#( it's actually almost wednesday over here now lol but oh well )

[froizetta]

WIP Wednesday: more superbatlantern because why not

I went slightly insane and wrote over 15k for this, so here's another excerpt lol. This one's more or less the direct continuation of this scene I already posted, so this'll probably make more sense if you read that first. But it's pretty much just Hal spying on superbat while using the ring to turn himself invisible in the hopes of catching them making out, which is a totally fine and normal thing to do to your colleagues. Nice one, Hal!

He drifted cautiously closer. The light from the sun glinted off the windows harshly at this angle, turning them opaque, but just a little further and…

There, that was it. Fuck yeah, the blinds weren’t even drawn so he had a clear view: that was definitely them alright, alone in the room, sitting really fucking close for two “platonic” best friends. Supes didn't seem to have noticed him yet, so clearly Hal had been right about him being too distracted to listen out for eavesdroppers. He was really on a roll today, huh? Ha, Hal was totally winning this bet—

Oh.

Oh, shit. That was…that was not what he’d expected to see.

Hal had definitely been right this whole time: they were fucking on the reg. But there was nothing sexual about what they were doing now. They’d pulled a couple of the meeting room chairs together. Bats was sitting on the right, more relaxed than Hal had ever seen him, cowl off, in a comfortable slouch rather than his usual ramrod-straight posture, eyes flickering lazily over a datapad. Supes was on his left, curled around him as best he could with two armrests in the way, an arm flung around Bats’ waist and his head pressed to his chest, eyes closed. Listening to his heartbeat it looked like, even though he could probably hear that shit from across a city.

It couldn’t have been all that comfortable, sitting like that, but on them it looked…easy. Familiar. Domestic. Like they’d done this, or something like it, a thousand times. Hal watched Supes’ lips move, murmuring something too quiet for Hal to hear. Whatever it was, it was apparently the joke of the century, because Bats let out an honest to god chuckle then moved his free hand up to Superman’s hair to rub gentle circles into his scalp. Big Blue practically melted against him, more overgrown puppy than godlike superpowered alien, and Bats finally looked up from his screen, and—man, even though Hal was hardly an expert on the series of mildly constipated expressions Bats normally used to emote, even he could tell that look on his face was—

Hal’s heart sank. Crap. They weren’t just fucking. They were in love.

Hovering outside the window watching a clearly happy couple act romantic with each other, Hal suddenly felt like absolute shit. It almost felt unfair, even. Batman was a crazy asshole, sure, but he was also crazy rich, crazy smart, crazy gorgeous, and mostly had his shit together. Meanwhile Superman was…well, pretty much perfect in every way, honestly. A real stand-up guy, on top of being the kind of walking wet dream you could actually take home to your parents. And on top of all that they already had going for them on their own, they also had each other?

When was the last time someone had looked at Hal like that? It was probably Carol, wasn’t it, before the last time they’d broken up. That was— Shit, that was years ago now.

This was no fucking fun at all.

With a sudden, all-encompassing intensity, Hal really, really didn’t want to be seeing this anymore. They hadn’t noticed him yet. Maybe he could just…drift away, get blackout drunk and pretend he never saw that? Yeah. Yeah, that sounded like a great plan.

Unfortunately for him, whatever that feeling was apparently audible to Kryptonians. Because just then, Superman’s head snapped up. And then he was staring right at Hal.

Shit.

“Hey, so. My bad, big guy,” Hal whispered. “Uh. Fuck. I’ll just—”

“Hal.”

“Jesus fuck!”

The voice came from directly behind him. When he whirled around, heart slamming into his ribcage—yup, that was Supes alright. Arms folded forbiddingly across his broad chest, looking stern and disappointed and faintly furious.

Hal dropped the invisibility; there didn’t seem much point to it now. “Man, did you have to sneak up on me like that? You nearly gave me a damn heart attack.”

Superman looked unmoved. “Bruce and I would like a word with you inside. Now.”

He sighed. “Yeah, yeah. Fine. Let’s go.” There went his plans of quietly moving on with his life. But hey, he could admit he’d sort of made his bed in this case. He could man up and lie in it.

And besides, depending on how this went down, he could probably still do the whole drink-to-forget thing later.

#my fic #superbatlantern #to anyone expecting pure fun crack from this WIP: sorry! I accidently made it yearning #not that hal realises it yet #he'll get there eventually though #and then the rest of this fic is mostly just at hal's expense #sorry buddy! (I'm not really sorry)

[tiredlilguy]

Hi!! I hope you’re having a good day :]

Can you do Atsushi x reader headcanons where he has a crush on the reader that Dazai (or anyone of your choice really) knows about? I just think it’s a funny scenario lol

Have a nice day :D

hi >:D i hope i read your request right. there's not much dazai in here, but i tried to make it fluffy. i hope you enjoy!

pairing: Atsushi X GN!Reader cw: N/A, not proofread description: Atsushi's got a lil crush... and of course he can't have any peace to himself without his gremlin of a mentor

so let’s say you work at the cafe downstairs

You don’t work at the Agency or anything, so nobody really knows who you are unless they’re down there for a break when you’re on shift

Dazai started noticing that during his breaks, Atsushi would only go down there on certain days and/or would get particularly excited to down to the cafe on a certain day

It was a Wednesday, and Dazai decided to follow poor ol’ Atsushi

He’d notice how Atsushi would be skipping or almost running down the stairs just to see you (he thought he was alone, so he couldn’t help but smile)

Dazai follows him down the stairs, but waits outside and peeks through the window as he goes in to go talk to you

Atsushi is a little bit clammy, but the smile on his face is still as bright as ever…

Actually, he’s probably still smiling, even if you left to go make his order

He tries not to stare, like he really does, but he just can’t help it (though, if you glance up at him, he’ll look away in embarrassment)

Dazai being the gremlin that he is decides to barge into the cafe with a big smile

You greet him, as you would with everyone else, and Dazai goes to sit across from his subordinate in the booth.

You’ve probably recognized dazai by now, so you don’t waste time getting his order together too (you’re coworkers keep telling you he has a big tab to pay anyways)

“ So that’s why you’re always coming down here with a smile, huh?,” Dazai says while smirking over to a very flustered Atsushi.

Finally snapping out of it, Atsushi realizes that Dazai is in front of him,” Hey-! It’s nothing like that.” “ Oh but it definitely is, boy,” the brunette says dramatically, leaning backwards in his seat,” Ah… Young love. You’re generation is quite shy, you know?”

Atsushi frowns at his subordinate,” You’re not that much older than me, you know…?”

I can definitely see dazai trying to get Atsushi to confess right at that moment (obviously Atsushi doesn’t, but now dazai has something to tease the poor boy with)

after their break, he definitely announces to the entire office that “Atsushi has a little crush!!!”

(No one was listening or paying attention, and Ranpo probably already knew)

Atsushi still goes down to that cafe on those days, or looks forward to seeing you

You both obviously got close: though it didn’t go too far, as he’d only really talk about work

Sometimes the others would be with him, sometimes they wouldn’t, but either way, his eyes would be on you

Don’t know why I can see this, but one day, you’re both walking out from the building at the same time, and he offers to walk you home:

“ So, how’s it like at the cafe? I can imagine it’s pretty interesting,” the boy said, hands intertwined behind he back as he walked besides you.

“ Oh… really? I don’t really think so. You get some interesting customers every now and then, hear some funny conversations, but besides that, it’s just take an order and make coffee. I doubt it’s anything compared to how it is at the Agency.”

“ It’s a little bit chaotic up there… but I’m pretty happy there. I finally have a place to come home to.”

You only hummed, smiling up at him. It was pretty silent up until you reached your apartment complex.

“ Well… this is where I take my leave,” you smile up at him.

He nods, waving you off as you close the door, but soon enough his hand reaches for the gap between the door and frame. You open it again, raising a brow.

“ Uhm… I know this is weird, but I’d like to take you out sometime,” Atsushi blushed, rubbing the back of his head.

“ Sure,” you shuffled for your phone,” Here, let’s exchange numbers.”

Dazai was probably being creepy… watching from the street- but he recorded everything and then got caught by Atsushi before he could run away

But his mentor is just proud that the tiger boy made his first move

Ah, young love.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #atsushi nakajima #atsushi x reader #atsushi nakajima x reader #mono writes

[ithoughticouldwrite]

Can we get Larissa and Marilyn relationship headcanons, please, if no one has asked already?

Maybe how it started and other general relationship stuff?

Note: Going to preface this with the fact that I don’t ship this, however, I do enjoy the ship. Small difference. This doesn’t mean don’t ask me about it though!

And this will likely go more into au territory as, in my opinion, it wouldn’t work that well within the canon of the show unless quite a few things changed. Now that I’ve said all of that, let’s get into it.

Larissa Weems x Marilyn Thornhill Headcanons/ Rambles (w/ spoilers)

Larissa hired Marilyn at first just as an attempt to foster good relationships between outcasts and normies, Nevermore Academy and Jericho. Marilyn would’ve known this.

As the principal Larissa wouldn’t be able to just ignore Marilyn like the rest of the faculty appears to do, so all of the beginning interactions are pretty forced.

One hell of a slowburn. Oh my gods. This is not a relationship that just happens. You're here for the long haul or you're not here at all. (I'm probably gonna speed through it tho cause this a hc/ ramble post, not an entire fic lol)

Marilyn just wants Larissa to like her and genuinely accept her. Sure she's accepted as a teacher but again...that's mostly just for other reasons.

They both develop a respect for the other's work ethic and determination over time though and that's...it, for awhile.

It's likely that it's that mutual respect that leads to a somewhat stable friendship.

Somewhat stable friendship leads to more mutual trust, which leads to actual friendship, and in turn leads conversations not work related. Personal subjects. Learning about each other. You know, typical gateway stuff to either being just best friends or one wanting the other to push them against the wall and kis-....nevermind.

Marilyn has these thoughts first, for sure, but it's early and she can tell that these feelings are not reciprocated.

Larissa knows something is up but given that they're friends now, probably best friends, she doesn't pry. It'd feel wrong, and it's not like the feelings are getting in the way of either of their jobs so...eh.

Marilyn feels like she's walking on thin ice and as though as any significant mistake could undo all of the progress made between the two women, and included in that list of potential mistakes is confessing that she thinks she fallen for Larissa. She hasn't at this point it's more of an infatuation but still.

Marilyn's infatuation dies down eventually but it leaves behind genuine love.

Larissa would start to reciprocate this love before realizing that she's getting genuinely close to someone (again) and no matter if we go with her and Gomez, Morticia, or both, she's going to be resistant to the new whatever their relationship is becoming no matter what.

So she distances herself, going back to primarily professional interactions, which makes Marilyn worry she's fucked up. She hasn't but she's worried about it.

When Wednesday shows up they both have to put whatever mess they've got going on off to the side to make sure shit doesn't hit the fan, which fails, but still.

Shit hitting the fan actually pushes them to interact with each other more which, in turn, leads to them having to acknowledge their feelings for each other.

It all comes to a head at the Rave'N when Marilyn asks Larissa if she was excited about hers, and of course Larissa opens up about only remembering disappointment since Gomez chose to ask Morticia to it and not her....and then, y'know, ✨murder✨ happened.

They talk a little bit more and Larissa can almost swear the punch has been spiked, so she asks Marilyn to watch it for a bit while she goes somewhere else in the room to watch the students.

The whole paint revenge happens and of course Larissa is distraught, and everyone goes back to their dorms while she waits for the police and Noble to figure out what happened and why it happened.

Once all of that is figured out she'd go back to her office/room, still upset. (sidenote: I'm convinced that her bedroom is connected to her office).

After Marilyn gets back from everything with Eugene and Wednesday she goes to tell Larissa about what just happened as best she can.

Now Larissa is surprised that anyone came to her office at this time of night, as everyone was undoubtedly still shaken up from the events of the night. She's happy to see Marilyn though, almost happy enough to get up and hug her. She didn't see the other woman at all during the final events of the night and was worried she'd been the monster's next victim.

Professionalism? Yeah that's thrown out the window here as Marilyn decides her paperwork can wait and ,although she'd feel bad for interrupting Larissa doing her own paperwork, it wouldn't stop her from rushing over and hugging the other.

They'd probably hug for so long that Larissa lets Marilyn sit down on her lap just so she can hold her closer, professional relationship be damned.

The stress of the night and the relief of seeing each other would probably make them confess their feelings to each other.

It feels like forever passes before they let go of each other, going to their respective bedrooms, and calling it a night (well after Larissa finishes her paperwork. She ain't letting that go unfinished).

The next day whenever the both of them has a chance, they talk about the night before to figure out if they both meant what they said. If they in Larissa's office, which they probably are, they share a cautious kiss, not actually kissing until they're sure the other is okay with/ wants it.

Larissa does have to work through her own feelings of being in love with a normie, and Marilyn with an outcast, but they work through them both on their own and together.

General Relationship Things

Y'know that picture of one woman straddling the other while doing her makeup? Larissa is on the bottom and Marilyn is straddling her.

Lots of romantic stuff behind closed doors in order to keep a professional appearance on the outside...although they smile more at each other than in other teachers.

They do each other's hair. I'm right and I know it.

Sitting in each other's offices while one does paperwork and such, and the other grades homework.

Matching. Pajamas. Idk why or how but that thought just fit them.

Dates out in Jericho disguised as work meetings with a different atmosphere.

Late night walks together, and definitely some kisses as long as no students are around.

Promise. Rings.

They definitely have those magnetic necklaces that connect with each other to form a heart. I considered bracelets but it'd be much easier to hide a necklace with their outfits.

Larissa listening to Marilyn ramble and infodump about plants.

Marilyn listening to Larissa talk about various famous outcasts throughout history.

They know each other's Weathervane orders in case only one of them has the time to go out to it.

Extra Thoughts

Now there's definitely an area of conflict here, and it's the fact that Marilyn Thornhill is Laurel Gates, an outcast hating bigot. If we roll with that thought, and her plans for Nevermore with Tyler Galpin/the Hyde and Joseph Crackstone, who's to say she wouldn't be prepared to betray her own feelings for the beliefs she was raised with? That she wouldn't stab Larissa anyway and push down the guilt, crying before going to target Wednesday and the rest of the kids at the academy?

She could also decide not to go through with her plans after all, after a lot thinking, but still kill Noble Walker as he was about to uncover her secrets anyway. Sure the prophecy can't happen is Wednesday isn't there, but it also can't happen if Marilyn decides that she doesn't want to do it. Tyler wouldn't be able to force her to do anything either as he's under her control.

I don't think she'd come clean to Larissa about anything either, choosing to keep everything in the dark. It'd be easier that way.

Although let's say Laurel Gates is someone that Marilyn is working with instead. Under this idea Tyler could be a Nevermore student (if Hyde's aren't banned, obviously) and Marilyn unlocked him for his own safety, and she could've simply been manipulated into helping with the plan. Marilyn subtly outs her for this, leaving evidence where Wednesday can obviously find it and put things together.

Would all that information coming to light hurt Marilyn's relationship with Larissa? Without a doubt, however, since Marilyn was manipulated into things I can see them going to therapy about it separately and together until they've moved past it. Larissa would also pull some strings so Tyler is expelled for murdering people, as a favor to Marilyn and for Tyler's late mother, regardless of whether or not she knew her personally.

I wrote this all in one go. No editing.

Thanks for ask anon!

#larissa weems #marilyn thornhill #larissa weems x marilyn thornhill #larissa x marilyn #ask and you shall be answered

[ourdramaqueen]

Fic Tag Game

I was tagged by @suchaladyy 🌸

20 questions:

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

55, divided into fandoms as follows: Wednesday (TV 2022) (24) The Boys (TV 2019) (21) The Lord of the Rings (8) Sin City - All Media Types (1) Almost Human (TV) (1)

2. What’s your AO3 word count?

368,862

3. What fandoms do you write for?

See #1. Currently only Wednesday, though I do hope to get back into The Boys soon, and I still have some unpublished LotR WIPs that I'd like to actually finish sometime...

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Private Tutor

Kinktober Day 8: Shaving (The Boys, Butcher/Hughie)

Kinktober Day 2: See-through (The Boys, Butcher/Hughie)

Kinktober Day 18: Rough Sex (The Boys, Butcher/Hughie)

How do I passive-agressively say ‘fuck you’ in flower?

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I really appreciate when readers take the time to post a comment, so I always answer at least with a brief "thank you".

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Defintiely the whole Closer series (LotR, Frodo/Éomer) because it is mostly canon compliant, so it ends with Frodo going into the West. 😭My Rough Sex series (The Boys, Butcher/Hughie) is also fairly angsty by its nature as a series of mildly canon divergent gap filler fics following through the episodes of S1 and S2 (so far).

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think pretty much anything apart from the above two series? Well, apart from the Struck by a Bolt series (The Boys, Butcher/Hughie), which has the potential to go either way.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't gotten outright hate, but certainly a few rude/entitled/"clearly hasn't read the tags or the end note despite me recommending to in the a/n at the beginning" comments.

9. Do you write smut? What kind?

LOL! All kinds. Soft, kinky (probably more kinky), some a bit dark. I seem to enjoy my ships a little fucked up.

10. Do you write cross-overs?

I don't have a proper crossover on my AO3 (see #12 for the reason why I specify it like this), though I'd love to write one sometime since I love reading them. The closest I've come is Kinktober Day 15: Monster Fucking (The Boys, Butcher/Hughie), which is heavily Beauty and the Beast inspired.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Little Brother was translating Private Tutor into Russian, though they haven't updated it in a while.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Oh yes! In fact, the first fics I posted online were cowritten with two (originally three, but one of then dropped out shortly after we'd started) friends, though under a different pen name and in a crossover of two small fandoms (with additional ones sneaking in here and there). I haven't written for that series in at least 15 years, though I still have fairly extensive notes for a trilogy of stories centered around my OC and I'd love to get back to that eventually.

But more recently, I've cowritten Line Without a Hook with erraticallyinspired (holyfudgemonkeys), who afaik isn't on Tumblr, and An Addams Family Guide to Kidnapping with @nonamemanga. I'm currently working on something with @suchaladyy, and who knows what and who will be next? It's a lot of fun!

13. What WIP would you like to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oof! I only have unpublished WIPs which I'm not sure if I'll ever get to finish them. Mostly for LotR.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I really can't choose. Go look at my bookmarks on AO3, LOL!

15. What are your writing strengths?

Oh boy. Um. I think I've figured out quite well how to show character through smut, as well as to distinguish characters from one another by how they behave and talk.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Hmm... Sometimes I get bogged down in details, though I've gotten much better at catching myself now. Oh, paragraphs of really long sentences, but again, I've improved a lot there. 😆

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Absolutely, as long as I'm confident in the language or have someone who's a native/fluent speaker to help me with it.

18. First fandom you wrote for?

Are we talking wrote for myself, or published? Because I started as a teenager in the 80s, writing your typical Mary Sue self-inserts starring my favorite celebs, like Nick Rhodes from Duran Duran, by hand on notepads...

19. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Nope, still can't choose, sorry!

20. What fic would you want to rewrite one day?

There's one story from my first cowriting experience I mentioned in #12 that I would dearly love to rewrite because the constant POV changes are driving me nuts when I read it now! I don't think there's anything that's currently on my AO3 that I feel the need to rewrite.

I don't know who's been tagged or not, so if you haven't been but want to participate, consider yourself tagged!

#fic tag game

[mykatsudon]

Ooof I am also in my feelings about YOI. I can't believe I actually watched it as it was airing. I was still a teen and related to Yurio the most, now I come back to watch it and I'm older than Yuri!! And he's so relatable, it's like I was missing a whole part of YOI then suddenly I rewatch as an adult feeling weirdly sentimental despite that year being pretty bad for me and just oooofffffff.

I was tearing up constantly. Like when I watched as it came out I thought Victor seemed kinda cold and far away and I liked Yuri well-enough but thought he got over his anxiety quickly, my main focus was Yurio. Now going back it's just holy shit, I lived Yuri's life, minus the sporting achievements lol but I felt everything he felt, and Victor too was so much more interesting, clearly so much going on under the surface and profound loneliness covered up with a cheerful facade. I can't believe how different it was to rewatch years later at a different age. I still love Yurio too but now it feels like oh god please someone help this child rather than relating to him.

I remember even thinking at the time later that maybe it was overrated but going back to it now is just like god, no it wasn't at all, it really *was* that great, it really *did* deserve the hype. And I don't really know where I'm going with this but I just wanted to share it with someone bc I was never really that involved in the fandom and it's kinda died off now and I have no one to say it too in irl so it's just my farewell ig to YOI. Like I love that I can rewatch it but the whole hype around it at the time was so cool, it reminded me of watching shows on tv then talking about it at school the next day. Like it somehow re-created that experiance but even better bc it was sooo many people all at once. It was just so optimistic and sweet, and I feel weirdly sad now whenever I see anything about it. I almost wish it had done multiple seasons and movies and milked it for all its worth so I could just move on from it like anything else but now everytime I see it I'm suddenly thrown back to being a teen and comparing my life from then to now and suddenly remember every emotion I was feeling, it's so brutal.

This is overlong and kinda clumsy but basically I want to send the show off somehow like kiss it on it's cheeks and wave goodbye but I don't know how so I'm writing this all to you. Please don't feel pressured to reply, I know I've sent paragraphs. But if you do want to anyway, I'd love to hear all and any thoughts you have about YOI and what it was for you. I feel strangely lonely about it now bc I never had irl friends who watched it and I never paticipated in fandom. Now I'm like, idk mourning it, on my own. YOI coincided with a little bubble of time where I was relatively happy and hopeful, It's hard to let just that go now.

I understand you. I was 16 when yoi aired and I was actually waiting for it's release months before because the trailer seriously caught my attention, so I've been here since before the first ep was even out. To this day I count being able to watch Yuri on ice as it aired as one of the most positive experiences of my life. When yoi came out, I was in a particularly dark spot in my life, and this anime was my anchor through and through. It taught me the power a piece of media can have on a person as I do believe I couldn't have pulled through that year if yoi hadn't come in to save me at the last minute.

I remember it being so fun, I actually don't think I've ever had more fun with any other piece of media, it was magical.

It was many combining factors too; the fact that yoi is an original anime so every single Wednesday we had no idea what we were getting, the fact that yoi was so original in it's story and heavily deviates from your average sports anime, the huge community that formed around the series, making theories, trending #1 on Tumblr every single Wednesday and of course, the fact that there was actually a love story playing out between Victor and Yuri and that we as the audience got to experience it. l wonder if people truly understand how unique that is. This anime really went above and beyond all my expectations. It fed me too well and spoiled me too much.

I miss Yuri on ice in the way one misses a high they know they'll never obtain again, and I chased that high the remainder of my teenage years.

Having this blog, making friends, talking about the series, eagerly waiting for every Wednesday and having something to look forward to like that, I don't know If I'll ever experience it again. I don't think so. It really feels like the planets aligned for me to enjoy yoi to it's full potential. No one in this world can understand how much this series means to me, how close it is to my heart.

People who didn't watch it while it aired or who weren't in fandom have no idea how it felt. To this day, it was unlike anything I've ever encountered in fandom. It really is a "you just had to be there" kind of experience.

To say I miss it dearly would be a huge understatement. But I've been grieving yoi for the past 4 years. I'm currently in the acceptance phase. Whatever happens, happens. I agree with you that I wish they would've milked the series for all it's worth and we were on season 2 with a movie coming out soon. But that's just a selfish desire. What I wished the most is they hadn't played with my heart like that and gave me hope. I wish they came out and said "this project is over, sorry". I do believe something went deeply wrong in production, as you may have seen in my essays I've written on this subject.

I controversially believe Mappa is not entirely at fault and that this is something to do with the creators. It just makes no logical sense for Mappa to can yoi when it not only saved their studio, it's one of their best selling anime, pulling in crazy numbers. It even outsold Chainsawman. I think that if it were up to them we would be on Yuri on ice S3.

but enough especulating, what I mean to say is:

Allow yourself to mourn and say goodbye to a piece of media that greatly impacted your life. I think the best thing to do is to redirect those feelings you have towards gratitude.

I'm grateful for the memories we made together and the incredible chance they gave me to run a blog that had 25k+ Yuri on ice fans in it's prime, for the friends I made. I feel like I had a lot of fun and enjoyed every bit.

I will forever look forward to anything yuri on ice related, but if this is the end then so be it.

you gave me a long ask, I gave you a long answer.

Thank you for your heartfelt message.

#yuri on ice #yoi #ask #iceado #long post

[krankittoeleven]

WIP Wednesday

Hey-o, I come with a snippet from Water of Life chapter 11 which is coming along, albeit slowly. But that's not really news, is it? LOL Anyway, this is a scene between Vili & Ivarr with them being absolute children in Ubba's absence. It's rough around the edges still, but it's been a while since I posted anything so I thought why not...

“Well, you are no master strategist,” Ivarr says with a flippant flick of one hand, before bending over to pick up his axe from the mud.

“Hey, you’re the one who invited me into your war tent back in East Anglia.”

A sudden silence seems to fall around them and even all the sounds of nature seem to pause in anticipation.

Ivarr stares back at him, his face stonelike in its stillness, except for the blink of his eyes and the almost imperceptible beginnings of a sardonic smile on his lips.

“You still think that’s why you were there?” Ivarr asks and Vili can sense the outburst that is building within Ivarr.  Even the impending threat of Ivarr’s cackle is enough to cause Vili’s entire body to tense.  The sound of his laughter was like fingernails scraping along stone the moment before you lost your grip and fell to your death.  If laughter could kill, Ivarr’s surely would.

“You think that with all of the great vikingr we had assembled there, that we were just waiting for you to impart us with your wisdom.”

Vili can feel the heat rising on his face.

“Well, truthfully, no I didn’t,” he replies, his anger and embarrassment rising along with the volume of his voice. “But why else would you invite me there?”

Now Ivarr is really cackling.

“Look, I had pissed Ubba off a couple days before that meeting, and I was just trying to smooth things over and I mentioned I thought you seemed interested an—”

“Wait, you what?” Vili iturrupts, indignant. “How in the name of Odin’s fucking eye socket did you know I was interested in Ubba? I didn’t even know I was interested in Ubba at that point, I don’t think.”

Ivarr’s nearly doubles over with the intensity of his laughter.

“Oh please, you left puddles of drool the size of the North Fucking Sea every time you were near him.  How was I supposed to know he’d invite you to that meeting like it was an audition?”

Vili has no idea how to respond to anything Ivarr had just told him, but it was starting to make an embarrassing amount of sense in his head now that he knew.  Ivarr’s remark on the battlefield, Ubba’s lingering hand after the meeting, the night at the campfire not long after, the way Ubba had said he often left out a drink for him in anticipation of his arrival.

“I—” Vili starts, but he has no idea how to finish or continue.  Ubba knew, and he didn’t.

“It’s too bad you can’t see yourself now,” Ivarr says through his diminishing laughter.

Unable to form words, Vili just stares and fumes in Ivarr’s continually vexing presence until he balls his hands into fists, rests them on his hips and strikes a mocking pose.  It doesn’t take long for Vili to realize that Ivarr is performing a fairly accurate mockery of Ubba when he is irritated by his brother’s antics.

Vili looks down at his own fists resting on his hips and quickly slaps his arms down along the length of his body.

“Loki’s fucking balls, may Odin curse the day Ragnar fucked your mom and created you!”

Ivarr’s cackle ramps up again and Vili can’t help but wish that the elk had actually killed him and saved him all of this.

“Hate me or thank me, I don’t care which,” Ivarr says as he walks by, clapping him on the back as he passes, “I’m going back to camp, we’re sitting ducks here yelling at each other.”

#i apologize in advance to odin's eye socket #(boy that's a tag) #seriously #they are like children when left alone XD #*I* think this is hilarious #ymmv lol #vili #ivarr #water of life #wip wednesday #my wips #my snippets

[galaxietm]

So. Here’s a major Update on my situation. 

This is probably the most serious post I've made in a while lol- excuse me if I make a joke or two in this post because I cope with humor. (or if i repeat any phrase in this post at all. there’s a lot that’s happened and i’m just so tired) This post is going to be long, most likely the majority of it will be under a read more. A lot’s happened and I probably won’t even go over it all.

This post will be queued to pop out a few times during the next week or so, as my attempt as updating more people on the situation. Yes I’m aware it’s about 3am my time. This is the best time to post it. Sorry if it’s an inconvenience.

Basically, a long story short of this whole thing that most of you may know about the first part if you've seen my posts: 

Two days after my birthday back in June, my laptop died. I've been waiting for my tax return before I get a new one since I don't have the money otherwise right now, so a roommate has been letting me use his computer for the last two months when needed (and even then i felt bad honestly) and my tax return has yet to actually.... show up. On friday, i’m planning to go to a local IRS office (that’s still like 40 mins away) to try to see what’s going on.

For the second part, speaking of not having the money…. 

All of my roommates are moving out! You heard me right! And all because of stupid drama that happened because I didn't want one of them to take my cat when she moved! 

First it started because two roommates are moving out. It’s been something that’s been planned since may, no big deal. Well, I turned to my other two roommates, letting them know I found someone who could move in and help with rent / bills (whom i’ve known since high school and i know her well!) but they were so adamant to say no just because she had a daughter (and even after finding out that her daughter wouldn’t be here 75% of the time lol) 

Oh! speaking of the first two roommates who are moving out and the one who wanted to take my cat: yeah, one of the two people i’ve been living with for almost 5 years tried to take my cat with them. 

A lot of dumb drama happened, other things that had nothing to do with me wanting to keep my cat (because that’s just how the two people i’ve been living with for nearly 5 years have been! bringing up absolutely nothing to do with what the actual topic / conversation at the time just to change the subject or whatever!) including one of the two who were trying to take my cat starting a screaming match with my mother (and?? threatening to hit her?? causing my brother to threaten him back?? he also tried to weaponize my sexuality against my mom out of nowhere and she just laughed in his face-- but lmao he’s a fucker so it would have been deserved since he’s part of the reason everything blew up) 

So, since this is the same guy whose computer i’ve been using off and on for the last two months when i’m able to get online, i’m going to be removing all of my things from his computer and just wait until my tax return finally gets here so i can get a new laptop of my own. I don’t really want to have to deal with his stuff more than i need to. 

This whole situation and a lot of this has made me realize how toxic the two i’ve been living with for almost 5 years are and have been to me the whole time i’ve known them. i’ve been coming to a lot of realizations the last few days and at this point, i’m waiting for them to move out so the situation can maybe settle down a bit more.

Honestly, so much has happened since wednesday night that’s had me so stressed out, i’ve barely eaten. saturday night i slowly was able to eat a little bit and, as of my shift at work last night, i think i’ve finally gotten my appetite back; but unfortunately the feeling of anxiety mixed with dread has remained because of everything here feeling like it’s falling apart in front of me. 

And, after talking to the landlord, I’m going to be the head of the household / the name on the lease, so to speak. Which also means I have to come up with $500 to pay the deposit before next saturday (yay for that?? fuck me lol) and i have to figure out a new roommate situation, get all the bills either switched over to my name or open a new account for them, replace all the kitchenware that my soon to be ex roommates have already packed and taken, replace all the furniture they’re taking, replace the pots and pans they took, and try not to feel like i’m having another breakdown. 

at least i get to keep my cat, right? honestly, she’s like an emotional support animal to me at this point and i don’t know what i would have done without her. probably broken down yet again tbh.

honestly, if it wasn’t for my cat, my mom, my older brother, and @peachiiihearts​​​, i probably would have lost it because of everything going on. (and yes dew is up to date with everything, she’s been one of the few people i’ve been able to talk to about all this because wow so much happened within the span of two days and i’m just tired)

this is a long-winded say of saying that I’m going to be placing the blog on a full hiatus until, not only all of this is solved, but mainly until my tax return comes in and i’m finally able to get a new laptop. if that works out, i’ll slowly come back, depending how this situation develops.

honestly?? it sucks because i’ve legitimately missed getting online and writing with you guys. my mental health has been all over the place due to the lack of creative outlet i had easy access to before. i’ve done some writing on goog.le docs, but it’s been hard to find the time to get on here to post it due to me not wanting to bother that soon-to-be ex roommate, but now i just flat out don’t want to deal with him for more than i have to.

when i eventually come back?? i’ll be so happy to try to get back into writing because hot damn i miss it and some of my characters so fucking much.

if anyone wants to chat on disc.ord, or maybe figure out a 1 on 1 server so we can write or talk about muses or w/e, my disc.ord is josie#1503. i’d prefer if only mutuals add me if possible!

for now, i’ll post this, lurk for a bit and maybe add some of you back if you add me (and i’ll keep a link to this post on my phone just in case some of ya’ll like or reply to it) and after getting off, i may not be back until i’m able to get a new laptop.

thanks for being patient with me guys, i really appreciate it. 

one last thing:

something that’s helped me cope with this shitstorm of a situation is humor, so here’s one joke i’ve been making a lot the last few days to those around me:  ”i went from living in a sitcom of a situation, to a drama, skipping right over a soap opera and straight into being in a telenovela.”

i’ve also made a joke about getting an idea for a webcomic from all this fuckery as a way to cope, so we’ll see what happens??

and here’s a gif that’s basically been me for the last few days

#;;ooc tag tba. #// alternate title of this post: josie is gonna mcfuckin lose it ya'll #// but also: hi any support is welcome; good vibes or otherwise #// because wowie i've broken down crying way too many times in the last dew days #// because of all that's happened #// and despite only good things for the situation happening today? #// i'm just so fuckin tired and stressed and. i dont know what to do lmaoo #// anyway even with all this going on #// i hope all of you are doing well! #// i've bene thinking a lot about my mutuals here and how much i miss you guys

[jimmycartersufo]

this is me having the Tuesday foh museum employee version of Sunday scaries. I love using tumblr as a sort of diary right now especially when writing my hand causes pain!

the last two weeks of work have been especially rough and this week I have some tough stuff to get through that I'm nervous about but it'll be OK. I just struggled with the unknown. time always moves too quickly this time of year and I'm desperate to hold on to my days off because I am so burnt out. the problem is when you're in between those biweekly checks and you're broke as hell but also it's been pouring down rain. I can't help but feel bad and guilty when I do nothing. I didn't do just nothing, I took care of my mom today and I've rested a lot but it still feels weird and bad.

I'm almost back to being in the green for my sick time. I used up all my sick time and my boss had payroll give me negative sick time which was a life saver. I miss my boss so much. everything has gone to shit without her. but she deserves so much better. clearly. anyway, in a couple weeks I'll start to see actual sick time build up again. and on July 1 I'll get more pto 🤡 but thankfully at least Juneteenth falls on a Wednesday so we will have a three day weekend. The museum won't pay it's workers more or respect their security dept (which is historically and systematically Black) but they will do land acknowledgements if they happen to put up a work by a Native person (aka no permanent land acknowledgement lol) and they'll give us Juneteenth off with pay. oh and back of house gets more pto than foh but I'm not here to list alllllll of my complaints rn. but we as a team are counting down the days so we can have a three day weekend. like yeah holiday pay on a day we already have off (every gov holiday that falls on a Monday) but would rather have a floating holiday for more pto. abyway I should hopefully have some sick time built up in a couple months to take a day off for rest.

falling behind on chores again. desp need to spring clean dust because ofc I have to be a maximalist autistic. still need to wash my beach combing finds from a few weeks ago. still need to hang stuff up. the most I can do is pick up a little. do a load of laundry but share the labor with my husband because we don't have the capacity for either or alone. do dishes maybe. make breakfast, lunch, and John makes dinner. take care of mom which is hard sometimes but more than anythjng it has to be done and I can trick my brain into not being an asshole about it. make the bed but in a more "lazy" way. take care of myself and stick to my barely there routine. medicine with alarms, brush teeth, set out the clothes I want to wear at least a day ahead but two days if possible. shower when it's been too long. lotion on my face and my arms and my legs if I can tolerate it. drink water. try and keep my salt levels up. stretches even if it's in bed. my daily puzzles. learn something new (read an article and or a wiki page).

at least tomorrow we get paid. I have to save money for when we go to an Orioles game soon. need to figure out when and how and where we are viewing the eclipse. grocery shopping. taking care of mom if dad is working late/in traffic. look over what bills are do this check. thankfully we get paid I think three times this month? JK it's may we get three paychecks but thankfully I get paid the week of my mom's birthday!!!!!!

I work on late shift this month. bad because no extra money but good because I am so fucking exhausted. I'm basically a sorta manager without all the manager roles and Def not the pay. but that's basically what I am now. thinking about it makes me sick. I goofed up somewhere to end up here with this responsibility. but also it was happenstance. I understand that. and that I have been masking so well for so long.

it's autism awareness day. I am autistic. I am finally feeling right with that. it's been over a year now, and I've spent that time reflecting on my life and the way I am. I was lucky that my sister has been in programs and I basically knew a guy that knew a guy that knew a guy. but I don't have like, a therapist or anthring to guide me through the realities of hey you're autistic and this is why you think and do xyz. I wish I listened to autistic friends years ago that said hey you're autistic and I was like no not me, I don't do this thing but the thing is a lot of those things I didn't think I did I literally did not understand the questioning which is funny. I can't really think of a good example but like you read a question like do you struggle to make eye contact and irs like yes but only in certain circumstances like when I don't know someone but you don't have the way to answer with nuances so you just say no. not the best example but it's like that. what's so interesting about being diagnosed late is you start to kind a breakdown the safety nets of masking and then it seems like you're faking because you're doing all this stuff not in private anymore, like you're regressing or something and it's like no I was just playing a role.

today for dinner I had chicken nuggets and heinz pickle ketchup and we watched a video about being in wdw on 9/11 and I was like oh

rigut now I'm trying to follow my night routine but I'm so anxious to sleep. I did sleep in really late today after sleeping poorly and then getting up to take care of mom in the morning. I woke up just before noon after going back to bed about nine???? so I'm not very tired. I'm going to go figure out my lunch for tomorrow so I don't worry about it in the am and then I'm going to check the laundry and if it's dry enough get my favorite pair of undies (tomboyx boy shorts) and my favorite pants (green!!) and find a top and then make the bed comfy and then I'm gonna use my new neck massager even though I've probably used it too much today and I hope to find a nice wiki article to read :)))))))

[lunupine]

hi if u found this without me linking u: how the fuck

a lot happened here. it gets really graphic at some points because im a demon who loves to describe how miserable my characters are feeling. i think i got cucked by the character limit like 3 or 4 times. anyway if you ever feel like its upsetting you, i'd suggest just not reading. i literally had to take a breather writing it at one point, so don't feel bad.

getting ring to talk about what happened here will be like pulling teeth, so it probably wont come up in gc much. still, i'll put an ooc word out if he's gonna talk abt it, if you all want. be sure to actually tell me if u do or i won't know.

and the worst part of this? joseph came twice. we had it in the fucking channel name that You May Cum Once, and the bastard couldn't even manage that. he almost got off three times, even. fucking terrible.

some warnings: - torture - burning/branding - rape (there's some consensual stuff at the start though) - incest mentions - eye trauma - infidelity/general relationship dishonesty - manipulation - minor pet play - religious themes (its joseph. but maybe someone unaware will look at this, idk lol)

what a mess. have fun kids -Cee

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Solynx - Last Wednesday at 4:03 PM Ring didn't announce that he was going to Joseph's. He told Fia that he planned to go and visit, but he didn't tell Joseph himself. He was afraid Joseph might run. An irrational fear, probably, but Joseph had been acting odd since their incursion a few days before. He didn't know what to expect. He pulled up along the dirt path of a driveway Joseph had on his farm and stepped out of the car. The sun was shining and the animals looked to be doing well. He smiled at them. It was really a peaceful sight. He spent a lone minute just watching, letting it calm his nerves. He then turned to nothing and nodded. Today would be an all right day, he was sure of it.

A yelp from the barn caught his attention. He'd intended to head to the house, but he wouldn't be surprised if Joseph was tending to the animals. He walked over to the open doors and swung inside on one hand, calling out, "Hey, Joe! I managed to talk to Gabriel about--" He cut himself off at what he saw. "Uh... What are you doing?"

Visa - Last Wednesday at 4:10 PM Oh god. Oh god. Why, why was this happening!? Ryder had been taken out of the mental ward by his brother, and honestly, it felt so good to be out of there. And when the man had mentioned going to confession, Ryder rolled his eyes. Jesus, of course he would want to do that. "Sure, I'll humor you. but I have to go to my house before I turn into a convert." He had joked, and the exchange started off innocently at first.

However at that exchange of words as confession usually went, something...changed in Joseph. His tone sounded more...twisted, which caused Ryder to feel uncomfortable and move on out of the close compartment. And he would've been home free then, if not for his brother towering over and knocking him out....All Ryder could remember when being in and out of consciousness was the familiar happy tone of his brother, the man pointing a camera at his face. "Is that your baby?....a...is that your puppy?" is all he heard, before he felt a harsh slap. He gasped, eyes wide and head throbbing as he stared at his brother. Where was he!? What was this!? "Joseph! What the fuck!" He yelped, and when those doors opened...well fuck he might as well turn to god now because there was Ring.

"Ring!" Joseph called happily, turning to the man and smiling kindly. "Nice of you to drop in though...ah. You sort of caught me in the middle of getting things situated for you!"

Solynx - Last Wednesday at 4:24 PM "For me?" he echoed. His eyes flicked between Joseph and Ryder, who was handcuffed to the barn wall. It was the exact same place that Michael had been pinned, but with less nails this time. Ryder looked pissed off, but Joseph was as serene as always. He had a hint of danger in him though, a glimmer in his eyes and posture that showed he wasn't as friendly as he seemed. It was a look Ring was all too familiar with. It was one he branded himself with when he was feeling cruel. Right now though, Ring's face was struck with an unsure smile.

Slowly, he put his feet in front of the other, and drew closer. "Joseph... What the hell are you guys doing?" He chuckled a bit, trying to stay relaxed. Maybe it was a weird game of some sort, or a Christian ritual. He didn't know. Anxiety weighted his stomach and suggested his thoughts of innocence were very wrong.

Visa - Last Wednesday at 4:36 PM Joseph sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "Well this was a surprise for you! For being so kind to me!" He stated, kneeling down to thumb at the ID coin on Ryder's collar. "I saw how mean my brother was to you... but also saw you really liked to play with him." He hummed, then looking back at Ring and smiling. "Ryder needs to be trained....after all, to be a good boy." He stood, but not quickly enough as Ryder spit on him. The man growled, kicking Ryder directly on the stomach, which caused the animals in the barn to twitch and Mama, the big sheepdog currently trapped behind with the horses, to howl and bark. "Easy, Mama! Lost my temper, pups fine!" He stated, then lifting up Ryder's head. "Right, puppy? Tell her you're ok!" He cooed calmly, sighing as the only words to come out was a weak "fuck you."

"I'm so sorry, Ring....this is gonna take a while." His face looked genuinely saddened, as he stood straight again.

Solynx - Last Wednesday at 4:43 PM The display made Ring jump back a step and fall quiet. He didn't have anything to say to Joseph's crazed talk, but his mind did flicker back to Lisa held in Flint's house as the dog tag was played with. He thought back to chat the night he was over there watching her be kicked around, and how Joseph talked about getting a dog. He shuddered with realisation. The "dog" Joseph had been talking about was Ryder. He'd described the dog as a mutt and rebellious and other harsh dehumanising things.

"What the fuck?" he wheezed out after palpable silence came over the barn. "No, really, what the fuck? What is this-- what- what are you doing? He's a person, he's your brother, you can't... do this to him."

Visa - Last Wednesday at 4:56 PM Oh Joseph was surprised by that. Brown eyes flickering to the other man, he tilted his head. "It's weird hearing that coming from you, Ring." He stated, ruffling Ryder's hair absentmindedly and pulling back when he tried to bite him. "From what I've heard....and what I read back.....why would you be so disturbed by what I'm doing?" For once, those eyes didn't show kindness or understanding, rather the soulless insanity that had since plagued his mind. He sighed in annoyance then looking at Ryder as he suddenly shouted.

"Ring! I'm sorry! I'm sorry for everything I said to you! I....I didn't...mean to....make you angry...." his voice trailed off, before he shook his head and bit his lower lip. Ryder's collar jangled slightly, as he looked up at him, shaking gently. "Just.....please. Don't..don't leave me here...." he whimpered,  Joseph suddenly bursting into laughter as he tapped the leash that Ryder was connected to. "Wait! This is familiar isn't it??" He asked, then grabbing the chain and kicking Ryder on his stomach. "Crawl to him, mutt." He ordered, Ryder hesitating.

"Now. That's an order, Ryder!" Another kick, and the man, humiliated,  crawled over to the other, glancing up pitifully. "Ring.....please....help me..."

Solynx - Last Wednesday at 5:08 PM Ring raised a trembling hand to his face and shook his head. He knew Joseph had been off, but he didn't imagine this. He knew Joseph had grown close to him, but he never imagined a freakish worship. He'd been caught up in the chase of freeing Joseph that he was ignoring the man's obvious mental problems. Now here he was, watching Ryder be thrashed around like it was Michael again. Joseph had fallen fast back to depravity, or perhaps he'd never been okay at all. He'd just been saying what pleased Ring, since Ring was taking care of him.

The first kick to Ryder made Ring wince in guilt and sympathetic pain. The second time Joseph reared his foot back, Ring lunged, interposing his own leg between Joseph and Ryder. Joseph's foot connected right to Ring's shin. He let out a choke of pain, but looked up to Joseph through it. "Stop it! Now!" he barked. "What do you think you're doing?! Are you a monster?!" The anxiety in his stomach began to flare into anger. "We can't fix you if you're throwing away God and fucking beating people! We can't-- You--" He stared hard at Joseph, then his shoulders slumped. "You don't want to be fixed, do you?"

Visa - Last Wednesday at 5:25 PM Joseph was surprised by the other's sudden interference, stepping back himself and staring at Ring. For a moment, silence was heard, save for Ryder's slowly growing sobs. A....monster...oh is that what he became? The priest could only stare, before a gentle chuckle escaped his throat. "Why would I want to be fixed?" he stated, then stepping forward again. Due to the fact that Joseph let go of the leash, Ryder scrambled behind Ring, looking like a scared child. Joseph glanced at Ryder, then scoffed.

"I'd think that you of all people would like this...I thought I found a kindred spirit...but I guess I was wrong." He smiled kindly, leaning to stare Ring in the eye. "Do you want to know a secret, Ring?" He asked, brown eyes now dull and a smirk slowly forming on his face. "You and I are far more alike than you realize....you say that you deserved your punishment of immortality. So did I." He straightened up, then walking over to his power tools, grabbing a certain tool and looking at it fondly. The nail gun, which was rusted with the blood of Michael. His eyes went soft for a moment, as he ran a finger over the nail. "...I knew that Michael was manipulating me...from day one."

Solynx - Last Wednesday at 5:40 PM Joseph was far taller and wider than Ring, and instinctively, he shrunk in his clothes when Joseph stepped toward him. Ryder grabbing him shocked him out of it, and once more, he puffed out his chest. He wasn't going to just leave Ryder at the mercy of Joseph. He knew some of what Joseph could do, and could imagine everything else. It wasn't good.

"Do you... know how crazy you sound?" he finally spoke up after Joseph brought up Michael. "We're alike? You deserve this? No, Joseph. Not at all. You can be saved." He looked down at Ryder, offering a sorry look, then stepped forward. "I managed to get in touch with Gabriel - I know how we can do it. And God is willing to forgive you." He came behind Joseph, his voice soft. He gingerly reached out and put his hands on Joseph's sides. "But you-- you can't seriously want to stay like this. This awful fucking existence? It's indescribably terrible, and you don't need to. Why wouldn't you want to end it?"

Visa - Last Wednesday at 5:49 PM "I can be honest...I was ready to go back, Ring." he stated, feeling the soft touch and tensing at first. God...that touch....remembering last night, it made him shudder and practically melt. "...the attention was worth it, I thought." he stated, then glancing at Ring. The other was still injured, this he knew. His wings where mangled and he didn't look like he was healing at all. Turning, he set the nails down, then letting his hand reach out to let his thumb gently run over that part of the wing he knew was in pain. "I....thrive on attention. That's why I became a priest." he stated, eyes soft as he leaned over to kiss his injured wing. "It hurts, doesn't it? I did feel bad that you did this to yourself to help my eyesight...and god, it scared me..." He opened, his eyes, not really realizing they had fluttered closed.

"You saved me, Ring...in your own way. Your attention...everything you do, is so important to me...I love you...and I love the people in chat....and I'll do anything to protect you all...even if I have to turn on my own family." His eyes then flickered to Ryder, who had been trying to crawl away, his hand shooting out to open the gate that Mama was kept in. "Mama, baby." he said in a sweet voice, the dog then running over to Ryder and nuzzling his cheek. The dog, in all her intentions, wanted Ryder there to protect him.

Solynx - Last Wednesday at 5:59 PM Ring's wing had scabbed over, but it would be slow healing as long as he wasn't using magic on it. He instinctively winced a but when the tear was touched. They were delicate. He didn't shove Joseph away, though, not even when he kissed the wing. Joseph really did like wings. Ring could remember him staring at Michael's in the same affectionate way. They fluttered and folded up when Joseph pulled away, as though scared. Ring hadn't forgotten about the nail gun.

"Joseph... I understand that. The attention thing." He took Joseph's hands and linked their fingers. At the very least, it would keep Joseph from grabbing any weapons. "Not wanting to leave your loved ones. But this isn't right, not when your curse can be lifted. You don't have to sink to this level. You can still love and protect us without tormenting yourself."

Despite the passion in his words, Ring knew they wouldn't change Joseph's mind. "And what are you gonna do when everyone dies and I go home? What do you have then?"

Visa - Last Wednesday at 6:07 PM Smiling, the priest's disposition seemed to calm, particularly to the way he usually acted. With the fact that the other had linked their hands together, Joseph felt like he could stay like this for a while. He felt safe....warm....this attention was truly intoxicating. As much as Ring slept around, fell for other people...hell, even teased him with promises that he knew didn't mean much, he was so desperate for Ring's approval and attention. Though at the mention of Ring's leaving, his eyes widened, and instantly that warmth left his chest. He fell on his knees, looking like a lost child as he glanced up at Ring.

"Leave? No...no I don't want you to leave...I want you to stay with me!" He whimpered, letting his cheek rest on Ring's hip. "I couldn't live without you, Ring. I don't want to live without you...I'd rather die than live without you..." he muttered, eyes once again drifting to Ryder, who was being coddled by their childhood dog. "I'll do anything, Ring...please just...don't leave me....I don't want anyone else but you...."

Solynx - Last Wednesday at 6:24 PM The drop surprised Ring, and he let go of Joseph's hands as he collapsed onto the floor. It was a dramatic gesture. Ring must have rubbed off on him more than he realised. He reached a tentative hand out and began to pet Joseph's head. It was the least comfort he could provide. Joseph's desperation resonated with him and the loneliness he was plagued with, and it only brought forth his desire to go home more.

"I got things at home. Friends, a husband, the end to my curse. An entire life. Eventually I'm gonna go back. You can't really stop that. And eventually, I'm gonna fade from existence too." His hand moved to cradle Joseph's cheek, and Ring tilted Joseph's head up so they were meeting eyes. "So why won't you die for me? You said you'd rather be dead, but you're refusing to have your curse undone. You want to be alone?"

Visa - Last Wednesday at 6:33 PM Joseph looked so lost, but happy that Ring was treating him so tenderly. Tears pricked at his eyes as he nodded, gently rubbing his cheek against Ring's hip. Ryder was merely staring in...disbelief. And a gross feeling washed over him as he looked away, focusing on the knife his brother had forgotten to take out of his pocket. Being chained up, he couldn't reach for it without Joseph getting suspicious. But now that Joseph and Ring where having a....moment....he took the time to grab it from his pocket. tearing the collar off his neck, he stood, knife in hand as he stared at the two.

From Joseph's soft whimpering of "I love you"s, to Ring's rather soft gaze, something in him just fueled the need to throw up. So he did, running out and throwing up outside. The man was shuddering, staring at the ground before shaking his head and letting the tears flow from his eyes. He was almost fucking sold out by his own brother. Treated lesser than dirt...oh god how he wanted to kill him now. But something held him back....and the fact that Mama was now licking his face calmed him...slightly. "Ryder?" he heard, head whipping around as the man, now calmer and happy seemed to call out to him. Ryder stood tall, trying to look more intimidating as he glanced between Ring and Joseph frantically.

Solynx - Last Wednesday at 6:45 PM Ring paid Ryder no mind. He was planning to let Ryder go, anyway. If he got himself out, that was okay. In Ring's mind, he told Ryder to run and not stop. Get as far away as he could before Joseph inevitably noticed. It didn't work well, because Joseph immediately noticed Ryder's stampede out the building. Joseph started to get up and stumble after Ryder, but Ring didn't want that. He slid a foot in Joseph's direction, murmuring a spell that caused the ground to rise up around Joseph's feet and lock him in place by the ankles. Ring then walked over and stood in front of him.

"Ryder. Go. I need to talk with Joe still, but I'll find you when we're done. I still owe you a place to stay, after all." He turned back to Joseph. "You didn't answer me. If you love me so much, why are you doing this? Why are you shoving away everything I'm doing for you and making me watch you suffer? Do you want to know what it's like to live like this?!"

Visa - Last Wednesday at 6:50 PM Joseph froze, shrinking at the fact that Ring shouting at him. Eyes drifting to the side, he said nothing, watching Ryder run off with Mama in hot pursuit. "No....I..." he muttered, body now starting to shake, tears started filling his eyes. "I just...wanted to make you happy..." he whimpered, staring down at Ring. "I didn't think about myself...because I didn't want to see you sad..and I didn't want to hurt you...but I messed up on that....thought....and I'm sorry."

Solynx - Last Wednesday at 6:57 PM He sighed. He'd started to raise his voice at Joseph. He hadn't meant to, but this was a topic that meant a lot to him and he was getting fired up over it. He came up to Joseph and once more put an arm around him, his other reaching up to hold Joseph's face. The concrete that'd risen up to hold Joseph slunk back into the ground with rumbling sounds.

"I forgive you, Joe. But you can't be doin' this stuff in hopes to impress me. What's really gonna make me happy is seeing you normal again. What I can't do." He grabbed at Joseph's clothes and put his face in his chest. He was large and comfortable, despite everything. "You don't even understand how much it hurts to see you throw this chance away."

Visa - Last Wednesday at 7:03 PM "I...I don't want to hurt you..." he muttered, letting his hand fly up to gently ruffle Ring's hair. His fingers, despite the callous on them, where soft, and loving as they ran through his hair. His free arm gently wrapped around Ring's waist, as his lips gently pressed against  Ring's head. He felt so warm and safe...god Joseph couldn't help but be obsessed with it. He continued to give gentle kisses to Ring's head. "I promise....I promise I won't hurt you again...I'm so sorry...I love you..."

Solynx - Last Wednesday at 7:16 PM Ring didn't mind the affection. He was always the kind to love being held and cooed over. Sure, Fia was nice to snuggle with, but he could practically feel the emotions within Joseph right now, and it touched the loneliness that ached his soul. He nuzzled his face into Joseph and stayed there for a long, calming minute. Joseph was so terribly tormented though, and imprinted like a duckling. Ring wasn't sure how good of an idea this was. This whole situation started because he decided to be greedy and not fix Joseph's eyes as soon as he could.

He looked up after a minute, and into the eyes he made. He supposed he could always take them away if Joseph defied him again. They were gift under the assumption that Joseph would be saved, not use them to corrupt his soul further. His finger came to the edge of Joseph's eye and circled around it as he contemplated his options. His god of life really didn't want Joseph to have those eyes, yet Ring ignored the infinite wisdom for what he felt was right.

"I don't want you to kill or hurt people, okay? I know you thought it would be something I like, and I can tell how much you love me. Don't worry. But you really scared me."

Visa - Last Wednesday at 7:24 PM Joseph felt the finger hear his eyes and shuddered, nodding softly as his hug got a little tighter. "I...I promise...I won't do that to anyone....I promise....I'm so sorry." he whimpered, still nuzzling and cuddling the other man. His chest felt so warm, love absolutely melting what little madness had held him...for the moment. He practically swept the other up, going into the shed to place them both on a bail of hay. God, he loved hugging Ring, sitting the other on his lap and just giving him kisses and loving whispers as he just bombarded the other with affection.

Solynx - Last Wednesday at 7:31 PM Being picked up made Ring yelp in surprise and instinctively flail a bit, but he soon grabbed onto Joseph and let himself be carried. He was a bit nervous. Joseph still seemed kind of unstable, and he wasn't sure that he wouldn't be hurt. Thankfully though, Ring was plopped into a pile of hay in a corner of the barn and just pulled into Joseph's lap. He went to say something, but found himself in a kiss. He relaxed at that. Joseph just wanted to cuddle some. Ring kissed him back and put his arms around Joseph's neck. This, at least, he could provide. He murmured back sweet things to him, though he was careful to never say "I love you." He didn't want to know what that might do.

Visa - Last Wednesday at 7:34 PM Joseph shuddered at the affection back, nuzzling the other's neck and kissing at it. His mind was completely addicted to the feeling of Ring, everything about him just made him feel safe....and he never wanted to lose that. The priest's hands drifted down to the other's hips, lips tenderly nipping and kissing at Ring's neck.

Solynx - Last Wednesday at 7:39 PM Ring let his head fall to the side when Joseph nuzzled into him, allowing him to kiss his neck. It felt nice. He'd been bedfellows with Joseph before, but it wasn't intimate in this way. He couldn't help but laugh with glee and close his eyes, letting Joseph do what he wanted. It was when Joseph put his hands on Ring's hips that he hesitated. He didn't actually intend to sleep with Joseph again, not while he was like this. Ring wiggled and tried to slip out of Joseph's lap, saying, "Hey, nah. We should limit ourselves."

Visa - Last Wednesday at 7:43 PM Joseph blinked in surprise at Ring suddenly stopping him, pouting gently. His arms wrapped around the others waist, but he didn't try to advance any more. "I'm sorry...please don't leave?" He stated softly, brown eyes locking into his as he gently pressed his forehead against Ring's. The lost expression in his eyes had a dangerous spark to them for a moment, but his expression was still soft as he let his hands gently cup Ring's face. "Please?"

Solynx - Last Wednesday at 7:47 PM Joseph putting his arms around Ring's waist stopped him from wiggling out, but Ring settled when it seemed like Joseph wasn't going to push anything sexual. He looked into Joseph's eyes. He seemed genuinely scared at the prospect of Ring leaving. He'd have to go eventually, of course, but for now, Ring scooted back up against him. "I won't leave, I promise. I'm still here." He gave Joseph another brief kiss and put his arms back around him. "Just don't think we should be doing that anymore."

Visa - Last Wednesday at 7:49 PM "That's fine...you don't need to do anything with me....just as long as your with me...that's all that matters to me." He muttered, once again kissing his head and peppering little kisses on the other's face. Joseph was completely ok without any sex from Ring, holding him like this was something that was much better than sex, honestly. Just feeling his warmth was something that he couldn't live without.

Solynx - Last Wednesday at 7:53 PM "Of course I can be with you," he murmured back. This corner of the barn really was a romantic one. When he was in here with Flint, this had been the same pile they were in. He wondered how Flint would react to this. He didn't think Flint would attack Joseph, but it wouldn't matter right now since Joseph couldn't die anyway. He brought his lips to Joseph's and went back to kissing him sweetly, but bit by bit, he grew deeper and more forceful with it until his tongue was in Joseph's mouth and he had a hand wrapped around his head. He wouldn't go any farther than this, but he was going to enjoy what they would do.

Visa - Last Wednesday at 7:58 PM Joseph was absolutely intoxicated by the kiss, from the sweetness of it to the forcefulness. His breathing was shallow, large chest raising and falling as he started to pant a bit harder. He promised Ring that he wouldn't touch him in any sexual way, for a fact, but this kissing was really making him hot under the collar. Well it would be his own problem in this case, he wanted to respect Ring's rule. He did, however, let his own tongue slip against Ring's tongue, swirling it around the other's tongue as his face started to get redder with the moan that escaped him. As much as he wanted to pull back and apologize for that moan, he was far too deep into the kiss.

Solynx - Last Wednesday at 8:10 PM The moan was pretty cute. Ring could feel Joseph recoil a bit, but he had a hand around Joseph's head, and Joseph fell back into what they were doing anyway. He moved his legs a bit so he straddled Joseph's lap and pulled up closer to him. Ring was always one for being a little touchy, even if he didn't have any intent behind it. His free hand rested on Joseph's shoulder and ran down his body, gently tugging at his collar as he did. His hand groped at Joseph's chest while it worked down, and he couldn't help but snicker.

Visa - Last Wednesday at 8:15 PM Oh he was teasing him wasn't he? The larger man, despite his size, squirmed under Ring's touch, panting heavily as his hands went from Ring to the hay underneath them. He panted softly, tongue merely working messily as he continued to kiss the other. His chest was a...rather sensitive...area, so Ring touching him there caused another moan to escape his throat. Don't touch Ring...Don't touch Ring....don't touch Ring....God this was hard, but he had made a promise and was intent on keeping them.

Solynx - Last Wednesday at 8:21 PM Joseph's reactions only egged Ring on. It entertained him to feel Joseph worm under him and to hear his moaning. He was really getting flustered. Ring's fingers trailed down to the bottom of Joseph's shirt, where it slid underneath and back up Joseph. His hand was warm and soft, and took its time. His fingers moved across every inch of his flesh before finally settling to hold him by the side of his chest, his thumb rolling over Joseph's nipple.

Visa - Last Wednesday at 8:26 PM Breaking the kiss, Joseph gasped; biting his lower lip and shivering as Ring's fingers teased him relentlessly. His hips bucked, which probably looked a little odd considering Ring was currently on his lap. God this was getting intense, but again his motive stayed relatively firm. He panted, whimpering with Ring's insistent touches as he threw his head back. He felt dizzy with lust, but as much as he just wanted to take Ring then and there, he steeled himself.

Solynx - Last Wednesday at 8:33 PM It was getting hard to not be actually grabby with Joseph. He meant it when he said he didn't want to have any more sex, but this was fun. Joseph was getting pitifully turned on from just some making out and light touches. He nuzzled himself against Joseph's neck when the kiss broke and panted hot breaths down his spine. The hand he had behind Joseph's head fell away. He stuck his tongue in his mouth and licked it, then brought it to play with Joseph's other nipple.

"You're a good boy for not touching me," he mumbled out in Joseph's ear, then pressed a kiss beneath it. His hips pressed against Joseph's waist, and then he grinded down, rubbing his ass against Joseph's groin. He gave him another kiss, and cooed, "Such a good boy..."

Visa - Last Wednesday at 8:42 PM Oh lord, this was so intense. Joseph panted as Ring mouthed him, hands still gripping the hay as he tried to keep his resolve strong. Feeling Ring grind against him, his eyes fluttered closed, panting as his hips slowly matched his grinding. He was hard, that much was obvious by now as his erection strained against his jeans. "G-Good...hah...I'm a....good boy?" He panted out, brown eyes clouded with lust as the other praised him. Oh lord that praise was even hotter due to this moment. "I-I'll be good...ah...I won't...t-touch you if you don't want me too...I promise!"

Solynx - Last Wednesday at 8:47 PM Somewhere in Ring's mind, he told himself that he should stop. Joseph was fully hard, and Ring was starting to get turned on himself. Yet, he didn't - he just dragged himself up and down Joseph's lap, teasing him further and letting blood start to rush through his own body. His kisses began to trail along Joseph's jawline, but he mumbled between them, "Good... Good boy... And this isn't really doing things, right? 'Cause we still have our clothes on... So it's okay."

Visa - Last Wednesday at 8:53 PM "R-Right..." he panted, shivering as his erection throbbed against Ring's ass. He was seeing stars at this point, eyes squeezing shut as his arms began to shake. It was so hard to not touch Ring, and his knuckles where getting white from gripping the hay so hard. He bit his lip harder, making it bleed as he continued to buck his hips without restraint. God, just having Ring on top of his lap and grinding against him was making him flustered, and he did feel embarrassed by this. However the fact that Ring was riding him (almost) masked the embarrassment as he moaned.

Solynx - Last Wednesday at 9:03 PM It was fine. They weren't naked, no one was in anyone else, and Joseph wasn't touching him. This was flirting, not sex. Ring flirted a lot. He knew the differences. He brought his lips up to Joseph's again and tasted blood. He didn't notice Joseph had started to bleed. For the first time since he started his flirting, he moaned, and he began to lick up the blood between small kisses. What a little brat. Ring had definitely mentioned before he liked when a little bleeding was involved. He only flushed with more arousal at the iron taste.

He pulled away and panted, "Fuck-- Okay, let me, um." He pushed Joseph onto his back and brought their hips together, now grinding his own erection against Joseph's. "Don't-- N-no touching still. This isn't-- Fuck--" His words hitched as he pressed in harder. "It's not sex if it's just me being me."

Visa - Last Wednesday at 9:12 PM Joseph gasped, feeling Ring rub against him but moaned more. He wasn't even thinking of what Ring was saying at this rate, eyes squeezed shut as he felt the other man press harder against him. Soft mewling turned into full on moans now, feeling the head of his dick leak as he grinded against him. Fuck...fuck fuck fuck...he wanted him inside him. Wanted that dick in him so bad...but no...shit no don't think like that--Be good Joseph, be good. Joseph's hands where now gripping the prickly haystack below him, panting as he stared up at the ceiling. "Good god...ahh~" He moaned, remembering the other moments that he was with Ring.

He threw his head back, panting desperately as his pleasure burned more intensely. "Please...please, please please~" he whimpered, feeling his orgasm come close.

Solynx - Last Wednesday at 9:27 PM Ring kept mumbling excuses and reasons for why what they were doing was allowed, but as Joseph's voice rose, it got harder to not start moaning with him. His words kept trailing off in gasps and groans. He eventually resolved to stop trying and just go back to licking at the wound that'd first gotten him so excited. His hands pawed at Joseph for a decent grip, but he was moving too much to actually hold anything, and his body wouldn't let him stop. He desperately wanted to actually fuck Joseph and look at his face twist in pleasure. But this was as good as he'd get, and the thought of pausing ached his needy cock. He just continued to frot against him, enjoying the fast friction. It felt good. So, so good. Ring bit at the cut in Joseph's lip and moaned lewdly.

Visa - Last Wednesday at 9:31 PM Joseph cried out, coming intensely as his body shuddered. His hips rammed against Ring's hips, panting as shaky hands so desperately clawed at the haystack as he rode out his orgasm. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, loud and desperate panting escaped him. His body was shaking, and jeans soiled, Joseph whimpering softly. He wanted to hug the other, but he still stayed with his no touching rule.

Solynx - Last Wednesday at 9:37 PM Joseph came, and Ring let out a groan of dissatisfaction. He wasn't done yet. He wasn't close to cumming, though he was thoroughly worked up and would be hard to calm down at this point. He pushed himself off of Joseph and sat up, leaning back on trembling arms. His erection was still very much in view and throbbing under his pants. He put a hand on it and groped at it idly, grumbling, "Goddammit... Look what you've left me with, Joe. You're too dangerous. You keep making me wanna fuck your brains out."

Visa - Last Wednesday at 9:42 PM Joseph panted, slowly sitting up and staring at Ring's pants. He bit his lip again, eyes flickering up at Ring. "I..I wouldn't mind helping you...." he whimpered, then putting his hands on either side of Ring's hips. He wasn't touching him at all, but those brown eyes where just staring up at him with a half glazed look. "Or...or you can jerk off and cum on my face...no touching necessary..." he panted, eyeing Ring's crotch hungrily.

Solynx - Last Wednesday at 9:50 PM Ring didn't shove Joseph away when he came up close to him, but eyed him warily. He managed a small laugh at Joseph's first suggestion, and said, "I think it kinda crosses the line if I were to actually be in you." Despite that, his eyes stayed focused on Joseph's lips. He wanted to cram his cock down Joseph's throat and watch him choke and love it. Ring clenched his jaw as another groan rose out of him, even more desperate from before. He really, really shouldn't, but maybe that jerking off idea wasn't too bad. After a moment of quiet contemplation, he eventually hissed out, "Fuck," and scrambled to undo his pants. His hand near immediately wrapped around his dick and began to stroke himself furiously. Soon after, he dissolved into moans and whimpers as he continued to stare down at Joseph's lips.

Visa - Last Wednesday at 9:56 PM Joseph was trying so hard not to do anything to Ring, but seeing how hot Ring looked, he licked his lips.. Without missing a beat, he leaned forward, keeping his hands away from Ring but looking up innocently as he bobbed his head. He panted around Ring's dick, letting the head hit the back of his throat as he choked gently on it. He was going at a slow pace at first, but slowly worked up to suck and bob his head a bit faster.

Solynx - Last Wednesday at 10:04 PM Though Ring was looking at Joseph, his mind was more absorbed in his thoughts, and he didn't actually register that Joseph had moved until he suddenly felt Joseph's mouth around his cock. He leaned his head back and let out a low moan of, "No," yet his hand let go of himself to grab at Joseph's hair and urge him further down. He rolled his hips with Joseph's bobbing, forcing himself in and out deeper. It felt heavenly, even if he wasn't even doing too much yet. His mouth was hot and wet and kept taking him. It was everything he was craving right now. His noises grew louder and longer as Joseph continued to work on him, and it wasn't long until his breaths were quick and he was begging for more.

Visa - Last Wednesday at 10:10 PM Joseph choked more on Ring's dick, eyes tearing up as he glanced up at the other man. Seeing him look more pleasured, he let his tongue lick the underbelly of his shaft, feeling the head practically shove down his throat with each thrust. He paused, keeping his dick down his throat. He panted, rather enjoying the feeling of Ring's dick blocking his throat. He moaned around it, letting his tongue swirl a bit around the other's dick. He didn't move for a while, before pulling back a bit, panting and coughing as his head went back to bobbing and sucking on Ring's dick. He wanted so desperately to touch him....but again, have to be good.

Solynx - Last Wednesday at 10:21 PM Ring's eyes fluttered shut as he started to lose himself to the sensations. Feeling Joseph's tongue start to work on his cock made him shiver and shove him further down. He let out an excited cry as he felt himself actually push into Joseph's throat instead of teasing it. Even if Joseph stopped moving, Ring didn't, only wanting to fuck his mouth harder. Luckily for Joseph, their positions didn't loan to it that well, and he could only do small thrusts. But it was enough for him. It kept his excitement building. When Joseph started moving again, Ring whined out, "Oh God, Joseph... This is so fucking good-- You-you're such a good boy..."

Visa - Last Wednesday at 10:26 PM Oh....oh. Joseph squirmed, panting harder as he sucked harder, unzipping his own pants to start rubbing himself. He let Ring's dick ram hard and deep as possible, fingers rubbing at the head of his own dick. He absolutely enthralled, feeling his throat get used to Ring as he shut his eyes. He was getting hard again, and the fact that Ring praised him didn't help either.

Solynx - Last Wednesday at 10:36 PM Ring didn't notice what Joseph was doing, and likely for the better. He could barely contain himself anymore, squirming in Joseph's mouth and groping at whatever his hand grabbed. His feet kicked and dug against the hay to try and find purchase. His words dissolved into loud moans and crying out Joseph's name. His cock drooled out pre into Joseph's throat. He was getting close. The hand holding Joseph's hair was practically controlling it now, forcing him to move quick and deep on Ring. Joseph's inevitable choking only massaged Ring's dick further.

"Oh my God," he groaned out again. "Joseph, you're s-so good, you're such a good boy. Fuck, you're so fucking good..." He broke off with another moan. "I'm gonna cum soon, Joseph, babe-- I wanna-- Don't stop, I wanna cum down your throat."

Visa - Last Wednesday at 10:43 PM Joseph let Ring control from here, letting his throat clench and squeeze around Ring's dick, eyes half lidded as he absolutely LOVED getting his throat ravaged. His hand was jerking at his own dick, the priest drooling on Ring's throbbing cock at the mention of Ring's cum down his throat. He whimpered, feeling his breathing hitch as his dick throbbed as well. He was sucking HARD now, looking hungry as his eyes practically rolled up, unable to focus on his own dick now as he choked around Ring's dick.

Solynx - Last Wednesday at 10:56 PM Ring's head was still tilted back, his eyes closed and his mouth open from all his noises. When he stopped to pant, his tongue lolled out of his mouth not unlike a dog. He was deaf to his surroundings except his cries and Joseph's slurping. He'd forgotten he was in a barn and that he wasn't supposed to be doing this. He only cared about the pressure rising in his groin and the pleasure being done onto him. Ring's movements got desperate and shaky, pushing them both just a little bit further until his body shuddered and he came. He screamed, gripping at the hay and pounding his cock in with each pulse of his seed. He was always to cum more than needed, and Joseph brought out the worst of him. After several breath-taking seconds of orgasming hard in Joseph, he flopped backwards and practically melted into the hay, panting and gasping for air.

Visa - Last Wednesday at 11:07 PM Joseph didn't expect that much to pour out, but feeling Ring's dick practically expand in his throat, his haze was broken for a second as his eyes widened. Hot cum shot down his throat and into his stomach, the priest gagging slightly as tears pricked into his eyes. After several seconds of unloading, and as Ring flopped back, Joseph paused, bobbing his head to suck up whatever was left before taking him out with a rather lewd pop. He panted, rubbing his cheek against Ring's dick and looking.....honestly very satisfied. If anyone could see him now, nothing would indicate AT ALL that he was a man of the cloth, what with his pants unbuttoned, hair disheveled, and happy kisses on the other man's dick.

Solynx - Last Wednesday at 11:34 PM He was vaguely aware of what Joseph was doing, but for the most part, he was checked out of his surroundings. The world buzzed around him and meant nothing at all. But slowly, it pieced itself back together. He could feel Joseph's nuzzling, and the exhaustion that had rolled over him. Ring tentatively sat back up. He pushed Joseph's face away and shoved his cock back into his pants, muttering, "Sorry, that-- Ugh. I really can't control myself, huh."

Visa - Last Wednesday at 11:39 PM Joseph looked like an absolute mess, looking up at Ring. His lips where bruised from the constant pounding, and his once tidy clothing and hair where now disheveled. His dick was out too, leaking from the orgasm he had after Ring came. "I...its ok....I mean." He smiled. "I didn't touch you!"

Solynx - Last Wednesday at 11:49 PM He got a better look at Joseph after zipping up his pants. While the look was normally pretty hot to him, seeing how he absolutely messed someone up, he just felt disgusted now. Disgusted at what he did, how Joseph was falling, and how Ring kept making everything worse. He scooted back a couple feet and shook his head, saying, "No, I'm sorry. I didn't-- We really shouldn't have these affairs anymore. I mean that. You're too in love with me. I don't want to tempt you off of recovery again."

Visa - Last Wednesday at 11:54 PM Joseph's eyes widening again, arms shakily pushing him up as he fixed himself, hand reaching up to smooth back his hair. "You're not leaving me, are you? I'm sorry, I tempted you!" He whimpered, the grabbing the others shoulders. Tears started to fall from his eyes, his hands squeezing the others shoulders. "I promise i wont do it again!! I'll be good!"

Solynx - Last Wednesday at 11:58 PM Ring was still fairly lethargic, but he had enough sense to notice Joseph was starting to freak out. He backed up again, off of the hay, only for his shoulders to be grabbed. Joseph's fingers dug into him and made him tense up, yelping, "Hey, that hurts!" He put his hands on Joseph's and tried to pull them off. "I need to go home. I can tell you about Gabriel later."

Visa - Yesterday at 1:15 AM Joseph noticed the yelp, then remembering how his brother reacted to him and completely backed himself to the wall, staring at Ring and seeming to be lost in thought. For a moment, he looked more confused than ever, staring at his hands as he considered his options. The fact that both his brother and Ring where scared of him...really fucked him up. What was he doing wrong? Was he being to rough? Was he not good enough? He whimpered, looking at Ring again and shaking his head. "No...no no.....Ring...please...! Don't go...!"

Solynx - Yesterday at 1:22 AM Ring pulled Joseph off surprisingly easy for the grip he just had. He watched as Joseph cowered away. It was odd to see him so suddenly recoil, but it was a good chance to leave since he wasn't being held. Ring pushed himself up to unsteady feet. "Joe. Relax. I'm not leaving you to die. Just uh, we should both take a bit alone after that."

Visa - Yesterday at 1:26 AM Joseph didn't respond, rather, was mumbling as he stood, grabbing the nail gun from his stash. The blood had dried...so nicely....he truly did miss having Michael here when he did....and felt for a moment that he was indeed still here. "....right...I...I'm sorry, Ring....You have every right to want that..." he stated finally, then looking at Ring and smiling at him. "Now hurry...before I change my mind and keep you here like I was going to Ryder." This was said in a sweet fashion, but had every kind of bad intent in it.

Solynx - Yesterday at 1:31 AM He'd paused at Joseph suddenly leaping up and running over to the table, only to stiffen with anxiety at seeing him snatch up the nail gun. His wings tucked themselves in out of fear. The smile caused him to rattle with dread. It wasn't a nice smile, as sweet as he was trying to be. Ring didn't give Joseph a verbal response to what he said. He just turned heel and began walking out of the barn.

Visa - Yesterday at 12:45 PM The priest stared at nail gun for a moment, brown eyes flickering over the nail bit and the blood. It was funny, really, how much had happened to him recently....him, getting lied to by Michael....Ring's kindness. If anything he loved the thrill of it, and hearing nothing outside, a content smile spread on his face as he set down the nail gun and grabbed a leash and dog collar.

Of course he was still there, why wouldn't he be? The priest slowly advanced on the other, suddenly wrapping his arms around the other. "Didn't you hear what I said?" He cooed softly, picking the man up and walking calmly to the shed again. He set him down, grabbing the collar and placing it around Ring's neck.

Solynx - Yesterday at 1:17 PM Ring had walked at a fast pace to get out of there and rounded a corner to be out of immediate view. A lot just happened. He walked in on Joseph trying to teach Ryder to be a dog, and he confessed to wanting an eternal life to spend with him. He'd gone completely crazy and obsessed. He let out a shaking sigh as his mind flipped through everything before he went into his pocket and got out his phone. He needed to update Gabriel.

"gabe. i dont think joe can be saved" "i still think we should remove his curse. but he's really gone off the deep end." "idk if there's a way to save him from going to hell" "he fucking had ryder tied up in his barn and was kicking him around and stuff" "ryder like his brother" "he's really gone crazyhgu"

Arms wrapping around Ring's chest made him jump and flub the rest of his message. He hadn't heard anything creep up behind him. He looked back to see Joseph staring down at him, that cruel smile still on his face. He tried to jerk away. The grip only got tighter. Panic started to rise in his chest. He crammed his phone back into his pocket, accidentally sending another keymash in the process, then put his hands around Joseph's arms and tried to tear them off. His claws instantly came out and dug into Joseph's skin.

"Let go of me," he snarled. "I was on my way--" His words cut off with a yelp as he was suddenly lifted and dragged back to the shed. He thrashed and kicked, but Joseph was far stronger than he was. It would take more than some physical force to get out of this. He was about to cast a spell when he was dropped on the ground, cutting his focus. The concrete was hard and hurt to crash on. He looked up. Joseph's eyes were glazed and far, like he'd completely forgotten Ring was something sentient. Or maybe this was him just not caring.

A stomp on Ring's leg stopped his thoughts short as he yelled with pain. In the next moment he was aware of, Joseph had him by the throat and put a collar on him. Ring shook his head and tried to lean away. "No-- No, you are not doing this." He put a hand to the jewels on his necklace and began to cast a quick teleportation spell.

Visa - Yesterday at 1:29 PM "I'm not?" He tilted his head, watching Ring begin his chant. His eyes where completely dead now, no joy or kindness. Just full on insanity. He grabbed his nail gun, looking at it fondly. "I'm sure if you leave, I can find Ryder again....I mean...you really hit the mark with praising me and making me excited...I wouldn't be surprised if it worked on him too..." he hummed, then slamming his foot down on Ring's leg again. "I know you can easily leave....and it does make me sad...I don't want to hurt you, but oh god, I can hurt Ryder....or Mary....."

Solynx - Yesterday at 1:40 PM The mention of finding Ryder again made Ring stop cold with his words. "You-- You wouldn't. I told you not to." His words were low, a disbelieving whisper. He'd been too hopeful in Joseph saying he'd give things up for Ring. His obsession and insanity were too deep, and Ring really might have broken his only hold by walking away a minute ago. He shrunk back as far as he could. Joseph was actually starting to scare him.

The second kick to his leg caused him to curse again. It was already hurting from the earliest kick to it, when he'd saved Ryder. These weren't helping. He curled in a bit and gripped at his leg the best he could. It was always his left leg that got abused - Flint had carved it up, and now Joseph was beating it. He looked up at Joseph, starting to tremble a bit from the pain. "You don't have to hurt anyone! Leave them alone!"

Visa - Yesterday at 1:51 PM Joseph chuckled, kneeling down and gently caressing Ring's cheek. "Oh Ring...I don't want to hurt anyone...I just want to love you." He stated, reaching down and suddenly yanking the necklace away. He looked at it, whistling as he turned it over. "Quite a set of jewelry you have, Ring! Maybe I can customize your collar to be this pretty!" He remarked, setting it on his tool table. He knelt down again, gently kissing Ring's forehead before his hand went down to caress the leg he had been taking a beating. "I'm so sorry for hurting you, my beautiful Ring....I'll let that heal."

Solynx - Yesterday at 1:59 PM "Hey--!" Ring lunged after the necklace, but with the foot still holding him down, he couldn't reach them. He was like a child trying to grab a cookie jar. Anxiety turned his stomach. This wasn't good. He wore those because he had to protect them - it could be catastrophic in the wrong hands. He made another failed lunge and hissed, "Give that back! It's not jewelry, it's an artifact, and it's not for fucking dressing up!"

And yet, Joseph still set them aside. Ring snarled and bared his demonic teeth. If nothing else, he could try and intimidate Joseph out of this. Bit by bit, his devilish features cropped up. Though to Joseph nuzzling his leg, he had nothing but disgust. He raised his foot and kicked Joseph in the face, snapping, "This isn't love, you fucking freak."

Visa - Yesterday at 2:08 PM Joseph reeled back from the kick, and felt blood trickle from his nose. For a moment, he sat there, letting the blood drip onto the floor, before a rather crazed laugh escaped him. "Damn, ok! Ring, we're playing rough, huh?" He stated, pulling his hands away from his face. He looked absolutely insane, with a crazed expression and a face splitting grin. He stood, wiping his nose on his sleeve and grabbing a cattle brander. He set it in the charcoal fire he had going on (it was mostly for the heat, it got cold in here after all!), before turning to look at Ring. "And what would you know about that?" his tone dropped almost immediately, monotone and lifeless as he stared down at the being.

"Sleeping with everyone...everything that is deemed attractive by you....ah...but right....your husband...you love him right?" He stated, rolling up his sleeves and loosening his collar. He grabbed the cattle brander after a while, walking over to Ring and pointing it at his face. "Did you know that's a sin? Lying with others instead of lying with your husband? You're not very faithful are you?"

Solynx - Yesterday at 2:23 PM Despite the kick freeing him of Joseph for the moment, Ring had a feeling his actions were about to bite him. The laugh Joseph let out made his blood run cold. It was the same sort of sadistic laugh he did when his victims had life to them. He shrunk back, only to press up against a wall. There wasn't anywhere else to move. He started to glance at the sides, wondering how easily it'd be to run. He could protect Mary and Ryder from Joseph. He just had to get out of here first.

He'd sort of tuned Joseph out when he'd walked away. His words were just there to rattle him more. The mention of his husband made his attention immediately snap right back onto Joseph. "Of course I love him, he's--" He cut himself off as the cattle brander was put in his face. He turned his head away as best as he could for where he was. He could take the pain if he had to, but that didn't mean he wanted to. His shaking started again. He didn't want that on him.

His eyes stayed on the glowing point as he said in slow reply, "He does it too. It's an agreement we have if we're not in the same life. We don't have sins back home... Just laws, but that isn't one of them."

Visa - Yesterday at 2:36 PM Joseph chuckled, letting his cattle brander graze against the other's cheek. "So you're both in sin? You both fuck others despite "loving" each other? What if he fell in love with someone else, hm? Don't you feel guilty fucking all these people when you know your husband is doing the same?" He then snapped his fingers, as if in realization. "Oh oh! Unless! Unless you get off on that thought?" He reeled the cattle brander back, setting it in the coals again before looking at Ring again. "You probably imagine it being him...right? That's why you don't want to love anyone else? That's pretty cruel, you know?" He stated, grabbing the nail gun, a favored weapon of choice at this point, waving it around. "Do you know how people normally are? They fall in love SO easily! Think of Fia, FD.....me...we all love you so much!"

He glanced at the nail gun, running a finger over it lovingly. "Of course....after a lot of consideration...I should hate you too. You kept me to yourself for so long...you know, you had a chance of saving me!" He stated, then sitting next to Ring. "You had your chance....but oh the thought. You loved caring for someone who was so helpless didn't you? Loved the idea of people praising you for being the kindhearted soul to care for someone who was also in need!" His grin faded, eyes seeming to dull even more. "....despite being there with you and Fia. I felt alone. Hiko was such good company....for a while. But I was truly alone." He looked at Ring, then tapping the nail gun on his chest. "Hearing you and Fia...being all lovey dovey....truly made me sick."

Solynx - Yesterday at 2:56 PM Ring winced away from the brander, but his face was already against the wall. There wasn't anywhere for his face to go, though. He took a hissing breath as it burned at the edges of his skin, causing it to turn red and welt. It didn't hurt as bad as the knots in his stomach, though.

Part way through Joseph's speech, though, Ring glared and cut him off. "And what would you fucking know about what we've been through or our lives?! We fall in love with others. We have flings. So fucking what?! We still love each other, and the only thing we have is each other! We've been like this for billions of lives, Joseph. You're not going to convince me we're anything but meant for each other when I have literal eons of memories telling me we are."

He then suddenly cut himself off and gritted his teeth. Joseph didn't need to know about him and his husband, or the intricacies of their relationship. He didn't care. He was just looking for things to bother Ring with. And sure, Ring had his doubts and thoughts, but at the end of the day, they truly were in love with each other. He reminded himself that, then went to look at Joseph. He was going off about... something. Ring's actions while taking care of him. He'd messed up pretty badly with that. He knew that. He accepted it and forgave himself and was trying to right things. Joseph was the one being resistant.

"And why is that my problem?" He asked at the mention of him and Fia. His eyes fluttered down to the nail gun. He didn't like that. "I didn't try to make you alone, Joseph. I had people over constantly because I knew it'd be bad if you were alone. The only person I hesitated on was Flint, and that was really only until you promised me you'd want to go back to God. Everything I've done has been to help you."

Visa - Yesterday at 3:09 PM "Really?" the nail gently prodded at Ring's chest, eyes seeming to cloud over as he then moved up, shuffling over to straddle Ring's legs. Though as soon as he was over them, he put his weight on them. "Sure, you had plenty of people over! And I surly enjoyed it...but Ring, what difference does it make to  a man that loved to see the smiles of those he loved?" For a moment, his eyes softened, the nail gun being set back in its place. He grabbed an open mouth gag, gently putting it on Ring's neck to hang around loosely. "I couldn't even see my own brother, who you so lovingly put in a mental ward...though honestly, maybe he should've stayed there, hm?"

He grabbed Ring's face, staring blankly into his eyes. "the only time i truly felt something was when you gave me back my sight....made me feel needed....I didn't care that you only wanted sex or just someone to be a reassuring shoulder to cry on....I wanted to be close to you." He pressed a kiss against Ring's forehead, then grabbing a knife that he had close by. "But after everything...after you so cruelly rejected the gift I had for you....suddenly I'm not so sure about how I feel about you anymore."

Solynx - Yesterday at 3:26 PM The one thing that had been reassuring Ring about this whole situation was that he was still free. He could still bolt if things ever got too intense. It would be hard, but he wasn't restrained. So Joseph sat on his lap, pinning him where he was, and his eyes grew wide. "Joseph, don't--" he started to say, but cut himself off with a flinch when Joseph moved. It was just putting the nail gun away and grabbing what looked like a gag. Ring tried to shrink and squirm away from it, but he couldn't get far. He was seized and the gag put on. For now, it hung around his neck, but it didn't feel good to have it there.

He went quiet, his head hanging low while Joseph talked. He didn't mean to put Ryder in a mental ward. He had been angry and saying stupid things he didn't mean. He took it all back a mere hour later. Never could he have imagined that Ryder would try and kill himself, though he found it naive he didn't consider it. He chewed on his lip. For once, the sight of a knife didn't excite him.

"Joseph," he whispered after a moment, "I'm sorry. For what I did to you and how I made you feel. You're right, I should've healed you as soon as I could, not waited a week for me to start feeling bad. I was greedy and selfish and mean to you, and it's hurt you badly. But I'm trying to make up for what I did. Even if I'm rejecting your gift, I still care about you. I want to see you happy and able to live a normal life. And..." He broke off with a sigh. He was rambling out of fear. "I do want you around. The gesture was nice! Just, you're only doing it because you're suffering. And it hurts to see you like this."

Visa - Yesterday at 3:38 PM The light in Joseph's eyes seemed to return, and for a moment, the priest looked....peaceful. The fear in the other's eyes was truly charming though. The priest licked his lips, leaning down to claim the other's lips before putting the mouth gag on Ring. "It shouldn't." he said simply, then setting the knife on Ring's tongue. The tip pricked at Ring's tongue, and Joseph fought the urge to just run that knife down. After all, God wouldn't let him die, right? "You shouldn't feel a damn thing for someone like me. Your sweet lies are just...so addicting, you know? How badly I want to listen to them." he stated, letting the knife ease in farther, easing it in and out.

"you know, i want to feel guilty for scaring you like this...I truly do..." he sighed, letting his free hand grab the nail gun again. "But then I remember Michael....remember those lies he told me as well...how he loved me...how he would protect me. How he would make me feel...safe..." He frowned, letting the knife ease out and looking at it thoughtfully. "....you know I know you said you love knives, but you don't seem very excited! Would it be better if I just use this on myself instead?" A sly grin as he stared at Ring. "After all, God won't let me die....why not make things interesting, huh?"

Solynx - Yesterday at 3:47 PM The mouth gag went on, and horror settled in Ring's mind instead of words. He tried to say a thing or two at first, but with nothing coherent. He fell silent. Joseph called him out on his lies, too. He hadn't meant much of what he said. He did feel bad and wanted to see Joseph not so crazy, but above all else, he wanted to be out of here and far away from him. He'd suggested it to Gabriel, but now Ring was sure - Joseph was far, far beyond saving. Michael's corruption and Ring's misuse had tainted him too much.

While the knife teasing his mouth would normally excite him, this wasn't a situation where he was feeling too sexual. His tongue flattened and tried to slink away from the blade, but there wasn't anywhere to go. His squirming caused his tongue to slide against the knife and cut open. He whimpered at the pain. Blood began to leak into his mouth moments after.

He didn't answer Joseph. He couldn't and didn't want to. He just kept his head slightly hung and his tongue curled up in pain. He'd seen Joseph grab the nail gun, and like before, his wings folded in. He didn't want to be impaled. Joseph was talking about harming himself, though. That was good. That was a distraction. Maybe he could get a moment to bolt if he hurt himself too badly.

Visa - Yesterday at 3:57 PM Joseph frowned, tsking a bit and setting the knife to the side and grabbing the other's hair, pulling it up and taking the mouth gag off. He squished Ring's cheeks a bit, staring at him a bit, before pulling away entirely. "You don't really care. The look on your face proves that. You only cared for me because you thought of yourself...thought of your own sadness and terror being alive for so long." He frowned, staring at his hands again. "Don't you know it's bad to imprint on people? To sympathize with someone that is going through what you are? Because you never know who you're fucking with."

He squeezed his fists together tight, then letting them fall to his sides. "God doesn't care, Ring. Not yours, not mine....they don't care if we suffer. I learned that the day I saved Mary." He sighed, then glancing at the cattle brander again. "....when she was torn out of her mother, I knew right then and there that humanity wasn't worth saving. Wasn't worth anything....sure, I listened to Michael, became a priest. But that was merely for curiosity sake. Even with the words I speak to the people....I know that there's nothing we can do to be forgiven...."

Solynx - Yesterday at 5:05 PM The mouth gag came off moments after. Ring probably wasn't making it entertaining enough to keep on. Even still with it off, he didn't speak. He just let his mouth close. Joseph was right in everything he was saying - that Ring cared so much because he didn't want anyone else to suffer what he had. That wasn't a bad thing, though. It was truly something terrible to bear, and Joseph hadn't even committed a slight against the gods. Ring deserved it, he'd tampered with time. His husband deserved it, he stole knowledge from the gods. But Joseph was lead astray and just going insane.

He glanced up when Joseph carried on, now talking about religion. Ring chewed on the thought for a moment, then said, "The gods do care. Maybe your's is a dick, but I've seen mine, and talked to them, and studied them. They love us and want us to be happy. Even the cruelest of gods watch over us. They don't care what we do, as long as it's our best life."

Visa - Yesterday at 5:16 PM "Is that supposed to make me feel better?" He said coldly, looking at Ring again. His stature kept changing, from a confident and rather cocky individual, to a now tired looking and sad one. "You know as well as I do that even if I go back to having god in my life, nothing will save me. I've already sinned....a lot....capturing my brother....thinking of killing Mary....being with you..." He trailed off, then grimacing as he walked over to Ring and lifting his head to look at him. "You....I trusted you. I loved you, but you where planning to abandon me, weren't you? You where going to leave and tell everyone to be wary of me." he gripped his hair.

"You said things would be fine. Said that we'd all be happy...so why...why don't I feel that!? Even before kidnapping Ryder I felt that..."

Solynx - Yesterday at 5:32 PM "Joseph... no. I was never going to abandon you." Despite the grip on Ring's hair making him wince, he gave Joseph a steady look in the eyes. "I was just panicking because of what we did. I feel bad for it. You're so in love with me... I don't want to take advantage of that." That much, at least, was true. He didn't want Joseph to become a guilty pleasure for him. This is a man's life. It didn't matter if they wouldn't remember it in the next one - he had no right to take advantage of people. If anything, his husband always wanted him to remember that. Normal people had every right to be happy as he did.

"You can be happy and fine. Even if God won't take you, you can still live a life. Screw Heaven. But you're broken right now, Joe. You're hurting people you love. That's gonna make you feel like shit." Slowly, Ring took his hands and began to try and push himself up to standing, saying carefully, "It doesn't have to be like this. You can let me go and let me leave."

Visa - Yesterday at 6:12 PM Joseph looked almost convinced by Ring, eyes filling with tears as he bit his lip. Though, hearing his pleading for leaving, he closed his eyes, shaking his head like he was shaking off a though. He suddenly reeled his hand back, punching Ring square in the stomach. He stepped back, then looking at the tools he had before his eyes landed on the necklace Ring had. ".....you said you needed to protect these, right?" he stated, then putting them in his pocket. "You're going to have to try harder than that to get these back and leave....I swear, you almost had me."

His hands landed on a hammer, as he walked over to Ring again and gripped the hammer. "No matter what....no matter what, you still want to leave. I know the moment you leave, that you're going to say something bad to the others. And I can't have that." He lifted the others chin with the hammer. "I used to adore you, honestly. But now that I'm more aware of your lies.....I just want to beat that pretty little face in."

Solynx - Yesterday at 6:24 PM The punch to his stomach made Ring choke and stumble back down onto the ground. He already felt sick with worry, and now pain was added on top of that. Joseph had looked so convinced, too. For all the man was doing, he seemed to just want an explanation and some guidance. He was lost and confused and hurt. Or maybe Ring was still seeing himself, and he wanted someone to relate to.

He looked up when Joseph spoke again, just in time to watch the magical necklace be shoved into Joseph's pocket. He grimaced. It was really looking like he would have to knock out and actually abandon Joseph if he wanted to get out of this. He was still catching himself and thinking of what he could do when Joseph forced his head up. Ring stared back with nothing but fear.

"I'm not going to say anything," he croaked. "I promise. You know where I live, you know my secrets, you could ruin me if I spoke up. And I'm not lying... I really do love-- Ah--" He shrunk further away. "C-care about you. I care about you a lot."

Visa - Yesterday at 6:31 PM That slip....for a moment, the lost look reappeared on his face, the soft expression forming on his face as he walked over. He set the necklace high on the counter now, and knelt again, taking Ring's face in his hands. "Love. I want you to say it. I want you to say you love me." he stated, thumbs gently massaging Ring's lips. He wanted to hear it...so bad. That he was loved....something that made him truly feel.....like himself. "If you want to leave, I want you to say that. I love you Joseph." his eyes grew dark again, as he took a hand off Ring's face to grab the hammer by his side. "Even if its with my cock rammed down that mouth of yours. I want to hear it." he truly looked crazed now, staring down at Ring expectantly.

"Because I love you. And I want to hear that you love me. I don't care if you're with so many people...just tell me you love me!"

Solynx - Yesterday at 7:24 PM Ring slid further down the wall as Joseph's cold demeanour broke and he was grabbed. "No-- no, I didn't mean to say that. I'm not supposed to..." He grew quiet when Joseph started to rub his face. He was taking the bait. Ring's heart pounded in his chest as he listened to Joseph's request. This was a dangerous game he was playing. He did feel bad about tricking him like this, but more urgently, he wanted out of here. He wanted to run away. He was willing to do anything to get Joseph to soften and slip his guard, even if it meant messing with his heart.

"Joe, I-I can't. I'm not supposed to. Gabriel said we can't be together." His words were soft and breathless, laced with pain. He couldn't look Joseph in the eye as guilt rolled over his posture. "And Fia, I can't hurt her. She's so depressed, and... And you are too..." He bit his lip. Joseph was inevitably getting impatient. "And-- and I do. I love you, Joseph." His body shuddered as tears started to sprout in his eyes. "I love you so much... I didn't fix your eyes at first because I didn't want you to leave... And I love you, and I wanted to pretend like we could be together." He took in a shaking breath and started to cry. "But then Fia fucking trapped me and forced me to date her. I tried to say no and she wouldn't let me. And now I'm stuck with that and not you and I love you, Joseph."

Visa - Yesterday at 7:37 PM The priests eyes softened more, a gentle kiss placing itself on the other's forehead and cheeks. "Shhh....there there.....Fia is lost...just like me..." He muttered, then claiming Ring's lips for a moment before pulling away. He looked a lot calmer now, yet that calmness was still laced with insanity. The smile on his lips looked just....cracked. Like it wasn't real. "I love you so much, Ring...so so much." he laughed, hands reaching up to clench around Ring's neck. "So so much...that I want to claim you. I want you to be mine....and no one else's." He stated, taking the leash off the wall and shoving Ring to the ground while still clenching onto his neck. He wasn't choking him per say, but was putting enough pressure to get the other to struggle.

"sometimes I don't know what to do with the things I love....it's become...so confusing, you know?" He stared blankly at Ring, now sitting on Ring's legs as the pressure started to build. "I wasn't going to kill Ryder...far from that. I love Ryder...he's my cute little brother after all...."

Solynx - Yesterday at 7:49 PM Ring had leaned into the kiss with desperation, only for Joseph to pull back as soon as he started it. Ring was left leaning forward with his eyes flicking over Joseph's face. It was hard to read what Joseph was going to do. He didn't seem to know himself. Ring started to raise a hand to grasp Joseph's arm, but it dropped and came to his own neck as he was seized. He could still breathe, but in an instant, Joseph could clench down and start making him choke. He didn't want to go unconscious. He didn't want to imagine what Joseph would do to him while he was out.

He didn't resist the shove onto the ground. The concrete hurt on impact with his skull and he let out a soft grunt of pain, but didn't let his focus leave Joseph. He had to figure out what Joseph was going to do. He could start hitting and hurting him at any moment, deciding he had enough of Ring's words. But thankfully, he seemed to just keep wanting to talk for now.

Bringing up Ryder made him pause and think back to himself. The look in Joseph's eyes when he talked about Ryder was uncomfortably familiar. "Are you... attracted to Ryder? Not that I can judge," he said, judging. "I was the same with my brother. I couldn't help myself around him. He was too cute and emotional..."

Visa - Yesterday at 8:01 PM Joseph's emotionless gaze didn't break, but he did look away from Ring's gaze on him. The pressure he had on his neck ceased a bit, but Joseph's knee pressed hard against Ring's thigh before he grabbed the cattle brander. "How would this feel on your tongue, I wonder." he stated, not answering Ring's question as his thumb pressed against his throat. "How dare you think I would think that way about him? He's nothing but a trouble maker....I merely want to see him pure again. Like when he was younger."

Though the pause in his stature and unsure nature was fairly obvious, indicating that he was lying. Yes it was true, Ryder was something of a taboo thought of his. How innocent he was before that bitch corrupted him. "I want him to be....I want him to listen to me again...like he used to do."

Solynx - Yesterday at 8:10 PM Ring's mouth clamped shut when Joseph grabbed the brander and he struggled a bit, but couldn't move far with how he was being held down. It just hurt to try and move. More tears sprung up in his eyes, but genuine ones this time. He didn't want that thing in his mouth. He didn't want to be here. His magic was taken from him and Joseph had a plethora of weapons while the most Ring had were his claws. He couldn't even fly well with his wings still injured.

"I'm sorry," he finally whimpered. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I just thought-- You know, maybe it was something we had in common. I didn't mean to accuse you of anything." Despite the pain that came with it, he tried to move again, trying to get away from the cattle poker. Joseph's knee was only digging harder into him. "I won't say anything else."

Visa - Yesterday at 8:18 PM "Oh you will, trust me." he stated, chuckling as Ring tried to squirm away. "Open your mouth. I know you said you always like sucking dick, right? Think of this like a hot dick then." he hummed, putting the cattle brander closer to his lips. "Open your fucking mouth." he demanded, letting go of his hold on Ring and putting another knee on Ring's other thigh as he reached for the nail gun again. He let the nail run down Ring's body, then stop directly above his dick as he still pointed the cattle brander at his mouth.

"Which one? Your choice, Ring."

Solynx - Yesterday at 8:25 PM Once again, Ring had shut his mouth, intended to just listen to whatever Joseph had to say about his obsession with Ryder. Instead, he found the cattle brander put close to his mouth. He could feel the heat radiating off of it, making the burn on his cheek hurt even more. His lip quivered at Joseph's demand to open his mouth. He did not want that in his mouth. He certainly didn't want to suck on it. His jaw clenched tighter shut.

Then the nail gun was brought down his chest and to his groin. He let out another whimper. He didn't want that, either. It'd probably hurt less, but if he went with the nail gun, he'd scream and Joseph would just put the poker in his mouth anyway. He looked into Joseph's eyes, trying to make sense of what he saw through his tears. He couldn't stop shaking. His blood was racing through him, his heart hurting from the anxiety. Slowly, reluctantly, he released his jaw and parted his lips so the poker could be shoved in.

Visa - Yesterday at 8:32 PM "Good boy." He chuckled, sliding the hot poker in the others mouth as he started moving it up and down. The priest looked like he was enjoying it himself, seeing Ring's tearful gaze up at him. He could see the inside of Ring's mouth, the red hot iron lighting up the inside of Ring's mouth. "Good boy....good boy...." he seemed to be saying this more to empty air than anything, getting more excited as he started thrusting the brander more fervently.

Joseph's eyes seemed to light up with malice as he then moved the cattle brander out of Ring's mouth, lifting him up by the throat and pinning him to the barn doors. "Do you know how badly I want to fuck you, right now? Huh?" he hummed, letting his nail gun then brush against Ring's wings.

Solynx - Yesterday at 8:55 PM The poker touched Ring's mouth, and he gagged and tried to jerk away. The burn was immediate and painful. The rest of his mouth was heating up from the warmth that radiated off of the poker. That one small touch hurt, yet Joseph shoved it deeper into his mouth and against his tongue. A scream ripped out of his throat and he thrashed from it. He couldn't even pretend to entertain the idea of sucking it off. His mouth was being set aflame. Blood and char overwhelmed what was left of his taste buds, and his eyes squeezed shut as he choked and cried harder. He thought it might cool after a minute, but it didn't. It just kept burning and tearing him apart. He only screamed louder as Joseph thrusted it through him, searing every bit of his mouth. What saliva he had drooled out from the side of his mouth as his body tried to fight the brander, but it was to no avail. His vision grew spots from pain.

Then, it stopped. His mouth was still in hideous pain, but the poker was pulled out. Layers of flesh from the inside of his mouth and his lips clung to it. He didn't notice. He was still crying and screaming out of agony. He hadn't imagined his comment would've pissed Joseph off this bad. He was trying to relate to him and get him to calm down. He definitely wasn't talking now, though.

It was all too easy to grab him and shove him against the barn wall. He was shaking and weak from the brander. He was having a hard time seeing. He didn't have it in him to resist much. Yet, when Joseph spoke, Ring furiously shook his head. "Dohn! Pleah...!" he cried out as best as he could through his ruined mouth. His words were airy and unclear. "Ah sah-eh!" He hiccuped for a breath and tried to push Joseph away, his wings tucking behind him quickly. "Dohn!"

Visa - Yesterday at 9:06 PM Joseph growled, undoing Ring's pants and shoving them down, running the nail gun slowly up the others thigh. "Aw~ stop? Don't? C'mon now, Ring!" He chuckled,  then biting down hard on Ring's shoulder. The man still held Ring by the throat, unbuttoning his own pants before sighing in annoyance. "Just a sec." He stated, then forcing Ring's wing and hand up. Without a thought, he nailed them both on the barn door, kissing his cheek before roughly  shoving himself inside Ring.

Solynx - Yesterday at 9:25 PM Ring continued to beg incoherently as Joseph started to grab at his pants. He even tried to reach a hand down and smack him away, but he didn't have the strength to. His claws grazed Joseph's skin and his hand slapped uselessly. When his underwear came down though, he truly started to panic.

"No-- No!" he screamed. He couldn't cast spells with his mouth ruined, but he wasn't going to roll over. Even with a hand around his throat, Ring lashed out, trying to knee and kick at Joseph. Adrenaline powered him up and gave him a strange moment of clarity. He didn't want this. He raised his free hand and jabbed his claws forward, trying to puncture Joseph and get him off. They tore into the side of Joseph's face and into his right eye, and Ring ripped down, shredding skin and the eye open.

For his efforts, Joseph had grabbed his hand and one of his wings and slammed them against the barn door. Ring didn't stop screaming. His throat would go raw if he didn't, but he couldn't care less. A nail jammed through his hand and wing and blood welled up around the edges of the wound. Ring only screamed louder. The pain of it shot through his bones and right into his brain. Screw his throat, then. Ring tried lashing out with his other hand, once again getting Joseph in the face but this time missing the eye. As he did, he screeched out another, "No!"

It meant nothing. Joseph was still able to grab him and spread his legs. He was still able to push into Ring, tearing up his ass and causing his body to shake with his howl of pain. It hurt somehow worse than everything else, and he choked on his own blood and spit and fear.

Visa - Yesterday at 10:52 PM Joseph grimaced at the wound his eye and face had gotten, groaning at how tight Ring was. God, this felt good....even with Ring screaming in pain as he started to move. His hand tightened on Ring's throat as he pounded into the screaming man, panting harshly as his body started to ignore the pain on his eye and focused on his pleasure. He bit into Ring, feeling his stomach burn as he started to roughly jerk off the other man.

"Ring....Ring...god I fucking love you...!" He moaned, only able to let one eye settle on the crying man.

Solynx - Yesterday at 11:20 PM The hand that grasped Ring's throat managed to silence his screams as it crushed him. He grabbed at it as he wheezed for air, trying to pull it off. Just enough to breathe. He didn't want to die. He didn't want to be here. His legs flailed uselessly, trying to kick Joseph off. Joseph fucked him harder in response, ripping him open more and drawing further blood. His legs went still from the pain and force of it all. Ring was tensed from fear and agony, but the blood slicked Joseph's cock the more he went and made it easier to violate him.

Ring managed to finally wedge a finger between his throat and Joseph's hand, giving him just enough space to suck in a deep breath. He didn't scream again, though. He just cried from his chest. Tears and blood wouldn't stop dripping from his face and making a mess on Joseph.

He whispered something between his wailing. It was hard to speak when all he wanted to do was curl up and bawl. He took in another unsteady breath, and sobbed out, "Why? Why? Sah-hah!" He sputtered on his next breath as Ring was continually rammed against the wall, one particular one making him hit his head. The finger he had letting him breathe jerked and sliced into his neck. Blood soon began to drool out of the cut. He went back to crying and nonsensical begging for Joseph to stop.

It hurt. It hurt so bad. His mind was spinning and it was getting harder to fight Joseph. He could barely keep himself from sliding down, mostly anchored by his pinned wing and hand. The more he was fucked, the more he went limp as his body and mind were shredded. He almost even fell quiet of his words, until Joseph grabbed at Ring's cock and began to pleasure him. Ring was ignited with new life and tried moving his foot to kick Joseph away, but the most he did was loosely rub his foot against Joseph's leg. He didn't want this. He didn't like this. He felt disgusted and betrayed and his cock hardened under the incessant stroking anyway. Ring felt that, and his body heaved and vomited over Joseph's shoulder.

Visa - Yesterday at 11:38 PM Joseph let out a rather evil cackle, patting the male as he threw up over his shoulder. "Can't handle it, huh?" He panted, grabbing the cattle brander and ramming it down on Ring's leg, licking his lips a the meat on the leg seemed to melt away . Keeping it there for a bit, he let a hole sear into the other man , pulling it away to reveal a rather nasty looking hole. He was close, real fucking close. Pinning the other against the barn door again, he forced a kiss, running his tongue over Ring's teeth as he felt his orgasm burn. He wanted to claim him, and the way to do that was to cum in him. At least that's what he wanted to do, until everything faded to black.

Ryder had been waiting for Ring for a while now, still shaking as he sat in his car. Something was wrong, this was too long. Too long to wait for Ring to come back out. Grimacing, he got out of his car, having to get past the dog that had insisted he stay. Hearing Ring's screams of pain, his eyes widened, running over to the barn and seeing....oh god. The sight of Ring being violated by his brother was enough to shock the young man into freezing, but not long as he quietly made his way to the other side of the barn to come in. Ryder had grabbed a bat, using the other door to come in. He raised the bat, then swinging it over Joseph's head. The man tumbled back, staring at Ryder in shock before falling to the ground. Ryder in his fit of rage and tears proceeded to bash the man's skull in, shivering after the fact and dropping the bat. He looked at Ring, eyes wide as he rushed to grab some nail removers from the tools. "H-Hold on, Ring! I gotcha!"

Solynx - Today at 12:05 AM Vomiting was the final straw for Ring. His head fell onto Joseph's shoulder and he stopped resisting. This is what was happening. He was being pinned against a wall by Joseph and raped. Joseph was truly well and crazy, completely unsalvageable, and he'd decided to take it out on Ring. He was now Michael, but this time, there was no angel to save him. It was just his fate until he ended up dying by Joseph's supposedly loving hands. The way he went limp probably seemed like acceptance or enjoyment to Joseph, though anyone else would see a broken and beaten man.

He stopped begging and pleading, the only sounds out of him now being his weeping. The brander was grabbed and stabbed into him. It hurt and he screamed again, but he didn't thrash. He jerked a bit, but didn't do anything further. It melted away his skin and dug in deep. The heat and pain spread through his thigh, but soon became noise in the torrent of other trauma. His head was rolled back suddenly and he was forced to look into Joseph's eyes. They were filled with lust and dominance. Ring sniveled in response and sat there as Joseph pressed their lips together. Ring couldn't kiss back if he wanted. He was tired and every part of his face hurt from contorting. He just let it happen and waited for Joseph to cum.

Instead, everything stopped. Joseph suddenly fell back and stopped holding Ring. Ring fell to the ground on his knees. The webbing of his wings ripped open from the strain of the nail and snapped away, leaving just his hand pinned. His wing drooped around him. Blood gushed out onto him and the floor. He barely even noticed. All he did was sink further, letting his arm stretch as it tried to support his entire weight.

He looked up a bit, wondering if Joseph was about to take his mouth. Joseph's brains were on the ground. That was weird. He let his head roll back. He couldn't support it well. But the angle change allowed him to notice Ryder running around. He'd told Ryder to run. The man was a fool for staying around - he could've been caught again. Still, he was here, so Ring raised his free hand and slapped it in the direction of the workbench.

"Neh-leh," he slurred out. "Hewahs..." He made a grabbing hand motion. He needed that necklace. If he wanted to live, he needed its power. He just hoped Ryder would notice the out of place item.

Visa - Today at 12:18 AM Ryder blinked then noticed where the other was grabbing near. The necklace. He remembered that always stayed with Ring. "Necklace." he stated, nodding then running to grab it. Carefully, he put it in Ring's free hand, meanwhile pulling the nail out of Ring's hand. He grimaced at the sight of the other, then grabbing his own jacket and putting it around the other's shoulders. "It's gonna be ok..." he muttered, noting Joseph's corpse starting to reform. Grimacing, he gently scooped up Ring, his own side hurting from the kicks that Joseph had given him. He ignored them though, grabbing the keys to Ring's car and turning it on.

He felt horrible, driving out of their childhood home and driving.....anywhere really. He didn't know where to go and honestly, he was so scared. But Ring was the most important person to deal with right now. Letting out a shaky breath, he grabbed his phone, calling someone and waiting. "Come on, Angela....don't be a bitch right now..." he muttered, cursing and rummaging in his own pocket for a wallet.

Solynx - Today at 12:41 AM Ring took the necklace in his hand and pulled it close to his chest. He would have sighed in relief if he wasn't still wheezing and crying from everything that happened. The thought of them being anywhere but with him was terrifying. He at least knew the power and importance they had and could respect it. More than one person came to mind who would love to abuse it, though. With a shaking hand, he put it back around his neck. It felt safe there.

He looked up at Joseph whose cracked skull was starting to reform. Ryder pulled the nail out of Ring's other hand, and Ring slumped forward. He landed next to Joseph. He reached a hand out and slapped it onto Joseph's thigh. The blue stone on the necklace glowed for a few moments, then stopped. Ring didn't have enough energy for high magic. But still, he wanted to give Joseph a parting gift - a sample of Ring's eternal life, 1% of his collective of memories. Joseph would awaken to 63,905,271 lifetimes in his head, all plucked at random from Ring's mind. He could have fun with a taste of forever. Maybe he'd start changing his mind. Or have an identity crisis, since all of those were of Ring's life and would drown out Joseph's self.

He dragged his hand away and let himself rest on the ground. He couldn't and didn't want to move much. He didn't fight Ryder when he was picked up, but he was no better than 155 lbs of dead weight. As he was brought to his car, he mumbled out, "Home... Fia," in a breathy voice. He just wanted to lay in his bed in her arms. He didn't want to go to a hospital. He didn't want to talk. He didn't want people fussing over him. He wanted to lay still and be comfortable and safe.

He was put in the back seat of his car, and would have frowned if he could've. He didn't want to bleed all over his car. It was annoying to clean out of cloth. That's why he didn't carpet his basement at all. At the very least, the blood loss made it impossible to hold a boner. His pants were still at his knees, but he didn't have to carry that particular shame anymore. He stared at the backs of the front seats while Ryder did something. It was hard to make out what. He was still crying and making a lot of noise. His own screaming echoed in his head.

Visa - Today at 12:50 AM Ryder nodded, then moving his hand to grab his phone again. "What's her number?" He asked, finding his wallet and searching through to find some money. Thank god at least he didn't take any of the photos in here. As he waited for a response, he started driving over to the house, putting his wallet in his mouth and grabbing what looked like a rosary and putting it over Ring's neck when a stop was made. "I know you don't want to see anything pertaining to god right now, but trust me, that'll help you." he muttered, not looking directly at Ring as he continued to drive.

Though a certain thing would tickle Ring's nose a bit, followed by a gentle hand on his head. "You look worse for wear. I'm sorry this happened to you." A voice came, smooth as silk. Gabriel was in the other seat, looking sympathetic as his eyes then drifted to Ryder. "He can't hear me. But I wanted to tell you this.....what Joseph did was an atrocity. Something that was worth sending him straight to hell for." The angel frowned, then plucking a feather out of his own wing. "I know its not much...but consider yourself under our protection until we get Michael and Joseph under control."

[1kook]

skirt chasers - drabble iii

this a skirt chasers drabble in case u couldn't tell uhhh here’s i and ii lol

summary; “I think the alcohol broke my amygdala. Your epidermis looks pretty today— did you use that toner I told you about?” warnings; alcohol mention, tit sucking, unprotected sex, use of the pull out method, uhh making out??? ratings; mature (18+) misc; educational abolitionist!jungkook, drunk jk, mentions of throwing up lol, jk is an anatomy frEAK, more skirts, more jk has questionable kinks wc; like barely 2k

notes; i wrote this in like 40 mins bc i couldn't stop thinking about STIMBO jk from skirt chasers and how cool he is enjoy xxxx also i barely rmr shit from anatomy bc it was the worst course of my life so pls bear with me

His first mistake is getting drinks with the boys. You like to think you know your boyfriend pretty well, know what he’s good at, where he excels, where he thrives, and well. Drinking doesn’t rank too high on the list.

Jimin calls a little past midnight. “Kook’s on the table,” he slurs into the phone, too loud and too sloppy for a Wednesday night phonecall.

“Ha?” you mumble back, rubbing your eyes until you see stars. The room is dark, practically spinning from how out of it you are. Chaeyoung is dead asleep in her room, so even whispering feels like a crime. “Where are you guys?”

Some bar on the south side of town, that strip where all the newly turned twenty-one year olds go to get wasted. Jungkook’s supposed to be studying for some big exam he has on Friday— at least, that’s what he told you —so it takes a few minutes of convincing on Jimin’s part until you’re shrugging your coat on, blindly navigating through your apartment for your keys and wallet. You briefly consider taking an Uber, but ultimately decide you’d rather get stabbed to death on a public bus so at least your family can sue the city afterwards.

Jungkook is indeed on the table, except the table has long since tipped over. So now he’s just sprawled across some dirty bar floor, puppy-soft head of curls spilling over his forehead. He’s so cute, so adorable. You want to kill him. “Up,” you command, channeling the strength of twelve football players to haul your beefy boyfriend off the ground.

“Baby,” he beams, looking at you but not actually looking at you. “I think the alcohol broke my amygdala. Your epidermis looks pretty today— did you use that toner I told you about?”

You don’t even know what that means, can’t even question him, because then Jin is angrily yelling at you to cover his tab. You pay with a stiff middle finger, flail the three dollars in your wallet at him, before sweeping away your poor damsel in distress. “You’re supposed to be studying,” you huff, can’t even be mad when he stops to throw up in a bush outside the bar. You’re so embarrassed, pretend you don’t know him as you pull up the bus times on your phone.

He’s huffy by the time you get on the bus, sniffling against your neck as he cries about his common hepatic portal vein thing— you don’t fucking know.

Chaeyoung isn’t too impressed with you when you bring him home, dump him on the couch while she steals your AirPods from your room. “Explain yourself,” you demand, and his head rolls back.

“I hate school,” he complains, slaps a hand down against his forehead. You’re certain he’s concussed himself this time. Then he’s bending over, head held between his hands. “Wanna cry.”

You sigh, kneeling in front of him. “You’re almost done,” you comfort him, hand on the back of his head. He’s so sweaty, and smells like all his friends colognes at the same time. “You’re smart, baby, you can do this.”

Your words have the opposite effect, because then he’s rocking forward childishly, nearly rams your skulls together and kills you. He’s reached the point of his insobriety where he’s too sad and huffy to think, sadly leaning against your shoulder as if that’ll somehow solve all his problems. You doubt it will, but there’s really nothing much you can when Jungkook reaches this point, so you settle on softly patting the back of his head until the fool is fucking snoring against you.

Chaeyoung blesses you with her divine retribution the next morning by using up the last of your body wash, and then you’re left to deal with a hungover Jungkook on a Thursday morning. You’re pretty sure he had a class that morning, but he wakes up too late for you to even try to convince him to still go, and then he’s moping on your couch in last night’s clothes. You’re getting ready for your internship, blouse half buttoned, pencil skirt wiggled up to your waist.

“Abolish exams,” he mutters, numbly staring at the ceiling as you wipe his face with a cleansing towelette. He doesn’t seem remotely interested in the shower or the pancakes you made, which lets you know this is a much more serious issue than just a drunken episode. “Aren’t they stupid?” You nod. “Sure, test me on every damn thing we’re learning right now as if science isn’t always changing and I’ll have to keep learning anyway.”

He looks over at you, under-eye bags absolutely horrendous. “Tests are stupid,” you agree, and it seems to be exactly what he wants to hear as he sinks into your arms, face buried in your chest. “Too stupid for smarty-pants Jeon Jungkook.”

Jungkook groans, flops over you on the couch all smelly and gross. “They test you for memorization and not comprehension,” he adds, finally wiggling out of his stinky clothes.

With Jungkook, you can never tell where things are going. One minute he’s cursing the education system and the next he’s kissing along your neck in his rambling fury. “As if I these materials will somehow become nonexistent once I’m working,” he huffs, hands on your thighs. Your breath hitches in your throat, fingers digging into his biceps as he mindlessly kisses down the valley between your breasts. “Shit’s so fucking stupid,” he spits, bunching your skirt around your waist.

“Jeon—“

“I’m just trying to be a fuckin’ pediatrician, for fuck’s sake,” he growls, hastily undoes the front buttons on your blouse. Your black bra comes into view, heart pounding in your chest as Jungkook makes quick work of reaching behind and undoing it, pushing it away, and cupping your breasts in his palms. He guides one of your legs around his waist, tucks it around him as he gets to work raining down kisses on your tits. “So pretty, doll,” he murmurs, pretty pink lips leaving smooches down your chest.

You bite down on your lip, watch through hazy eyes as those big doe eyes flick up at you, tongue swirling around your nipple. “N— Not tired anymore?” you pant, hands in his hair. It’s still dry and knotted from last night’s adventures, but you don’t mind. Not when Jungkook’s hard cock is flush against your thigh.

“Nah,” he confirms, rolling his hips forward against your core. Oh he was horny horny this morning. Or was he angry horny? You don’t care, either way you were winning. “I serenaded you last night, y’know?”

You snort, but it morphs into a whimper when he captures your rock hard nipple between his perfect teeth. “Not a serenade,” you whimper, fingernails running along his scalp, “if I’m not there.”

Jungkook leans back, lets you breathe for a second as he unbuckles the front of his pants, jeans pulled down around his thighs. And of course he’s hard as fuck by now; this was Jeon Jungkook you were dealing with. He could get it up and going in two seconds flat at the mere sight of your collarbones. “You were there,” he insists, capturing your hand in his all romantic like until you’re flustered and shaking him off. He levels you with a cheesy grin, presses your palm against his chest. “Here.”

You gag. “That’s disgusting.”

Jungkook laughs, all squeaky and airy because he’s never given a fuck about looking cool in front of you. His next words only prove your point. “Why? Don’t like being nestled against my left lung and esophagus, all sexy like?”

You roll your eyes, tug your panties aside to give him a full view of what his dorky anatomical talk has done to you. “Dick me down or go away,” you say, pointer finger nudging his chin up when he stares too long

He snaps his teeth at you, almost bites your finger, the fuckin’ weirdo. “Sassy today,” he teases, presses the tip of his cock against you. Both of you groan, watch as he glides himself up and down your folds, angry mushroom head pushing against your clit. “Always so wet for me,” he mumbles shakily, eyes zeroed in on your wet folds and how slick they feel against him. “Didn’t stretch you out again.”

“Yo— You’re mean about that anyway,” you pant, pulling him closer by those firm ass cheeks of his. “I can tell when you’re using me as a reference model.”

Jungkook gasps as if he’s genuinely scandalized by your claim, follows your wordless command and finally lines himself up with your quivering entrance. “I’m a hands-on learner,” he offers, his cheeky smile still on his face until he finally sinks into you and his features twist up all pretty. “Your pussy’s just so pretty, baby,” he grunts, hand on your hip.

Your face feels warm, from the pleasure that rolls over your body and the vulgarity of his words. “Shush now,” you say, try to sound strict and in command, but he’s got his other hand cupping your jaw, looking at you like you’re a goddess and not some dorky college student in their even dorkier internship uniform.

“Temptress,” he mumbles, pushes past your clenching lips until he’s flush against you, your walls spasming around his cock because he just feels so good. “Tried to sneak past me in that tiny skirt.” He draws back, lets his swollen head catch at the entrance before sliding back in, pace slow and sensual, too intimate for some random Thursday morning. “Little doll just needs to be fucked in the morning, doesn’t she?” A pitiful whimper catches in your throat, eyes rolling to the back of your head with every glide of his dick back inside of you.

“N- Not my fault you have naughty eyes,” you whimper, hand coming up to bite at your knuckles as Jungkook continues to fuck you so sweetly. “Fuck.”

Jungkook ducks over you, wavy hair tickling your forehead as his hot breath fans across you. Smells like the mouthwash you made him take and hints of last night’s alcohol. “Can’t help it,” he husks, capturing your lips in his. Sloppy and wet, tongue clashing with yours as he guides you along, hips slowing to rhythmic ruts that have you moaning after each roll.

A few drawn-out thrusts later and you’re coming, body so sensitive this early in the morning, and it certainly doesn’t help that Jungkook looks like that (sweaty and worn, dark eyes watching you writhe beneath him). Surprisingly, it takes him a few more rushed thrusts before he follows, barely managing to pull out in time before his sparkling cum is splattering over your tummy and the skirt bunched around it. “No,” you whine, melting into the couch. “Jeon, this is my only one,” you complain, rubbing a hand over your eyes as if that’ll somehow make your legs work again enough to push him off.

Jungkook says nothing as he tucks himself back into his boxers, chest heaving from exertion as he crashes back onto the couch. “Liar,” he responds after a moment, out of breath and half asleep again. He’s still technically hungover. Hand lazily drawing circles on your knee as you sit up, wiggling your skirt back down. He gives you this indecipherable look. “I hid the other one under your dresser.”

You smack his arm. “Why the hell would you—“

He tackles you back into the couch, presses the stain into your skirt. It must feel gross against his naked tummy, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to care. “Makes me too horny,” he announces, pout pressed against your neck. “I had a teacher fantasy the other day. Did I tell you?” You roll your eyes, resigning yourself to this new life squashed beneath your boyfriend. “You were my high school anatomy teacher and I failed, so you made me stay after school for supplemental lessons—“

“That’s an abuse of power,” you point out, back to carding your hands through his now sweaty and greasy hair. “And you would never fail an anatomy class, that’s literally your comfort area of study.”

“Listen,” he stresses, lifts his head until he’s peering at you with these humongous Bambi eyes. “You spanked me and—“

“Go get my skirt.”

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[ask-yanderemiku]

This is for the Anon mun thing, but I'm both amazed and a little jealous of how well/quickly you can answer asks, and I consider you to be a bit of an inspiration. Also, if you don't mind me asking, how much do you think having an askblog helps you improve? I've been on the fence about making one for awhile, I'm just not confident with my art yet lol. It looks fun. Anyways, sorry for the stupid long ask/combination of asks I suppose.

( oh no no it’s fine! thank you so much!!under the cut bc it might get a bit long–

I’m just..fast in general, I actually go with lineless over making actual lineart and coloring that, mostly because I don’t have to do proper/cleaned-up shapes, just a general shape and erase it till I get what I want -I have a quick tutorial I made for it a while back here!

If there’s any tip I can give you it’s… I don’t sketch. I draft everything in my head. I just figure out what I want and go for it, and I don’t bother with trying to perfect each small detail - esp if you want to try and go faster -also since I have my tablet on my right I set shortcuts for all my tools so I can quickly access them with my left hand so I don’t have to go clicking around Sai. I just type fast too lmao

and when I say fast I mean everybody turns and looks at me whenever I’m typing something

I guess memorizing the entire keyboard helps I can type with my eyes closed…..

also! if you’re planning on making an askblog, I’m suggesting (not telling you) to choose a muse you really like and will want to hold onto, so you don’t get tired of them easily haha…I love Miku and I would die for her so tbh I would draw her again and again and again without problem

it certainly can speed up things eventually, since you’re more or less drawing the same character over and over, and you’ll kind of absorb techniques and styles from other blogs too!

of course to improve further you’ll need to branch out your practices more, but if you’ve got the free time and willingness, an ask blog could of course help! I mean, I’ve definitely seen the improvement from when I reopened up the blog in January!

So, if you want to go for it, go ahead! Your art doesn’t matter, you’ll improve with time, and we’re always happy to have a new member in the ask blog community! unless of course you decide to cross Miku 

Just give it a bit of thought if you need, but I hope I helped a little !! )

#( it's actually almost wednesday over here now lol but oh well ) #ooc #munday asks #Anonymous

[stephspurs]

A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

hi guys and gals! Part 7 sees friendship strengthened, decisions being made and love ultimately hurting. As always, please enjoy the next part and let me know what you think is going to happen in part eight! I actually love hearing from you all so please don't be too shy to reach out and message me - I love a good chat LOL Love always, Steph xx

Part 7 | settima parte

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“bella amelia, cosa ho fatto per meritarmi questa telefonata?” (beautiful amelia, what did i do to deserve this phone call?) Jorginho spoke his second-native tongue down the line to the British girl, calling him way past her self-appointed bedtime of 9pm.

“Jorgi, ho bisogno del consiglio di un amico” (Jorgi, i need the advice of a friend). Amelia, almost desperately, pleaded down the line to the boy who became her therapist.

It had been a few days since Amelia & Jack’s facetime where they sat and listened to the countless offers the successful girl had waiting in her voice message inbox. Being the person that she is, Amelia needed to distract herself from obsessing over the messages so she threw herself into her job. Spending too many hours over her paid allocation at Juventus training ground, getting administrative work done for the season ahead.

Was this her way of nesting? Or empty-nesting? Was she subconsciously preparing the club and her boys for life without her? Getting them ready with a season's worth of set pieces and tactical plays that would secure them an outstanding 37th victory? On the flip side, was she preparing for her new role in England which she had yet to accept. There was no harm in her taking her intellectual property back over to the motherland. The two clubs did not compete in the same tournaments, perhaps only the Champions league - but who's to say that whatever club she does pick will make the Champions League? There was no doubt Juve would be there - all of her preparation would ensure they would be. Whoever took over her role simply just had to show up and keep the boys in line.

“ok tesoro, parlami.” (Ok darling, speak to me). The Italian settled onto his couch, espresso in hand, waiting to hear the younger girl's problem.

“So I've spoken with Kyle & Jack now, and have told them of my predicament. They both are very heavily favouring one side - but I need a voice of reason. If you happen to express the same sentiments that they both did, then maybe that's all of the reassurance I need to make this final decision.” Amelia switched back to her native tongue.

After spending the better part of an hour discussing in great depth the offers that she was receiving from the 5 english clubs, Amelia felt just as confused as she did before calling the Chelsea boy. No surprise that Jorgi was team Come to the Prem & Join Chelsea, but the italian midfield maestro had also brought her back down to earth from cloud nine and reminded her of what, or who, she was leaving behind.

“Now I don't like telling you what to do, but you need to discuss this with Fede, Amelia. He doesn’t deserve a lot of things, but this is something he does.”

So that's where Amelia found herself the next morning. Sunday’s in Italy were reserved for espresso and long walks in the sun. This particular Sunday must have been reflective of the internal turmoil she was facing, uncommon for the season, the sky above her was overcast and a light drizzle had started to set in on her walk to the charming Italian’s townhouse.

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“pensavo fosse un mito che gli inglesi portino con sé il tempo the” (i thought it was a myth that british people bring the weather with them) Fede said as he opened the door, and his arms, while looking down the two steps at me.

“Very funny” I said as I gave him a hug. He always was so good at hugs. I’m going to miss them. Snap out of it Amelia - you don’t even know if you’re going to go yet. Oh she knows she's going. She also knows what club she's going to. No she doesn't, you be quiet. I’m here rooting for her Italian romance. If I had an angel and devil on each shoulder, their conversation would speak my internal monologue as such.

Walking through to his kitchen, putting on a coffee and saying hello to his dogs, Fede stood in the doorway and watched me move around his kitchen as though it was my own.

“I’m convinced you got British bulldogs because you just can’t help but love the English” I cheekily smiled up at him from my crouched position in the middle of his kitchen, giving the two bullys the best head rubs.

“Sure, you keep thinking that Amelia” Oh, the way he says your name Amelia, so foreign, so romantic. He says it the same way any other Italian would say it, he’s nothing special. Be quiet, let them have their moment.

“Lets go and enjoy these out in the courtyard, is your sun shade still up? It should hold out the rain right?” Amelia spoke rushedly as she poured two espresso cups and walked towards his back door.

“Tesoro, why are you so unsteady today? Is something troubling you?” Fede spoke worriedly, noticing my little nervous habits coming out to play and speaking faster than my mind could comprehend. Better to just get this over with i think, for once we agree on something.

“Ok i need to tell you something, and i need you to let me get it all out before interrupting me. Can you do that? This is something i’ve been working up the courage to speak out loud, let alone speak it to you”

Fede took a sip of his espresso, holding my eye contact, before putting his cup back on its saucer and leaning forward, elbows on his knees. He thought he was ready for what i was about to say, expecting it to be yet another long winded speech as to why i want to put a label on our situationship. Oh boy, how wrong he was.

“After the success of the european tournament, i have received a lot of praise and recognition for my skills”

“And you deserve every bit of it amore, every bit and even more” Oh dear, could my heart hurt anymore?

“Fede, I asked you not to interrupt me…”

“Ok ok, sorry, continue”

“So, I have received a lot of recognition both here in Italy as well as from my home country of England. In saying that, I have received a few offers from clubs in the premier league that want me to bring my approach, the italian approach, to the english game. It's a real step up in my career and it's something I am seriously considering. I’ve spoken with some of the boys back home and also Jorgi, they all think that this is the next step for me. I’m far too comfortable here, I can't grow in my comfort zone. I think I'm ready for a new challenge.”

I held eye contact with the 27 year old, I wasn’t about to let him know just how vulnerable I was feeling here in front of him. Something Fede could always do was read me, and read my emotions. If he knew how exposed I felt, how easily I could be swayed over this decision, then he would make it his life's mission to do so. I had made my mind up that I was going, but there was also a part of me that decided if he was to give me what I was after I would be open to the possibility of staying.

“So it seems that you have asked for the opinion of everyone else in your life, and made your decision, before even considering mine.” He slumped back in his chair, and rubbed two fingers over his lips while looking off into the small courtyard garden.

“Fede, I have made my decision. But I wanted to talk to you about it, I owe that to you. You have made my time here so memorable, so fantastic, so filled with love that I wouldn't even consider not including you in this.”

“Is there anything I can do to make you stay? Do you want me to ask you to be my girlfriend? To tell you I love you? To move in with me? Let me know what you need from me to reconsider this decision” He began to get frustrated with me, pulling the cap off of his head and running his fingers through his hair.

“That’s exactly it Fede! I don’t want to ask you to do that, you should ask me to be your girlfriend on your own! I don't want you to tell me you love me if you think that's what I want to hear - I want you to feel like you love me! I don’t need anyone to tell me what I want to hear, what I want to hear is what you truly feel. And if there is something i have learnt about you in the last few years is that you can’t hold back your feelings with anything! If you were in love with me it would have burst from you a long time ago. I think that you do love me Fede, but as someone to come home to instead of no one at all.”

“You know Fede, i don’t have any regrets over this. You mean just as much to me now as you did the very first time we crossed that boundary and blurred the lines. You’re just my type, you only call me late at night, you can’t decide if you’ll be your own man or mine. I hate to say it, but you really are just my type. This decision has nothing to do with you, it’s something i have come to make all on my own.”

I had stood up now, looking down at the 27 year old. I needed him to understand exactly what I was saying, how serious I was. This was the moment I could get it all off my chest, instead of just letting the relationship play out on his terms.

“I leave on Friday, I let the club know this morning. There's nothing that can be done now Fede, this is my decision. Please respect it, and me”

He stood up, his almost 6’1” frame towering over me. Looking down, face of steel, I could see everything I needed behind his eyes.

“hai ragione ti amo Solo non nel modo in cui meriti di essere amato” (you're right, i do love you. Just not in the way you deserve to be loved). He pulled me into his chest, both arms wrapping around the back of my shoulders, left hand holding my head in the crook of his neck. My arms wrapped around his back from below his arms, holding him tight enough that they crossed over and I could grab the sides of his rib cage. This was the closure I needed.

“I’ll give Jorginho a call and make sure he looks out for you”

“How do you know what club I'm going to?”

“I saw the way your eyes sparkled when you mentioned its name, it was the same sparkle that used to come out when you said mine…”

Part 8. | parte otto

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[20moonchild21]

𝗦𝗲𝗵𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵𝘁 [𝗯𝘁𝘀]

⇉ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 9

[pairings]

JK x female!oc, Bunny!JK x human!female!oc, Jin x female!oc, Leopard!Jin x human!female!oc, Jimin x female!oc, white Tiger!Jimin x human!female!oc, Taehyung x female!oc, black Tiger!Taehyung x human!female!oc, JK x Jin x Jimin x Taehyung x female!oc

[warnings]

very grumpy Tae, threats, flashbacks of abusive past, mentions Hybrid auction, traumatized Jimin and Tae, trust issues, mentions of blood, mentions of eating disorder

[words]

4.0k

[author] ⇉ please, read!

Okay, I swear I absolutely love Tae, but he just fits in that grumpy role. I actually want to upload all the other chapters so badly all at once, but I can’t!!!! You and I have to be patient a little while longer!

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Sehnsucht is a German word (I am from Germany, lol), and it stands for „the inconsolable longing in the (human) heart for we know not what ; a yearning for a far, familiar, (non-) earthly land one can identify as one‘s (n.)“

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[chapter 8 ||| chapter 10]

“Okay, everyone needs to calm down.” She took a deep breath, as she closed her eyes.

“We are calm.” Jungkook piped in from beside her, as him and Jin and sat down next to her on the table. “You – You are the one who makes a scene.”

The girl chuckled nervously, before she opened her eyes to look at the boys. Jungkook had laid his head down on his hands, that were rested on the table. His ears hung loosely bedside his face, while his big, brown deer eyes were looking up at the girl, eyebrows cocking up. Jin beside him had wrapped both of his hands around the hot mug that was filled with coffee, while he cocked his eyebrows up as well.

“Oh my god. I am really making a scene?” She whined while her eyes moved away from both of her Hybrids over to the white tiger, who’s eyes were flickering between the girl and the other two boys.

When his eyes met the girl’s gaze properly, he stopped fiddling with his fingers. A heavy shed of red started spreading over his cheeks, before he quickly shook his head and dropped his eyes. After she had brought him and his brother breakfast, Jimin had carefully asked if he was allowed to leave his room. Taehyung on the other hand had refused to leave his bed. When she had offered Jimin to take a seat at the table, he had looked at her with wide eyes but not taken her offer. He rather stood next to the table, watching the scene in front of him.

“Why are you so nervous, Hope?” Jungkook had lifted his head and was now leaning it on his hands. “You are so smart.”

Hope chuckled at his innocence. She had told them roughly why it was so important to her that her term papers would be free of any mistakes, but she doubt that they had really understood the how much of her future depended on this.

“Thank you, Kookie.” She drover her finger through the thick hair at the back of his head. “But this is really important. If I made the smallest mistake, it might be that I can’t be a lawyer, which means that I can’t defend Hybrids in front of the Judge, you know?”

Jungkook just hummed, as he moved his head against her hand, getting himself a nice massage.

“What – What is a – a lawyer?” The girl moved her eyes away from the bunny.

Jimin was still fiddling with his sleeves, but he was now looking at the girl, his cheeks still covered in red.

“Do you know what a judge is, Jimin?” The girl asked the white tiger, as she kept driving her hand through Jungkook’s hair. Jimin thought for a moment, before he quickly nodded. “A lawyer is someone who tries to convince the judge, that the one who is accused should not be punished. I want to try to convince the judge, that human should be punished for hurting a Hybrid in any way. This is why this term papers are so important to me because if I made any mistakes, they won’t allow me to defend any Hybrids.”

“But she is the smartest girl in the world.” Jungkook had opened his eyes and was now looking sharply at Jimin, almost snapping at the tiger. “That’s why she is going to be a lawyer.”

Jimin, who seemed to be pretty intimidated by the bunnies words, wrapped his tail tightly around his left leg, before he nodded quickly. Hope nudged Jungkook’s arm slightly, gesturing for him to not sound so harsh.

“Don’t worry, Hope.” Jin put his mug back on the table. “You checked your terms several times. There is no chance you made any mistakes.”

The girl took a deep breath and nodded. Jin was right. She had read over the cases so many times, making sure that there was not a single detail left that would cause any problems. She had checked her terms for grammar mistakes or wrong spelled words. It must be bulletproof.

“You are right, Jin.” She whispered and placed her finger at the ‘send’ button. “I will send it out now.”

Jungkook grabbed the girl’s arm, before pulling it down and took her smaller hand in his, squeezing it slightly. She looked one last time towards the leopard, getting an encouraging nod from. With a last, deep breath, she bundled up all her effort and finally pressed her finger onto the mouse.

“You did it.” Jungkook whispered, before he stood up and wrapped his arms around the sitting girl.

“Are you a lawyer now?” Jimin piped in with a small voice.

“Not yet, Jimin.” She watched the tiger, as he carefully walked around the table to take a look at her laptop screen. “It needs time. The committee needs to read my whole term, then they need to check my arguments if they are true or not and then they will decide if I can be a lawyer or not.”

Jimin kept staring at the screen, his eyes flickering over the symbols and letters. Somehow, he reminded her of Jungkook, who would always have the same sparkle in his eyes when he learns something new.

She sighed, as she laid her head on Jungkook’s head, who had leaned his head against her shoulder. It seemed like Jin had accepted the fact that the tigers would be staying with them for a certain am out of time, but she also hoped that Jungkook and the both other Hybrids would get along the time they would be staying here.

She felt her heart tighten when she thought about the two tigers. Where would they go after Taehyung’s injuries were all good again? She didn’t even know what had happened to the two tigers. What if their owners were the same kind as Jin and Jungkook’s old owners? What if they were looking for them and punish them for running away. What if someone would caught them strolling around the streets without someone to look after them? They would immediately lock them away or even worse.

“You are spacing out again.” Jin’s chuckling voice was ripping her out of her thoughts. “What are you thinking about?”

“I – ehm – I” All the three Hybrids were looking at her now. “I was thinking about – ehm – Taehyung. I haven’t looked over his arm yet. Do you think he would allow me to change his bandage, Jimin?”

She felt a slight vibration going through her shoulder, as Jungkook growled at the black tiger’s name. Since Taehyung had showed off his fangs the previous, Jungkook had never left the girl’s side again, too scared that the tiger would hurt her.

Jimin meanwhile, had taken a small step back. He started fiddling with his fingers again, eyes flickering around the ground, before he slightly shook his head.

“I – I don’t think so. He was pretty angry this morning.” He whispered, not looking up. “I am sorry for him. He is scared and unsettled. He – he would never hurt someone on purpose. He –“

“He threatened us with his fangs.” Jungkook quickly interrupted him, pressing his eyes together. “Hope just wanted to help him.”

“I know.” Jimin’s sad eyes were looking up at Jungkook, ears flat against his head. “I will try to talk to him later. But I promise that he would have never hurt you.”

“Don’t worry, Jimin.” Hope tried to friendly smile at him. “It takes time to fully trust someone, but I understand. He will warm up eventually. But I need to change his bandage, or else the infection could get worse.”

To her surprise, Jimin’s mouth lifted up. He smiled happily, before he nodded quickly. He turned around and run down the hallways, entering his and Taehyung’s room. When he was gone, Jin stretched himself. It looked kind of funny, because he not only stretched his arms over his head, he also stretched his ears and tail way from him.

“I will cook something for lunch.” He announced, before he stood up and grabbed his mug.

“Since you started cooking for us I gained weight, you know?” The girl laughed, as she rubber her belly to support her statement.

Jin just shook his head and walked into the kitchen, starting to prepare lunch. The girl smiled at Jin’s eagerness to cook for the three, and now the five, of them. She could see the happiness in his eyes, when he set up he table or when her and Jungkook tell him how tasty his meals are. She was glad that thing with him had turned out in a good way.

“Jungkook.” She mumbled against the bunny’s hair. “Can you try to be nice to them. Jimin is trying really hard to be good. I think you scare him away sometimes.”

“Good, he better is.” Jungkook mumbled back, and she could clearly hear the amusement in his voice.

“Please, Kookie.” She tried again, nudging his arm slightly. “I don’t want them to feel not welcome here. Can you try for me, please?”

The bunny didn’t answer. He just kept his eyes closed, burring his face against her shoulder, mumbling something she couldn’t understand.

Just in that moment, the sound of an opening door rang through the apartment. Jimin came out of the room, pulling a crumply looking Taehyung behind him. Both tigers made their way down the hallway, before they stopped in front of the table, where Hope and Jungkook were still sitting. The girl smiled up at them, before she carefully pushed a protesting bunny from her shoulder and stood up.

“Jungkook, why don’t you and Jimin ask Jin if he needs help, while I change Taehyung’s bandage?” She asked nicely, before she grabbed the first aid kid from the cupboard on the wall.

Jungkook and Jimin looked at each other for a few seconds, before both nodded shyly. Jungkook started walking first, but not before he made a V-sign with his fingers, pointing at his eyes and then at Taehyung’s eyes. Jimin flashed Taehyung a look as well, before he trailed after Jungkook into the kitchen.

Taehyung didn’t hesitate, as he pulled himself a chair back and sunk down on it. He laid his injured arm onto the table, turning his head away from the girl, nose trails went wide. The girl sighed, but sat down next to him, gathering all the supplies she would need on the table. She didn’t tried to start a conversation, she just took off the used bandage and started cleaning up the scratch.

As the wet clothed touched his swollen and sensitive skin, the tiger hissed slightly. He slowly turned his head in her direction, opening his mouth so she could clearly see his fangs. It was just now that she actually was close enough to look at them properly.

From the thick root all the way down to the razor thin and sharp tip, the bright white the stood out from the red gums. They were definitely longer than his front teeth, maybe by one inch, which meant that he could easily cut through her skin.

“I am not scared of your fangs, Taehyung.” She simply stated, looking back down and not stopping to whip the cloth over his injury.

The black tiger didn’t response. Instead, he started laughing quietly and shaking his head. He leaned his elbow that was not injured on the table, before he put his head in his hand, still looking at the girl. He lifted his lips even more, showing her the whole length of his carves, while licking his lips over them.

“Is that so?” He laughed, making Hope looking up once again. When she was directly looking into his deep brown eyes, he started talking in a lower voice again. “Why are you lying to me? I can smell your fear. I can sense your heart beating in fear. I can see the fear in your eyes, little human.”

The way his breath was tickling her ear in combination with his very deep voice, were indeed making her heart beat faster. She gulped slightly and moved her eyes away from Tae’s eyes, looking over to the kitchen, but she couldn’t spot Jungkook or Jin….or even Jimin, who would gave her a safer feeling.

“What?” Taehyung had noticed her desperate attempt to look for help. “Do you want to call your little bunny for – ouch!”

He hissed sharply, as she whipped the wet cloth harder over the sensitive skin. He was right, his sharp fangs were somehow intimidating her, but she wouldn’t let him threaten her like this, and she would definitely not allow the tiger to talk about Jungkook as weak.

“I am really sorry.” She hissed back, throwing the clothe away and opening the tube with salve. “I am just trying to help you, Taehyung. But if you don’t like my help, my front door is always open. You can leave anytime you want to. I won’t force you to stay.”

Taehyung hissed again when she applied the salve without take much care. She didn’t want to hurt him at all, but his attitude was getting on her nerves. Taehyung closed his eye tightly, before he bit the inside of his cheek hard, a growl raising up his throat.

“Oh believe me, little girl, if it wasn’t for Jimin, I would leave immediately.” He opened his eyes, staring directly into hers, whispering in his deep, low voice again. “I am warning you, don’t push me too far. I am not scared of a leopard and a bunny, and I won’t hesitate to hurt them, if they try to harm my brother in any way.”

“So Jimin, how did you come to New York?” Jin put the noodles into the pot, before he closed the lid.

Jimin and Jungkook had asked the older boy if he needed some help, while Hope wrapped up Taehyung’s arm. He gladly told them to cut all the vegetables into small pieces, while he would prepare the sauce and noodles.

“I – ehm –“ He coughed, before he started talking again. “Me and my brother are Bengal Tigers. We are from Korea, but they took us to New York because of an auction.”

Jin didn’t miss the way his voice went quieter with each word. When he looked over his shoulder, he saw how his ears were flatly pressed against his black hair, while he had wrapped his tail around his leg. He know exactly how Jimin must feel. When he was younger, his old owner had bought him at an auction in Korea as well.

“What is an auction?” Jungkook laid his knife down and was now looking with wide eyes at the tiger and then at Jin.

It was the first time since the previous night that Jungkook actually tried to talk to Jimin. The bunny had told Jin the night before about his concerns. Jungkook was a nice guy. He never meant to be mean or offended to someone, but his fear about the Hope getting hurt, or that she would like someone more than him was too much for him to handle.

“Human organize auctions to illegally buy rare Hybrid breeds.” Jimin whispered, not looking up at the bunny. “They locked us in a cage, so that all the visitor can look at us. My brother wanted to protect me, as one of the visitor tried to inspect my tail, but the guards stopped him. They – they hurt him badly.”

Though Jin had never been at an auction, he could feel the pain that the younger tiger went through. He knew what it felt to be helpless if a person you love was hurt by a human. He shivered at those memories.

“The girl –“ Jimin started after a moment of silence. “Have you always been living with her?”

“No.” Jungkook had taken his knife again, cutting the cucumber furiously. “She found me first. A few weeks ago, she took me in. She gave me food and something to drink and a bed to sleep. Later, she bought Jin from our old owner and took him in as well. She didn’t even request something in return, she just gave us anything we could have ever asked for.”

As he spoke, his voice held a tone of bitterness. Though Jungkook had come far since he was taken in here, the past was still sitting in his bones. He didn’t want to admit it, but Jin sometimes noticed how he would wake up in the middle on the night, scared and confused. Jin wanted so desperately to help him, but he had no other choice than to be there for him as much as possible.

“Thank you for letting us stay with you.” Jimin suddenly said. He turned around and looked at Jin. “I know that you don’t like us here, especially if my brother behaves like this, but – but –“

“It’s okay, Jimin.” Jin stepped forward and laid a hand on the younger boy’s shoulder. “Just a few weeks ago, we were in the same situation as the both of you. We know what you are going through, and we were glad that Hope took us in without any conditions.”

The three boys kept preparing their lunch for another few minutes, still talking about their lives, when suddenly they head the loud noise of a door slamming, followed by a long silence. Jin was about to look what was going on, but Hope was already walking into the kitchen. She flashed the three boys a sad smile, before she washed her hands in the sink.

“What’s going on?” Jungkook’s eyes help panic, as he watch the blood falling down in the sink. “Did he hurt you? I swear if he –“

“No, it’s okay. His wound was bleeding pretty bad, but I wrapped it up so it should be okay.” She dried her hands and turned around. “But he is still pretty unhappy with everything.”

She leaned herself against the counter, wrapping her arms around her waist. Jin didn’t need to ask her if anything was okay, he could smell it in her aura, that she as battling in her head. He knew how much she wanted to help Jimin and his brother, and that Taehyung was rejecting her help was really nudging at her bones.

“Don’t chew your lips, Hope.” Jin bend down to pull the plates out of the cupboard, before he pushed them into the girl’s arms. “Jimin, do you want to join us at the table or are you eating with Taehyung?”

Jimin’s eyes flickered from the stack of plates towards the hallway. He sighed, before he told them that he would eat with his brother. Jin nodded and prepared two plates of food, before adding two bottles of water onto the tray. He passed it to Jimin who politely bowed his head, as he made his way into the room.

“Don’t you want to try, Tae?” Jimin asked his brother, who sat arm crossed beside him on the bed. “It’s really good and look, I cut the vegetables.”

The black tiger breathed out hard, but eventually he grabbed the fork that laid next to his plate and began to eat. He wanted to spit this food out so badly, but he had to admit that it really did taste good.

“Who does this human girl think she is.” He put his plat back down on the tray, slamming fork down next to it. “She hurt me on purpose, Jimin. She asked for me to hurt her. I was just this far away – only this far away from ripping her throat out. Pathetic human.”

Jimin didn’t respond. The older tiger just kept shoving his fork around his plate, not looking up at his brother. Tae was irritated by this behaviour. Normally, they both would avoid to have contact in any way with human. They both shared the same opinion on them, which was why he couldn’t understand how Jimin could hang around with that girl all day long.

“Jimin?” Tae asked annoyed when the older one didn’t look at him. “Why are you acting that way? You agree with me, don’t you?”

Jimin was still not looking at the younger one.

“Don’t you, Jimin?” Tae asked again, bit this time with a quitter voice.

“I –“ Jimin stopped, looking for the right words to continue. “I just don’t think that she is that bad. I mean, Jin and Jungkook seem to be pretty – happy? Maybe she is –“

“Nice? Kind? Different than the other human?” Tae smiled at Jimin, before his face dropped. “Forget it, Jimin. Human are all the same. I don’t trust that little girl.”

How could Jimin be so blind? Hadn’t the past encounters with human had been enough reasons to not trust those creatures again? He breathed out again, adding a growl. Just because that girl and her pets had offered them their help didn’t mean that Tae would jump into her arms.

It wasn’t that he was not thankful for her help, even when he had threatened her earlier with hid fangs. It had made him angry, that he actually hadn’t had smelled any fear at all in her scent. She hadn’t lied at all. But that didn’t change a single thing about his opinion on her. If she or her pets would do one wrong move towards Jimin or him, he could not promise anything.

He watched his brother eating his lunch quietly. It scared him that Jimin looked so pale and skinny. He had always been a skinny boy, but he had loosen a lot of weight while they were out on their own. Tae wasn’t stupid. He had noticed that Jimin had saved all the food they had left for him, so he could get healthy again. Even though Jimin was older that him by a few months, Taehyung had that urge to protect that smaller male from any threats.

He hadn’t lied earlier. If it wasn’t for Jimin, if Jimin wasn’t here with him, if he only had a responsibility for his own, he would have never taken a step inside the girl’s apartment. It was all for his brother.

“It’s just – “ Jimin was still not looking up at his brother, but Tae could clearly hear the bitterness in his tone. “Last night was the first night I actually had a proper sleep since a very long time, Tae. I wasn’t worried about you not eating enough, I wasn’t worried about you being cold, I wasn’t worried about you being in pain. Can we just – can we just enjoy the time we are allowed to stay here?”

“I don’t know about you.” Tae laughed and leaned himself back against the headboard of the bed, arms behind his head, legs stretched out wide. “But I am enjoying my stay.”

Jimin turned his head, but not saying anything. Tae knew that it was harsh of his to talk about the girl’s offers like that, but it wasn’t like he was going to stay forever. So why not enjoying this comfort for once?

“You know what I meant.” Jimin sighed, as he let go of his fork, letting himself fall back on the soft mattress. “Jin and Jungkook are actually nice to talk to. It was the first real conversation I had in a very long time. Beside, I feel really bad to use the human girl like that. Don’t you think we should show some thankfulness?”

Tae had heard a lot of stupid ideas coming out of his brother’s mouth, but this was an absolutely highlight. His whole life, human had threaten him like he worth nothing to them. They had hurt him, they had humiliated him, they had locked him up, and now he should show some thankfulness?

“Don’t be ridiculous, Jimin.” He growled quietly, closing his eyes. “It’s not like we forcing her to help us. Plus, we won’t stay long, so don’t get attached to that human or her pets.��

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Love Has a Learning Curve: deleted scene 3

Summary: A flipped POV/extended scene from the night reader told Spencer that they’re going to be parents (part x of lhalc)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: fluff

Warnings/Includes: pregnancy, implied sex (obviously lol)

Word count: 2k

a/n: pls this is unedited so just ignore any typos

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They said their goodbyes and final congratulations to Luke and Penny, and then they were sitting in silence in Spencer’s Volvo. She could feel Spencer panicking next to her— in the car, up the sidewalk, across from her in their kitchen. After two weeks of her own internal panic, now she was standing in front of him, and she couldn’t meet his worried gaze. 

“Please say something,” he begged. 

“I—” She paused, took a deep breath, and forced herself to look at him. “I’m pregnant.”

She watched as his IQ plummeted. “What?”

“I don’t know how it happened. I mean— I know how it happened, I just. I don’t know how it happened.” She laughed nervously, studying his face for any readable emotion. “I’m sure you can tell me the statistics about the effectiveness of birth control—” He opened his mouth, and she held up her hand, begged with watery eyes, “Please don’t tell me about the effectiveness of birth control right now.” 

“Okay,” he breathed. 

She didn’t think she could handle hearing about it, and besides: “The statistics don’t really matter anyway, because obviously it wasn’t effective, and now I’m pregnant.”

He opened and closed his mouth a few times, a little like a fish, before murmuring, “You’re sure?”

“I took seven home tests,” she confirmed, voice wavering. “All positive. And then I went to the doctor on Wednesday. To be sure. And she, um— she’s sure.”

He nodded. “How do you feel?” 

His tone was even, his face neutral, and she couldn’t figure out if that was a good thing or a bad thing. She could feel the tears brimming, threatening to spill over. “I’m sorry.”

He couldn’t seem to stay neutral then, frowning and cocking his head. “Why are you sorry?”

“Because we— we didn’t talk about this.” She gestured wildly with her hands, the emotion finally spilling over and her fears toppling out of her mouth. “I never asked you what you want. And I— I don’t want you to think I’m trying to trap you, or—”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” He took a step toward her before he froze, cursed under his breath, and asked, “Can— can you just. Just wait here for one minute. I’ll be right back.”

He practically sprinted out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and out of sight. She sank into one of the kitchen chairs and dropped her head in her hands. Now it was all out in the open, and he was already finding it hard to be in the same room with her. He kept a neutral expression for as long as possible, because he was kind, and empathetic, and he loved her. But that didn’t mean he wanted to do this with her. 

She was so wrapped up in her abject mom-to-be terror that she didn’t hear him practically tumble back down the stairs. She didn’t hear him sprint around the corner and into the kitchen. But she did hear her name, soft and reassuring, and then he was kneeling next to her on the floor. “Hey, hey— look at me. Y/N, look at me.” 

She turned toward him in the chair, and his eyes were soft and reassuring, too. “It’s okay, baby. Are you— are you okay?”

She sucked in a shaky breath. It wasn’t okay, and she wasn’t okay— not until she knew how he was actually feeling. “I— what do you— I need to know what you want.”

“You,” he said plainly. 

Her heart flipped in her chest, but she huffed, swiping at her cheeks. “That’s not what I mean.”

“I know. But it’s the truth.” He shrugged. “I want you. Always. And I want you to be happy and healthy. And I want to support you in… whatever you decide.”

He looked down at his hands, and then he looked back at her. “In regards to ‘trapping me,’ it’s— it’s not a trap if I want to be here.”

He brought his hands up into her lap and opened a small velvet box. She stared stupidly at the ring inside for at least seven seconds, her eyes going wide as they came to meet his own. “What is this?”

“I’ve had this ring for… a long time,” he admitted. “ I bought it the week we came back from North Carolina for Thanksgiving, and I talked to your dad about it when we were there for Christmas.” 

He scooted closer to her on the floor, his own eyes wet. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. He’d had this ring for nearly a year? He’d bought it when they had barely been together nine months? He wanted to marry her?

“I kept waiting for the perfect moment, but I— I could never find it.” He drew his brows together and huffed out a laugh. “I understand now that the problem with waiting for the perfect moment was that—” He shook his head in realization, and then met her eyes. “Every moment with you is perfect. Even when it’s not.” He felt a tear spill over and shrugged. “Because I’m with you. And that makes it perfect.”

She brought her hand up to wipe away his tears with gentle fingers, even as her own tears continued. He smiled at her. “I love you. The most. And I wanna be with you: today, tomorrow, next week, next year… forever. In every perfect moment. And that’s not gonna change. Okay?”

Of all the reactions she imagined he’d have to the news of her pregnancy, she had never imagined this. “Okay.”

He hesitated for a split second, and she saw the first and only shimmer of uncertainty. “Do you wanna marry me?”

She laughed, genuine and joyful. “That’s not how you ask.” 

He grinned sheepishly. “Sorry. Will you marry me?”

“Yeah,” she breathed, all the worry she’d been carrying for the last two weeks just… falling away. “Yes. Yes.”

He slipped the ring onto her finger and then surged up off the floor to wrap her in a hug. “Sorry it took me so long.” She breathed him in, relishing the feel of his body against hers. For the first time in two weeks, she allowed herself to melt into him, no longer worried to be found out.

He held her for a second longer before pulling back to hold her hands, running his thumb along the newly placed ring. “Your answer to this question doesn’t change how I feel or what I want. I need you to know that.” When she nodded, he squeezed her hands. “Do you want to have a baby?” 

She hesitated, chewing the inside of her lip. “What do you—”

“No.” He shook his head. “I already told you what I want. I’m asking you. What do you want?”

She rubbed her thumbs absentmindedly over his for fifteen long seconds. The moment of truth, and it came out in a whisper. “I want to have a baby with you.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

Fresh tears gathered behind his eyes, and she felt so silly for ever having doubted what he wanted. “We’re gonna have a baby,” he breathed, disbelief dripping heavy over his words. “You’re gonna be a mom.”

She choked out a wet laugh. “Yeah, that’s usually how it works.”

“You’re gonna be the best mom,” he corrected. 

“You’re gonna be a dad.” She squeezed his hands. “The absolute best dad.”

He scooped her into another hug, the two of them laughing and crying in the soft light of their kitchen at midnight. She was pregnant, they were engaged, it was all out of order, and she wouldn’t change a single thing about it. Like every other moment with him, it was perfect.

“Your mom’s gonna kill me,” he muttered.

She cackled— well, almost perfect. She grimaced playfully. “Mmm, yeah she probably is. If it’s any consolation, she’ll start with me.” She sighed, smiling tiredly at him. “I love you.”

He matched her smile. “I love you the most. Dead or alive.”

She snaked her arm around his waist, pulling him toward the stairs. “You know… I can think of one thing that might just placate Mama Rose…”

They started up the stairs together. “Do tell.” 

Her fingers rubbed along his hip bone. “Do you think Dave would let us use his backyard?”

Spencer pressed a kiss into her hair as they reached the landing and turned for their bedroom, Roald hot on their heels. “I’m sure a bottle of wine and a box of cigars would do the trick.”

“I’m thinking a backyard wedding with your family and mine— here, so that your mom doesn’t have to travel.” She pulled him over the threshold of their bedroom door. “And then we can have a party at the farm for all your new in-laws.”

“New in-laws?” Spencer asked.

“Oh yeah. There’s fifteen aunts and uncles and about fifty cousins that’re dying to meet you.” Spencer’s eyes went wide as saucers, and she laughed, pulling him into her arms. “I’d say there won’t be a quiz, but if any of the uncles find out about the eidetic memory thing, they’re absolutely gonna quiz you.” 

She laced her fingers behind his back, drawing him even closer. “But they already love you,” she assured him. “I get a text at least twice a week about you.”

His eyebrows shot up behind his curls. “You do?”

“Mmhm. Asking how you’re doing, are you teaching a new class, where’s your latest case, et cetera, et cetera. All the aunts are nosy as hell,” she laughed. She tilted her head in consideration, lacing their fingers together and leading him toward their bed. “It’s gonna be impossible to keep this a secret for very long.”

He sat on the side of the bed, pulling her down to straddle his lap. “The twenty week mark is usually the green light to start telling people. How— how far along are we?”

“Dr. Layton said probably... about eight weeks.”

She watched as he did the calculations, the realization settling over his face— the drop of his jaw, the arch of his eyebrow, the pink rising in his cheeks. “Oh. Oh.”

“Mm.” She pressed her lips together to hide her smile. “I think we really, um— manifested that.”

“Wow.” She could practically see the memories flashing in his eyes. He cleared his throat. “Do you think your dad would sell me that truck?” 

“Oh my god.” She brought her hands up to his cheeks, grinning ear to ear. “You’d better come up with a good lie about why you want it.” 

His hands traveled over her hips, squeezing gently on their way to her lower back. “You mean I can’t tell Hank that his daughter had se—”

She clapped a hand over his mouth, gently pushing him to lay back on the bed and hovering over him. “Shhhh— he still thinks his baby is an innocent angel. You don’t wanna ruin that for him, do you?”

He laughed underneath her palm and pulled her flush against him. She removed her hand, and he sighed. “I suppose your secret's safe with me. Mostly because I don’t want to incur his wrath.”

“Mm,” she nodded, bringing their mouths together. “Smart man.”

He kissed her, saccharine and slow. She was just starting to relax into it when he suddenly flipped them, knocking a huffed laugh out of her. He peppered light kisses over her face, down her neck, over her racing heart, her sternum. When he reached her tummy, he paused, staring at the barely there bump covered in flowy fabric. And then he pressed his lips gently to it, over and over and over again. 

She tangled her fingers in his hair, waiting for him to get his fill. After fifteen kisses, she laughed as she realized he probably never would. He raised his head at the sound, gently resting his chin on her belly, careful not to press too hard. His sweet smile had her tugging him up toward her.

“I can’t believe I was ever worried about how you’d feel,” she whispered.

“I can’t believe I didn’t figure it out,” he countered. “I should have known when you said no to sushi.” He grinned, but then it softened into something more empathetic. “Is that why I couldn’t hug you for the last two weeks?”

She nodded, feeling absolutely ridiculous. He sat up and pulled her with him, his chin hooked over her shoulder and all his long limbs folded awkwardly around her. “Well. I guess I just have to make up for lost time.”

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[mrs-gucci]

A Beach Day to Remember {Clyde Logan x Reader}

author’s notes: made it just under the wire for this week’s writer wednesday :) it’s a bit different from my usual writing MO, but I honestly had a blast with it and I’m decently pleased with how it turned out, actually. I wrote this late at night while I was half-asleep lol so sorry if it’s a little all over the place! thanks, as always, to @autumnleaves1991-blog for hosting & @clydesducktape​ for helping out! it’s such a great and fun weekly tradition!

warnings: fluff. humor. romance. beach fun. chair wrestling. a quick lil makeout session (nothing explicit). 

no tw’s :)

word count: 2.2k

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By some miracle, you’d convinced born-and-raised country boy Clyde Logan to accompany you to Miami Beach for a week. A whole week, you couldn’t believe it. 

And...he actually bought a pair of swim trunks. Sure, they were a West Virginia Walmart buy, but hey, he bought a pair; you’ll take what you can get.

Who was this man and what has he done with Clyde Logan?

He’s never really been to the beach before, Mamma Logan didn’t like bein’ in the sun too long and Pappa wasn’t about to cross her, so this was his first time. 

Your family used to vacation here every year, so you were relatively familiar with the notoriously rowdy town. The first evening and night consisted of you showing a wide-eyed Clyde around Miami’s bustling night life. But, when the sun came up the next morning, he was revving to get down to the beach.

You had to talk him down a bit there at first, convincing him to eat somethin’ for breakfast before spending a whole entire day in the sun ‘cause if he passes out, he’s on his own getting back to the condo.

“I’m gon’ go get changed fer the beach!” He says excitedly, clapping his hands together and doing a little jog over to the dresser the second you two get back from your sidewalk cafe breakfast.

You smile at his enthusiasm, trying to remember the last time you saw him so openly excited and smiley. After only a few moments of thought, you realize that you’ve never seen him quite like this before. But, you’re certainly taking a liking to vacation Clyde.

Both Mellie and Jimmy requested plenty of photos of, and this is a direct quote, “Clyde’s long, pasty-ass legs in swim shorts”, and you’re nothing if not accommodating...

As soon as he steps out of the bathroom, you quickly say “Smile!” and snap a picture of him in his leaf-pattern hunter green trunks. He frowns, striding over to where you’re standing.

“Hey now pumpkin, who’re ya sendin’ that off to?”

You giggle, typing out his sibling’s contacts into your messages. “Nobody...”

His eyes widen when he sees Jimmy and Mellie’s names. He tries to grab the phone away from you, but as he takes it, his palm accidentally nudges the little ‘send’ icon. 

“G’damnit! I fuckin’ sent it to ‘em!”

You’re cracking up as he frantically tries to somehow un-send the message, despite you trying to repeatedly convince him that there’s literally nothing that can be done at this point; the message is permanent.

Almost immediately, the replies begin to pile in and Clyde quickly puts a hand over his face as your phone chimes continuously.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

“‘m never gonna hear the end ‘a this when we get back home.” He groans. “Now they got that picture forever and they’re never gonna stop showin’ it...Oh ma god, they’re gonna put it in our weddin’ slideshow, a-and our future kids ‘re gonna see it, and it’s gonna be shown at ma funeral...”

You laugh, shaking your head as you put your hands on his bare, freckle-painted chest. “Hon, I really wouldn’t worry that much about it. It’ll all blow over in a little bit, I promise. Plus, I now have evidence that you actually came to the beach with me. I have a feeling our future kids won’t believe me when I tell them this story someday.”

Clyde starts laughing, running his hands down the curve of your body before landing on your hips. He pulls you in for a kiss, moving his lips gently against yours.

Your face scrunches when he starts licking into your mouth and the bitter taste of zinc overwhelms your taste buds.

“Mmmm, mmm, Clyde?”

He pulls away, brows furrowed.

“Did you put some zinc on your lips?”

His cheeks turn pink and he looks away bashfully. “Oh, yeah, I did. ‘m sorry, I forgot ‘bout that.”

“It’s alright, no need to apologize.” You chuckle, shaking your head. “I love you.”

He smiles, placing a kiss on your forehead this time, rather than your lips.

“Love ya too, pumpkin.”

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Clyde’s like a kid at a candy store when he gets down to the beach, quickly putting the cooler down on the sand and dropping his chair down next to it. The sunglasses sit just above the bridge of his zinc-whitened nose as his head moves around to drink in the sights unfolding before him.

You giggle to yourself as you watch him, setting your beach bag down with the cooler before beginning to set up your chair. But your man quickly jumps in and insists on unfolding the chair for you even though, as you’ll soon find out, he has zero idea how to operate a folding beach chair. To be fair, it was one of those older-fashioned ones that had sustained quite a bit of rust.

“Now, how in the world...?” He grumbles, trying to unfold the stubborn thing. He tries just about every method he could think up, at one point he was trying to use his flip-flop equipped foot to aid in the unfolding process, but he still cannot get the damn chair open.

Eventually, a curious (and very entertained) bystander comes over and helps the two of you out with your chairs, and both of you thank them profusely before finally beginning your day at the beach. Clyde remains standing, continuing to look around at all the things happening on the beach while you lay back and open your book to begin reading.

After a bit of sunning time, you and Clyde head down to the water. You keep your feet in the cool water while he stands further in, little waves crashing mid-calf. He finds a nice shell and runs up to put it back at your little setup while you stay and watch as the natural push and pull of the ocean slowly buries your feet in the sand.

Suddenly, a flesh arm comes on your back and a metallic arm scoops behind your knees, lifting you up as you squeal. 

“Clydeeee!”

He laughs, rushing into the water while holding you bridal-style, water splashing up all over both you and him with each of his massive strides. As soon as he knows he’s deep enough, he starts swinging you back and forth.

“One...Two...”

You’re in a fit of laughter, playfully hitting his chest. “Noooooo! Stooopppp!”

“Three!” Clyde tosses you into the blue-green water of the Atlantic as you screech, a big splash accompanying your collision with the surface.

You emerge a moment later, quickly rushing up and jumping into his arms, causing him to fall backwards into the water. He laughs when he resurfaces and splashes you in the face teasingly, to which you respond by doing the exact same thing.

“No more splashin’!” He says, chuckling to himself at the irony of his exclamation.

You laugh, splashing him one more time. “You’re the one that started it, you goof!”

“Now, let’s not play the blame game, pumpkin.” He smiles jokingly, then wraps his arms around your torso, head nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

Both of you spend a bit more time in the water before heading back up to your chairs to dry off in the sun and re-apply sunscreen. Clyde ends up falling asleep, a few shells he found in the water spread out on the top of his thighs as he snoozes.

Only about fifteen minutes later, you look over and put a hand over your mouth to cover the giggles that come when you see that one of the shells has sprouted some legs in preparation for an escape attempt. The creature begins crawling and he starts squirming a bit at the ticklish sensation, clearly beginning to re-awaken from his early afternoon slumber. 

When his eyes blink open and he looks down, he gasps, launching backwards in his chair. Unfortunately, the old-school beach chair already struggles to hold his massive form, so when he jumps back, the chair gives out and breaks clean in half, sending Clyde back into the sand. 

The poor crab is thrust into the sand, but it’s alright, quickly crawling back towards the ocean. You immediately stand up, trying not to laugh too hard until you know he’s completely alright. 

“Oh my fuck...Clyde! Are you okay, hon?”

He nods, chuckling softly. “’m alright, though I can’t say the same for this here chair, though.”

You giggle, helping him sit back up in the sand. When he’s fully sat up, he’s still smiling and laughing, shaking his head.

“Well, I suppose I owe the condo owners a new beach chair.”

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A full, active day at the beach has you pretty fucking exhausted when you two finally head back up to the condo around four in the afternoon. You take a quick cat nap while Clyde showers, then you hop in and wash off the day’s sunscreen and sand.

While you’re in the shower, Clyde rifles through his duffle and pulls out a little velvet box, popping it open to expose the glittering diamond ring that sits on a little pillow. He smiles at the sight, knowing that tonight’s the night he’s finally gonna ask you to be his forever.

He’s been waiting for the right moment for a short while now, and after the fun y’all had at the beach today and the sunset beach walk he’s planning to take you on before your fancy dinner reservations later this evening...he can’t think of a more perfect time to do it.

You step out of the bathroom and Clyde scrambles to quickly tuck the ring box into his khaki pants pocket. He smooths his hands over the fabric before standing up, face breaking out into a wide smile when he sees the beautiful sundress you’ve got on.

“You’re so beautiful, pumpkin.” He says, smiling as he walks up to you, hands on your hips. “Always so, so beautiful.”

Your expression stretches into a bright, genuine smile as you get up on your tiptoes for a kiss. “Thank you, Clyde. You look awfully handsome yourself this evening.”

“Oh, well, thank ya, darlin’.” His cheeks grow red as he looks down for a moment, shoving his hands down in his pockets. “So, do ya wanna go on a sunset walk ‘fore our reservations?”

You agree, and the two of you head back down to the beach. His fingers fiddle with the little box in his pocket as you walk along the beach. Soon, you reach an old lifeguards stand, painted in brilliant mint green and flamingo pink colors. The ‘No Lifeguard on Duty’ paint is still visible, even after some seeming wear and tear to the outside of the building. 

The sun’s touching down on the horizon line as he guides you up onto the old structure’s small front deck, and you lean over the railing together as the sun sinks down. 

Your head turns to look over at your beloved boyfriend, admiring the way the sherbet sky reflects off of and compliments his alabaster skin. God he’s beautiful, you think to yourself for what has to be the millionth time in your three years of dating Clyde. He’ll forever be the most beautiful man in your eyes.

He turns to you then, standing up with a shaky hand reaching out to take yours. “Uh, Y/N, there’s somethin’...somethin’ I wanna do ‘fore we head off to dinner.”

You nod, eyebrows furrowing.

“Sure, hon. Are you alright, though? You’re shaking a bit.”

“’m alright, pumpkin.”

Clyde nods and then, he sinks down onto one knee, wobbling a bit as he adjusts to the new position. He steadies shortly after and then, he pulls the box out of his pocket and opens it up, exposing the ring he spent hours picking out for you.

You’re in shock, hands over your mouth as he smiles up at you, tears already forming in his eyes.

“Y/N, I-I knew when I first met ya that you were gon’ be the woman I wanted to s...spend the rest of ma life with. Y-Yer so funny ‘n kind ‘n so, so beautiful; yer just...yer perfect, p-pumpkin.”

You feel the tears beginning to spill out of the corners of your eyes as he continues, tears now running down his cheeks as well.

“I love y-ya more than life itself, Y/N, an’ I...I wanna spend the rest of ma livin’ days on this planet by yer side. Will ya...will ya marry me?”

Time seems to stand still for Clyde, then, his nerves overwhelming and overtaking his entire being. The seconds between his final word and your response are some of the longest and most anxious seconds of his life, but damnit, they were well worth it.

“Yes, Clyde, yes. O-Of course I’ll marry you.” You say, smiling as he stands to pull you in for a passionate kiss.

He’s overjoyed, really, heart racing but in the best possible way. You said yes. You’re gonna be his wife, his Mrs. Logan.

“God, I love ya.” Clyde whispers against your lips, pulling the ring from its place on the delicate pillow. “I love ya so, so much, Y/N.”

“I love you t-too, Clyde.” You smile, holding your left hand out for him to slip the ring onto your finger. It’s a perfect fit, and you immediately pull him in for a hug. “I can’t wait to marry you, hon, can’t wait to become Mrs. Logan.”

He grins widely, pressing another few kisses onto your lips.

“Mrs. Y/N Logan, ma beautiful wife, ma forever partner.”

You nod, sniffling softly.

“Your forever partner.”

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[unbridgeabledistances]

a ✨drunk and clingy ian✨ one-shot

okay so we all know that saint patrick’s day is a very arbitrary and somewhat meaningless holiday (at least in the u.s. lol)- but we also know that the gallaghers are incredibly fucking irish, so i am using this as an excuse to write some drunk and clingy gallavich fluff (bc i think we all need it!! or at least i do!!!!)

hope y’all enjoy<3

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Mickey and Ian came in the door from their final weed security run of a way-too-chilly and grey March afternoon, kicking the slush off of their lace-up boots in a tired but comfortable silence. Mickey had been fantasizing for a good part of the afternoon about his usual afternoon ritual of collapsing onto the couch with a cold beer in his hand, and taking a long lazy nap while shitty game shows played on the TV in the background— but unfortunately, Debbie had other plans. Or so he realized when he turned the corner and his eyes were met with a forest of green and white streamers blanketing the living room, with Debbie determinedly balancing on a kitchen chair to hang them in the doorway.

Mickey did a double-take, shooting a glance at Ian and then back at the festive room again. What the fuck? He quickly racked his brain— there was no way he’d could’ve forgotten Franny’s birthday, that was in the summer—and he was pretty sure that Liam’s birthday was in the winter sometime; so whose the fuck was it? Too many goddamn Gallaghers to keep track of. Finally, Mickey admitted his own defeat.

“Is it someone’s fuckin’ birthday or something?”

Mickey flashed another gaze to Ian in confusion as he said it, hoping that Ian would silently mouth whatever the occasion was to him, or at the very least raise his eyebrows and goad Mickey enough to jog his memory to remember whatever the fuck today was— but Ian just gave an easygoing grin as he took in the room’s decor and let out a laugh.

“Debbie, isn’t this kind of going overboard?”

Debbie looked over her shoulder from where she was now taping a crudely scribbled picture of a shamrock, most likely drawn by Franny, up onto the wall.

“What? If it’s our last Saint Patrick’s Day in the house, the least we can do is go out with a bang,” she answered nonchalantly, and continued fixating on hanging up Franny’s drawing.

Mickey inadvertently let out a scoff and rolled his eyes. Fucking Gallaghers.

“I’m sorry, fucking Saint Patrick’s Day?”

Ian’s lips formed a playful smile and he elbowed Mickey between the ribs. “Yeah, Mick, Saint Patrick’s Day— also known as the unironically most important day of the Gallagher family calendar year. I can’t believe I forgot it was today, with all the work stuff we had going on.”

At first Mickey couldn’t tell if Ian was actually being serious— but in the same second he decided that it didn’t really matter, since Ian’s eyes were bright and shining and there was this weird giddy grin he was sporting from ear to ear, like he was absolutely fucking delighted that it was Saint Patrick’s Day, instead of just a normal goddamn Wednesday. Fucking softie.

And as endearing as that was, Mickey still couldn’t let him off that easily. “There’s no way I’m celebrating Saint Patrick’s Day. It’s a fake holiday for yuppie rich kids to go bar hopping—I’m not getting involved in any of your Gallagher bullshit.”

Ian’s grin just grew, like he knew exactly what Mickey was doing. “Hey, you married into this family. If anything, this is your own fault.”

Mickey just rolled his eyes, then continued to unlace his boots and throw them by the doorway.

“The fuck do you do anyways, aside from getting trashed?”

Ian put a hand on Mickey’s upper back to steady himself as he pulled his own shoes off. “I think getting trashed pretty much sums up the festivities. Today’s practically a holy day of observance for Frank, and I’m assuming Debbie’s also just gonna use today as an excuse to get drunk on a Wednesday.”

“Hell yeah I am!” Debbie called from where she was putting the chair back in the kitchen.

Mickey raised his eyebrows. “I knew Gallaghers were white trash, but I had no idea you were this bad.”

“Oh, come on. You don’t have any Ukranian white trash holidays or whatever?”

Mickey held back a bitter laugh. Yeah, they had “holidays,” in the form of days when Terry was celebratorily drunk enough to leave them the fuck alone for 24 hours, rare occasions when his looming shadow was out of the house and a festive lightness bled in in its place. They sort of celebrated Christmas, which was mostly just associated with too many painful memories of Terry ripping open the presents before he or his brothers had the chance, and too many painful stings associated with him having one too many drinks as they sat quietly inside the sagging house and pretended to be a big happy family for one night a year.

But never anything as gaudy and deliberate and ridiculous as observing a C-list, Irish-American holiday just for the hell of it, just for fun—which yes, was probably fueled by Frank’s alcoholism more than anything else, but also made something swell in Mickey’s insides that he didn’t quite know how to place.

And Mickey didn’t know how to let out that entire internal monologue to Ian while Debbie was standing within earshot. “Nah, man. Milkoviches don’t really do… holidays.”

Ian snaked a hand around Mickey’s back, giving his shoulder a squeeze, a grounding touch. He gets it.

“Well, get ready to have your mind blown, Mr. Gallavich, because we’re about to celebrate this hallowed occasion Gallagher style.”

Mickey rolled his eyes again, but let himself lean into Ian’s touch, lean his weight ever-so-slightly against Ian’s chest that was pressed behind him by the doorway. And, okay— as stupid as this was, maybe there was something sort of warm and solid about tradition, about hand-scribbled shamrocks and streamers on the wall, about having days to celebrate just because you wanted to, just because you could…

Just then Franny came hurdling into the room, wearing a baggy green t-shirt and a face-painted shamrock adorning her cheek.

Ian’s face lit up when she stopped in front of them. “Hey Franny! Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!”

Franny held out two bottles of beer to Ian and Mickey from where she had been hiding them behind her back.

“Mommy said I should give these to you when you came home!”

Mickey smirked, carefully taking the bottles from Franny’s outstretched hands. “Thanks, kiddo.”

And if all celebrating Saint Patrick’s Day took was knocking down a few beers on a weekday afternoon—well, Mickey wasn’t going to complain about that.

**

Of course, hours later Mickey realized how severely he’d underestimated Debbie’s enthusiasm— after lounging around the house waiting for the stream of Gallaghers to trickle in from their various daily activities, Debbie had rounded everyone up and they migrated to the Alibi as the sun was setting, where they’d met up with Kev and V and Lip and Tami, who (thank fucking god) looked as vaguely confused and fully apathetic about this whole “Saint Patrick’s Day” situation as Mickey did.

Now it was late, and Mickey was leaning against the bartop of the Alibi sipping a thick, foamy glass of Guinness, which was as close to embracing whatever-the-fuck Irish heritage his husband had as he was possibly going to get.

All of the Gallaghers were here, swirling around the room—Debbie had put on some sort of peppy music as Kev poured everyone drinks, and a couple of other Southside neighbors had heard the bass thrumming and joined the ruckus. The room wasn’t too crowded, but it was pleasantly full of bodies and chatter— Kev had bought bunches of shiny, tacky green mardi gras beads for everyone to wear, and the air in the room was festive and bordering on sloppy in a way that felt very different from how Mickey had envisioned this evening would go.

Mickey was pacing himself, because it was a Wednesday for fuck’s sake— but his husband was an entirely different story. Between the beers at home and the various drinks Debbie had been siphoning into his hands all night, Ian was teetering on the drunkest Mickey had seen him in years—which partially made the tiniest spark of trepidation start to creep into Mickey’s bloodstream, a spark that he immediately extinguished. It was one night, the first in a long time— Ian deserved to have some fun.

And he definitely, definitely was having fun— casually dancing with Debbie and Sandy and whoever else would humor him, grinning with red-hot cheeks and bright eyes— from across the room Mickey could tell how warm his skin would be if he pressed a hand against it, how flushed. Mickey wasn’t really in the mood for dancing, or whatever the fuck stumbling around and chatting and making friends Drunk Ian was up to for the evening, and he was perfectly content to nurse his drink at the bar— which is why it surprised him when Ian pulled himself out of the crowd, slightly stumbling over his own feet, and made the way across the room to where Mickey was leaning at the bar, immediately boxing him in and putting his hands square on Mickey’s waist. Mickey almost imperceptibly let in a sharp breath.

Ian looked down at him, all smiles and shiny eyes— when he spoke the scent of sweet, hot liquor danced on Mickey’s face and all he wanted was to be closer, to breathe it in.

“Are you having fun?” Ian’s right hand traced up Mickey’s side, then back down to its hold on his hipbone.

Mickey raised his eyebrows. “You and your leprechaun family don’t mess around, Gallagher.”

Ian smiled a lazy, tipsy smile, and pecked Mickey’s cheek before Mickey could be embarrassed about it.

“D’you wanna dance with me?”

Ian’s hands slid off of his hips and entangled with Mickey’s hands that had been hanging limply at his sides, walking backwards so their fingers were laced together an arm’s distance apart.

Mickey shrugged noncommittally. “I’ll leave showing the Irish pride to you and the rest of the drunken Gallaghers.”

Ian registered Mickey’s words and opened his mouth to reply, just as Debbie pulled Ian over by the arm.

“Stop sulking with Mickey and do more shots with me!”

Jesus Christ. Ian was going to be wrecked when their alarm went off for work in the morning, and Mickey was starting to debate if he was going to need to have a talking-to with Debbie about the appropriate amount of “Saint Patrick’s Day fun” they were allowed to partake in next year— but for now Ian was happy, and he could stomach one night of hardcore festivities.

Mickey stood at the bar for a while, watching Ian and Debbie get progressively more flushed as they bobbed through the crowd— and then, when Debbie had found some other victim in their mid-twenties to get even more shitfaced with, Ian made his way across the room to Mickey again, plopping onto the barstool beside him and heaving his bodyweight onto Mickey’s left side, burying his face in the crook of Mickey’s neck. Mickey wrapped a tentative arm around Ian’s waist, trying to hold him up from slouching off of the barstool.

“M’tired.” Mickey could feel Ian’s hot breath dancing on his collarbone as he slurred out the words, and felt Ian’s eyelids flutter shut against the side of his neck.

Ian was always giving Mickey measured casual touches, wherever they were—but it was so exceedingly rare that Ian fully let himself go like this, let himself be drunk and happy and just crumple into Mickey, without worrying about holding anyone else up. It felt new, but it felt good— Mickey let the solid weight of his husband’s body leaning against his press him down, rooting him into the Alibi’s sticky floors, feeling the clammy skin of Ian’s forehead that was solidly lodged into the side of Mickey’s neck.

He hated to admit it, but in that moment, something in Mickey was also frozen solid— as much as Mickey had grown in the past few years, something about these situations, about PDA or whatever, still made Mickey feel like he was treading water—like he was fighting to stay afloat while everyone’s eyes were on him, and the strong current was only lifted when he and Ian were in the dark safety of their bedroom. If Mickey was drunk at a bar and sloppily leaning onto Ian, there was no doubt in Mickey’s mind that Ian would hold him, would gingerly touch him and caress him and do more to him than just prop him up— but something in Mickey still hesitated and flashed with warning signs in a crowded room full of people.

But Ian was still breathing hot on Mickey’s neck— so Mickey thought about what Ian would do, if it was Mickey who was tipsy and slumped on his shoulder. He tentatively raised his arm from where it was lying limply by his side, and started to run soothing circles onto Ian’s t-shirt, just above his hipbone where Mickey’s hand was holding Ian up by his waist.

Ian hummed in acknowledgement of the touch— and then he pressed a tender kiss to the crook of Mickey’s neck, where his face was buried. Fuck. Mickey just pulled him in closer, gently tugging Ian’s torso in by his belt loop to hold him steady.

Ian hummed again, then started to press kisses up and down Mickey’s neck. “You smell good.”

Mickey’s heart started to beat a little quicker, his blood running hotter than usual—and Ian couldn’t fucking do this now, while the rest of his family was milling around and dancing and wearing fucking mardi gras beads while flaunting their Gallagher pride.

Ian lifted his forehead off of Mickey’s shoulder, and gently bit at the underside of Mickey’s jaw—and Mickey thought he was going to combust right there, on the spot, in a room full of Gallaghers pressed against the bartop at the Alibi by his very drunk husband.

And in an act of excruciatingly inconvenient timing, Lip sidled up to the bar and sat on the barstool on Mickey’s other side, nursing what Mickey assumed (and hoped) was a diet Coke in a beer glass.

“Hey there, Mick. And, uh, Ian.”

Ian looked up from where he was very engrossed in continuing to nuzzle the opposite side of Mickey’s neck, and glared at Lip from across Mickey’s chest.

“Go away, Lip.” Ian collapsed his head back onto Mickey’s shoulder and closed his eyes again, wrapping his arms around Mickey’s neck like a fucking boa constrictor. Mickey snaked an arm up around Ian’s back, holding him steady on the wobbly barstool.

Lip held back a laugh as he sipped his drink, then took a drag of the cigarette he was holding. “Seems like Ian’s done enough drinking to make our ancestors proud.”

Mickey took a sip of his own beer with his free hand. “Debbie made sure of that.”

Lip raised his eyebrows. “Damn. Guess we’d better keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn’t also have the Frank gene.”

Mickey grunted in acknowledgement, then took another sip of his beer, mostly because he didn’t know what else to say. Ian’s head shifted slightly on his shoulder— and Mickey realized he probably needed to haul Ian home ASAP, before he was even more sleepy and incoherent and unable to lug down the street.

Lip noticed Ian’s movement on Mickey’s shoulder and smirked. “I’ve gotta say, I’ve never seen Ian being this clingy before. Even with other guys—no offense, Mick— he usually stayed pretty contained. And you guys aren’t usually too into the PDA department.”

Mickey shrugged, trying not to jostle the heavy weight of where Ian’s head was hanging. Lip was right—he and Ian never really were all over each other, especially not like this, outside of the context of their room, when they were very much always all over each other.

Lip kept studying them, and the corner of his mouth eventually ticked upward. “It’s good. He’s definitely not this… comfortable with anyone else. Including me, which is definitely saying something.”

It felt weird, to get something like what felt like Lip’s full blessing at a raunchy Gallagher party months after he and Ian had gotten married—but that was also exactly what it felt like was happening.

Lip’s eyes suddenly darted across the room, to where Tami was holding up his coat and gesturing to the door. Lip rose from the barstool, stubbed out his cigarette, and put out a hand to clap Mickey on the shoulder as a goodbye.

“Catch up with you later, Mick.” Lip reached out and jokingly tousled Ian’s hair. “Make sure this one doesn’t hate himself too much tomorrow morning.”

Mickey smirked. Ian was practically asleep and drooling on his shoulder, his breathing turned steady—Mickey reached a hand up to card through his hair, then gently shrugged his shoulder to get Ian’s head to rise from where it was jammed on his neck.

Ian raised his head, his eyes bleary and confused at first, then softening around the edges when he met Mickey’s gaze.

“Alright, let’s get you home, carrottop.”

#did i read this before posting it???? nope #this is so silly but was also living RENT FREE in my brain #also this is temporally separated from the last ep lol bc i do not have it in me to write anything heavy this week #drunk happy husbands only !!!! #🙅🏻‍♂️‼️ #gallavich #gallavich fic #shameless #shameless fic #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #ian and mickey #ixm #gallavich fanfiction