#that shit aint easy to keep steady

[aria0fgold]

Whumptober day 16, alternative prompt used: Brass Knuckles and Whumptober day 22 prompt: Glass Shard

Characters: Mel, Marigold Ages: 15, 29

Mel hissed as Mari applied ointment on his injuries. A swollen cheek, cracked lips, several cuts and bruises all over, he even seemed to have sprained his ankle as well, though he wasn't certain of that, not when the only pain he can feel is from his other foot that had glass shards lodged into it earlier. It was quite an unfair fight, 5 people with some wielding weapons, a bat, brass knuckles, or whatever. Yet even with those advantages, they still lost, pathetically running with tails between their legs.

“Aight, ya got any excuse bout this?” Mari continued to tend to his wounds, one of her pals saw him and ran to get her. So here they are, in one of their hideouts closest to the area. There was a small frown on her face, he can't quite tell if she's mad at him or the people he fought.

He merely stayed silent, he didn't have to energy to explain anything to her nor does he have the energy to even talk at all. He just wanted to get to bed, to hell with his injuries, infection be damned, he didn't care about anything anymore, he just wanted to collapse somewhere and never wake up.

“Mm… Well, should've expected that silence.”

Mel groaned, rolling his eyes and looking away, anywhere to distract himself, the pain wasn't a problem to him, he had worse before, what was the problem however, was Mari herself. He can't understand her at all. A gang leader famously known to be scary and strong, caring and tending for a brat she found half-dead in an alleyway. He sometimes thinks it would've been better for him to have died then. What was the point?

Why would she even bother to look after a stranger's kid, completely unrelated to her? His parents didn't even bother to care for him the way she's doing. So what's the point?

“Hey.” Mari snapped her fingers in front of him.

Mel frowned, “What?”

Mari put a hand on her hip, looking him up and down, “Hmm… Anyone ever told ya yer easy to read?”

He huffed out a sigh, “Yeah, the people I just beat up.”

She whistled, her lips forming into a smirk, “Oooh, look at that. Ya plan on fightin' be next too, aye?”

Mel glared at her.

She merely chuckled at him, “Maybe wait when yer all healed up. Wouldn't mind a spar with a lil zombie.”

“Seriously, just say what you wanted to say. Stop with that shit.”

“Heeh… Already said all that I wanted.” She shrugged, “Ya know, that gloomy look don't suit ya. Want me to tell ya bout that time I found ya?”

Mel let out a loud groan, “Shut it then. I don't wanna hear it anymore.” He'd heard that story countless of times already, far too much to keep track of, he never understood why she liked talking about it so much.

Mari didn't seem to listen, “You were sitting all bloodied at that alley--”

“I told you to shut it.” Mel grabbed a shoe nearby, throwing it at Mari who caught it with ease and an annoyingly smug expression.

She laughed, annoying him even further. She can be so unbearable at times, yet Mel can't truly bring himself to hate it. If anything, he hated that it brought him a sense of comfort.

He clicked his tongue as he stood, though he stumbled forward, Mari was there to steady him by grabbing onto his arm.

“Here, here, I'll carry ya.” She turned, bending down to carry him on a piggyback.

“No--”

“Aish! I aint taking no as an answer from ya! Ya can't even stand well! If ya don't want a piggyback then I'll carry ya like those princesses.”

Mel grumbled as he climbed on her back, tugging at her hair in irritation when she laughed, though it didn't quite stop her from laughing even more.

“Anyway, bout time ya tell me bout those brats ya fought.”

“So what? You can get revenge for me?”

“I aint giving ya that luxury! Ya get revenge on yer own, but those idiots did step into my territory so someone oughtta teach em a lesson not to.”

Mel chuckled, “My information comes with a payment. And payment first.”

Mari grumbled, “Aight, aight! Whatever! Tell me what ya want then!”

Mel laughed, a genuine laughter for the first time in so long, yet he didn't realize it as such. All that he knew then was, it wasn't so bad living like this.

#ariawrites #whumptober 2023 #ariaoc #ariaoc: Mel #ariaoc: Marigold #whumptober day 16 prompt: alt #whumptobey day 22 prompt #this was supposedly a prompt featurin an AU ver of alec and ray #but when i wondered how loud the flatline sound can be and decided to take that out when i was unsure bout the answer #suddenly the draft i got fell apart and i just went to look at this set of merged prompts in a different way #which resulted in another mel and mari snippet which im actually happy for cuz finally mel pov #and also another long one that is somehow longer than the prev one i wrote #how many prompts have i made with em now its like quite a lot more than i expected ngl #cuz i have another prompt with em again and like: i love em #theyre so sweet in their own way and mari best parent of the year #shes trying her best really and it sure be working

[ask-the-shorty-squad]

*/w group No.1*

As a team manager it's my job to motivate my team and help them in every which way possible. Never giving up is essential to being a Team Manager, if you want the spirit.

YOU GOTTA SHOW THE SPIRIT!!! NEVER GIVE UP!!!!

And you gotta make sure your Team is fully and we rested, so if they need a break you gotta give them a break! Overworking your body will just cause problems! And then your body wont be able to comprehend all the pressure and strength your forcing out and you'll hit the floor!

Its why I hated school, during P.E if we needed a break they'd make us do extra. That aint healthy in the slightest.

You gotta make sure your team always does these things: Rest, Stay well hydrated, and Eat. And dont forget Shit. Shitting is very important.

And if you wanna train your team to the max start off slow, give them plenty of breaks, and start working your way up, give them tasks to fulfill at home, obviously make 'em record it so you know they aint slacking. But making them do just the little things like going on a walk everyday for fifteen minutes, keeping that up really helps your body, obviously your legs will hurt, but thats from your old muscles breaking creating newer stronger muscles. And resting really helps that. You gotta take care of your team like they're your family, like a second family.

Guess thats just about it for me! Gonta?

Gonta will tell you all about Entomology! And why Bugs are really our friends!

I know you have arachnophobia Teru so this will help, although some spiders can be venomous they'll only ever bite if they feel threatened if you very gentle and careful with Spider, Spider will simply crawl on palm. Most spiders arent venomous at all, and they really help our houses, they keep away food flies and wasps that try and sting us, and they very friendly and do no harm at all. Most bugs are actually very friendly, like: Centipedes, Stink bugs, Ladybugs, Mantis, Earwigs, Ground beetle, Dragon flies, Silver fish, Crickets, Tachinid flies, Camel crickets, Braconid wasps, Lacewing, Soldier beetles, Cicadas, Walking sticks, Spined soldier bug, Minute pirate bugs, Roly polies, Nabidae, and Mealworms too! All very kind bugs! All our friends too!

You should come with Gonta and meet Gontas friends soon!! Gonta would be very happy to introduce you to all of Gontas bug friends!

Maybe during a time when I feel like it. At the moment, I'm not too keen.

As a chef my responsibilities are very diverse. There's a multitude of qualities that are a must when working in the culinary industry.

•  An absolute passion for food and cooking; •    A total commitment to cleanliness and personal hygiene; •    An ability to work under pressure; •    Time management skills; •    A balanced calm temperament and an ability to maintain equanimity in difficult situations; •    An acute sense of business so as to rake in profits for the organization; •    Good health so that one can spend long hours on their feet, lift heavy pots and pans, work in proximity to fire and heat; •    The ability to take criticism; •    The ability to work as a team member and mentor others once they become experienced enough; •    Has to have the flexibility to take the unconventional hours that the trade demands;

It's also important to have a very keen memory. I've made it my sworn duty to memorize not just recipes, but also my dear friends and families most favorite dishes. All their likes and dislikes are always stored in the back of my mind when needed, or written in note cards. Culinary is what you make it to be. You could take a calm slow and steady approach like with those nearby bakeries, cafes, and other various types of small stores. Or you could take on the big restaurants where business is always booming and you're constantly on your toes. Whatever seems to work for you. At times it's not easy, but nothing worth wild is ever really easy is it?

#teruteru hanamura #sdr2 goodbye despair #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa

[jinned]

mea culpa | seokjin | m

snippet: you’ve traveled long and far to seek out a warlock to be your teacher. but he ends up teaching you much more than just magic...

pairing: seokjin x female reader, ft koh shinwon

genre: smut, fluff, humor, angst

au: fantasy, warlock jin, half warlock reader

word count: 16.9k

rating: explicit

warnings: swearing, demon summoning, mentions of the demon realm, mentions of death, mentions of blood, mentions of smoke, seokjin has a traumatic past, y/n’s parents died, seokjin feels responsible for someone else’s death, seokjin tricks a demon, someone is briefly on fire, mentions of infidelity, hidden identity, seokjin passes out in one scene, their love is gross

sexual warnings: explicit sex, impreg kink, oral (male receiving), oral after vaginal sex, dirty talk, licking, marking, choking, slight praise kink, begging, teasing, unprotected sex, seokjin is a dom and this shit aint vanilla so ur WELCOME, sir kink

a/n: you might recognize this fic from my old blog. if you do, please do not mention the name of my old url or pseud to protect my identity. thank you

Smoke erupts and billows instantly from the pentagram, making Seokjin fly backwards to avoid inhaling too much of it. In his youth he’d found out the hard way that sulfur infested smoke tends to burn the nostril hairs. Seokjin would spend the next couple of weeks after summoning a demon scrunching his nose in every which way to try to find some sort of relief from the constant burning and itching. Sulfuric smoke is also, surprisingly, not great for home decor! Numerous amounts of perfectly good curtains just...destroyed. They never even stood a chance. Endless nights were spent mopping the walls and so much money was wasted on scented candles...

Seokjin has learned immensely since then. Now, summoning a demon is as easy as loading a dishwasher. Annoying, nobody wants to do it, but relatively easy nonetheless.

The dark bluish grey smoke continues to build throughout the dimly lit basement. With walls made of concrete and hardwood floors, Seokjin had almost forgot to add windows when designing the place. Talk about ventilation problems.

Seokjin huffs annoyedly and grabs a book of spells off the shelf, sits down in the corner chair and waits. He knew that demons relating to love especially enjoy taking their sweet ass time being summoned.

Finally, after getting halfway through the spellbook, a dark body starts to bubble to life inside the pentagram. Its back is hunched over, shaking in movement as a cat would do before throwing up a fur ball. A large groan shakes the walls and Seokjin remains expressionless as he reaches out and catches a book that’s falling in midair, still reading his book in his other hand. He throws the fallen book back up into the air and with magic pushes it back into its rightful spot on the bookshelf. Seokjin resists the urge to yawn.

The head of the demon starts to form now. Its slimy somber scales shimmer in the dark room. Seokjin reaches behind his chair in the corner and grabs his umbrella. He opens it towards the demon and waits as he continues to read. The demon stretches its head upward towards the high ceiling and shakes vigorously. Globs of black slime and demon sweat splatter the room and bounce off the umbrella. After counting to ten, Seokjin closes the umbrella and sets it up against the bookshelf.

“What do you require from me, warlock?” The demon snarls, wet goopy blobs of drool seeping webs from its sharp jaws. Seokjin glances up and unfortunately notices the steady drool pool building at the demon’s feet, sneaking into every crack in the hardwood floors. Unknown to most amateurs, demon drool does not come out easily and the smell will last for a couple of decades if not longer. Seokjin groans realizing all but too late that he forgot to put his tarp down before drawing the pentagram. But that’s alright. He felt like moving soon anyways.

“Hello there, Asmodeus.” Seokjin smirks and slams his book shut, tossing it up into the air as it finds its spot on the shelf with other books. “What does one normally require when summoning the demon of lust?” Seokjin stands and picks at some dirt under his fingernails before crossing his arms to glare at the grotesque beast in front of him.

“You need a love potion.” The demon pants heavily, still trying to regain his breath.

“Precisely,” Seokjin says unamused. “So, if you may-”

“Not so fast, warlock. You know the deal. You know what I want,” it howls lowly.

Seokjin wishes he would have kept the book so that he could throw it at the demon. “Really there’s no need to act like an animal. You know the deal,” Seokjin mockingly throws back. “We negotiate price and then you give me the product. How about...five?” Seokjin wagers.

A wet gurgling sound erupts from Asmodeus’s throat. “Ten!” He demands.

Seokjin paces back and forth in front of the pentagram, holding his shoulders high with poise.

“Absolutely not. That’s far too long. Seven years of freedom. That’s my final offer.”

Asmodeus grunts his response before waving his hand side to side in the air. The smoke around him twirls and spools around his clawed hand. A few more drags of his claw and an object begins to form in the air. A faint flurry of pink light starts to shine amongst the dark bluish grays of the room. Seokjin stares completely mesmerized. The object takes full form and Asmodeus breathes out of his mouth to push it towards Seokjin. It’s a vial no bigger than Seokjin’s pinky finger. Inside, it holds a vibrant pink liquid. The vial has a pointed tip sharp enough to cut through skin. The knob on the top swirls in different directions, giving off a flare for the dramatics.

Seokjin gasps as he takes it into his hands. “It’s so cute!”

“I knew you were annoying. Paimon said so himself.”

“Aw man really? I thought Paimon liked me,” Seokjin pouts and sits back down in the corner chair. “I thought we had quite the lovely chat last time.”

“No demon wants to sit here and compare poetry with you for eight hours. Especially not the demon king Paimon.”

“Oh!” Seokjin slaps his palm to his forehead. “Paimon is the demon who grants slaves! Not the demon who is a slave! Damn. I guess I do tend to forget I get to hold you guys here until I say so,” Seokjin sighs heavily, “And all this time I thought he was actually interested in discussing Frost vs Dickens.”

The demon growls, its patience running thin, “No one...will ever...be interested.”

“Alright! Alright!” Seokjin tucks the vial safely into his robes and then raises his hands in defeat. “Then I guess we shall proceed with your payment.”

The demon licks its lips in excitement.

“I am so grateful you have decided to this favor for me for free!” Seokjin snaps his fingers together. Asmodeus tries to take a step out of the pentagram only to be burned and forced back by the invisible shield containing him.

“What?” The demon screeches at the top of its lungs, the force of the scream pulling Seokjin’s hair up in an oddly styled updo that remains in its horrid placement once the demon stops.

Seokjin takes a second and coughs, trying to get the smell of Asmodeus’s breath out of his face. He smooths down his coat front, then looks back at the demon. “I would be...careful with how you react next. I think you are forgetting who my dear old auntie is,” Seokjin walks around the room, cooing the words. “And you and I both know how desperately my beloved auntie wanted a child of her own, so guess who’s her favorite thing in all the realms?” Seokjin lays on the taunting as thick as he can. The demon huffs so intensely that sulfuric smoke comes out of his nostrils. His silence only boosts Seokjin’s ego.

“That’s right.” Seokjin turns his back to the demon only to look over his shoulder and bat his eyelashes as prettily as he can. “Me. I’m her favorite! So, I’d save my breath if I were you. No use in trying to threaten me. Cause I know that you know how unforgiving dear old Lilith is.”

“You just promised me seven years of freedom on earth.” Asmodeus tries to keep his anger under control by keeping his voice level.

“Yeah, I promised you seven years of freedom...from me!” Seokjin beams at Asmodeus, putting a little gleam of sparkle on his teeth for better impact. “I never said what type of freedom you’d receive. Although, I will say, I will miss you terribly.”

“You abuse your magic so…so much wasted potential.” Asmodeus sways within the tight confines of the pentagram.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’ve heard it all before from my father,” Seokjin mutters and looks back towards the bookshelf. Resting at eye level is a dark orb. Although it may look ordinary to anyone else, it inflicts pain deep within Seokjin’s body. The deep hurt that comes forth with the memories causes such physical pain that it leaves him gasping on the floor if he’s not in the right mental state. Today is just a pinprick. Seokjin looks away before it can cause any more harm.

“You will regret this, warlock. You’re already on thin ice with many other demons you’ve mocked.”

“Oh, please.” Seokjin turns his back to the demon and takes out the love potion from his robes. He stares deeply into it and listens as if it were talking to him. As the pink liquid moves back and forth with momentum, Seokjin feels a pull in the back of his mind.

You will never be loved.

Seokjin quickly shakes away the thoughts and puts the vial away yet again. Asmodeus is saying something behind him, ranting more likely, but he can’t hear the words. The weight of loneliness comes crashing down around him and all he wants is for this demon to be out of his house so that he can get to work on the potion.

“Yeah, yeah.” Seokjin waves at the smoke, not even bothering to look at Asmodeus. “I’m done with you. See you in seven years when you can come back to play! Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo.”

Asmodeus roars and tries to rush out of the pentagram. He bounces back as if a force field binds him inside. “You can not move Hell you-”

Seokjin will never know what horrid name Asmodeus was about to call him, for he had already sent the demon back to Hell were it belongs.

Smoke rushes out through every crack in the room as it flees the scene. In a matter of moments the only proof that a demon had been summoned is the pentagram in the center of the room and all the snot and drool alongside it.

Seokjin takes out the vial once more and watches as the liquid sloshes around inside. Normally, when his head is a little more leveled, Seokjin would have asked about the side effects, how to properly use such a powerful concoction, and anything to fact check to make sure he was given the right potion. Under these circumstances though, Seokjin has grown impatient. Asmodeus, as hellish as he can be, is ironically an honest demon. Only novice warlocks have been tricked by him and that’s only due to the tricky wordplay Asmodeus gets off on. Asmodeus could be a much better demon if he would just listen to Seokjin’s poetry debates.

Seokjin leaves the room and shuts the door gently behind him. He walks up the stairs into the main floor of his home before heading up even more stairs towards his study in the attic. Across the room is an old wooden desk that’s been with him through many travels over the years. The walls are lined with yet more books covering almost every genre and subject. Every genre, that is, except horror. Seokjin can’t stomach the stuff.

He sits down in his desk chair and runs his hand over the top of the desk, wiping away the dust from its surface. Seokjin takes out the vial for the last time and uncorks it. The smell alone is overwhelming of peaches and roses, but masked beneath the innocent and alluring fragrance is an underlying darkness. Suddenly the peaches are rotten and the roses wilted. This is dark magic indeed.

Seokjin takes a deep breath and begins the spell.

Seokjin opens up the windows in his living room to let the dusty air waft out. Recently acquiring an old forgotten spell book, he’s been trying to revive some old tricks and... well...one of them was definitely not supposed to be resurrected. He wipes the soot from his face with the back of his hand, cringing at the smokey smell.

"All I wanted was to transport in time," he grumbles. Seokjin stares out one of the windows and revels in the newfound sunlight. He's locked himself inside for days now and completely forgot that spring is just around the corner. Well, by the looks of it, it's here now and has been for a few days. Bright rays of sunshine cascade down through his window, warming his skin. He closes his eyes and takes in the moment, finally allowing himself a seconds peace of mind.

Opening up his eyes again, he watches as the townsfolk of Daemur bustle about. Ah, to be human and have human agendas. He thinks to himself.

Daemur has always been a quiet town and that's what initially drew Seokjin to it about fifty years ago. The people are kind and over welcoming, but at the same time they keep to themselves unless they want something from him. They never bother to stop and think, "hmmm I wonder why blooms of smoke constantly come out of that weird warlock’s home at the edge of the town?" And for that, Seokjin loves them.

Plus it does make it easier that if they try to find him, they can’t no matter how hard they look. Seokjin is very prideful over his glamour work. What makes the glamour even better is that the town is in the middle of the desert. Most of the time, the people get confused and think it was just a mirage and head back to where they came from.

As the years go on, Seokjin begins to grow rather bored and, if he dare say, lonely. Being the only warlock in town has its nice moments. His favorite part being the constant praise and idol worshipping from the humans whenever he decides to step into town. Who wouldn’t love that? The cons outlist the pros, unfortunately. People are constantly calling out for him asking for help with simple tasks or wanting him to teach them magic and spells and how to summon demons. He can no longer walk about the town freely without someone tugging on his shirt sleeves asking for some sort of favor. Seokjin shudders with the memory of a young man who had approached him several years ago wanting to become Seokjin’s apprentice. Although he could have handled the situation a little bit better and more maturely, Seokjin still blames himself for that man’s death. He had no idea how serious the human boy was about summoning a demon and in Seokjin’s impatient youth, he had given that boy a summoning book. The young boy was charming, had a lot of potential. But so naive. His mundane fascination with magic was what ultimately lead to his undoing. So, Seokjin definitely had to rethink how he handled human affairs after that situation.

He isn't the only magical creature in Daemur, no not even close. Being surrounded by others from his world definitely soothe his mind from time to time. It just isn’t the same as being with those who understand him, those he can relate to. While other magical creatures remain close, he is the only warlock in the vicinity.

Seokjin plops down by the windowsill in his home and continues to stare out at the world before him. Maybe he should move again...he never did like staying in one place too long. The restlessness has definitely been creeping back into his bones like a deep tickle. Despite this, he just can't seem to shake this feeling that something is not only missing, but something very important is here in Daemur. He just hasn't found it yet.

Seokjin is about to get up and practice more spells when there's a knock on his door.

He sighs, tilting his head back for a moment before lowering it and standing to see who could possibly be bothering him yet again. And how the hell did they get past the glamour?

Growing up, your parents tried to hide you from anything that involved magic. Any storybook that had even the hint of magical creatures or magical worlds? Immediately tossed away. You always thought they were just being overprotective, simply trying to shelter their only daughter from delving too far into the world of make believe. You firmly believed this until you were around the age of twelve. That was when you cast your first spell. On accident, of course. But that’s also when you found out that your parents kept your identity from you your whole life. You tried getting them to talk to you about it, but every conversation was immediately diverted. It drove a wedge deep between you and your parents and none of your questions were ever answered.

Until the day they died.

And that's how you got here, walking this long dirt road trying to keep your hopes up and the soles of your shoes in tact. The sun has been beating down on you for the past few days, your skin now sizzling with burns. Your body feels like it'll never stop sweating and every pulse of the vein in your head makes you more and more dizzy. You've already torn the sleeves off of your shirt to use them to wipe off the dirt and sweat, but it just keeps coming back. With just a small backpack resting on your shoulders it's starting to feel as if the entire world is resting there too. Everything you knew growing up was not real.

The dust from the road puffs up in clouds of smoke with every step you take. Your throat feels like sandpaper as you trudge on, knowing very well that the town coming up in a few more miles is your final destination. If only there were some trees or hills or even a single cloud, just something to block this ghastly sun.

You shake your head and trudge on, trying to ditch the negative thoughts. The more you dwell on it the worse it will get.

So, instead, you focus on him.

Waking up feels like trying to shove boulders off of your body. You groan and sit up, trying to rub out the kinks in your neck. Today is the day, the day you make it to Daemur. You shake off your aches and pains and walk with a newfound spring in your step, determination the only thing keeping you going. For the most part, you zone out which helps you maintain your rhythm.

And then you see her, Daemur. In all her glory. Small townhouses erect in the midst of the desert like terrain. But something makes you squint your eyes. It looks to be as if there's grass and shrubbery, trees and flourishment. You look behind you and all you see is the dry with the tiny dirt path you've been walking on. Circling above the town are white puffy clouds, bringing a sense of peace and calm. There's no other explanation for such an anomaly.

The rumors must be true.

Something magical lives here.

You walk into the town and you're surprised with how friendly the public is. On the map it shows that Daemur is a relatively small town with a low population, and yet, many people bustle about with friends and family members, getting fruits and vegetables from street carts and gardening in their front lawns. You smile as you nod and wave back to those who have greeted you as you pass them.

"Oh, miss. You must have traveled so far. Please come sit down and have a glass of water." An elderly woman grasps you by your elbow with a gentle touch. With your body already feeling so weak and at its breaking point, you allow her to herd you into her small cottage house and straight into her dining room. She sits you down and brings you a tall glass of water and sits across from you.

Trying to remain mannerful, you sip on the water and try to look as if you’re not extremely uncomfortable in this stranger’s house. Your throat cries out as the water slowly slides into your mouth, begging you to relinquish your control. In truth, all you want is to take the glass and dump the water right over your head.

"Don't worry, dear. You're more than welcome to use the shower after you get some food and water into your system. I've got some soup warming up on the stove that will be ready soon."

Her kind words make you want to cry tears of relief. She reminds you of your own late grandmother with her long silver hair tucked away in a loose braid, strands twinging out and about. The soft wrinkles around her mouth and eyes show how much she's laughed in her lifetime and that brings a smile to your face. Your original suspicions and uneasiness slowly disappear.

"Thank you. For being so kind. I really wasn't expecting it when I walked into town." You cough slightly as your vocal chords try to adjust from not speaking for so long.

"Nonsense! It's what we pride ourselves on! No stranger should ever feel like an outsider here. We've all grown up in this town together so we all get excited when someone new comes to visit. Oh! By the way, my name is Miana. I always forget to introduce myself," she laughs and hits the edge of the table with her hand as she rocks her body back and forth.

You smile, feeling completely at home with this woman. "I'm Y/N."

"Well, Y/N. You best get cleaned up. I'm sure you're probably here to see the warlock. All the newcomers usually are."

"So he is here! The rumors are true?" You say a little too excitedly. Miana gets up and walks over to the stove and stirs the soup, completely unfazed by your intense enthusiasm.

"Yes. He's here. He's been a true blessing to this town. Saved us from the droughts. Without him, this town wouldn't have survived," she sighs sadly, but smiles immediately afterwards.

That surely explains all the greenery and clouds up above.

"Where is he?" You blurt out a little faster than intended. Miana giggles at you, finding your excitement endearing.

"None of us knows where he resides though. He's very private. Only the deserving can find him."

An eerie wave washes over you. "What do you mean by deserving?" You can't see Miana who's still in the kitchen.

Then, slowly with a voice that could freeze water, she says, "Are you what he deserves?"

You leave Miana's home after taking a shower and eating, her last words dangling around in your head like spiders descending from their webs.

The old woman had disappeared when you emerged from the bathroom, a simple note on the door saying she had gone back into town and that you can stop by the house again if you ever need anything.

Something deep in your gut tells you that you won’t need to go back there.

Are you what he deserves?

"What could that possibly mean?" You ponder out loud. Worry overcomes you. You don't have any money, any unique skills, and your looks are pretty average. How do you know if you're what he deserves?

Passing more cottage homes, you walk deeper into town. That sense of ataraxy you felt when you first arrived is back and you take a moment to relish in it. The cool breeze blankets your skin and soothes the burns on your body. Hot and cold dancing together across the tops of your bare arms and shoulders gives you a sense of floating, like you're ascending away from this world.

You force yourself out of the feeling. There’s no time to waste and you need to focus.

Up ahead is a Brobdingnagian tree standing higher than any building you have ever seen in your entire life. With an abundance of green and yellow leaves, the branches cascade down towards the ground, almost like arms wrapping around something they’re trying to protect. Birds flit around and talk to one another, completely ignoring the people below. You keep walking until you see the top of a chimney with reddish smoke billowing from it. Picking up your pace, you nearly trip over some of the tree roots.

What you thought would be just another cottage turned out to be a grand home, a mansion compared to the other houses in the town. What appears to be a white base coat paint on the house starts to shimmer the closer you get. Almost as if diamonds are laced in the paint. With large windows and a long walkway, this house is a dream come true.

Without really thinking twice, you walk up the steps and grasp the brass knocker and let it fall. Deep, thundering echoes clang throughout the confines of the home, ringing a lot louder than you were expecting.

When you're just about to give up and walk back towards the heart of the town and beg Miana for a place to stay, the door opens. Your heart pounds deep within your chest, your breath catches in your throat. A gorgeous man stands before you in black dress pants and a black button up shirt tucked all the way in. He's wearing an elegant open dress robe with splashes of purples, greens, and blues in what appears to be an upward splattered pattern. Behind the clothes, though, is what really gets your nerves going. This man has a chest reflecting perfect curves of a hilltop, his shoulders broader than the horizon line as he leans against the doorframe. He crosses his arms over his chest and his toned muscles physically bulge. When your gaze meets his you almost gasp for breath. Aloof eyes look you up and down, his jaw clenching before he meets your gaze once more. His black hair curls slightly at the end which would have given him a sweet boyish look if not for his sharp and defined facial features. There's something domineering about his stance, something...powerful.

"Are you going to just stare at me or is there something I can help you with?" He sighs and cocks an eyebrow up.

Panicked, you try to remember what brought you here in the first place.

"I'm uh...looking for someone!" You blurt out.

"Okay. And you need me because..." he draws out the last word, leaning forward slightly.

"I'm looking for a warlock."

This time, his expression changes from curiosity and unamusement to annoyance. His eyes flick up to the corner towards his home and then quickly back to you. He takes part of his bottom lip between his teeth, not necessarily chewing on it, but rather holding it in place. He looks deeply trapped in thought.

"I'm sorry if I'm disturbing you, I'll just go." You point back to the town and begin to turn when he grabs you by the crook of your arm. Heat radiates where he touches you. His hands are darkened with a black ashy substance, smearing traces of it behind on your skin.

"I'm the warlock." He proclaims proudly. He begins to lead you inside his home, your stomach churning from nerves and you hope your arm isn't shaking in his grasp.

He ushers you to the left once inside his home which appears to be his living room. A single grey couch that looks as if it hasn't even been touched faces an unlit brick fireplace. There are shelves surrounding the room with little shiny trinkets and dusty looking books.

The stranger guides you to the couch, motioning for you to sit. Expecting him to sit beside you, you move over to the far side to give him some room. But he remains standing.

"Go on then. Plead your case."

"Plead my...? Excuse me? What's your problem?" Anger flickers deep within your stomach, rising up quickly. You lean forward to look closer at him, your eyebrows knitted firmly together.

"You clearly want something from me. Go on now. Just spit it out and we can get this over with. If it's too boring I'll probably say no. If it's too intense...I'll probably say no. Just get it out there and if it's interesting maybe we can work something out. Go on. You're wasting my time." He walks closer to you and sits on the coffee table, now a little too close to your person. He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, lowering himself to your eye level. He smiles and juts his head to one side, making you want to push him away even more.

"I wanted to ask you about warlock stuff," you say through gritted teeth.

"Adorable! Go read a book on warlocks." He stands up and turns away from you, waving his hand lazily. You stare after him, completely flabbergasted as he walks into the other room. For a moment, you remain on the couch. Should you leave? No. You’ve traveled far too long and endured too much to just give up now. Plus, it’s not like you have a home to go back to. So, instead of sitting there like a useless fool, you stand up and follow him.

The warlock is in his kitchen, leaning over the island and munching on a red apple. He smiles at you quickly with cheeks full before going back to chewing.

After swallowing, he looks at his half eaten apple as if debating on taking another bite or not. “I take it you’re not going to go read a book then?”

“No,” you say flatly. “I came all this way to talk to you specifically.” You keep your voice steady and present yourself as someone who won’t back down easily.

He sighs and takes another bite. “Fine!” Juice dribbles down the sides of his mouth. “Fire away.” He makes a finger gun and fires at you.

Not expecting him to give in so easily, you panic and your brain turns to mush. All the questions you had planned to ask, everything you had prepared, gone. You reach back and scratch the back of your neck, hoping that’ll jog your memory.

"So, uh, how long have you been doing the whole wizarding thing?"

“Wizarding thing? I-" he scoffs, eyes widening for a moment before he shakes his head and walks around the island until he’s invading your personal bubble yet again, jutting a finger into your face. “Let’s get one thing very clear. I am not a wizard. I am not a sorcerer. I am a warlock and you’re pretty damn lucky I’m a nice one too. If you would have called anyone else a fucking wizard they would have sent you to the demon realm faster than you can blink. The only reason why I even brought you into my home was because you somehow managed to slip through my glamour and that is not an easy thing to do.” He tuts and shakes his head.

“I’m-I...I’m sorry? I’m still new to all of this and-...wait. There’s more of you?”

“If there were more of me, sweetheart, the world would most likely implode. But I’m assuming you meant are there more warlocks like me-like us.” He quickly corrects himself and picks up an object from one of his shelves, wincing as he does so. It appears to be a black rock that’s had its sides smoothed and rounded. He twirls the rock in his hand, mulling it over apathetically. “Yes,” he mutters. “There are others.” He stares into the rock more closely. His earlier apathy and sarcastic aura has gone away. He now looks at the object as one would look at an old photograph of their childhood home now demolished into something unrecognizable.

“Wait, how did you know that I’m-?”

“Part warlock?” He interjects. “And yes, you’re a warlock not a witch. I don’t know who started that whole thing- anyways.” He cuts himself off. “Well, for starters, if you were fully human you wouldn’t have been able to find me in the first place.” He gestures around the room vaguely with the rock still in one hand. “This whole place is protected by magic.”

“Why?” You ask.

“I hate door to door salesmen.”

Ignoring his lame attempt at comedic sarcasm, you continue, "So...what you're telling me...is that the whole 'does he deserve you?' thing was all a joke?" Your voice raises near the end of your sentence, your anger getting the best of you. Turning away from the warlock, you pinch the bridge of your nose and take a deep breath to regain your composure.

"Well.” He places the rock back on the shelf and saunters closer, making you back up against the doorframe. He puts his palm against the door, right by your face and leans in further, his voice low and melodic. "Are you deserving of me?"

"No, no, no. She said are you deserving of me," you huff and push him away lightly. You hate the way your heart started to pound the closer he got. And hate the way you almost expected him to kiss you.

"I’m assuming you ran into that old bags Miana. Don't listen to her. She's clinically insane and thinks she belongs in the magic world and is my own personal secretary or something. Oh, and also." He smiles as he walks over to the dinner table and tosses a bright red apple at you and takes a large bite out of his own. "Don't let the whole warlock charm get to you that easily. Make it fun for me at least."

It's like you hit a brick wall. Your eyes widen and your mouth drops open as you brainlessly catch the apple with both hands. Did he make you want to kiss him with magic? Did he make your heart rate increase?

He sighs and leans against the table, now facing you. He takes another bite of the apple and rolls his eyes. "I'm not a faerie, don't worry. I can't use my magical tricks to make you fall in love with me."

Your shoulders relax and you let yourself breathe again.

"Damn, don't look too relieved." He pouts.

"I have every right to throw this apple at you," you taunt.

"Do it." He juts his chin forward and raises his eyebrows as he says it with a nice bright smile to finish it off. You swallow what might as well have been that rock he was looking at earlier.

You let out an annoyed breath and turn away from him, taking an angry bite out of the apple out of spite.

“So, do you have a name or am I just supposed to call you Sir Warlock or something?”

“Oh ho, Sir?” It looks like he’s about to say something more but he laughs before he can get the words out. He continues laughing until tears start to escape the corners of his eyes. You stare at him, annoyed that you’re not in on whatever it is that’s making him laugh so hard.

“Okay. What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” He exhales loudly, wiping the edges of his eyes with his fingers. “Let’s just say...sir is an old...nickname I used to have and completely forgot about.” When he sees you staring at him with a confused stare he pokes his tongue out and bites down, leaning in close to your ear and whispers, “In the bedroom.”

You feel it. All the color leaving your face. It’s like it’s slowly being drained from top to bottom. After all the color is gone, the blood slowly gets pumped back into your face, which feels as if it’s burning and your breaths come out as gasps. This should not be turning you on right now. He is a stranger and you don’t even know his name-

“But you can call me Seokjin.”

“I’m, Y/N.” You smile nervously, avoiding his gaze.

“Great! Now that we’ve been properly introduced, let’s have a meal and we can get to talking.” Seokjin claps his hands and heads to the fridge to take out some leftovers. After getting everything ready, he sets two bowls of dumplings down on the table.

“So, what’s your story then, Y/N? Why did you travel so far to find me?” Seokjin dives into his food, his tone light and curious. The atmosphere has drastically changed since you first arrived. Seokjin appears to be more relaxed and, in all honesty, you feel more relaxed too.

“Well.” You try to chew faster, swallowing your food much too early causing you to gag slightly. Thankfully, Seokjin doesn’t notice. Or, at least, pretends he didn’t. “I came home from school one day to find my parent’s house completely trashed.” You set your fork down by your bowl, gazing deeply into your dumplings. Only, you’re not exactly staring at them. Instead you see the memories of that day as clear as if they were happening right before you once again. “It was clearly a break-in,” you sigh. You can feel Seokjin’s gaze on you, but your eyes remain glued to your food. “I went upstairs to see if they were home. All I saw was their bed had been sliced apart, everything from their closet was scattered on the floor...it was bad. I ran back downstairs to the kitchen and-” your voice cracks then. Taking a few deep breaths to compose yourself, you’re thankful that Seokjin hasn’t tried to say anything to comfort you. He patiently waits for you to continue when you’re ready.

“I found them on the kitchen floor.” You raise your head up and look at your new friend. Wordlessly, he reaches his hand across the table and wraps it over your clenched fist. His hand is warm and a tingling sensations raises from your hand and all the way up your arm. You no longer feel like you’re about to cry and the burdening weight has been lifted from your chest. Your shoulders relax and you look at Seokjin questionably. He gives a short smile, looking away from you.

“It’s an anxiety spell. Thought it would help a little.”

Warmth flutters into your chest as you stare at his hand on top of your own. “It does,” you say.

“So you’re here because you need my help to avenge your parents?” The idea of helping you no longer seems to be annoying to him. He asks this with sincerity and empathy. Although it’s nice and reassuring, it’s not why you came here.

“No. The police found my parents murderer the next day. Their death is not what brought me here.”

He raises an eyebrow, clearly confused.

“I’m here because there was a note in my father’s hand. I think he wrote it before he...died. That’s when I found out they weren’t my real parents. And that’s how I knew to find you.” You pause to take a sip of water, relishing how the cold calms your dry throat.

Setting the glass back down, you look at Seokjin’s hand from your peripheral vision. It’s still wrapped around yours.

A deep insecure thought swarms your mind, one that you’d normally push away and ignore. But something tells you that Seokjin might be just the person who would understand.

“My whole life.” You start out slowly. “I always felt as though I didn’t fit in. There was always something off, something missing. And now I know that basically my whole identity was hidden from me. If you’d have me, I’d love to practice under you. If you could teach me about your world, our world…I think it’s what my dad wanted for me. I think he knew how much I was struggling with myself. I’ll do anything you need me to do. I’ll do all the cleaning and chores...just anything to learn about who I am.”

Seokjin removes his hand from yours and the panic immediately comes back. He doesn’t need anyone to do chores for him! He’s got magic for that!

Seokjin clasps his hands together and looks to his right, towards the window. The trees are dancing in the wind, birds soaring around like little kites. They move with the wind, letting it guide them wherever it pleases.

You push your chair back and stand up, the sound of the legs of the chair against the hardwood floor making you cringe.

“I’m sorry if I overstepped. I understand it’s a lot for me to ask. You barely know me. If you don’t wish to take me on as your apprentice I will search for another teacher.” It takes everything within your willpower to keep your bottom lip from quivering. Seokjin stares at you with shock. Silently, he stands and comes over to you. This is the part where he wordlessly points to the door, you think. Where you have to leave with your tail tucked between your legs. You’ll never be able to scrub off this shame and embarrassment for the rest of your life.

Sparing him, you turn to leave on your own. You manage to take two steps before he grabs your wrist, his grip tight.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You turn back to look at him, trying to keep the tears out of your eyes.

“We have about six hundred years of material to go over. If you want to learn anything we’ll have to get started right away.” Finally, a smile breaks out onto his face. And how could you not smile in return?

Then, a thought dawns on you. “Where will I stay?”

“With me, of course,” Seokjin assures without missing a beat. With his hand still wrapped tightly around your wrist, he guides you to the stairwell. He motions for you to go ahead of him and with your hand hovering lightly over the banister, you do so.

“Are you sure about this? I don’t want to overstep.” The thought of staying in the same house with a warlock as gorgeous as him sends a bolt of electricity throughout your body. What have you gotten yourself into?

“Don’t worry about it. I have plenty of room here anyways. And it’ll be more convenient to have you close so we can get enough training done.” He stops in front of one door in the dark hallway. He places a hand on the knob but hesitates.

“Hey, um. About earlier.” Seokjin raises a hand and rubs the back of his neck, his fingertips brushing the ends of his black wavy hair. “I was rude when we first met. I’m just so used to people bugging me all the time and trying to use me like I’m some dispensable miracle worker. I’m kind of excited to be working with you. It’s been a while since I’ve been around another warlock.”

You smile, taking the compliment more to heart than you probably should.

“Half warlock.” You remind him. He laughs and opens the door to your new bedroom.

You’re panting loudly, clutching at your knees and leaning forward to try to get some oxygen back into your lungs. Sweat races from your temple down to the edge of your jawline, dripping onto the matted flooring. A couple of months ago when you had first started training with Seokjin, you would have been embarrassed for him to see you like this. It was undeniable from the beginning; you have a crush on him. So, of course, being sweaty and gross looking isn’t ideal. But all of those worries and insecurities flew out the window after you realized that you were focusing on the wrong thing. One, you’re here for yourself and to learn more about who you are as a half warlock. And two, the way to impress this warlock was through magic and you’ll be damned if you aren’t going to crush everything he throws at you.

“Good.” Seokjin paces in front of you. “You caught on to that one rather quickly.” He turns his back to you, his hands clasped firmly behind him. You stare down at your bare feet, hoping that you’ll be able to sit down soon. The muscle at the arch of your foot is twitching and tightening with pain and you’re not sure how much more you can take. You’ve been practicing for hours now and haven’t had a break since breakfast.

Suddenly, something twinges in the back of your mind and your head whips up, looking straight ahead. Hovering not even two centimeters away from your right eye is the sharp blade of a small throwing knife. Your heart rate increases, your chest rising and falling more harshly than before as you allow your focus to contract, letting the knife fall on the ground in front of you.

“Very good!” Seokjin claps his hands and rushes towards you. Grasping your shoulders tightly, he gives you a light shake. His smile is contagious and you smile in return before letting your body fall to the floor. You cross your legs and rotate your neck in circles, feeling the pleasurable cracks as you do so.

“Please, no more surprises. The next knife you throw might actually end up in my eye.” You rub your forehead in lazy circles.

Seokjin joins you on the floor and places a white towel on your lap. You pick it up and dab away the pools of sweat surrounding your body.

“I’ve never seen a warlock do that so quickly into their training.” He beams. “I must be a good teacher.”

“I got lucky.” You correct him. “I know all your tricks now.”

“Nope!” His smile is so broad it must be hurting his face at this point. “I threw that with magic. Only very advanced warlocks could catch a knife like that. And even more advanced warlocks can sense that knife was even thrown in the first place. You’re ready for the next step!”

You groan and lay back on your back, throwing your arm over your eyes to protect them from the light above. Every muscle in your body feels heavy, which is funny because your training strictly involves mental work. At this point, your brain might as well just be a bowl of mashed potatoes.

Seokjin moves and you slide your arm up to your forehead so you can watch what he does. He walks over to the other side of the room towards the cubbys that holds your shoes and water. He picks up something you can’t quite make out. You sit up and squint your eyes to try to see better.

“Whatcha doing?” You ask, finally giving up on being sneaky.

“Huh? Oh, sorry, I thought you might have fallen asleep.” Seokjin sets down what you now see is a black rock.

“Is that the same rock thing you bring into every room?”

Seokjin freezes for a moment, his hand still hovering over the object.

“It’s...not a rock.” He hesitates.

“Then...what is it? It has to be important since you carry it around with you.” You see pain flicker in Seokjin’s eyes and you force yourself to stop talking. There is definitely something special about this object and it’s clear he’s struggling to decide if he should tell you or not.

You stand up and walk over to him. You place a gentle hand on his arm to try to get his attention away from the object. There’s something sentimental about it, and yet…

“It brings you pain. Why?”

Seokjin looks at you quickly, surprised at your words for some reason. His eyes shake back and forth, unfocusing and his mouth hangs open slightly. He looks away from you and bows his head back down. Some of his bangs look like they're painfully poking his eyes but he makes no motion to move them. All you want is to reach up and move them away for him, to care for him, but instead, you remain where you are.

“This,” he says slowly and, apparently, painfully. His chest rises and falls in an adante fashion. “This is an orb. From my home realm.”

“I thought most warlocks were born on earth?”

“Yes. I was the first to be born in a demon realm. Uhm.” He pauses and the way he takes in another deep breath pulls on your heart.

“I’m sorry this is not something I have told anyone before.” He admits.

You sit down on the floor once again, pulling on his hand for him to follow you. The orb rests above in its cubby.

“You know you don’t have to tell me anything you’re not comfortable with. It’s your story and I can see there’s some deep hurt relating to this. But I’m here for you and I don’t want you to go through this pain alone.” You reluctantly let go of his hand as he sits down across from you. Both of your knees touch, but you miss the feeling of his hand in yours.

Seokjin is looking down in his lap, lost in thought. You sit there, patiently in silence, waiting for him to talk next.

After a few more moments, he looks back up at you. "It is not uncommon for women to die when giving birth to warlocks." He starts slowly. "So, it's really no surprise that my mother died while giving birth to me." Seokjin looks back down at his hands in his lap, his eyes glossing over as if he was reliving these moments. "My father loved my mother. Or so I've been told," he chuckles and shakes his head, glancing up towards the orb. "I personally don't think demons are capable of love. But he swore on the devil himself that he would have done anything to save her. That's why she was in the demon realm when she gave birth to me. My father thought that having her there would somehow change things. Amongst his colleagues, he thought that they could save her." Seokjin starts to scratch at the tips of his fingers, a nervous habit you recognize. Going against what your mind is screaming at you not to do, you reach forward and take his hand in yours. Rubbing soothing circles with your thumb, you focus your energy towards him like how he trained you to do.

"Thank you," he whispers, squeezing your hand. "It's so weird. I'm older than dirt but I still have a hard time talking about my feelings."

"It's because you're a man." You say quickly and as soon as the words are out of your mouth, you're afraid you've made a joke in the wrong atmosphere.

Seokjin stares at you before he bursts out laughing.

In this moment, time slows. Your eyes close and you feel your body rock with laughter. You lean into Seokjin and he leans into you. Your head rests on his shoulder and you clutch his arm for support. The overwhelming feeling of comfort you feel with Seokjin runs rapidly through your veins until you feel it deep within your heart: You would do anything for him.

Seokjin pushes himself off of you, but keeps his face close to yours with one of his hands resting on your thigh. There's a mystical look in his eyes and for a moment you think that maybe, just maybe, he feels the same way you do.

Your heart flutters with the feeling that he might kiss you and all you can think is, yes. I'm ready.

As you're about to close your eyes and lean in to him, Seokjin clears his throat and looks away from you. Your heart plummets to your stomach and sits there, waiting to be digested.

"My father gave me this orb,” he continues. “Right before I was cast out from my home realm. I was about ten years old at that point. He even named it for me." Seokjin laughs but there's some sarcasm resting deep in there along with pain.

"Ex Nihilo," he spits out the words. He props one knee up and rests his arm upon it, putting his weight on his other hand that's resting against the ground behind him, his body now open towards yours. Seokjin’s looking off into the distance. You rest your hands in your lap and stare at him with wonder. It's difficult to sympathize with him and trying to calculate what to say is getting hard. You want to know what happened with him, but at the same time, you don't want to pressure him.

"Seeing as you've only just begun your Latin classes I'm guessing you don't know what that means." He smiles halfheartedly. "Basically it was father's cruel joke to remind me that I am nothing. I was made of nothing and I will always be...nothing." He pauses and you have the feeling that you should say something. But he continues before you get the chance to decide.

"I feel as though its name has changed though. Right before you arrived I was actually trying to inspect it."

"Can it do that? Change its own name?" You ask.

"It's a magical object after all. I wouldn't look past it." He shrugs. The orb is perfectly within his peripheral vision. Seokjin continues to look forward.

"What's its name now?"

"Mea culpa." He laughs.

"'My fault,'" you recite in a whisper. "Seokjin. Whatever happened to your mother, it is most definitely not your fault. You were a baby. You had no control over that. This might be a no shit thing to say but your father is a demon and his only agenda was to make you feel worthless because he couldn’t get what he wanted. You’ve taught me yourself. Demons are selfish, cunning, and heartless. Why would your father be any different?"

"Thank you, Y/N." Without much warning, Seokjin takes your hand in his and examines it. Goosebumps erupt over your body and each part of your skin that connects with his feels electric.

"I don't know if I'll ever believe that. But I'm trying."

"Sometimes that's all we can do."

The morning sun rises the next day before Seokjin can even peel himself out of his sulfuric smelling clothes. Asmodeus really did have a unique smell of his own.

Seokjin sighs and changes quickly, wanting to be one of the first people at the market when it opens.

Fumbling with his shirt buttons, he gets through half of them before realizing he has put his shirt on inside out. Seokjin’s head pounds as he tries to focus, the lack of sleep clearly catching up to him. Trying to shake it off, he goes into the bathroom and splashes cold water onto his face before heading out the door.

Seokjin's leisure stroll is interrupted by the sudden chaos that greets him as he reaches the main street of Daemur. People everywhere are screaming, not in pain, but in anguish. More than a handful of people are leaning against objects or buildings, clutching their stomachs as they vomit. Others are moaning as they sway back and forth, the focus and light completely gone from their eyes. Something about this sudden heatwave is affecting the people not just physically, but mentally as well. Normally his magic helps keep the town nice and cool despite being in the middle of the desert. But something has changed. Seokjin can't deny the pull on his own sanity. It tickles in the back of his brain like a loose hair stuck inside his shirt.

As he approaches the market area, Seokjin jumps out of the way of a human male who’s shirt has caught fire. A woman, also human, runs after him, with a flaming torch raised high above her head.

“Sleeping with another woman!” She shrills. “After all we’ve been through together!”

The man continues to scream and drops down to the dusty ground and rolls around doing his best to put out the fire.

The man rises to his knees after the fire has been extinguished, panting heavily as he tries to regain his breath. Soot is smeared across his face and a good chunk of his hair has been singed off. The shirt he's wearing looks as if one touch will make it crumple off of his body. “I swear, my love! I don’t know what happened! It was as if I was possessed! One minute I was talking to the trader and the next I was suddenly in love with her! It was like magic possessed me, I swear! I don't even remember having sex with her!”

Like magic. Huh.

Seokjin continues on, leaving the couple and ignoring the unsettling feeling forming in the pit of his stomach.

He walks over to a cart and inspects some of the vegetables and expects the cart merchant to greet him as he always does. But he’s nowhere in sight.

Something strange is going on indeed.

Conjuring up that spell couldn’t have had anything to do with this…could it?

Abandoning the produce, Seokjin hurries home to make sure you're okay.

"Y/N!" Seokjin calls out as he enters the home. "They were, uh, out of cabbage!" He quickly, and poorly, lies.

"I don't remember asking for cabbage."

The sultry tone of your voice hidden upstairs throws Seokjin off guard and makes him stop in his place. That's not how you normally talk. Seokjin's afraid to admit it, but it sounds like you're trying to be...seductive?

"Are-are you okay?" He calls up from the bottom of the staircase.

Soft and even footsteps come towards him. His heart rate quickens and for the first time in a couple hundred years, Seokjin is truly nervous.

He watches as your fingertips touch the banister lightly as you descend the stairs. Seokjin closes his eyes and imagines that it's his arm your finger is trailing down. That thought alone is euphoric.

He opens his eyes and finally gets a good look at you. And what he sees is truly mouthwatering. You're wearing a black lingerie set with matching robe hanging loosely off your body. Seokjin licks his lips eagerly.

The spell worked!

You stop on the last step so that you're a good few inches taller than he is. Seokjin cranes his head slightly to look up at you and with every piece of willpower he can harness, he tries to keep the excitement out of his face. And his pants.

You reach out and trace along his jawline and, once again, it takes everything in Seokjin to contain himself. There's fire within your touch and it causes his entire body to burst into metaphorical flames.

There's a momentarily dazed look in your eyes, as if you're zoning in on something far away. As quick as it came, it's gone and you're pulling Seokjin's chin up towards you where you kiss him hungrily. It's not exactly how Seokjin had dreamt his first kiss with you would go. Where he expected slow and gentleness, this was fast and intense. Power surges through his lips as he fights for dominance but you’ve quickly taken control. Your arms wrap around his shoulders and a moan escapes his lips as you tug on the ends of his hair by the nape of his neck. Intrigued, Seokjin moves his hands beneath your robe and wraps his arms around your waist. He clings to your soft skin, letting his nails drag lazily over each individual rib. You sigh against his mouth, arching your back as you cling to him.

Panting heavily, Seokjin breaks his lips away from yours. "I've been waiting so long for this. You have no ide-"

"Shut up I don't care. I need you right now," you growl and throw yourself back onto him. The sudden impact of your body against his causes Seokjin to stumble backwards. You lose your footing and almost slip off the step.

The loss of balance jumbles some fogginess in Seokjin's brain that he didn't realize was there. Clarity comes forth as he looks back at you and realizes something isn't right.

Then it clicks. The couple in town, the sick, that far away look in your eyes...

"Y/n, hey, snap out of it. Something weird is going on. This isn't you." He holds you at your biceps and a low whine leaves your lips. Your hair spools onto your face, covering your eyes and getting into your mouth, but it looks like it's not bothering you one bit. You smile devilishly with your teeth showing, sliding your tongue slowly across the tops of your teeth.

"I know you want me," you chuckle out a purr, your hands begin to roam across his chest in a hypnotic pattern. "I know how much you want me to suck your big fat cock and-"

"Okay! Nope! We are stopping this right now!" Seokjin manages to pull himself completely out of the fog and cuts you off and, meaning no real harm, pushes you away from him. He hates how hard it is to do so. He can feel his cock twitching inside his pants and he has to take a moment to recollect himself.

You stumble back on the stairs, losing your balance and landing firmly on your butt. Seokjin closes his eyes tightly and gathers all of his strength to remember a spell, any spell, that could help him in this moment.

Seokjin opens his eyes suddenly and thrusts his closed fist in your direction. "Deditionem!" he yells as he opens his hand so that his palm faces you.

Trembling, your head turns to the ceiling, your neck stretching and constricting in a painful-looking manner. When you look back at him, the glossy look is gone from your eyes. His shoulders relax and he rushes to you.

"Seokjin? What happened?" you wonder.

As he's holding you, he hits a mental brick wall. An idea formulates quickly in his head but it can't possibly be true. That damned demon couldn't have tricked him...or could he? Was Seokjin not clear enough when he said he needed a love potion?

"Don't worry. I think you're just dehydrated from all the training. Magic has weird ways of messing with your brain. Doesn’t help that it’s been abnormally humid outside as well." He stands you up and covers you up with the robe you're wearing, tying a tight bow across your stomach. He sees your eyes widen, a slight gasp to go with it, as you realize what you're wearing. Neither of you acknowledge it as you cross your arms firmly against your chest.

Walking you to the kitchen, Seokjin sits you down on a stool and goes to get you a glass of water. As he's sliding the cup across the kitchen island, his heart feels as if someone is gripping it tightly, squeezing it until it's suffocating. You're not looking at him and he's terrified that things have changed drastically between you.

After a few long, agonizing moments of silence pass with you gingerly sipping on your water, Seokjin breaks the silence.

"I felt it too."

Your eyebrows furrow as you glance in his direction. "Felt what?"

"That weird...I don't know something weird with my brain. It was like someone put a damp blanket over it. All of a sudden my thoughts were clouded and everything seemed confusing. And...to be perfectly blunt here...I got really horny?"

You had just taken another sip of your water, but it doesn't stay in your mouth long as you practically inhale it with surprise. You cough loudly, pounding your fist against your chest to try to get the remaining droplets out of the wrong tube and down the right one. Seokjin wants to come over and rub your back to help except the timing just didn't feel quite right for him to touch you.

"Well." You try to speak but just end up coughing more. "Thank you for your honesty. Really wasn't expecting that kind of answer." You laugh and swivel your body to face him,  

Seokjin presses his lips firmly together before erupting with laughter. Both of your heads lean in with one another, letting the stress of the moment lift from your bodies as you continue to giggle it out. Tears prick the corners of Seokjin's eyes and his ribs start to get increasingly painful with each chuckle.

“If you feel that weird haze coming back over you, remember to concentrate and center yourself. Weird stuff is going on in the town and it’s affecting the humans a little bit more intensely than us.” Seokjin looks at you with deep concern. You’re slouching, putting all of your weight on to the counter. Your eyes flicker, trying to remain open but wanting so desperately to close.

“Let’s get you to bed,” he whispers. You lift your arms out towards him and his heart beats harder in his chest than when he saw you practically naked. Seokjin’s fingers feel tingly as he wraps his arms around your body and lifts you up. He carries you to your room and is about to set you on the bed when you pipe up.

“Stay with me.” Your voice is lower than a whisper, but he hears you loud and clear.

Seokjin sits down with his back against the headboard, his arms still wrapped tightly around your sleeping form. Your head is resting perfectly against his chest, right over his heart.

The next morning Seokjin is enthusiastically bustling around in the kitchen preparing different platters. Under his breath, he hums an upbeat tune. It would be endearing if it hadn't woken you up from a deep sleep. Your were having a weird dream that involved you very confidently confessing your attraction to Seokjin. Waking up had you feeling confused on so many levels. The dream felt so real and you could have sworn Seokjin had stayed with you last night.

"What's up?" You mumble, rubbing your knuckles across the tops of your eyelids.

“Hey!” Seokjin smiles brightly at you, giving you zero clues to if anything abnormal had happened last night. “How did you sleep?”

“Okay, I guess. I think I had a weird dream and...now that I think of it...I don’t remember much from last night?”

Seokjin turns his back to you and continues cooking. “Oh...haha...that’s weird! It must be from the heat!”

“Yeah.” You rub your forehead. “Must be.”

"Well, I have exciting news!" Seokjin turns around and smiles at you before continuing to season what looks to be eggs. There's a small flame flickering mid air as his pan floats above it. Seokjin looks at it and twirls his finger at it, causing the pan to shuffle the eggs around.

"Gotta love magic." He winks.

You sit down at the table and yawn. "What's the news?"

"We're going to throw you an Ad Aetetem!"

"An adda what?"

"Ad Aetetem!" Jubilantly he sits down next to you and pats his hands on your knees. "It's a warlock tradition! When a warlock comes of age, we throw an Ad Aetetem to properly introduce them to the world. It's a very big celebration, very important to our culture. We can invite the whole town! We can dance, feast, and everyone can get to know you."

You're not gonna lie. His excitement is a little too much to handle this early in the morning. Normally, you wouldn't care about a formal party such as this, but that youthful flicker in Seokjin's eyes is contagious. A smile creeps up on your face. It would be kind of nice to have a party thrown in your honor.

"Okay." Chuckling, you look down at your lap before looking back at him. "Let's do it."

The following weeks, all you discussed was your Ad Aetetem. From the colors to the food to the music, Seokjin made sure everything would be perfect for you. All of this attentive pampering definitely did not help you extinguish the little crush you had on him. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't seem to distance your feelings for him.

Over the next couple of weeks, Seokjin passionately invests himself in teaching you the remaining little tidbits of what will be expected at you Ad Aetetem, from the dances that will be performed down to the dress you’ll wear.

“Don’t worry too much about it all. I’ll be right there with you. There won’t be other warlocks since there aren’t any who live nearby, so a lot of these traditions can’t be completed like the group magic dance.” He’s talking a little faster than normal, flipping through pages of an old book to show you different drawings of other coming of age ceremonies.

“What other creatures will be there?” In the handful of months you’ve spent in Daemur, you haven’t actually come across another magic creature. Seokjin had told you that the other creatures don’t like to mingle that often and reside themselves in neighboring areas, but you’ve always been curious to meet them.

“Uh, let’s see, merpeople can’t...for...obvious reasons. But I’ve gotten RSVP’s from werewolves and vampires. Some humans will be there as well. I sent out invitations to the faeries but...I don’t think any of them will be coming.” “Why not?” You ask curiously.

“The faeries and I have a history.” He licks his lips nervously and focuses on the book he’s holding. “And the townspeople suspect the faeries have something to do with this heat and everyone acting crazy.” “Oh. I see. What do you think?”

“I, uh, I’m not sure. They’re tricky creatures. Very easy to fall into their traps. But don’t worry.” He smiles and closes the book. “They’re very smart and can fend for themselves. I keep my distance from them.” He articulates slowly.

You spend the rest of the day finalizing the plans with one another, but that quickly turned into the two of you just talking long into the night about everything and nothing all the same.

You pace back and forth in your room, your dress feeling more constricting against your ribcage as the seconds go by. Pressing your fingers to your lips, you try to focus. It's just a party! No big deal! Well, except it's a party for you and people are here for you and you'll need to talk to all of these people- shit wait. Some of them aren't even people!

Little by little, you're giving yourself a headache and wondering why all of this is even necessary.

A few more anxiously drawn out minutes go by before Seokjin's head pokes through the door, a large smile on his face as he greets you.

"You ready to get this thing going-? Oh no." He rushes in and stands before you. "Y/N. What's wrong?"

You wish he'd take your hands, that way they'd be out of your face. You can't seem to move them elsewhere, though. Instead of gnawing on your fingernails you resort to worrying away the inside of your cheek.

"Don't worry about them. They're here to celebrate you. It's really important in our culture when a warlock comes of age. I want you to be able to experience it."

"You said that they usually come of age at like...eight. I'm twenty-three."

"Better late than never! Also, look at it this way. Normal warlocks take eight years to master their basic spells, thus coming of age. You've been here only a few months, no prior training and barely any knowledge of the magic world. You've surpassed them all by far." Seokjin grasps your shoulders and gives you a slight shake, smiling down at you. "Give yourself more credit."

His words make you want to cry with how sincere they are. Seokjin may be all jokes ninety-eight percent of the time, but in moments like these, he really comes through for you.

You straighten your shoulders and lift your head up higher, allowing yourself to smile back at him.

"There she is!" He chuckles and holds out his elbow to you. You take it gladly and let him walk you out. "There's my girl," he says softer and opens the door.

The sound of cheers, clapping, laughter, and dancing footsteps can all be heard at your Ad Aetetem. Versatile colors splash across the dance floor as people move to and fro. Long tables sit against the walls with an assortment of fish and chicken, complemented by an array of fruit and vegetable platters. Another table holds an Ad Aetetem tradition of drinks mixed with spells to keep the party alive. Fan favorites include a truth serum, hair color change, cup of laughter, and one that makes you sneeze bubbles, amongst others. Seokjin warned you beforehand to not drink any of the drinks that were darker in color because those are the ones that tended to have the most consequences. An orchestrated band is playing on the stairwell as people continue to dance before them. Bright and shiny new chandeliers hang high above, casting rays of yellow.

A fair amount of people showed up, a couple hundred or so. You were not aware that many people even lived around this area. You’re happy to see that the vampires and werewolves are mingling happily with one another and the attending humans.

The party had started half an hour before you made your appearance, as per tradition. Seokjin made a beautiful introductory speech as you descended the stairs, greeting everyone with a smile.

You did your best to talk to as many people as possible, all you really wanted, though, was to dance with Seokjin.

You notice very quickly that Seokjin is popular amongst the majority of the crowd.

As Seokjin gets pulled in several different directions by those pining after his attention, someone else approaches you.

“Hi,” a sheepish voice behind you calls. “My name is Shinwon. Do you want to dance?” You turn to see a tall curly haired handsome man smiling down at you with soft eyes.

“I would love to!” You take his hand and he leads you to the dance floor. You quickly look around to see if you can spot Seokjin, but to no avail.

You learn that Shinwon is a werewolf who has recently joined a neighboring pack. It takes a bit to get him out of his shell, but a few jokes here and there have him laughing in no time.

“Thank you for inviting me to your party, Y/N.” His voice is soft and calming as he talks.

“I’m glad you came. It means a lot to me.”

Shinwon lifts his arm up to twirl you and then pulls you against his chest.

“Your dress is very pretty, by the way. Lilac really suits you.”

Biting your lip nervously, you try to contain your smile. Is he flirting with you?

You’re about to respond to him when you look up and see Seokjin staring at the two of you with two cups in his hands.. His eyes are slightly widened as well as his mouth. Before you can say anything, he dashes out of sight.

“Excuse me, Shinwon. I have to go find someone.” You break from Shinwon’s embrace and leave the dancefloor.

You look around for Seokjin for a few minutes before you find him standing against the wall with a man you’ve never met before, but they appear to be close friends. They laugh with drinks in their hands talking about who knows what. You walk over to them when something the other man says pricks your ears.

“So, you gotta tell me, now that you’ve had some of that truth concoction, did you have anything to do with this weird heatwave or was it the faeries like everyone else is saying?”

Seokjin laughs and slaps the guys shoulder. “That’s not fair...you know I can’t lie...it was me though. A mistake! But me nonetheless…” He sways in a drunken like state.

“Buddy! What happened?” They both laugh.

“I tried to make her love me by using something I got from a demon, but I guess he tricked me!” Seokjin laughs softer now and shakes his head.

You stand frozen in place, utterly confused at what Seokjin has just admitted.

He wouldn’t...he wouldn’t...

“I’m in love with her,” he sighs.

That’s it, you’ve had enough. You march over to them and grab Seokjin by the front of his shirt and drag him away from his friend and out of the ballroom. You walk briskly up the stairs until you reach your bedroom, closing the door behind you as you turn to face Seokjin.

“Hey!” He yells at you and you release him from your grasp. “What gives?”

“You tried to curse me into loving you,” you accuse flatly.

“I-.” He pauses and swears under his breath, realizing he’s been caught. “Well, don’t say it like that!” He groans. Seokjin distraughtly places his hands against his cheeks and shakes his head vigorously. Very slowly he slides his hands downward, still pressed to his face, causing his skin to squish and slide humorously until the ends of his palms meet and he’s standing there in a prayer pose. “I tried to-”

“You used a curse to make me love you, but it didn’t work and that’s why I threw myself at you that one day.” You interrupted, all the pieces finally connecting with one another. "I thought that had been a dream but it all makes sense now. You even said when we first met that warlocks can't make people fall in love with them and yet you still tried this-"

“Okay fine!” He throws his hands up in defeat. “I tried to use a spell, not a curse! And it very clearly did not work out in my favor so I apologize.” He courtesies dramatically and it takes everything in you to hold in your laughter. Of course you want to be mad at him for being so stupid, and yet, you can’t help but be thrilled that he feels the same as you.

“Well.” You walk over to Seokjin and reach past his head to grab a dusty old book off it’s shelf. Feeling him tense from the mere implication that you might touch him surged a whole new type of power through your body. You smirk, paying more attention to the book. “That explains why my eggs reeked of sulfur.” You glance at him slyly. His mouth drops open quickly and shuts just as fast. “For someone so old,” you sigh and place the book back. “I’d figure you’d have more experience with the ladies.”

“Hey now, I’m not that old!” He whines.

“You’ve told me before how even you don’t know how long you’ve been alive.”

There’s a long pause where, once again, you try to reign in your laughter as Seokjin scrambles to defend himself.

After a few incomprehensible words and sputtering, Seokjin gives up.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I messed up.” He hangs his head low and covers his eyes with one of his hands.

You try to think of what to say next, your heartbeat punches against your ribcage taking your breath away. Your mind can only settle on one thing.

“I think I know why the spell didn’t work.”

Jin looks down at the ground near his feet.

“-Because I’m incapable of being loved-”

“-Because I’m already in love with you-”

You both say at the exact same time.

Seokjin’s eyes widen and you cover your mouth with shock.

“Jin...you can’t honestly believe that to be true!”

“I’ve lived for how long now? I don’t think I even know anymore. Countless times I’ve had hope. Countless times I believed love was true. Then I met you. And I knew. I knew deep down that love is real. Until I saw you flirting with that werewolf and I rethought everything. And I thought back to everything my father has said to me...”

“I love you.” You blurt out. Seokjin’s eyes widen as he stares at you and you can see that in his heart he still doesn’t believe you.

“I knew there was something special about you from the moment we meant that went beyond your status as a warlock. That werewolf? Shinwon? Yeah he’s nice, but he’s just not you. I don’t want anyone else, Seokjin.” Now you hear your heart beating in your ears, making you feel dizzy. All you want is for him to believe you.

For a moment, you’re afraid that he doesn’t.

Until…

“I’ve wanted to do this since the moment you figured out the mea culpa.”

And that’s when he gives in to the magnetic pull between both of your lips. An electric current hits your lips and travels down throughout your whole body. One of his hands cusps the side of your cheek, his thumb molding perfectly with the curvature of your neck underneath your ear. A deep sigh dances freely out of your lips as Seokjin continues to deepen the kiss.

Not even vampires feel this hungry.

He deepens the kiss further and you feel giddy at how he can't seem to get enough of you, but, neither can you get enough of him.

Both of your hands roam over each others bodies as if searching for something they've been missing for a long time. As Seokjin pulls on your lips, you're pulling on his shoulders, trying to find any way to get your bodies closer to one another.

There's magic within his lips and after all of your training you know he's not doing it on purpose. This is a natural magic, a natural bliss.

No kiss could compare to this one.

Seokjin's tongue swipes against your bottom lip. You gladly part your lips and submit to his tongue, following his lead as you wrap around each other. When you break apart you're left gasping for air. The hungry look hasn't left his eyes and it's clear that he's not finished with you yet.

His hands roam within your hair, almost massaging your scalp.

"You're so beautiful," he moans, his voice raspy. You groan as he tugs on your hair, making your chin tip upward towards the ceiling. Seokjin takes a long lick at your neck, making you shiver within his grasp. He starts slowly nibbling on your neck where he licked you, each love bite sending shots of arousal down to your sex.

All you want is for him to touch you.

Seokjin takes your earlobe between his teeth and that's when you can't hold in your moans any longer.

"You like that?" He groans with your earlobe still caught in his mouth. He bites down harder and pulls slightly. The pain causes you to wince and lean in towards him.

You clutch onto his chest, gripping his shirt within your fingertips.

"Kiss me again," you pant out, barely able to get the words to formulate right. But he understands you perfectly.

This time, he approaches you slowly. Placing both hands on either side of you, he presses his forehead lightly against yours, guiding you back until you're laying down on the bed. Seokjin takes a moment and brushes your hair aside. There's so much love in his eyes as he looks at you and you think that you might cry. The way he carefully brushes your hair away and continues to comb his fingers through your hair is beyond blissful at this point.

No one has ever looked at you like this, as if you were the only thing that mattered.

"I love you," he whispers so slowly it could have been a song. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you smile up at him.

"All my life," you whisper back. "There has only ever been you." You reach up and grab the collar of his shirt and pull him down to you.

This kiss is slower, more gentle. He molds his lips carefully with yours, drawing them out as long as he can.

One of his hands brushes back the hem of your shirt. His fingers dig into the skin above your hip making you gasp against his mouth. Surely there will be little half moon markings from his nails later. You reach up and weave your fingers into his hair, tugging slightly to see how he responds. He moans into your mouth and sinks his fingers deeper into your skin, moving his hand down along your hip until he reaches your back. You arch with the pain, causing your hips to buck against his crotch.

That was all it took.

Seokjin quickly pushes your shirt up as far as he can. You push him back until you're sitting up and take your shirt off all the way. Seokjin marvels at your chest and it doesn't take long until his hands are cupping your breasts. His fingers graze lazily across your nipple, causing you to shudder in front of him.

Suddenly, he pulls himself off of you.

“Go downstairs and tell everyone the party is over,” he growls, readjusting his shirt and pants. “There’s something I have to do.”

Your face feels warm and flushed as you yourself adjust your own shirt back into place. With magic you re-sinch the strings of your corset and hurry downstairs.

After everyone has left, there's a loud crash from above. You rush up the stairs and open the door to Seokjin’s study to see him surrounded by broken glass. In his hand he's holding the orb his father gave him. Seokjin is hysterically laughing, his hair matted and sticking out in odd directions.

"Jin...what's going on?" You say cautiously.

"It all makes sense! He's the reason why I've been trapped! He's the reason I can't move on. This orb. He's used it to poison my brain."

"Do you mean your father?" You take a few steps into the room, holding out your hands in front of you to keep him from doing anything too drastic.

"Yes my father. He gave me this so that I could torture myself. All my life I grew up carrying this thing around. But no more. Today is the day I end this stupid spell. I don't need his constant reminders. I can't move on until this is destroyed." With that said, Seokjin raises the orb high above his head and throws it down towards the ground. It shatters with a satisfying sound, sprinkling the floor with what looks like diamonds.

After a moment, the shards evaporate into bluish smoke surrounding Seokjin. His eyes widen in panic.

"Fuck. I didn't think about something possibly being inside." He looks around him to make sure none of it touches him.

Bewildered, he looks up towards you, a distraught look in his eyes.

"Y/N!" He yells and dashes towards you. You look around you to see where he was looking at and see that one of the shards slid to your right and the smoke started to cling to you like a bur. Frozen in place, your mind stresses to figure out what to do. There’s a scream in the distance and you’re barely able to recognize it as your own. You don't have long to think before Seokjin crashes into you. You brace for the impact thinking that your back was going to hit harshly against the floor. But, instead, you're hovering in Seokjin's arms.

"I got you. I got you." He says over and over again, cradling your head in one of his arms, his hand firmly pressed against the top of your scalp. He turns his head away from you and blows out with an inhuman amount of force, sending all of the smoke back to the back of the room and away from you both.

To your surprise, nothing more comes of the smoke.

"I think it was meant to kill me if I touched it." Seokjin is staring at the parts of your shirt that have been disintegrated by the smoke.

Suddenly, Seokjin's body stiffens up. His eyes roll to the back of his head and his muscles begin to tremble.

"Seokjin!" You scream as he falls to the ground. You feel a current of power surge around you as he Seokjin remains on the ground. A hauntingly evil voice echoes within the crevices of your mind. No audible words are said, but dark and painful memories resurface to the front of your mind. Squinting your eyes shut and smacking your hands over your ears, you rock back and forth and mumble one of the many chants Seokjin has taught you that's supposed to help keep evil at bay. You repeat it over and over again until the energy finally leaves, making you gasp.

When Seokjin comes to, the first thing he does is wipe the drool from his chin. He sits up slowly, staring at his hands as if he didn’t recognize them.

“It’s over, now. I’m free.” He jumps to his feet and laughs.

“Something does feel different,” you admit. “As if there aren’t anymore clouds in my mind. Everything is so much clearer.”

Seokjin looks at you and smiles. “It’s all thanks to you.” He embraces you, kissing you softly as he pulls you closer.

You accidentally poke your tongue against his bottom lip, but he runs with it. Pushing his tongue into your mouth, you let him overcome you. The kiss quickens and soon enough you’re both panting, desperately grabbing at each other until he can’t take it any longer. Seokjin breaks the kiss to pick you up into his arms and rushes back into your bedroom. He throws you onto your bed and starts taking his clothes off of you.

“I believe we have some unfinished business to attend to.”

Apparently it doesn’t take much to make you come undone.

You strip off your clothes before he’s back on top of you, his mouth attacking yours. You grasp his shoulders tightly, making him groan as your nails sink into his skin.

Seokjin moves off of you and lays on his side while you remain on your stomach. As he continues to kiss you, his hand trails down lower and lower until it reaches your folds. He takes one finger and rubs little circles around your clit, eliciting sweet moans from you. He moves his finger lower until it’s at your entrance and he slowly pushes it inside.

“You’re so wet for me already,” groaning he curls his finger upward to hit your sensitive spot. “You haven’t even gotten my cock yet.”

With that said, you reach your hand over to grasp his hardened member, giving it a few pumps as he continues his ministrations.

“I want you,” you sigh loudly, unable to go a second longer without him filling you up. “I want you inside me, please.”

You don’t have to tell him twice.

He sits up and moves himself between your legs, giving his cock a few pumps before he lines himself up to your entrance. He enters you slowly, the head of his cock throbbing as he pushes himself in deeper. You lean your head back as a loud moan erupts deeply from his chest. He lifts his head towards the ceiling in pleasure. He brings his head back down slowly, his eyes fluttering as he regains his focus on you. His stare alone is sexy. His forehead is already beaded with sweat and a thick strand of his hair is slick with sweat and stuck on his forehead. His panting is borderline animalistic.

“I don’t think I gave you warlock sex education.” Jin pants through his chuckling and smirks at you. Panicking, you assume something grotesque is about to happen and wonder if you should back out. His cock still deep inside you, he leans his head down towards your ear.

You feel his breath tickle the edges of your ear, causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand up as he says, “Our stamina is out of this world.”

That’s when he slides himself almost all the way out of you, only to immediately slam back in. A high pitched gasp leaves your chest and you instinctively reach out to grasp onto his arms that are on either side of your head.

“Stay with me, baby girl.”

You nod your head rapidly, trying to calm down your thoughts, but all you can think about is how good he feels inside of you.

“Use your words now and tell me.” Seokjin leans back slightly and with the gentleness of a dove, he places his hand at the base of your throat. “Does this feel good? Being stuffed full of cock?”

“Yes,” you moan, wishing desperately for him to move.

“Yes, what?” His fingertips drum against the side of your throat one at a time.

“Yes, Seokjin.” You’re barely able to finish saying his name. His hand closes around your throat, choking a gasp out of you.

“If you want to cum tonight you’ll think back to when we first met. Particularly to one specific conversation we had. Now, let’s try this again.” He leans in closer to you until the tips of your noses touch. “Yes, what?”

It doesn’t take you long to realize just exactly the conversation he’s referring to.

“Yes, sir! Yes, sir!” You moan as he thrusts deeply into you and releases your throat at the same time. You gasp for air right as the tip of his cock hits your sensitive spot, eliciting a rugged and broken inhale from your lungs.

“Good girl,” he praises and quickens his pace, continuing to pound you into the mattress. “You look so beautiful, taking my cock so well. Do you want to cum? Huh? Do you think you deserve to cum?”

“Yes, sir, please. Please let me cum.” You cry out.

“Ahh. You’ve been a good girl.” With that said, he presses a finger firmly over your clit before circling the nub. You arch your back and lewdly moan out as he continues his thrusts. The build up happens all too quickly and before you know it, the corners of your eyes become blurry and you’re coming undone.

After you come down from your orgasm, Jin removes his cock from your drenched pussy and stands up off the bed.

“What?-”

“Down.” He snaps his fingers and points down towards his cock. A thick line of your arousal drips from the tip of his head down into the carpet.

“Do not make me tell you again.” He commands.

“Yes, sir.” You immediately scramble off the couch and get down on your knees, grasping his cock with both hands and giving it a couple of pumps before laying the tip on your tongue. The sweet tang of your juices on your tongue is almost too overwhelming, but you don’t dare remove him from your mouth. The taste of your own juices lathering your tongue is an experience you're not quite used to. Just feeling how sweet you taste around his cock sends another burst of arousal throughout your body. With your lips wrapped securely around the tip, you use your tongue to swirl around his shaft, causing a very rewarding moan from Seokjin. You do this a couple more times as you sink your mouth further and further down his cock. As you reach the base of his cock you gently grasp his balls in one hand, squeezing lightly as you let your throat adjust to his length. Seokjin grips his hands tightly on your hair at the scalp of your head. Tears sting your eyes at the pull of his hands, but it’s all pleasure, no pain.

“Fuck are you going to just swallow me whole or start sucking?” Seokjin answers for you by using his hands to guide your head back and forth on his cock while you continue to gently massage his balls.

“Oh yeah, baby. Just like that.” He moans, encouraging you to continue. His cock fits deliciously inside your mouth. His girth alone makes you feel as if you have to put in work. There’s this underlying need to prove your worth and to satisfy him in any, and every, way. Picking up your tempo, you watch as Seokjin comes undone by your movements.

You release his cock from your mouth and slowly swipe your tongue around the tip, causing Seokjin to shiver almost violently. You seize the opportunity and press your tongue firmly on his slit.

"Oh, fuck!" He yells and clutches the top of your head, your hair weaving around his long slender fingers. Shutting your eyes tightly you try to ignore the sting on your scalp and focus on getting him closer to his release.

Right when you think you've got him, he pushes your head back and removes himself from your mouth.

"I need...to ask you...something," he pants heavily, sweat dripping down the side of his forehead and sliding past his temple. Something seemingly unattractive such as sweat has you licking your lips and struggling to breathe.

"Anything," panting out, you watch as he smiles quickly.

"Have a baby with me."

You should be shocked, thrown off guard, arousal evaporated. All of those things would make sense, but what made more sense is him. All you've ever wanted was a family of your own and ever since discovering who your real parents were, you've had this empty looming space within your chest. Warlocks can't have children together. But you're not full warlock now, are you?

"Will it work?" You ask quietly.

"It's worth a shot. I mean, look at you. You’re half warlock. Maybe the human part of you can still conceive.” Seokjin kneels down next to you and cusps your cheek in his hand. “All my life, I've been alone. Now with you, everything feels complete. All my life I've watched others have their own families while I'm stuck here isolated. If we could have our own family..."

You smile, understanding his desire in a way you can't explain.

"Let's do it," you whisper confidently.

Something switches in his eyes and then he's hungrily grabbing at your hips and flips you over so your ass is up and facing him. With one swift motion Seokjin slaps your ass firmly with the palm of his hand, quickly rubbing small circles over the spot instantly after impact.

"I'm going to fill you up so good, baby," he coos and takes his cock and slowly rubs it up and down against your folds.

"Don't tease," you say into the pillow, want and need dripping from your vocal chords. It takes everything in you to resist every urge to buck back against him. The stimulation on your clit is making you see stars in the corners of your vision.

"What's teasing is that empty womb of yours," he grunts and inserts himself back into you. The familiar stretch brings forth a satisfying moan from your lips. He remains still for a moment to let you adjust and to catch his breath. In this moment you wish you could see his face or know what he's thinking exactly. Right now, you're having a hard time forming any coherent thoughts other than 'fuck' and 'this feels good'.

When Seokjin starts to move again there's something sobering about the way he rocks his hips gently, hitting your sweet spot in a sensual manner. You crane your neck to try to get a view of him to see if something's wrong. He continues his slow rhythm, breathing heavily behind you.

"Seokjin?-"

"I want to come like this." He picks up his speed, but does not increase his intensity.

And that's when you feel it, a touch of energy reaching out towards you. You gasp out loud as you realize that he's omitting his thoughts out towards you. No images appear in your mind, yet you know what he's trying to convey; his love for you.

Eyes watering, you feel yourself beginning to uncoil once more. Seokjin groans behind you, his pace quickening and becoming sloppy. Right as you scream out his name and come, his cock twitches inside you, shooting delicious come into you.

Seokjin flattens his chest against your back, holding you tightly. You feel his chest expanding with every breath he takes. Your thighs begin to shake and when he notices he rolls himself onto his side so that you're spooning together.

Silently, Seokjin combs his fingers through your hair. His breath, having calmed down, brushes softly against the nape of your neck.

You're exhausted, but force your eyes to stay open.

"Did you mean it?" He whispers and tucks some of your hair behind your ears.

"Mean what?"

"That you love me?" He whispers so quietly you have to take a second to let your brain put the words together.

You flip over so that you're facing him. He avoids your eyes and continues messing with your hair as a distraction.

"Did you mean it when you said you wanted to have a baby with me?"

Seokjin nods his head and finally drops his eyes to meet yours.

"I love you, Seokjin. I meant it earlier and that hasn't changed. And I don't think it ever will. No one can ever compare to you and how you love me."

There's a sparkle in his eyes as he smiles and leans down to kiss the tip of your nose.

"I hope this works, ‘cause you'll be an amazing mother."

"And you'll be an amazing father. I wonder if there's a spell that will let us know."

"Oh, I might know some people who can sense it right away. But for now, let's sleep. We can find out tomorrow."

© do not copy, modify, translate, or repost. Jinitude 11/23/19

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[punkscowardschampions]

Ronnie & Joe

Ronnie: [is gonna rock up late despite literally living with Charlie so enjoy the entrance everybody]

Joe: [when you weren’t invited but still gonna show up like you have somewhere better to be, love that for you, the effort we’ve not gone to because we live here so it’s kinda okay but not really Joseph, also I imagine kinda shook she ended up showing]

Ronnie: [likewise in the sense that she dresses the same everywhere she goes unless it’s a job interview or court appearance lol but we know she looks good if you’re Joseph and into it, I imagine her zoning in on Jamie immediately like who the fuck is this and then oh I’ve heard nothing about you kinda energy soz gal]

Joe: [rude but not untrue in this case, at least Charlie can make it seem like you’re joking and Joe can go get you a drink like soz this is all we have energy ‘cos in jokes]

Ronnie: [I highly doubt they have enough seats around that table so I also imagine her dragging up something to sit on like yeah I’m here to stay bitches and drinking Joe’s drink while he’s gone as a throwback to when she did when they met at that gig and cos we’re obvs claiming him LOL]

Joe: [we know the food is gonna be studenty anyway so having smaller portions won’t kill any of us lmao, just dying at how shocked Sophie is having to conceal she is, host on queen, boring boyfriend having no opinions of course]

Ronnie: [don’t worry gal depending how much of a jealous rage we get into we probably won’t be eating it so you’ll still have brownies left, her face would be iconic and I totally picture Marc on his phone the entire time because Paul used to do that when he was with Trace]

Joe: [giving nothing to this bizarre situation, too real, Charlie and Sophie holding this together, soz guys, Joe jus amused af, do we sit opposite or next to hmm]

Ronnie: [read that as soz gays, ILY mum & dad, I think he needs to sit opposite Jamie so that she can accuse them of eye fucking each other or whatever so probably next to]

Joe: [okay yes gather ‘round everyone]

Ronnie: she lives here

Joe: yeah I told you, Silent Bob’s gf

Ronnie: you said he had a bitch not shes been chained to the radiator since youse lot moved in

Joe: maybe that’s his secret

Ronnie: whens he letting you have your go

Joe: got my own radiator you can have a go on when this is over

Joe: not to brag or nothing

Ronnie: wont be over til the fat flatmate sings & the other one sucking you off while her & mariah duet and the boyfriend pretends he aint watching youse instead is fuck all to brag about

Joe: be lucky if it got close to that level of mildly interesting

Joe: where are you in all this then

Ronnie: under the sink looking for drain cleaner or whatever else i can drink

Joe: why do you get to have all the fun?

Ronnie: i dont waste my time asking bullshit questions

Joe: how are we gonna waste our time

Ronnie: im gonna kill your shared girlfriend & youre gonna cry about it

Joe: I don’t think I am

Joe: no amount of tragedy is gonna breakthrough the chemical fog

Ronnie: you would if you could

Joe: [🙄 at her]

Ronnie: [tips however much is left of her drink into his lap not at all accidentally but we know Charlie and Soph will pretend it was]

Joe: [whip them off to go get changed boy]

Ronnie: [when you wanna follow him but you just gotta glare instead]

Joe: [probably taking whatever we’ve got in to make this go easier, ‘scuse us, so much missing out]

Ronnie: [you know she turned up already on something so do what you gotta do Joseph]

Joe: [Jamie should be talking to you about uni things thus alienating everyone else a lil ‘cos that is a bit rude and will annoy you gal]

Ronnie: [fully just opening up a wound over here literally cos she was already jealous but did not realise they had this much shit in common or anything in common actually so we’re just livid and bleeding]

Joe: [Sophie just running with the kitchen roll like omg do we have bandages guys like oh babe you truly only mean well, Charlie just giving the can you not looks of it all, Joe just jealous because we’ve obviously got our long sleeves]

Ronnie: [a spoken out loud fuck you at everyone but mainly Joe as we go to the bathroom to not deal with this but instead evoke the energy of when Mae downed that mouthwash because she definitely would and also go through the cabinets for anything sharp obvs]

Joe: [at least you can go under the guise of checking on her but really you’re just seeing what she’s doing]

Ronnie: [1000% have not locked the door because we wanted him to follow us but that won’t stop her telling him to get out because walking contradiction forever]

Joe: [locks it behind him in response]

Ronnie: [the most intense glare in response because could not be more livid rn]

Joe: [grabbing wherever the wound is like we’re gonna kiss it better or something like Soph for a casual bit of blood drinking]

Ronnie: [obviously have to push him away really hard because we’re obviously really into it and excuse you boy we’re trying to be angry and hate you, soz to all the flatmates when you hear that crashing about]

Joe: [lmao this tiny bathroom getting destroyed, steady yourself and her despite that clearly not being what she wants right now, roll up a sleeve ‘you never did the X’]

Ronnie: [the glorious visual of trying to get past him to leave/push him away again at the same time in a small space so you just end up pressed up against each other and the door making eye contact and it’s hot af ‘you never took me anywhere’]

Joe: [‘so let me’ do you mean let’s get out of here or in a saucy way either or you skinny as hell girl so if you not really trying to leave it’s easy not to let you]

Ronnie: [‘she’ll let you’ because we’re not just dropping this even if we want to]

Joe: [‘who?’ like an oblivious boy ‘cos clearly not where our head is]

Ronnie: [a really vicious read of Jamie based on what we’re learned this evening that I’m not gonna do because I am not that mean but it’s obvious it’s her and not Sophie we’re talking about, hope you don’t hear us gal]

Joe: [‘I’m not interested’ in every sense right now ‘and you know that, stop pissing about’]

Ronnie: [‘wasn’t any other cunt round the table hanging on her every fucking word, I know that’ because that was blatant Jamie]

Joe: [‘I can’t help it that her fella’s an accountant’ what do you do Marc, do any of us know lol, shrugs ‘we go to the same school, that’s it’ and a look like whatever the fuck this is is clearly more]

Ronnie: [she would wanna lol but we can’t because still mad ‘that’s it?’ not actually a question though more like you better be telling the truth boy ‘why the fuck have you never told me about her then?’]

Joe: [‘I thought I had when I said he had a girlfriend’ not not a lie ‘none of them are what I want to talk about, that’s it’]

Ronnie: [‘you were thinking with this’ grabbing his dick when we say so ‘that’s it’ cos even if that was true Joseph we shade the rest of the flatmates often and you know damn well we love doing it]

Joe: [shakes head even though we are very clearly into that ‘she’s no Soph’ like it wouldn’t be as funny soz]

Ronnie: [‘is right’ like yeah I know you actually seriously wanna get with her, and moving away but not to leave but to pick back up whatever implement we were gonna hurt ourselves with before he came in but didn’t get chance to because we’re genuinely upset]

Joe: [literally putting ourselves in front of it like no ‘Ronnie’ like I don’t know how you’re going to even put it into words boy so it’s mainly a !!! look]

Ronnie: [a look that starts out like don’t try and stop me/fuck you but turns into !! when his does like say something/do something if you mean it]

Joe: [got to go in and kiss you whilst making her push whatever she was gonna use on herself into him, now or never, enjoy the tension finally getting released]

Ronnie: [obviously we’re kissing you back so we all know what’s gonna happen next lol, soz flatmates I really hope you can’t hear anything, especially Charlie cos you actually know they’re related]

Joe: [it is not a big flat so keep quiet, just think he’s comforting her for all this time or what, god bless]

Ronnie: [she would be trying to keep quiet but not for y’all more so he thinks she’s unimpressed/not that into it but that would literally last all of a second because she’s obviously very into it]

Joe: [the levels you aren’t gonna wanna go back in but can’t be seen as being romantic lads]

Ronnie: [I could easily have her leave if we want though because it’s a fact that she doesn’t wanna be here and everyone would be relieved except Joseph]

Joe: [that probably makes sense, honestly, and you’ve freaked them all out, as was the point]

Ronnie: [and lbr you’ve freaked yourselves out with how good that hook up was too so]

Joe: [just go hide in your room like you’re very taxed by that in an acceptable way boy]

Ronnie: [god knows where you’re gonna go gal but please don’t OD again like you literally did in Margate no time ago]

Joe: [the headfuckery]

Ronnie: [poor Charlie just like UMMM WTF cos she must look bad even for her rn and we’ve behaved terribly and then literally legged it so]

Joe: [thank god you’re such a natural party go-er so you can make up some excuse to put them all at relative ease but yeah, for sure like excuse me]

Ronnie: [might be fun to do a convo between them when we’re done with this one]

Joe: [I’m down even though I really haven’t used him yet, I’ll give it a go]

Ronnie: [yeah it’s been forever since we did the group chats with them and Bronson and Bea it feels like another life, I can send you the convo we did where she told him she met Joe if you like cos I re-read that the other day and it was pretty good]

Ronnie: [but the real question is who’s gonna break first and start a convo and how long are we leaving it?]

Joe: [please do ‘cos did not realize we’d done that tbh]

Joe: [I could make a case for either of them, him to prove he meant it as he left it last time but her so she can’t automatically be on the ‘it meant nothing’ total defensive hmm]

Joe: [some hours later when the party is over, or could be]

Joe: Charlie was going pub, he’s left here though

Ronnie: [even later because whatever she’s doing she’s messy and can’t reply to the extent that she doesn’t need to because he won’t be expecting her to and yet here we are]

Ronnie: did whitney ask you to pass it on to us cos hes still disappointed like

Joe: couldn’t say

Joe: just letting you know that you’ll have a free gaff for a while longer

Ronnie: where have i chucked the other one for the sake of this free gaff in your mind mckenna

Joe: alright, free rooms better than fuck all

Ronnie: its his emmy oggie i aint there either

Joe: anywhere good?

Ronnie: compared to what

Joe: established it’s no brag compared to tonight

Ronnie: not gonna stop you comparing me & her

Joe: compare to what?

Joe: pleasantries over cocopops

Ronnie: youll be interested in eating her out now youve got what you wanted off me

Ronnie: 9 is easier to carve than an 8 and you wont look like youre trying to copy the infinity sign one of your other exes wouldve got inked on her

Joe: it’s not remotely the fucking same

Joe: if I was arsed about getting my numbers up there’s millions of girls in this city I could hit up before you

Ronnie: yeah youre not related to any of em and theyd have less clue how to shoot up than you do

Joe: even if the related bit was ringing 100% true, you’re the only user in town now?

Joe: you don’t have to pervert it when it already was

Ronnie: youre already romanticising it like a fucking 13 year old so yeah i do cause one of us has to get real

Joe: you reckon I’m so okay with it just because I can admit I wanted it

Joe: who do you reckon you’re lying to like I weren’t there

Ronnie: who do you reckon youre talking to like i didnt fucking leave you there for a reason

Joe: Fuck off

Ronnie: i did

Joe: for someone who reckons they’re so open, you chat so much shit

Ronnie: open to what soft lad infection

Joe: scars and trackmarks on your sleeve

Ronnie: yeah

Joe: you didn’t miss much

Ronnie: no shit you didnt just invite me cause you wanted to fuck me

Ronnie: can do that anywhere

Joe: yeah and you didn’t just wanna come to make Soph cry, like

Ronnie: i owed you

Joe: get it off your to-do list then

Joe: well done

Ronnie: stop crying youll never look as ugly as horse girl doing it or go for as long as her

Joe: you love her, we all 👀

Ronnie: i said shut up

Joe: no, you say something that’s not stupid

Ronnie: what for fucks sake

Ronnie: what did you reckon id say when you started chatting shit like nothing happened

Joe: alright, I don’t know

Joe: it happened, right

Ronnie: you werent hallucinating

Joe: nothing that makes that happen in the bathroom cupboard

Joe: I don’t regret it, I know that

Ronnie: meant to be made up to hear it am i

Joe: nah, probably not

Joe: but you wanted me to talk about it so I am

Ronnie: i wanted you to take the fucking hint when i legged it as soon as

Joe: you could’ve blocked me, so

Joe: pardon me for not taking it that seriously

Ronnie: not your crazy ex & i couldnt deny you your bullshit heroics

Ronnie: mary aint carrying me anywhere and i know how bad you wanna see me turn blue

Joe: you like having a stalker, is what you mean

Ronnie: block me and get your whore flatmate to tell you what she likes about you

Ronnie: weve established i aint got the talent to sing no cunts praises

Joe: we’ve established I’m not interested in that

Ronnie: cause you want me to tell you how smart you are at fucking me instead of beat the shit out of you

Ronnie: it wont last

Joe: familys forever, sis

Ronnie: not to your ma baby

Ronnie: did i look enough like her for you

Joe: what do you reckon

Joe: your theory, not mine

Ronnie: mustve youve still not fucked off

Joe: you’ve got room for another face tat or two

Ronnie: go do that then

Joe: you can leave out the yes sir

Joe: not my fantasy

Ronnie: no shit like youve been my bitch since you hit send on facebook

Joe: 😂

Joe: I’ve been worse

Ronnie: you trying to turn me on or what its a bit late for it

Joe: just the once, alright

Joe: bit cliche but probably for the best considering

Joe: very sensible of you

Ronnie: cliche that my da didnt stick around long enough for his side of the family to properly cut or sew me up so ive gotta regret not getting chance to put a razor blade inside me before you 💔

Ronnie: now youre gonna reckon i care youve said the once ll do when i just hate you & hate how you fuck even more

Joe: Could’ve said it was about as much fun as

Joe: it’s alright

Joe: both confused, clearly

Ronnie: youre not confused youre fucking smug

Joe: hardly another achievement for the fridge door

Joe: what’s to be smug about

Ronnie: probably for the best i dont answer that if thats how you feel

Joe: come on

Joe: aside from proving you were full of shit about not wanting to as well

Ronnie: fuck you

Joe: you don’t want me to say how I really feel

Ronnie: making me cum earlier dont mean you know what i want now

Joe: right, you want me to declare my love so you get more out of telling me to fuck off, that’s more like it

Ronnie: do i fuck

Joe: then what do you want

Ronnie: like you give the slightest shit

Joe: I do too

Ronnie: no you dont

Joe: I fucking do

Joe: [prove it in a way only y’all would, carve her name or something]

Ronnie: [send him your own pics of the bite marks you’re covered in which is a self harming thing you’ve not done since you were a kid because it’s been a headfuck every second since you two met and we’re not coping honey]

Joe: you hungry?

Joe: you didn’t eat fuck all, I mean

Joe: could get something not dubiously prepared by Soph

Ronnie: hungry as you are funny

Joe: I weren’t trying to be

Joe: on the spectrum, or whatever you said

Ronnie: you wish you had the excuse or the musical prodigy status

Joe: 💔 about that genuinely

Joe: just a dickhead

Ronnie: yeah

Joe: I don’t know what to say

Joe: there’s no point saying I’m sorry

Ronnie: no point is right youre not sorry

Joe: nah

Joe: it’d be lovely for you if I’d found you and you were fine

Joe: but like you said, it ain’t about me or her, it’s about loads of shit and you clearly weren’t so

Joe: just seems pointless

Ronnie: im made up you finally got your head round it

Joe: Yeah well, I didn’t tell you I was a good person

Joe: don’t mean I don’t give no fucks, just ‘cos I ain’t trying to save you

Ronnie: you keep telling me you aint like it matters to me who you are

Joe: yeah, it doesn’t in why you’re fucked

Joe: but what do you want from me

Ronnie: its your fucking fault im like this climbing the walls same as when i was a kid

Joe: yeah ‘cos you were doing really great before weren’t ya

Ronnie: all you give a fuck about is letting yourself off the fucking hook

Joe: Blame me then what does it change

Joe: do something about it other than fucking yourself up, I don’t care

Ronnie: stop lying that youre bothered if your only answer to me losing my mind is that i was before

Joe: I can’t help you

Joe: If you thought I could, though why the fuck you would

Joe: then I am sorry

Ronnie: 💔🖕

Joe: I’ve got my own problems

Joe: if I had any solutions, I’d light ‘em up and shoot them into myself first, naturally

Ronnie: youve got a solution i gave it to you

Ronnie: why the fuck would you make me feel something

Joe: Selfishness

Joe: pure and simple

Ronnie: on your way to a grown up habit im dead proud

Joe: what more could I want

Ronnie: that to scab over seeing as youve finally admitted its bullshit

Joe: I still think about you constantly

Joe: I still want to know everything about you

Joe: I’d rot with you

Ronnie: youve got your own problems to think about

Joe: yeah, and that’s hell

Joe: I’ve done plenty of that

Ronnie: yeah and youve got your escape

Joe: take yours

Joe: can have plan bs and cs even if a is the best

Ronnie: youre the kid who tells the rest to jump off a bridge

Ronnie: cute

Joe: you’re implying I wouldn’t and all

Ronnie: i dont give a shit what you do but i aint giving you the satisfaction of being the last fuck i ever had

Ronnie: youd cling to life long enough to write a pathetic song about it

Joe: that’s the nicest thing you’ve said

Joe: which is saying something ‘cos you’re so sweet, like

Ronnie: youre welcome

Joe: I’ll do a Dylan style ballad about all your 👼🏼 deeds

Ronnie: thats the biggest turn off out of everything youve ever said or done

Joe: thank god, you’re insatiable 😏

Ronnie: once you said

Joe: not for my benefit

Ronnie: its all only for your benefit remember

Joe: if that were true you’d still be here

Ronnie: if it was true i could be

Joe: come back

Ronnie: cant ive got a face tat to get done

Joe: I understand

Joe: my art isn’t there yet

Joe: won’t ruin your beauty

Ronnie: go ed and chuck yourself off a bridge you dont have to wait for me to boot your door in & do you in for chatting shit

Joe: well I am already devvo I’m not a prodigy so yeah, add lack of a steady hand to the list of failures

Joe: probably the meds

Joe: you know being poetic is all I do, why have we downgraded it to chatting shit 💔

Ronnie: why are you calling me beautiful when you could write it in your suicide note for your ma theres your downgrade

Joe: you’re too romantic for your own good

Joe: I wouldn’t be writing a note, sorry to dash your illusions

Ronnie: not me saying i get you mckenna thats your delusion

Ronnie: what are you gonna draw on me then

Joe: you do but it’s more fun to take the piss and pretend you don’t so

Joe: That is the question

Joe: won’t brand you, don’t worry

Ronnie: if i dont want it ill cut it out no pressure

Joe: it’s just skin right

Ronnie: yeah

Joe: how olds your oldest scar

Ronnie: older than you

Joe: what did you do

Ronnie: i used to take headbanging literally

Joe: ah, the floor never saw you coming, yeah

Joe: I have a head scar too [cos he either does or did on the stalker show idk but there we go with a photo like she probably knows hun]

Ronnie: [I just imagine her smiling to herself like yeah I know nerd]

Ronnie: cant both be poets had to express myself somehow before i pushed a safety pin through my cheek

Joe: that explains the permanent 😾

Joe: fucked the muscles, like

Ronnie: your shit jokes do

Joe: it was always easier to just start fights to get hurt

Joe: when I was a kid

Joe: though you work out ways to be sneaky fast, if you have to

Ronnie: they didnt wanna fight me

Joe: everyday sexism strikes again

Ronnie: fuck off not cos im a girl

Joe: why then

Ronnie: wouldnt be me getting hurt and if i was i didnt care

Ronnie: all those mental problems you told that call centre cunt about like

Joe: ‘course you were too proud to make it count

Joe: have to let them get some punches in or there was no point, yeah

Ronnie: no point in fitz flouncing in either fun though

Joe: true

Joe: I’ve got a brother and all, I remember what it’s like

Ronnie: scraps never went far enough

Joe: yeah

Joe: most kids aren’t that psycho

Ronnie: 💔

Joe: being misunderstood served me so well for the whole musician thing so whatever, I guess

Ronnie: i mightve bothered keeping some of my bastards about if they were guaranteed nutters thatd serve you well

Joe: you’d get your own room then, like

Joe: even if you had to pack them to the rafters

Ronnie: for a stalker youre dead concerned about my privacy

Joe: nah, ‘course not

Joe: I’d rather have a place to do the gear without the possibility of Soph or Charlie 🥺ing at us obvs, nothing but selfishness

Ronnie: theres loads of places

Joe: you can show me

Ronnie: is she there now she can let me in

Joe: no idea

Joe: their room is near the door, makes sense they’d be your first victims

Ronnie: youre too selfish to get off your arse and do it

Joe: if you’re coming I’ll carry you in myself, you know that

Ronnie: ill be there and youll still be going on about what youre gonna do

Ronnie: no wonder the other kids kept smacking you

Joe: yeah, all mouth me, deffo what I was known for

Joe: not a euphemism and I don’t think they were wishing it was but who knows

Ronnie: you sure you dont want charlie giving you the eye

Ronnie: how it sounds

Joe: I’m alright, tah

Joe: pretty sure he’s over it now I’m enabling you

Ronnie: hes over everything thats not horse girls from kent but reckons the fucking lost causes are us

Joe: He clearly just gives a shit about appearances

Joe: looking nice, polite

Joe: they’ll never speak again, like

Ronnie: forget him

Ronnie: open the door

Joe: [do that boy]

Ronnie: [boop his little head scar as you come in like oh there it is]

Joe: [‘s’not even a good story’ and producing some takeaway moment from the kitchen as you go through ‘cos the dinner party was not heavy on the dinner bit]

Ronnie: [a look like ffs because people caring in any way ew no but we are gonna eat it because probably haven't since that Margate moment]

Joe: [shrugging like bitch I’m hungry as we tuck in, obviously]

Ronnie: [kick him while you've still got your big boots on but playfully not aggressively]

Joe: [😏 but in a more genuine way than that cocky face looks, I am vibing Chinese not that that matters but there we go]

Ronnie: [weirdly I also thought that maybe because it's one of the grossest haha but yeah eat your food lads]

Joe: [greasy greasy goodness, love the subtle shade if any of them come out for a cuppa or whatever like oh hello again lol]

Ronnie: [I hope it's oblivious Marc just living his life]

Joe: [that’d be most amusing, unbothered, casually]

Ronnie: [I just imagine them doing stuff to try and make him notice like when people stack stuff on a sleeping person but idk what you could do in that little kitchen]

Joe: [for sure, just being subtly annoying/weird and he is just like does not compute ‘cos we mind our own business, so childish]

Ronnie: [love that for you two]

Joe: [we stan the regression for you]

[letsbenditlikebennett]

Batman and the Wolf in Shining Armor || Ariana & Sammy/Ace

TIMING: Tonight, middle of the night PARTIES: @inspirationdivine​ & @letsbenditlikebennett​ SUMMARY: After looking for Ace/Sammy out in the woods for the past few nights, Ariana finally comes across him again. Wholesome times ensue. CONTENT: Sibling death mentions, 

The past couple of nights, Ariana had made her way to their spot in the woods, hoping to catch Ace. It’d been a while since she left her last note and she knew it left him a bit worried. Turned out, it was with good reason though not even skipping late night runs through the wood had done her any good. She swallowed back the lump that felt like lead in her throat and slid down the tree to sit on the ground as she waited. If he didn’t show up tonight, she was going to have to check that tunnel out again and try to find where he was. She intended to help him and make sure his situation was safe, as she had that looming feeling present that it wasn’t, but things had just spiraled so out of control. She would follow through for him though. Ace was kind, sweet, and funny-- whatever he was going through that limited how much he could share with her wasn’t deserved. Too many good people seemed to be getting the shit end of the stick and she wasn’t going to let that happen to Ace, too. The crunching of leaves beneath shoes shook her from her thoughts as her head whipped around to see the source. A tired, but relieved smile spread across her face as she jumped up to greet Ace. She immediately enveloped him in a hug and said, “I’m so glad you’re here. Been trying to catch you the last few nights.”

Sammy hadn’t been wandering so much lately. It hadn’t been easy to get out with Lydia having one kind of guest or another. Never reveal your presence to a guest. Well, this one apparently didn’t even sleep. Fuck, he’d thought, but tonight, he’d made it out. Even though he’d seen the eye in the sky, the moon didn’t look too shabby. He’d curled his hands into his pockets, and run. No scratch left on his skin anymore, the rambling excuses about dried clay had barely satiated Lydia, but she hadn’t questioned it too closely. He wandered into the woods, his chest tight, desperate to see Ariana again after the notes she’d left him. But the young wolf caught him by surprised when she jumped up from the tree, and when she hugged him he swung his wiry arms right around hers, effortlessly picking up her up in a bear hug. “Yeah, god, I missed you Ari. You scared the hell out of me.”

Ariana clung to him longer than she normally would have, taking in his earthy scent that always vaguely reminded her of clay and burying her head into his chest. With everything else that happened, it was such a huge relief to see him here alive despite the fact she’d failed to check up on him sooner. As she pulled away, she weakly explained, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” She meant as much, though she wasn’t even sure how to explain what happened. It was terrible and there wasn’t really a way of making it sound less terrible, not that she thought Ace needed her to filter anything, it was just a lot to put on someone who clearly had their own problems. Not that he could talk about them which only furthered the sour feeling in her stomach so she tried to shake that away, though a trace of a grimace was left on her face. “A lot happened, but I’m mostly safe now. Or at least, there’s not anyone actively hunting for me anymore. Are you okay though? How have you been?”

“Woah, hey,” Sammy said, holding her even tighter as she pressed her face into his chest. He helped her tight, ad when she pulled away, he hated the feeling of letting her go. This werewolf had stolen a piece of his heart a long time ago. “Don’t apologise for that, Ari. Never.” He insisted firmly, squinting in the dark to her. “No one’s hunting you anymore? Ari, that’s fantastic! Agh, same as ever. New eye in the sky, same old Ace. It’s been a pretty quiet old time for me. Mainly I’ve been looking forward to all those prom photos you promised me.” 

Ariana let out a breath as she tried to keep herself from grimacing as he spoke. Ace meant well and really was just so sweet, there was literally no way he could have known that prom night had been the worst night of her life so far. If things hadn’t turned out so tragically wrong, she would have even found how eager he was to see photos from the evening endearing. Fuck. “Fantastic, right,” she started, voice not all that convincing as she pulled out her phone to show him some of the photos. She half wanted to just tell him what happened, but a bigger part of her just wanted to have a nice, light-hearted evening with the mysterious friend she’d made in the forest. She scrolled through a couple of the pictures, showing him as she went. Her purple hair had been done up in a bun and black headband that perfectly matched her long, black dress. She’d looked so… happy. Then she realized she went back too far when she came up on the ones of her and Celeste, quickly throwing the phone down and cringing as she heard the sound of her screen hitting the root of a tree. She hadn’t even realized her eyes were welling up as she shakily said, “Shit, I shouldn’t have--” Her gaze fell down to her unsteady hands, completely ignoring the fallen phone, and instantly felt bad for making him worry about her yet again.

It didn’t sound that fantastic when she said it like that. Sammy bit his doubt into his cheek, swinging himself around to peer over Ariana’s shoulder. “You’re right, that dress is amazing,” he commented idly, from what they’d talked about last time. But the more they flicked through a myriad of faces, the more stiff Ari became. The more uncomfortable. He flinched back, heart hammering, when she flung her phone to the ground. For a split second, he’d seen someone else’s rage. But this was Ari. She was… she was fine. “It’s okay. Ari, it’s okay.” His voice didn’t quite sound it. Sammy picked up the phone. The screen was cracked to hell, but the photo of Ariana next to that woman was still there, smiling up at him, like a dream team. It looked, well, normal. Not something that would make someone cry, unless… well, fuck, there were a lot of reasons someone would well up at the sight of an ugly photo. “Ariana, what’s up? What happened? You can tell me.”

All she had wanted was a nice normal night with Ace and here she was throwing her phone and crying over prom photos. Ariana should have known the photos would be a bad idea. There’d been a reason she hadn’t gone through them herself, but seeing the last photo she and Celeste would ever take together had brought on a new wave of grief that she hadn’t quite been ready to ride. Not now. Her breath was hitched in her throat and he seemed so concerned. He deserved an answer for the outburst that had clearly startled him. She tried to keep her breathing even and blink away the tears. “I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to-- Prom was-- Something bad happened,” she gasped for another breath as if would calm the erratic thudding of her heart in her chest, “I’m not being hunted anymore because they already--” Her voice cracked and she hadn’t realized her fists had been clenched in her lap. She stretched out her shaking hands, trying to force some of the tension out of her body. Trying to find the strength to say the words she hadn’t even wanted to believe. She took a deep breath in and out, forcing herself to say the rest, “Th-they shot me with some sort of weird dart outside the hotel and took me away to some warehouse. The photo was Celeste, my sis-- She’s dead. She died saving me.”

“Ari?” Sammy swallowed, hating how awkward his body felt as he reached for her, faltered. His happy go lucky facade failing him as tears sprung in her eyes. “Something- wha-” THe words kept catching, and none of it was sinking in. They’d already what? They’d already what?? And yet part of him knew. He remembered his first hunt. Thirteen, and only half way through had his parents realised as he crumpled under the weight of a newly risen spawn that he’d been faking all those super powers all along. His family, they weren’t like that, they didn’t just hunt for the sake of it, but when they hunted. Fuck. His body trembled. Shit. There were supposed to clever words springing to his head. Something kind and comforting that would make her laugh in a sad way and then the moment would be over. “Shit. Ari, that’s so shitty.”

“It is,” Ariana managed to choke out as she wiped the tears away from her eyes. When was this going to get easier? Saying the words out loud felt like pouring salt into a still open wound every single time and she hated it. Then here was Ace, normally so positive even throughout whatever his sketchy predicament was, looking so sad for her. So at a loss for how to help because really, there was no helping it. All there was to do was to go through it and feel the loss every time it crept up on her. She took another deep breath in and out, steadying herself again. “I’m--,” she started, but realized he wouldn’t expect her to apologize for this, “I just wanted a normal night together so I didn’t start with that. Well, normal for us.” She added the last part, realizing their meetings weren’t what most would classify as normal, but she always looked forward to them. Always felt a small surge of excitement whenever they actually made it to their spot on the same night.

That’s so shitty. Real man of words there, Sammy. This, as Lydia would say, was why he wasn’t with her for his skill with words. Here was what he could do, though, which wasn’t fucking much at all, considering all his money was stolen from Lydia’s wallet and he could only get out a few nights a month. He could be there for her, right now. “Yeah, well, normal for us aint all that normal. Especially right now. I mean, you saw the eye in the sky, right?” He cracked a wry smile, and then curled his arms round her, ever so carefully. “C’mon. You don’t have to be okay right now.”

Maybe he wasn’t the best with words, but Ariana found herself letting out a chuckle as Ace spoke. Even if there were still tears in her eyes, something about Ace just being Ace was comforting. There wasn’t anything anyone could really do to make things better. She didn’t need better though. She just needed reasons to get up every morning, no matter how big or small they were. Well, Ace was more of a reason to stay out later than she should at night, but still, it helped. “You’re not wrong. Fuck that eyeball sun. All I’m saying is the moon would never.” Her smile and voice were still a little shaky. How gently Ace put his arms around her was welcomed and she leaned into him, feeling her heartbeat slow as she relaxed a bit. “I know I don’t have to be. I’m just so sick of being sad, you know?”

“The moon better not!” Sammy replied, with something that might have been a grin in any other situation, but right now was closer to a grimace. He just squeezed her tighter, cradling her in his arms as they stood in those woods. Trees creaked and at times he thought the shadows had eyes, but holding her tight, there wasn’t much here of which he was frightened. “Yeah, I know, what that’s like. That just doesn’t get rid of the sad. You just get to have feelings next to the sad too.”

There was no escaping the constant ache Ariana felt these days, but in this moment it wasn’t front and center. The feeling of his arms squeezing her even tighter sent something akin to a flutter through her chest. Even with the constant hint of sadness in the background, it was a nice moment. She could relish in the comforting sounds of the woods humming around them and how familiar Ace’s scent was becoming. Even if it was only for a few minutes, she felt okay. “Feelings next to the sad, that can work. Or it’s working,” she mumbled, head still tucked into his arms before looking back up at him, tears mostly faded away, “I am happy to see you and know we’re both okay. I know you’re not able to talk about things and I have kind of a hunch on why, but I do worry about you, too.”

“Yeah, just feel all of it.” Sammy said, tucking his chin over his heads. He held her until she looked up at him, and shit, the heartbreak in her eyes almost knocked him out all by themselves. I’ve got you, he wanted to say, but like hell he did. Only out a few nights a month, missing her half the time. “Yeah. Please don’t do anything with that hunch. I’m safe. Well,” he huffed a laugh, “As safe as any scrawny guy like me wandering these kindsa woods at night before I find my protective wolf in shining armour. Do you have like, shit, pack? Is that the right word? Or people as a whole supporting you?”

There was concern still etched in her features as he told Ariana to not do anything with her suspicions. It was a little bit late for that, but she had every intention to make sure he was not only safe, but free to live his life as he pleased. She gave his arm a squeeze and agreed anyway. It was probably safer if he didn’t know she planned to help him. “If you say so. Please tell me if you do need help though. I pack quite the punch, but I’ve got a lot of contacts, too.” She wasn’t about to lose someone else she cared about if she could do anything to help it. She lightened the mood a little bit with an arched brow and a smirk as she retorted, “You’re not that scrawny. I do like the wolf in shining armor part though.” She intended to live up to it. “Oh, yeah, I have a pack now and a pretty big found family. Lots of wolves, a few witches, a selkie, a zombie, a banshee, and hey, even won over a werewolf hunter because I’m that adorable.”

Sammy didn’t point out that he wouldn’t be able to point out that he literally couldn’t tell her either way, but he didn’t need help. He only liked sneaking out at night, he’d never… leave Lydia, or betray her. “Thanks, Ari.” He gave her another squeeze. Looking down at himself, he snickered. “Uh, yeah, I am. Skin and bones.” He grinned at her. “I like the wolf in shining armor too.” He leant them against a nearby tree, arm slung over the tree. “You know, half that list could be made up and I wouldn’t be able to tell. I’m real glad you’ve got people looking out for you like that, in the day time.”

Ariana had her doubts that he’d be able to tell her if he needed her help, it didn’t matter too much. She was going to look out for him whether he knew it or not. “Anytime,” she reassured. Ace was a bit skinny and she had to chuckle a bit at his own observation. “Okay, maybe a little scrawny, but you’re still a cute forest Batman.” She nudged his arm jokingly, still grinning a bit. “Now I’m disappointed that I didn’t say I have a pet dragon or something. But yeah, I’m definitely safe-- and hey, I’ll know if I’m ever going to die soon because of the banshee. So looks like you’re stuck with me for a while, Ace.” She followed his lead, leaning into him and the tree and found herself feeling content that they’d get to spend this evening together. She’d missed all their late night chats and she had every intention of making sure nothing got in the way of them. For now, she’d enjoy the present moment in their spot under a sparkling night sky.

#wickedswriting #sammy #ace #batman and the wolf in shining armor

[heroes-r-us]

Fluff alphabet - Z,L,A,D,V, U,I for my boi Dabi please. I hope that isn't to much; you don't have to do all of them if you don't want to. Thank you💖💖💖💖

I did all of them! ~enjoy! A-Z

A: A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Since the majority of his time is spent with the league, and doing general villain stuff, he prefers to slow it down when he's with you. Shopping? Sure, just let him flip his hood up. Take out? Why not. Netfix and Chill? Hell yeah.

B: B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He probably likes how soft and smooth your skin is. He adores your lips when you kiss him, and your thighs aint too tough to look at either.

C: C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Dabi is rather emotionally inept, so don't expect soothing words and a comforting embrace. In fact he's more likely to leave the room if you're crying. It's not that he doesn't care, he just has no idea how to handle you when you're upset. So, he leaves. You'll have to adress his behavior in order for him to realize it's hurtful.

D: Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He has trouble picturing a future with you. Not that he doesn't want one, but with his line of 'work'. He could easily be arrested or killed. Hell, YOU could be arrested or killed. But if he was being pressed, he'd probably say once he felt his job was finished, he'd like to settle down somewhere quiet. Children? He is hesitant, but doesn't want to think about that until he was in that quiet little cottage with you.

E:E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

I think he would switch between depending on what you were in the relationship. If you were submissive hed slip into a dominant role. If you were more of a dominant person than hed be up for whatever.

He's passive, but not submissive.

F:F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

He has issues with forgiving people, but as long as you are regretful for hurting him (verbally) he'll be inclined to forgive you.

He rarely 'fights' with you. It's mostly just little spats here and there, nothing serious, usually. If it is serious, depending on how much you mean to him, it could be physical or verbal. It's usually verbal if you mean a lot to him, and he's invested in the relationship. If he's not too invested, and you're more of a side fling, then you should probably keep some water on hand.

G:G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He's surpringly grateful for little things people subconsciously do for him, even if they don't realize it. That probably comes from having such a fucked up childhood.

He's hyperaware of all the little things you do for him. You washed and folded his clothes, you left a note on the leftovers in the fridge with his name on it, you changed the sheets on the bed and put his boots back where they belonged.

All of those minuscule things he notices. He has no idea how to thank you, so instead he does his best to keep you happy. ❤️

H:H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He has so many secrets it's kind of ridiculous. In fact, that's usually what your fights are all about. He has yet to tell you everything, but give him time. If you don't push him or try to get in his head, eventually he'll open up to you.

I:I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You definitely changed him. Not a ridiculous amount, but you opened up his eyes to the fact that his life was too dangerous for a s/o. Unfortunately he was already hooked at this point.

J:J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He's a rather relaxed person, so the idea of him being jealous was more of a joke to you since you'd never seen him jealous before. But the truth was that he gets jealous alot. He's just really good at hiding it with a cocky smile and hunched shoulders.

K: Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

I feel like Dabi is either not into sexual stuff at all, or VERY into sexual stuff. There is no in between. So he's either really good, or pretends to know what he's doing. Your first kiss with him is either very soft and not even there, or rough like hell cuz Poor boi can't read the mood.

L:L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

He hates the word 'confession'... like, it makes it sound like he's confessing a sin or some shit. And he's not really into that. He'll hit on you, flirt with you, send you some of those B(ig)D(ick)E(nergy) waves, and wink at you. But he's not about to stand in front of you like some lovesick schoolboy and tell you he thinks you're hot and that he'd be most grateful it if you let him tickle your tuna taco in the most respectful way possible.

So yeah, no confession here.

M: Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He'd consider marriage, but he'd be rather hesitant to ACTUALLY tie the knot. He'd never had a good role model as to what a good husband should be. Hell, he doesn't know what a good marriage should be.

If he proposed, he'd probably pop the question in a secluded area, preferably where the two of you met. So something sweet, but very low-key.

The two of you probably wouldn't have an actual wedding. There's a document, and rings, but no event, no gown or suits or even cake. Maybe later on in your lives you two could have one, but right now it's far too dangerous.

N:N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Babe, sweetcheeks, doll, babygirl and kitten to name a few.

O:O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

It's not obvious to outsiders, but to people who know him very well, it's pretty obvious. He'll stare at you for a few seconds longer than considered normal and he'll also genuinely smile when you're around. (Toga squeals out loud about how adorable you two are when he does this)

He's also pretty bad at handling his feelings, and ends up bottling them up, which really isn't healthy. So, when he does tell you, it's best to prepare in advance cause he's been dwelling on this stuff for a while. There's a lot to cover.

P:P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Does he love you? If not then he'll do PDA without really caring who sees. If he does love you, he'll be on the opposite side of the train. It seems backwards, but he would hate for some police officer to get suspicious.

Q:Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He's really smooth. Like ridiculously smooth. In fact the first pickup line he used was so smooth you said no so you could hear more.

You had just stumbled down the stairs, nearly falling, when Dabi made quick strides over towards you to help you up. Once you were steady, he looked you dead in the eyes and said, "I’m sorry. I should have been there to catch you."

The next time he used one, it had been late at night, and the two of you had gone outside for some alone time. After a few minutes Dabi turned to you and held out his hand, you were about take it when he used another weapon from his arsenal. "Would you hold this for me while I go for a walk?"

The last time he used one was right before you finally agreed to date him, how could you not? Especially when all he did was ask you a simple question. "What do you think about this couple?" Dabi held up his phone, and when you looked at the screen it was on selfie mode, and he leaned his head on top of yours, took a photo and then said, "I think they're kinda cute together."

R:R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He's not super romantic, but he'll try. He's more on the cliché side sometimes since he is worried if he tried something more personalized you may not like it. Once he gets out of his own head, he ends up being pretty creative.

S:S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

As most boyfriends should be, he's rather supportive of anything you do. (Excluding hero work) Animal shelter? Doctor? Artist? Writer? Go for it! He'll never say you shouldn't do something. (Unless it's hero work)

T:T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

His entire life has been really thrilling. Especially since he joined the league. So he'd enjoy a little routine. Something that'd bring a little normalcy into his hectic life would be appreciated.

U:U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He's not a very emotional himself, but he can read you like a book. He knows all your little tics and tells.

V:V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Well you have to have caught his attention in some way, otherwise there would be no point in writing this. Lol

The relationship is pretty high on his priority list, and rises the longer the two of you are together.

W:W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He loves to be woken up with breakfast in bed. He tries to return the favor, but he never wakes up before you.

He makes killer breakfast though, so you should sleep in one day to get a taste.

X: XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

He's all for claiming you as his, especially around his comrades. He'll let you cuddle up against him, kiss him and snuggle up to him. He'll return the affection too. (Just not in public)

Y: Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He copes moderately well, just enough to where no one notices, but when he's back in his room, he'll snatch your favorite pillow and chill with it until you get back. Of course, he'll toss it back onto the bed before you notice he had been borrowing it.

Z:Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Is killing for you far enough? No? Hm, what about an entire scho--oh. No he shouldn't kill for you. Oh, what a naïve little girl. He's already killed for you. 💞

#mha x reader #mha #bnha x reader #bnha #dabi x reader #dabi bnha #dabi #fluff alphabet #mha dabi #mha fluff alphabet #mha villains #bnha villains #villains #villains x reader

[pulitzer-publishers]

An Angel come to save me Pt. 1

Running, all you knew was running. Weeks trying to get out of the refuge, HA! Some refuge it is, where kids are bleeding, crying out for folks who are either dead or dirt poor. Your lungs burn, gasping shallow breaths in the frigid New York air. All you know is that you have to get away from that place, put as much distance between you and the handsy guards and starvation as possible. Your chest feels like its bound in iron, the cold creeping in, seeping closer to your heart. The ratty dress that's been worn, but not washed, for weeks doing little to protect you.

Feet fly out from under you. Ice, torn up shoes. The perfect face-planting combo. This used to be a favorite dress, found in the trash can behind a dress shop in the bronx. A pretty summer dress, now made useless against the frigid wind. Wind. You have to get out of it. The ice and slushy snow bites your arms as you drag yourself into a narrow alley. Shivering like a mad woman, you allow yourself to take a few deep breaths and let out a sob. You pull yourself further into the alley, knocking something over in the process. You let out a startled noise at the resounding crash. One hand races up to cover your mouth, the other clutched to your chest. Loud noises meant pain.

“No I swear I heard someone!” A voice too near you says

“It's probably just the wind, get back inside crutchie. You're gonna slip on the Ice and if you get hurt Jack’ll tear me a new one.”

You're terrified, you don't know who these boys are, they could take you back to the refuge or worse, there's no one around to hear if they make you scream. But if you stay out here you’ll freeze to death, no question about it. Would you really rather die than go back to that place? You've escaped once before you can do it again. Survival instincts, outweigh your fear. “Please help!” you say quietly. No no, you have to be louder than that, but weeks, months, of keeping your voice quiet makes it hard to raise it. “Please help me!” good, it was louder. Maybe Crutchie and that other boy heard you this time.

“Is someone in there?” a voice resounds through the alley

“Yes! Yes i'm here please help me!” the cold is getting worse and worse. You're drained from running, from terror. Shoes scuffle over to you, a tall boy crouches down. He sees your glazed eyes and blue lips, nose bright red.

“Holy shit, Crutchie, go tell jack to get a bed set up, hurry she's like ice”

You think if this is the last person you see you'll be okay with that. He's got nice eyes, warm eyes. HIs arms pick you up, lighter from months of malnutrition. HIs arms are warm like his eyes, and you decide to maybe, just close your eyes and drift off. Maybe he’s an angel.

“Hey hey hey hey no! Stay awake ice girl, we’se gonna get you’se warm, stay up. Keep your eyes open, look at me.”

He sounds worried, why is he so worried? You want to be mad at whoever made this angel unhappy, but you’re so tired. You’ll get back to that in the morning.

***

You wake up sweating. Blankets piled up on top of you and your arms restricted by the amount of shirts, sweaters, and jackets you have on. Not to mention the fact that you're lying as close to a fire as is safe. You sit upright, looking around at a group of expectant boys.

“Hey! Someone go tell Albert that the Lady’s awake!” a tall, older, brown haired boy orders and you hear shuffling as the boys obey. “Hey, its okay, we’s aint gonna hurt ya. Promise.”

He must have seen the fear in your eyes.

“Where's the Angel?”

Confusion paints his featuress. “Angel? We don’t go no angels in here. Did you hit ya head?”

“No, sorry i just thought there was an Angel.”

He shrugs his shoulders “Its okay, the cold does stuff to people. We’se seen it before with them refuge boys.”

You flinch at the mention of that place.

“That where you from? The refuge? That's why we found you’se freezin in a alley?”

Nodding your head you retell your story. Getting picked up on the streets, tossed in there. The guards, the beatings, needed to escape. The endless running, running, running. By the end of your story tears are rolling down your cheeks and you're shaking.

The brown haired boy puts a steadying hand on your shoulder. “You don't have to run anymore, we’ve got ya.”

“Who are you?”

“We is the newsies of Manhattan,” a cheer rises up from the boys “and I is Jack ‘Cowboy’ Kelly, leader in chief. There's crutchie,” gesturing to the boy sitting on the couch with a kind smile and a black eye “He found ya. That over there is Racetrack, my number two.” He points to the boy walking down the stairs with someone. “And Albert,” the boy behind racetrack “he's the one who carried you in here.”

“The angel…” a whisper carried out on a barely there breath.

“What was that?” Jack asked.

“Nothing! Sorry, you said you were Newsies, I shouldn't be here Newsies are boys only if i get seen here i go back to the refuge and i can't go back there.” You move out from under the blankets.

“Woah there, you ain't going nowhere.”

“But Jack..”

“No buts!” He interrupts, “Youse really think we is gonna let you back out there? You’ll die. And besides, you think that there really are only boy newsies? The Boss’ dont keep close tabs on us, it’s almost too easy to sneak in girls.”

Bewilderment crosses your face, you never thought about girls hiding in plain sight among NewsBoys.

“Look, I know youse ‘as had a long day, so let's give some of these boys their blankets back and get you set up in a bed. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Racer, help… eh what's your name?”

“(y/n)”

“(y/n) to a bed, and keep Romeo away from ‘er”

***

“Hey Specs, Racer, Henery, Albert, Emler, Freeze! Let's get a move on them papes don't sell themselves.”

“Hey Albert, Freeze, Elmer, SPECS! You ‘eard jack. Let's get a move on.” Racer Parroted jack.

You loved the boys, but no matter how many months you've been here, you’ll never love their wake up calls. They took you in, hid you, gave you a job and a newise name, Freeze. For obvious reasons.

“Hey! That's my cigar!”

“You’ll steal another!”

And the morning antics have started. Let's hope race doesn't kill your selling partner before the day starts. OH yes, another change, Albert was assigned as your selling partner. Your angel, but of course he doesn't know that you feel that way about him

#albert x reader #albert dasilva #albert dasilva x reader #newsies #albert dasilva fluff #an angel come to save me

[batkatbrown]

Beyond the Sea C17

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13837683/chapters/32995014

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Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven| Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen

Jesse sobbed in relief as Hanzo woke and threw himself down in a hug. He tangled with the tiny human and hid his face against Hanzo’s soft hair. “Don’t you ever fuckin’ scare me like that again.”

“It was worth it.” Hanzo’s voice was so soothing, right next to his ear and barely audible. “I wanted to see you. To talk to you, without going cross eyed.”

“I’m right here, darlin’,” Jesse managed to take his weight back on his stump and hand. Hanzo was dazed looking, smiling up like the moon had just been hung in the sky. “Shit, ain’t you a brave fool.”

“It was a calculated risk.”

Jesse couldn’t help but smile as Hanzo’s hand came to cup his cheek. Loving brushes sent little shivers of bliss through his veins and he curled his tail to hug Hanzo’s legs. He couldn't stop staring, soaking up the sight of high cheekbones and dark lashes and the endless pools of the man’s eyes.

“Nearly gave me a heart attack,” Jesse murmured as he hesitantly touched the man’s cheek. It was warm and smooth. He followed the curve down to his neatly trimmed beard. He scratched at the thicker patch at his chin and when it made Hanzo laugh, he thought it might have died and gone to heaven.

“I think it was your turn to be scared.”

“I do give you a fright pretty often.” Jesse agreed, leaning a little closer as they shared a chuckle. “I aint seen anyone my size in so long. But I’m pretty sure you’re still the handsomest man I ever met.”

‘You are just a flatterer,” Hanzo tilted his head and Jesse followed the movement.

“Ain’t flattery if it’s true.” Jesse brushed his thumb along Hanzo’s bottom lip, marveling at the plump supple flesh. It was a smooth curve and he ached to press his thumb tip inside the wet confines of his mouth.

Hanzo’s eyes fluttered half closed and just the slightest tension relaxed around his mouth. Jesse teased his thumb against the seal of his lips, mesmerized by the sight of his blunt claw slowly breaking through bit by bit.

Hanzo’s tongue rose to meet him with a hesitant touch that made heat thunder through jesse’s veins. “Do I taste strange?” He murmured, unable to tear his eyes away from where their bodies met.

“Yes.”

“Is it bad?” Jesse chuckled though he knew the answer before Hanzo spoke as his tongue rose again. It curled along the pad and Jesse grunted as the man’s teeth sunk into the tip. Jesse rolled his hips at the sensation, shivering through the flush of desire.

“You sorry for scaring me so bad?” Jesse pressed his thumb against Hanzo’s lip and it slide deeper. He whimpered at the hot wet confines pressing tight with a slurp that made slick gush to his slit.

It shocked him out of the drugged moment and he quickly rolled off the smaller man. He hunched and drew his tail up as if bending his knees to his chest. He wasn’t going to get hard and flushed just because Hanzo humored him in a moment of dazed attraction.

“It won’t last for long.” Hanzo paused to clear his throat and was suddenly back in Jesse’s space. His hair was so soft where it fell on Jesse’s shoulder that he wanted to cry. “But while i’m tiny, i don’t want to waste a moment.”

“Course not, darlin’.” Jesse managed to drag his head up and rested it against the silken crown of Hanzo’s own. He cast for something to say, something to distract Hanzo so he wouldn’t look down and see the obscene pretty pink slit trying threatening to open. “Swim with me?”

“I would love it.” Hanzo jumped to his feet with surprising energy and Jesse laughed.

“So that staircase was for both of us, huh?” he shifted to get his tail under him. It forced him to sway as he half slid and dragged himself towards the first book. It came up to Hanzo’s knees and Jesse wasn’t surprised to see his companion nimbly scale the whole stack in a rush.

It took Jesse more effort and he fumbled with only one arm to heft himself up.

“Let me help.”

Jesse drew away at the offered hand. Hot breathes rolled out from the strain but he wasn’t going to be helpless, not when they were finally the same size. “You just wait till we’re in the water, then I’ll run circles around you.”

“I look forward to it. Let us hurry.”

Jesse huffed, making a show of fanning his tail and puffing up his chest, but he let Hanzo grab him under his good arm. A thrumming note of desire crescendoed at how easily Hanzo manhandled him, even at the same size. He was all muscle and firm as Jesse leaned on him. He couldn’t keep his hand from dropping to the man’s waist.

He spread his fingers, digging his claws into the thick fabric of his jacket. Just enough to feel the hard muscle flex and the sudden giddy flutter of Hanzo’s laugh.

“Careful, i’m ticklish. I would hate to drop you.”

“No fear of that,” Jesse teased back as they finally made it to the top step. He wriggled across the old leather to the edge of the tank. It was a bit of a drop down on the other side but he went tail first to take the worst of it.

He rolled in the sand and righted himself with a slap of his tail. Hanzo was above him, watching with a dancing light in his eyes that made Jesse blush. “C’mon down, sweetheart. I’ll catch you in my arms.” Jesse opened his arms to demonstrate. “Well, arm and a half.”

“I can jump down. I would hate to knock you out with an ill placed elbow or knee. I do not want to lose the time with you.”

Jesse nodded and backed away from the glass side. He was ready to get back in the water and slipped beneath its surface with an contented sigh. It wrapped him up and held him like a lover in the sunlight filtering in through the window. Waving fronds of green rose up and flirted with the tips of his fins and he popped his head above the surface.

Hanzo was on the beach now, kicking off his shoes.

Jesse quickly pushed himself into the shallows with hsi weight propped on his elbow and stump. He whistled slowly as Hanzo shed his jacket and was quick with wink when the hunter glared at him.

“This is not a show.”

“Looks like one to me,” Jesse shot back between a crooked smile. “I seen you in your briefs before, this ain’t nothing new to me.”

“This is… different.”

“Could swim in your pants.”

“It would be unpleasant.”

“Should I look away?” Jesse fought back a laugh. He didn’t want to make Hanzo uncomfortable even if he thought the sudden shyness was cute.

Hanzo rolled his eyes. “You are a flirt.”

Jesse didn’t deny it but he did turn his attention to the side as Hanzo stripped. He could hear the rustle of fabric and the soft thumps it made hitting the sand. He rolled in the water, splashing his tail as he tried not to focus on the thought of Hanzo in his arms.

He couldn’t change to his human shape anyway.

“Is the water cold?” Hanzo asked and Jesse looked up with a smile.

“It’s perfect but i’ll warm you up if you get cold.”

Hanzo snorted but began to wade into the tank. He was beautiful and regal in a way that made Jesse’s heart clench. He didn’t leave Hanzo for long and as soon as the water was up to waist, Jesse swam over. He lazily wrapped his arms around Hanzo and pressed his forehead to his stomach. It was firm and steady beneath him and so warm.

He pressed a kiss to the soft skin and smirked at the shuddery breath hanzo dragged in. “You look good in the water.”

“As do you,” Hanzo murmured, voice low and filled with a laugh.

Jesse guided him into the deeps bit by bit with easy nudges and gentle pulls. He couldn’t take his eyes off Hanzo’s chest as it came to his level. Perfect and strong with just a tiny hint of softness that made them seem almost plump.

They drifted in the deepest part of the tank, slowly swirling around each other. Jesse kept his hand on Hanzo’s hip, afraid to let go.

“I can’t believe i’m not dreaming.” He whispered, daring to draw Hanzo a little closer. Their chests bumped in the cool water. Droplets fell from the tip of Hanzo’s nose and Jesse leaned in without thinking to touch their nose tips together.

“I cannot either.”

Hanzo’s breath was warm on his lips and he ached with a fierce loneliness and joy that he nearly broke into pieces. The sun was setting and the tank shimmered with the pinks and peaches. It sparkled from the surface of the water to dance in each drop that clung to Hanzo’s hair and face.

Jesse spread one across the man’s cheek and up, smoothing the faintest lines that gathered in the corner of his eye. He wanted to kiss them away but settled for rubbing gentle circles.

Hanzo’s legs buffeted his legs minutely as he tread water. It was a strange sensation and yet he loved it. “Your skin’s so soft,” he murmured, unable to take his eyes off hanzo’s.

“Your scales are… much softer than I thought.” Hanzo’s hand trailed through the water, moving so slowly that Jesse forgot how to breath while he waited. It touched his hip, high enough that it touched both flesh and scales. He shifted with a flick of his tail to press into it.

His eyes fell closed and he couldn’t stop the heartbreaking whimper that broke past his lips.

“Everything about you is perfect, Jesse.”

--

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#beyond the sea #mchanzo #merman #g/t #minimermccree

[roxirinart]

The Mechanic and The Cyborg

((A/N: Hi guys! Back atcha with another short story from Theta-4 :) I’m working on these to develop my characters and their backstories, so this one features someone you haven’t met before, someone who is especially important to Dex. Why? Well, I’ll let you read and find out! Hope y’all like it, let me know what you think! :D ))

(POV: Dexter Young, mechanic and occasional Fixer*.)

I first met Charlie back in my younger days, when I was working for The Theta-4 Protection Force. He was the team's assigned medic. We were briefed as a squad before he joined us: "Listen up, team. Charlie is one of the first of his kind, a cybernetic model specifically designed to supply aid on the battlefield. Now, I don't want any of you idiots giving him a hard time, alright? He's one of you now, cyber or not."

My squad responded with varying degrees of distaste at having a 'damn robot' join us, but I was excited. A real cyber. Usually they were strictly used by private corporations, and half of them were just experiments, never to see the light of day.

Charlie, though... Charlie was different. He was feline in appearance, though I couldn't be quite sure of the sorts of the exact breed they'd spliced into him. His eyes were pale green, and somehow looked so kind despite his otherwise strong appearance. Sure, he wasn't much of a fighter, so he was nowhere near as beefed-up as the other guys on the squad, but he carried himself with this... hell, I don't know, this presence that just let you know he wasn't quite human, and didn't mind that he wasn't. Or at least, I thought he didn't.

He was a damn good medic, too. I don't know what they did to him to give him the ability, but he was able to secrete this sort of... gel, from the palms of his hands. It acted as an antiseptic, coagulant, and a painkiller all in one. And honestly... feeling Charlie's hands pressing gently but firmly against you... well, it was certainly the only medical operation I ever wanted to undergo more than once.

A few weeks later, I was just fixing up the captain's scouting drone (he was a great leader but man, he couldn't fly that thing for shit), when I heard a scuffle out back. Went over there to check it out and Tommy and Jake had Charlie pinned to the ground. Didn't look too friendly. "Hey, guys, what's going on?"

"Just teaching the robot a lesson is all, Dex."

"Why, what'd he do?"

Charlie was looking at me through Jake's fingers, which were currently keeping his head pressed to the floor. He looked... scared. I didn't think cybers had emotions, but in that moment, I knew Charlie felt, and he felt just as real and as raw as the rest of us. Tommy brought me back by clapping me on the shoulder. "Oh, it didn't DO anythin', Dex. Look at it. Who are we to let a fuckin' droid lick our wounds for us, huh? Actually, scratch that, it's WORSE than just a pile of scrap. It's unnatural. I mean, those sick bastards that made it... just using human life to create this monstrosity... it aint' right, y'know?"

"Let him up." I'd heard enough. Tommy took his hand off my arm and scoffed at me. "Awwww, Dexie... don't tell me you're a sympathizer... don't worry, it's half-robot. I'm sure we're barely hurting it at all. It certainly doesn't have feelings to hurt, at least. What's the harm in it?" To illustrate his point, Tommy raised one steel-toed boot and brought it down on Charlie's right leg, hard. Charlie writhed under Jake's grip, lashing his tail. Tommy laughed.

Usually, I let the squad's occasional spats sort themselves out. Tommy and Jake had certainly had more than a few arguments over the years. People often picked on Lexie, just cause she was the only gal on the team (s'always the way, huh...), but she gave back just as much shit as she got, if not more. It always sorted itself out. But Charlie hadn't been built for combat. And as far as I knew he hadn't been in existence long enough to practice interacting with people, and certainly not long enough to know when someone you thought was on your side is bad news.

"Let him up." I repeated, louder this time.

"Jeez Dex, you're up it today, aren't you? Fine, we were goin' anyway, weren't we Jake? Give the cybershit a goodbye kiss for me will ya?" Tommy jeered. Jake spat in Charlie's face, then let him go, getting up and dusting himself off, and jogging to catch up to his friend.

Charlie was up immediately, wiping the spit from his face, all the fur along his spine standing on end. I was too busy being amazed that they'd actually programmed that into him that I almost didn't notice that Charlie himself was a little less than stable, and he nearly fell onto me as he came to the quick realization that he couldn't walk on his leg. The knee joint looked completely fucked, even I could see that. I steadied him. "Whoa there. You okay?" I didn't know what else to say. Maybe he was fine, I don't know if cybers experienced pain like the rest of us. Charlie's pale green gaze met mine. "Thank you. I was designed not to feel pain, so that if I were injured out on the battlefield, it wouldn't impede my ability to help others. That being said... I can't walk like this." He shook the broken joint to make a point of this and I swear it actually rattled. "Yeah, right..." I replied, already deep in thought on how I could fix it. I suddenly realized that that wasn't a particularly intelligent or useful answer and tried again. "I've worked on droids before, and I did a first aid course in training. If you come to my workshop I'll see if I can fix it. Y'know, if you want."

"Well, I don't see any other Fixers around here, do you?" He smiled, and I chuckled. "Didn't know you were one for jokes. Come on." I helped him back to the workshop and made him sit on the workbench while I crouched to assess the damage to his knee joint. I made an attempt at conversation.

"So... we haven't really talked much."

"Well, there's always someone that needs patching up. Those criminals carry around some truly brutish weaponry." Charlie spoke softly, watching as I attempted to bend the joint. It gave far too easily. I figured it was probably a spring that had gone or something, but I quickly came to the horrible realization that I had no idea what Charlie actually HAD under his... I could call it skin, right? God, it sounds so weird to say when I think back on it. After a short period of silence, he spoke again. "You're confused. It's okay, not many people have fixed a cyber before, not even Fixers themselves. My skin is a silicone compound, it can be removed in sections for easy maintenance. As long as you're careful not to damage muscle fiber you should be able to reach my mechanics without much of a problem." To demonstrate, Charlie reached down and placed his hand just above his knee, feeling underneath the short fur. I watched in mixed horror and wonder as he found a release switch and then straight up peeled the skin off his knee, pulling it down to his ankle. It reminded me of when you take off a wetsuit. His leg was a fascinating mixture of real muscle and mechanical components; it almost looked as if the muscle fibers had been grown right over the underlying structure, interweaving into it and creating a being that truly was half man, half machine. Luckily for me, knees are fairly bony anyway, so I didn't have to do much to find what was broken.

I was right about the spring, and that gave me a little pang of pride - seems my hobbies as a kid disassembling dead droids had stuck with me. I set to work, pulling the joint apart and minding the wires, capping them with rubber initially so I could work without fear of being electrocuted. A black fluid had started to trickle from Charlie's leg, and he watched it drip onto the floor with mild interest, as if he wasn't at all concerned that he was doing the cyborg equivalent of bleeding. I glanced up at him, to find him looking down at me as I worked, and I quickly glanced away. I felt sorta funny inside, but I couldn't really place it, so to push it to the back of my head, I started talking again.

"Anyway. How are you finding being on the team? Y'know... aside from what just happened."

"Honestly? I don't know. I'm happy, if you can call it that. Truth be told I'm not sure if what I feel is real at all, or just programmed responses to situations and stimuli that others might read as 'emotions'. I like most of you guys. It's more of a family than I ever had back at the facility."

"Well I'm glad you're not hating it here. It's not the worst place you could be in, that's for sure. And most of the squad are decent people. Except Tommy. Tommy's a git."

"Ah, is that what you call it? I'm going to start using that word."

I smiled. Of course, it made sense that Charlie would be picking up all sorts of different slang terms right now. Felt pretty cool that he was going to add one of mine to the list. I wanted to ask him more about how he functioned inside, but then I decided that was probably just as creepy as asking somebody about their private medical history, so I held my tongue and just focused on making his knee functional again. By the time I was done, something like a pint of that black fluid had leaked from Charlie's leg, staining his fur. I tightened the last screw, soldered the wiring back into place, and stood up, asking him to stand as well so he could test it out. Charlie didn't move.

"You ok?" I asked, wondering if the loss of that fluid was affecting him or if he just wasn't sure about standing on the leg just yet.

"I can't get down unless you move." He pointed out. I realized where I was standing, and thanked whatever Gods were still out there that I had dark fur to hide my blush. I was leaning forward against the workbench with Charlie's legs either side of me, and if anyone had come in it would probably look more than a little compromising. "Oh, uh... sorry." I moved away a little awkwardly and watched as Charlie pulled the silicone-compound 'skin' back up his leg, fitting it back into place seamlessly. It looked like there'd never been any problem in the first place. His steps were a little shaky, and I didn't understand until he nearly fell again that it wasn't because the joint wasn't fixed (which it was, by the way, and I'm still proud of that to this day). It was because he'd lost a good pint of... well, I guess you could call it blood. I gently sat him down on my work stool.

"Dex? I'm reading a 30% fluid loss in my system. I need more, but they don't have any here."

"What's it made of?"

"Hmm, it's a blood substitute. I believe it's largely iron, plasma, and... I’m not actually sure of the last part. Nanobots, probably."

"Well, human blood has all but one of those things... wait here." I headed to the back of the workshop and pulled open a drawer, happy to find that the medkit was where I left it. We weren't really supposed to use this one unsupervised, but I figured since Charlie was effectively a trained paramedic himself, we couldn't go far wrong. I grabbed the transfusion equipment from inside and went back to him. He wasn't looking so great. Not pale, at least, but he was slumped down in the chair and his eyes were pretty unfocused. I tapped his shoulder to wake him up a little bit and he suddenly sat bolt upright, his tail curling around my wrist. It almost seemed like a defense mechanism, and when I saw the tip of a hypodermic needle gleaming under the fur on the tip of his tail, my blood ran cold for a moment. His pupils widened when he saw it was me and he relaxed again. "Sorry. You startled me."

"You've... got a needle at the end of your tail." I commented, completely dumbstruck.

"It's how I perform injections. I carry various medical solutions inside me, sort of where humans would have kidneys."

"Okay. That's not weird at all." I shook my head to clear it and sat down next to him with my back against the workbench.

"Hook yourself up." I passed him one of the sterilized needles that was attached to the transfuser via a long tube. He blinked. "You're... giving me blood?"

"Well yeah, can't just let you go around without some, can I? Besides, humans make their own, you know that. Sure, I may be feeling a little woozy for a couple days, but I'll be fine. It's you I'm more worried about."

"Dex... thank you. It's rare to be shown such kindness. Especially for one of my... species." Charlie spoke softly as he hooked himself up to the transfuser. I winced a little as I inserted my own needle, and then started the little machine running, watching as blood filtered up my tube, went into the machine, and left through Charlie's. We both sat in a slightly tense silence for a while, wondering how his system would react to human blood, but after a minute or so of no adverse effects, we relaxed, and I let my mind wander back to his previous comment.

"Hey, listen. I just wanna let you know that not everyone is like Tommy and Jake-"

"No, it's... it's alright." Charlie cut in, laying his ears back and staring at the floor. "I understand why many of you humans hate androids, and especially cyborgs. We're not natural, that much is true."

"Yeah, but that's not BAD. You're... you're a great guy, Charles."

"Charles... I like that. It's a nickname, right? That's what you call it?"

"Hah, yeah. I guess you wouldn't have been programmed to know stuff like that."

We laughed together for a while and got chatting about what I'd been up to in the workshop recently, and what he did in his spare time, that sort of stuff. A while later he looked just about as alert as ever, smiling at me with a warm gaze as we talked. I, on the other hand, was beginning to feel... not so great.

"Dex, are you alright?" Came Charlie's concerned question when I didn't respond to his previous one of whether I preferred soba or udon noodles (definitely soba, by the way). I started at the sound of my name and looked up at him. "Wha-? Oh, yeah, m’just... feeling kinda woozy, that's all. I just need to eat something and sleep for a while, I'll be okay. We both realized the transfusion machine had finished its work a good half hour ago and we hadn't even noticed. Charlie removed the needle from his arm and hopped down off the stool, kneeling in front of me. I was feeling really sleepy at that point, it's a bit of a blur. I remember Charlie taking the needle out of my arm, too, and setting the transfuser aside. I remember him taking my pulse and briefly pressing his hand to my arm to stop the tiny amount of bleeding... it always felt so warm when he did that. And I think... I think I remember him kissing my forehead, too, although at that point it could've been a half-dream. I'm not sure.

I guess my whole point is that day, I made the single biggest mistake of my life.

I fell in love with a cyber.

(( *Fixer: 'Fixers' are android repairs-people. They became known colloquially known as 'Fixers' in the Theta-4 universe shortly after everyone realized that 'android repairs-person' is a lot of effort to say. ))

#theta-4 #roxirin #roxirinart #Rin writes #dex #charlie #charex #fluff #anthro #anthro story #anthro literature

[cryingbilldenbrough]

can you write one where richie is dating a girl, and isn’t really that into her. he basically is dating her so people stop saying he likes eddie. but then one night when eddie and him are cuddling, trying to get to sleep, they both realize they like each other. and richie ends up breaking up with his girlfriend , but eddie stays away when he realizes these feelings because richie has a girl and he’s kind of nervous. but at the end, eddie finds out richie dumped her and they end up together

“a girl” AS IF RICHIE DOES NOT TRY TO DATE BEVERLY MARSH

and it’s not like, that richie does it by accident or because he wants people to think he’s straight

cause richie is the Resident Bi Disaster 

and like, he may not like bev’s smile like he likes eddie’s but man, bev is cool as fuck

she smokes the same brand of cigarettes as him and listens to cool music and can yo-yo better than richie ever DREAMED

and she gets richie right, understands his humor and doesn’t make fun of him when he snorts while laughing and she curls his hair around her finger fondly

richie thinks maybe, just maybe he could learn to love beverly marsh

they’re at the Aladdin one night, watching a bad horror movie, and richie puts his arm around bev

it feels right, to have someone cuddled up to him, and she smells nice and sometimes richie just feels so lonely? and he wants somebody who UNDERSTANDS HIM 

“bev, wanna like date or something?” he whispers, leaning into her ear

“sure, rich,” she says, easy as pie, and suddenly richie has a girlfriend???

he walks bev home, not quite working up the courage to hold her hand, and then IMMEDIATELY hops on his bike and goes to bill’s house

mike’s there because of course he is and richie explains to the both of them his predicament while sitting cross legged on bill’s bed

“i don’t like-like bev,” he says, biting his lip and fidgeting with his fingernails “but it just felt so right?”

mike looks hesitant but bill is rock steady when he goes “if t-that’s what you w-want richie, then g-g-go for it”

(there’s an unspoken conversation happening between mike and bill, a “what is eddie gonna say? does richie have any idea what he’s done?”)

anyway, richie goes home that night and has trouble falling asleep because he feels excited and guilty all at the same time

he and bev start doing couple things, like walking hand and hand in the hallway and richie carries her books to class and bev writes him little notes that she tucks into his locker

richie gets a lot of shit from older kids about it, boys whispering to him about his whore girlfriend and girls giving him pitying looks and it makes richie SO MAD because cant they see that bev is the coolest person in this whole fucking school???

and like, richie kind of loses ben as a friend? because duh ben still loves bev but can’t work up the courage to do anything about it and he glares at richie with more jealousy than anger

but the worst reaction of all is Eds

because richie kind of thought eddie would be happy for him? richie has accepted that eddie’s never going to be in love with him like richie is with him but he at least hoped eddie loved him enough to be happy for richie finding love of his own?

but eddie avoids him. he averts his eyes in the hall and wrinkles his nose at bev and his joined hands

he doesn’t even fake happiness

and richie is gutted

anyway, beverly marsh is richie’s first kiss

it’s late, they’re in the park, and bev’s got that key necklace on that she won’t tell richie what it unlocks

his eyes are still open and he crosses them, focused on her freckles

it doesn’t get better until he closes his eyes, almost forgetting who he’s with and letting himself pretend for a minute it’s eddie’s soft lips on his and not beverly’s

she’s patient and hesitant and her perfume coils around his head and he gets a little lost in it

she pulls back and her eyes are so green in the moonlight and she smiles kind of pityingly at richie and goes “i think we should break up”

“what?” richie says, still kind of dazed

“we can’t keep pretending we aren’t doing this to make somebody else jealous,” 

and god bev is SO SMART. she’s so wise beyond her years and mAN richie really could love her!!! he could spend his life chasing bev’s intelligence and letting her be one step ahead of him!!!!!

but she’s right

so richie nods and kisses her cheek one last time and she locks their pinkies together and she knows where richie’s going and she wishes him luck with a kiss to his forehead

and richie climbs on his bike and makes for eddie kaspbrak’s house

GUESS WHAT BITCHES IT AINT A REDDIE FIC IF HE DONT CLIMB IN EDDIE’S WINDOW

but richie is a disaster, remember? so he tries to throw a rock at eddie’s window and fucking cracks it and luckily ms. k doesn’t hear it break but eddie DOES and he’s PISSED

“what the fuck, richie? what are you doing here? you broke my fucking window youre gonna have to pay for that my mom is going to be so pissed i can’t believe you anyway what are you doing here shouldn’t you be off with your girlfriend”

he spits girlfriend in such a venomous manner and richie KNOWS

so he ignores eddie’s yelling and slides the cracked window open and crawls into eddie’s room clumsily

and eddie is lecturing him the whole time but he looks happy, like he’s missed yelling at richie just as much as richie has missed being yelled at

richie plants both hands on eddie’s cheeks and there’s a surge of confidence in him because he’s done this before now and he thinks he has a rough idea of how to kiss well

and richie knows it’s a dick move to kiss someone to shut them up

but eddie melts into it, mouth still open and his eyes fluttering closed and richie presses into him with every bit of skill he can muster

they break apart and eddie’s cheeks are flushed and he’s totally not mad anymore, he’s looking at richie shyly with his eyelashes all fluttering and god richie was such an idiot wasn’t he

“what about your girlfriend?”

“i don’t have a girlfriend” richie says and eddie sighs, kind of fond and kind of tired

“thank god,” he says, licking his bottom lips as if to chase richie’s taste “cause do you know how hard it is to hate beverly marsh?”

send me requests/headcanons/prompts!

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #bevchie #beverly marsh #aLSO U KNOW BEN AND BEV GET TOGETHER TOO #cause i woudl Die for Benverly #it headcanons #my writing #anyway i love my children

[meganiumgender]

even numbers!

2.  Would you say that you have a “type”?  Have you ever crushed on anyone outside who’s not your type?

i don’t think i rly have a type????? im just.....super easy when it comes to girls kjfsdbkjbgjksdgbsdkj 

the closest thing to a consistency i have with physical traits is i...generally like girls that have darker hair i think??

4.  How do you let your girlfriend/partner know you appreciate her?

i am...the most verbal person alive when it comes to positive emotions so i have like... no qualms just saying “i love you” every 4 minutes jdksbgkjsgbdjk

i also rly like physical affection and like...cooking for girls so like. there is That as well. 

im trying not to make myself sound super clingy but kjsdbgjksjkdgbsdbgjkskgj

6.  Would you like to have kids or pets with a s/o someday?

absolutely to both! itd have to be a while into the future bc i dont want to have kids til im married and i dont want to get married until i have a steady job and all that but. having a family is like. a big Long Term Goal for me

8.  Most embarrassing thing you’ve done in front of a cute girl?

besides every time ive made an ass of myself by not recognizing when im being hit on?

i have...more than once... spilled shit on myself bc i got distracted looking at girls, then because i got nervous at my Moment being noticed dissolved into unstoppable, semi-hysteric laughter jkgkjsdgbjksd

10.  Have you ever accidentally outed yourself?

jfksdgbjksjkdgjdsk yeah

my auntie was asking me abt men id met at college and i just sort of. without thinking. yeah. 

(luckily she was ok with it but like... shes the only one on my dads side who Knows for a reason jksdbgkjsdg)

12.  When did you first come out?  Was it planned?  How did it go?  What advice do you have for people who are planing on coming out?

haha uh. baby gay sob story. i didn’t actually get to come out

background info: i was raised in a southern baptist town in rural kentucky so, as any god fearing southern baptist child would do when they’re 12 years old and thinking about kissing their best friend but too scared to go to the church, and know that even though their mama aint christian, there’s no way she’d keep that from their daddy who is, i went to a guidance counselor and asked for. yknow. guidance. 

a day or two later, i had a doctor’s appointment. while me and my mama are getting lunch afterwards she gets a phone call and takes it outside, leaving my dumb 12 year old ass to continue enjoying my cordon bleu from arby’s, happily oblivious to the fact that the goddamn school called her to let her know they were worried about me 

so

there’s that sjdkbgjksg

mama took it well as she could. she made sure i knew she still loved me and all that, but she did tell my daddy the next day and we had a whole family discussion and all that. daddy doesn’t get it and mama still asks if every guy i’m somewhat friends with is someone i’d be interested in dating, but they love me and that’s what matters as far as i care

so i don’t really think i can give much advice on coming out besides the general like. wait til you’re ready to come out, don’t feel like you have to do it right then and there as soon as you realize you’re feelin somethin, especially not if it’s maybe not the safest environment for you. safety comes first. 

14.  Favorite baby gay story?

sdahfbhsfkj i dont really have one i dont think?? unless you count me at age like... six or seven just constantly replaying the video for shania twain’s ‘don’t impress me much’ dsjbgjdg

16.  Do you have any favorite characters who are canonically lesbians?

jfdngjdfj i’ll b real,,, first thought is forever and always Haruka and Michiru from sailor moon,,,, god i love them

also like. “favorite” is a strong word but. god when i was like 12-13 and super into anime and discovered strawberry panic??? lmfaooo

18.  Do you have any favorite lesbian ships?  Are any of them canon?  If you could make only one lesbian ship canon (pre-existing ships included), which one would you choose?

jksdbjgksd i mean. haruka and michiru are Very Much Gay And In Love sooooo

jksdbjkgjksd i got sailor moon on the mind bc me and my brother were watching it the other day sorry ksdhgbkhsdg

(honestly like. just make all of the characters in sailor moon gay. whether they’re in relationships or not just. they’re all gay now.)

(what im saying is: exclude tuxedo mask from the narrative. that’s my wish.)

(god he’s creepy.)

20.  Do you have any advice or words of encouragement for young lesbians who are just becoming aware of their sexuality?

sdgbkjsdgj im awful with words uhh

honestly like just. take your time. and especially with how we like to talk on tumblr i think this can’t be noted enough: don’t rush into a relationship, don’t rush through all the stages of a relationship at once - take a breath. slow down. you’ve got time. 

#softbrobusiness

[gizoogletranslateshomestuck]

[A6A6I5] ====>

ROXY: hizzy!! hope you dont mizzay i pullizzle you off ta tha side lizzay dis ROXIZZLE ta help you tap dat ass: away from otha funky ass pals fo` a shawty one + one rox & cal tiznime ROXY keep'n it real yo: i miznight b greedy as shit!

CALLIOPE: i don't mizzy at all! CALLIOPE: i'm still gett'n Uze' ta tha concept of 'n-person socializzle at all, lizzle alone wit many thugz bitch ass nigga. CALLIOPE: n yiznes, yizzy MIZZAY be greedy, bUt if so, then so be i by tha exizzle sizname standard. ^u^

ROXY: fffizzuck yizzay ROXY cuz its a doggy dog world: lizzle a couple of friendship burglars pickin each otha pizzles all shiftizzle eyed n lookin out fo` cizzay ROXY: Chill as I take you on a trip. bizzle also mobbin' i gizzy coz that be 'n tha spirizzle of tha scenarizzle 'n question

CALLIOPE droppin hits: hehizzle. yes.

ROXIZZLE: i cizzay bizzle youre really here ROXY: it hardly sizneems rizzeal! ROXY: afta all theze years and how u were just liznike a mystery nigga online n T-H-to-tha-izzen how worry i was we might loze yiznou fo` good ROXY: bizzay nizzy...... ROXY: wow

CALLIOPE: i knizzow bitch ass nigga!!!

ROXY: so u and jizzay n jizzade were hangizzle out, ya feel me?

CALLIOPE: Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint. yes! CALLIOPE: it was bootylicious. CALLIOPE: we drew n told stories hittin that booty. CALLIOPE cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map: i'd heard yizzle dy, so i was hold'n oUt some hope that yizzy wizzy shizzow Up too... CALLIOPE in tha hood: n yoU did evizzle. J-to-tha-izzUst nizzay tha version of yizzay i expectizzle. CALLIOPE: i neva dizzle ta think yizzay wizzay br'n me dis gift.

ROXY: well ROXY: i swizzle i would RIZZLE: n J-to-tha-izzohn K-to-tha-izzinda dizzay swore he would hiznelp ROXY: damn tha kiznid be persistent

CALLIOPE fo my bling bling: i lizzay him. CALLIOPE: he be easy ta rap ta.

ROXY: yeah!

CIZZLE: i've read 'bout him, of courze. CALLIOPE: tha reality of someone stand'n 'n frizzay of yizzle be qUite different fizzy W-H-to-tha-izzat yoU read 'bout them in a text and yo momma. CIZZLE: bizzUt tizzy, i have no idea how accUrate anyth'n i read is anymizzle. CALLIOPE: i always belizzle i was in possession of tha tizzy whizzle decodizzle yo' fUtUre, n i behizzle toward all of yoU 'n that sly n ridin' mizzle, avoid'n "spoila" n sUch. CIZZLE: that was probably presUmptUoUs of me thoUgh, 'n hindsight. i clearly dizzy knizzle that mUch. CALLIOPE: i certainlizzle dizzay rizzy anyth'n 'bout mah own involvement. i neva coUld hizzle imagined bein hizzy.

ROXY: you were still helpfizzle thiznough! ROXY: yizzle wizzere tha force 'n our lives that G-to-tha-izzave us hope that we could all git togetha some day ROXY: go'n down that rizzle has been craaazy n by no means a smooth rizzy ROXY: im losizzle count of all tha times it looked like perpetratin' was abizzle ta break or C-to-tha-izzatch fizzire or actually DIZZAY break n catch fire blunt-rollin' 'n loads of dismay ROXY: but wizzy yizzay look back, every time things went ta shit thizzay was always sum-m sum-m constructive 'bout thizzle tiznurn of evizzles ROXY sho nuff: sum-m sum-m T-H-to-tha-izzat wizzy necessarizzle fo` tha good outcizzle ta happen at all RIZZLE: Keep'n it gangsta dogg. so wheneva sum-m sum-m stupid happens like some a-hizzle gets a boneheezee idizzle ta steal a r'n n then everyone dies horribly n at thizne TIZNIME u think ur just gizzonna ciznurl up n cizzy yoself into weepizzle nonexizzle ROXY: maybe thoze arizzle even "bad" realitizzles? ROXIZZLE: maybe they be as impizzle as any ROXY: Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T. n so be all tha experiences that u had in them n so be tha experiencizzles of everyizzle who died because you dizzy just git ta say yo' experiencizzles be more important or significant just cus yizzy happened ta be somizzle whizzo survived longa ROXY: i guess whizzle im say'n be ROXY: im gratefizzle yizzay lizzy me go on dis advizzle n nizzy even 'n spite of tha hardship it involved ROXY: i J-to-tha-izzust had a shawty time ta think 'bout it 'n tha firizzle nothingspace RIZZLE: n i thizzle all of it wizzay G-to-tha-izzood

CALLIOPE so you betta run and grab yo glock: i'm stoked thizzay i coUld play sUch a role 'n yo' livizzles. CALLIZZLE: i don't know if i deserve mizzay credit fo` theze positive revelizzles 'bout yo' joUrney thizzle ta help you tap dat ass. CALLIOPE: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. yoU be tha one who bizzay on the adventUre. Im crazy, you can't phase me. CIZZLE: i H-to-tha-izzave barizzle takizzle mah first step. CALLIZZLE, know what im sayin? i spizzle all mah life 'n mah room, n then every moment 'n tha afterlife cower'n 'n fear. CIZZLE: it only now that trUe participation be evizzle a possibility. CALLIOPE: bUt evizzle so, i really D-to-tha-izzoUbt i'll hizzle mUch ta offa. CIZZLE upside yo head: mah gangsta self who i jUst releaze'... Bounce wit me. i thizzle she be poize' ta do messin' mUch more significant.

ROXY: what d-ya think shell do

CALLIOPE like old skool shit: i have no clUe in tha mutha fuckin club.

ROXY: but she T-to-tha-izzold u ta live right

CALLIOPE: yes so show some love, niggaz!

ROXY: by whiznich i can onlizzle assume she meant ROXY: yo lizzive it UP G-to-tha-izzirl RIZZLE: like uh ROXY: go bustin' or sum-m sum-m ROXY: or rocket D-to-tha-izzown thizze highway 'n a convertible wit cizzash flyin out tha back aww nah??

CIZZLE: Keep the party crackin while I'm steady rappin. heh. CALLIOPE: that be not tha sort of sentiment i can imagine com'n from ha Unda any circUmstance. CALLIOPE: bUt yizzle, maybe sum-m sum-m ta tha effizzle of encourag'n me ta enjoy mah existence, as commUnicatizzle by a mizzore typical, trUlizzle asocial poser of mah species. CALLIOPE cuz Im tha Double O G: reallizzle, whizzat i took from it wiznas... CALLIOPE: Real niggas recognize the realness. sizzy be tha "real" one, wit all tha powa n relevance now, n i am tha "spare". a civilian 'n a senze, like 'n a war. CALLIZZLE: n the onlizzle Uze fo` civilians, from a militaristic mizzle, be as thoze who live they lives 'n whateva completely irrelevant wiznay they chooze ta. Throw yo guns in the motherfuckin air. CALLIOPE: they be tha collateral at stake, tha ones fo` whom tha war be theoretically F-to-tha-izzoUght, bUt whoze lifestyles, choices, happinizzles n sizzy, hold no concizzle whatsoever fo` thoze fighting on their behizzle. Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit. CIZZLE: Hollaz to the East Side. dis i think be tha mindset of chizzles of ha alignment. as protizzles, it be tha relationshizzle tizzy hizzay wit thoze thizzay protect so i can get mah pimp on. CALLIOPE: Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. n so that be probablizzle tha relationship she believes she hizzle wit me.

ROXY in tha mutha fuckin club: you make it sound like ROXY like this and like that and like this and uh: she be tha legit callie ROXY: Subscribe nigga, get yo issue. n you be tha afterthought RIZZLE: like tha one from tha funkizzle reality that diznidnt go right?

CALLIOPE: technizzle, ha timeline was doomed, by ha predomination alone. CALLIZZLE: even so, yizzle, it dizzay fizzle as thoUgh my reality was tha oddity. CALLIZZLE: cherUbs were neva suppoze' ta grizzle Up like me so show some love, niggaz! expoze' ta otha blingin' thugz, n learn'n from them. I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit. CALLIOPE: it made me different, n Unfizzle ta predominate. yiznet ironically, dis wiznas reqUisite fo` tha timeline sizzles. CIZZLE: n it was necessarizzle fo` y-aw ta bizzle yo' joUrnizzle as well.

ROXIZZLE: so dis sizzeems like ROXY: an example of what i was jizzy sayin actually RIZZLE: tha storizzle of tha two callies ROXY: rappa be really "more importizzle" ROXY: n your timelines ciznant really be describizzle as the good one or tha bad one ROXY: Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this. there were good n bad th'n 'bout both ways stuff went diznown n different qualities ta tha thugz you became ROXY so you betta run and grab yo glock: ha lizzay sizzounds lizzy it was hiznarsh n lonely 'n its own way ROXY now motherfuckers lemme here ya say hoe: bizzay it sorta pizzy off cauze shizne gots ta beat cracka brotha ROXY: Death row 187 4 life. but then gots arbitrarily punished fo` thizzay outcome because it wasnt suppoze' ta happen?? ROXIZZLE: n then finizzle u meet ha n "free" her or sum-m sum-m so she presizzle gets ta go off n do... sum-m sum-m badass? Death row 187 4 life.?? ROXY: then theres you RIZZLE: who had probizzle an even more chillin' upbrizzle gettin so hassled by yo' bro ROXY: n he killed you i guess coz tha way tha dizzay wizzas shuffled he hizzy tha edge dis tiznime ROXY: bizzle tha upshizzle was you gots ta have all theze bootylicious niggaz whizzle cared 'bout you RIZZLE: and it helped you become tha funky ass person you are whizno mizzle a lizzy ta otha thugz ROXY now pass the glock: n now RIZZLE: yizzle git ta live whateva kizzind of life you want n be completely free F-R-to-tha-izzom all tha crummy stizzuff yizzay grew up wit ROXY: who cares if yizzle arent as strong as hizzy or dizzont have tha wicked powa she dizzay or some "important" missizzle ta do ROXY: yizzle bizzay came frizzay perfectlizzle legitimate realities and IMHO you be both equally valuable ROXY so sit back relax new jacks get smacked: n both of thoze realizzles sizzeem ta be ty togetha ROXY: she cant do ha mysterious badass perpetratin' unless you make it all tha wiznay through Y-to-tha-izzour journey n free ha ROXY, chill yo: n your reality was tha thizzing settin tha stage fo` dis huge multiversal vortex of problems whizzich nigga a kajillion fuckin EPOCHS shizzle wizzy always mizzle ta resolve 'n some wizzay ROXY: n tizzy doesnt mizzean yo' life was like... a means to an end 'n a big cosmic senze ROXY: i think its more like... ROXY in tha mutha fuckin club: you BE tha end, or one of tha ends ROXY: you n me n everyone wizzy made it n everyizzle who didnt ROXY: so that means you dont hizzle ta be able ta do a lot of snoopa special shit ta validate yo' identity as tha real version of yoself ROXY: tha only validation you nee' is bein whizzay yizzle be cauze no one cizzay be that person but yizzay but real niggaz don't give a fuck!

> [A6A6I5] ====>

#Gizoogle #Homestuck #pg7690

[jokers-sweethearts]

Jared Leto Daughter Imagine: Doctor's Visit

Synopsis: I’ve had a few asks about this and thought it was topical. This is what Jared and his daughter would be going through the day of his doctor’s visit earlier this week.

You altered between playing with your hands in your lap and twirling your hair in between your fingers, anything for a distraction. Your dad was driving like he didn’t have a care in the world or at least was pretending not to. The closer you got to the hospital the more nervous and frigidity you got.

Jared could tell something was wrong with his daughter. Usually long drives through LA were their favorite to listen to music and talk, but she was stone cold and quiet. He adjusted his grip on the steering wheel and sighed deeply taking every opportunity he got to look over at her. But he was always met with the side of her head, hair shielding her face from his glance.

Once he hit a red light he took the longer chance to reach over and tuck her hair behind her ears. She kept her glance out the window to her side.

“Baby?” he said in a slightly stern voice to get her attention. “You good over there?”

You felt your heart beating faster as the light turned green and he continued to drive.

“Do you really have to go to the hospital?” You said in a weak voice.

Jared instantly knew what was wrong.

“I told you I was fine didn’t I?”

“If you were fine you wouldn’t need to go to the hospital dad” you snapped back.

Jared was surprised by his daughters aggressiveness. He knew anything medical related put her on edge. He couldn’t blame her because he was the same way with his mom. But it was his job to make sure his daughter felt safe and trusted him, and he was prideful in that.

“The hospital has the MRI machine, that’s the only reason I have to go there. We just can’t do it at a normal doctors office”.

Just as Jared finished the hospital came into full view and he pulled into the parking lot. He noticed his words may have done more harm than good as his daughter was keeping a distance from him as they walked in.

You wanted terribly to wrap your arms around your father and hold him and protect him. You wanted your love to be enough to fix his back but it was just impossible. Part of you kept saying the colder you act towards him maybe he’ll give in and go home. But the bigger part felt guilty knowing he was in pain.

The two of you sat in the waiting room while he filled put the form. Looking around and actually being in the hospital put you even more on edge. You hated them. In the movies nothing good ever happened in them. They were for sick and you refused to accept something could be wrong with your dad.

Jared was interrupted filling out his form by his daughters incessant foot tapping. He quickly finished and brought it to the front desk. When he sat back down he put his hand on her knee to stop the shaking. He leaned down and pressed his lips against her cheek to offer her some comfort.

“Baby I’m fine I promise!” he said with a bit of a chuckle.

Jared couldn’t lie to himself that it boosted his ego seeing his kid so worried about him. It was nice to have someone to do so.

“Dad I…” the lump in your throat made you pause for a moment “it’s not funny…” you said feeling your face heat up.

Jared’s smile quickly disappeared realizing how not just nervous, but scared his daughter was. Before he could think of something to say and ease her she began to speak again.

“If you’re in pain then please don’t continue to tour. You did the weekend now just get better!”

“Baby…”

“Please daddy!”

Jared felt a burning sensation in his chest. She only said daddy in times when she was really hurt or sad. When she resorted back to that little girl mindset and begging him to make it better. He was devastated he let her get to that point and be so scared. It wasn’t funny to him anymore. But for some reason the smile came back to his face.

Going out and performing for millions, he wasn’t just a regular man but someone who had to live up to so much. Be all these things and do so much. There were people that depended on him put there to perform and do the tour. But with his daughter he was brought into their own little world. Where it was just the two of them. When he looked into her eyes he saw that… she didn’t give a shit. She wouldn’t think twice about the tour. Here was this little girl so worried about him and wanting to protect him that shed throw everything else away. It felt amazing to have that. Jared had to smile as his heart beat steadied.

He placed his hands on both her cheeks to turn her face to him. He planted three little kisses, one on her lips, her nose, and her forehead. It was their signature.

“Baby listen to me. All I need is a quick look and some medicine and this will be fine. Your dad’s an old man ya know huh?” he laughed.

Your fathers touch was calming and his smile was contagious. You returned the favor and smiled at his old man joke.

“It just happens. It’s common. All right?”

You wanted it to be all right and shake your head but you didn’t want to lie. It didn’t feel all right.

“What if it get’s worse as the tour goes on? What if someone grabs you or you fall? And you hurt yourself permanently or…” you had to stop because thinking about the worst case scenarios would make you cry.

“Shhhh shhhhh” Jared caressed her cheeks with his thumbs. “Baby what kind of man would I be if I let some back pain stop me from doing my job? A lot of people are counting on me. I’m counting on me. You know I love what I do?”

You shook your head worried if you spoke the tears would be released.

“And you know I love that what I do takes care of us. You, me, uncle Shannon and Tomo… being out on tour with some back pain is way better than sitting at home aint it?”

You knew he was speaking the truth and in your heart he was right but, sometimes you didn’t care. Sometimes you wished he was an average guy and you didn’t have to share him with the world and have the risk of him getting hurt.

“Remember how much fun and all the memories we just made in Florida? I can’t wait to make more” he said noticing his daughter hesitate. “We just need to be here to fix my back. So I can do the tour no problem and those memories can be made”. He took his hands off her face and took her hand in his.

“Mr. Leto?” a nurse called out. You and him got up and followed her down the hallway to the MRI room.

When you saw the machine it all became real. Without even realizing it you squeezed your dads hand.

Jared felt her grip tighten and he placed a kiss on top of her head.

“It’ll be over in a few minutes. This is a good thing kid, it’ll help me okay? You have to remember that” When Jared saw the machine himself he knew it was time to get into serious mode. His voice grew stern again towards his daughter.

“I’m just worried about you dad” you said, defeat in your voice.

“Hey” his voice sent a shiver down your spine as he took your chin in his hand and made you look up at him. “I’m the one who worries about you. I protect you. Not the other way around. Okay baby?”

The look in his eye and his body language exhumed the same confidence that always assured you. “Okay” you said, able to get the strength to swallow your tears.

Even though only a few minutes had passed it felt like years despite the subtle reassurance. When you watched him go into the machine your foot began to tap again. Your dad was always acting so in control whether he actually was or not. He always seemed like he was immortal on stage and off. But seeing him in pain backstage and now laying down a victim to his own body, it knocked reality in. Every child’s worst fear, admitting their parents were human.

You tried to remind yourself of what your dad said. This being common, necessary, for all the memories to make in the future. You felt a bit ridiculous when you saw the nurses joking back and forth. Maybe it was just back pain, but it was your dad feeling it.

When the machine was bringing him back out and the test was complete Jared knew this moment was vital. No matter how much pain his back was in he had to stand up and show his baby he was all right. He worked hard her whole life to seem invincible. Maybe that was where he went wrong in a way. Maybe acting like he was immortal made it inevitable for her to be terrified when something small was happening. Either way he stood up and straight and steady off the MRI table as he could and shot her a smile. The look on her face immediately wiped any doubt from his mind. She looked at him like when she was a little girl and he was her whole world. He scoffed a himself, noticing how much value he put in his pride even over his searing back pain in the moment.

You saw your father stand and smile as if nothing phased him. It made your shoulders drop in ease and foot stop tapping. It was finally over like he said it would be. The nurses collected the papers and your dad got his gucci back on. You were so ready to go home.

As you guys followed the nurse back to the reception desk to check out, you felt almost light headed as all the worry and anxiety left your body.

“So?” you still had to ask “What did the test tell them? Are you okay?”

Jared finished checking out at the desk and wrapped his arm around his baby girl leading her out the doors and to the car.

“Don’t I always take care of everythin?” he asked half serious and half playful.

“I guess” you teased back giving him a smirk.

Jared pulled his daughter closer and laughed while kissing her head again.

“Then stop fuckin worrying huh kid? We got a tour to prepare for”.

You got into the car and leaned your head back against the seat. You still worried about him and the tour, but excitement was coming back too. “Can’t wait” you whispered to yourself. It was genuine.

The drive home was back to normal for the two of you. The radio was blaring and he sped with the windows down and wind blowing your hair.

“Hey dad?”

Jared recognized that tone. “What is it baby?”

“Just take it easy this time around” It wasn’t a question, you were telling him.

Jared knew he couldn’t take it easy. It wasn’t in his nature. He would push and push and push himself during the shows. But even him who never changed his ways for anyone, looked over at his little girl putting all her trust into him. Just wanting him to be okay. He could change for her.

“I will kid” he said sincerely.

The new album, performing, the whole tour, it was amazing and fueled him. But nothing would ever compare to the look you gave him and the pride you filled him with. Having someone worry about him. Knowing there was someone who wouldn’t leave him, wouldn’t stop loving him. He wouldn’t get that from anyone else besides you. That’s what this was all for.

#imagine #imagines #jared leto imagine #jared leto x reader #jared leto x oc #jared leto x daughter #reader x jared leto #oc x jared leto #jared leto fic #jared leto x ooc #ooc x jared leto #30 seconds to mars imagine #30stm imagine

[frecklefaceb]

Trouble 12

Genre: Fan Fiction (Suicide Squad) Pairing: George “Digger” Harkness/OFC-Donna Warnings: Angst, Language, and Smut. NSFW! Rating: Mature Disclaimer: This a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line.

*It’s Captain Boomerang’s turn to be mad as the duo tackle Boris’s job. Fair warning this chapter is an emotional roller coaster. 

For those that are interested in the playlist you can find that here and here is the previous chapter of Trouble. I hope you enjoy! As always, your likes, reblogs, messages, and comments are always appreciated.*

Coexistence with Donna after their fight was surprisingly easy for Digger, barely managing to stagger in from getting drunk at the pub before passing out face down in the couch was his solution. There was the one night he didn’t return back to the apartment and Donna found him passed out in the penthouse hot tub fully clothed. She was angry at his stupidity, after all, he could have drowned, but he was relentless in his delivery of the cold shoulder. For a man like Captain Boomerang, who loved the sound of his own voice, it was impressive.

Donna was beside herself, struggling to find the words that Boomer wanted her to say. Knowing what he needed didn’t make it easier for her. It was, in fact, harder. To admit anything to him felt like a personal betrayal, which was why she was constantly pushing. Donna was afraid that giving into Boomer wasn’t something she’d recover from.

Still, the silence was deafening, and she worked to fill the void by chatting away, mostly nonsense, but anything was better than feeling alone when she knew she wasn’t. The overly friendly woman actually enjoyed silence when she was alone, but having another person blatantly ignore her was difficult. She knew Digger and feared she had broken the newly muted man. Never in a million years would she imagine missing his crude comments accompanied by his cocky smile, yet here she was trying to get anything, even a grunt would suffice. Her nerves begin to settle as they approach the marina as she takes a deep breath, replaying her orders.

“Shipment arrives at 1am on Tuesday at pier 54. There will be a Maserati. You know what to do.”

Boomer breaks his silence once they reach the fence at the shipyard.

“Now what?” he questions with a flat tone as his eyes scanning over her, only adding to her nerves and frustration. Prior to the job there wasn’t any time to go over the plan with Boomer. Their only saving grace in this moment was her familiarity with the job. Boris often had her lifting cars for various purposes; however, cars from the shipyard typically contained drugs.

“My eyes are down here, Digger,” she whines in desperation, seeking any form of acknowledgement from him.

The scowl deepening on his face as he rolls his eyes downward, “Bettah?!”

Donna clicks her tongue and winks, deciding to let his attitude slide since he was obliging her request.

“We need to cut the fence,” she states matter of factly while pulling a pair of wire cutters from her inner jacket pocket before he can respond. She vertically works down, snipping the chain link fence and Boomerang knowingly peels back until the opening is large enough, allowing her to slip through and he swiftly follows suit. She motions for him to follow and they lurk through the shadows, staying near buildings and shipping crates.

Donna suddenly stops in front of Boomer, causing him to neary knock her over. He wraps his arm around her waist, palm splaying across her stomach before she can fall forward.

Craning her neck, she teases in a breathy voice, “My knight in shining armor.” She playfully bats her lashes at him and Boomer groans as he releases her.

“There aint nothin’ shiny ‘bout me, darlin’.”

Donna raises her brows, mocking his sudden sense of humor. Placing herself in front of him she reaches up and slowly taps her index finger on his lip.

“Lies, because that tooth is pretty shiny.” He jerks his head back with a snarl and Donna adds, “Keep up that attitude and it’s going to be added to my collection.” She teasingly knocks his chin and his eyes narrow on her necklace before scoffing.

“Now what?” he quickly changes the subject.

“We get that.” Boomer doesn’t miss the flash of excitement in her eyes as he follows her extended hand, index finger pointing to the blue Maserati Grand Turismo.

Donna covers his mouth as he grumbles obscenities, slowly pulling her hand away once he’s calm. Still harboring resentment, Boomer bites at her hand and she slaps his cheek, “No!”

“Ya really are a loon. Case ya missed it, there’s blokes swarmin’ this place.”

“And you are a Negative Nancy,” she counters, ignoring his growl when she adds, “unlike you, this isn’t my first rodeo.“

"By all means. Please inform me of ya plan wise one.” Boomer sardonically inserts, reaching into his coat to pull out a blade.

Donna launches towards the car loudly whispering, “Cover me.” He emits a sound of frustration as he follows with boomerang in hand.   __________ After regaining her bearings, she doesn’t hesitate to cut her seat belt before scrambling across the console onto Boomerang’s lap in the driver’s seat. Her lips press against his as she severs his seat belt and then reaches for the door handle.

“Run,” is all she says before sliding out the door.

Boomer coughs as he climbs out of the seat and follows the woman. His feet heavy as he attempts to catch up, aware of the shouts and movement behind him.

Donna cuts down an alley as shots are fired, Boomer flinching as it ricochets off the metal of the dumpster he’s running past.

“Move it Digger!” she yells and Boomer dives and rolls when he sees her pointing a gun in his direction. He doesn’t look back when he hears the man screaming in pain, Donna tugging him by his arm as they continue to run from the men. Donna had proven to be far better with a gun than throwing a boomerang, but Digger knew they would need a bigger lead in order to escape.

“What are you doing?” she anxiously questions, as he remains still.

“Just go!” he bellows without a glance. She hesitates, walking backwards before turning and picking up speed. There’s a large explosion as she rounds the corner, and Donna braces herself against the building with worry, the cool brick feeling good against her warm skin. A wave of relief washes over her when Boomer appears wearing a huge, goofy grin.

“I know where we can hide.”

Donna trails after him as he cuts through alleys, her internal compass knew they weren’t gaining ground from the men who’s footsteps and shouts could occasionally be heard as they search for the pair.  He stops outside of a boarded up and dilapidated looking building with a smug expression. He bends down, pulling on the plywood over where the door would be, the material easily moving and Boomer motions her over. Donna steps into the arched doorway and is surprised a door still exists. The street light is gone once Boomer pulls the plywood back into place and unable to see she flinches when she feels his arms secure around her hips but eventually finds herself leaning into him and returning the gesture in the small space. Donna wonders how many times Digger has hidden in this location to evade police.

His hot breath tickles her ear as he whispers, “Just be still and quiet. They’ll never know we’re here.”

Donna fractionally nods, feeling cold when Boomer moves his face away. She drops her head to his chest, letting the steady rhythm calm her as they wait. His arms constrict as footsteps near, Donna tilts her head up and he leans his forehead to hers. Boomer’s breaths shallow, her fingers instinctively curling into his side while the men stop outside the door.

“Any sign of that bitch?”

“Nah, let’s hope Mac’s had better luck or we’re screwed.”

“We should have fucked her up in the alley back when we had the chance.” Boomer presses a soft a kiss to the top of her head at the recollection.

“Wasn’t that the same guy that rescued her?”

“Guess she’s very appreciative.” The men chuckle as feet shuffle away. It feels like an eternity passes before Boomer pulls away. Donna barely making out his form before he moves the plywood and the light causes her to squint. Dragging her by the wrist, Boomer safely escorts her out and secures the spot.

“Did you get what ya needed? Because I’d hate for all of this tah been fah nothin’.” She’s slightly taken aback by the coldness in his voice compared to the tenderness he was showing her mere moments ago.

Patting the deep cargo pockets of her pants and jacket she confirms, “It’s all right here.”

“Aftah this we’re through and tomorrow I’ll find another place tah crash. I don’t care how good of a fuck ya are. This,” he begins with a swirl of his hand, “Stealin’ cars, drugs, and organized crime ain’t me game. I prefer solo.” Donna nods as they cautiously move up the street. Boomer sucks his teeth before adding, “Didn’t even know ya knew how tah steal cars.”

“You never asked,” she murmured and Boomer’s laugh is humorless.

“Of course, doll,” his voice dripping with venom as he fumbles for a cigarette. Swallowing the lump in her throat she stops to look up at him.

“Just trying to keep the romance alive, honey buns.” Boomer’s jaw tightens at her ridiculous nickname. It was an attempt at get a rise considering it was sweeter than normal and didn’t include his name.

“Let’s get rid of this shit so I can get a drink,” he stalks off. She stares at his expansive back, still feeling slightly perplexed by his demeanor. ________

Boomerang rubs the sleep from his eyes, convinced he was imagining it or dreaming but she was still there perched up on the coffee table. His fingers extend to caress the soft plush pink fabric of the unicorn before lifting her up to examine. Pinky’s leg was crudely reattached with dark blue thread, the stitching was uneven and she now resembled Frankenstein or a character from the Nightmare Before Christmas, but she was whole. Looking over his shoulder for Donna, he couldn’t help but wonder what the catch was, but she was nowhere to be seen. Boomer’s brows lower in surprise at seeing a key securely tied around Pinky’s neck with a cream colored ribbon. The key was to his old apartment, the x he had scratched into the surface while waiting on a job made it easily identifiable. Licking his lips as he leans back into the couch cushions and hugs the toy, a feeling of unrest settles in his gut. He finally had Pinky back and his apartment yet he felt as though something was missing. Unwilling to waste any more time searching for the answer and still holding onto Pinky, Boomer stands with a stretch.

Waiting until he lowers her to eye level before asking, “Ya ready to go home?” He smiles as he forces her to nod in response. “Me too, girl.” ________

She wasn’t surprised to discover the empty apartment upon her return. Donna knew it would be easier if she wasn’t there when he woke so she fixed Pinky while he was on his bender, knowing she’d leave it for him on the table in the morning before she left for a walk. Even though it was early, she enjoyed how quiet and serene the city was. Very few people had started the hustle of the day which made the sunrise feel like a special gift and with warm coffee in hand, she was in no hurry to return to the presumably vacant residence. Boomer’s intentions were clear, he wanted out of the apartment and when Penny told her Lunchbox didn’t like the apartment so they were returning to the street, Donna took it as a sign to let him go.

The apartment seemed bigger without the large man, for nineteen days he occupied her space, actually it was a miracle they were able to live together. One of them should have snapped, smothering the other or at least a stabbing, but it overall was uneventful aside from the respective freeze out.

She wasn’t expecting to see Boomer saunter through the door with bag in hand. Kicking the door closed, he holds the bag up, “Thought ya might be hungry? I am cause ya ain’t got a thing 'ere.”

Donna lifts off the couch, hurrying towards Boomer with a leap. He drops the bag, catching her as she wraps her legs around his waist and pulls his face to deliver a passionate kiss. Digger gapes at her before a cocky grin takes over, “I knew…” but he’s cut off by Donna’s finger on his lips.

“Shhhh! Don’t ruin this by talking,” she begs and he chuckles, squeezing her hips to pull her in closer as he walks them to the counter. Donna’s hands slip underneath his shirt, running up the planes of his chest as he kisses her neck. Boomerang moves to her bottom lip, biting as he steps away to pull his shirt off. Donna follows by discarding hers before reaching out, hooking her fingers into the waistband of his jeans and tugging. The Captain rubs her thighs as he repositions himself between them, hungrily licking his lips as he lowers his head to kiss her and smiling against her lips as she bucks her hips. He growls slowly trailing his nose up her jaw to her ear and licking the shell before slowly moving to her neck.

Donna leans back as he brushes his nose along her collar, then descending to her breast. Her nails dig into his scalp as he bites the top of her breasts, arching into his mouth. Growing impatient with his teasing, Donna loosens her grip on his head to reach between them to cup the bulge in his jeans.

“This. Now,” she unabashedly orders as Boomer’s tongue dips along the fabric of her bra. He stiffens when she squeezes his cock again; his eyes trained on her as he holds her offending hand.

“I’ve missed you too, love.” his voice husky as his gaze remains fixed on her.

Donna bites at her lip, trying to keep her composure before challenging him, “Take off those pants and show me.”

Digger swiftly undoes his pants as he steps out of his boots and then slides the garment down his legs before he reaches for her leggings. Donna lifts her hips while he yanks them off. She desperately reaches for him, hands settling on his biceps as he repositions himself between her legs. The large man slowly licks his lips while he teases the head of his cock along her wet folds.

“This?” he asks, filling her to the hilt. Donna moans in pleasure at the feeling of his twitching cock inside her. As if on cue, Boomer pulls back, almost sliding out of her before thrusting forward. “This? Is this what you want?” he growls in her ear between thrusts.

Donna moves her hands to the side of his face as he withdraws and slams back into her. Pulling his lips down to hers, delivering a passionate kiss as he repeats the actions. Releasing him, between gasps of air Donna moans, “Yes! More! Harder!”

Boomer bites his lip, gladly obliging her request, each prod harder than the previous. Her hips bucking to meet his, back arching off the counter and eyes closed while she hooks her leg around him. Fixing his arm under the other, Boomer swings it out slightly changing the angle of his thrusts and hits the spot deep inside, causing Donna to lose control. Her heel digging into his backside while he pumps through her orgasm to his own before collapsing forward, Digger kisses her stomach as he pulls out with a low groan. She idly plays with his curls, smiling when their eyes meet.

“What’s in the bag? I’m hungry.”

Boomer wiggles his brows with his response, “Edible panties.”

“The flavor makes the difference.” she asserts, poorly attempting to keep a straight face. He offers a hand after standing up, pulling Donna upright to her feet.

Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “They were all out of strawberry. I hope you like Thai.”

“If there’s pad thai and crispy spring rolls in that bag…"she trails off, eyeing him as she warily walks to the sack.

"Oh, there is.” he promises while buttoning his pants. She squeals in delight, retrieving the previously discarded food. Boomerang reaches around the content woman for a roll.

Between bites of food Donna jests, “Ditch those pants, Harkness. If Pinky won’t have your babies, I will.”

Her comment causes Digger to choke on his food. His face growing red as he coughs, wide eyes set on her kittenish grin. She swallows before mouthing, “Nah!”

He exhales. Placing hand to his chest and mustering a look of sincerity, “Ya 'bout killed me there.”

Her eyes wide at the feeling of his rapidly beating heart, “Now I know how to kill you.”

With a grunt he retorts, “Doll, ya got no idea.”

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