I Can Make Him Worse - Tumblr Posts
aint to way hes walking out of that room for a while (or walking at all)
leave me alone in a room with dazai and he’s gonna be the one squirting
no literally. with us around dazai ain’t safe
Art by @elgrajaz of his oc creepy guy checking in on a certain precious, blue-haired captive. You get one guess for which of them actually wears eyeglasses. At least one of creepy guy's captives seems easy to wrangle. Ch 8 of Overcome is up on Ao3.
“I could help you to sleep,” the other man replied calmly, slowly peeling off bandage tape.
“Pass.” Trouble rolled his eyes, managing not to wince as the tape came away. “I’m not tired anyway.”
“Your body must be. You took a beatin’ when you went down that hill.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose.” Trouble watched the other man’s face since looking at his wound made him feel squirmy. “Can I come with you?”
“I’m not goin’ anywhere.”
“No, I mean, when you go see whatshisname. The guy in the duct tape with blue hair. Ow.” Trouble flinched. F was pressing down too hard placing the fresh bandage. “Ow! Eff, stop,” he whimpered.
“What?” Instantly the pressure let up. F seemed to give himself a mental shake and his gaze refocused on Trouble. “No. Sorry.”
“But why?”
“You’re a mess. You shouldn’t go anywhere for a while.”
“Can’t I watch?” Trouble’s ears pricked forward. “You can carry me there and I’ll be quiet.”
“Not a chance.”
“That’s not fair,” he pouted, setting a hand on F’s wrist.
Art by @elgrajaz of Trouble. He enjoys getting handsy with his food. The roped up cowboy, Paris, is a former victim and an oc of the artist. Gotta read Revenge if you wanna find out what happened to Paris. Ch 11 of Overcome is up on Ao3. Git you sum.
“Eff?” he whispered, looking up at him with a small smile.
“What is it?”
Trouble motioned with his free hand for F to lean in closer.
“What’s the matter?” F’s brow was furrowed. “You’re so quiet. Are you tired, or thirsty?”
This time, Trouble tangled his fingers in F’s hair as he pulled him into a kiss. It took a conscious effort to be gentle; he was so accustomed to biting. When F returned the kiss, Trouble whined softly, lips parting. He shivered as F’s spicy scent flooded his nose and mouth. His fingers slipped free of F’s hair so he could drape an arm around his neck instead.
“Hey.” F pulled back enough to get word out, leaving them both panting into each other’s faces. “You’re supposed to be restin’.”
“‘M lying down,” Trouble replied at once, ears relaxed back and eyes glassy.
“I meant,” F tried to straighten, but the arm around his neck flexed to keep him close, “you shouldn’t be movin’ around.”
“Then don’t make me,” he mumbled. “Come lie down.”
“What?”
“Eff.” Trouble wanted to sigh as F tensed up, but he stroked the side of his neck instead. “Don’t you like kissing me?”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not,” he insisted, smiling. “You won’t.”
Art by @elgrajaz of my oc Trouble having to cooperate yet again. For more tips and tricks on how to train your cryptid, go read Ch 12 of Overcome.
“So you don’t have to kill in order to eat?”
“What?” Trouble blinked, startled. “Yeah I do. It’s not like I can let them go after. They’d call the cops or something. I’d get hunted down like a rabid dog.”
“But it’s possible for you. You can eat and leave them still alive.”
“Didn’t you hear what I just said?” He frowned up at F, starting to feel irked. “Eff, I have to.”
“Maybe before you had to, but you’re here now.” F’s eyes looked brighter as he smiled. “I could store someone for you.”
“Like Paul, you mean?” Trouble scoffed. “I’m not trying to find a pet. Whoever you bring me won’t be a friend or an experiment either, Eff. They’ll be food, that’s all.”
“Hmm.” F was gentle as he smoothed down tape to hold the fresh bandage in place. “Let me worry about that.”
“I could fix her” “I can make him worse” Well I won’t be doing anything because I’ll be the one waiting to be fixed
me and david got something in common
Enemies to Lovers speedrun
screaming my throat out because of my obsession with favourite pairings
connor: and still you're such a dickhead
gavin: but you love me, tincan
connor, taking a deep breath: yes.
convin is THE MOST haters-to-lovers pairing ISTG
they came from "stfu tin can" to "i'll kill for him, beware."
