#[ sorry that its so long but uhm. i explode. ]

[slasheddreams]

CHAPTER ZERO // THE EMERALD MASQUERADE [ broken glass // blood rain ] - The Emerald Masquerade - MURDER MYSTERIES [ broken glass // blood rain ]

This is the original, unaltered story for the Emerald Masquerade. The contents of this story is not for the faint of heart. Read the context warning list very carefully. You've been warned.

content warning for: [ themes of gambling, smoking, and drinking, themes of sexual abuse and assault, themes of violence and exploitation against minors, themes of loss and death, implications of self-harm and disordered eating habits, themes of murder/death, and more. ]

[ read moderator ame's note about the emerald masquerade here please ]

… we live in a world filled with so much blood and regret, and it’s too late to turn back now.

Blood dripped from the edge of the bottle, his crimson blood mixing with the fine, crimson wine. His chest squeezed, his chest ached, and his chest burned. Mangled white hair, stained red with wine, a slumped body on the ground. Unmoving.

Why wasn’t he moving?

Why wasn’t he moving?

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Chloe paused a moment, her fingers gently clasped around the small, golden entrance ticket. The Emerald Gemstone Casino, the world’s largest gambling casino venue, home of the elite and the powerful, a symbol of wealth and power. The golden edges of the casino glowed like heaven in starlight, Chloe thought. What a beautiful White Night it was, the perfect night for the Emerald Casino’s “Emerald Masquerade Ball”.

Tucking a strand of her light brown hair behind her ear, she couldn’t help but marvel at it. The golden fountains, the glistening porcelain tiles, the lovely greenery… everything about this casino screamed grace and elegance.

Gently, she tucked her hand behind her head, a soft hand laying against the golden ornaments in her hair. Pinned to a teal headband, completed with a brown bow and white pearl beads, it was something simple yet, one of a kind. Hand sewn by Chloe herself.

Her gloved hand gently smoothed down the creases in her vest, clearing her throat nervously as she nodded. Rehearsing a greeting in her head, drafting potential responses to potential questions, preparing for the ultimate social death… awkwardness. Oh, how she loathed social contact. She spoke too much, too quickly, always having too much to say but never enough substance to say it with. In short, she was a yapper and she knew it.

A young, attractive blonde man stood by the side of the reception desk, with the most mesmerizing set of purple eyes. A light blush on his cheeks, the most gorgeous set of eyelashes (Chloe wondered what mascara he wore.), and a smile that would melt the ice in even the coldest of hearts.

“Welcome to the Emerald Casino, dear guests. I’ll be your guide for tonight’s masquerade, may I see your tickets?”

The guest in front of Chloe, a young woman in a rather gorgeous pink sweater dress and the loveliest, caramel-colored hair, dug through a small, heart-shaped bag resting on her hip. Chloe watched as she pulled out a small, golden ticket from the bag with an infectious grace. White gloves passed off the ticket to the blonde-haired desk attendant, who responded with a light chuckle. 

Chloe paused, her eyes falling on the beautiful woman’s long hair. A caramel blonde at the top, fading into a rich coffee brown at the bottom, pulled back into an utterly gorgeous French braid. (It was so long, she wondered how long it took the woman to grow it. Was it dyed? Extensions? She was so, so curious.) And the love-struck pink of the woman’s dress? Paired with the comforting material of a knitted sweater, combining fashion with comfort? As an aspiring fashion designer, she respected the creative force behind it. And the eggshell fluffy boa and those pink stockings? Chloe debated asking the lady about the designer, but she didn’t want to come off as a creep.

Shifting on her heels, she peeked over the woman’s shoulder. She was the next in line… and glancing at the reflection in her phone, she was the last to arrive. She wasn’t late… but everyone else invited seemed to have come rather early. (And she thought being fifteen minutes before the start of the party was excessively early.)

Nervous, Chloe took a step up, rubbing the golden ticket between her fingers. She was far, far from home. A little countryside girl in the grand city. She always thought the protagonists from the south, freaking out over the big city was always a little cheesy if she was being honest… but no. The big city was mortifying. She understood it now.

“… you must be Chloe Medena. You’re the last person left on my waiting list.” Holding out his hand, the blonde man smiled warmly. A little too warmly, Chloe felt like a witch melting from its warmth.

“Uhm… y-yeah! That’s me! Ehehe…”

God, you’re so awkward, Chloe. Who laughs like that? Someone who’s lying, that’s who! She wanted to hit herself for being so dumb, but that might only make her look more suspicious for no apparent reason.

“… is this your first time to our fine establishment?”

Raising a brow slightly, the man chuckled, covering his mouth with his white glove. Chloe was sure she looked positively baffled. A rich man’s laughingstock, surely. She couldn’t even manage to say anything, not with a single yapping bone in her body, only manage a small nod. Like an utter fool. Ough, I’m so embarrassed. They’re gonna submit me onto America’s funniest home videos, I’m sure of it!! nooOOOO-

“I see I see…” Gently, he took the tickets from her hands with a soft smile. “I’ve been there too, once a really long time ago. The atmosphere is a step above, and you wonder if you really belong here.”

Placing the ticket down, the blonde man held out his hand towards Chloe, his soft smile feeling like sunlight after a cold night of rain. Something about it felt so soft and homely… she reached out hesitantly, her gloved hand hovering just above the man’s gloved hand. Taking initiative, he reached up, gently clasping his fingers around hers. Then, lifting it to his lips, he planted a firm but light kiss against the back of her hand with a chuckle.

“But you were invited here tonight for a reason, darling. So, I implore you to have a little more faith in yourself.”

She was going to pass out. Okay, no she wasn’t. She was just being dramatic. (I think?) Was her face getting flushed? She must have looked as embarrassed as she felt, surely. The casino certainly has a smooth talker on their hands… haha…

“The ballroom is down the hallway there, through the third door on your left and a right turn around the hallway. Did you catch all that?”

Nodding eagerly, Chloe responded in silence. A little too eager to escape her embarrassment, she stumbled off towards the hallway. Covering her face with her hands, she groaned silently.

“God… why do you have to be so awkward, Chloe? Stupid, stupid, stupid…”

Shaking her head furiously, she attempted to pound the embarrassment out of her head. Of course, not literally. Her therapist always told her that hitting herself wouldn’t solve her problems, and that she didn’t need to “punish” herself to “make up” for her mistakes. These were only words, however. It was up to Chloe to practice it, and to bring meaning of her own. She balled her hands up in frustration, trembling as she resisted the urge to hit herself. A devilish temptation and an easy solution to her self-made problems, she thought. But it wouldn’t really fix anything… would it?

Taking deep breaths, Chloe’s trembling fists slowly unclenched, and then, fully relaxed, laying flat against the deep brown fabric of her dress pants. A weak sigh escaped her lips, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. She was such an embarrassment. She should just go home.

"Grandpa..."

A loving last gift from a man who loved her so dearly. She wasn’t his granddaughter by blood, but she was his granddaughter by choice. He loved her like she was always one of his own, and she loved him equally in turn. He always supported her dream of being a fashion designer, even when she didn’t believe it would ever be viable. She always felt like she was letting him down.

Even now.

“… are you lost?”

A deep voice snapped Chloe out of a memory ditch, a weak sniffle escaping her throat. She felt pathetic. Standing up straight, she lifted her hand, messily trying to wipe the tears from her eyes before they could have the chance to further embarrass her and fall.

“Are you crying?”

Nevermind then. Kill me now, she thought. Her vision blurred slightly, and her eyes ached ever so gently, however, she couldn’t help but hone in on the man’s striking features. His pale skin, adorned with a soft pink blush, that deep, curly purple hair, and those striking, cold red and yellow eyes… sniffling again, Chloe tried to speak, to respond to the odd man. However, her words choked in her throat, a gargled "noOo..." coming out instead. She couldn’t stop the tears from rolling, the hiccups from emerging, the sobs from starting… she felt so pathetic.

The man sighed, a cold "tsk" emerging from the depths of his throat. (It reminded her of her father when she announced for passion for fashion.) Then, reaching into the breast pocket of his dust green suit, he pulled out a small dust purple handkerchief, placing one hand on his knee as he bent down.

“There’s no need to be crying over something so trivial. Everyone gets a little lost sometimes. There’s no embarrassment in it.”

Gently patting the tears dry with his handkerchief, the man shook his head solemnly. Sniffling, Chloe’s fingers gripped onto the edges of her vest, crinkling the once pristine fabric.

“Okay…”

“There. No more tears. You’re going to be okay.”

She felt like a little kid again. She felt so useless. But… the guidance felt nice. A little bit. His hand gently brushed up against her brown bangs, pushing them to the side softly as he wiped the remainder of her tears. Then, reaching for his coat, he reached his hand inside, rummaging around. Why was he doing…?

“… huh?”

Cocking his head to the side slightly, he grumbled as he rummaged around on the inside of the coat, before pulling out a small, travel-sized blush pallet from… nowhere. Did he have an inner coat pocket…?

“Here. Your tears ruined your makeup. You’d at least be able to do minor touch-ups with this.”

“… oh!”

Gasping, she carefully took the travel blush from the man’s hands, popping it open and glancing into the small mirror. Her eyes were slightly red and puffy… not too noticeable, she thought. Her mascara was okay (thank god for waterproof mascara, she believed), but her blush… tear streaks were not a style she wanted to rock.

Gently pulling out of the travel blush applicators, Chloe’s brows furrowed. Finding the closest match would be hard… but she could do it. Grandpa’s love and this stranger’s kindness couldn’t just be ignored… 

“Wait!” Looking up suddenly, Chloe’s eyes fell on the man in front of her, her brows furrowing in frustration at her own rudeness. She was so caught up in her own nonsense that she completely neglected the first rule of etiquette.

“I’m so sorry!! I never asked what your name was, kind sir!”

“… Hyde Williams. You can just call me Hyde though.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mister Hyde! My name is Chloe.”

Holding out a shaky hand, Chloe attempted a friendly smile. Keyword… attempted. If he rejected her… she might unravel and fall apart all over again. Nervously watching as the man shook his head, her hand trembled even more. Please please please please, please. She never craved the validation of a random stranger so badly before.

Reaching his hand out, he gave Chloe a quick but firm handshake. His hand felt rather warm in her gloved hand… she wondered if the entirety of him was just as warm.

“Your makeup, Chloe.”

“… oh yeah! Let me get on that… heheh… heh…”

You have got to stop laughing like that, Chloe.

…

Gently tapping her fingers against her cheek, she observed her face in the small mirror of the pocket palette. You could barely tell she had been crying. Closing the palette gently, Chloe looked up at the purple-haired man, who found himself a comfortable spot against the wall to lean on as the disheveled girl picked up the broken pieces of her dignity. Hyde Williams… it was a name unfamiliar to her, as was everything else in the casino.

He seemed kind enough, though. She wondered if it would be awkward to ask a man who she had met under… rather mortifying terms if he could be her friend. Despite his younger-looking appearance, he carried himself with the wiseness of a saint… or a monk.

"... thank you for your help, Mister Hyde."

"You can just call me Hyde."

Taking a step forward, she held out her hands with a smile, the small pocket palette resting in the center of her palms. Sighing gently, the man took the palette from her expectant hands. Cocking his head to the side as he opened his coat pocket, slipping the pocket palette inside his pocket. Then, holding out his hand to Chloe, he nodded. Hesitantly, she stepped closer, wrapping her arm in his own. 

"I'll take you to the main ballroom. The masquerade ball is going to start soon, you shouldn't miss the opening to the dance."

...

A man stood on the large, grandiose stage, laced with gemstones and gold. Dressed in a soft red suit top and pristine pearl pants, the man chatted with the emerald-suited man from the entrance. All smiles. Chloe's neck craned slightly as she looked around. The room was huge, much bigger than she ever imagined. 

Her hands fidgeted slightly as she looked around the room. There was a bar on one side, a tall pink-haired man and a shorter, blonde-haired girl chatted on the other side of the bar, the girl holding a bar glass with a confused expression. If Chloe had to garner a guess, bartender and... maybe a bartender in training. Her eyes shifted, to two giant casino tables with two distinctive people standing by their sides, thick black hair curling against their shoulders. Dealers... Chloe found it all so interesting.

Being such a regal and classy place... it felt surreal to her, something only possible in your dreams. Reaching out slightly, her fingers entwined along the satin green fabric sleeves of Hyde's suit. His red eyes fell on the young girl standing beside him. Sighing slightly, his eyes shifted to the side.

"Ahem…” The man on the stage cleared his throat and like a king in the castle court, everyone turned their head to face the tall, elegant red-suited man. “Thank you everyone for coming to the annual Emerald Gemstone Casino Masquerade night. Tonight is a special night for everyone here, is it not? Filled with regulars…”

During the pause, the blonde attendant waved to the people in the crowd, and Chloe couldn’t help but look at the people waving back. A fair-skinned, pink-haired woman in a short, love-colored dress… something about Hyde’s side glance gave her an odd feeling… animosity, but she wasn’t sure why. A blonde-haired woman with longer, choppy hair in the back and a lilac blue suit also waved back with a smile, elbowing a young, brown-haired man sitting beside her. A dusted blue-haired male sitting at the bar glanced up, nodding slightly as he raised a hand in salute. His yellow eyes were almost captivating to Chloe, something so unique and so… decisive and striking.

“Filled with new guests…”

This time, the man in the red suit clapped his hands gently, waving to additional folks in the crowd. A blonde-haired woman wearing a boa, wearing a fancy red dress waved hesitantly back. It looked like satin, Chloe believed. The caramel woman with the heart-shaped pocket bag also waved with hesitance. A scruffy-looking man, sitting next to the woman in the pink dress that her new companion seemingly showed for earlier raised a glass in… was it salute? The countryside was never this uptight about etiquette… it made her shudder.

“New staff working the masquerade… and lively they are.”

As if on cue, the girl at the bar counter waved towards the men on stage, the pink haired man belting out a hardly laugh in response. The girl seemed nice… Chloe enjoyed her energy. She should visit the bar later on tonight. (Maybe she could buy Mister Hyde a drink or snack as a thank you gift for helping her earlier?)

“This masquerade ball is made up of different, unique faces, all here tonight. It’s very exciting, the chance for once-in-a-lifetime memories to be made. Saae, would you mind doing the honors?” Chuckling, the man in the red placed his hands on the golden microphone, scooping it into black-gloved hands. Then, handing it off to his attendant, the blonde-haired man smiled. Tucking a piece of his blonde hair behind his ear, the man cleared his throat briefly before bringing the microphone to his lips.

“Welcome to the Emerald Gemstone Casino’s yearly event, the Emerald Masquerade, dear guests! This is your host for the evening, Frederick Kronos, and I am your co-host, Saae Avente.”

His voice sounded like what you’d imagine a thick but velvety honey would taste like. Rich and choked full of a sweet, distinctive flavor, the kind that coats your lips and leaves a deep impression on your mind for days to come. That thought was… actually extremely weird, she thought as she reflected on it. 

“Slots, drinks, games, and more… this golden hour is your opportunity, and we’re here to bring your wildest fantasies into a reality. But, the two of us could not do it alone.”

Watching as the emerald attendant, named Saae Avente, stepped off of the stage, Chloe couldn’t help but fully note Saae’s attire. The tall white sharp heels he strutted around the casino grounds in, with a degree of balance that made Chloe just the slightest bit jealous (for she was positive if she wore the same exact heels, she would fall and bruise much more than her already sullied pride.) The split paneling on his suit in general was something Chloe had never seen before, it intrigued her so dearly. (She wondered how it was achieved, such suits didn’t exist in the fashion world in its current era. Did he make them himself, tearing through the seams of different fabrics and stitching them into the current fashion he wore? She would have to ask him later. It was possibly the prettiest thing she had seen in a while.) But the thing that caught her eye the most was the peacock feather-themed trail, something hidden from behind the counter he had stood behind since she arrived. They floated behind him with an airy elegance, and Chloe almost wondered if they were really there. 

“If you’re looking to play games tonight-” Saae placed his free gloved hand lightly against the casino round tables, leaning over as he chuckled. “-then our two most trusted dealers will be here to make your wildest dreams come true. To my right is Lady Roxanne Tiye , our jack of diamonds and new dealer for the evening, and to my left is our betting round dealer for our masquerade events, Lee Wittlestein. Don’t be afraid to come pester them for a game, they won’t bite.”

As if it were on cue, the two dealers lifted up their heads, waving into the small crowd of onlookers. One of them, Roxanne (as Saae had introduced her as), was a bored looking lady, Chloe noted. With thick, long black hair and a visible yellow eye, Roxanne looked… she didn’t want to say displeased nor discontent, but she noticed that Roxanne didn’t seem as thrilled as some of the others. Chloe’s gaze shifted slightly to the figure standing to Saae’s left side. Standing tall and composed, they exuded an aura of calmness, as if this were just an average friday evening for them. Similar to Roxanne, Lee’s hair was long and black in color, worn in a high ponytail, a red eye poking out of beneath messy bangs. Chloe couldn’t gain a solid read of Lee’s gender, even with the aid of the black vest and frilled white and red shirt they wore. She would have to ask them about their pronouns later on. (Their style reminded Chloe of a vampire… or something a little more specific… the words “betting round” echoed in her head. Betting round… betting… nope. Whatever thought she had, she lost it. Oh well.)

“Uhh… we’re happy to be your dealers tonight?” A white hand reached over, tilting the outstretched microphone to the left. “We’re both delighted to make your acquaintances this evening, and hope to see you guys at one of our tables later in the evenings for a friendly game. Saae.” (... their voice only left Chloe more confused. I’ll just narrate with they/them in mind, I literally cannot tell.) Taking back the microphone with a snicker, he shifted slightly as he stood up tall. Then, making his way over to the bar, Saae hummed.

“And, if drinks are the thing you need-” Leaning over the bar counter briefly, he sat on the empty bar stool, wrapping an arm around the blue-haired man with striking yellow eyes. “-Well, some of our guests have already found their way to the bar, it seems~” Another velvety chuckle, and Chloe swore the blue-haired man waved his hand dismissively. (She also swore said man was smiling.)

“Our bartenders for the night are more than happy to mix you the perfect drinks. Isn’t that right, Elliott?” The tall pink-haired man, named Elliott, chuckled as he crossed his arms, puffing his chest with an enthusiastic nod. “You know we make the best drinks this side of town, Saae.” Saae chuckled softly, and then leaning over the microphone, he smiled. “Do you have any drink suggestions for our new patrons, CJ?”

Turning around, the blonde-haired girl gasped slightly, then, walking over, she leaned close to the microphone with a smile. She hadn’t even spoken, but her energy was contagious. “Well, I know Elliott makes a mean strawberry mojito drink, and he always slices the fresh strawberries to per-fection! If you want something iconic but tasty, that’s what I would go with!” Leaning into the mic, Elliott pitched in. “And, while you’re here, why not pick up one of CJ’s iconic amaretto tiramisu cakes to eat with your drink? Soft, fluffy and a delicious snack to enjoy through the night.” “Hey… well, I can make a mean drink and a mean dessert myself, I suppose.” “Of course you can, your menu items are my favorites.”

They had such good energy together… the banter was cute and endearing, and the food sounded absolutely delightful.

“You’ve heard it firsthand, my dear guests. So, make sure to visit our two bartenders later on for a sweet drink… or a sweet treat.” Spinning in the chair, he jumped onto his feet, landing with such precision that she couldn’t help but believe he practiced such a stunt. (If it were her, her ankles would have certainly been a goner.)

“So, everyone…” He took a slow walk around the room, placing a hand on the pink-haired woman’s shoulder, earning a giggle from her. “Welcome to the Emerald Gemstone Casino.” His fingers lightly ran along the shoulders of the brown haired woman timidly sipping on a lime margarita, his fingers trailing along the underside of the blue haired man’s wing shaped earrings, a small fist bump with the young bartender (Was her name CJ?) breaking the oddly intimate(? Chloe wasn’t sure if that was the right word for that.) sensation. “Slots, drinks, games…”

He ran his hands around the casino tables, lightly squeezing the shoulders of the two dealers sat nearby, a gentle hand on the shoulders of the blonde-haired woman and the brown-haired man already planning a game with the smug-looking scruffy man and a grey-haired man, fiddling with a pair of golden plated die.

“This golden hour is your opportunity to live your lives a step above.”  His fingers gently brushed against the locks of the hair of the woman with the heart-shaped purse as he passed by, his touch lingering lightly against the fuzz of the dusted pink fur of the blonde woman’s boa.  “I invite you all to come and have a dance underneath our emerald-encrusted lights. Have a dance, play games, have drinks with companions, and ultimately…”

He came to a stop in front of Chloe and Hyde, his hand held up, hovering lightly against Hyde’s lips. Chloe glanced up at Hyde briefly, a look present on his face that she couldn’t decipher, yet, extremely evident with discomfort. Her eyes shifted on Saae, an equally indecipherable look present on his face. Secrets locked behind a teasing smile.  “... I hope these next few hours will be as blinding as your wildest dreams.” His eyes shifted slightly, his hand lowering as his eyes met Chloe’s. Leaning down slightly, he moved the microphone away from him, a solemn yet… joyful expression on his face.

“Your grandfather would be very proud of you, Chloe. I hope you enjoy the ball and find that inspiration you’re so desperately looking for.”

Nervously, her eyes fell on the clock.

It was 9:00 PM.

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“That was the perfect introduction to start off the Emerald Masquerade event yet, Saae.”

Placing a hand on Saae’s back gently, Frederick smiled softly. Laughing heartily, Saae gently tapped his wine bottle against the wine bottle Frederick held. Relaxing in the back, as they always do after a masquerade introduction.

“I think having CJ and Roxanne on the team this year did wonders for the public morale to be honest. CJ and Elliott bring a contagious yet light and fun atmosphere, while Roxanne gives Lee the breaks and assistance they need. Even if Rox isn’t the best on the morale, she plays with the love of the game… most of the time.”

Lifting the wine bottle, Saae took a swing of the wine inside, a soft crimson liquid dripping off his lips. Chuckling, Frederick held his wine glass in his hands lightly, white curled hair shifting in and out of his vision.

“We’ve also managed to sell more of those… special packages this masquerade. We’ve made an additional 1500 dollars this year.”

Saae’s face dropped, his eyes frozen on the wine bottle. He could see the back of Frederick’s curly, combed-back white hair in the reflection on the glass, an eerie apathy in his demeanor. He was tired of special packages.

“W… What?”

His words came out breathless, a slight tremble seemingly left unnoticed by the man in the room. His hands trembled slightly as he lowered the bottle, sweat dripping down his face. He felt so clammy.

“... Two of our new guests bought your package deals, the 500-dollar ones, as well as our regular deal buyer. Did Elliott not tell you?”

“No. No, he didn’t fucking tell me. Maybe he did. I wasn’t fucking listening because you know I hate-” Putting up a hand, he cut Saae off. How dare you. “I know. Headquarters denied your request, you’re such a major source of income for the casino it would be catastrophic if we lost it. I’m sorry my hands were tied here.”

His chest ached slightly, a tightness in his chest preventing air from entering his lungs. His hand ached from how tightly he held onto the wine bottle, like it was the only lifeline tethering him to a cold dull reality. 

“You’re sorry? You’re SORRY? Frederick, you do realize they touched me even-” “Even when you asked them to stop, I know. And they didn’t stop. They took advantage of you. I know. You’ve told me these stories time and time again, Saae.”

Placing his glass down, Frederick paused nervously. Clasping his hands together, he moved towards Saae slowly. His open hand twitched, his fingers pulling at his skin. A small groan escaped his lips, annoyance dripping from his lips like blood in a river.

“Do you even care? I mean, augh… this isn’t even about me at this point, Frederick. I mean, what if it was someone else-” Pinching his fingers against the bridge of his nose, his eyes squeezing shut shakily. His hands trembled slightly, his chest ached, the shadows of hands reaching out materializing in his mind. “Frederick, please. Just hear me out for once-”  “I don’t have the power to make it stop, Saae. You know that. I can try to put an end to that system, but in the end, I’m just as replaceable as everyone else in this casino-”

His vision blurred, the red and white of Frederick mixing, blurring into nothingness. He felt like a little boy all over again. There was a man, born from the darkest fragments of his frazzled mind, a smug smile on his face. Closing on him like a predator on prey. He felt a slight pressure on his chest, the feeling of ghost-like fingerprints against his chest.

“It’s just so hopeless, day after day after day, and you just don’t fucking CARE-” "Saae."

A slight squeezing, a pressure on his wrists. Saae remembered that night well, it was something that always replayed it on the worst of nights. He remembered crying, pleading with the odd man to stop. His neck ached, the ghostly imprint of teeth burning up against his collar. His fingers scratched absentmindedly against the flaring skin.

“Do you know what it’s like to feel like a piece of meat on a hook, Frederick? To be something less than human.” "Saae... please."

The bottle shifted in his hand. The alcohol in his system, (although not much)  perhaps it had clouded his judgment in an emotional high. His emotions burned a hole in his chest, a blinding aching in his brain. 

“He took advantage of you, I get it-” “NO YOU DON’T! You don’t understand! You’ll never understand it! Fuck, I don’t want you to understand it!”

… His body felt so far away, like something foreign. Watching a movie from an outside perspective, almost. He didn’t remember moving so much. He didn’t remember flipping the bottle in his hand, still filled to the brim with rich crimson wine, so much so it was rather heavy in his hand. His chest ached, his breaths came out as weak wheezes. His eyes blurred, refusing to focus on anything. He blinked slowly. The bottle felt so light now, he wasn’t sure why.

“... I just…”

Black eyes shifted, falling on the blurred bottle. His breath quickened, yet his chest still felt so tight. Lifting it slightly, there was only broken, jagged glass connected to the handle of the bottle. The rest of the glass was missing. The fine crimson wine was gone. 

“... I just wanted you to listen to me so it wouldn’t happen again...”

Tears welled up in his eyes, and he raised a clammy hand in response, wiping the tears from his eyes. A few tears slowly dipped down his face, staining the makeup he wore. He stared at the ground, a blur of colors shaking, and slowly shaping into a scene he only recalled seeing in his nightmares.

Blood dripped from the edge of the bottle, his crimson blood mixing with the fine, crimson wine. His chest squeezed, his chest ached, and his chest burned. Mangled white hair, stained red with wine, a slumped body on the ground. Unmoving.

... I don’t get it.

Frederick wasn’t moving. He wasn’t breathing. He lay still in a puddle of blood and wine. Saae bent down, trembling hands reaching out.

I always dreamed of harming my abusers. 

His hands felt oddly cold. He was always known for being really warm and friendly. Warm and caring, that was who Frederick was. He wasn’t perfect though. 

I wanted to hurt them the same way they hurt me. 

Saae’s fingers brushed through his hair, a mess of wine-stained white curls. His eyes watered slightly. Pulse… pulse… where was he supposed to check for that again…? His mind, racing with thoughts moments ago, was left eerily blank.

I thought it would help me cope. 

His fingers felt so shaky and clammy. He didn’t think he could get a recent reading of Frederick’s pulse, even if he could remember where to check for it at. It wasn’t his fault headquarters was such a demanding piece of shit.

I thought it would help me feel better.

They didn’t care about him. They only cared about profit. As long as people paid good money to touch him, kiss him, get him drunk, to “love” him, to have their way… it didn’t matter. In their eyes, he was nothing more than numbers. A toy to line their pockets.

But it doesn’t. 

And somehow, it was his fault when the words “no” would go unnoticed, when it was convenient. Frederick didn’t ignore his cries for help… he just couldn’t make a choice when it really mattered to Saae. And now he’ll never make another choice, ever again. His eyes fell on the clock.

I just feel regret.

It was 11:20 PM.

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Sitting down at an empty section of the bar, Chloe placed her hands on her lap lightly. Something about Hyde’s expression… bothered her. Even after the masquerade events started up and most of the awkwardness died down, she couldn’t help but wonder…

“Are you alright?”

“Huh?”

Chloe fiddled with her hands nervously, looking up at Hyde. Her brows furrowed in frustration. Her eyes focused on the uneaten tiramisu and the strawberry mojito drink lying on the table. Well, it wasn’t uneaten per se… she had seen him take a bite. And then, he excused himself from the bar for a while, coming back a little paler.

“Are you okay? You seem sad.”

“...”

Shifting in his seat, he leaned on his hands, a complex expression on his face.

“You remind me of my kids is all.”

“You have kids? I’m sorry, how old are you-” Gasping slightly, Chloe slammed her hands over her mouth. That was so rude, Chloe! “- I am SO sorry I didn’t mean it like that you just look so young and-”

Sighing softly, Hyde picked up the fork weakly. Staring blankly at the tiramisu, his brows furrowed in frustration.

“I’m 37 years old. I turn 38 in a week, though. My youngest, Emily, is 10 years old, she overthinks everything just like you do.”

Lowering her hands slightly, her eyes sparkling slightly. A kid, huh…? Reaching out, he gently pushed her messy brown bangs to the side. A weak smile on his face. She felt a little bad for asking.

“But, she’s a really sweet kid. Always brought me food when she thought I needed to eat-” He pointed at the mostly uneaten tiramisu she had ordered for him. “Or asking me if I’m okay.” … was she really that similar to a 10-year-old-

“Oh.”

Rubbing her head in embarrassment, Chloe pouted. However, the pouting only seemed to make Hyde laugh more. A hearty yet genuine smile… Chloe would let it slide. (She says, as if she had any plans of “taking care of it.” to begin with.) Leaning against her hands, her feet swung back and forth on her stool.

“Thank you for the worry, but, really. I’m fine. By the way, how old are you? Since you asked me earlier.”

“Oh! I’m 23 years old!” Placing a finger on her chin, she nodded slowly. “You said your birthday was next week. What day is it?” Curious, she tilted her head, clasping her hands together with stars in her eyes.

“... it’s June 23rd.”

Shifting on his arms, he poked aimlessly at the tiramisu with a frown. Lifting his fork, he mumbled to himself, words left unheard. Then, pushing the edge of the container with the edge of his fork towards Chloe, Hyde shook his head.

“I’m… not hungry. You can have it.”

… Chloe felt herself sigh. She wasn’t sure why. Hesitantly, she took the tiramisu in her hands. What did they say was in it again…? She forgot. Not that she wasn’t listening, of course. In fact, Chloe felt she was listening… a little too much.

“Pfft… look at him, pussy footing around good food. It wouldn’t kill him to put on a few more pounds.” “I don’t know, Marianne. I saw him in the bathroom earlier, gross sounds, I’m telling you, the poor smuck looked paler than a starving girl on a Sunday morning.” “Oh, I bet he couldn’t even eat the shitty wine and crackers they give out on Sunday mornings.” “Oh, he’s probably too sensitive to handle it. I bet a burger would send his ass into the 5th dimension.”

Chloe felt a little sick. Her eyes shifted slightly, glancing over at Hyde. He had his hands clasped over his mouth, looking paler than ever. He looked like he was trying not to cry. Chloe felt more sick.

“Can your arteries handle the grease, Dynasty? With all the junk you spew from your hole, I’m surprised you haven’t choked on the sheer audacity yet.”

... huh?

“I bet a burger would send you into cardiac arrest, and your mommy can’t pay your way out of that one. Mind your business, jackass.”

Looking up fully, Chloe turned. A tall woman walked past the gossiping duo without much more than a ounce of attention. In fact, the woman barely looked back. Her heels clicked against the floor as she made her way towards the bar. 

Yelping slightly as the woman suddenly reached out, Chloe swayed slightly. Running her hand around Chloe’s shoulder, she came to a stop suddenly, lilac eyes boring into her soul. Glupping nervously, she tugged at her collar nervously. Did she fuck up by eavesdropping? Oh, she might have fucked up. Mama also told her that it was bad etiquette to eavesdrop on things that didn’t concern you but-

“Your foul mouth is going to get you into trouble one of these days, Hermione.”

“Words have consequences. You know that lesson the best. Who’s the kid?”

Tapping Chloe on the nose lightly, Chloe squeaked. Ignoring the strange looks from the woman and Hyde, she reached from her sparkling water to divert from the embarrassment she felt. Talk about drowning in a cringe-filled sea, I mean, really-? Squeaking? What are you! A squirrel??? Damnit Chloe!

“... she’s not a kid-?” “You’re almost 40 years old, Hyde.” “You’re almost 40 years old, Hyde.”

… well, she wasn’t a kid. She was 23 years old! But… compared to Hyde (who was turning 38 in a week), she was still rather young… and 15 years did make a large difference. (At least, all those scientific studies in brain and lifetime development lead her to believe so. However, she was no scientist.) They certainly were in different life chapters. But, she was no kid! … I think.

“My name is Chloe! Chloe Medena!” 

Clapping her hands together in joy didn’t quite help her argument, did it? In fact, Hyde almost seemed appalled by the motion. “Really?” seemed to be written all over his face. However, for her efforts, the odd woman returned the gesture with… a headpat. Wow… she really DID feel like a kid all over again. (But, in a good way this time.)

“My name is Hermione Wesker. You can just call me Hermione, though.”

Hermione, despite her sharp tongue and intimidating aura, wasn’t all too bad, Chloe decided. Mama always said never to judge a book by its cover, no matter if it was worn down or encrusted in jewelry and glamour. It was the inside that always mattered. Mama was right about that, but, it was hard not to judge a book by its cover when she felt the book would try to bite her head off if she looked at it wrong.

“So, you guys met in a widower support group…?”

This book just so happened to have Chloe captivated.

“It brings back memories. Some good, some bad… most of them are painful, though. I lost my husband of six years when I met Hyde, but…”

Hyde’s hands laid on the table softly, a gentle expression on his face. His eyes stared down at the wooden grooves on the table, a soft frown on his face. Just like that, he looked like he was going to cry all over again. Chloe couldn’t help but scoot closer, reaching her own hand out. Gently, placing it on top of his own, she leaned her head against his shoulder.

“... I lost my wife to a battle with cancer three years ago. We were together for fifteen years and married for twelve years.” “Oh… I’m so sorry Hyde…”

Lowering his head more, he laughed weakly. Gently lowering his head against the wood of the table, a weak sob escaping his throat. The pain of loss… never fully goes away, does it? The idea scared Chloe a little. She wondered if she’d ever fully heal from Grandpa’s passing, or if she’d be sad over it forever. She wanted to hug him. (She wondered if it would be overstepping.)

She glanced over at the clock. It was 12:10 AM. She didn’t even realize how time flew by. Her eyes shifted again, falling on her drink. She bit her lip. What an… awkward moment to have to use the bathroom. She looked back at Hermione, eyes wide in panic as she swung her legs anxiously.

“... drank too much at the bar, kid?”

She nodded eagerly, a slight pout on her face. I’m sorry! I didn’t see my night going like this, I’m not trying to escape this situation, I sWEAR. Please believe me :(

There was a chuckle as Hermione stood up, placing one hand on Hyde’s shoulder as she leaned over. Getting a glimpse at his face as she lifted it up just enough to free her hands… it made Chloe sad. Sorrow weighed heavy on his features, and even half asleep, pain stained his features, the loss of life etched on his weary body like a curse.

“Thank you…”  She felt like she had to mouth it, but she didn’t want her thanks to go unheard.

Getting up, Chloe clamped her hands together nervously. Suddenly, one shining, glaring issue presented itself… where WAS the bathroom? She didn’t remember if the attendant (Saae? Sae? Say????) mentioned it… her eyes darted from side to side as she walked up the bar nervously. The young bartender (CJ) skipped over, holding a pair of metal cups in her hands with a smile.

“Hi Chloe! What can I get you this time?”

“Uhm, actually… I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of the restroom?”

Why did she sound like a young Victorian girl? You’re in the twenty-first century, Chloe, not the seventeen hundreds. What’s next? Asking “Mister Potter” for just a singular crumb to eat? You don’t even know a “Mister Potter”, Chloe!

“Of course, it’s-! Wait, actually, I don’t know where the closest bathroom is.”

“... oh!”

Turning to her right, CJ reached up, tapping Elliott on the shoulder with a wide-eyed stare.

“El. Where are the bathrooms at?”

“Huh? They’re upstairs, why? Did you need to take a break and go?”

Pointing at Chloe (who squeaked in embarrassment. again.), CJ laughed nervously.

“Well, Chloe has to go, but now that you said something… I kind of do too.”

Pausing a moment, Elliott nodded. Holding up a finger, he turned and walked down the bar, moving over to where Saae had been sitting. She watched as he leaned over, whispering to him. There was a nod, as then, Elliott made a motion to CJ, who walked over to the edge of the bar. Opening the gate, Saae walked into the bar, while the two bartenders walked out. Oh, swapping places.

“Come on Chloe! I’ll lead the way.”

Following Elliott and CJ up the stairs, Chloe glanced over at the clock. 

It was 12:15 AM.

Walking up the stairs, she fiddled with her hands, glancing around. Stopping at the top, she glanced over at the event coordinator silently. He had been standing there, leaning against the golden railing, his phone up against his ear. She didn’t remember when he came back to the party, but he had been up here the entire time… she found it odd. Everyone else was enjoying the masquerade, even the co-host, Saae. Yet…

He hadn’t moved an inch.

Glancing at the man as she walked, she could feel her mind wandering again. As she followed Elliott and CJ down the hallway, she wondered, what was he-

Click!

With a slight stumble, Chloe tripped over… something, bumping into CJ. Yelping, CJ stumbled in turn, both of the girls ending up dizzy on the floor. Groaning, Chloe squinted her eyes. She had tripped over… something. But, she couldn’t see what that something was.

BANG!

The sound of a loud gunshot tore through the air suddenly, a sound equally jarring and menacing against Chloe’s ears. Her hands trembled as they shot up to cover her ears, her eyes squeezing shut in panic. There was a muffled thud! that followed, and shortly after… screaming. Lot of it.

“Huh-?!”

Watching- well, not really watching, her eyes were still closed shut from terror- listening to CJ stand up, Chloe yelped as she felt CJ’s hands on her shoulders (well, she assumed it was CJ?), pulling her up off of the ground, and into the bathroom behind them. Her heart raced, and she swore she could hear her heartbeat in her fingertips. Cracking her eyes open hesitantly, the bright lighting of the bathroom flooded her vision, stinging her eyes slightly. The sudden shift brought tears to her eyes.

“... it was only one shot?”

Chloe wasn’t positive in herself, after all, so much of her energy was spent in an attempt to make sure she didn’t shatter underneath the fear she was feeling. However, looking back, CJ nodded in agreement. One shot. It sounded like it came from the second floor, the floor they’re on right now… yet Chloe never hear anyone running.

How odd.

Hestiantly, Chloe popped her head, peering into the hallway. Nothing unusual… I think. Gunshots aside, Chloe really couldn’t wait any longer.

…

Linked arm in arm with CJ, a grizzly sight greeted the girls’ eyes. At the bottom of the ballroom floor underneath where the railing he had been standing on since the ball started was the mangled corpse of Frederick Kronos. Grimacing, she covered her mouth. She had just left the bathroom… yet she felt like she was going to be sick.

“Oh goodness me!”

Running over to Chloe, Hermione grabbed the girl by the shoulders, frantically checking her over before letting out a worried sigh. After letting go of her, she crossed her arms with a shake of her head.

“Way to go and leave at the worst time… Are you two okay?”

Reaching out, her fingers briefly ran over CJ as well, a glint of concern in her eyes. CJ nodded hesitantly, however… Chloe’s eyes began to wander. The entire masquerade party was in shambles.

Her eyes shifted to the body of Frederick. It wasn’t that long ago when… they all saw him alive. She felt like she was going to be sick. 

Bending down next to the corpse, a ponytail of long black hair obscured most of her view of the body. Never had Chloe been so thankful for a bad angle before. Red gloves moved around the body, pulling the coat open to reveal a single gunshot wound, directly positioned in his heart. Chloe couldn’t see much else, but she imagined his blood blossomed in the white silk fabric, like a stain. A disease.

She looked at the gaming tables. Roxanne seemed to try and calm the players of the game. Judging from the blonde woman’s reaction, it wasn’t working. The man with the angel wing earrings was also over there. He looked like he was talking to the man with the brown hair.

Her eyes shifted to the bar, which was all but empty… of course, to no surprise, she thought. The bartenders weren’t there, Hermione was over here, those bad mouthing bar guests were observing the body with Lee. The only two people that weren’t elsewhere was…

He sat calmly by Hyde’s side, Chloe thought. A hand on his back, hunched over, whispering to him. Perhaps calming him. Although, she noticed he didn’t seem too conscious at the moment. His mannerisms… he looked confused.

Her eyes trailed back to the body. His lifeless eyes looked at Chloe, a haunting last image. His lips were pale, they were almost blue in color. Like the life was sucked out of him. She squeezed her eyes shut, clinging onto Hermione like her own life depended on it. Maybe it did.

“Is boss…”

CJ’s voice cracked, and Chloe could hear the terror in her voice. An eerie silence followed, she could hear the sounds of CJ trying to hold back tears. 

“Come on… you two should sit down… a lot has happened…”

Hermione held onto the two girls, slowly moving them away from the body. Chloe didn’t know where they were going. She was too scared to open her eyes. She wasnted to say something.

But all she chould choke out were weak cries of terror.

…

“Are you ladies okay?”

Chloe sniffled as she sat down at the bar, trying furiously to wipe away her tears. It only proved to be futile in the end. She wished she were stronger in times of tragedy.

CJ looked roughly just as deshevled as Chloe herself, and she felt a tad bit guilty for being glad she wasn’t the only hot mess there. It was okay to be a hot mess though… there was a literal corpse in the room with them. They remembered Frederick, smiling so brightly just hours prior.

All that was left of him was a cold, clammy corpse.

“It’s okay… My name is Nuxi. I’m a retired police officer, I’ll just be asking you two a few questions about what happened while you were gone, okay?”

She nodded in silence. She wasn’t sure why she didn’t want to speak. She wasn’t guilty, she didn’t kill him. But, everyone always said that silence speaks volumes. Maybe she was worried if she spoke, she’d only start sobbing all over again. CJ seemed to feel the same.

The angel earring’d man pulled up an empty bar stool, sitting across from the two girls. Opening up his coat pocket, he retrieved a small pen and notepad. Then, looking at Chloe, he sighed.

“If you don’t think you can talk, don’t try and force yourself to. You both can simply nod yes or no to my questions, okay?”

They nodded silently. Sniffles occasionally broke the silence.

“Alright… around 12:15 AM, you two alongside bartender Elliott went upstairs, correct?”

Chloe nodded slowly, rubbing her eyes tiredly. 

“We were going to the bathroom… but when I- I got up there, I tripped over something and-” She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, her hands trembling. “I fell. I fell and I knocked over CJ. I was looking for whatever it was I tripped over and-” “That’s when we heard it. The gunshot.”

Nuxi was quiet, yet, he seemed attentive, noting down each part of their story. Even as they struggled to get the words out. Even as terror gripped their voices. 

“So we- we hid out in the girls' bathroom… and eventually, we came down and that’s when we-” A sob cut CJ off, burying her face in her hands as she sobbed weakly. She sobbed, and she sobbed… and she sobbed. That was when they came across that grizzly sight. That corpse.

Why did this happen?

Nodding slowly, he placed his hand on his chin slowly, his brows furrowed in contemplation. Chloe could tell, something about the story bothered him. She wasn’t sure what. She was too scared to ask.

“Did either of you happen to catch what time it was when you heard the gunshot go off?”

Pausing slowly, Chloe scratched her chin. The time…? She wasn’t sure, she didn’t remember seeing a clock while upstairs. Or, well, she wasn’t looking for one, at least. She shook her head no. CJ answered the same. Nodding slowly, Nuxi wrote… something down in his notebook.

“You said you tripped over something, Chloe?”

“Uhm… yeah. But, I couldn’t see what it was. And, then the gunshot went off and, I got so scared I couldn’t move. CJ dragged me into the bathroom, assuming the person with the gun was upstairs with us. But, we never heard anyone run from upstairs, since we were really close to the stairs.”

Nodding again, Nuxi mumbled something to himself quietly, his brows furrowed again. Then, closing his notebook, he looked up with a soft expression. 

“Thank you, you two. I have to go question Elliott… have either of you seen him?”

Shaking her head no, Chloe frowned. So caught up, she didn’t see where he went. By the time she had come back to reality, she only saw CJ. She had no idea where Elliott had gone to. 

CJ paused, rubbing her head in confusion. Her brows furrowed, her tongue sticking out as if she were searching the depths of her memories for something.

“If I had to guess, El went to… probably the employee break room that’s nearby the bathrooms. He kept yawning so… maybe he went to get a cup of coffee while we were in the bathroom?”

The break room… interesting. Chloe noted it in her head. Coffee… coffee sounded nice right about now. She was never too big on alcohol anyway.

“Right. Thank you, CJ.”

Nodding slowly, Nuxi placed a hand on his chin. Then, turning away Chloe and CJ, he leaned over. His voice lowered to something, barely above a whisper. Hunching over, he mumbled something she couldn’t catch. Chloe tilted her head slightly. 

Shifting in her chair, her brows furrowed. Her eyes fell on the corpse in the middle of the room. Her eyes watered slightly, she couldn’t help it. Her hands shook slightly as she buried her head in her hands. She was so scared, she couldn’t help it. 

Her brows furrowed. She remembered his words when the ball started, they echoed in her head. They were so nice and comforting in the moment, but now… they’re nothing but ironic last words. (Or well, not maybe his last words but… the last words Chloe ever heard.)

“Thank you everyone for coming to the annual Emerald Gemstone Casino Masquerade night. Tonight is a special night for everyone here, is it not? Filled with regular, new guests, and new staff working the masquerade (and lively they are.) This masquerade ball is made up of different, unique faces, all here tonight. It’s very exciting, the chance for once-in-a-lifetime memories to be made.”

Memories… memories certainly were made, Chloe thought. However, memories that weren’t… all too pleasant. Not all memories were good, not all memories were pleasant. Closing her eyes softly, she sighed. Covering her face, she couldn’t help but want to cry. She felt so overwhelmed. She wondered if it was over, or if this was just the beginning of a long, long line of tragedy.

...

Welcome to the Emerald Gemstone Casino Masquerade. Slots, drinks and games, this golden hour is your opportunity. 

Come and dance under emerald skies, let these last hours of your life be as blinding as your wildest dreams.

... she wanted to go home.

[ CHAPTER ZERO COMPLETE. CHAPTER ONE COMING SOON? ] [ 1/?? DEATH FILES UNLOCKED ]

[mondaymelon]

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"ohhh melon why did you close asks ohhhh melon why arent u taking req" - you, maybe

i closed asks bc i got burnt out answering them !! sorry sorry i suck at interaction even online , they piled up so much i lost a lot of motivation in answering them but hopefully ill get through most of em .. at some point

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"what about the events and series you never finished melon what of them are you abandoning your children" - you, perhaps

hahahahh uhm. im really bad w commitment. so yes, most likely. that one forgotten coffee shop au with kavetham that never even got its first chapter is never coming back.

names once whispered on the breeze (smau) hasn't been posted since like last year june .. i lost interest in the formatting since i gen like writing long posts more and also i did have a plan for the plot but it was shit and i lost interest. sorry for all the people who supported and loved the series but i couldn't reciprocate that same love. i am not paying child support either

500+ and halloween events... in the former didnt expect to get so many requests, and writing 3-ish took every ounce of soul in me. as for halloween, it was fun to write but since im a stupid little 瓜 i couldn't figure out how to end the series. 4 chpaters and a cliffhanger is all yall are getting :P

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[hunterbunter3000]

.We're Just Buddies.

Summary: Bakugou's girlfriend is making him feel things and he goes to confront her about it. Sucks that they're bad feelings.

Katsuki Bakugou × black!reader

Notes: Damn how do I suck at summary's as well? LMAO I DONT WRITE ALOT PLS HAVE MERCY this has been in my drafts for a while and its pretty short, so why not-- also why do I WRITE him so much he's not even my favorite🤨 (am I lying to myself rn🫠) ALSO REALLY SUPER SORRY THAT I'VE BEEN GONE FOR SO LONG

Warnings: jealousy, insecure Bakugou, suggestive talk and action so JUST TO BE SAFE 18+ MDNI college au(?) Its so quick tho, adult lovers Bakugou is in his 20s and so is reader, hurt/comfort, little drabble of sub!Bakugou because g o d that has me on a chokehold, mention of Kaminari x reader, Bakugou being treated like the princess he is

Reader: black, female, she/her pronouns, use of quirk but it's unamed, same height as Bakugou, bit of a dom!

"Do you like him?"

Bakugou breathes heavily when that question seethes from his mouth. His eyes shielded by his blond hair, not wanting to look his girlfriend in the eyes when she answers the question that has been haunting him for the past month.

"Uhm.." She chuckles. Bakugou dragged her into their bedroom to ask a vague question? "What? Bakugou, what are you talking abo--"

"Do you. Like him." His voice almost cracks, but he wants to keep up his angry facade. No, he needs to. He can't cry in front of her.

She blinks as her face contorts into confusion. "Baby, you're gonna have to be more specific."

Fucking hell. Bakugou grinds his teeth. Does she want to torture him? This is already hard enough, he can't take much more if his heart is already breaking.

"Fuck! Denki! Denki fucking Kaminari! The yellow bitch who you always hang around, the guy who makes you laugh so much, the guy who you're always smiling with!" He yells out. His clenched fists are trembling, just like the rest of his body. Let's dub it as trembling with anger.

Her eyes grow wide. Oh, he's serious about this. "Bakugou--"

He interrupts her again. "Do you like him or not!?"

She sees the desperation and hurt in his bright saffron eyes. His thin eyebrows knitted together, making crevasses in his forehead. A moment of silence passes through the air, making it hard for Bakugou to breathe.

Her face stays neutral, yet her eyes are soft. Soft enough for Bakugou to see the truth. "Not the way you're thinking, no. I don't like him like that."

He doesn't believe it.

She smiles and walks closer to him to rub his arms in comfort. "We're just buddies! I--" He steps back from her, eyes going unfocused.

"Bullshit. I see how he looks at you. Like you made the fucking sun and life itself. And you just-- let it happen! I--"

"Katsuki."

That two-syllable name carried so much power, it made him shut up immediately as her velvety voice sliced through his mind. She never calls him by his first name unless she means business. And she means business.

He looks up at her, now sitting on his bed like a goddess on her throne. She does things effortlessly and gracefully. It makes sense for Denki to fall in love with her. She has him around her finger, just like Bakugou.

She taps beside her, beckoning Bakugou to sit next to her.

"Come."

Bakugou frowns. "Y/n, no." His voice betrays him, making it to be weak and cracked. She says it again, with just the same soft force she uses every time someone doesn't listen to her. "Come here."

He lets out a shaky breath and trudges slowly to her. He plops down next to her, her addictive scent taking over his mind. He always felt safe and small next to his girlfriend. And he feels it now; but he also feels like he's in trouble.

She puts her hand on his naked shoulder, goosebumps already forming from her gentle touch. "Remember what we talked about? About voicing our feelings better?" She says. Bakugou remembers. Instead of killing his vocal cords and exploding everything in anger like he used to do when he was younger, she taught him how to have better communication skills. Not just with her, but with everyone. He's gotten better. But it's just so easy to go back to the old habits.

Bakugou nods.

She hums. "I understand that you're mad. But, please. Talk to me like an adult. Not a kid."

That's right. They're not kids anymore. They're grown now. In college. Owning a shared apartment. Owning a car. Paying bills. Being pro-heroes.

And with a situation like this, it's best to have a sit down and talk about it thoroughly.

Bakugou breathes out. His fingers playing with each other. He's so tense you could throw a boulder at him and it would break. The quiet makes both of them feel on edge, but Bakugou needs to find the right words.

"When we go over to the dorms, and I see you and Kaminari play those stupid ass games," He can feel the anger bubble up again. He won't let it take over, so he clears his throat and takes a deep breath. "And I see you leaning on him, and how..."

It hurts him to say this.

"--Natural, it looks... I get this pit in my stomach that doesn't go away. Even if I leave the room, it's still there. It lingers for a long time. And then I get those thoughts in my head. That I'm not good enough for you. That I'm not caring, or attentive, or funny enough for you to act like that around me. I just... I get so jealous and angry that he--" He sniffs, nose getting runny. He can feel it. The tears welling up in his eyes. "That he might take you away from me. And I don't want that to happen. You- you mean everything to me. I love you so much and I'm sorry if I'm not good enough for you--"

A deep kiss stops him from finishing that sentence. He closes his eyes and melts into it, feeling at home.

"Don't you dare say that about yourself. Ever. Do you understand?" She frowns at him, hurt across her face because he said those horrible things about himself. He whimpers a little and nods. Her hands go up to his face and cradle his cheeks.

"Katsuki, baby, you are enough for me. You're honestly way more than I can ever imagine." She chuckles. She searches for his eyes, and when she finds them she smiles. Eye contact means everything to her. It's the doorway to the soul, and words have more meaning when you look into someone's eyes. "You're perfect for me. Your mind, your body, your soul. Everything. And also, Denki is my friend! I've known him since middle school. I've told you this."

Fuck.

His cheeks start to burn. "Oh. Right. I-"

"Forgot? Mhm, I can see that. But I understand where you're coming from. I have been hanging out with him more than I thought. And I forgot about my darling boyfriend." She kisses his forehead and draws him in for a hug. His arms go around her waist immediately as he molds into her. "I'm sorry, baby. Please voice how you feel more." Her voice is laced with care and sincerity. She cares for me. He thinks. He screws his eyes closed and sighs.

She loves me.

"I will. I will, I swear. I just- I missed you. S-so much." He whispers. Who knew a hunk of a man can shrink down to a vulnerable boy.

Bakugou sniffs, tears now falling on his cheeks. "You just do so much with him... I thought I felt you slipping and I panicked--" She shushes him delicately while massaging his scalp. That action always made Bakugou calm down and find serenity. He cries some more into her chest until she pulls away and looks at him.

"Baby I do such little things with him. He's not my focus." She coos. She bumps her forehead on his before whispering these words that made Bakugou's heart soar.

"You are."

Their lips connect in a deep, passionate kiss. All the insecurity splatters away from his mind. She loves me.

She loves me. She loves me. She loves me.

"Answer me this, Katsu. Who do I kiss every waking moment?"

He gulps. "Me."

She hums. Her legs drape over his lap, big hands going to her supple hips quickly.

"Who helps me when I have trouble doing my homework?" She slowly pushes him on the bed, neither of them breaking eye contact.

"Me."

Now laying on the bed, her nimble fingers go under his tank top. The weight of her fingerpads and the slight scratch from her nails feels heavenly.

"Who do I give presents to?" She says lowly, the moonlight hitting her skin perfectly.

Bakugou can't breathe. He can feel himself submitting to her. He's not complaining. "Me..."

She starts to peck his neck with soft kisses, making him groan.

"Who do I cuddle with at night when we sleep?"

He breathes heavily. "M-me."

They both lowly moan against each other. Her lips still kissing his searing skin, and her hands still caressing him. The tank top flew off somewhere, now his tanned skin now on display. Her fingers feel up his waist, his abs and his chest. Bakugou relishes in the feeling of being touched like this.

And being kissed like this.

He stifles a moan when she places a hickey on his collarbone. She sighs and whispers in his ear.

"Who do I pleasure almost everyday?"

He bites his lip and whimpers, tears forming in his eyes again.

"Me...!"

She giggles when his voice goes up an octave as she tweaked his nipples. It always made his brain turn into mush. Her hand cradles his blushing cheek.

"Who's name do I scream out at night?"

His heart feels like it's going to burst out of his chest. The teasing, plus this? Soul is gone.

His face turns into a shy emotion; eyelashes fluttering. "Mine..."

She smiles widely.

"Exactly. I am yours."

She kisses his lips again, like forming a signature for a contract.

"And who's name do you cry out when you're getting fucked?" She let's out a breath when she feels his hips buck into her. He lets out a broken whine.

"Y-yours."

She kisses him again, but with more force. More tongue. She's signing the contract again, and this is final. He moans in her mouth when she pulls on his hair.

She let's him breathe again, strings of saliva connecting to their lips. She wipes it off with her thumb and smirks.

"And you are mine."

Her eyes sparkle with a neon blue hue, and so does Bakugou's. He feels... different. But it's a good different. Like he can see from her eyes. And feel what she feels. He feels connected to her on such a universal level, he can't explain it.

"We belong to each other, Bakugou. We always will; ever since the first year in UA. That will never change. Understand?"

"Y-yes. I understand."

She smiles as she kisses his cheeks. Her arms go around his neck and pulls him into a hug.

"I love you, my darling baby boy. I always will." She whispers in his ear. Bakugou's cheeks heat up. His lips form into a soft smile.

"I love you too." He mumbles into the crook of her neck.

Such bliss, such peace.

Peace within him, within his mind. Bakugou's so lucky to have some one like her in his life.

After about ten minutes of comfortable silence, she speaks up.

"Denki is with Jiro and Shinso anyway. He doesn't like me like that."

Bakugou jolts. "Wait, whAT"

Likes and reblogs are appreciated! .♡

Or something like that idk

[morickkk]

hello. i am in love with your scarian school au. can you give me a long rant about it. please,

Hi omg hi hi okay okay sorri for future misspells and grammatical errors

Okay so like i said before uhh it all started with a prank, amd grian thought it would be a good idea to just pop a balloon to one of the most accident prone person, after that silly stupid little prank, scar fell on idk his back, injuring it

I wanted to give it a vibe where he was technically blown up on the back bc he didnt see the creeper, and i cannot make him explode here guys sorry HWHSJWHE

And then after like scar comes back to school, grian was like really worried duh so he immediately went to scar and asked that he owes him until he doesnt really feel that guilty

Scar was ecstatic yeysyes, a potential bestfriend no way!! So scar wholeheartedly agree and for some couple days after, grian notice scar literally just swindling people at school for their stuffs and maybe homework LMAO and grian was starting to regret it

Im not entirely sure what im gonna do for the interpretation of their failed monopolies, but for the traps in the series, i feel like its just gonna be silly pranks

The interpretation i was gonna do with the time scar losing his 2nd life was both of them doing a science/chem activity for class, and scar was liek im all for science and mixed like random things in the uhm yeah the 'potions' and it explodes, frian was too late to warn him, making scar injure himself again but now that i think about it i want to change it now help this really got me thinkign okay okay

What if i just make it like, interpretation of the 1st death, grian plays a prank with the chem lab, making it explode on scar, injuring him, i think that fits better

2nd death interpretation, was uhm scar and grian was thinking about pranking cleo for 'wrongin' them, but scar didnt see the slippery wet floor sign, making himself injured again

YEAH YEAH I THINK THATS BETTER

And then after that, scar asks grian if he still wanna be friends with a guy like him, and grian was still okay since he still owe his well kind of forgiveness?? Im not sire how to wrod it

Btw pizza is a scooter motorbike! Meanwhile mr bubbles is just a silly balloon

I might add like situations that didnt happen in the series bc i still wanna make soemthing original about itwjsuejs but i do have an idea about what will happen for the interpretation of the uhhh ending of 3rd life

Bqsically its still, Grian being betrayed by scar with bdubs and they go punchies in the halls ( people cheered LMAO )

IT WILL BE HARD TRYING TO INTERPRET LAST LIFE BC I BARELY UNDERSTOOD QHAT HAPPENED THERE IM SORRY i mostly understood lizzie's pov bc it was the first pov i watched, anwyays im getting sidetracked uhm basiclaly yeah its still ongoing, im suffering from my own consequences bc its so hard to make aus LMAO but feel free to give ideas pls

Im still scrapping like alot of the things i write for this au bc theres part where i change my mind, just like the interpretation on scar's 1st and 2nd death

[maxattax]

Meet Me Halfway - Holiday Truce 2023

Happy Holiday Truce! This gift is for @dannyphannypack :) I hope you like it! I used your prompt #4, identity reveal.

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The second hand on my watch ticks forward slowly. I’m waiting for my most troublesome student to show up for detention, and it is now five minutes past when he should have been here. I shouldn’t be surprised; Daniel Fenton is rarely on time for class, so why should this be any different? I’ll be calling his parents if he isn’t here soon.

Ten minutes past the hour, the door finally opens. “Sorry I’m late, Mr. Lancer. I… uhm…” Daniel’s face scrunches while he searches for an excuse.

I sigh. “Mr. Fenton, I was starting to think you wouldn’t show.” I gesture to the chair I’ve pulled up to my desk. “Have a seat.”

He sits. At first, I say nothing. He squirms in his seat, fingers dancing across the desk. I’ve known many students who are perfectly content to sit in silence, and many who will fill every second with words. But Daniel just waits, uncomfortable. He stares at me, his face grim like a man condemned. I finally break the silence.

“You missed half of my class today. Care to explain why?” I ask.

Daniel picks up a paperclip off my desk and straightens it out, then bends it back into its original shape. “Why bother asking?” he says, shaking his head. “We both know you won’t believe me.”

“Maybe if you told the truth…” I trail off, pinching the bridge of my nose. I lower my hands to my desk and look him in the eye. “I know you’re a good kid, Daniel. It’s clear there’s more going on. If you ever feel comfortable confiding in me, I want to help. Just meet me halfway.”

Daniel meets my gaze. I can’t tell what he’s thinking as he examines me. Is he weighing whether he can trust me? Is he trying to figure out if I know more than I’m letting on? I wish I did. Is he just waiting for me to dismiss him?

After too long, he says, “I’m just going through some stuff. You wouldn’t get it.”

“I might. I was a teenager once, too. I do remember what it was like.” He cocks an eyebrow. I choose to ignore his disbelief. “Is this about Mr. Baxter? I have been too lenient on him. I apologize for his actions; I only recently learned the extent of how he’s been treating you and your peers, and I will be cracking down on his behavior.”

Daniel’s eyes go wide for a moment. “Uh, yeah, that’s it.” Okay, so that’s not it. He’s not a very good liar. “Thanks. He’s been a pain in the a– uh, butt, for a while now.”

That I do believe. Dash has been cruel to several of my students, and I still can’t believe how blind I was to his bullying. I won’t let him get away with it any longer.

But if this isn’t about Dash, then what is it? “I’m happy to help,” I say. Daniel gives me a half smile, but says nothing. “Well, if there’s nothing else, why don’t you get some homework done? We still have forty-five minutes.”

Daniel deflates. “Yeah, fine.” He eyes his preferred seat in the back of the room, but slinks to a desk in the front row. He sinks onto the chair and plops a notebook onto the desk. Hunched over his book, he chews on the back of his pen as he reads. He scribbles something in his notebook, shakes his head, and turns the page.

He looks up at me. I hastily look away and start organizing the papers on my desk.

A few minutes later, I hear a gasp. “Is everything alright, Mr. Fenton?”

His fingers grip the side of his desk. “Uh, yeah. I just have to go to the bathroom. Can I go?” He taps his toes, unable to stay still in his seat. I can’t tell whether he urgently needs the restroom or if he is just eager to get away. It’s probably best to let him go just in case. I open my mouth to respond.

CRASH! The classroom door explodes inward, shards of wood ricocheting off the wall. An enormous glowing green bear stomps into the room. Saliva drips from its razor-sharp teeth, and it lets out a bone-chilling growl.

The bear takes a step in my direction. The floor shakes as its feet hit the ground. “The Winter’s Tale, I’m being pursued by a bear!” I stand up from my chair and back away slowly. My heart pounds in my chest as it takes another step.

“Hey ugly, leave him alone!” The bear rears its head towards Daniel. What is he doing?! It slowly makes its way towards the boy, rage in its eyes. What do I do? I can’t fight a ghost!

I glance towards the door. The phone on the wall has been crushed and is hanging off the base by the cord. It’s times like these that I regret not having a cell phone.

Daniel pulls a thermos out of his bag. This is not the time for soup! I want to shout, but the words are stuck in my throat.

The bear lunges towards the teen, but he nimbly dodges the attack. Daniel skirts around the ghost and points the thermos at its torso.

I drop to my knees and hide under my desk. I hate to leave a student in danger, but I am honestly terrified, and he seems to have this handled, somehow. As I watch, I remember that his parents are ghost hunters. It makes sense that he’d know how to capture them, although I was under the impression that he is scared of ghosts. He is usually the first out the door during ghost attacks.

Daniel dodges another attack, but drops the thermos. It rolls across the classroom floor and bounces off the leg of my desk. The bear notices the movement and turns to face me. Oh no.

The bear takes a few steps in my direction and raises its paw a foot away from my face. Time freezes. This is it. I’m going to die here, and Daniel won’t be far behind. I’ve failed in my duty to protect my students. My muscles tense, bracing for the impact.

In slow motion, the paw comes careening towards me. Daniel leaps across the room. There is a flash of light, and ethereal white rings appear around the boy’s waist. As the rings travel across his body, they transform my young student into the town superhero, Danny Phantom. What in the world?

A glowing green dome appears around me, and the bear’s claws scrape against the light. I’m unharmed? How?

“Okay, now you’ve pissed me off,” the ghost boy says. His voice echoes ominously.

The bear growls in response. It turns to face Phantom, who is floating over my desk, eyes glowing with the intensity of his anger.

Phantom whips around and flies behind the bear. He wraps his arms around it and lifts it over his head, slamming it into the ground behind him. The bear crumples, dazed. Phantom unceremoniously picks up the thermos and activates it. The bear stretches towards the thermos, a growl ripped from its throat as it is sucked into the machine. Phantom caps the thermos with a soft click. The air is still and quiet; the danger is gone.

The teenage ghost floats before me. He stares at me, silent, examining. His deathly pale face is frozen, twisted in an expression of anxiety. He searches me, although for what I am uncertain.

He takes a deep, unsteady breath. Do ghosts need to breathe? “So, uhm,” he says, his voice shaking. “You didn’t see any of that, right?” His hands are trembling, his form vibrating in the air before me.

“I saw a student turn into a ghost and suplex a bear,” I say bluntly. I stand and look up at him. His glow illuminates the area around him, and it’s uncomfortable to look directly at him. “Is that really you, Daniel?”

“Oh.” He lowers himself slowly to the ground. Another blinding flash of light summons rings around his waist, transforming him back into the boy I know. “I guess I have some explaining to do…”

“Yes, you certainly do. You’re a ghost? A Christmas Carol, how did this happen? Are… are you dead?”

Daniel grimaces. “No! Uh, probably. Jazz says no; I’ll trust her on this. Technically, I’m only half-ghost.” He runs a hand through his black hair. “Generally ghosts don’t like to talk about how they died, but I’ll just say there was an accident in my parents’ lab.”

I raise my eyebrows, but before I can speak, he continues. “No, my parents don’t know. Please don’t tell them.” He picks up a pen from my desk, uncaps it, and caps it again. “They wouldn’t take it well.”

This poor boy, having to hide who he is from everybody. That can’t be easy. I word my next question carefully. “Are you safe at home? As your teacher, I am a mandated reporter. That means if you’re in danger, I have to tell somebody.”

Daniel does not meet my eyes, staring intently at the pen in his hand. “No – I – uhm, no. Like, yeah, they’re ghost hunters, but they’re really bad at it. They miss half the shots they take.”

“That means they still hit you with half their shots,” I point out. “I may be an English teacher, but I’m not that bad at math.”

He finally looks up at me. “I’m good at this, Mr. Lancer. I’ve been doing it for a while. If you call CPS, then the Guys in White – sorry, the Ghost Investigation Ward,” he rolls his eyes, “will get involved, and they’re much more dangerous than my parents. Do you think they’ll care that I’m half human, if they even believe me?”

I think back to the last few times the government agents were in town. They haven’t been quiet about their hatred of ghosts. He’s right; they’re not exactly compassionate or careful. “Okay,” I say. “I believe you. You said Jasmine is aware of your… condition?”

Daniel laughs. “I’m a superhero, it’s not a disease. Yeah, she knows. Sam and Tucker do too; they were there when it happened. I’ll, uh, have to fill them in on this.”

A superhero. He’s so young to be throwing himself into danger on a daily basis. No wonder he’s failing his classes. “Why were you late for class today? I expect honesty, this time.”

Daniel blinked, expressionless. “Not the question I expected.” He sighs. “It was a ghost, of course. On the other side of campus.”

“Ah. Is that always the reason you’re late?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” He shrugs. “The ghosts don’t care that I have class. I have to take care of them. Nobody else is gonna do it.”

“What about the Red Huntress? Isn’t it better to let an adult take care of it?”

Daniel barks out a short laugh. “She cares more about capturing me than any other ghost. She shoots first and asks questions never. I can’t leave her to do it alone. Plus, she has sc– other responsibilities too, outside of ghost hunting.”

“You know who she is.” It’s not a question.

“I do. But it’s not my secret to tell.”

I nod respectfully. He really is a good kid. “Okay. I wouldn’t have asked, anyway. She’s not my responsibility. You, however…”

“Yeah, I know,” Daniel says. “I haven’t been the best student. I’ve been so busy fighting ghosts I haven’t had time for anything else. I’ve barely been sleeping. But if you could meet me halfway, I’ll do my best to bring my grades up.”

I appreciate that. He must be incredibly busy, considering how many ghost attacks Amity Park sees every day. “I can’t excuse too many absences, not without the school getting suspicious,” I tell him. “But now that I know about your… extracurricular activities, I can cut you a little slack. And I won’t tell anybody. You have my word.”

Daniel lets out a long breath of relief. “Thank you, Mr. Lancer. That means a lot.”

I smile at him. He smiles back, then gasps. A wisp of cloudy breath escapes his mouth. “Oh no, another one?” he says, annoyed.

“What was that?” It’s not that cold in here, certainly not cold enough to see one’s breath.

“My ghost sense. There’s one nearby.”

A booming voice shouts as a ghost fades into view. “I am the Box Ghost! BEWARE!”

Daniel rolls his eyes. “Can I have a minute to deal with this guy?”

“Of course.” Daniel grins and transforms into his ghostly alter-ego once more. He punches the ghost, confident in every move. He seems to know what he’s doing. I’m glad to finally know what’s going on, and I’ll be here to support him every step of the way.

And maybe even get him to do his homework.

[necronatural]

when you eventually look at the new 000 gregor ID i would love to know how he slots into the rest of the clockroach dynamic, if he even slots in at all

I didnt get him after 58 pulls but his voicelines are up on the wiki so what can you do.

- I think Dante actually has a problem with this one. TH!Gregor is like oh ho hum about it since they work together fine but when he finds out Dante is not only workplace romancing The Gregiverse but one of the Gregs they are okay with is a serial killer cannibal he's like Hold On.... Hey?

-He goes out of his way to be powerful and alluring and charming and suave and all that and Dante just goes .... :/ at him. He is like oh so you don't want me Confident. And Happy. And has it pointed out with him that the most confident and happy Gregor (Zwei) has Dante absolutely sauced but that only makes him more mad

-Twinhooks Gregor has enjoyed the absolute highest level of protection from all conflict through Hook and the Middle and has depended on that coddling for a while so he doesn't actually have conflict resolution skills & he's a little threatened by his burgeoning need to beg for it

-All Twinhook Gregor does is steal cheat and lie and so he opts to pretend to NOT be strong and independent (WHICH HE IS) since Dante wants to be the boss. Begging is ok if its fake. Dante breaks, just as planned, but tragically Gregor surrounds himself with underlings and guardians because he craves coddling and thus being dommed Awakens things within him.

-Most whipped Gregor next to G-Corp. Smug about it though like "ohh sorry but I got people who won't allow me to die 😏". Really lays it on thick schmoozing with Dante, overtly romantic, competitive with Outis for brown-nosing and wants to be The Favourite

-New, unique dynamic of We Have To Kill Them

-Dante acts pretty neutrally with him in public which really distills the comedy I think. This too is a form of domination

-Semi-related he's pretty vocally annoyed they have a Colour Fixer who just hangs out and makes sure Dante's head doesn't need to explode and does nothing else. What is the point of a powerful person being around if it isn't in service of anything <- his existential worldview at this point <- He gets along with the Middle exceptionally well as you might imagine

There is very little room for Dante within the world of U Corp IDs... Here is my most beautiful worlds

-Dante is trying to pay off a guest and has the baffling ability to make money that has delayed the process by months and the hostage is like. Genuinely just a guest at this point because it's taken as a given that Dante will be able to meet the next threshold Somehow. The dynamic has stretched out long enough that basically everyone views it as paying rent to live on the port. Everyone knows Gregor is smitten but he won't admit it he just Hovers. Meaningfully. Looking so Dashing. One time he says he'll forgive the debt if Dante joins the pirates and Dante goes Uhm. No. And it gets under his skin so bad he can't work up the guts to ask them out to casual platonic dinner

-Dante is a whaler and notoriously helps tourists navigate the port streets without getting hostage kidnapped and gives paypigs jobs on their boat once they run out of cash. This is actually a small profit cycle so Hook has never minded it. Gregor starts allowing the paypigs to meet with the guests more often as an excuse to make Dante hang out with him and Talk Shop (putting them in charge of more boats with more people who can't afford to save their guests so Dante will have to spend more time with him). Dante isn't comfortable with being friendly with the Twinhook Pirates so doesn't let it escelate. Again, Gregor has to separate his status from his relationships and beg for it. It drives him crazy that Dante doesn't take advantage of this. Getting them to stop neutrally dismissing his overtures feels like he earned fucking deliverance

[narrat3333d]

placer holder intro post…how do you even do these (will probably make this look nicer in 3-5 business days/j)

uh anyway im narrator and allat jazz (do NOT call me by my user…we will be scrapping if you do../j)

he/him aroace ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🐺

Irish Canadian 🇮🇪🇮🇪🇨🇦🇨🇦🤤🤤🤑🤑🤑🤤

I am a MINOR though am FINE ANYONE INTERACTING as long as they dont act freaky..the block button is mere clicks away..

no dni either, act freaky and TALK TO THE HAND

what do you even put after the basic shit man idk…

main interests:

• PUNCH OUT!! I FUCKING LOVE PUCNH IUT GGGRRAHAHHHHH STARTS TWEAKING

• tf2…

• kandi…hastag free therapy (INTIL YOU RUN OUT OF BEADS 💔)

• reanimator..you know..the hit 1985 film..and bride of reanimator..beyond reanimator kinda sucked. 🙁

• mad scientist people in general..favourite character trope..actually.. (dr horrible..save me dr horrible..)

• gothic literature (and the musicals made for them…Frankenstein the musical…Jekyll and Hyde musical…yum yum 🤑)

• 80s slasher films..practical effects love you LOTS

• rowing!!!!! (kind of…double 6K ergs GET OUT!!! im also a coxswain as well as a rower if that adds to anything..no coxbox either literally dies) 🚣🚣🚣🚣🚣🚣🚣💥💥💥

• 80s new wave..love that as well heart

• splatoon..

• batim

• I also fw my OCs..I post about them a lot im sorry gang 🙁 I’ll probably post yapping sessions about them if I get over the nerves of yapping about my OCs 🙁🙁🙁🙁🙁🙁🙁

• MY REALLY DEVELOPED OC UNIVERSE..,OH MY GOD ITS LITERALLY A PASSION PROJECT TWEAKS SO BAD I DIE AND EXPLODE AND DIE AGAIN. THERE’LL PROBABLY BE YAPPING ABIUT THAT IM SOS ORRY GANG

(and many others…)

IDK WHAT ELSE TO WRITE?? DO YOY WANT MY FAVOURITE BANDS?????? MUSIC ARTISTS?!!!!

• Oingo Boingo

• Talking Heads

• Spandau Ballet

• KMFDM

• Die Krupps

• Skinny Puppy

• The Beatles

• Koffin Kats

• Controlled Bleeding

• Dr. Steel

• Billy Idol

• Duran Duran

• Depeche Mode

• Thomas Dolby

• Soft Cell

• Gary Numan

• Tears for Fears

• Wham!

• The Cure

• The Smiths

• DEVO

• Will Wood (and The Tapeworms)…

uhm thank you for coming to my sigma intro post refreshments are in the back on that table 💔

I ALSO MAKE A LOT OF TYPOS..SO MUCH SO THAT MY DEVICE STARTS TO AUTOCORRECT CORRECTLY SPELT WORDS TO THE TYPO..BE WARY OF THAT..

AND I FOLLOW PEOPLE WHO FOLLOW ME BACK MOSTLY I THINK..ITS A HAHBIT FROM OTHER WEBSITES..🐺

not even going into my inability to read things right..jumps..explodes, dies even.

[misty-zzz]

Chapter 9

Finally writing block had let me go, off to its next victim 🤷

It’s a tad bit of a shorter chapter, but I think it’s a nice one :)

The Wubbox offered its gifts. Shiney clear stones, filled with potential. Dragong steals them right as he lays eyes on the valuables. He shut his eyes, but his concentration was halted by Auglur. They motioned some towards Dragong, he immediately remembers what he’s supposed to do. Not for the gems. He places the three gems on the goopy ground, and clears his throat.

“Thank you… for these supplies…” his eyes scatter around, avoiding any sort of eye contact. Auglur pushes him foward. “And, uhm- these will be a great help for me, and… I am appreciative of it.” He smiles quite awkwardly. Auglur eyes hint in a faint smile. Can’t tell too much of emotion in a floating eyeball flower. Tootoo smiles back, “It’s our pleasure!” She says.

“Anyways, back to this, I’ve finally remembered what I had to do.” Dragong crushes the crystals under his weight. He continued until it was fine dust — but it was just what he needed. He gathers the pile of dust up, and spits right into his palm. This is what magic is like for the monsters. A tad bit strange, but what’s needed.

Fiddlement seemed a tad bit disgusting by the now ball of spit and fine dust. Dragong carefully shapes the mixture into a round fire emblem, somehow able to with his cymbal hands. “Magic for us is weird. I’m not sure how our ancestors found out about this.” Dragong finished the reshaping of the mixture. So he does as he remembers, and places it on top of his forehead.

The orange sludge seeps into his skin and scales, his eyes are shut, and there was a faint glow of red radiating from him. His eyes peel back open. His magic was back, at least for fire balls.

“Did it work?! Fiddlement eagerly tilted forward. Dragong moves over to an area with no one. He draws out the same symbol mid air.

The symbol makes a light carve in the air, quickly becoming a cloud of fire. It shoots out, blasting the wall of the workshop. Gunks of the wall goop fly in every direction. “I did it!” Dragong’s wings burst up. “Oh how I missed magic!” He grins with his sharp teeth.

There were a couple of more explosions from Dragong. Eventually they decided the time had to come. Dragong was going to leave the hole. He’ll miss the triple element ethereals, sadly they aren’t able to join along.

“Don’t tell them about us.” Auglur plead the four. “I don’t want us to be found out by the mythicals. Especially after all I’ve heard from Dragong.” She sighs. “I promise, only we will know.” Tootoo assured her.

“Maybe I’ll come back here every once in a while.” Dragong thought out loud.

They headed off to the outside. Finally Dragong will smell some fresh air. For someone who had been trapped in a cave for so long, he really was a bundle of energy. He bounces on the walls, exploding everything in his path. The only area Wubbox forced Dragong to stop was the areas with the cave paintings.

Along this area, Dragong had a moment to slow down. “Sorry about that, way earlier.” He starts apologizing for seemingly nothing. “For what?” Fiddlement questioned. “That thing with auglur, how she made me say thank you and that stuff.” Dragong grumbled. “We’ve been working on our manners, I guess.” He went on “We knew that eventually we would have to see other monsters eventually. And we didn’t want them to see us as rude or anything.”

“I don’t see anything wrong with that!” Tootoo exclaimed. “I’d rather have someone be kind than to be mean when I first meet them!”

“I guess I just kinda saw it as awkward.” Dragong drags along the dirt path.

With a few back rides on Dragong, and a whole lot of walking. They had done it. Now Dragong will reintroduce himself. A new era for him!

He takes his last breath of cave air, and his first in a while of ethereal air. But everything besides the air was ethereal. A group of monsters stood a couple of feet away.

“A little tweedle told me that someone was going inside that cave.” Laughed the small, stout, orange monster. “Is that-”

“The mythicals!” Dragong cuts off Tootoo. “Why in the name of galvana are you here?” Dragong snapped. He hated that Buzzinga. “For you, of course. Eventually you would wake up, we knew it wasn’t permanent.” The edges of his mouth curl. Something bad was about to happen.

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Some silly notes::::

GUYSSSSS AAAAAHHAHAHAH

I’m SO excited to write the next chapter, FIGHTING AND ARGUING, LETSSS GOOOO!!!!

Also I kinda want to write a part 2 to fate of the stars, but then there’s another one shot in my mind too. Augahagah. I think I’ll write part 2 when all the adult celestials are released. Okay I think I’m going to go insane. 💃🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼💃🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼💃🏼💃🏼💃🏼💃🏼

[afterbirdlow]

AFTERGLOW CHAPTER 6: NID DE PIVERT

(This preview takes place from the half-way point of the chapter, the begging of the actual post being a resolution to chapter 5)

They’ve done it. Nid de Pivert is only a few stinking steps way!!!

It’s only the first few hours of the morning and Bonnie could explode with excitement! A town, an actual place where other people live and talk and not just crabbing road and grass! It also meant they were making real progress in getting to Bambouche! They jumped and jumped around until Mirabelle got them to calm down before they trip and hurt their knee on the pavement, what a killjoy!!!

The entrance to town is very calm, woodpeckers around the trees giving its townsfolk a peppy beat as they go from place to place. A short old lady is giving some talking to some folks carrying boxes, seemingly headed to the town’s house of Change, visible a few blocks away. As they get closer, they notice they’ve got a Change symbol sown on their jacket! Mirabelle approaches quickly when she sees it, careful not to drag her dress along the floor.

- Um excuse me I’m very sorry but uhm I’m looking for the town mayor o-or theheadHousemaidenhereorjustsomeoneIcanrelayawarningto! – She speaks so quickly that if the group wasn’t already on the know they’d be just as confused as to what she was saying.

- Pardon me young one but you’ll need to slow down...! What’s your name? How can I assist you? – The lady seems to be about Siffrin’s height, her hair short and grey and wearing a loop earring made to resemble the emblem of Change. Her voice is as sweet as molasses!

- Oh I’m sorry I’m sorry... Um! I am Housemaiden Mirabelle, from the house of Dormont. I was-

- Oh, oh my!!! The very same? You are the Mirabelle? The Change God’s chosen champion? Well, well, well! My name is Héloïse. To what do I owe the please of this visit Housemaiden Mirabelle?

- Y-Yes that’s what I’m trying to say, and it’s really-

- Oh! These must be your companions! I’ve heard quite a lot about you in the time we’ve been unfrozen, oh it must have been a terribly arduous journey! You all have Nid de Pivert’s great thanks! May the Change God bless all of you! – Dile sighs and raises her open palm, trying to get her to slow down.

- My name is Odile, and what Mirabelle was trying to tell you, madam Héloïse, is that we’ve got an urgent message from the house of Dormont to relay to the town. – As much as she tries to be lowkey, her annoyance still comes through clearly. Mirabelle sighs and puts a palm to her face, the cringe in her body can be felt by everyone around her. – We appreciate the thought, but we need to speak to the mayor or head Housemaiden or whichever official as soon as possible.

- yeahthat...

The older lady’s face seems to flatten, a sweat drop appearing on her forehead as her eyes move from one savior to another and back to Belle.

- Oh, my apologies, Housemaiden Mirabelle, I got overly excited. – She speaks, gently putting her hands together in a ball, similarly to how Belle does it. – I teach at the House of Change here; I can take you to the head Housemaiden.

Progress!

- Thank Change yes!!! – Mirabelle exclaims a little louder than she probably meant. She clears her throat and tries taking it down a notch. – We’d greatly appreciate that Héloïse, we aren’t spending too long in town, so we really need to speak to them today.

- Here, let me show you the way. – Héloïse begins to lead the group, despite the house being plainly visible even from out of town, do people get lost trying to find it?

- Wait just a second, madam. – Dile says and turns to face everyone. – I would ask that all of you come along to explain the situation, but I don’t imagine Siffrin would be too keen to visit another house of Change right now, correct?

Frin hides his chin under his collar, he seems embarrassed and his cheeks darken a bit, his eyes look at the floor, he looks crabbing tired, what’s he looking for down there anyways? Frin nods.

- Then can I entrust that you find us the inn with the most comfortable beds in town? – Odile replies with a small grin on her cheek, she lifts her arms to stretch, Bonnie feels a small tingle in their skin when they hear her back loudly pop. – I, for one, could use a nice mattress and fluffy pillow for a change!

Siffrin nods again, wide-eyed. They look so goofy and adorable when their eye widens!

- I’ll follow Sif! We cover twice the ground that way! – Za explains with some pep. He stands next to Frin with his hand raised, after Frin looks up at him shyly, Za puts his arm on his shoulder. They look so happy it’s impossible not to smile!

- Very well, I will accompany Mirabelle. – Taking a step back in the direction of the old Housemaiden. – I don’t mean to sound patronizing, but I imagine you could use the assistance, the moral support.

- Y-Yeah... I think that’d come in h-handy. – Belle smiles but her closed eyes, dark cheeks and nervous twitch on her brow don’t really make that smile all that believable.

- And you? Boniface? – The kid doesn’t think about it long before hopping by Frin and Za with their arms outstretched!

- I’ll go with these 2!!! I don’t wanna hear all the boring adult stuff, and me and Za need to get me a new jacket for the cold!!! – Their fists turn to open palms as they put them side to side, Bonnie doesn’t notice as they’ve put their open palm directly in Frin’s face, blocking their eye. The message is received as both the adults each grab unto their hands, Bonnie giggles to themselves, ready to move out at any moment.

- Alright then, let’s reunite back here around lunch time, sound good?

- Sounds like a plan, Madame!

- Roger roger, M’dame!

- Cya later Dile! Cya later Belle!

- Take your time! We’ll meet up later.

The 2 girls wave as they follow Héloïse back to the house of Nid de Pivert. Leaving the other 3 to their own doings. Siffrin is the first to pipe up.

- Do... you 2 mind if we do something else before looking for an inn? – Siffrin seems embarrassed again, weird! They’re not even being asked anything! That’s normally what does it! – Could we visit a hairdresser? I... Kinda hate how I look right now...

Their hair does look pretty long and raggedy, have they cut their hair at all since joining the group? It used to be mostly lightless with only a hint of white underneath the top of their hat, it’s reversed now. Frin scratches the back of their head.

- I don’t mind! And after we can look at clothes!!!

- Yeah! I think I could use a shave also. – Za speaks as he runs his hand through the sides of his head, it no longer has his normal shaved look. – And I need to look for a new top to wear, don’t think there’s much to salvage from the old one...

- Thanks, both of you.

Bonnie takes the lead! Mission objective: Find the best hairdressers for the other 2!!! And there was no time to waste! Frin and Za behind, holding each of the kid’s hands as they were being dragged along, Bonnie couldn’t let them slow down!

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The next part of AFTERGLOW is up now!

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Or start from the prologue here:

[cherubcallremade]

PLS I LOVE HEARINV ABT PPLS SPIDERSONAS!!!!

(explodes) ok uhm. uhm. GRABS HIM (well he uses he/she)

this is martin riley (born mary james riley yes this is important) and "his" spider name is spidershfiter :) he has DID but he's from 1976 so he has no clue what the fuck that is and nobody will tell him because MPD isn't even in the DSM until the 80s.

he was generally a kid who stayed by himself bc he spent all his time outside of school helping his mom out w the rooms that she rented out in their home (her dad was a mechanic and they were outside of town, so it was normal for someone who needed to get their car repaired to stay overnight etc etc) BUT he was best friends w a boy named peter parker :) peter called her MJ.

IM GONNA PUT STUFF UNDER THE CUT. UH. TW FOR CAR CRASHES/MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH/ ITS REALLY LONG SORRY IVE BEEN THINKING ABT THIS FOR WEEKS.

and then peter got bit. and riley found out about spiderman by complete accident! but he promised peter that he'd never tell a soul about it. so that went on for a couple months, with peter secretly acting as spiderman and riley being a big supporter of it but still dealing w his system & frequent loss of time etc etc

THEN. uh. there's a car accident. and peter dies, riley lives, and he doesn't quite know what to do with himself? but one of the thoughts in his head gets louder and louder demanding that he needs to be spiderman because without peter there IS no spiderman. nobody knows that spiderman is dead. riley does not want to be spiderman. but He Does:

nick forms as a trauma response to the crash. he wants to be spiderman. and goddammit he's gonna BE spiderman. so he starts to force himself to front and reverse-engineers all of the spider tech that peter was using to use for himself. and it works! he's able to be spiderman without having any powers, it's a miracle. but he's doing his best to hide it from riley. imagine hiding your secret identity from yourself.

meanwhile riley is going to college and getting an english degree. he picks up a job at his college library doing copyediting for other students. then someone from a big scientific organization comes over and is like "hey we need copyeditors. you're good at your job. c'mere." so he gets hired at alchemax, not for anything cool, just to copyedit people's papers/research/etc to make sure everything is clean and comprehensible.

that's when he meets jonathon ohnn :) who is a scientist as part of the budding space program but really his passion is alternate realities! he writes a lot. and riley keeps getting his papers. so eventually they decide to close the gap and start working one-on-one.

(i'm still debating what i want jon's backstory to be, my main thought is MAYBE Vietnamese family that immigrated? i don't know i gotta do more research on that)

they fall in love and start living together :) jon learns abt riley's system and tries to be as adaptable as he can towards it, which amazes riley bc he's never had someone in his life active acknowledge it.

THERES SOME EXTRA LORE ABT THE SPIDERS JUST KNOW FOR NOW THAT THERE ARE THREE WAVES OF SPIDERS. the original (bit peter) the spy (bit riley. spoilers oops) and the brute (bit eddie/venom and carnage bc aliens do not exist in my timeline but fucked up science does!)

riley gets bit when nick feels really bad about the "neglected" spiders and when trying to feed one gets bit. that gives them powers. the thing is w the spy powers is that a majority of them focus on stealth/reading people/etc. so like for example riley's webs are laced with a mild amount of hallucinogenics that it acts as a "truth serum" etc.

woahh now she's spiderman (SHE DOES NOT WANT TO BE SPIDERMAN.) nick is spiderman yayyy he likes being spiderman.

and uh! then jon dies. riley wasn't there. he was supposed to be at work that day but he called out. and he gets a phone call. jon's dead. he dies and it's never clear how he dies. his funeral is open casket and riley never gets full closure because his relationship w jon was never seen as what it actually was.

he stops fronting. nick starts fronting. nick is fronting for months. then an anomaly shows up in his dimension and he has to fight it, peter b shows up, is like "hey kid you need a part time job?" and nick's like YEAH I WANNA SEE THE OTHER SPIDER PEOPLE!!! PLEASE!!!! so into the multiverse they go!

but it had a strange reaction on riley and his system. basically, now, whoever fronts, the body shifts into (thus the name spidershifter).

(small image wip etc)

they get assigned on spy missions because all things consider, it's impossible for them to cause a paradox because nick/mickey/vanessa/etc do NOT exist in these universes! (but what about riley? you may ask. aren't there other rileys?)

here's the thing about riley: he is dead in most universes. he's a canon event. he's the uncle ben for johnathon (if he lives long enough to see him at all). he's supposed to be dead. why isn't he? because he became mj. so he's an outlier from a realistic timeline shift and he hates it. he hates it so much but. he tries to find jon in the universes that spidershifter is sent to spy on. he just wants to see him. talk to him, maybe.

the spot happens and uh why does he sound like his dead boyfriend. why does he remember him. why is he talking to him. Help. (my hc is that when 1610 jon became the spot, he fused with all other versions of him. there is no other jon. there is just him and he remembers all of them)

uhm and that's all i have rn bc that's where the movie ends and i dont want to go into detail talking abt specific alters or interactions w specific characters unless asked. bc this is already so much. im so sorry.

TL;DR: this is spidershifter vvvv

[yfmconfessions2]

oh no ❄️🎀 is Normal over a ship again everyone run (<- has read a 73 chapter fic about their favorite ship in 2 hours once) benapuff hcs because im Ok! yep im Alright! (kms) (these can be interpreted as platonic or romantic) - since puff is a good cook (uhm explaining that soon) (im gonna forget am i.) he makes benatar his favorite snacks and cake for bena’s birthday :D benatar,, uh he’s not really good cook imo sorry chat :'D once he wanted to surprise puff for his 21th birthday and he burnt the cake ,, 😭 - puff absolutely explodes (/pos) at physical touch. He loves hugs and and (dies). And benatar’s hugs are so warm. Like It feels really nice when you hug him and vice versa. And benatar loves hugging knowing this. For the first few times Benatar hugged Puff, puff tried to get away and starts trying to.. idk what this word in English is,, uhm he tries to pinch benatar but with his nails (and goddamn are puff’s nails sharp. They’re not long but they’re sharp like a knife) (this man is a literal cat I HOPE HE EXPLODES RAHH). Of course, he secretly likes it but it takes him so long to get used to it also he wants to keep his “(dumb) tough guy attitude” but after a while, he loves it sm that he stays in that position for such a long time (“puff dear, can you get off” “no ^_^") - puff (somehow??) rarely gets sick but when he does, benatar takes really good care of him. cant say the same for puff, he absolutely sucks at that shit its kinda funny actually. - (for the alien benatar fans out there):  only benatar’s antennas and tail show up when he’s super happy or really sad over something. So when puff compliments/praises benatar, benatar’s antennas and tail show up and his tail starts. Idfk the perfect verb for this,, moving?? Yeah moving like how a dog wags its tail. And even though puff prefers cats alot more and he’s kinda scared of dogs (a dog almost bit him once) (scared of dogs,, hi akito shinonome), he finds it really endearing :3 though he does jump a little everytime it appears. Like ITS IMPOSSIBLE FOR THIS MF TO GET USED TO IT (I mean can’t blame him honestly) was gonna include my deejane x christine (friendzone girl hcs) but this got too long so so sorry if this is super out of character btw =(( (this is what i do instead of focusing on my exams. some fucking cartoon band from 2010/2011. amazing. fuck you ❄️🎀)

I LOVE THE ALIEN BENATAR ONE... HELL I LOVE ALL OF THEM OMGMGMGMG

[th3-third-duffel-bag]

ANALYZING EVIL DEAD RISE VS STRANGER THINGS 5 PREDICTIONS BC THE WRITERS SAID SO.

im sorry.

*****ok do NOT read any further if you haven't seen evil dead rise yet. you have been warned.*****

ok this is gonna be a long one I think.

my friend @3leven1 and I came up with 4 main predictions about what the fuck this means. here we go class.

UNO: POSSESION.

obviously in evil dead rise (I'm just gonna abbreviate it to edr) there is an ongoing theme of possession. this could mean multiple things. when people got Vecna'd it was often refereed to as "possession". vecna might be back to Vecna more people in the gang to break them up and do a great number of damage in their attempts to defeat him. in season two (which was also confirmed to be related to s5) will was possessed. could this mean will will -haha will will- get possessed again?? or will someone else...? this brings me to my next theory.

DOS: THE WHEELERS.

by now I bet a ton of you have seen that in the posters for season four, we had one for Karen wheeler. now why the hell would she have one?? its not like she's a main character, she never has been. but maybe its implying that she will be. Ellie (the mother) in edr was possessed and went rogue killing her children and others. in s4 Vecna picked random teens to kill. or.... not so random. every one of his four victims had some sort of trauma or conflict eating away at them. its been implied that Karen is unhappy in her marriage with ted. I mean come on, in seasons 2 and 3 she was getting ready to go fuck billy like twice. so is vecna gonna go after Karen??

hold up in not done the the wheeler fam just yet. in edr, Ellies sister, lily, pulled that badass card out of the deck and killed Ellie. a good deal of that situation, she had a gun. now, class, who knows how to handle a gun in the wheeler fam? Nancy. Nancy is going to kill her possessed mother, defending her family. hey! y'all remember towns the end of edr when the bodies of them possessed people formed one big monster??? sort or reminds me of something...

TRES: THESSALHYDRA AND SEASON THREE.

first in line: season three. the mall monster was made up of melted down people.... and rats. if the people and rats could turn into a monster, then I have no doubt that other monsters themselves can. but. could this abomination of other melted monsters be the thessalhydra????

NEEEXT!!!: the thessalhydra. if you are in any way acquainted with dnd, you know the thessalhydra. if you aren't its okay! that was the monster the gang was fighting in wills painting. in season four, when robin, Steve, Eddie, and Nancy were walking through the woods in the upside down, there was another earthquake. during that earthquake, in the subtitles, it said something along the lines of "creature bellows in distance". I don't thing any of the monsters we've already been acquainted with 'bellow'. could this be the second big bad of s5 and the "creature with a gaping mouth' (possibly melted down monsters????) Nancy saw in her visions? probably.

CUATRO: ELEVEN GETS VECNA'D

hold on don't freak out!! its just a theory. but I do have some solid goddamn evidence so maybe you should freak out just a little bit.

around the middle of edr, lily finds Bridget eating glass to "kill the buggies in her tummy" creepy ass bitch. but before that, she is appalled to find that blood is literally POURING out of her nose. I really don't think I should have to explain that one. that's not all though. seconds after, she finds blood running out of her eyes too. Vecna kills him victims by sucking there eyes into their heads. when this happens, blood runs out their eyes too. so, class, lets put together these puzzle pieces regarding eleven.

nosebleed (el) + blood running out eyes = eleven gets vecnad.

but maybe she'll be ok. before we figured out one was Vecna, he tried to Vecna eleven when she was young. but she did get out of it by exploding him into the upside down.

uhm. yeah im sorry for that last one. if you read this before watching edr, I did warn you, back off. ANYWAY. yeah that's all I got. tell me what you think!

[sweet-little-dude]

random but btw i love your profile picture <3 okay anyways kakucho fics. i realised that i actually have THREE kakucho centric wips, not just two, which is a pleasant surprise but the third one only consists of a broad idea and one single sentence yet so sadly it doesn’t change much lmao.

warnings: as always angst 👍 also trauma mention plus suicidal thoughts and also talk of guns in the 1st one. also all three screenshots are different fics and only the 1st one has a title yet, which is ‘i’ve lost your war’ which are song lyrics i stole from pentatonix. also the plot of the 1st fic is that kakucho is uhm. a little depressed and traumatised after izana’s death, and while he seems fine on the outside and actually tries his best to heal he’s not okay at all and the healing doesn’t really work. give this man some therapy thank you. plot of the 2nd one is in the screenshot. 3rd screenshot is random bits and ideas for a kakucho/mikey fic in the bonten timeline in which they project izana respectively draken onto each other. first paragraph is sanzu pov but i think i wanna scrap that. tho ngl i quite like the last sentence in the screenshot. yk the one about them looking at each other they way only used to look at the person they love- i originally went for angst for that fic too but who knows maybe their unhealthy coping mechanism actually turns healthy and i am not cruel for once.

i’m sorry this is already long help take your time to answer if you need it BUT i also have some kisaki’s mother fic bits. i called her hideko in the fic which is a name somebody on ao3 came up with for her and i’m still waiting for them to tell me if i can publish my fic with her name being hideko or not bc it was their idea (i’m obviously crediting them) buut yeah. they’re the author of ‘the diary of a boy who will never be missed’ forgot their @ rn- anyways screenshots for you. include the beginning of the fic and some of my fav bits. have fun with the non-linear narrative (which is also how the fic is written btw i am a huge fan of non-linear narratives tbh) and even less context than the fic provides. also yes hideko’s a little fucked up blame it on her trauma and all the abuse she’s endured throughout her life

ty ty mizo mid means the world to me <33 THREE??? why i am really getting fed today thank u v much :P

firstly the title of wow like seriously thatz a really well thought of name, good job elys :DDD but yES please give this poor man some therapy for like everything hez been through like im begging for real

it may be short but that summary plus the one liner just made me brain explode/pos like oh my GOD i rlly wanna see that one seriously ehebehhe

I LIKE THIS ONE idk i kinda like sanzu's opening pov of it but like whatever you think is best of course. HMMMMMM THIS ONEEEEEEEEE i think its really interesting how you think mikey's projecting draken onto kakucho and youre seriously right so the whole basis of this fic is fascinating so im super excited to see how it goes

(hideko fic) oh its all good!! i'm not really picky with how stories are written but then again sometimes it just kinda slips my mind lol. but yeah uh i wanna give her a big hug rn. like bro. the poor thing. and i'm guessing she wouldn't be the type to run away cuz of her son ? god thatz a massive :( on my end. (pls show me more once you've finished it / published it)

[camilomyshiningstar]

A fic where Camilo finds the readers sketch book

And the sketch book is filled with drawings of him

And then the last drawing was him and the reader hugging with small hearts around with an arrow pointing to camilo that goes "→ my beloved :]]"

And his reaction cause he never knew the reader felt this way

And reader just looks at him near the behind like 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️💃🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

☀ - .〚 dumb little sketches 〛 . - ☀

➸ Camilo Madrigal, puppy love, artist reader, soft camilo, flirt tactics thrown out the window, first kiss, they are two idiots in love

a/n: this request was so so so fun!!! One of my favorites so far! >_< Thank you and I hope you enjoy it :)

Maybe letting Camilo inside your room had been a mistake after all

The realization dawns upon you like a bucket of cold water when you leave the room to get some snacks just to come back to see your sketchbook in Camilo’s hands, a hurricane of emotions hit you at the same time as you are fairly certain half the sketchbooks are filled with several different sketches of the colombian boy

He looks up at you, wide eyed, with a sketch of the exact same face he was wearing just twenty minutes ago with a brilliant look in his eyes, the sketch also smiles at you but this time it feels taunting as you notice the small hearts surrounding the drawing itself, your face goes even redder at it

“That’s me” Camilo points out bluntly

“Yep, that's you” you reply in a squeaky, cracked voice

He gives you a too sweet smile for it to be real before running his fingers through the sketch, the tip of his pointer tracing over the lines and his eyes flick over the page, as if he were scanning for something

His eyes lay upon the small scribble at the end of the page before his cheeks light up in bright red “You titled this drawing of me as… ‘my beloved’”

He looks up from the sketchbook with his shockingly brown eyes, the bucket of water has been replaced by a bucket of gasoline and the look on Camilo’s face is the match that puts you on fire

“Uhm… I… I was half asleep to be honest” you stutter, wringing your hands behind your back, trying your hardest to avoid looking at him even as you feel your cheeks heat up further and your heart beat faster “I don’t even remember writing it”

“… So, it’s not like you meant it or anything?” Camilo asks, biting down on his lower lip and maybe if you weren't so embarrassed you would have noticed the way he faltered

“No! No, of course not!” you nearly shriek, the heat coming from your face could warm up the entire house “I… sorry this is probably so weird im-”

Camilo grabs your hand and you freeze, your voice caught in your throat as he looks at you, his eyes wider than they have ever been, his lips parted and you feel your heart nearly explode at the action “It's not weird Y/N” he says “Its quite cute actually, makes my stomach feel all weird” he pauses picking up the sketchbook once more “…I'm kind of sad to hear i'm not your beloved though” he clears his throat once more, the blush creeping from the back of his neck towards his face not going unnoticed “… What if uhm, if i said that i, um, that i kinda want to try being your… your beloved? I mean, like, maybe be your boyfriend?”

Camilo offers the sketchbook to you and you take it, your fingers brush against his as you take it, the feel of his skin touching yours almost sending a jolt of electricity through your entire body

“I’d yeah, yes i would love that” you blur out, your grin so wide that it hurts but it suddenly doesn’t matter when you feel him pull you by the waist in for a kiss that feels like it was made out of sparks of lightning and fireworks

The two of you share one long look before kissing again, both of you smiling into the kiss, the flames inside your stomach have intensified into a wildfire

Camilo never gives you back that sketchbook

[heedeungiiee]

𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙍𝙤𝙤𝙢 - - - 𝙒𝙤𝙤𝙎𝙖𝙣

* i am not sexualizing the characters in any shape or form; this is just pure entertainment for readers.

* i don't take ATEEZ ships very seriously; as stated above earlier, this is just entertainment for the readers.

"Fuck, I can't hold it any longer." Wooyoung was sprinting out of the hallway after his Chemistry class had been dismiss. The professor in his class was so strict that he could not ask him if he could go use the comfort room real quick. He was holding his pee for two hours now and at this point his bladder would explode if he won't take a leak.

Once he reached the comfort room, he did not bother closing the door of the cubicle he first saw. He unbuckled his belt and unzip his zipper before unleasing his discomfort.

"Ah~ that's so refreshing!" Wooyoung moaned out loud after releasing all those liquid.

He got surprised when a person pushed him back in the stall when he was about to leave. The person even had the audacity to wrap his arms around Wooyoung's waist just so Woo would not escape. "Uhm. Dude, what the fuck? As you can see the stall is occupied," Wooyoung raised an eyebrow and was about to punch the guy.

"Bro, let go of me right now while I am being nice," Wooyoung raised his voice when the guy did not let go of Wooyoung. Wooyoung tried pushing the guy on the shoulder but he can't, he was too strong. Wooyoung started kicking the guy on the ankle lightly since he has some conscience and patience for the guy.

"Aww Woo. That hurts," the guy lets go of Wooyoung and raised his head so that Wooyoung could see his face.

"Cannot you recognize me, Woo?" The guy asked.

"San?" Wooyoung asked with his eyebrows furrowed. "Why the fuck did you do that?!" He raised his voice.

"Well, maybe because I wanted to surprise my boyfriend but he did not recognize me at all even though we dated for eight months now," San scoffed and rolled his eyes to Wooyoung.

"Geez, I was out of my mind lately. I haven't gotten enough sleep and I was holding for a long time," Wooyoung eyed him apologetically. "Sorry, darling." He caressed the boy's face.

Wooyoung and San have been dating for almost eight months now. They keep it a secret in their school since the two did not come out yet, so they act like as if they are just buddies around their friend group.

"Why did you follow me?"

"Simple, I want you now," San eyed him seductively and looked down at Wooyoung's covered manhood.

"My darling is getting risky today," Wooyoung smirked. He always imagined in his wildest dream that they will have sex or just even oral sex in public one day. He knows that San is a reserved person and tends to shy away easily so he doesn't want San to know his dirty thoughts. Now his dream is about to come true. He does not know why San was being so extra needy all of a sudden. He is the type of person willing to wait to get fucked in private rather in a public place. He can feel his pants getting tighter and tighter.

"Well, I do not know," San shrugged his shoulders. "I just feel that I need to suck you off today," San gabe Wooyoung puppy eyes.

Without any response, Wooyoung crashed his lips into San's. Ravishing and tasting every corner of his mouth. San was exploring Wooyoung's body and settled one his hands onto his dick. Lightly petting it.

"Fuck it, San." Wooyoung moaned under his breath. Wooyoung went down to the boy's neck and starsted sucking it until he found his swert spot whuch is just behing his ear.

Wooyoung cannot wait any longer. He needs his dick to get its daily treatment. Wooyoung grabbed San by the shoulder and pushed him down.

San kneeled and look at Woo innoccently. "Suck. My. Dick. Now." Wooyoung demanded, emphasising every word he says.

San obliged. He unbuckled the belt and pulled his jeans and boxers down, unleashing the thick and long beast of Wooyoung.

San started to play with it using his hands while looking at Wooyoung innocently. This thing drove Wooyoung insane.

"Fuck it darling. Now suck it please," Wooyoung begged.

San started giving Wooyoung's tip kitten licks and threw his head back because of the sensation. He grabbed San's hair and pushed him a little deeper to make this more pleasurable.

San senses what Wooyoung wanted so he sucked half of Wooyoung's pet, choking him in the process. He was bobbing his real fast and Wooyoung could not help but moan and whimper. San played with the boy's balls, making him moan even louder. Good thing no one was still entering the comfort room.

San then removed his mouth from Woo's dick and went on and suck Wooyoung's balls, his hand started going up and down on Wooyoung's length.

"Ah~ Choi, you're doing great my love," Wooyoung moaned. He was sweating at this point because of the pleasure that he was feeling and the heat that his body is teleasing.

San returned back to sucking Wooyoung's dick and this time his suck the whole thing, which made Woo let out a growl moan.

"Make me cum, Choi because I will rail you in my condo when you don't," Wooyoung managed to say in between his moans.

San's pace became faster and faster. He have an important project tomorrow for his Botany class and he still wants to walk. So for his sake he needs make his boyfriend cum.

"Fuck! San I am cumming," with that, Wooyoung started releasing his milky contents inside Wooyoung's mouth. Some of it dripped down to the tiled floor because Wooyoung can come a river when he is excited.

San stood up and Woo wiped the boy's mouth before giving him a brief kiss on the lips.

"Let's go now, Choi. I need to ravish the living shit out of you in my condo right now. I won't let you walk for a month."

[yatsugareboyf]

Poe x female reader

Confession and dating headcannons plz

sorry this took a while heres loml poe

confession and dating hcs with edgar allan poe

yknow that trope where

he writes a bunch of love letters but he doesnt end up sending them?

yeah thats him . thats poe w you

like all his letters would range from short poems to full on essays and even debated on writing a novel where he can guide you

but he just trashes all the ideas bcs he thinks you wouldn't like it :((

but he asks ranpo for help and ranpo is like, "bitch u better send her one rn or else she'll find all of them and u wouldn't want that"

so he puts himself together and makes this moderately long letter (he still thinks its not enough for someone like you)

and asks ranpo to leave it at ur desk when u get to work (assuming u work for the ada)

no bcs when he says its not enough hes lying

that letter had you SOBBING

like atsushi thought u got a death threat or smthn 😭

u had to step out of the office to collect urself and ranpo is just laughing his ass off

ofc u were so touched so u had to send a letter back to poe

(ranpo does not like where this is going)

so there was this time where u and poe were just sending letters to each other via ranpo

one day he had enough and instead of bringing your letter to poe he literally dragged you to poe

so now u and poe are sitting across each other, awkwardly looking anywhere but each other despite shamelessly flirting in letters

when poe was abt to speak, karl beat him to it and started circling around you and sniffing you

u were abt to PANIC like THIS IS KARL

but then he jumps up to your head and lays down there 

which causes u and poe to laugh a bit

“excuse my karl, y/n, i think hes very fond of you”

“well i hope hes not the only one whos fond of me”

so now u two just talk and flirt for a bit and u didnt notice the time

"oh, poe-kun, its getting a bit late. we should do this another time?"

"definitely! uhm, how can i contact you?"

so yeah u exchanged numbers

he definitely jumped around w joy for a bit

so u guys went on more and more dates and u got to know each other more and

fr ranpo is the best thing that happened to the 2 of u bcs if he didnt step in yall would just stay labeless forever

"so what are you two supposed to be?" - ranpo, who let himself join ur bakery date

"what do u mean ranpo-san?" - u, who is currently sharing your already tiny seat w ranpo

"like, r yall dating or?"

"d-dating? i mean-" - poe, who's going insane

"yeah? are we not...?" - u, who's being smothered by ranpo's crumbs

"oh... i guess we are" - poe, whos exploding on the inside

ok skipping the awkward parts yall r actually chill

its more of a shared silences and small talk kind of relationship

u dont have to say much for poe to understand and vice versa and you're both content with that

some may not believe y'all when u say yall r a couple bcs both of u arent rlly that affectionate (physically)

which initially got to poe's head

so he tried to like, awkwardly put his arm around u in public or kiss your forehead

u like the affection but u know poe isnt rlly into pda or a lot of physical affection anyway so u told him that he should express his love in his own way rather than what appeals to others

and ofc, his way is through writing!

honestly i love handwritten letters notes and even poems and he'd deliver that always

probably even makes those "open this letter when ure sad" type of gifts?

yeah. Yeah

for poe, he likes to have quality time with you

and even if earlier i said he doesn't rlly like physical affection, he does appreciate it every once in a while

cuddles and being in each other's arms isnt that often, but often enough that u dont rlly get deprived of it

poe enjoys baking with you (even if ranpo literally comes out of nowhere to eat them)

omg yall probably r plant parents

like tending to plants in his enormous garden

I FORGOT POE IS RICH THIS MF IS GONNA SPOIL U subtly

like u spare one long glance at a necklace book its on ur desk w a pretty note

u smiled at a cute piece of furniture? bam its in ur room w a cute letter

u wanted to get new cosmetics? tada hes taking u shopping and slips a little paper in the bag

hes a very observant lover and he knows when u want/need something most of the time

aaaa i love him actually