#[the man has no chill of course he's a cancer]

[icarusredwings]

What's going on at the X Men Annual Cook out as non black native american. Anyone is allowed to join in with their two cents. Adorablness at the end. <3

SCOTTY MY BROTHA IN CHRIST CHILL

Firstly, Domino wasn't even invited. She was just lucky enough to show up because the universe told her too and just so happened to be delighted to see the nonsense unfolding.

Secondly, let's get one thing straight. Wade is over here, busting it down to Mary Jane Girls and The Emotions, singing word for word.

You really are going to look at this man and tell me he ISN'T folding the second a black mama tells him to settle his ass down? He's sat and silent, ma'am. He's probably gonna say something so stupid and get slapped with a slipper, but you know what? Maybe he'd behave.

Perhaps that's why Ororo can sit him so quickly with a simple word and eyebrow raise. Speaking of which, she's watching Logan very closely on that grill. Them burgers be lookin a little dry Lo... He wouldn't stop complaining until she let him help. And even so, this help is very much supervised. If anything he's bickering that theyre fine and she's very tempted to switch him out with Remy.

Who was, of course, trying to show off to Rouge with his dancing but rouge is too busy comforting Kurt whos currently sat next to the picnic table on the ground crying and lowkey getting possesive over his plate.

"No little german boy! Don't eat those Louisiana baby back ribs, REAL tater salad and collard greens!"

"Oh mein gott.. dis is so gud!" *cries*

Hank is playing corn hole with Morph, who lowkey is about to get slapped because he keeps doing Micheal Jackson impressions. He also keeps cheating at the game 🤨

Just as Rouges turning her freak on. Logan's kicked off the grill and told to go handle the weird dance battle that Wade has started.

"D'Awww but!- but!? Ugh!!" So now here he is, poutily standing at the grill, watching how gently Piotr is holding Kittys hand and is twirling her with a big smile on his face.

Somehow, Out of no where, A cirlce has formed and now all Yukio, Wade, and Rouge is chanting "Go white boy, go white boy, go!"

As Scott is proving just how loose he can get, testing just how streachy these slacks are.

Jeans giggling up a storm, a hand over her mouth as she pushes him away and tells him theres kids near by. Logan is deadpanned, a little disgusted but also impressed. Like who is this man?? Where was the principal?

And there was Jubilee, filming the whole thing for their socials, captioning it "Professor cool" and "We like to have fun here at XUniversity 🕺!"

Nathan has his face in his hands, Bright red, so embarrassed that he's thinking about leaving early.

"DAAAYYMM Your dad is TURNT!"

Both Nathan and Logan blink, staring at him as he runs off.

"...Do you.."

"Nope.."

Neither of them have any clue what's going on, but god Wade is so cute when well socialized and properly exercised.

Somewhere over in a tree, There's two boys sitting on a branch eating various kinds of food, both their hands sticky sith sauce.

"Do they always do this?"

"Nope. Pietro." He puts his hand out.

Putting a napkin around his hand, He takes it with a smirk. "Miles."

"....Wait a second. Do you even go here?"

"Nope. Gonna snitch?"

"...Gimme your sweet potatoes and we'll call it even."

"That's a hard bargain. I like that. Deal."

The boys sit in silence as they exchange food, Watching a scrawny cancer patient trying to force a two left footed lumberjack to dance with him but he's so embaressed that his ears are red and tripping over his own feet.

"W-wade I'm not-"

Soon enough it turns into more of a Waltz. The same Waltz they did at their reception in this very yard.

[geminialchemist]

I made this originally as a comment on a post on Reddit, but it seemed well liked, so I thought I’d expand on it a little and make it a post here on Tumblr.

Spoilers for Shadow of the Erdtree abound, don’t read any farther if you don’t want the ending spoiled.

I really loved a lot of the lore about Miquella up until the big reveal that he Miquellested Mohg, and was bringing back Radahn as his consort. I remember finding the crosses across the land, and then finding the one in the fissure, and seeing that he abandoned his love there, and man, that was so good, so chilling to see that Miquella, known for his compassion and kindness, had thrown that away. We were going from cross to cross, learning just how much he was willing to mutilate and change himself for godhood… only for him to cling to a childhood crush he had on his older brother. That’s lame. Like, really lame. And gross!

And Mohg. I know we joke about how he beat the allegations, but remember that he needed to wed an Empyrean for his plans to work out with the Formless Mother. These plans he already had in place before Miquella charmed him, since Sir Ansbach was already a Pureblood Knight working under Mohg before Mohg was charmed, meaning Mohg had already established the foundations of his dynasty. That means Mohg was going to go after either Miquella or Malenia, since they were the only Empyreans left, and tell me, which one sounds like the easier target, the small child, or the undefeated champion? Miquella was always going to be taken by Mohg, the retcon just exists to make Miquella look more morally questionable while stripping Mohg of a bit of his agency and villainous identity. The entire Mohg portion feels like a rewrite when the entire reason he was charmed by Miquella is because he had some unspecified way into the Shadow Lands, and it’s never really talked about ever again. Mohg’s entire purpose in this plan comes off as an afterthought, with no specifications as to why he was needed, other than a vague “he was needed.” Even the use of his body to resurrect Radahn is unexplained as far as I know, though I headcanon that it’s due to Radahn’s body being too rotted after the centuries of Scarlet Rot infecting it, and they needed a demigod’s body, so Mohg was the only one to use available, but it would have been nice if that had been explained.

Godwyn would have been better as a final boss, and it didn’t even need to be actually Godwyn to work, since I know some people don’t think that would work from a lore perspective since his souls is gone, and his full return would wreck the Duskborn ending. Of course, “gone” is weird way to put it, since his soul isn’t destroyed, it’s in whatever afterlife exists in Elden Ring and just not being reincarnated like everyone else who dies after the rune of Death was removed, so Miquella could maybe work a way to get him back. The DLC is in the Shadow Lands, where all things that die pass through, after all. Get rid of Mohg being brainwashed, but keep his body being used so that Sir Ansbach, one of the best NPCs, still has a quest to follow in putting Mohg’s body to a proper rest. It also makes sense, Godwyn’s body is really messed up, bloated, and multiplying all over the Lands Between like a cancer, and can’t be used for ressurection.

Still, I think a failed Godwyn would be better. Maybe we skip the whole Promised Consort part, and just have it be the first act of Godhood Miquella does, because ew, am I tired of the incest surrounding Miqella’s character. Godwyn The Golden starts the fight off back in his prime, doing loads of attacks infused with Holy damage, coming off as the perfect and powerful Demi-god he’s always stated as being in the lore. Then he starts falling apart at phase 2, his phase 1 attacks being switched to being ghostflame infused rather than holy, Miquella now on his back and any new attacks added to phase 2 take on the holy affinity due to his presence. Then phase 3 hits, no holy infinity at all, all attacks do ghostflame or deathblight buildup. Deathblight is already so underused, so it would be great here. Godwyn is falling apart faster the more we fight, and Miquella, holding on, is getting hurt by the ghostflame and deathblight while desperately trying to keep his beloved brother together.

Have the fight set during an eclipse, too, sorta like the final boss of Dark Souls 3, the Soul of Cinder. Really tie it into the lore of Miquella trying to bring Godwyn back, like we find out at Castle Sol, where he had hoped to use an eclispe. I’d even say to make the light from behind the eclipse change color as the fight rages on, starting off bright and holy, and change it to the horrid dark grey and sickly yellow that deathblight has by the third phase, so rather than the arena getting brighter than a flash bang like it is in canon, have it get darker and gloomier. And of course, after the fight, the eclipse has faded entirely.

Instead of a cutscene that is nothing but information we already know(Seriously, what was even the point of the cutscene we got? It gave us not a single piece of new information), Miquella is lying on the floor, mostly dead, much like Morgott after we beat him in Leyndell. He isn’t dying because of us(honestly, I don’t even know why he died in the DLC, he’s so high up on Radahn’s back we never really get a chance to hit him directly, but he dies when Radahn does for whatever reason), instead he’s dying from clinging so tightly to Godwyn and trying to hold him together, burned by ghostflame and deathblight. He laments that even as a god, he wasn’t able to fix anything. Not his sister, not his brother, not the Haligtree, none of his plans ever work. No matter the sacrifices, personal or otherwise. He’s a failure in every way, and the knowledge breaks him as he sobs and dies.

However, if you visited every cross before the boss fight, you can absorb the essence of Miquella’s discarded body, and if you beat him then, you’ll get the option to return his discarded flesh and emotions after the fight. Doing so heals him, and gives him back everything he discarded, like his love, his fears and doubts. He fades away into light particles, and if you sit at the grace in the arena, he’ll appear like Melina does, sitting across from you and with a healed character model. This gets a few bits more dialogue, some exposition, yadda yadda. He’s a god without a consort, you’re a lord without a throne. He’s unsure, and not confident it will work, but maybe if you work together, something good can come of this tragedy? Giving up now would just be spiting in the faces of everyone he’s hurt. You’re strong enough to stop him if he loses his way again. (I think the reason he chose Radahn in canon was because of his strength and kindness? He trusted Radahn to do what was right after he threw away his love and compassion, entrusting Radahn to lead him down the right path when he lacked those things, and to be strong enough to resist his charm. That’s again entirely headcanon due to our lack of knowledge about their vow, but I’m adding it here because this is MY fanfiction and I can do whatever I like!)

(This part is more of a personal bit I’d have liked added because I find it amusing, rather than because I think it would make it better. Remember when you go through all that trouble to find Fia, and she asks if you’ve come all this way to kill her, and you can just say “No, I want to be held,” and it’s the funniest chunk of text you get in game? I really wanted something like that with Miquella. He wants to know why you came all this way, entered the Shadow Lands, a sealed off region of the world where only death awaits, where you fought against insurmountable odds, all to get to Miquella, presumably to stop him, only to heal him at the last moment, in which you can straight up tell him to his face you want to be his consort, and he’s just as confused and amused as Fia was. He knows you aren’t under his charm, but still he questions if it’s possible you are if you went this far just for that.)

This unlocks a new ending for the base game, the Age of Compassion. You summon Miquella like you would Ranni after beating Elden Beast, and together you usher in a kinder world, this time without the brainwashing. Or maybe with the brainwashing. Or perhaps it’s vague about the brainwashing, and if this is a good or bad ending in classic Fromsoft fashion. I’d prefer no brainwashing, and Miquella still unsure if things will work out, with it ending ambiguous if the Age of Compassion lasts, or fumbles and falls to a world blind to it. All you and Miquella can do is hope it will be better.

That might be a lot to ask, but look, it’s the only way I’ll ever get to live out my fantasy of being fought over by a cold, goth witch gf and a soft femboy twink with hair longer than I am tall, okay?

[nashscribblings]

Christmas Space Heater

I swear to god, I have an actual Christmas story this morning.

It's like the Christmas Shoes except it doesn't involve god showing someone the true meaning of Christmas by giving a kid's mom cancer.

Are we seated comfortably?

So as some of you have been following along, Sarah and I are taking care of some stray kitties that showed up on our doorstep. One, then two, then three, then three and a half (he's an orange one and the other three don't seem to like him much). Friendly cats, but strays.

We can't bring them inside with us because we already have two indoor cats, and these are definitely outdoor cats: ear tipped, chipped by the shelter, all of that. Community cats, they're called. So we've been feeding them and being friendly with them, making sure they're okay.

But this week we have these temperatures that are harsh for the season where we are. It's 18F/-7C right now, which isn't bad for lots of you but we're not used to it here in Charleston. It's been down to 10F/-12C with the wind chill at night.

So they need shelter.

We have a screened in porch that we've covered in plastic for the winter, so we decided we'd just bring in the outdoor cats for the worst of it. I set them up with food, water, litter, some cheap heat-reflective beds I got ($11 each, nice deal) and a space heater.

The space heater is a problem, though. It just isn't powerful enough. Plus there's some gaps and drafts I need to deal with using some weatherstripping and such. So I ventured out this Christmas Eve morning to get a (sigh) much more pricey unit. Was looking at $100 USD or more.

We're doing okay, but I've got taxes coming up, groceries are more expensive, I have doctor's bills (and another ultrasound soon, yay) so we're watching out money the best we can overall. But on the other hand, can't just let the cats freeze. They need their comfy room.

Went off to Wally-world and it's Dec 24th so nobody wants to be there, not the shoppers, not the employees, nobody. And it's also 7am so everyone's tired and miserable. Made my way over to the space heaters and as I was looking them over this nice older lady came down the aisle.

Now, two things: one, I do not like talking to strangers. Ever. I feel awkward and weird and I generally don't like people. Two: I'm not a space heater expert unless you count computers that use way too much electricity, and that did not apply.

But she seemed like a nice lady.

So I tried to go over what I know, infrared is fast but not efficient, ceramic is safer but not as powerful, oil radiators are efficient and good but really slow to get going, etc. Must have spent ten minutes or so asking her how big her room is, what she needed it for, etc.

We're really not built for the cold in Charleston, in most cases quite literally. Almost every house has some form of air conditioning but usually heating a place isn't a priority. Last Christmas it was something like 60F/15C. So lots of us aren't well versed in heating.

After a bit she turned around and asked me what I was getting, and I explained to her about the cats and looking after them and then she asked for pictures and she was all "awwww" and then she was talking about her kitties.

Her name is Anna and she had two (and of course she has pictures), but her senior kitty Misty passed just before Thanksgiving so we talked about that a little. Finally she decided on an oil radiator (we have those for inside and I told her they worked well for long periods).

So I figured she was about to get on her way and I was about to get back to getting mine, but then she says "And I'm getting whichever one you're getting."

"Well, you don't really need two of them."

"No, young man, I'm getting yours for you."

(And I gotta say, getting called "young man" was a Christmas present all by itself.)

I tried to talk her out of it of course, because that's just weird and we could handle it but she wouldn't hear of it. Like, she was really insistent because it was for the cats. I did manage to keep her from buying the weatherstripping stuff for me, at least.

But yeah, she got us a pretty beefy little ceramic heater that'll hopefully shore up the porch for the rest of this cold snap (which is looking like the better part of a week).

As we were checking out I was sure to tell her that Sarah works at the animal shelter and if she was looking for another cat to come by on the weekend and ask for her and all that. She said she would.

And then it was "Merry Christmas" and we were on our way.

Not a real big twist or surprise here at the end, sorry. But yeah, that happened. It's not a huge deal but it helps us some. So happy holidays and all that. Hope you enjoyed that.

[stonecrusherdrawsthearts]

World of Heroes R - X-Force

Ohaiyo, Dudes, Dudettes, and Genders that don't identify with Dude! The name's Deadpool, and this is X-Force. We're a group of highly trained mercenaries dedicated to getting the job done by any means necessary. Don't be surprised if the situation gets crazy, because that's where we get shit done!

MEMBERS

Deadpool - The team leader and the Merc with the Mouth! I used to be just another troublemaker on the street until I got my cancer diagnosis, and my dear old brother Slade (or are we calling him Deathstroke here) chipped in to give me an experimental treatment. The treatment didn't just make it so I could survive the cancer or whatever else life threw my way (mostly knives and guns) but it opened my mind to the secrets of the universe. And I'll admit, I got a little... nutty as a result. But hey, these guys trust me enough!

Domino - One of the first to join X-Force, a girl with a bit of vitilago going on that is extremely lucky. While I personally don't believe in luck as a superpower or even a concept, she does have a habit of surviving the odds with barely a scratch, and things do tend to work out her way. So maybe... yeah, no, Luck's a myth made by society to cope with the fact that sometimes you screw up.

Wolverine - Okay, I can explain. This guy ISN'T the same Wolverine that works with the X-Men, but rather a transdimensional duplicate brought here from a universe where the missions of the X-Men didn't have quite the positive impact they did here. He's been through some shit as a result, but the fact that he's here means he has a chance to remake a name for himself. Of course there is the complication that there are now two Wolverines running around, but hey. At least this one doesn't have to worry about taxes.

Shatterstar - Another of the first to join X-Force, Shatterstar claims to have come from an alien world and was one of its greatest warriors. Personally, I think this guy heard about the Kryptonians or Tamaraneans and decided to ape their choices to stand out. No judgement, just... what kind of a name is "Mojoworld"?

Colossus - Technically an X-Man I had regular encounters with, Colossus and I have become friends through the classic method of "we fight each other enough that we just kinda stumbled into a casual relationship." Sure, you look at the guy, you see a big hulking mass of metal in the shape of a man, and think "Oh, this guy must be brutal." And he is, but he often tries to excuse his own shortcomings by going on about what makes people heroes.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead - The one X-Man I can say is cooler than Wolverine on name brand alone. Sure, it's attached to a college student who never quite grew out of her emo punk-rock phase, but her energy manipulation powers make it fit like nobody's business. Y'gotta respect a girl who fits her brand no matter how little she respects you back.

Yukio - Negasonic's girlfriend, electrokinetic extraordinaire, and all-around sweetheart. I think she's probably the most chill person I have ever met, always facing everything, even my bullshit, with a smile on her face and a pep in her step. She's the kind of girl I know I'll always appreciate on my side, even if she dresses like a substitute soul reaper on the mission. Wolverine's a little more cautious of her for some reason, but I don't wanna pry.

[lilystargazerwhite]

I’ve mentioned him so many times but here he finally is lol!

Name: Chiharuo Yoritomo (頼朝 千春お, real name Prìomhadail) his Japanese name, while meaning “Thousand years of spring” can also be a homophonic sound to “父” or father, playing on his role as a father of spring.

Species: currently Aos sí (irish oak turned spriggan then ascended to Greater winged fairy Aos sí)

Ability: to control growth (成長を制御する程度の能力)

Age: between 45,000-5,000 years old. This mf was chilling with cave men. Physical form is around 60.

Chiharuo is the god of spring, childhood and fertility, residing in a long forgotten and overgrown shrine deep in nameless hill. He’s spent his years in gensokyo attempting to rescue children left there, but is not always successful. He’s a sweet old man, having his own sort of orphanage at the shrine. Most of his children are fae, but rarely he will taken in a human or yokai child.

Did I make Lily a whole family cause I love her so much? Yes, and here’s her dad. I like to think she gets so excited for spring because it means he will come out of hibernation.

Chiharuo’s born race I guess you could say would he that of a Cro-magon (early European, dating around 50,000+ years ago), which are no longer around obviously. If he had a default true form, it would look like a caveman made out of wood.

His current incarnation form is a male Asian, but in the past have ranged in race and gender. Here are some alt looks for him

His wings are based on the Lunar moth. They are often under his kimono.

His eyes are always closed.

Excerpt from my fae document (that tumblr won’t let me fucking paste:

Theme: 優しい春の父~ first utterance (gentle spring father) this one isn’t entirely done yet but this is what I have.

He has a list of spell cards I’m overjoyed to share

Chiharuo spell cards:

Curious case, mr.button (reverse growth, makes things smaller or younger or whatever) name: the curious case of Benjamin button

A hundred seconds till midnight ( growth, makes things bigger or older) name: the doomsday clock

And the tree was happy ( grows a giant tree that has bullets as petals which fall quickly before it reverts back into a seed ) name: the giving tree

The maiden and the selkie ( summons fae to fight for him for a bit, mainly lesser winged fairies) name: from Heather dale love herrr

The much talked of Metamorphosis ( takes moth form, which the eyes on his wings stare intensely refracting light through them) name: a fucking rob zombie song.

Appalachian fiction dreaming ( causes cell overgrowth, like a cancer. Can be very pretty but deadly of course, heavily based on the growth from the movie Annihilation ) name: Appalachian mountains and 2 things I’ve heard people say before .

Flowers never bend with the rainfall (opens his eyes ) name: Simon and Garfunkel

Anyway that’s him. He’s my beloved. I have many other drawings of him so here’s that

[kaijuno]

A very dear friend of mine has cancer. I don’t want to make you any more anxious or scared, I just want to send a story so you know you’re not alone.

In short, his answer (I suppose) in keeping some grain of sanity is letting go of every goal you’ve had and every insecurity you’ve had for those goals.

For example, he’s always wanted to try a long zip line but was waiting for the right weather. When he processed the words from hospital staff, he came to my house, used my phone and booked a weekend away so he, myself and a few friends could all go zip lining. Only after he did that, he told me the news. We cried and cried and cried.

Of course it’s easier said than done just to stop worrying about it but his logic is that “I’m going to die some day, I’m not immortal, I’m booking these fucking things before I feel I’m sick. Work can fuck off.” That man is now 5 months off chemo treatment and has that same mindset.

I know it’s not a ‘size fits all’ situation, but I thought talking about Stephen might help. He’s going for some archery lessons next week.

[continued from additional messages]

Actually I want to talk about Stephen more.

When he told me he had cancer, we cried for hours and hours. We confessed things that won’t ever be whispered to another soul and kept promises well into the night.

Now we take turns in booking experiences for him in the friend and family circles. We’ve all got a spare mattress for us and a bed for Stephen incase he feels iffy in the house. He booked the zip line weekend, I booked a table in that county, someone else drove us to the seaside to eat fish and chips in the freezing cold car, another person bought us stand up comedy tickets. He’s booked himself and his partner in for archery lessons next week. I’ve secretly bought him, his partner and his parents tickets to see a west end show and a room for the week at some point in the very near future.

Anyway enough listing. Of course he still gets scared, he’s not immune. We all offer a line incase he needs to talk to us at 3am, the nurses are incredible to him, his workplace is advocating for him to get better sick pay. We all offer a shoulder to cry onto (which has been used many times) without smothering him in false hope and premature grief. He has been off chemo for 5 months but of course he’s scared that it will come back.

Stephen is genuinely incredible and if you ever feel scared about the results of your mammogram, there are lines to call and support groups.

Stephen is a very eccentric and marvellous man. He has tweed waistcoats and a green leather armchair and has a collection of pipes he doesn’t smoke anymore. He’s also very laid back and funny. He cooks incredible curries that will burn the mouth off you. He had a phase of making his own chocolate just to understand how it was made. He has a dog called Frank. Frank is a very old man and he’s got a matching dog cover for him with a hood on it.

He’s the type of man that is a great confidant and is incredibly funny. He plays the banjo and harmonica at the same time just to wind up the neighbours. He’s one of those people that are chilled out, easy to talk to and is just so incredibly silly.

I suspect he has a secret library with original manuscripts from the 12th century or something.

Can you tag everything I’ve said with #stephen ?

[End]

Thank you so much for your messages. His mentality is really the mentality I’m trying to have while I’m in limbo here waiting for results. I’m scared. I might die young. I might lose all my hair and weight and will to fight. I might never get to get married or have kids or own a house.

But that doesn’t matter, it can’t matter anymore because if I spend my time being worried sick, I won’t get to enjoy what time, whether it be months or decades, I have left.

[honoringthehorrific]

Is Late Night with The Devil worth tuning in for?

Don't adjust those sets...spoilers in 5..4..3..2...

First off sorry for not being able to find a gif from the movie! Tumblr gave me a real hard time with that one.

Second off I would like to say I do not support the use of AI art. I think it is abysmal. I watched this movie with my partner after saving up points at our local theater for free tickets. If this still supports the movies we see in some way please let me know and I will be sure to find another way to better watch these movies without supporting their actions...🏴‍☠️🦜 It just may mean you get your reviews a touch later!

Onto the movie. The aesthetics were very enjoyable I could appreciate the ties back to satanic panic and the fascination with the occult. The costuming, the filming of the movie, it all felt right and very few times did I feel my immersion in it break. I feel like maybe there were one or two shots where the actors looked too well made up if that makes sense.

One fun fact my partner pointed out was that you can see the twin towers in the opening shots and the city cut aways because they were built 4 years prior! I really liked that this movie didn't shy away from showing us the towers mostly because I feel like that's something that would have broken the idea we are in the 70s.

While the filming was fitting and awesome the effects were....I would say B tier at points. I think it adds to the charm of course I can always appreciate a homemade effect but it does slightly pull me out of this being something that really happened. Don't get me wrong I know it's not trying to be the next Blair witch "true story" but i feel like there is some level to this that wants the audience to feel that this is real.

My partner notes too that cutting it from a television camera view to the audience view might have helped as well!

Onto the fun stuff, we get hints throughout...sorry no, not hints...we get TOLD throughout the movie that our star of tonight's show, jack delroy, is in a fraternal organization...sorry, i mean cult. He is in the Bohemian Grove cult. We get told there are rumors of this in the opening almost documentary style retelling of Jack's fame and struggles with being as good as Johnny Carson. We'll come back to that.

Tonight is 1977. Halloween night. Sweep week. A night where Jack really needs to scrape in the views. He has no idea that the plans he has this evening will go awry...recently his wife madeline who will be reffered to by her "special nickname" mini has passed away from lung cancer. Tonight's show is also jacks first one back and man is it a doozy. We get to see how he banters with his co-host and honestly kind of berates him. I had this struggle with jack where I wanted to like him but every time I tried I just got these kicks and hints that he was kind of an asshole? But it's show biz, who isn't? His first guest is a medium who intends to commune with the dead. He seems like other shoddy Vegas types until he accurately assess a family who lost their son and brother to suicide. It's later revealed to be a bunch of hooey when the next guest a renowned skeptic chats with the family and realizes they were questioned prior to the show.

The first chilling moment we get that isn't the use of AI art is the medium seemingly becoming possessed by the grieving spirit of mini however no one claims the name and only later does jack reveal he thinks the message was for him.

I'm not gonna foot around it. The use of AI art while not overly used and egregious it's present. Personally it being present feels like an issue. It bugs me and it should bug you. I know many people want to cut it a break for being an indie film but it doesn't take much to put some money towards what was it? 5-6 pieces of art? Yeah some people will have higher rates for working on this but I'm sure they could have found someone to do the art if they felt theirs wasn't up to par. I don't think they're fully evil or anything for it. I don't support AI art but I can understand the other side of the argument. However when you turn a blind eye to one film and it does well it doesn't matter if it's an indie project or not. It makes the big guys think hey we like this. Give the devil an inch and he'll take a mile right?...

That all being said I could ignore the cut aways kind of??...I paid attention for mistakes the first few times before the sight of them just elicited an annoyed eyeroll from me.

As the movie progresses we meet the skeptic. He's offering checks to people who can prove without a doubt that they're the real deal and he says hes not lost a nickel yet. The medium claims he doesn't want the money and when Jack vouches for him and says the last message was meant for him the medium's behavior gets more and more erratic before he finally spews black vomit all over the studio including onto the skeptic.

Little do we know on the way to the hospital our medium turns up dead. This starts to brew panic in the crew and our co-host as our next guests are brought on. June and Lily. Lily was found as a 10 year old by the authorities as the only surviving member of a satanic cult that kind of parodies the satanic church and Anton lavey. Lily is possessed by a demon she calls mr.wriggles. mr.wriggles is an interesting one alright! Wether it's trauma, the demonic possession or my boyfriend's theory- autism. Lily exhibits off behaviors like staring directly into the cameras and seeming very monotone at times. It isn't until Jack pushes for and honestly...kind of corners June on live TV that June and Lily decide to showcase Lily's ability. Man does this demon have something to say.

The demon begins by noting that him and Jack know each other hinting at a tie between the Grove cult again. Before intent focuses again on June. Calling her out for her and jacks relationship and telling her to remember what happened to his last whore. Possession doesn't cease until June slaps the girl. Let me tell you I didn't trust this at all. June goes to undo the straps after some crazy electrical issues and levitation and I just felt uneasy the whole time. That typical feeling while watching these movies of "are you stupid??" Lily in my eyes had a very sinister look to her still that later gets touched on again. We then get the skeptics explanation and recreation with hypnosis. Making our co-host believe his phobia of worms is suddenly real life with them wriggling from his neck stomach and lastly eyeball. Only for us to cut back to reality with his activation phrase and see that none of it was true. They watch the tape back and realize that the whole audience was hypnotized because none of that truly happened on their TV sets. However when watching back what happened with Lily it triggers the girl.

She levitates and glows while her head splits open. She immolates the skeptic when he offers the hefty check in exchange for his life and hangs her guardian/doctor by the necklace meant to keep the demon at bay. And unfortunately our chunky loveable co-host gets his neck snapped when trying to "the power of Christ compels you" the demon away. It isn't until we get this gorgeous dream like sequence after Jack seemingly gets away. Him going through the routine of the show only to try and escape. Him telling us to turn off our sets and stop watching before we get a sequence with the cult and him drinking from a chalice as he meets his wife. She reveals that he sacrificed her health for fame. He didn't know. And this is where I felt sympathetic for him....the entire time he was unaware...he murdered her unintentionally. And so she asks him to murder her in the physical. Take the ritual knife from Lily's old home and finish her off before the cancer can take her....only for him to plunge the knife into her and reveal that the dream was fake. And he has stabbed Lily to death. He stands and we get a heart wrenching scene of him trying to say the skeptics activation phrase to wake up while surrounded by the carnage he somewhat unknowingly caused...

Overall I give this 3 worms out of 5.

The AI made my eyes roll and the effects were corny but the premise and scenery and aesthetics were beautiful. I sort of reccomend it if you can watch it in a non supporting way.

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

Well I am solidifying my guess right back to aneurysm in my wrist.

I thought it was either that or a burst ganglion cyst, but the thing you can see about it, through my skin, is that it is right over the vein where you would take someone's pulse, and it's the same colour as the vein. It clearly looks full of blood from the outside, and you can feel my pulse in it.

Cut to the scan today and she's all upset and haughty that I am even venturing guesses, but you can clearly see its full of fluid... But you can also clearly see that the dark area is attached to the dark line of a vein, and in the digitally coloured version you can see the red of blood flow going into it and spreading into the whole shape.

So I am going with wrist aneurysm or a very very very vascular tumour, right next to what might be a normal ganglion cyst.

Of fucking course I am going to hear back from the specialist and see what the doctor has to say though, instead of just assuming my guess is correct, lady, please relax. Not only licensed doctors have some idea what they are looking at on an ultrasound, relax I am making conversation. Chill.

The bladder ultrasound was miserable as usual. I get my bladder painfully full to bursting WALK THERE and lay down, and then they try to tell me it isn't quite full, when it absolutely is and any more full has resulted in the person doing a bladder exam observing there is a lot of "micro tearing" in my bladder. Like lady, my bladder doesn't get any more full than it is, and if you wanted me to have a bowel movement this morning to purge everything from yesterday, you have to let me have cream in my tea. I do not have bowel movements at all unless my body thinks there is more food on the way, and that doesn't happen from clear fluids, sorry. That's just how my body is. I have to imagine I am not the only one.

And yes, I WAS unable to fully empty my bladder, because that's what happens when I stretch it out that much. It takes me going pee 2 or 3 times with time in between for me to be able to empty it and it hurts horribly the whole time. Guess what? When I am not being forced to have a full bladder for over an hour, it isn't an issue.

So of course they had to do the internal ultrasound. Which I wish they'd just let me opt for from the start, so I could skip all the horrible pain in my bladder first.

And when I told her I was bleeding a little bit every time I have an orgasm and the strings on the iud went missing and that's why I am having the scan her first words were "Was HE checked for blood in his semen?" Like the assumption was I was having sex, unprotected, just after I told her I hadn't in years, that it was with a man, and that I wouldn't be able to tell the difference between bleeding caused by orgasms vs my partner cumming blood.

Lady, idk how to tell you that a partner is not required for an orgasm, least of all a man.

I know the people you are used to dealing with are probably both idiots and straight, but please please please cut me some slack while you are pushing on my full bladder -which will bother me all week now- and telling me I somehow didn't follow your instructions well enough.

Anyway it isn't a solid tissue mass or anything obviously cancerous at least, it looked a little too consistently dark even to be very vascular tissue -no grey to it at all, there was a singular white spot though- and has defined edges, so I think the wrist aneurysm thing is most likely. Which of course the nurse practitioner ordering the scan told me it couldn't possibly be... Then why is it on my vein, full of blood and pulsing with my heart?

Anyway, I need to pee, again, again, again, again...

[sholangagaga]

A fraction of the asks I've seen in my inbox since my admittedly long absence from tumblr (life's been hard, mom has cancer, I've been struggling at work, I've also had a lot of awful personal things happen to me, it's been ROUGH!)

But I did actually get some time to, well, unwind! And right when I plopped my cute little tush onto my bed to get to work on some chapters and art, I saw a funny little notification on my Youtube.

Universal Studios Five Nights at Freddy's Official Teaser

I logged onto tumblr and saw my ask box FILLED and I knew right then and there I had to do a reaction of some sort! So, I did!

Full review (screenshots and thoughts) after the cut!

Already loving the VHS/Analog horror vibes that I'm getting from these commercials. Something about obviously 80's-90's media just scratches the itch! And the uniforms!!! I love the little ties!! and the pins!!! Its so cute!!!!

A SHOWTIME BUTTON??? YOU HIT A FUNNY LITTLE BUTTON AND THAT STARTS THE SHOW AT FREDDYS???? WHAT WHAT WHAT???

THE ROBOTS???? LOOK SO GOOD???? THEY'RE SO CUDDLY AND THEY LOOK RIPPED DIRECTLY FROM THE GAMES??? HOLY SHIT THE BUDGET IS SO GOOD AND THE SET DESIGN AND THE ASDHFDGFBNFSVDM

plus bonnies widdle head tilt!!!!!!

The cut from the VHS to showing the pizzeria in the current time was beautiful. As a film buff who took WAY too many film courses in school, I LOVE beautiful shots and amazing camera work. The cut into this scenic shot made me almost feel nostalgic, like watching a documentary on like Chuck'e Cheese or something

THIS SHOT GAVE ME CHILLS I WOULD NEVER HAVE THE BALLS TO LIFT THE CURTAIN AFTER HOURS AT ANY ANIMATRONIC PLACE LET ALONE FREDDY FAZBEAR'S PIZZERIA! MIKE IS A FUCKING MADMAN

THE OFFICE!!!!!! THE POSTERS!!!!! THE STEEL FAN!!!!! THE MONITORS!!!! THE CAMERA ANGLES THAT MATCH THE GAMES!!! I SAW THIS AND AUDIBLY GASPED! IT FEELS LIKE I BOOTED UP FNAF 1 ALL OVER AGAIN

THIS SCENE ACTUALLY JUMPSCARED ME WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING JUST STANDING THERE, AND THERE WAS NO AUDIO OR ANYTHING TO IMPLY HE MOVED

MIKE TURN AROUND THERES A FUCKING BEAR MIKE PLEASE MIKE!!!!!!!

This part confused me??? Alot??????? Why do the normal animatronics have the saws and shit???? and why did they chain up Mike like he was in a Saw trap and Jigsaw just told him the rules for the game???

Still horrifying though! Thanks Universal and Blumhouse, I hate it!

ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL SHOT THAT GAVE ME CHILLS.

Imagine, you're sitting in your room on your computer. You're playing this horror game that's gotten popular for the very first time, and you're just learning the controls.

You're slamming down doors, checking hallways and cameras, eyes darting to the clock, it's already 5am! You can do this! Just another minute or so and. . .and then. . .the lights go out.

You think, "I was so close!! Do I lose?! I can't do anything!"

As you sit in the darkness and the silence, wondering what you can do now, you hear it. That tune in the music box style that rings in your ears.

Horrified, you whip your mouse to the right; nothing there.

Your cameras don't work, so checking those isn't possible.

You turn to the left and see them; Bright glowing eyes flickering in time with the tune. You gasp and clench your entire body, hoping, praying, that the clock turns and the night ends and you don't have to encounter whatever it is outside the door and then. . .

Silence returns.

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.

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This shot made me feel 8 years younger, like I was experiencing the horror all over again and it was euphoric. You can't get that kind of feel from a Fnaf property anymore and this movie replicated it in a single frame. Totally awestruck!

Ah yes look at all these children that are definitely dead and haunting this poor man for totally not obvious reasons! Man I wonder what they could want! . . .

P....peepaw?!??!?! You're....not a zombie bunny!!!! You look....so good!!!

I had my reservations over Matthew Lilliard in this role but god....he makes William look so friend-shaped. He looks like your grandpa who refuses to retire but always has time for you and takes you out to his job and lets you play with his stapler while he finishes up some paperwork before going home.

I need to see him in action (hehe) but as of right now, I've been sold. You win again Matthew. I am powerless to your acting prowess

ANOTHER FUKCING AMAZING SHOT!!!! THE CAMERA VIEW FROM WITHIN THE BALLPIT LOOKING UP AT THE ANIMATRONICS?! I SQUEALED SO LOUD I SCARED MY DOGS! I LOVE IT SO MUCH I HOPE THE ENTIRE MOVIE HAS COOL SHOTS LIKE THIS!!!

MURDER BUNNY!!!!! MY BABYGIRL!!!!! IN ALL OF HIS GLORY IM GOINANSDFMJNDTFNBSFBKBNSK

Ahem

In short; this teaser was amazing, and I'm so excited for the movie. I know better than to judge a movie just on a 48 second teaser, but I can't help myself. I feel young again, I feel nostalgic, it all feels brand new and I can't help but think that something I love so much is getting the representation it deserves and that

that makes me all warm and fuzzy inside

it's enough to bring a grown woman to tears. . .

Sniff

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Hi Tommy :DD!

Hi TK 🥰!

Hi Nancy :))!

Aww I've missed them I'm glad I'm finally getting to watch it :D

Ope?

Oh phew

Who were you expecting lol

Aight whatever xD

Ohh wait I think I remember seeing something from the episode description- hmm 👀

Oof :/

Ahhh leaving contacts in

Nah there's multiple ain't there lol

OPE o.o

Yep xd

E W

SLFJDKHDKGJS yes they are all pretty xD

Ahh lol yeah you need to dispose of them

O P E

IT'S PARAGONNN

Lol yeah I saw that mentioned in the episode description xD

P I E R C E

My belothed <333

Y'all they're already taking care of her lol chill

"It won't happen again" y'all chill o.o

Ahh but him xD

Y'all. Come on XD

Chill out she's already getting treatment you'll live with ONE less "client" (go off btw Nancy XDD)

🙄🙄 Ugh

All of them just like -o- LOL

Yess find out xD

Hi Owen!!

You guys especially though lol

Ahh yeah it is a cancer thing :))

OOH y'all look so good :DDD

Hi Paul :D!

Hi Marjan :))

Hi Mateo :DD

OOGH yes just gotta mention Tommy's hair again as I did with the promo xD lovely

Hi Grace 🥰🥰

Hi Judd :)!!

LOL pick your pockets XD

Hi Carlos :DD!!

All my babeys are here 🥰🥰🥰❤️

Judd, my guy xD

You are not convincing this guy well XD

LOL Grace is trying her best

SLFKGJDHKS MARJAN

LOL y'all xD

SLFKGHDKFJKDLSGHFS C A R L O S

His face there xD lady chill

XDDD TK NOT YOU TOO

Why were you telling the story in the first place xD

LOL okay y'all are connecting a bit more now at least

"I own the team" XDD

Well yeah Tommy lol

Oh that's what you mean XDD GIRL SLFJGKDHJGS

Chill hun XD

"We're here for cancer 🥺" SLFJDHFKDJGLS

Nancy why XDDD

MATEO WHY XDD

Why. Why are you guys doing it this way XD

AND WHY ARE YOU THE ONLY ONES SUCCEEDING

L O L of course he heard Owen talking about it xD

That sounds fancy skfjdhjls

"Normal" HA. Owen. Please XD

You just asked for something so fancy my guy. Chill xD

I mean yeah that's fair though, not wanting to tell it. It's super personal

OPE she ain't the bartender XD

SLFKGJDKHGS OPE

O.O AIGHT 😳

Good for you Owen xD

O o f sucks to be you man xD

LOL they're discussing the book aren't they XDD

Ahh so they even saw her lol

Rip man xD

Ahh a note!

Wait I think I remember seeing part of a clip about this lol

Ooop Owennn what is it xD

SLFJDHFKSLDL YUP :OOOO SHE PAYED HIM XDDD

I saw half of a clip and then I was like nah I don't want any more spoilers XDD

DANG lol

But like o.o

[biblelady]

Hanging On By A Thread (Part 2)

In part one we went through Job 1 in its entirety. We learned about the type of man that Job was (blameless and righteous), he was wealthy, prosperous, and had a large family. Satan asked God if Job could possibly remain faithful to him if God took away everything that he had, because (according to Satan) up until this point, God had only showered Job with blessings, so of course he worshiped God! God gave Satan permission to take everything that Job had, but he was not allowed to lay a single finger on Job. All at once Job lost his livestock, his servants, and all ten of his beloved children. The chapter ends with Job grieving, saying "Naked I came from my mother's womb, and naked shall I return there; the Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord." (Job 1:21)

Chapter 2 immediately places us back in the heavenly courts. We have God, the angels, and once again we have Satan (the Accuser). God asks Satan again where he came from, and once again he says he was walking to and fro, up and down the earth. God brings up Job again, but what he says this time really peaked my interest.

"Have you considered my servant Job? There is no one like him on the earth, a blameless and upright man who fears God and turns away from evil. He still persists in his integrity, although you incited me against him, to destroy him for no reason." (Job 2:3)

A common belief when bad things happen to people is that they must have done something "deserve it." For example, someone has lung cancer after smoking cigarettes their whole lives. While I am not trying to say anyone deserves cancer, the cause in this case is clear; smoking cigarettes. (And yes, I have heard of cancer cases, including lung and oral cancer, where the person with cancer never smoked or worked in the coal mine, so the cause is not always known). I'm guilty of assuming that every bad thing that happens to me is a result of some kind of sin I committed at some point in my life, thus now I must be suffering as a punishment for said sin. However, as the book of Job shows us, this is not always the case. Sometimes bad things happen as a result of free will; a family gets hit by a drunk driver, everyone dies but the drunk driver. Did this happen to the family because of their unspoken sins? Of course not! It was caused by the free will of the person who had too much to drink and then got behind the wheel. Sometimes our free will can harm not only us, but those around us as well.

In this case of Job, however, the disasters happening to him were not a result of any action of his or the free will actions of someone else spilling onto him. Even God is saying as much here; "... He still persists in his integrity, although you incited me against him, to destroy him with no reason." (Job 2:3). Again, I cannot stress this enough, Job did not do anything to cause what happened to him, and he certainly didn’t do anything to deserve what happened to him. Sometimes things happen and we cannot explain it. In Job’s instance it’s arguably spiritual warfare going on, as Satan caused these particular tragedies. I caution you, Reader, be weary to blame every bad thing on Satan. Sometimes bad things happen due to our own doing or someone else’s, other times it seems to just be “life.” Rarer in that I think is it an actual satanic attack.

What Satan says next I find particularly chilling; “Skin for skin! All that people have they will give to save their lives.” (Job 2:4). This can be viewed in so many ways. How much are we willing to give to stay alive? Will we give up our wealth and belongings to live? What about our families? Where is the limit of what we are willing to give up to simply stay afloat? He continues, “But stretch out your hand now and touch his bone and his flesh, and he will curse you to your face.” (Job 2:5). As someone who suffers from chronic pain for unknown reasons, this statement hit me particularly hard. I have suffered for years at this point. I have undergone many scans, surgeries, and consultations with various specialists, only to receive no answers apart from what I definitely do not have, and being told “sorry, I can’t help you.” This has taken a toll on my faithfulness to God. While I’ve done my best to reframe my mindset and seek the truth of God rather than what I want God to be, I still struggle with this. Being in pain every day, sometimes so severe I have no choice but to go to the hospital, I often find myself questioning God’s intentions for me. Why live if every day hurts? Why keep believing if it’s not making me better? Even so, I keep holding on, but I know that even if I let go, God won’t let go of me. He’s been with me thus far, surely he will be with me forever. “Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I fear no evil; for you are with me; your rod and your staff—they comfort me.” (Psalm 23:4).

God’s response I find equally chilling; “Very well, he is in your power; only spare his life.” (Job 2:6). This has always bothered me, both empathizing with Job and others, and looking at the calamity that has happened in my own life. Is the point of the book of Job to show us that humans are all chess pieces in a grand celestial chess game? Is that life, a celestial game of chess between God and Satan? Did God create us because he wanted “play things?” These are a few of the questions I have been plagued with that some would probably call heretical. To make matters worse I don’t have answers to these questions, but perhaps these won’t be answered until we reach the other side.

It says that Satan struck Job and inflicted him with “loathsome sores…from the sole of his foot to the crown of his head.” (Job 2:7). Job then scraped himself with a potsherd and sat among the ashes (Job 2:8).

This concludes Part 2. Part 3 coming soon.

[ibrithir-was-here]

Defile

(Getting back to drabbles now that the main plot has ties up, here's one with Lyta)

Daniel's face paled almost as white as his Dreaming form as he realized what he had said. Lyta's eyes had widened at his slip, and he wished more than anything he could go three seconds back and shut himself up

"I-I'm sorry…" He stammered, feeling like a child of nine instead of nineteen as he looked away to avoid the look of hurt that must be crossing his mother's face right now. "I didn't mean too--I'm sorry. I swear I don't call him that all the time I just--"

Daniel's heart was in his throat and a cold chill was creeping up his stomach. He needed to fix this, to make things right, but he knew he couldn't. He'd slipped up and done the one thing he'd promised himself he wouldn't do, not since the first time when he'd been four and had seen how much it hurt his mom. He'd promised he'd never put that look in her eyes again, but he had.

He'd been talking about Dream, and he'd called Dream "Dad".

"I'm sorry Mom"

"Daniel…I--"

"No cuz--I know you don't really like hearing about the Dreaming that much, and I know you didn't want any of this, that you'd rather I just be normal, and you've been really cool about it all especially with everything that happened last year with Wish and I know not fair of me too---I'd never want to hurt you or disrespectful Dad and--"

"Daniel"

His mother's tone was firm, but not harsh. And as he felt the touch of her hand on hisncheek, he finally looked up at her.

Her eyes were wet, and sad, but not the sort of sadness he'd expected from what he was sure she must feel was him defining his father's memory by giving his title to another man.

Even if Dream was the only father he had ever known…

"It may be true that I wouldn't have wanted all this magical realm responsibility hanging over your head" Lyta said softly, brushing back his hair and a stray tear that had escaped his own eyes.

"But that doesn't mean I don't love you exactly as you are, ok? Sand in your sheets and all. Though I would prefer you keep the self-sacrificing quests to an absolute minimum ok?"

Daniel gave a weak chuckle, and turned his face into her hand, taking it in his own. Her's were still a bit shaky from the last two years of thankfully successful cancer treatments but they were getting stronger.

"As for you and…and Morpheus--"

"I'll try harder not to call him that," Daniel said quickly. He knew that as much as their relationship had vastly improved over the years that his mother still never felt entirely settled about Dream. But he loved them both so much, he didn't want to have to hear Lyta disparage Dream even if she did it in a softened way.

Lyta sighed at his interruption, and paused for a moment before going on.

"Daniel, not a day goes by that I don't miss Hector, that I don't wish he could have gotten to see you and be part of your life."

Daniel nodded, he wished that too of course. He would have loved to have met the kind brave funny man from his mother's stories…but that was the problem, they just felt like stories to him. And as much as he would have liked to know Hector for real…he didn't want to have to choose between him and Dream, even though he knew he ought to.

But Lyta wasn't finished, and now she cupped his face with both hands, forcing Daniel to look her in the eye as she went on, her voice sad and serious.

"And I hope that there will always be a space in your heart for him. But the reality is that…that you never met him. That you can't feel the same way about him that I do because you don't have that connection, those memories…and if I've somehow made you feel guilty about that then I'm so so sorry honey"

Daniel's breath caught in his throat, he didn't--he didn't know how to respond, what was she saying exactly?

"As much as I would have liked things to be different, they're not. They are what they are. And honestly they've turned out pretty well all things considered. And Morpheus…Morpheus has been good to you, been good for you. He's done a wonderful job helping raise you into the wonderful kind boy--kind man, that you are. And I'm incredibly grateful for that…"

She paused again, closing her eyes. A look crossed her face, not one of pain, not even of sadness really, it looked more like some sort of release. Like she'd been holding onto something inside so tightly for years but was finally ready to let go.

"Daniel baby, if you want to call him Dad, well he's more than earned that. If that's how you feel about him, then it's ok. It doesn't hurt me and it doesn't disrespect Hector. I'm sure---"

Lyta's voice cracked a little but she went on bravely, "I'm sure he's happy that you've had someone who loved you as much as him looking after you when he couldn't."

Tears were flowing freely down both their faces now, and Daniel moved in to pull his mother into a fierce hug, relief glowing off of him as a knot that had been in his own heart for years came loose.

"Thank you" He said with all the sincerity within him. "Thank you. I love you Mom, and I love Dad too, please know that."

"I love you too honey, we all do"

[toru-oikawas-milkbread]

Death of a Neighbor and a Cold | Pt.3

Pairing: Kiyoomi Sakusa x f!reader

Prompt/summary: It was finally a promised Friday night with Kiyoomi, the two of you eat dinner, play a game and watch a movie, but the night wasn’t all innocent as you worked on trying to help the man get hard to keep your promise to help him out after his mom got home the last time that the two of you were touching each other. After that night when he’s practically cheerful, Kiyoomi is suddenly shot down with bad news and shortly after finds himself sick with a cold that you help him get through. What would he do without you?

Word count: 9.4K

Warnings/contents: Angst, multiple mentions of death, character with colon cancer, mild language, fluff, short oral scene, sexual innuendos/mentions of sex at the beginning

Notes: So, it starts off relatively smutty, but then the smut passes and the rest of the chapter is pretty sweet, a little sad of course. I’m sure by the title you can imagine what the story will contain in some way 😂 I hope that you guys enjoy this part! I will be posting Sangwoo’s SFW Alphabet very soon! 

Part 1 {Cancer Patient and Car Accidents} | Part 2 {Coming Home and New Experiences} | Part 3 {current chapter} | Part 4 {Knee Injuries and Promises} | Part 5 {coming soon} 

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It was Friday evening. Your mother was gone, your sister was gone, things were quiet in the house. The smell of food was strong in the kitchen as you cooked, humming to yourself before a knock on the door nearly made you bounce in excitement as you turned the stove down so that the water wouldn’t boil over and hurried to the door. When you opened it, you grinned at your boyfriend, making him smile as he looked to you.

“Hi!” You greeted happily, stepping aside for the man to walk into your house.

“Hello.” You locked the door behind him while he took his shoes off, easily leaning in to the kiss he offered you. “It smells good.”

“I’m making dinner now.” You reached for his chilled fingers, walking with the man towards your kitchen and regretfully letting him go as you went back to the food.

“Can I do anything to help?”

“It’s pretty much almost done. You can get some plates out if you’d like.” You said, so he did. He was learning your house, walking to the right cabinet on the first try and getting two plates out. Additionally, he got in the drawer below and got out two sets of chopsticks for the two of you. “How has your day been, Omi?”

“Pretty good, I slept a long time last night so I’ve been a bit more energetic today.” He said. “How about yours?”

“It’s been nice and slow. After my mom left my sister and I watched a movie together before I brought her to her friends house and I’ve just been taking things slow. I did a little bit of cleaning before I started to cook.” You shrugged. “Nothing too exciting. I’ve been excited to see you.” You said, making the man smile as he leaned against the counter and looked at you.

“I’ve been excited to see you as well.” You smiled at him and stirred the food carefully.

“What do you want to do after dinner?” I was thinking we could watch a movie, but we also talked a little while back about playing another game. Sometimes sitting in front of the tv can get boring.”

“Playing a game sounds nice.” He said. “What movie are we watching?”

“Well, that partially depends. I was thinking something we’ve seen within the last month, but only if… you want to try what we were talking about before. And if not, then we should watch a new movie that we can really focus on.” He warmed as he thought about what the two of you had discussed the other day and looked down.

“A movie we’ve seen sounds good.” He said, but he was quick to speak before you had the chance. “But only if you’re in the mood and want to give it a shot— if not, I don’t mind watching a new movie.” You smiled at the man and turned the oven off.

“Trust me, I’m always willing to give it a shot with you.”

Dinner had been delicious, and afterwards the two of you stuck to the plan of playing a board game that Kiyoomi had, yet again, never played before. He sat across from you, nearly flushed the whole time as your foot rested on his lap beneath the coffee table where you sat across from him at. Your foot pressed to his crotch, though with every shift from either him or you, he felt nothing but a mere twitch that was purely from the excitement of you touching him.

He was anxious he wouldn’t be able to get it up again so soon. After forever of not being able to do anything for himself, he thought twice in one week would be too soon for him to be able to get hard, and that made him feel almost pathetic.

And yet, you still didn’t seem to care. You were patient, rubbing your foot snug against his crotch in a way you knew would make someone else hard, resting your hand on his thigh through dinner and giving it a light squeeze. Even now your hand was in his pants as the two of you focused on the movie you’d both seen so many times before, your hand squeezing gently at him and stroking his cock, and yet he was limp.

“I’m gonna suck it, okay?” You said, moving on the sofa. “Will you take these off a little bit?” He nodded, moving to slide his pants down to his mid-thighs while you got comfortable on your knees and leaned down. Almost hesitantly, Kiyoomi pressed his hand to your lower back and rested it there while you took his cock back into your hand and slowly slid your tongue along it before you took it into your mouth.

Kiyoomi shifted on the sofa, looking down at you as you sucked on his shaft, your tongue sliding around him and yet, even as he gave a moan, he felt nothing in his cock. He tried, sliding his hand along your ass over the pants that you wore, trying to think of how he had gotten so hard last time. He wondered if it was all because of your sweet moans, wondering if that might make him hard again and yet being too embarrassed to ask. He gave a soft sigh as you sucked harder on his cockhead and looked away in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry it’s taking me so long to get hard tonight.” He said. You pulled back, looking at the man as your thumb rubbed over the tip of his cock.

“Don’t apologize. I really don’t mind.”

“Well, I do. It’s weird. It’s like I should be hard by now. I should have been hard a long time ago when your foot was on me.”

“Most dicks don’t go through all the radiation yours has. It’s okay if it takes a little longer.” You said, pressing a soft kiss to his shaft and making the man sigh as you licked it right afterwards. “I have all night.” You leaned back down, taking his cock back into your mouth and shifting on the sofa. “Does it at least feel good?” You asked, stealing a quick glance at the man who nodded.

“It does feel good.”

“Okay, good,” you leaned down, taking his cock back into your mouth and this time not pulling away as you sucked on him. He sighed softly, looking at your pants and sliding his hand around. He shifted, reaching to slide his hand into your pants so that he could touch you. He remembered how your moaning made him hard, maybe this time it would work again. He pressed his fingers to you over the underwear that you wore and made you give a soft sound. You shifted, reaching back to pull the pants down to your knees.

He flushed as he looked at your ass and rubbed you easier now, his fingers sliding between your folds. You gave a soft sound around him as he almost hesitantly slid your underwear down with your pants as well, but you could have cared less as you sucked on him. You shifted, spreading your legs a little bit more for the man who’s middle finger pressed to your entrance and made his cock twitch in your mouth.

“You feel… kind of wet.” He flushed. “Have you been like this the whole time?” He asked, looking to you and seeing you shake your head before looking at him.

“Just thinking about sucking you off.” He didn’t have the utmost knowledge about women, unsure of whether or not it was possible to get one wet as fast as you had, and yet he thought of how easy it was for most people to get hard and wondered if it was similar.

“Uh, do… do you think I could see them again?” He asked, looking to your chest. You nodded, easily stripping your shirt off this time and sliding your bra off as well. He flushed as you stripped your pants and underwear off so that you could more comfortably sit close to him. He nearly forgot to breathe as he looked at your body, his eyes falling to your pussy as his breath hitched in his throat. “This is… better than I thought it’d be.” You saw his cock twitch and hummed.

“Do you wanna touch me?” He nodded softly, looking to your eyes. “Go ahead. Wherever you want. I can help you if you need me to.” You said, scooting closer to the man so that you could sit over one of his legs and reach down to touch his cock. “You’re a little more hard than before,” you commented. “Do you… like to see me?” He nodded as he met your eyes. “If you need to see me to get hard, I don’t mind.” You snickered. “It’s pretty flattering, actually. It’s… more fun this way, you know that?” You asked, watching as he frowned in confusion and shook his head. “I mean… I know it frustrates you, but… I kind of like having to work to make you hard. It makes it so much more rewarding when you do get hard.”

“Stop being so… perfectly patient.” You laughed at his words and kissed him.

“Okay. I’ll stop.” You said, but you both knew it was a lie, and Kiyoomi didn’t really want you to stop. The assurances, your kindness, your patience— you were so perfect and that was all he wanted to say. “You’re perfect” wanted to come from him a billion times by now, not only just because you didn’t mind it taking him so long, but because he truthfully believed that you were. “What are you thinking about?” You asked as the man seemed to space off. He snapped back into reality, looking at you with a soft “Uh.”

“Just…” He tried to think up an excuse, though something even better came to mind as he thought of what he wanted. You watched patiently as the man looked back between your legs, licking his lips before he glanced back to you with a soft flush on his face. “Will you… will you teach me how to eat you out? And if… if I get hard can we… can we have sex…?” He was flushed dark, obviously flustered and wanting to look away, but he forced himself to hold the stare as you smiled gently and nodded.

“Sure. Do you mind if we go to my room? It’ll be a bit more comfortable and easy in there.”

“I don’t mind.”

You yawned as the man laid beside you, giving a soft pant before looking back at you while you rubbed your eyes. Things were quiet for the moment, but the way that you had moaned out his name was burned into his brain. Things were slow, simple, he was sure you knew a lot more than what you were showing him, but you were patient. And truth be told, despite being soft already, he wanted to go again and wished he could.

How patient you were with him, how assuring you were— mentioning no less than 7 times that you could stop if he wanted to as a reminder every time he tensed at a new sensation or position, but he never wanted to. Your patience only seemed to make him want you more, more desperate to feel your body press to his while he was inside of you. It had felt so good he didn’t think he could make it even half as long as he was able to inside of you while you moaned his name and held him close.

“That was really nice,” you said, looking at the man who was accidentally staring at you as he thought about the past 40 minutes you’d been in bed. “Did you like it?” You asked, wondering if he had enjoyed it as much as he had seemed to. By the way that he was moaning, you assumed that things went well on both your ends, but you wanted the extra reassurance after taking the mans virginity.

“Yeah, I really liked it.” He said. “You were, uh— you’re really good.” He said, unsure of exactly how to compliment you and yet he made you smile anyways.

“Thank you. So were you. You did a great job.” He sent you a little smile and moved closer to you, making your small smile widen as you watched him lean in before you closed your eyes to kiss him back.

“I guess this is one way to celebrate getting better, huh?” You gave a soft laugh and nodded as you gently kissed him one more time before pulling back and sitting up. He watched as you stretched, bare and without a care in the world— he wished he was so confident in his own body, though grateful that you were and, as he’d learned from you, you had a lot to teach and show him; he wondered if one day he might be as confident as you.

Aside from his shirt that laid askew on the end of the bed, the two of you were completely naked and lacking clothes in the room. You grabbed the shirt, offering it to the man who gave you a soft thanks as he put it on, though feeling awkward as he wore nothing else.

“So, I was thinking, if you didn’t need to go right this minute, we could watch a movie we’ve never seen before.” He sent you a smile and nodded, standing out of the bed and carefully pulling your sheets back up while you stood, unembarrassed like he was about the fact that you were naked.

“Sure, I can stay awhile longer.” He couldn’t help but wish he hadn’t left his pants downstairs, and yet in a moment of a heated kiss and the desire to learn just how to make you give more blissful moans of his name from his place between your legs, he had hurriedly abandoned his jeans. “If you… wanted, I… uh, I might be able to stay the night.” Your little smile as you looked at him widened at the suggestion.

“I’d love that.” You said, reaching out a hand that he grabbed when he walked over. “Come on, let’s go get the rest of our clothes, I’m kinda cold.” You said, and he could tell by how hard your nipples were. He kept his eyes up, not wanting to stare at your hips swaying in front of him. He felt awkward— he’d never been naked around someone, at least not since he was just a baby and his mother had bathed and changed him. Nowadays he didn’t even spend time by himself naked, taking quick showers and wearing pants and shirts to bed.

Even when the two of you got to the living room and he started to put his clothes back on with you some of the noises you had made weren’t leaving his mind. Outside of sex scenes in movies that only lasted a second, Kiyoomi knew next to nothing about sex. He didn’t care for porn, he didn’t have anybody until you, and he didn’t feel like searching things up. Before now, he hadn’t cared, and yet the noises you made were stuck in his brain as you snuggled into his side and grabbed the remote.

“Is this okay with you?” Your voice snapped him from his trance and yet he barely even looked at the movie before he nodded.

“Yeah, it’s fine.” You looked a bit hesitantly at him as you clicked the movie.

“Are you okay, Omi?” He looked at you, sending you a small smile.

“Just fine.” You looked a bit guilty, though he wasn’t sure why. You shifted, regretfully pulling away from the man who’s arm stayed around you even still.

“Do you… regret it?”

“Oh— god, no,” he said, shaking his head. “No, not at all.” You seemed a bit hesitant even still, so he continued. “I had such a good time with you, I… truthfully, I wish we could do it again, I just… wish I could do more.” He said, but before you could open your mouth and speak, giving him your usual, loving “You’re enough” speech that he was sure would never stop making his heart swell, he spoke. “And not because I don’t think I’m enough or like I need to do more for you, I just… wish I was more normal, you know?” He was hesitant, worried you wouldn’t understand, but you pressed a gentle hand to his shoulder and nodded.

“I know.” You said softly. “It’s hard feeling so different. What’s got you so down, baby?” He seemed to think for a moment.

“I just… wish it wasn’t so hard. I wish that I was like other people and I could do it again and again. I wish it wasn’t so hard to fucking get hard.” He laughed softly at his own expense and made you give a soft chuckle beneath your breath. “Do you… think it could ever be a problem?” He asked, meeting your eyes. “Do you think that even if I cum and I can’t get hard again— or god forbid I get soft before I cum, can we… would you still let me touch you?” You were quiet for a moment before you raised an eyebrow.

“Were you not done?” You asked, a bit shocked as he lightly shook his head— so soft he wasn’t sure if you had seen it. “Sorry— I just assumed… I guess I shouldn’t assume,” you chuckled. “But, did you want more?” You asked, watching him hesitantly nod. “Oh— well, yeah— of course. If you cum or not and get soft you can still touch me, I just didn’t want to seem like all I wanted was you to touch me.” He gave a bit of a shaky exhale and looked down.

“I don’t just want you for sex or to make me hard, but… but all I wanted was to touch you.” You chewed on the inside of your lip, pressing your hand down to his leg and giving his inner-thigh a squeeze with your fingers.

“Baby, if you’re not done, you can touch me. You could have pulled me back on top of you, told me to lay down, told me to stay— whatever. I don’t mind. I like it, it was fun, I just figured after you came that you might’ve been done since you were so new to it all.” You licked your lips and pressed a kiss to his. “But… I’m always willing to go more.” You said softly.

“Even… now?” You gave a cute chuckle and moved to sit on your knees, sliding your pants down to your knees and pushing them off while you moved again to sit on his lap, making the mans heart race as he reached for your hips.

“You can touch me now. You can touch me later. You can touch me whenever you want.” You assured him. “I don’t just want sex or you to touch me either, but I sure wouldn’t turn it down if you wanted to touch me.”

2 months had passed since that Friday night that you had spent with Kiyoomi and he’d been in a better mood than his cousin ever swore he was. He said he wasn’t sure what you’d done but Kiyoomi seemed to be damn near glowing and you couldn’t help but laugh when you’d heard that— though you were rather embarrassed when his mother commented on it as well.

Your phone rang on the bed, something you searched drastically for beneath all of your clothes. Cleaning out your closet had been messier than you originally thought that it might be, leaving your floor and bed a huge mess. You were frantic to make it to your phone before the call ended, tossing your dress up and seeing your phone. You just barely caught it before it fell to the floor and quickly answered.

“Hello?” You said quickly, hopefully, unsure of who it was because you hadn’t seen the contact.

“Hi.”

“Oh, hi, Omi.” You smiled as you straightened up and looked at the bigger mess on your bed with a soft sigh. “What’s up?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just making a huge mess as I try and clean my disaster of a closet.” You said. “What about you? What’s going on?”

“I just… wanted to talk to you.” He said, sounding distant and making you frown lightly.

“What’s the matter? Are you okay?” You asked, turning your back to the clothes on your bed.

“Yeah, just… my neighbor passed away last night. And I just found out.”

“Oh, Omi— I’m so sorry.” You said. “Are you okay? Do you want me to come over?”

“It’s okay, I just thought talking to you might help take my mind off of it.” He said softly.

“Yeah, as long as you need.” You promised. “Is his wife okay?”

“She seems like she’s coping. Said she knew it was gonna happen any day now. Isn’t that sad?” You swore the mans voice cracked on the other end of the phone. “Having to look at your husband and know he’s gonna die?”

“Yeah. I’m sure that was hard on her.” You said, carefully wrapping your arm around yourself while you listened to him. “I’m sure that she’s happy she got as long as she did with him though.” You added softly. “They were married for a long time, weren’t they?”

“I think 60 years.”

“They seemed very happy.”

“They’ve always been like that.” He sniffled. “Well, they always were like that.” You frowned softly as he spoke. “I knew he was gonna die, I-I knew it was gonna happen soon, I just… I didn’t think it was gonna happen now.”

“I guess nobody ever really knows.”

“He seemed so healthy and happy still.”

“You can be happy and still be dying.” You said, despite knowing Kiyoomi knew that firsthand.

“I guess so.” He sighed. “Will you… will you come to his funeral with me?”

“Of course I will. Just let me know when it is and I’ll be there.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course, baby.” The mere nickname made Kiyoomi’s heart beat harder in his chest as he sniffled. “Are you sure that you don’t want me to come over? I can if you need me.”

“Can I… come to you?” He asked. “I don’t care if you’re cleaning while I’m there.”

“Yeah, of course you can. You can come whenever you want.”

“So now is okay?”

“Now is okay.” You assured him. “It’s trashed, but I’ll make some room for you to sit on my bed. We can talk if you want or you can just be here with me.”

“Okay. Thank you.” He said softly.

“Of course, baby. Drive safely.” You said as he promised to and hung up the call, unsure of how you were supposed to handle this. You were never good with death— never knowing what to say to those who were close to the person, never knowing how you should act, how to comfort, and more than that, you weren’t sure if Kiyoomi was going to want comfort or not.

You didn’t realize how long you were spacing off before a knock at the front door caught your attention. You walked quickly to the front door, opening it to see your boyfriend. You sent him a small smile and stepped aside so he could come in.

“Hey,” you said softly as he slid his shoes off.

“Hi.” You opened your arms for the man who was quick to lean in and let you wrap your arms around him for a comforting hug.

“This is a really stupid question, but… are you okay?”

“I don’t know. I think so.” He pulled back from the hug with a light sigh. “It’s just… so sudden.” You grabbed his hand and brought the man with you to your room, nodding along to his words as you peeked back, making sure that he knew you were listening to him. “Guess I wasn’t ready.”

“Can you ever be?” You asked as he sighed and sat on your bed. He didn’t even look at the mess your room was as he shook his head. “Besides, if you sit around waiting for people to die… it’s almost impossible to enjoy the times you have with them.” He gave a soft nod as you moved a few shirts into a pile to get rid of, trying to clean the mess up so you could sit with him.

“I’m gonna be honest, I… I hadn’t thought so seriously about dying in awhile, and this just kind of came out of nowhere and reminded me… I could die soon, too.” He mumbled, feeling selfish for thinking about his own dwindling life when his neighbor had just passed, and yet the thought wasn’t leaving his mind. You gently sat on the edge of your bed and placed your hand on his shoulder as the man looked down at his lap.

“Did it… scare you?” You asked softly. “To see it happen so suddenly and make you think?”

“Yeah… yeah, I think it did.” He leaned a little closer to you, so you moved, making it easier for the man to rest his head on your shoulder. You rubbed his back, pressing a soft kiss to his head as he spoke. “I just… I don’t want to die.” He mumbled. “I didn’t want him to die.” He sniffled softly. “Even if I’m getting better, it’s… it’s scary.” He mumbled. “And all anyone ever tells me is not to be scared of it killing me because it gives it some power over me, but how am I supposed to not be scared that getting better is just gonna make it come back worse and kill me this time?”

“Well, you’re allowed to be afraid of it.” You said. “I think… they mean something more like… it’s okay to be scared of it, but not to let it rule your life. Of course you’re scared of it— it’s killing you, but at the same time… you can’t just stop life because of it.” He gave a soft nod. “And… it’ll be okay.”

“And what if it’s not?”

“Then… you enjoy what you can and enjoy whatever time you have left.” You said softly.

“(y/n)?” You gave a soft hum to show you were listening. “If I… if I die, will you go to my funeral?” He asked it so softly, as if he didn’t want you to hear it.

“Of course I will.”

“And will you be there for my mom?”

“I’ll be there for your mom as long as she wants me around.”

“Will you… think about me? If I die?”

“Well, I won’t just up and forget about you.” You promised, running your fingers through his hair. “I could never forget about you.”

“I’m not that memorable.” He mumbled.

“I don’t agree.” You said softly. “I don’t think I could ever forget how it feels to hug you.” You said with a light sigh. “Even if you’re cold, it feels so warm. So welcoming. You always feel so clean and smell so good. And the way you rub my back when we hug is just… better than other people, I don’t know how to explain it, but I don’t think it’s possible to forget how it feels to be so close to you. I know you think you’re not memorable, but you’ve given me so much that I don’t think even old age can take from me.” He sniffled softly and nuzzled his cold nose against your skin.

“I wish I could be there with you.” He whispered, and even if there was no context, you knew what he meant. You slid your fingers through his when he reached for your hand and gave him a light squeeze.

“I know. I want you to be there with me, too.” You sighed. “Maybe…”

“Maybe.” He mumbled, but in his mind, he couldn’t help but think it was impossible, wondering if your optimistic hopes were forced this time as you spoke so hesitantly. “Just maybe.”

Kiyoomi awoke with a cough, sitting up and just barely able to catch his breath between chokes as if he had sucked in air or drank something too fast. A knock on his bedroom door came through softly as he finally caught his breath.

“Yeah?” He asked with a final cough.

“Are you okay?” His mother opened the door, looking worriedly in at the man. “You sound awful.”

“Gee, thanks mom.”

“Oh— you know what I meant.” She rolled her eyes and walked over to him. “You look like you have a fever.” She said, bringing her hand to his forehead and frowning. “You definitely have a fever.” She sounded worried, something that put Kiyoomi on edge. He gently pushed her hand away as he spoke.

“I feel fine,” he promised. The last time he had gotten sick, while it had been almost years ago now, he had gotten so ill that he was hospitalized. After that downright horrid stay, he took extra precautions— even more than he had before.

“Oh, I thought you were leaving too much…” She mumbled anxiously. He nearly rolled his eyes, though not because he was annoyed with her, only because he was a fully grown adult and he couldn’t leave the house without having to think of the chances he could get so ill he went back to the hospital.

“I feel fine,” he pressed. “I just… need some soup.”

“I won’t leave,” she said, but he was quick to shake his head in protest.

“It’s fine, I can take care of myself here at home, and if I need help, I’ll call Motoya.”

“Kiyoomi—”

“Mom, I’m fine.” He promised. “You have a flight to catch, now… go.” He said. “I’ll call you tonight. Text me as much as you need. I’ll be just fine.” He assured her again, but she was quick to shake her head.

“You always say you’ll be fine, Kiyoomi, and look where we are.” She sniffled. “You’re not fine.”

“I know.”

“You’re sick.”

“I know.”

“This could kill you!”

“Anything could kill me, mom, I have cancer!” She stopped, making the man give a sigh as he looked down. “Better you be somewhere else than here anyways just for once.” He mumbled. “You can’t let me being sick stop your life. I’m an adult, I’ll be alright." She hesitated for a moment before she spoke.

“I’m only willing to leave you if you are not alone.”

“Oh— mom—”

“No. No but’s, no if’s, no nothing. If someone isn’t here, then I will be.” She said sternly. Kiyoomi gave a soft sigh and looked at his phone.

“Can (y/n) stay?”

“If she agrees.”

“Let me talk to her. Even if she just checks up on me, you need to go or else you’ll miss your flight.” He pressed. “I’ll be okay. I’ll call Motoya to stay if (y/n) can’t. He’ll help me.”

“Kiyoomi—”

“Mom, I’m serious.” He said, picking up his phone. “I have all that I need at the house. Please, just go. I won’t die while you’re gone.”

“You better knock on wood, young man.” With a sigh, Kiyoomi leaned towards his bedside table and knocked firmly three times.

“Now will you leave?” She hesitated before giving a light nod.

“You tell me what (y/n) says. If she can’t come, call your cousin. If he can’t come, tell me. I’ll come home.”

“Okay.”

“And you better not lie to me.” She said pointedly.

“I won’t.” She sighed, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his head.

“I’ll call you when I land.”

“I’ll be here.” He promised. “I’ll text you and let you know if (y/n) can come over or not.” He promised her. She nodded softly, and with a sigh, she headed for the door.

“If you need anything— anything at all— I will be on the next flight home.”

“I know.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” With one final glance back, the door was shut. He sniffled, quickly clicking your contact and calling you. He waited a few moments as he listened to the ringing line, fiddling with his fingers while he heard the front door open and close.

“Hi, Omi.” You said cheerfully. “How are you doing?”

“I’m feeling kind of sick,” he said. “I was wondering if you could do me a huge favor.”

“Aww, I’m sorry— anything. What can I do for you?”

“Do you think you could bring me some soup?”

“Sure. Is your mom home? Should I drop it off at the door?” You asked, unsure of what the safety precautions were when your boyfriend who’s weakened immune system by cancer had a cold.

“No, she just left. She wanted me to ask you to stay, but I was hoping you might be able to just bring me some soup today. I’ll feel better by tomorrow and maybe you could just say you checked up on me.”

“What if I just stayed instead?”

“I don’t want to ask that of you.”

“Well, what else am I doing?” You asked with a laugh. “I really don’t mind. Unless you don’t want me to be there, I have no reason that I wouldn’t be able to stay. And you’re not asking this of me, I’m offering, and one-hundred percent willing to honestly drop anything I had to do to come take care of you. But, don’t worry, I don’t actually have anything to do. I was just watching tv and cleaning my room a little bit.” You said. “What do you say? Sleepover while your mom is gone?” He couldn’t help but laugh, giving a soft cough right after.

“You say that as if we’re kids who never see each other.” You gave a little laugh on the other end of the line.

“Is that a yes?” He gave a soft sigh and nodded even if you wouldn’t see it.

“Okay. If you want to stay, I won’t tell you that you can’t.”

“Okay— then I’ll be over in less than 2 hours. I’ll make some soup, pack a couple things, and then I’ll be on the way.”

“Oh, we have soup here.”

“Canned?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I’m making homemade soup for you.”

“You don’t need to do that—” He started, but before he could protest anymore, you cut him off.

“I know, but I want to. Just let me take care of you, okay?” You asked softly. “I know that you like to do things on your own and that you don’t want to ask things of me, but let me help you. Just this once while you’re sick.” Kiyoomi couldn’t help but smile, looking down and trying to bite it back even if you weren’t there to see it. “I’ve never had a boyfriend to take care of like this, so let me make you some soup. I promise it’ll be good.”

“Okay. I’d really like that.” He said softly.

“Alright,” there was an obvious smile on your face as you spoke. “You stay put, I’ll be over soon.”

“I can’t thank you enough.”

“It’s the bare minimum I can do for you, baby. You rest for now.” And with that, you hung up. Kiyoomi sighed as he brought the phone away from his ear and opened his messages. He sent his mom a quick text while she drove to the airport, letting her know that you were going to come over and stay at the house while she was away. With a quiet hum, Kiyoomi set his phone down and relaxed back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling. He was tired, his bones felt heavy, and yet he thought he needed to stay awake for you. You didn’t have a key, how else would you get in?

Then a thought came to mind. Kiyoomi assumed you were trustworthy enough that his mom wouldn’t get mad, so he sent you a text, letting you know he was going to try and sleep and that there was a spare key to their house in the flowers that hung over the railing on the porch. Before you replied, Kiyoomi set his phone aside and laid on his side, facing away from his window and closing his eyes as he tried to get comfortable.

He sniffled, thinking about you and flushing at the thought of you staying here with him for all of this time. After the last time the two of you were alone together for so long, you’d done something he truthfully never thought he’d do, and while he knew the two of you weren’t going to have sex again right now, he couldn’t help but think about it. How warm you were, how wet you were, how good it felt to be inside of you for the first time— ever. How good it felt to cum after years of nothing. He figured after cumming once, he might not be able to get hard again, but after he came in your mouth— more than he thought he would and he remembered his embarrassment when you were shocked at how much he’d cum— he was still hard. Still thinking about how good you tasted, how much he wanted to eat you out again— until you had given him something so much better.

Kiyoomi gave a quiet sigh and snuggled into his bed, daydreaming about what it might be like to feel it all again. Wondering if it would feel the same— so pleasurable— or if it was going to lessen every time. He knew how much people his age were obsessed with sex, and for once, he finally understood why.

A soft knock on his bedroom door made Kiyoomi’s eyes slowly open.

“Are you awake?” You asked quietly, peeking into the room. He gave a soft, tired “Mhm” in response, sitting up slowly and rubbing his tired eyes. You smiled at him, walking into the room with a tray in hand. He couldn’t smell the soup with how congested he was, but he saw the steam emitting out of the bowl, and when you brought it over and sat beside him on the edge of the bed, he couldn’t help but lick his lips at how good it looked. There was a glass of water on the tray that you set on his bedside table before resting it gently on his legs. “How are you?”

“I’m okay.” He said, still sounding tired as he cleared his throat.

“Did you nap well?” You asked.

“I did.” He nodded with a slight sniffle. “Thank you— for coming over.” You smiled at him sweetly.

“Anything for you.” You said as if coming over here was simple— which you’d basically said before. “It’s the bare minimum I can do for you, baby” were the words you’d said, damn near making his heart race in his chest even now as he thought of them. Gently, you brushed his hair back from his forehead, frowning lightly at how sweaty he seemed.

“Are you hot? Do you want less blanket? Do you need a fan? Do you want me to fan you with something— there’s papers here—” Before you could move, Kiyoomi grabbed your wrist.

“It’s okay— I’m just a little sweaty.” He said simply. “I always get this way when I’m sick,” he couldn’t help but give a little sniffle again, feeling as if he had no choice but to sniffle with how runny his nose was. You sighed and relaxed back on the edge of the bed, reaching down and placing your hand on top of his that still held your wrist. “You can go. Run some errands you need to do, just go home for awhile or even watch a movie in the living room if you want. I’ll be okay.”

“No, I don’t want to leave.” You said with a soft shake of your head. “I don’t mind being here with you.”

“But you’re gonna get yourself sick,” he said, gently pulling his hand away from yours. “I don’t want to get you sick.”

“It’s okay— I have a strong immune system.” You promised, leaning down and kissing his forehead, something he shocked you by pulling away from quickly.

“Well, don’t test your immune system now!” You laughed at his shocked expression.

“I’m really okay, Omi. Even if I get sick, I’ll be alright. You said you’d let me take care of you. Part of taking care of you isn’t letting you sit here all lonely.” You said softly, but there was no room for debate this time— you were staying whether he liked it or not. “Do you want me to do anything like bring the tv in here so you’re not as bored? Do you want to read? Do you want me to read to you?”

“Read to me?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “I’m not 4, I don’t need bedtime stories.” The words felt harsh as they came out, yet you didn’t seem to mind, winding your fingers through his curls with a soft hum.

“Have you not been read to since you were a kid? It can be nice sometimes. Relaxing.” You said. “And if not, then… we could always do something else. We could play a game.” You suggested.

“How about you go somewhere else where you won’t get sick, I finish my soup, and then I nap.”

“Or I could sit with you and lay here with you while you nap.”

“You are so stubborn.”

“Only as stubborn as you.” With a sigh, he shook his head.

“Alright, fine. You can stay.”

“I take it back,” you started, kissing his forehead again, but this time he didn’t jerk away as he reached for his spoon. “I’m more stubborn.”

Kiyoomi was sleeping peacefully beside you, his mouth slightly agape, the softest of snores coming from him even as he was so congested, eyes peacefully shut. You laid on your side, eyeing the man and giving a soft sigh as you reached up and brushed his hair back. He leaned into your touch, making you smile.

“You’re so cute when you’re not still trying to push me away.” You said, leaning in to press the faintest kiss you could to his cheek. “Maybe one day you’ll stop trying to push me away all together,” you said hopefully. “One can dream, right?” You laughed to yourself, but a faint knock on the front door stole you from your boyfriend.

Carefully, you got off of the bed and walked from his room, quietly shutting the door behind yourself and walking down the stairs, careful on the creaks so that you didn’t wake your boyfriend who you had learned was a rather light sleeper. You peeked out of the peephole and smiled before unlocking the door.

“Hello, Komori-san.” The man sent you a sweet smile, a pot of food in hand.

“Hi, (y/n)-chan. How is Kiyoomi?” The man asked as you stepped aside and shut the door after him.

“He’s alright,” you said softly. “He’s napping.” Komori gave a light nod and thanked you quietly as you offered to take the pot from him while he took his shoes off. He set his shoes aside quietly before taking the pot back from you.

“Is he feeling alright?”

“I think he’s doing okay for the most part.” You said with a nod, walking alongside the friendly man towards the kitchen where he started to put the food in the fridge.

“That’s good. My mom wasn’t sure all of what was going on so she sent me over with this to make sure that he has plenty to eat.” He said. “Are you staying here or just visiting for a few hours?” He asked, looking back at you as he shut the fridge. “If you need a break, I don’t mind staying the nights while his mom is away.”

“No, it’s alright— I was planning on staying. Unless you’d like to stay— then I can leave.” You offered.

“There’s no need for that, I just want to make sure that he isn’t alone.” He said simply. “I’m glad that he has you. But… honestly, I’m a little surprised he’s letting you stay here.” Komori pulled a chair from the table out and sat down with a soft sigh. “I mean, he hardly ever even wants me to stay and I’m his cousin,” he laughed. “How’d you do it?”

“I didn’t take no for an answer.” You shrugged. “Just had to out stubborn him.” The man raised a thick eyebrow at you.

“You say that like it’s easy.” You laughed softly and sat in the seat across from the man.

“I pushed people away for a really long time and I regretted it almost every day for a real long time, so… I just won’t let him push me away for reasons outside of simply wanting me out of his life.” Komori gave his head a soft shake.

“I know for a fact that he doesn’t want you out of his life for any reason outside of the fact that he doesn’t want to hurt you if he passes.” He said, and while you thought that you were sure he didn’t really want you gone, the extra assurance was nice. “Is he still? Pushing you away, I mean.”

“Not as much. Sometimes he seems… hesitant with me, but I’m trying not to scare him while also trying to get it through his head that I’m here for him.” Komori gave a quiet laugh.

“Kiyoomi really scored with you, I hope he knows that.” He said. “Nobody seems as patient as you do.”

“I mean… it’s more than just patience.” You said innocently, thinking of how you understood partially of what he was going through mentally, though the man across from you took the words a different way and sent you a cheeky smile as he raised his eyebrows.

“Love?” Immediately, you flushed.

“O-oh, no— I-I mean more, like, uh— understanding.” You said, clearing your throat as the man snickered at you.

“No, I get it.” He said, brushing off your embarrassment. “And I’m glad. Kiyoomi may be stubborn and hardheaded, not to mention certain he always knows best, but… he’s nice once you get to know him— I’m sure you know that by now. He’s scared, you know?” You nodded softly. “And, I know I said it, but I really am glad he has you. He seems happier. He doesn’t look like he’s just waiting for death so much anymore. He smiles more— I hadn’t seen him smile so much until you since even before he got diagnosed. You’re good for him and I want to trust that you won’t leave if he gets worse.”

“I won’t.” You said with a soft shake of your head. “Even if he tells me to. I’m not gonna leave if things get worse again. I’m not gonna leave if he’s on his deathbed. I’ll go to his funeral and help his mom— this isn’t just… some kinda fling.” You assured the man.

“So… it is love?”

“Gettin’ there.” Komori gave a soft chuckle and looked down with a nod.

“Good. Good— he deserves love. As much as he thinks he doesn’t and as hard as he pushes it away, he deserves it just as much as we do— maybe even more. He deserves that patience. That persistence. Maybe pushing everyone away for so long is what he had to do to get you, but I’m really glad that he met you.”

“Even if I had to get into a car crash to meet him, I’m glad, too.” You said with a soft laugh at the joke you made at your own expense. “The hospital certainly isn’t my favorite place, but he made it so much more than just bearable.” You said, looking down with the same small smile on your face.

“(y/n)?” You hummed and looked up at the man who spoke softly. “You know— that’s what you did for him— but for more than the hospital. You made life more than bearable for him, and… and I really want to thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me. I’m doing this because I want to. Because I care about him. Not just because he’s sick and I feel bad for him.” You said with a little smile. “Kiyoomi really means a lot to me and… here’s to hoping everything will be okay, because I know it’s gonna hurt a lot when he dies.” Komori almost looked worried for a moment, so you spoke again. “But don’t worry— me thinking about how sad I’ll be isn’t gonna drive me away. Nothing can.” You assured the man. “I’m here until things either take a turn for the worse and he’s… gone or they take a turn for the better and I can be here even longer.”

“I can say for certain that everyone else and I agree— even if Kiyoomi doesn’t make it, you’re still gonna be allowed to be around. If you want to, I know his mom would have you over still.”

“I adore his mom, so… if things aren’t great, I’ll come around as long as I’m wanted.” Komori sent you one final smile before he sighed and stood.

“Look, I should really get going,” he said, pushing the chair in. “It’s great to see you here though, thanks for taking care of my hardheaded cousin.” You gave a soft laugh and walked with the man to the door.

“He makes it worth it.” Komori put his shoes on, opening the door as he got his car keys out and looked back one more time.

“When he wakes up, tell him I say hi.”

“Will do.”

“Bye, (y/n)-chan.”

“Bye, Komori-san.”

A soft coughing fit startled you awake as you looked at the man beside you who sent you a guilty look with one final cough.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, no— it’s okay,” you yawned, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. You tried to think back and remember how you fell asleep; after Komori left, you came back to Kiyoomi’s room where he still slept. You remembered laying on the bed and thinking for a few more minutes and then drifting off. “How are you feeling?”

“I feel okay.” He said, shifting on the bed. “I’m just tired.”

“You should keep resting,” you said. “Are you hungry?” He shook his head. “If you change your mind, your cousin came over earlier with some food your aunt made. I can heat it up for you whenever you’d like.” Kiyoomi gave a soft sniffle and looked at you.

“Can I ask you a dumb question?”

“None of your questions are ever dumb,” you said sweetly.

“Why are you here?”

“I take it back— that was a dumb question,” you said as you sat up. “I’m here to take care of you.”

“I know, but… why?” He asked. “We’re not married or something. You’re not legally bound to this house. You’re not bound to me. Look at you, (y/n)— you’re so beautiful,” he said softly, making your cheeks warm. “You could have anything. You could have anyone. You could have everything, so… I guess I just don’t understand why you’re sitting in bed with me while I’m sick. All I ever do is try and push you away.”

“No you don’t. You haven’t really been pushing me away for awhile.”

“I know, I just… I want to trust you.”

“And I’ll be here for you to learn to trust me.” You promised. “I’m not going anywhere. You think I could have anything— but I don’t want just anything. I want you.”

“Why?”

“Because this is more special than anything I’ve ever had.” You said softly. “I know you’re worried, and I know it’s hard to trust, but spending this time with you, gaining your trust no matter how long it takes, this is better. This means more than someone who jumps right into it. You’re cautious, I know— and I like that.” You said honestly. “I like that you’re making me earn your trust. I like that you don’t treat me like I’m something to have sex with and that’s all.” Kiyoomi frowned deeply.

“Even if I could get it up like I wanted, I’d never treat you that way.”

“I know.” You said softly. “I know you wouldn’t. That’s why I’m here. That’s why I’m laying in bed with my sick boyfriend who has a little cold. So I can take care of you. So I can make you soup and kiss your forehead even if you don’t want me to because you’re too busy worrying about me to worry about yourself.” You teased. “You worry a lot about me and you don’t keep it a secret. I want you to let me worry about you.”

“Everyone is always worried about me.” He said with a small frown as he glanced down.

“Not that way.” You said. “I don’t want to strictly worry because you have cancer. I want to worry about you driving safely and feeling relieved when I get the message that you’re home safe. I want to worry about you not sleeping or eating enough. I want to worry about you now— having a cold, and not just because it could be worse for you, but because it’s a cold. I want to worry about you because I care about you outside of your cancer.” With a soft and shaky exhale, Kiyoomi flicked his gaze from your eyes to your lips.

“I really want to kiss you right now.” He mumbled.

“So kiss me.” You said, leaning closer to the man.

“I don’t want to get you sick.”

“I told you, I have a strong immune system.” Kiyoomi gave a soft sigh, but leaned in anyways. You smiled as his lips pushed to yours, reaching up to hold onto his shoulder before the sweet kiss ended.

“If I… trust you and I let you in and I make stupid little mistakes that I want to make really bad, will you… will you still take care of me?” He asked quietly. As embarrassed as he felt, he opted for keeping his eyes shut as he spoke. “Even if I ask you a million times why you’re here, and even if I try and push you away… will you stay?”

“I’ll stay with you. And I’ll always take care of you.” You promised, kissing him gently. “I want to stay for as long as you want me to, but… maybe even longer.”

“Then… will you trust me, too?”

“I’ll trust you.”

“Even if we could both end up getting hurt?”

“Even then.” With a huff, Kiyoomi finally looked at you.

“You know, you’d think you putting my dick in your mouth while it was soft would get me here rather than being sick.” You gave a cute giggle and leaned in to press your head to his chest.

“Whatever it takes to get it through your thick, handsome head. I’ll be here.” You promised. “Just don’t kick me out.”

“I don’t want to.” He said quietly, reaching around you and giving your shoulder a soft rub. “Do you think… you could stay with me like this for awhile?” You hummed and nodded, nuzzling closer to the man.

“Without any trouble.” You said, taking a quiet breath of his scent and snuggling into his arms. There was so much he wanted to say to you, so many thoughts he wasn’t sure how to unscramble running through his brain, so many worries, and yet he still knew one thing even as he worried: Kiyoomi loved you.

So for now, he kept quiet. He gave you a gentle squeeze in his arms, pulled you closer and closed his eyes, but the words were at the front of his brain, on the tip of his tongue— all he wanted was to say it, and while he knew you wouldn’t make fun of him, he just couldn’t push it out. He couldn’t make himself say it even if he wanted to. Because even if he wanted to, even if the words were on repeat in his mind damn near every time he saw you let alone every time you did something like this for him, every time you looked at him the way that you did— like he mattered to you more than the thought of getting sick— he was scared. An old, lingering thought of the fear of falling in love and leaving you hurt, even if he knew the unspoken words on your own mind when you looked at him.

He couldn’t help but wonder. Were the words on the tip of your tongue, too?

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 308: VIBE: CHECKED

Previously on BnHA: Lots and lots of Shindou idk what else to tell you.

Today on BnHA: Tired Nomad Deku rescues Shindou from Muscular, and us from Shindou. Muscular is all “OH BOY I SURE CAN’T WAIT TO FIGHT DEKU AGAIN AFTER HE TOTALLY KICKED MY ASS THE LAST TIME!! I’M SURE THIS TIME WILL GO DIFFERENTLY SEEING AS HE’S HAD ALMOST AN ENTIRE YEAR’S WORTH OF ADDITIONAL TRAINING, AND ALSO HAS SIX FOURQUIRKS NOW, IN ADDITION TO THE CONFIDENCE THAT COMES WITH HAVING EIGHT OTHER PEOPLE’S SOULS CHILLING OUT INSIDE HIM OFFERING MORAL SUPPORT AND ENCOURAGEMENT.” Deku is all, “[kicks Muscular’s ass effortlessly].” Muscular is all, “[gets his ass totally kicked].” I for one am very satisfied with this, and with respect to all, I would like to hereby declare this post a discourse-free zone. I’m just happy to see my son out here making good use of his FOURQUIRKS, and more importantly beating Muscular in less than seventeen pages so we can all go on with our lives lol.

damn Deku since when were you allowed to look this cool

from this perspective and with the smoke, cape, backpack, and mask more or less obscuring his actual profile, he looks less like a sixteen-year-old boy and more like a grownass man

OH SNAP

we got a glimpse of this in the cleaned-up scan of 307, but seeing both of his eyes looking so distinctively All Might-esque here is... whoa. I mean we know that his face still looks pretty normal underneath the mask and he doesn’t actually have the black sclera, but still, this is an awesome look. mini-Might

lol Muscular

you and me both. I mean no offense, but yeah

so Deku is just standing there silently

typical Deku. tight-lipped and expressionless. mum’s the word. quiet as a mouse. silent as a grave

okay no but seriously this is so weird and creepy though you guys. Deku please say something or else I’m just gonna mindlessly say whatever stupid things come into my head in an effort to make things less awkward

so Muscular is all “I should probably make a cool speech about revenge but Horikoshi couldn’t think of anything good so I’m just going to stand here clenching my fist real slowly”

“I’m not here to go on a monologue” he says, as he monologues about not monologuing

okay you guys I confess I have only read through/watched the Deku VS Muscular fight once because the arm-breaking is just way too uncomfortable for me to revisit. and so as a result, I have completely forgotten Whatever The Deal Is with Muscular’s eye lmao so let me go look it up real quick

okay so it’s a prosthetic, obviously, and he changes it out according to his mood. that part does sound familiar. I just can’t remember which eye is supposed to indicate which mood. don’t tell me I actually have to go back and reread this shit

lol I’m skimming through chapter 75 now and remembering/realizing that I hardly paid any attention to this the first time around because as soon as I found out the villains were after Kacchan my brain was like “TIME TO FOCUS ON THIS AND ONLY THIS NOW AND FOREVER” and yeah. ah memories

anyway so he started out with the flower-looking eye, and then later on he was all

which begs the question, how on earth could I have ever forgotten the most ridiculous panel I’ve ever read lmao

anyway, but so after all of that, I'm only just now realizing that this isn't one of his previous eye prosthetics in the current chapter; this is an ACTUAL FUCKING ROCK that he's just randomly shoved into his eye socket fkdsjlk

so basically (1) I did all of that painstaking research for nothing, five whole minutes of my life wasted THANKS A LOT, and (2) what, and I have never meant this more emphatically, THE FUCK

anyway so now he's leaping at the building that Deku is standing on top of. but he’s not aiming anywhere near Deku though, wtf

(ETA: HAHA YOU BROKE ALL YOUR MUSCLES YOU LOSER.)

...huh

lmao okay then. I hope those annoying citizens in the building next door are watching this go down and rethinking their life choices

dlkdkljk

just keep standing there pressed right up against the window, why don’t you. “WHAT’S GOING ON THIS SUPER CLOSE COLLAPSING BUILDING IS BLOCKING OUR VIEW.” well, folks, we’ve long since known there’s a critical shortage of hero and villain brain cells, but what we’re learning now is that civilian brain cells are also in short supply

OH THANK GOD DEKU IS FINALLY TALKING THAT WAS ACTUALLY UNSETTLING AS FUCK

SO HE’S STILL OUR GOOD, POLITE, WORRIED, CONSIDERATE DEKU UNDERNEATH THAT COOL AND MYSTERIOUS VENEER. for real, thank fuck, because I swear to god if he suddenly started acting like the Dekus in all of the vigilante AUs my interest in this series would have dropped something like 50% lol. just because he dropped out of school and ran away from home and is currently dressed like the physical manifestation of a Linkin Park playlist doesn’t mean he’s not still the WORLD’S BIGGEST DORK okay

I MEAN, THIS RIGHT HERE. THIS IS WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT. HE’S APOLOGIZING FOR THE DELAY

PLEASE FIND THE ATTACHED SHINDOU YOU REQUESTED. BEST REGARDS!!!

OH MY GOD WHY IS HE SUCH A BADASS

something about making bold, confident statements while obscured in smoke?? idk but damn it fucking works

ffjkkl

more importantly, should you tell him you actually need your copy of Shindou in excel format and not pdf?? on the one hand you don’t want to sound ungrateful, but on the other hand what are you even supposed to do with this

this chapter so far consists of like 50% smoke, but on the other hand Deku VS Kacchan 2 had a lot of cinematic smoke too so who am I to complain

OMG IS IT HIS ARMS

IDK DID YOU?! TELL ME YOUR SECRETS. PLEASE, AT SOME POINT THIS FIGHT HAS GOT TO ACTUALLY ADVANCE THE PLOT

OHHHHHHH

IT’S EN’S QUIRK!! OH MY GOD OKAY THAT’S ACTUALLY AWESOME

I CAN HEAR THE SOUND OF DISCOURSE RUMBLING IN THE BACKGROUND BUT I DON’T CARE LOL. WON’T CATCH ME EVER SAYING NO TO ANOTHER SIXQUIRK. GO AHEAD, BRING THEM ON, I WANT TO SEE THEM ALL but take it easy though Deku. don’t want to give yourself lung cancer or anything

also it’s good to see that in a very real sense he’s not fighting alone. the Vestiges really did mean it when they said they could appear more easily now. this is on a whole other level

so is this whole next page still En talking, or someone else? because whoever it is sure is chatty

okay, several things

pretty sure it is En, because he keeps saying “I suppose.” for someone who never said two words until one page ago, this guy sure never shuts up. we can’t all follow Muscular’s lead I suppose. oh my god now I’m doing it too

really like the suggestion of Deku using the SIXQUIRKS like tools in an arsenal, because that’s what he’s good at! it’s almost like he’s been training for this his entire life. “you value quirks too much” LOOK HE JUST THINKS THEY’RE COOL OKAY IS THAT A CRIME

where the fuck did all this rope come from

not gonna ask what the fuck that thing is sticking out from the back of his utility belt. Horikoshi will surely explain this

is that a fucking jetpack. I’m sorry Deku were six fucking quirks not enough for you. you can fucking float??? but JUST TO BE SAFE, LET’S STRAP A PAIR OF ROCKETS TO OUR SHOULDERS IDK

-- or wait, is this all supposed to be like a visual representation of En’s metaphor?? OH MY GOD AM I JUST STUPID LOL, DON’T ANSWER THAT. NEVER MIND. NEW LIST!!

rope = blackwhip

jetpack = float

radio = danger sense

and so I’m guessing that this ridiculously phallic thing is supposed to be a flare or something?? and that = the new quirk, smokescreen. well that was a fucking ride lmao we now return you to our regularly scheduled chapter

so now Deku is floating to his heart’s content and thinking that he’ll just sneak up on Muscular and vibe check his ass or whatever

WOOOOOOOO DANGER SENSE YESSSS I LOVE THIS FOR HIM

okay guys, I'm gonna press pause here for a sec to make a serious note, because I am loving the shit out of this, but tbh I'm having trouble enjoying it as much as I want to because I keep getting anxious thinking about the discourse. I know that a lot of the fandom has very strong opinions on Deku's character development one way or the other, and I want to respect that. but I also really have no spoons to debate this topic at all beyond what I’ve already weighed in on. so if it’s all the same to everyone, I plan on staying out of this discussion, at least this week

anyway! that said, YEAH BOI GET HIS ASS

VIBE: CHECKED. CURB: STOMPED. HOTEL: TRIVAGO

-- OF COURSE HE’S STILL FUCKING FINE LOL HE CRASHES INTO BUILDINGS FOR FUN IDK WHAT I WAS EXPECTING

dammit Muscular. how many fucking quirks does it take to beat you?! the annoying thing is that even with all of his cool new powers, Deku is still something of a mismatch against him. anyway r.i.p. to all these poor buildings

OOOOOHHHHH

you guys have no idea how intrigued I am at the prospect of watching Deku try to play both good cop and bad cop here lmao

anyway so Muscular says he doesn’t know, go figure

“I’m not here to make small talk or anything” he says as he small talks about not small talking

OH MY GOD DEKU

are you really gonna talk no jutsu all of these villains from now on?? that last battle really did have a profound impact on you, huh! interesting

you guys he’s really doing it omg

Deku this guy tried to murder a five-year-old literally just for fun. I mean more power to you, but holy shit you’re really gonna try to defeat Muscular with anger management therapy huh

I MEAN

WHO COULD HAVE SEEN THAT RESPONSE COMING dlkjslkjk

FUCK’S SAKE DEKU, I KNOW YOU MEAN WELL BUT THEY CAN’T ALL HAVE TRAGIC PASTS KIDDO

but. I have to admit, I do still like that he tried. probably knew just as well as we did what the end result was going to be, but still. he made the effort in good faith and I respect that

uh oh

why do I get the feeling Muscular just got a whole lot deader

oh my god oh my god he’s doing the “powering up” stance ffff don’t fucking tell me you can still use your fucking arms here, Deku

BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY WHAT’S THIS??

okay so basically he’s saying that whatever it was he sensed in Tomura, he doesn’t sense from Muscular. which, yeah, that sounds exactly right. good judge of character here lol

AHHHHAHAHA YESS

WHOOPS, GET FUCKED I GUESS

WOOOOHOOOOOOOO

lmao so apparently this is the belated result of Shindou’s attack from chapter 307?? I’ll be damned. good for you Shindou!! I always liked you buddy. please just take my word on that and don’t fact check that statement

okay lol the one tiny bit of discourse I will allow is that it’s bullshit that he just did that with his right arm. like, I’ll fully acknowledge that. that makes no fucking sense, and I demand an explanation from the Great Plot Hole Filler himself. he’s never let us down before when it comes to continuity so I’m trusting him not to suddenly start now

that said, we love to see a rematch against a boring guy settled quickly and decisively within the span of a single chapter. THANK YOU

I like that Deku implies that his power is being a smart nerd who battles villains using the power of ANALYTICS. he basically didn’t do anything except restrain Muscular and wait for Shindou’s attack to take effect while halfheartedly checking to see if he regretted any of that murder and stuff

(ETA: and almost forgot to mention, he made excellent use of all four of his active SIXQUIRKS. it’s like the chapter title said; this is basically him fighting all-out, and it’s a sight to see.)

also, as cool as the mask was, this just feels right. like, we had our fun, now let us see his face, yes good

anyway, I think this was a good start towards establishing What’s Up With Deku Right Now! so if it’s all the same to Horikoshi, I would next like to take some time to explore Why’s Up With Deku. that, and What’s Up With Everyone Else, Especially Kacchan. por favor

[chadillacboseman]

Dignity PT 1

Pairing: Sheriff Hassan x F!Reader

Summary: A conflicted sheriff on a tragically close-minded island finds comfort in a ferry worker from the mainland.

Warning: Angst, hints at racism and xenophobia (par the course for the series), mentions of death, just kissin' like a couple of teenagers.

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Uh oh, we're in deep in the Midnight Mass love here, folks. By the way, Rahul Kohli has stated that Hassan is the Sheriff's first name, his last name is El-Shabazz, in homage to Malcom X. This is SLOOOOW moving and boring but idc.

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The Belle was never this late.

Hassan let out a frustrated sigh and watched as his breath billowed in white clouds through the chilled air. He checked his watch again-

6:47

The sheriff glanced at the horizon, his dark eyes scanning the frothing water for any sign of the ferry. He squinted as his gaze fell on a white speck in the distance and the faint drone of the Belle's horn echoed through the salt-laden air.

"Mornin', sheriff!" Sturge's voice called up from the docks at the waterside, "New ferry crew I imagine- the Belle never runs this late."

"They better get it together-" Hassan jammed his frigid hands into his jacket pockets as he spoke, "If Sarah has to wait for her lab supplies again, she'll be a one-woman riot."

Sturge chuckled and tossed a length of thick rope around one of the wooden pier supports to anchor the Belle as the sheriff jogged down the steps to greet the crew.

"Mornin'!" a large man with a graying beard emerged from the cabin with a woman in tow, "Forgive the delay, sheriff- we got a late start from the mainland."

Hassan didn't hear a word the man said- his eyes were transfixed on you. You grinned sheepishly and adjusted your knitted hat to cover your quickly reddening ears.

"Sheriff?" the captain cleared his throat and Hassan shook out of his trance with a start.

"Sorry- maintenance issues or port issues?" the sheriff shifted his weight uncomfortably as he tried to keep his gaze away from you.

"Neither-" the captain shook his head and glanced down at you, "I've got a new tag-along as you may have noticed. A trainee."

You grinned up at Hassan and he felt his chest tighten; your eyes shone like gemstones as the rising sun cast its bloody rays across your face, and they crinkled at the corners with your smile.

"Care to give her the tour?" the captain clapped a large hand on your shoulder and Hassan swallowed, hard, "She's never been to Crockett before. I figure you might be better than some of the other, more opinionated, folks."

The sheriff knew what he meant, of course- some of Crockett's residents were a little zealous. Bev Keane, in particular, took a very intense approach to religion. A stranger on the island would be the ideal recruit for her and the local church- Hassan had to spare you that fate.

o.--

"Your office is in the general store?" you bit back a laugh and Hassan grinned as he held the door open.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Small town problems."

You glanced around at the modest space- the shiplap walls were covered in maps of the island, fliers, and photographs. Your eyes landed on a photo in a wooden frame on the sheriff's desk. In it, a young boy with dark hair stood on the porch of the general store, eyes bright and teeth bared in an excited grin.

"My son, Ali," Hassan's eyes were on you as you examined the photo, "before this island bored him to tears."

"He looks like you."

The sheriff smiled, "He's got his mom's eyes, though."

The mention of a wife made your heart sink ever-so-slightly. You opened your mouth to speak, but Hassan beat you to it.

"It's the only part of her I have left-" he paused to fiddle with the silver ring on his hand, "besides this, of course."

"What happened?" the question tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop yourself, and Hassan's eyes found the floor, "I'm sorry- if it's too personal-"

"Cancer," he said simply, "Stage four by the time they found it. She's been gone for six years."

"I'm sorry," the words seemed shallow, like a band-aid on a gunshot wound.

"Don't be-" he shrugged and his eyes met yours, "Come on, let's get this tour started."

--

"So, what exactly are you tagging along on the ferry for?" Hassan fell into stride next to you as the two of you ventured down Main Street.

"Training to take the wheel," your breath rose in the chilly air around you as you spoke, "Cap is getting old, needs a protege."

"Really?" The sheriff cocked an eyebrow, "Hope you're not gonna be late every morning."

You laughed and he felt his heart race at the sound of it- like music against the droning, deafening silence of Crockett.

"Are you going to arrest me if I am?"

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Getting to spend the night in my luxurious jail cell at the back of the General Store?" Hassan teased and you laughed again.

What a sound.

"Morning, Sheriff!" Leeza Scarborough called from her front porch with a wave that Hassan returned.

"That's Leeza," he leaned his head down so only you could hear him speak, "Joe Collie, the town soak, accidentally shot her a few years back. Paralyzed her from the waist down."

"Good lord-" you glanced up at the bright-faced teenager and smiled, "Doesn't seem to get her down at all."

"Nah, the Scarboroughs are a different breed- intensely Catholic, like the rest of this island," Hassan paused for a beat, "Except for me and Ali, of course."

"That must be hard," you glanced up at his face- his expression was pensive, as if he was lost in thought.

"Sometimes."

You left it at that.

The two of you were almost to the rec center when Hassan grabbed your arm with surprising urgency and pulled you behind a rundown house.

"Sheriff what-"

He pressed a finger to his lips and peered around the corner; Bev Keane was on the prowl outside the church, examining the sign that Sturge had set for Sunday mass.

Hassan gestured for you to look and you glanced around the wall.

"Who is that?" you whispered as you ducked your head back into hiding.

"Bev. She helps Monsignor Pruitt around the church- real piece of work. If she sees you, she'll be on you like a shark."

Hassan glanced down at you and felt his heart leap into his throat- you were so close to him that he could see your chest move with every quiet breath. He could smell you- the light hint of the fragrance you wore and the lingering scent of your shampoo.

The sheriff waited until Bev retreated back into St Patrick's before ushering you out from behind the house and continuing the tour toward the rec center.

"Hey, sheriff-" Sturge's voice crackled to life over Hassan's radio, "We got a Nor'easter coming in- NWS just sent out an alert. Cap wants to get the Belle back to the mainland before it hits."

"Copy," Hassan released the button on his radio and turned to you with a sigh, "Better get back before Cap leaves you behind."

"Thanks for the tour, Sheriff," You smiled and extended a hand, which he took and shook firmly, "See you tomorrow?"

"Count on it."

--

The storm hammered Crockett for hours that night, taking out the power grid and half the town's shingles in its wrath. Twice, Hassan awoke to winds that shook the house so hard he feared it would be ripped from its foundation.

But when he did sleep, he dreamed of you.

Hassan dreamed of your smile, of your infectious laugh that made his heart hammer in his chest. The smell of you, the warmth that radiated from you, all of it haunted his dreams.

"You okay, dad?" Ali looked up from his breakfast as the sheriff stumbled into the kitchen and made his way to the fridge.

"Fine," Hassan grabbed a glass of water and gestured vaguely, "Storm kept me up last night, though."

Hassan grabbed his jacket and glanced at the clock- 6:29am. He wondered if Sturge and the others at the dock would find it odd that the sheriff showed up to greet the ferry two days in a row.

He decided he didn't care.

The storm had ravaged Crockett during the night, leaving trees uprooted and shingles strewn across front lawns all over the island. Hassan meandered through the streets toward the docks, watching as the other residents cleaned up the chaos.

The Belle's horn blared across the salty air and the sheriff felt his heart leap into his throat.

"Morning, sheriff!" your voice was like a song as you waved from the cabin of the ferry. You were grinning, hair billowing in the wind as you made your way toward the dock.

"Did you make it back to the mainland before the storm hit?" Hassan held out a hand to help you across the small gap.

"Sure did-" you hopped across the gap and held onto his hand for a moment, "Looks like you guys got hit hard."

Hassan swallowed and glanced down at your hand, still wrapped in his; you smiled and gave it a gentle squeeze before releasing it.

"So, what sort of wonderful attractions can one expect on Crockett while waiting for the ferry departure?" you jogged up the steps next to the sheriff and he laughed.

"Well, I have to head out to the upperds to investigate some dead cats-" He stopped midsentence as he realized what he had just said, "But, uh, obviously that's not very-"

"I'll go with you!" you interrupted him and he blinked in surprise.

"You sure?"

"Kind of a bummer of a date, I'll admit," you smiled as you fell into stride beside him.

Hassan nearly missed a step and desperately hoped you didn't notice.

The upperds were barren, having taken the brunt of the oil spill that rocked the island a few years prior. Local kids used it as a party spot and beer cans and discarded cigarettes could be found strewn about the area after particularly rambunctious weekends.

Hassan knelt in the sand and tossed a pile of seaweed to the side to reveal a mangled cat carcass. It looked as if it had been torn to shreds by an animal of some sort, left barely recognizable as a cat.

"What do you think did it?" you knelt beside him in the sand and he shrugged as he shifted the disfigured corpse with a branch.

"Dunno- sometimes owls will grab a cat but-" he shuddered at the sight of the skull, crushed like paper, "but this...this is much worse than that."

The sheriff jotted a few notes down on a pad of paper and snapped a photo on his phone before slipping it back into his jacket pocket.

"Are all of your days so glamorous, sheriff?" you cast him a wry smile and he grinned.

"Sometimes I even get to give a pretty ferry worker a tour of the island if I'm lucky."

Your face grew warm as Hassan rose to his feet and you followed suit, pausing to dust off the front of your jeans.

"Still got a few hours before the Belle hits the water again- there's a decent diner on Main Street if you wanna grab a bite."

"Are you buying?"

--

"So how did you end up with this gig?" you gestured with a ketchup-dipped french fry as you sat across from the sheriff in the small diner.

"Thought it would be a quiet assignment for Ali and I- get away from the mainland," Hassan stabbed his fork rather forcefully into the pile of greens on his plate as he spoke, "Didn't realize the place was so religious until I was already here."

You sipped your water and stared at Hassan- he was handsome, god was he fucking handsome. All dark hair with flecks of gray and sharp features. His eyes met yours and he cocked an eyebrow.

All you could do was smile back.

"Want me to walk you back to the docks?" Hassan slipped a $20 bill onto the ticket, "It's already getting dark out."

You yawned and stretched your arms above your head, savoring the gentle pull on your muscles. The sheriff bit his lip as he watched your shirt lift slightly to reveal a sliver of flesh above the waistband of your jeans.

The two of you made your way onto the streets in the darkness as the first of the street lights flickered to life.

"Do you always make a point to greet the ferry every morning, sheriff?" your question was pointed and out of the blue- it caught him off guard and he stopped in his tracks.

"No..." he paused to chew his words for a moment, "Not usually."

"Oh," you moved closer to him and his heart hammered in his chest so furiously he was sure you could hear it, "So why today?"

The orange glow of the street lights made your eyes shine as you looked up at him and he felt like his brain was on fire. Before Hassan could stop himself he had your face cupped in his hand and his mouth was on yours.

You leaned into his kiss and he palmed the small of your back, pulling you in close as his lips traveled over yours, committing every inch of them to memory.

When he pulled away he was breathless, panting in the darkness on the sidewalk as the street lights shone above you.

The sound of the Belle's horn snapped you out of your trance and you let out a panicked gasp, "Oh shit- Cap is gonna leave me!"

You turned to head for the ferry, but Hassan grabbed your arm and pulled you into another hurried kiss before releasing you.

You jogged down the hill toward the docks and the sheriff stood beneath the light in the middle of the street, his brain still sparking like a live wire.

"Same time tomorrow?" he called, and the faint sound of your laugh echoed back through the night.

"Count on it, Johnny Law!"

[alaffy]

Only Murders in the Building, Ep. 2x07 - Flipping the Pieces (spoilers)

This will be relatively short.  This episode has less to do with the mystery and more to do with Mabel.  We get a little more insight into her background. Also, she has a long overdue conversation with someone unexpected.  

I will say I must have some Hiram Lodge issues.  Mark Consuelos plays Mabel’s dad in this episode.  It’s a very sad story and yet, all I kept thinking was, “Don’t trust him, Mabel.  It’s a trick.”  

But before I get to Mabel, I’m going to touch briefly on Charles and Oliver.  Detective Williams stops buy with her new child.  Williams knows the two are hiding something.  Charles and Oliver, who clearly don’t understand how sound travels, talk about the knife in the bathroom.  Long story short, they give the knife to Williams as they know she won’t reveal how she got the knife.

As for Mabel, she wakes up in an unknown apartment.  Turns out it’s Theo’s.  He happened to be riding the same subway as Mabel and saw the Glitter Man attack Mabel; trying to grab her bag.  The man manages to grab the bag and run off, but bumps into Theo and looses his security badge for Coney Island.  Meanwhile, Mabel is clearly in shock and so Theo takes her home with him.

Of course, considering their past, Mabel is not thrilled with this.  However, she soon realizes that Theo genuinely wants to help.  So, they go to Coney Island and steal a bunch of employee files.  They also have a heart to heart.  Theo admits to Mabel that he sees Zoe’s death every night because he honestly doesn’t know if she slipped or if he pushed her.

Mabel admits that she learned long ago how to block out traumatic events, as she had blocked out the death of her father.  Apparently, he had stomach cancer and the family concocted a story of why he had to move out of the house to protect seven year old Mabel from the truth.  Of course, that only made the trauma of his death worse as she never got to deal with the idea of his possible death until it was too late.

And, apparently, that is Mabel’s go to for dealing with trauma; she blocks it out.  She’s also afraid that she may have blocked out stabbing Bunny with the needle (it would have been accidental, but still).

Mabel tells Theo that she need to use the restroom and then they’ll head back.  However, when she’s in the restroom, she runs into Glitter Man. She is able to grab his bag (which has her bag) and escape.  However, as she and Theo are driving away, she discovers that Glitter Man took the book of matches out of her purse.  She also discovers a chilling photograph.

Mabel sees that Theo’s dad has been trying to call Theo and Theo refuses to answer.  Mabel realizes that, if she wants to move forward, she needs to remember what happened the night of Bunny’s murder.  And it turns out, Mabel went into her apartment and saw the killer leave.  Bunny had already bee stabbed with the needle and so Mabel is completely innocent.  

Mabel tells Theo about her dad’s death to let Theo know that he shouldn’t keep ignoring his father. That it’s just going to make things worse to pretend something bad didn’t happen or not to deal with the issue between him and his father.  Mabel leaves the car and Theo calls his dad.

Mabel meets up with Charles and Oliver and shows them the photo Glitter Man had.  It’s a photo of Charles and Lucy.  Charles calls Lucy, who just happens to be in his apartment, when there’s a sudden blackout in the city.