#''yeah so i kind of had to kill my boyfriend in an attempt to save the universe...''

[radioactive-yuri]

the thing is that if jonathan sims and sydney sargent met, i do not think they'd get along. it'd be like epic rap battles autism vs. adhd. sydney would take one good look at jon and go "this man has zero sense of whimsy and fun i want him dead" and jon would take one good look at sydney and go "this man is dead. who did this. is he an avatar. i am scared get me out of this fucked up summer camp"

and if jonah magnus and elijah volkov met, it'd be a whole different kind of disaster. it would turn psychosexual before you can say sigmund freud. and they would both be hypocrites about it too just thinking "damn this bitch is crazy. i'm so glad i picked the correct religion, unlike her" about each other the whole time.

but if gertrude robinson and lucille bertuccelli met, it would be the best thing to ever happen to both of them. they would be best friends without ever expressing a single emotion towards each other. if they met, the world might go up in flames, though.

[affableramen]

this is kind of an odd request but yolo. what would happen after a breakup with pantalone or childe and reader immediately (less than a week) after a breakup gets with another harbinger??? tysm🫶🫶

I have quite a vivid idea of how it could happen with Pantalone. I was actually thinking about it quite recently:

When you broke up with Pantalone due to marathon of misunderstanding lately and could not bear him at all, the problem was that the ball neared closely. You were sure you’d spend it with him but that bastard just had to spoil everything – you literally screamed and shouted at him saying he spoiled the ball for you.

But there was a trick up your sleeve you never knew about either. When the ball for Christmas started everyone in Fatui was shocked seeing you enter because the gossips about you breaking up with Regrator spread like disease.

Regrator himself approached you quickly as if you were a mole in the party.

“What are you doing here?” He whispered, so silently that no one could distinguish his words except for you.

“To your knowledge, I have a pair for the ball.”

“Yeah? You? Who would’ve invited… you…” his suave voice faded and a shocked expression spread on his face.

Little did he know when Capitano stood up from behind you, holding your waist carefully but confidently.

“Regrator.” A helm wearing tall man pierced Pantalone with his stoic presence.

“Captain.” Utterly confused, he stood back, a hint of disappointment filled his face. His face became red, and the neck too.

Capitano pulled you away from Regrator and the astonished audience of lowly Fatui employees who also attended the Christmas ball. His appearance was solid and your puffy eyes for a moment were forgotten. As everyone stopped staring at you and fathered around for a dance, you whispered to Capitano with a friendly tone to it:

“Thank you so much for coming. I appreciate it, seriously.”

Capitano hummed and smiled briefly. He knew you didn’t want nor expect anything romantic from him as he was one of your few friends in Fatui, but he immediately rushed saving your dignity and reputation when the other Harbinger put effort to crush it.

Pantalone could not tear his eyes off your dress, hair and makeup for the rest of the night. Although he had a pair too, a rich lady of high standing from Fontainian Fatui family, he attempted to swallow his jealousy but to no avail. The more he gazed at you in the ball, the more he felt like his eyes were going to break and his heart would tighten slightly in his chest. He lost your trust, and now you were paired with the First Harbinger who’d kill him with one hand if he wanted.

And speaking of how it would be with Childe:

It was a sudden and rather inevitable decision that you made. Cheating on your ex-boyfriend with the other Harbinger appeared to be a daunting revenge. But the problem was that you almost never thought the higher ups, except for one, who was pretty much handling his business here and there so you would occasionally bump into him.

Pantalone. Cruel, isn’t it? – you were thinking. Pantalone was Childe’s close friend and it would break his heart, probably. However he broke yours too, so he better not relax too much. One evening you approached the Regrator when he was closing his shift.

“Pants?”

Pantalone was startled at first. Ever since you got together with Tartaglia, you barely spoke to another man outside or working purposes. He raised his eyebrow, confused, but in attempt to not appear mean, he stopped and waited for you to say your thing.

“You’re a good actor.”

“I do not deny it. You need something?” He adjusted his watch, carefully monitoring his time as he was always in a rush, that busy Harbinger. You sighed trying to not make things appear more ridiculous than they actually are. You even brought a hand to your face and said with an utterly exhausted expression:

“I need you to play my boyfriend for a while.”

“Excuse me?” Pantalone’s pokerface shattered and he was on a verge of bursting out laughing.

“Puh-lease? Pants?” You looked at him with puppy eyes and gently tugged on the edge of his shirt.

“I will do something you want in return. Anything.”

“Damn it, woman, why would you need it in the first place?” He wipes his eye that was tearing up from controlled laughter.

“It’s just that I broke up with the damn ginger and I desperately need to make him jealous. You catch my drift?”

“That’s really rich coming from you. But fine, I’ll let you indulge”, he made a typical peacock arrogant expression and circled you over. “Hmm, about what I want back…” he leaned into your face to whisper something delicately. The contents made you shrink.

“What?! No, I won’t ask her this.”

He brought back his pokerface and remove invisible dust from his jacket.

“Then consider it denied.”

Your shoulders slumped down.

“You really need me to ask Arlecchino that? Fuuuuck.” The man lit up his cigarette and looked at you nonchalantly.

“I’m playing your boyfriend for the night, sweetheart, but you’re gonna ask her what I told you.”

When Tartaglia saw you too together, he almost died of heart attack, but Pulcinella sensed that it was an act clearly and pampered him afterwards. Some overthinking happened to him, and by the end of the next week Tartaglia came to your door almost on his knees with lots of gifts and hundreds of “sorries”, trying to put the pieces of your shattered romance back.

[vodika-vibes]

I loved the fic you did with Kix and Keeli as twins! Could you do another one but this time with the focus on Keeli x reader? Maybe fake relationship or kissing to maintain the cover kind of thing? Thanksss❤️❤️

It's Kind Of Cliche

Summary: In an attempt to get your family to stop nagging you about having a boyfriend, you lied to your family about your relationship status. It would have been all well and good, only you’ve been invited to a Family reunion, and you need a boyfriend for a week. Desperate, you turn to Keeli for aid.

Pairing: Captain Keeli x F!Reader

Word Count: 1880

Warnings: Reader is described as having hair long enough to wear in twin buns, reader is described as wearing a dress, Keeli is too hot to handle.

A/N: I'm picturing Keeli in the civilian outfit I listed in the story and I think it's gonna kill me. Send help. Also, @the-bad-batch-baroness come and get your man, he's killing me.

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You stare at the message on your comm with a feeling of dread threatening to overwhelm you. You never expected your bald-faced lie about having a boyfriend to come back and bite you.

You had planned to lie to your family about having a boyfriend, and then in six or so months, tell your parents that he cheated on you and you don’t want to talk about him ever again.

And then no one would mention you and dating in the same sentence ever again, they would have just pitied you and been angry at the imaginary boyfriend.

You didn’t expect your grandparents to host a family reunion. And you definitely didn’t expect your invitation to come with a note that you must bring your boyfriend to meet the family.

And, while you know that an invitation isn’t a summons, but skipping the event would be much, much more annoying than just biting the bullet and going.

The best solution…well, the best solution would be an emergency deployment so you don’t have to deal with the situation, but that’s not gonna happen.

So the easy answer is to admit you lied and take the comments. 

Yeah. You’re not doing that. 

So the only other option, outside of just not going, is to get a fake boyfriend.

You slide your comm back into your pocket and glance around the room. The room is absolutely filled with single, and attractive, men who would agree to be your fake boyfriend for a free home-cooked meal.

Slowly your gaze slides from one side of the room to the other, trying to decide who you want to ask for this favor. Anyone from any other battalion is automatically out, you’re not that confident.

So you’re limited to the men of General Ima-Gun Di’s battalion.

You run down a list of the men in the battalion in your head, trying to decide who might agree to your request. Of course, now that you're limiting yourself to the battalion you’re attached to, there’s only one choice.

The ever-capable, and totally gorgeous, Keeli.

Plus, as a bonus, you consider him a friend.

The fact that you’ve been nursing a crush on him for ages now definitely  didn’t factor into your decision. Not at all.

So, you steel your nerves, and then you hop to your feet to go and find the man who, you hope, will save you from a week of merciless mockery. 

“Keeli!”

You find him outside the barracks, lounging under a tree in only the bottom parts of his armor. He sits up slightly as you approach and says something to the person on the other end of the comm, then he drops his comm to the ground beside him and motions for you to join him.

“Sorry,” You say as you sit on the ground next to him, “I didn’t know you were on a call.”

“You’re fine, it was just my twin. He wanted to tell me about the date he went on last night.” Keeli leans back against the tree, but keeps his gaze locked on your face, “Did you need me for something?”

“Uh…well…I need to ask a favor.”

His eyebrows creep up his forehead, “What kind of favor?”

“My family is hosting a reunion and I need you to come with me.” You pause, and grimace, “Well. Not you specifically, but also it needs to be you because I’m the most comfortable around you.”

He stares at you silently for a moment and then he speaks, “That’s not a hard ask, I’m sure the General will be fine with it. Is it normal for your family to ask people to bring friends to these things?”

“Ahhh…” You avert your gaze sheepishly, and you can feel your face burning, “They…may have the understanding that you’re my boyfriend. Possibly.”

Keeli is completely silent, and you take a chance to look at him. He looks surprised, and more than a little disbelieving. 

Before he can answer, you rush ahead, “It’s only for a week!” You shift so you’re sitting on your knees next to him, almost begging him to come with you, “And-and-and, after we can pretend to have a big nasty break up and you won’t have to do anything more than, like, hold my hand or something—” You’re babbling now, but you can’t seem to make yourself stop.

Keeli stops your babbling by pressing a single finger against your lips, “If I’m going to pretend to be your boyfriend, I’m going to be the best fake boyfriend.” He counters, “So, what’s our story?”

“You’ll do it?” You ask.

The smile he shoots you is tiny, but it’s real. “Yeah, princess. I’ll do it.”

You lightly bat his hand away from your mouth and fling your arms around his neck, “Thank you! Thank you! You have no idea how much this means to me! I’ll find some way to repay you, I swear it!”

Keeli laughs quietly and hooks an arm around you, “Don’t worry about it, Princess. But we do need to have matching stories, don’t we?”

Three weeks later, you’re introducing Keeli to your parents and grandparents at a massive resort that you would have never been able to afford if your parents weren’t paying for the both of you.

Surprisingly, they look like they approve of Keeli. 

Of course, how could they not?

You steal another glance at Keeli, and a small smile lifts your lips. He looks amazing in the civilian clothes that you bought him. The reddish brown button-up shirt he’s wearing matches the dress that you’re wearing, and yet he looks so much better than you do.

With the top two buttons undone, and his sleeves rolled up around his elbows, you can’t look at Keeli without blushing like a lovesick schoolgirl. Curse him and his attractive features, and curse you and your humiliating crush on your Captain.

“Is everyone here family, Princess?” Keeli asks as he slides his arm around your waist to tug you against his side.

“Yeah, pretty much. Both mom and dad have over 7 siblings, and all of them have 4 or 5 kids, and all of those kids are married or engaged with kids of their own.”

“Ah,” You lean your head against Keeli’s shoulder, confident that he’ll support you, as he looks around the crowded garden, “So, are you the odd one out in that you’re not married?” He teases.

You huff and elbow his side, “I’m the baby of the cousins. It’s not my fault that all of my cousins are in the 40s.”

Keeli hums his understanding, “If you like, I can fake a proposal on the last day of the reunion.”

“Please don’t.” You reply immediately, already able to feel your face burning, “I don’t want you to have to feel like you need to keep doing stuff like this.”

He stares at you for a moment, his lips quirking up at one corner, as though he had just heard a hilarious joke and was just waiting to fill you in on the punchline.

“What?”

“Don’t worry about it.” He replies, there’s even amusement in his voice.

You shoot him an odd look, and his small smile blossoms into a wide grin. 

“What, Keeli?”

He lightly taps your nose, “One day, you’re going to look back at today and find it hilarious.”

“You can start making sense any second now.” You mutter as you scrunch up your nose.

“Could, but I’m not. Come on, let’s go meet some people.”

Fifteen minutes later, you’re talking to a pair of drunk uncles. How, exactly, they’re already drunk when the bar has only been open for half an hour is beyond you, but you’re slightly more concerned with how this conversation is going.

“You know,” One of the men says, or slurs, “I kinda thought she paid you to pretend to be her boyfriend.”

Keeli’s smile is very polite, “Oh?”

“Yeah, I mean…look at her.” He gestures to all of you, and you scowl, offended.

“I look fine, Uncle.”

“Nah, you don’t. That dress looks awful on you.” Your other uncle says, and you glance down at the dress.

“I…does it?” You ask, with a glance towards Keeli.

“I think you look great.”

“You don’t have to lie to her, boy. She’s hardly a supermodel—”

Keeli cuts them off before they can continue, but the damage has already been done. You can’t seem to stop brushing your hands down the material of your dress, or anxiously touching your hair. 

He ushers you away from the crowds of people, and catches your hands as you reach up to try and adjust your twin buns, “Hey, you look amazing.”

“They’re right though. I’m not—”

Keeli sighs heavily, and the next thing you know his lips are pressed against yours. The kiss starts chaste, but as you reach up to press your hand against his cheek and lean into the kiss, he wraps his arms around you and tugs you closer. 

He breaks the kiss before you want him to and presses his forehead against yours. His dark eyes scan your face and then he grins, “Princess,”

“Hm?”

“I’m going to kiss you again.”

“Yes, please.”

This time, when he kisses you there’s nothing chaste about it as he backs you up so you’re pressed against a tree. One of his hands settles low on your back, his warm fingers playing with the exposed skin of your back. His free hand slides up your side to press against the back of your neck, holding you to him.

This time when he breaks the kiss so the both of you can gasp for breath, he keeps his lips hovering just over yours. “So,” Keeli breathes out, “Princess, about this fake dating thing—” He trails off as he catches your lips with his one more time.

“Perhaps,” You murmur against his lips, “We can adjust?”

“You’re reading my mind, Princess.” Keeli murmurs, “You being my real girlfriend is going to make sleeping in bed next to you so much more enjoyable.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He kisses you again, and the only reason he stops is when someone clears a throat nearby.

“I’m sure the pair of you are having a good time,” Your mother says with a wide grin, “but the family would like to meet your young man, darling.”

Keeli’s forehead falls to your shoulder with an uttered oath in Mando’a and you have to muffle your giggles, “Um…yeah, Mom. We’ll be just a minute.”

“You have five. If you’re not out in five, I’m sending the little ones in with water guns.”

“Threat received,” Keeli replies, his voice muffled by your shoulder, “It won’t be necessary.”

“Good.” You watch your mother leave, and Keeli finally lifts his head from your shoulder, there’s something heated in his gaze and you lightly clutch at the front of his shirt.

“Later,” Keeli promises, “We’ll finish this later.”

“Promise?”

“God himself couldn’t stop me,” Keeli replies.

And you release a breathless giggle, “I’ll hold you to that, Captain.” You lightly brush your lips against his jaw, and then push him a step back. “You ready?”

“For today to be over, absolutely.” He replies, and then he takes your hand, “Come on, mesh’la. Let’s get today over with.”

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[idioticidoms]

Benders Over Silverlake pt.3

|Schlatt x Afab!reader x Ted Nivision|

Summary: The morning after Ted's was brutal. You know what could soften the emotional turmoil? A coffee date with your asshole of an ex-boyfriend!

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: alc mentioned, mutual yearning, more sexy wrist grabbing (tm) lamenting by the sea, swearing. 18+, minors dni

((part 3 is out sooner than part 2! it is coming i swear! but yeah for ny schlatt girlies out there, this one's for u))

The morning after Ted’s party was a rude awakening. In a vain attempt to fight off your hangover, you decided to take a walk in your neighborhood. Walking has always been a pleasant pastime of yours. It's nice to remember that you're not alone in the world, to revel in the kindness of strangers. Magnolia trees lined your neighborhood sidewalk scattered their white petals before you. Everything that happened from the night before was dizzying, a fuzzy pink blur. The ghost of a kiss lingered on your lips as a dubious memory. If Ted was only willing to kiss you drunk, then he wasn't willing to kiss you at all…so you concluded. Vino veritas be damned.

The soft California sunlight bathed your skin, the warmth reminding you for a brief moment the many lazy Sunday mornings spent at Schlatt's. Schlatt had a habit of kissing your sun lit shoulder to gently stir you awake. Despite what he believed, it wasn't the tenderness of his kiss that encouraged you to wake up but rather the playful tickling of his facial hair. Those languid mornings feel spiteful in the wake of their memory.

Like eerie clockwork, your phone buzzed with a notification. You knew who it was before even checking. Schlatt's texts, even when you were dating, have always been brutally concise.

"coffee here?"

Nice to know old habits die hard. You sighed, mentally sizing up the pros and cons of meeting up with your crude ex-boyfriend. Were you the kind of person who could be friends with their ex? Was Schlatt the kind of guy who could manage being cordial for two minutes? There's only one solid way to find out. Plus, you’ve been meaning to try that new coffee place anyways. 

"sure. see you in 45."

Schlatt's punctuality threw you off guard. He arrived earlier than you did, already sitting at the only halfway decent table waiting on his order. You walked over to sit your purse down before going to place your order, but you felt his hand tug lightly at your wrist. 

"Already ordered for you."

"You remember what I like?"

Schlatt smirks slightly, almost to himself.

"You're a consistent person."

His compliment hung dryly, but still you sat down. Schlatt looked annoyingly handsome. Dark eyes glistening, soft hair begging to be touched. Schlatt’s handsomeness had the recurring quality of pissing you off.

"Thanks for inviting me." you said, nodding a thank you to the waitress as she set down your coffees.

"Thanks for coming." 

"Chuckle week treating you kindly?"

He laughs. The sight of it almost kills you. Lips crinkling his perfect face into an even more perfect sight.

"Relatively. How's Ventura?"

"I live by the ocean so there's literally no problems in my life ever." 

"Is that so? Sounds like bullshit." The foam of his latte paints his mouth a bit too erotically for your liking. It took too much strength to avert your gaze as he licked it off. 

"Hot surfers and salty air cure any woe." You said, trying to muster a sarcastic tone to save face. 

Schlatt rolled his eyes at you, unimpressed. The playful banter rolls on, switching topic to topic, trading insults for sweeter injuries. The hours trudge by, feeling as comforting as those lost Sunday mornings.

After you’ve both drained at least two coffees, the conversation dies down. Comfortable silence looms over impending unasked questions. No one is really sure who asked who, but at some point you found yourself in the passenger seat of Schlatt's audacious rental car. You typed in an address, then off the car sped. 

Drives with Schlatt are always serene. Despite the many times his driving nearly killed the both of you, you missed these drives. You missed the smell of his truck’s leather seats, the rosary that hung from the rear view mirror. The drive was relatively quiet, with the exception of a few of your backseat driving complaints. Alongside the canyon road, you rolled down your window for a brief moment. Schlatt turned his head slightly to look at you puzzled.

"God bless the Santa Ana winds." You smiled, feeling the breeze whip your hair around aimlessly.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could've sworn you saw him gazing at you. Was it a fluke?

The GPS spat the car out in the middle of Harbor Cove beach. He parked, you gathered whatever random sweaters he left in the trunk. As though it were routine, you both headed towards the beach.

Golden hour illuminates Schlatt's face with a beautiful orange tint. His sunglasses glinted down towards you as you slipped into his old sweater and out of your shorts.

"What are you doing?" Schlatt asked, his tone more curious than accusatory. 

"Gonna dip my feet in the ocean."

His expression is difficult to read, so you don't bother. Not daring to look back at that unrelenting face, you scurry off to the shore/ The waves break just before your feet, scattering the sweet cool ocean water around you. The seagulls caw an old familiar song. The ocean has greeted you once more.

This kind of life wouldn't have been possible with Schlatt, you reasoned as you sunk further into the cotton of his sweater. The fabric envelops you, guarding you from the thrilling cold. A moment of soft peace is found for a moment. The ocean, Schlatt's lingering cologne of pine trees and soft musks. It feels tangibly bittersweet, because the small hope of more that would've popped up if you weren;t exes was cruelly shattered by the fact that you were. But hope is sticky. It causes you to daydream about that impossible future. More drives around Ventura, more dinners by the harbour, more secret kisses accompanied by the swell of the sea. No doubt there would be endless complaints about California and its litany of ridiculous expenses, damned liberals and horrid drivers. But if Schlatt stayed, it meant he loved you. Really, really loved you.

You took a moment to gather yourself before heading over to see the infuriating gorgeous man once more. To your surprise, you notice his face is hidden by a camera. It doesn't look like the traditional Youtuber(TM) vlogging camera, rather something a bit more antique. You decide not to question it. Your footsteps feel heavy as they trudge through the beach sand. He departs from his camera when he notices you're standing right in front of him.

"Ready to go?" You smiled.

"Nice underwear."

You try to refuse the blush that wishes to dust your face, but it’s in vain.

"Dinner?" Schlatt said, tilting his head.

With a face like that, how could you possibly refuse?

But you thought about Ted. You thought about the idea of having dinner with your blissfully handsome ex-boyfriend. The sun was almost done setting. Who knows what could be possible when the night came? You’ve had enough emotional turmoil this week, so you decided. 

“Another Chuckle week. Can you take me home?”

You see his face drop slightly, so subtle you’re not entirety sure it even happened. He nodded. 

"Sure."

The drive back is calm, noticeably a little bit slower. Schlatt in domesticity is always a man of little words, but of action. He didn’t say any of his burning questions, but he did open the car door for you as he pulled back into your apartment. He did carry your purse for you as he walked you to the door. The few words he did speak as he bid you farewell haunted you for the rest of the night. 

“I missed this.”

[idontplaytrack]

Aj x Reader, reader is Dylan’s sister? Truth or dare? Some kind of party game leads to a confession of feelings but reader has a boyfriend? I want some angst lol

✧ Fall Into Me

AJ Campos x fem! reader

Warnings: mature themes, MDNI. angst, coarse language, quarrelling, underage drinking, attempted/sexual assault.

AJ wishes she could turn back the clock to save reader.

All eyes were on AJ the second she walked into school. Many did a double-take, buzzing about who she was. The girl was no longer dressed the way you knew her to be for as long as you’ve known her. Ten years. Also, you came back to school without your best friend. She’d ended the friendship with you. The summer ended painfully, with more heartbreaks than one. All because of one game.

~~~~~

“Why don’t you want to go to the party? Stacey’s parties are always fun!” Dylan asks. “I don’t like parties, Dyl.” You told him, calmly. Unlike his current mood— he was desperately trying to get you out of the house.

“Come on, you love going to parties with me, y/n.”

You sigh, tempted to agree, but something was holding you back. Or rather, someone. Should you tell Dylan? No, he’d kill ya.

“y/n, you’d be home alone and that’s so boring.” Dylan continues, “You literally told me you hated being home alone.”

You huffed, “Fine. Fine. I’ll go.” You got off the couch, plugging your phone in on the way to your room. “That’s more like it.” Dylan exclaimed. “We’re gonna get so wasted tonight.” You laughed, then sighed while you entered your room and shut the door. You put on the first outfit you saw then proceeded to do your makeup. “We’re leaving in an hour!” Dylan knocks on your door.

“Alright!” You replied loudly.

After getting changed, you went back downstairs. Mainly to check your phone. You had a few missed calls from your boyfriend so you called him back.

“Where are you?”

You flinched at how fast he answered your call.

“At home.”

“Then what took you so long to answer my calls?”

“What? I left my phone on silent and it was charging downstairs but I was up—”

“Don’t give me excuses. You know I—”

“y/n!” Dylan called for you.

“I gotta go, I’ll meet you soon, bye.” You cut him off and hung up.

Putting your phone down, you ask, “Yeah?”

“Stacey says we can go over earlier if we want. So, you wanna?”

“Uh, actually. I’m gonna meet you there. I kinda promised Xander I’d meet him for a bit.”

“Since when? You said you had nothing to do all weekend— and that he was out of town.”

“Maybe he came back early, I dunno.” You shrug, “I’ll be at Stacey’s as soon as I can, alright?”

“You’d better show up, y/n.”

“I will, promise.”

Hurriedly grabbing your purse off the hook, you shove your wallet and keys inside it then left the house with your phone in hand. You walk to a secluded park near home— where Xander was waiting for you. Impatient, antsy…his frame was trembling as his fists were balled up on either of his sides. You had half a mind to run away and just stay home until it was time to go to the party for Dylan, but another part of you went ahead and approached him.

“Xander.” You said, coming up behind him.

“Took you long enough.” He scoffs.

“I literally came here as soon as I called you back.”

“Lose the attitude.”

“What do you want from me?”

“What I want is for you to get this fact into your head. You’re mine. You don’t go around getting kissed, hanging out with your people.”

“My people?” You shot him a bewildered look. He glares at you displeased. You gulped, inching away timidly.

“Who’s this girl kissing you?” He immediately shows you a picture on his phone.

“That— that’s Stacy. Our student body president. She has a boyfriend. My brother.”

“Some girlfriend she is just going around kissing people.”

“It was my birthday. It was pose, nothing more. Her boyfriend is literally in the picture.” You told him, biting back a scoff.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” He snarled, hands gripping onto your shoulders.

You seethed, squirming to free yourself from his grip.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

You shrug. He always apologizes but never meant it— it’ll happen again. And again, and again.

“Then this?”

“That’s my brother Dylan, Xander.” You said flatly, tired. “He hugged me, because I got him something he’s been wanting a long time for his gift.”

“Fine. Sorry.”

“Whatever, can we just get to the party?”

“Ew, I don’t want to go to some lame party of yours.” He scoffs, “Come on, get in the car.” His hand ran up your side. “No.” You told him firmly. Your words fall on deaf ears, his hand nearly cupping your breast.

You slapped him, “What the fuck!”

“You bitch! What was that for?” He shrieked, holding his cheek. Xander lunged at you, hand grabbing your neck, “How dare you hit me?”

He pushes you to the ground before you could say anything else. Then, he huffs and got into his car, driving off. “Fuck you.” He shouts as he drove off.

You help yourself off the ground, dusted yourself off and went on your way to Stacy’s— in tears. But checking your neck to make sure there was no bruising. There was redness, which you hurriedly covered up with the makeup left in your purse as you walked the distance to the party.

Making sure the red marks were covered, you rung the doorbell. “Hey! Come on in, girl!” Stacy immediately hugs you as per usual.

“Hey.” You give her a forced smile, hoping she couldn’t tell.

“You know where everything is. Make yourself at home, drink up, eat up— we’re gonna play a game soon.”

“A g-game?”

“Spin the bottle.” Stacy grins, “In the den.”

By the time you got to the den, you were a little tipsy since you chugged the drinks. Desperate to forget the earlier events with Xander. “Just the person we’ve been waiting for.” Dylan announces, “Sit down, join the circle. Let’s get that bottle spinning.”

You were praying that empty beer bottle doesn’t stop at you. And it was going smoothly. But soon came your turn, so you had no choice but to spin it. It lands on AJ. Tipsy, tipsy AJ. Grinning, about god knows what. Was she happy that you made the bottle land on her?

Rules were, you had to kiss whoever the bottle stopped at. So, you did. Xander wasn’t here anyway…so who was stopping you from having a little fun. It was just a kiss, right? The moment your lips met hers, you felt a spark, a fluttering in your chess that made you feel giddy. No, no, no. Shit. You couldn’t feel this way. You shouldn’t be feeling like this.

“I like you.” She whispers.

You froze, somehow or other, your heart was happy. Relieved and scared. All at once. Then, you slowly broke away from the kiss before it got too heated. “I have a boyfriend.” You said apologetically, “I’m sorry.”

That look in her eyes, it broke your heart. You felt terrible. AJ was a really nice person. She didn’t know, because Xander wanted to keep things lowkey. She was a pretty close friend of yours too. You could’ve told her sooner because she wouldn’t have told anyone that you were dating someone already. She has never let out any of your secrets, and never will. But, it was Xander. He’d find out you told someone, somehow. And you’d be his punching bag. You didn’t want that.

“Sorry.” AJ’s apology pulls you out of your thoughts.

The rest of the night went by uneventfully, until you got home and were in bed. You’d received a text from AJ, asking if she could give you a call. You called her first and it takes her awhile, but she answers eventually.

“y/n, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay, it’s my fault. I should’ve just told you sooner.”

“I’ve been sitting here thinking for a bit. I don’t think we can be friends anymore. Because I don’t think my feelings for you will be dying down anytime soon. I can’t hate you and I never will. I don’t want to make things weird for you. Or your boyfriend. Goodbye, y/n.”

You’d barely processed her words before the dial tone was heard. “Shit!” You cursed, throwing your phone across the room. Well, that night? Ended in tears for you. You cried yourself to sleep, muffling the noise with a pillow.

~~~~~

Six weeks later, AJ gets woken up from her slumber by a call from an unknown number.

“Hello, may I speak to AJ Campos?”

“You are.” AJ answered, clearing her throat, “Who is this?”

“I’m calling from Keck Hospital of USC. You were listed as y/n y/l/n’s emergency contact.”

“What?” The blood instantly drained from her face, “What happened to her?”

“She came into the ER with a head injury claiming she fell because she was drinking. But upon further examination, we found that she’d been sexually assaulted.” The nurse explained, “She said we could tell you. The local authorities are also on their way here to find out more about what happened, but if you would like to come over and see her—”

“I-I’m on my way. Bye.” AJ hung up and scurried out of bed, hurrying downstairs to her car and just drove off in her pyjamas.

“Please be okay.” AJ kept repeating to herself as she drove, “I can’t lose you.” Just like that, she’d forgotten why she even tried to distance herself in the first place. Regretting the fact that she ignored you in class when you asked for help on the trig worksheet. She chokes on a sob, “Why wasn’t I nicer to you? Why did I have to—”

After driving for a damn long time, AJ finally arrives at the hospital. Hastily parking her car in the rather empty parking lot, she rushes through the automated doors, asking the front desk which room you were in. “She’s still in the ER. To your left, bed 11. The SVU detectives are with her now. So you may want to wait outside.” AJ ran to look for you, stopping outside the hospital room like they’d told her to. She couldn’t bear to listen to the details— she couldn’t stomach it. As much as she felt that sickening feeling in her stomach, she also felt so angry. Who would do this to someone? Someone as sweet as you? She wishes it was at just a bad dream. But no, it was so very real.

AJ sat in the plastic chair leaning forward, head buried in her hands. Waiting, and waiting. She hears you talking to the detective indistinctly, your voice getting quieter and quieter, then you started to cry. Shit. That sound crushed her heart.

AJ hears them leave the room, she looks up, meeting the sympathetic eyes of the detectives. She got up and walked into the room immediately. You were a wreck the moment you saw her, wanting nothing more than a hug from her. She gave it to you, that hug you’ve been longing for. It always made you feel better. But not so much now, maybe you just missed her.

“I should’ve just left him,” You started, “I should’ve left. I’m so stupid.”

“Honey, don’t say that. It’s not your fault.”

“Isn’t it though? I knew he was hurting me but I couldn’t do it— I couldn’t leave. I was so scared, AJ. I couldn’t do it, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have stayed on.”

“Baby, please don’t say that. It’s not your fault. Please.”

“Someone showed Xander a photo of us at the party during the game.” You continued to talk through tears, “He got so mad...”

“Xander did this?!” AJ’s voice came out louder than anticipated. You flinched and cried harder. “Shit, y/n. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” She apologizes profusely, rubbing your back.

“I told them. I told the police already, I couldn’t take it anymore. I told them everything.” You hung onto her even more tightly, tears seeping into her baggy t-shirt endlessly. One you bought her several years ago.

“They’ll get him, okay, baby?” AJ whispers, “They’ll get him. You’re safe here, alright?”

“I can’t go home, AJ.” You gasped, getting into a coughing fit and she broke away just in case. “I can’t go home. My parents will be so disappointed in me. Disgusted by me…I don’t want to tell them about it, AJ.”

Since you were of age, your parents weren’t notified. So far, AJ was the only person who knew other than the police— who you’ve also told to not inform your parents. Thankfully, they agreed and you could only hope it stayed that way. It was going to be a long night ahead. They still had to do a kit, which took quite awhile. But you knew they had to do it, they needed to get the DNA evidence against your abuser. You cried for AJ to stay with you, feeling absolutely terrified. She agreed to without hesitation, staying with you and letting you hold onto her hand to divert the pain away.

————

Hours later, you were in AJ’s car, half asleep as she begins the drive to her own apartment. You were terribly exhausted but fighting sleep. You were so on the edge, worried and anxious about something happening. About somehow seeing Xander show up.

“You’re safe with me. Close your eyes. I’m right here with you.” AJ says, turning the volume of the radio down.

“You said close your eyes

Don't look down

Fall into me and I'll catch you, darlin'

We'll dance in the street like nobody's watching

It's just you and me and the song on repeat in my head”

You fell asleep to that song softly playing through the speakers, giving into the exhaustion. You knew you were safe with AJ— like always. She softly nudged you awake once you two arrived at her apartment building. You jolted awake, but quickly realised where you were and who you were with. “Let’s go, we’re here.” She gets out of the car, shut her door and went over to your side to help you out. AJ was apprehensive, but she eventually wrapped an arm around you fully seeing that you were comfortable with it. You simply followed her lead without saying a word…what could you possibly say anyway?

Quietly shutting the front door, she leads you to her room, asking if you wanted to take a shower. You said yes and she got you a towel and clothes to change into afterwards. She leaves you alone, but in the meantime, you also got a glass of water ready along with the medications the doctor said you could take. She puts them on the nightstand, then she paced her room for awhile, thinking and thinking. Feeling herself getting angrier. She huffs, sitting down on her bed eventually. The bathroom door was left ajar, and she hears a bottle drop. You screamed and started crying. Could she walk in there? She didn’t want to upset you any further.

She stood directly behind the door, knocking softly, “It’s okay, y/n. You’re alright.” AJ hears the sound of the bottle being put back on the shelf, but you continued crying. She doesn’t stop you— you needed some form of release for the hell that was tonight.

Thirty minutes later, you walk out from the bathroom. Freshly showered but still feeling absolutely dirty. You’d nearly scrubbed your skin raw…your head was throbbing and you were starving. But you couldn’t eat. You felt too sick to eat, scared that you’d just throw everything up. “Take the pills on the nightstand.” She nudged you gently, “Are you hungry? Do you feel like eating something?”

You quietly shook your head, “I feel sick. I can’t.” You sat down on her bed carefully, reaching for the pills on the small table. You swallowed them with the water one at a time and put the glass down, staring blankly into space…your mind was racing.

“Hey.” She sits down next to you, “Let’s get some sleep, okay? Come on.”

You crawled under the covers and laid down on your back. AJ wanted to leave, letting you take the whole bed. “Will you stay with me?” You asked meekly.

She stops in her tracks, turning around, “If that’s what you want, of course.”

“Thank you.” You looked at her, then away and shut your eyes.

“You’ll be okay. I’ll take care of you.” That was the last thing you heard before you fell asleep, “I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

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Magus Thoughtdump - Dancing / Witchcraft / Clothes

I like it when my man has hobbies. Like dancing.. and witchcraft.

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Dance

I occasionally save videos of guys dancing on tiktok, thinking that it would be neat if Magus could dance like that too.

A lot of the videos involve some dudes with big ass muscles and when I save them I think

"His body doesn't look like that.. but the moves are cool. I'm saving this for him."

"Inaccurate body but nice moves"

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I like to think of them as additions to his personal bucket list of things to learn when I'm not around. He can practice while staring at me too. Yeah, I see him multi-tasking in that sense.

The Tumblr did mention he is a fast learner, so I see him picking up new moves pretty quick. I mean, those tiktok dancers dish out videos everyday.. that's insane. They make it look easy.

I imagine it's the same way with him, somewhat.

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I do headcanon that my Magus already has some experience with dancing before I met him.

The YB Tumblr began on 2019 so I do headcanon that Magus met me around that time. I only met him around 2021 so he had two years to watch me in a one-sided fashion.

Back in 2019 I did enjoy cosplay and dance videos so I imagine that he took the effort to try to learn how to do those things in his free time.

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Question : What if he downloads the dance in his brain?

I do like to think of Magus having a learning curve, like he has to try it before he gets the hang of it. I like the idea of him taking the effort to experiment and feel it out instead of just automatically uploading and knowing how to do it.

To be fair, he is adaptable and fast learner and dedicated so his learning curve is faster than normal.

I see the process going like-

He sees the video and tries to copy it. The first few attempts would be messy, clunky.. and probably really cringe. But with practice, his moves gets better and he eventually pulls it off.

Something like this would be like a first draft.. probably a second and third too. It could also just be a form of interpretative dance he does for fun without practice.

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Witchcraft

This ramble was inspired by this Tiktok video.

Peter canonically does have a shrine of us so witchcraft is something I could feasibly see a Boyfriend doing. I headcanon that my Magus does that too.

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Before meeting me, I headcanon that he has tried ALL KINDS of stuff to get us together. Look.. when your lover lives in a whole other realm, you gotta try things that are straight up otherworldly to keep them. Listen, it makes sense.

Also he is canonically a product tester so I do see him testing all kinds of spells and rituals and shit before I met him.

I see him having an extra laptop that runs a whole playlist of witchy videos 24/7. Probably includes stuff like prayers for health, peace of mind, manifestations, affirmations, love spells, protections and stuff to ward of evil and all that.

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On the more extreme end, game YB can't actually truly die even if you kill him. Tumblr YB self harms and offers to hurt himself terribly for you without any hesitation. And there's his fixation on blood.

I think the witchcraft he did before we officially met is probably pretty grimdark. If it's not straight up killing stuff on the altar, with his tendency to self harm I wouldn't be surprised if he did some extreme ritual like

"Dig out your own organs, put it on an altar and write chants in your blood 100 times"

Which he could pull off since he technically cant die.

He is more focused on spending time with me nowadays though and I would rather he treated his body like it won't just respawn forever.

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When I first started hyperfixating on him back in 2021, Magus gave me a lot of deity worship vibes. 

He gave the impression that he had shrines and prayers and offerings and whole ass rituals dedicated to me. That includes body pillows, love dolls, posters, mannequins, all of that.

I wouldn't be surprised if he decorated his whole house based on his love for me.

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He started giving more witchy vibes instead of deity worship vibes as I spent more time in the fandom.

We have been together for a while now, so the nature of his spells and rituals are kinda different than before we met or compared to our first few months together.

I like to think he is less reckless with the more violent or self destructive practices. He probably still does some dark arts but not to the extent he used to before we got more steady with each other.

I think a lot of it is because I'm more actively involved with him now, like making art and writing and being active in the fandom. So I see him paying more attention to me and the people I'm interacting with and less time allocated to witchy stuff.

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Old witchy headcanons of Magus on Twitter

Sorcerer AU - #sorcerer au

There's between 5-10 fic posts in this tag so yeah.. the lore/character building is there.

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Clothes

I will admit, I have put him in A LOT of outfits over time. His closet must be pretty big. Oh, my metrosexual husband~

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He definitely has the Tumblr YB trait where he will cherish every gift you give him so.. unfortunately I do see Magus having a big ass closet with all the outfits I have edited him in.

If we do get together I personally prefer him in simple clothes unless we are going out somewhere fancy like his Sunday best or whatever. A lot of his clothes will just be there gathering dust for the most part.

He would spend time to dust them off and maintain them the way he polishes his bottle caps, However he would spend most of his time on me generally so I do see his clothes getting neglected.

I have thought about clothes rental as a side income but .. nah he's not sharing.

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Question : Would he ask you which outfit you would like to see him in?

Listen.. I'm terrible at making decisions. Having to choose between A and B would stress me out. 

I see him picking an outfit on his own. Or if I tell him I'm in the mood for a specific look, he will just wear that. I headcanon he wearing simple clothes for the most part. Tshirt and shorts, the usual.

If we don't go out, he's just in his underwear.. or naked. His birthday suit is the best suit :))

..Hygiene may be a factor though, so maybe underpants.. or booty shorts.

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Skin Colour

Most of the videos on my Magus-tok show him.. being white. And it's like.. I kinda wish my feed showed more videos of people doing stuff like this but like.. with melanin? He's grey, not white.

I see his skin colour being closer to this tbh.

(Get your shit together, algorithm)

[saltyr3mix]

Okay someone asked about Winnie in your AUs could I ask about another character?? Maybe Sara?

sure! I'm assuming you want the same format where it's just explaining the sort of role she plays in each au? I think she appears less than Winnie but when she does she plays a stronger role.

To learn from the tragedies: she's just a girl. Shes a bit pushy but that's because she's stressed and fear is influencing s lot of her decisions. (Some one else also might be influencing her decisions in a bit tho) i think the plan is to have her redeemed by the end.

Shattered dreams: uhhh she dies in the end if? That's about it.

I will make them create my world: has the world's most tragic sob story of all time and she was angry about it so she cursed the world to have other people face just as bad a fate she had because she's petty like that.(I only jest about this because I still haven't actually figured out what her tragic backstory is, only that there is one)

Swap au/Skating in silence: she takes Oliver's role and is just tried. Some one let her go home. She doesnt want to be here. She wants her friends back but ends up with a tv on her head with only the hope that maybe her ex boyfriend will be looking for her because every single other person she knows is dead.

One shots/you'll live until I die: she killed people. Ussaly feels bad about it. Possessed by litho during the time most of these fics take place. The Refer to themselves as a singular entity Sara definitely was the one most likely to get redeemed but the others are just sort of there. Doing my best to follow cannon.

Steven universe au: she's a pink diamond in yellows role. She uses her healing powers to preform really crazy experiments in an attempt to save their kind. She's doing what she thinks is helping, but she lacks empathy for the ones she's hurting in the process. Also just kinda crazy.

Superhero au: FINALLY I SWEAR U DINT AKWAYS MAJE HER A VILLAIN GUYS!!! she did like- not bat an eye to the child experimentation and torture and was ready to straight up kill Glitch with out knowing it was Oliver at some point but she learns and has some charter development. When Error starts switching places at stuff she starts to realize her mistakes in her faith to the hero organization but can't find the courage to say it. If error was replaceable who's to say she isn't? Lewis is a little more empathic but she's the rational one most of the time and the pair do their best to save people but can save everyone so it looks bad on them that all the shit that happened to the acrimonies could be traced back to their neglect but their human and didn't know what to do you can't really blame them. Any way her hero name is Pulse and she can control peoples blood!!! :D

Here lies the burried masks: this in my opinion is the most villainous and messed up version of her. Just thinking about some of the stuff she does makes *me* sick. But she also has a reason for it that hasn't been explained yet. Really really really tough backstory that gathers a lot of sympathy to understand her actions but not excuse them. I also love her? She's so fun to write. She's so bonkers it's awesome.

Secret au/Oc au: So. With Winnie it was easier to explain because I have full control of him at all times and I play him. With Sara we kinda pass her around like a doll! We both play her and so she's a little silly type of inconsistent. Uhhhhh I think the major thing about her thats differ from cannon is we accidentally wrote litho out of au. We weren't sure if we wanted him there or not and kept being really vague about it. So he's not there any more? But Sara also isn't.... Evil? Well she's a murderer and a mastermind and most recent interaction was bringing a knife to a fist fight with a 15 year old from another dimension and then breaking his soul so hard he became 3 different people. (That was actually more Winnie's and slightly his sister's fault)

BUT ANYWAY SARA! yeah a lot of character in this au stems just off interactions with others. She and clove had a dynamic. She and joy have a particular dynamic I think. One of my favorite scenes in the whole au is just straight up gaslighting Eric and Lewis. Wiatts dead so I think that's another thing sorta different from cannon is that she won. And so she has a lot more if a ego and is a little more reckless cause there isn't anyone opposing her at the moment.

Maze au: (sorry I forgot about this one with Winnie. Haven't decided where he would be yet only that he's 10000% a half angel and would have been a terrible person to be stuck in the maze with) ANYWAY MAZE AU MAZE AU MAZE AU?!!?! I like the Minecraft series "The outsiders smp" a normal amount I swear- but!!! What would happen if all the wtdw cast were put into a clearing together!!! I don't have a lot of details but I have Sara's design and I love her. She's a half demon who got sentenced to the maze for the murder of three of her co-workers who had been harassing her for years. She's not even all that upset about it. She feels guilty and like she deserves to be there once she gets her memories about it back, but before then she's one of the more energetic faces in the clearing. She says she's a runner and will take maze trips occasionally but does more help in the clearing leading and organizing everything.

Andddddddddd i think that's all the Sara's at the moment? If anyone has any specific aus they want to hear more in agian just shoot me an ask!

I have like 4 other similar ones in my box rn and I'm looking forward to sharing! And I'm glad you guys are liking my aus! But don't be discouraged not to send stuff. I love y'all's asks and plan to answer all of them! It just takes a while!

[onlyvinegar]

time to reveal my dirty secret

I've been complaining about the S5 finale for three months without actually having watched it. To be fair I did mean to do it ages ago, but S5 really hasn't been bringing me a lot of joy after "Elation", and I kept putting it off.

Let's remedy that, shall we

"Adrien says Nathalie was always kind to him" *looks at S1-4* yeah about that

This is THE finale, you don't have to try and shove tonally jarring attempts at comedy into it. This is serious. It's fine to treat it as serious

there is an essay to be written about Adrien and the rings controlling his life, but suffice it to say that his literally going "I'm too emotional to be a hero" is a recall of that one scene in "Simon Says" and dear lord this is not flattering for the writers

THE MOTHERFUCKERS HAD THE AUDACITY TO POINT OUT THAT PLAGG COULD HAVE BROKEN HIM OUT WITHOUT REVEALING CAT NOIR. JESUS CHRIST. HOW DARE.

no lie Nathalie is kickass here though

not Ladybug hanging out in her boyfriend's room and then casually observing his father's assistant skulking around the house with a medieval weapon

yeah Plagg, IA about your assession of how Zoé looks in that photo

I expect Mylene posesses no electronics of any sort and is of course also boicotting the tablets in school

Did Plagg and Alya ever meet?

Gabriel, you've already had at least one human killed for Emilie's sake, that plea isn't running here

there is legitimately the argument to be made that Marinette made the choice of not calling on Cat Noir the moment Gabriel reminded her about Adrien's presence in all of this

The real crime is how criminally low the tension is here. Every point that might make things difficult is just instantly remedied. The Hero Team turning on Ladybug? Nah, Alya talks them out of that in three seconds. The world being turned into evil drones? NP, we've got random heroes all over the world ready to sort that out!

Genderbending Batlady what did they do to you

It occurs to me that there should have been at least one previous show-down between a fully powered LB and a fully powered Monarch before this one

A president? what do you mean the mayor of Paris isn't the head of state???

Giving our heroes access to unlimited powers was not a good call on behalf of your battle dynamics, my friends (still not over how cheap those unlimited powers were)

I know they're trying to sell him as a loving family man but all I'm seeing is familicide candidate no. 26915. What he has isn't empathy, it is extreme entitlement to a woman's love

I know it's not on purpose but it feels pretty telling that his flashbacks of baby Adrien are with Emilie only, not with himself. Compare to the film, where it's either all three together, or Gabriel and Adrien alone. Shut up. You have done nothing but demonstrate that your interest in that boy's well-being extends only as far as he fits into your vision of the perfect world.

One of the things that genuinely had me excited this season was Nathalie finally turning on Gabriel, but the thing that didn't is this insistence that she's been as good as a mother to him all along, as if we didn't see the previous four seasons.

Remind me to write something about how a show so insistent on optimism can be so bloody fatalistic about people's ability to change

we don't talk enough about Plagg and Tikki's hug

...I am not amused by Marinette suddenly adressing him with his first name

the ONLY thing I was looking forward to in this episode was Adrien materialising out of the light and Marinette kissing his forehead ;_;

Imagine being me, having spent three hours in a meeting about how the municipal administration is denying political visions about education because the moneys must be saved somehow, coming back to this tale about how a woman with no prior party affiliation was successfully elected mayor after a three day campaign and transformed Parisian infrastructure in a matter of weeks

Brain-washed her electorate and the teaching staff too, if the entire public school system is now Montessori

why are they cheering over a talkshow interview

First: I Am Not Amused By Him Fingering Those Rings Like Daddy Did When Giving Orders

Second: Gabriel's hands are like twice his size, how many times a day do those rings slip off his fingers? post reply in tags,

I'll give them one thing: possible amok order aside, this is the only adrinette moment this season that genuinely touched my heart

The Hero Team is like 60% of the reason why I'm very on the fence about whether I'll be giving S6 a try but not gonna lie, my stony heart melted a little at seeing Argos' purple visage

If only I'd know for sure that it would be about the Felix-Tomoe showdown we deserve

[maguro13-2]

Darkness Reborn ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Final Chapter Pt.14

"During the Battle..."

Marie Mjolnir : I just can't get enough of these two!

Azusa Yumi : You think so? These guys are tougher than we thought. Since we don't have the ability to be weapons nor scythes, we can use Alchemy to create our own to battle these things! That's what science intended to create things that are "magic".

Marie Mjolnir : Well,I have to say this to you. There is no magic and second of all, the demon weapon power system have failed since is ceased to exist when Alchemy is no longer needed after Mr. Elric said the whole thing to truth. If only there was a third person to help us, we can finally get ourselves to put up a tough fight. [checks both ways if someone is here, then calls out] HELLO! I SAID IF THERE WAS A THIRD PERSON TO HELP US, WE CAN FINALLY GET OURSELVES TO PUT UP A TOUGH FIGHT AND GET US EVEN STRONGER!

Makoto : Oh, shut it. Talk about some noise for calling someone a third person.

[Hien/Flying Swallow - Takeshi Isozaki]

Inky Thompsons : !?

Marie Mjolnir : Hey, umm, Excuse me, sir. You shouldn't be here in this kind of battle. It's too risky and you could get hurt!

Makoto : Hurt? I'm not the only one who is gonna get hurt. The only ones who are gonna get hurt are pansies that isn't a decent warm up. HA!

*GUNFIRING+FLESH TEARING*

Makoto Asagiri : That'll be put them in their place.

Marie Mjolnir : What the-?!

Azusa Yumi : Hey, did he just...?

Marie Mjolnir : It appears one of the Inky People has somehow been defeated by this strange man that came out of nowhere.

[Mystery G - Sota Fujimori]

Makoto : Looks like you just heed my call.

Marie Mjolnir : Hey, I know you. You're that boy who saved Maka Albarn's life after what really happened in the past.

Azusa Yumi : The boy who saved a girl's life and is a true hero!

Makoto : You there! You're Marie Mjolnir, an affluent woman who lost the love of her life in the past. That's a weird name for a human being.

Marie Mjolnir : Yeah, that's me and you must be the boy who saved Maka Albarn that was still a child. You are...

Makoto : I just don't really tell people about my name. I am the world's legendary Phantom and member of the Phantoms of society. Makoto Asagiri, that's right, I was the one who saved that girl's life from bad things that happened to her in the past. Bullies tried to hurt her and dangerous beings attempted to catch and kill her, but I observe and protect that were orders given by the legendary Phantom.

Marie Mjolnir : Makoto Asagiri. That's the name i heard before. Now I finally know who you are, you are Maka Albarn's childhood friend and is also a boyfriend!

Azusa Yumi : You mean it's her lover! And you might be right, that could really be her boyfriend. Guess that means the real Maka Albarn was on a double date or she is in...

Marie : Wait, you don't tell me the "real" Maka Albarn is...

Azusa & Marie : [together]...In a love Triangle!?

Makoto Asagiri : So this what the devil had to offer to the real world itself. Although Soul World have may have been a complete facade, but this is the real world that we all live in and the need to wake up. If you really think that I am Maka Albarn's lover, then you are correct. But let's see you have what it takes to be the heroes of your own stories and you would want to face the forces of true evil, heartless scums that squander around the planet.

Marie Mjolnir : [to Azusa] I think this guy has a good point. He sure know how to face the forces of "True" evil itself.

Azusa Yumi : [to Marie] Luckily, this might be a challenge for us.

Makoto Asagiri : [prepares for battle, chuckles] Alright, let's see what you got with those newly weapons created from the science they call it Alchemy. Let's see if you can battle the Great Phantom Makoto.

[101 (Mystery G/Bill Rizer Battle Theme) - Sota Fujimori]

Marie Mjolnir : Alright, then. Well, umm, if you say so.

Azusa Yumi : Aw yeah! This could be fun! Oops, wrong line.

Makoto Asagiri : That's okay, this might be a fun challenge for you, but this will be a test for you to see how strong can you be.

"MAKOTO ASAGIRI : PHANTOM OF JUSTICE".

Marie Mjolnir : Alrighty! Let's get the show on the road!

Azusa Yumi : Bring it on!

(Battle Begins)

Marie Mjolnir : I heard about everything about you Makoto, you were an amazing musician by playing a piano that the world had to offer? You're the one of the members of the Phantoms of Society?

Makoto Asagiri : Correction. My mother is human and my father...well as a Phantom too. I was given these kind of powers to become the ultimate Phantom to give title as the Phantom of Justice! Justice will prevail and we Phantoms gives ourselves the courage bringing the forces of evil to pay their crimes against humanity. We worked for the Great Phantom for ages before you were even born. We seek out to protect Earth's peace after the Phantonians arrived on this planet for ages before Maka Albarn's birth.

Azusa Yumi : The Phantonians? That weird alien race of Phanto that came to this planet after they ruled the Galaxy before the birth of humankind? So what you're saying is that Maka Albarn is Phantonian as well, does that make her a half-human, half-Phantonian being as well? Are we assuming that Maka herself is an alien as well?

Makoto Asagiri : Smart lady! You catch on quickly very good.

Azusa Yumi : How should we know to trust that if Maka Albarn was really some kind of alien being that was born another planet? Was it the Sanctuary that the Phantonians estasblished? I get it, the Sanctuary belonging to the Phantonians is equivalent to the Moirai Sanctuary in the Contra Universe. Eventually, Maka Albarn herself was born in the Sanctuary on Jupiter and her birth certificate was not even on earth, it was written by Maka's other father, Master Phanto.

Marie Mjolnir : How on earth does he know this?

Azusa Yumi : He knew about the true origins of the Real and Original Maka Albarn, that was the day that she was born on the planet she grew up on and not earth.

Makoto Asagiri : Because I learned that she is one of the heirs to the Phantonian bloodline, a line of powerful Phantos that ruled as the King of Jupiter for generations and I knew about it's power.

Marie Mjolnir : What power they were to use against?

Makoto Asagiri : Shattered Resonance, a technique that is so rare and it confirms to be highly dangerous and yet deadly, it has enough power to shatter everything, like people's minds, hearts, or souls.

Marie Mjolnir : Shattered Resonance have the power to destroy people's hearts or souls? Anyone who holds the power of Shattered Resonance is one person that could literally destroy everything. The ones that holds the power and it's greatness are...

Makoto Asagiri : True, it is. Those who hold the powers of Shattered Resonance is we Phantoms are linked with a Shattered Meisters.

Marie Mjolnir : Shattered Meister, what's that?

(battle ends abruptly)

Makoto Asagiri : I'll tell you to explain it.

[The Kink in the Wind and the Way Pt.1 - Fumie Kumatani]

Marie Mjolnir : Okay then. Tell me what are these Shattered Meisters?

Makoto Asagiri : Hmph...You will explain about the deadly beings called the Shattered Meisters that were equivalent to the Shattered Soldiers.

"Since the Shattered Soldiers became unique to the humans, the Shattered Meister is a rare and powerful warrior that is an invidivual filled with rage and sadness. It is made from the hearts of people that are filled with light and darkness, equivalent to Hope and Despair. Despair is the key to opening one's heart to darkness and it could lead them to burning rage, Quivering hatred, scarring envy, mass destructions and total chaos. The Shattered Meister itself have the bloody tear of a warrior that is capable of destroying the hearts and souls of individuals since it's first appearance in ancient times."

Makoto Asagiri : However, unlike to any individual, both the Shattered Soldier and the Shattered Meister are the exact opposite and they could possess the power of Shattered Resonance within the hearts and souls! However, we Phantoms have been linked with the heart of the Shattered Meister and the Shattered Soldier. Any one who becomes like one is the tragedy causing them to be powerful and more destructive.

Marie Mjolnir : So that's what causing the vibration in the planet? A warrior that is rare, powerful, and yet deadly?

Azusa Yumi : But Edward says that we thought it was the Ohkuboverse, how come you know it is an individual that has the power to shatter everything including people's hearts as well?

Marie Mjolnir : Okay. That could be the thing to have this Shattered Meister LARP. Would be kicking it off the charts as not long as this planet is about to be shattered if we don't know where or who is this Shattered Meister.

Makoto Asagiri : I know someone who is the Shattered Meister and I haven't seen her since the day I first met her a long time ago. But it had been kept secret by the men of Shinra's Influence

Marie Mjolnir : So, let me get this straight. This Shattered Meister is a warrior and let me tell you this before Makoto, there is no way that this Shattered Meister person is real and it's just a dumb legend made by some group of people at a bonfire and that excuse of yours is nothing but a crummy joke to hear about it.

*RUMBLING+PERFECT CHAOS ROAR*

Marie Mjlonir : Woah! Okay, I just do not like the vibration from this planet. And where did that sound coming from? Okay! Okay! You were right, the Shattered Meister is real.

Azusa Yumi : How did know it was real and it came true?

Makoto Asagiri : Perhaps the Phantonians knew that this person has been the one that is causing the planet to vibrate. (Shows a photo of Maka Albarn with a bloody tear)

Marie Mjolnir : No way. It's...Maka! She's really the Shattered Meister? Just what the hell were these Shattered Meisters were doing something to the planet?

~ Ninety-Third Scene : The Shattered Warrior ~

[alexanderlightweight]

Happy Wednesday!

If it tickles your fancy, I would love, love, love, love, love a fic of any flavor in the Mob Wife Alexander Lightwood universe you just casually yeeted onto my dashboard because that's obviously going to live in my head rent free for the next many moons. <3

(What a world omg)

Laws i love this verse so it will always tickle my fancy to get prompts and saeth keeps sending me things that boost my interest. Well this is definitely a flavor in that verse and I hope you enjoy it because it took a turn I didn’t imagine it taking.

Seriously I never planned this character to be in the fic or ever write from their pov and then it was like ‘oh hey interesting let’s do it”.

So this is basically an interlude after Alec’s figured he could either be a bodyguard or a boytoy and only one of those gets to flirt and touch Magnus all night.

Simon pov (he’s an unreliable narrator, prone to rambling, anxiety and dramatic and humorous interludes and he lacks so much info)

Alec is just like: I would just like to get back to my husband. he doesn’t sleep as well when I’m gone, so please talk as little as possible and just listen first.

Simon: I’m so glad I can’t breathe. If I move he’ll kill me.

(also mob wife is an occupation not a gender role but Simon doesn’t get that… yet)

—

“Simon.”

And Simon shivers because Alec Lightwood doesn’t need to raise his voice to be terrifying.

And Simon is terrified.

Officially.

But also not overwhelmingly so.

Because he’s also finally seventy percent sure Alec won’t kill him, which is much better than the fifteen percent Simon thought it was until recently.

Though in a crisis, he’s also the one Simon wants to hide behind.

Even in the beginning, Simon’s chances were always better with Alec, even if they both complained about it.

“Okay, yeah right. I’m Simon.” He hears himself say and he reminds himself to take a breath even though he doesn’t need to.

A lack of heartbeat and oxygen only mean that even Simon’s own body won’t save him from panic anymore.

“Yes? I know you’re Simon.”

And Alec says it like it's an obvious conclusion but Simon is just really happy to hear him say it, especially without a threat.

Because Alec isn’t the kind of person who is casual with most people and Simon is almost nothing to him.

Sometimes Simon worries he’s just another body to Alec — one in the congo-line-of-lovers that Izzy has had — but then Izzy reminds him he’s the only boyfriend Alec’s bothered to remember the name of.

And Simon is also one half of Clary’s package deal and boy, that sure did him no favors when they first met.

He takes pride in it.

“Simon—“ Alec says and he’s sighing, deep and long and Simon wonders if his inattention and eagerness has once again doomed his — now second — attempt at living.

Well living while being dead but Simon might actually stay dead this time if he lets his thoughts keep going.

“The greenhouse?” Alec is asking him and Simon wonders why until he remembers how much he hates Alec’s office.

The greenhouse is the only other place Alec takes official meetings.

And something shivers down Simon’s spine.

Because Alec doesn’t even like him but he’s noticed Simon’s dislike.

This is an Alec that’s trying to be careful.

So just how much does Alec notice? Simon wonders and the little part of his brain that he’s learned can save his life tingles.

Where does it end?

“For the love of, Simon sit the fuck down and breathe every fifth count.”

Simon finds himself on the hard marble of the Institute’s unfamiliar greenhouse floor. His head between his knees and a too heavy hand roughly smacking his back in sets of five.

There is brightness on his face when he finally opens his eyes.

“This is sunlight!” He accuses angrily, because he finally trusted Alec a full seventy percent and now this.

Betrayal!

“Simon you’re a daylighter. You were blasted by the soul sword and survived. You’re fine.”

And Alec doesn’t sound sympathetic and Simon winces because well—

Okay yeah. That’s fair.

Plus Alec has seen Simon drunkenly dance naked in the sun and that is a memory neither of them talk about.

It actually calms Simon down, because if Alec refrained from killing him when he plastered his naked body to Alec’s and yelled ‘teach me how to fight future brother-in-law!” Alec had in fact, spared his life.

First by not killing him.

And secondly, for not telling Magnhs that Simon’s no-good-very-bad-brain decided it was perfectly reasonable to cop a feel of Alec’s ass with vampiric strength.

It’s not a bad ass.

A little flat but very muscular with thighs that could break a neck and Simon tries very hard not to work himself back into a panic.

He does not need Alec Lightwood bringing him down from a panic attack while he thinks about how he nakedly gropped Magnus’ Bane husband’s ass hard enough that Alec had sighed and in the medical bay he’d dragged Simon to, activated an iratze.

“Magnus is going to know that these marks aren’t his.” Alec had said casually, “and he’s not going to like it. I really didn’t like it. You certainly didn’t like it either, if you know what’s good for you. So therefore, this never happened.”

And Simon is never ever going to tell even Clary that he did like it.

He’d liked it very much and he’d suddenly understood Magnus’ instant obsession.

Which had turned into a new crisis.

Because Simon’s taste is apparently Lightwood’s.

Which is not helpful for his continued life expectancy.

Because it will either be Izzy for eyeing up her married brother, Magnus for eyeing up his husband, and Alec for Simon’s sheer audacity.

“Simon, do I need to get someone else?”

“No!” Simon manages to get out because Alec Lightwood-Bane can never find out that he snapped out of the panic attack three minutes ago and almost sent himself into another panic attack because of said man’s ass. “I’m good. I’m good.”

Alec doesn’t look impressed but Simon knows he must not look very impressive.

He doesn’t take it personally.

Alec isn’t impressed by anyone besides Magnus, unless he’s impressed by someone’s stupidity.

And that never turns out well.

“Okay, so what can I do you for? I mean for you. What can I do for you?”

Alec is eyeing him like Simon is Magnus’ awful snake Baby.

Which is rude.

Because Simon has seen Alec with that nasty little worm and Alec is much nicer to Baby than he is to anyone besides Magnus and Madzie.

“Okay so listen carefully. This is a lot of information I’m going to give tou. Magnus has several identities in the mundane world. Some of them are linked legally but most of them are involved and hold a great deal of power in mundane crime groups.”

“Magnus is a mob boss!” Simon gasps out in giddy delight and then Alec is ruining his joy like the grumpy dilf he is.

The grumpy dilf he is not.

Because Simon doesn’t even know what a dilf is and he’s never been so glad that Alec can’t read his mind.

“No Simon. He’s not actually running a mob or gang or whatever else you’re thinking. He’s simply a powerful individual and is known for his information and skills and he has a lot of money. Nobody wants to be on his bad side. Everyone wants to be on his good side. So he has the authority of someone high-up and even the mundanes behave in Brooklyn. I personally don’t really care how Magnus got his status or how he maintains it.”

And Simon has so many questions but Alec has his—

if-you-interrupt-me-I’m-shoving-my-hand-through-your-chest-and-exiting-with-your-heart

— look on his face.

And Simon has seen that security footage. So he stays silent.

“It’s a persona that most High Warlocks do. Create identities in the mundane underbelly of their territories. Make sure the mundanes fear and respect them enough that they can come and go freely. They need to be trusted to keep an eye on any slip-ups. And no, they’re not undercover. They’re not doing the mundanes work for them.

“But Magnus and I quite honestly don’t care. We protect mundanes from the shadowworld, not from themselves. If the mundanes want to kill themselves and each other, that’s their problem. So long as they only do it in mundane ways and not with ties to the shadowworld. We don’t need the clave coming down here, bristling about the accords anytime soon, or anytime at all.”

And Simon swallows because he understands how serious this is, intimately.

Aldertree was sent by the clave.

He remembers Aldertree.

Izzy remembers Aldertree.

A lot of people remember Aldertree.

So he keeps focused, listening to the hummingbird-wing-beat of Alec’s pulse under his words.

“Magnus has done this for centuries. He knows what he’s doing. But we’d both prefer if I could go with him in the future.”

And Simon is practically vibrating because he’s nearly positive that he’s about to get a padawan.

Which, even in such a serious situation, is amazing!

“Which means I need to know more about modern mundane culture than I do.” Alec is grimacing and Simon knows it’s a testament to just how much Alec loves Magnus that he’s doing this.

“Magnus gets by because he has centuries of knowledge but I’ll need a crash course. And no Simon, I cannot read your mind.” Alec Lightwood’s eye roll continues to be a thing of beauty and Simon feels his undead soul un-die a little more. Because Alec definitely can’t read minds.

Or Simon wouldn’t continue existing.

“Look, Magnus and I went over a list of all the questions you might possibly ask. He gave me the answers so I didn’t have to waste time. We both agreed you’d be the best to ask, since you spend the most time around young adult mundanes. And you’re popular with your peers.”

Simon feels like he’s dreaming or maybe died again.

Except this is a much nicer if not possibly a more traumatizing experience than his first death so Simon concludes it has to be real.

His luck is always this bad.

“Magnus thought and I agreed that it would be just you and I, you tend to—“ and Alec trails off and Simon has a moment where he wishes he’d never drank Jace’s blood.

Because Alec is trying to be considerate.

Because he’s trying not to say that Simon can’t handle being in the same room with both of them after the incident.

It’s mortifying.

“Right, so do I need to call Magnus so he can join us?” And Alec looks very serious, eyes dark and calm and without a flicker of anger or of true concern. Alec is a good leader not because he cares but because he makes himself act regardless of care.

It took a while for Simon to realize that sometimes the people who care the most are the ones who let you down the worst.

And Simon winces, because Alec does look incredibly tired compared to when Simon saw him… however long ago.

“No sorry. I’m good, just a surprise. But like a good surprise, it’s like I’m Q and—“ and Simon trails off with a sigh because there’s no point and he is shocked when Alec runs his big hands over his scruffy perfect Lightwood face.

Or maybe it’s his Trueblood genes.

Whatever.

“Yes, okay fine. Simon you can be Q. But if you call me 007 or whistle that obnoxious tune I will give you cause to regret it.”

“You know 007?” Simon actually gasps, because this might truly be some epic dream and he doesn’t even register the threat.

Well, his hindbrain does and it’s screaming, but Simon can’t listen to it over the shockhold Alec’s words have put him in.

“Simon, consider who my husband is. Just for a minute.”

And Simon does consider it.

He considers how a delighted and charmed Magnus would coax Alec into ‘research’ for his ‘undercover excursion into the mundane world’.

“Oh my god.” Simon barely breathes out, “Magnus made you marathon them.”

And Alec is gritting his teeth. Simon can hear the grind of his incisors and he swallows, hard.

“Right. Absolutely no mentions of triple digits or shockingly appropriate theme songs.”

And Simon’s death flashes—

hunger the dirt the gnawing-bite-thirst-trap-feed of hunger and Clary’s screams

— before his eyes when Alec gives an exasperated sigh.

The moment passes and Alec is giving him a begrudging yet judgmental look.

“It’s often that the criminal part of mundane life is where the shadow world slips over. Magical drugs slip into mundane ones, easy money, anything goes. And no one cares about that except sometimes it leaves evidence. Unexplainable evidence that mundanes want explained. Right now Magnus is chasing a new rumor; and we’d like for me to be able to go with him.”

This is quite possibly the single coolest thing Simon has ever been involved in.

“So are you going in as his bodyguard? A new dealer of some super magic drug? Oh. My. God. Alec, are you going to be a rival boss or something coming in? Or a hitman? Are you going in as Magnus’ cleaner?”

And Alec is staring at Simon like he’s actually truly lost it.

Which Simon doesn’t get. They’re all obviously the best and most understandable choices.

“Simon, Magnus is my husband. Obviously I’m his mob wife.”

And Simon can’t breathe, but he feels the oxygen knocked out of his lungs.

Because Alexander Gideon Lightwood-Bane — a man who has prevailed heavily in both Simon’s nightmares and his recent and most horrifying wet dreams — wants to learn how to be a proper mob wife.

“Oy vey.” Simon manages to get out and then he looks up at Alec and blinks at his too-tall, too-powerful body.

And wonders how he’s supposed to guru Alec into anything that can pass as what middle-aged criminals will consider a wife.

Mob or otherwise.

Later they’re finally finishing up their first crash course and Alec looks worse than he did with his own arrow through his chest.

But he escorts Simon out, ordering his shadowhunters absently to various duties and checking in as he passes and Simon takes it in with a sudden wonderment.

Simon’s seen more changes of leadership in his short time as a part of the shadowworld than is normally seen in a generation.

And he got a much more up-close and unwanted personal view of how badly it can go.

And Alec is… he’s surprisingly really great. Even if Simon only has shitty examples to compare him to and so when Simon is walking out into the sun and Alec is going through a portal that appears out of nowhere, he lets his guard down and mutters.

“He’s so totally M.”

And just before the portal warps out of existence, Simon’s hearing picks up a quiet, irritated—

“Simon.”

And he winces.

Alec’s senses are frightening and Simon is a vampire.

[bee-saucee]

Birthday Cake | ShigaDabi Ficlet

Warnings for cursing and little smooches🫶

“Don’t be a dipshit, we can’t save it,” Shigaraki says, disgust and disappointment lining every word.

Dabi groans and drags his hands down his face. They’ve been working on this since 5AM and it was already approaching lunch. Dabi was ready to burn down headquarters if he had to attempt a crumb coat one more time.

“Don’t be a little bitch about it. If we just mash it together we can save it. We can make it an oversized cake ball,” Dabi reasons.

They attempted to make Toga a cake with all of her favorite celebrities on it from scratch. However, icing cakes was a lot harder than it seemed. Especially for two people who spent their days stealing and killing in less than delicate ways.

Shigaraki crosses his arms and squints at Dabi “I’m playing both my boss and boyfriend cards. Fuck this shit. I’m going to the store and buying a sheet cake because the birthday girl deserves a pretty cake on her fucking birthday. Not a Frankenstein cake from hell.”

“Oh come on. You always play the boss and boyfriend cards. Get some fucking new ones.”

Dabi is just met with two middle fingers slowly creeping into his vision before Shigaraki turns on his heel and grabs his jacket.

“You’re coming with me.”

“Hell no. I’m going to try and fix the homemade cake we made with love ‘for the birthday girl on her birthday,’” Dabi leers. “I’m not some cheap ass sellout.”

Shigaraki stands tapping his foot for a moment as he looks up at the ceiling trying to collect himself. Dabi completely ignores the guttural groans and whines spilling from his boyfriend. After at least 30 seconds of Shigaraki sounding like he was being exorcised, he strides back over and pokes Dabi’s shoulder multiple times. While Dabi was upset with his boyfriend, he couldn’t bring himself to ignore him when he was specifically asking for his attention.

“You know I can’t drive,” Shigaraki mumbles.

“I know, love.”

“So drive me.”

Dabi stands up straight from his cake evaluation and turns to his boyfriend. He cups his cheek and runs his thumb over his cheekbones.

“Hell fucking no,” Dabi murmurs tenderly.

Shiggy tugs Dabi in closer and plays with the bottom of his shirt. “Mm, yeah but I’m not eating a cake you’ve squished together with your hands. There’d be skin flakes in it and I’m still not convinced you always wash your hands, so fuck off and drive me,” He says just above a whisper.

“You say that as if you've bathed recently you dirty ass fucker," Dabi says and leans down to press a kiss to Shiggy's cheek.

“But I’m your dirty ass fucker,” Shigaraki smiles, reaching up to brush his lips over Dabi’s.

“All mine,” Dabi mutters against his boyfriend’s lips before closing the fraction of space between them.

This is what they always did. Stubbornly fight and insult one another until they fell into a heated kiss. Yet Dabi found himself falling deeper in love with each argument. After years of submission and being the perfect pawn, his boyfriend had grown into himself and his own opinions and so had Dabi. So yeah, there was a side of him that kind of loved it when they fought.

“Oh ew! Over my cake?! Have some decency you horny bastards,” Toga hisses from the entryway to the kitchen.

“Happy birthday, you rat,” Dabi beams, moving over to crush Toga in a hug.

Shigaraki tugs Toga into a hug of her own and slips a card into her pocket. “Happy birthday, Toga. That cake is probably carrying 10 different infectious diseases, so let us take you out for donuts?”

“I’d love that boss! Better bring your boyf too, but no making out over my donuts.”

“No promises. I’m feeling very in love with him today. Let’s go,” Dabi says, pushing the two forward.

Shigaraki turns and slaps Dabi on the ass before sweetly pecking him on the lips. “I’m feeling very in love with you today too.”

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[thecleverqueer]

With this new comphet revelation that I’ve had about the Filoni/ Favreau Mandoverse, another character I worry about is Ahsoka Tano.

I head-cannoned her as gay (or bi-favoring women, even slightly or perhaps asexual), though I always knew that nothing would come of this canonically, despite a pretty significant amount of queer-coding that is/was clearly just bait.

My hope was that Filoni would leave the romantic aspect of her up to interpretation, and would just leave romance out of her story entirely as it’s honestly not important (until it is smeared into your face one way or another). But, at this point… I can’t see that happening. Ahsoka is going to get a boyfriend. But who?

On the one hand, I hate that Filoni axed Nyx Okami in The Clone Wars. Would I have hated the character? Probably. No…. Absolutely. He was kind of an asshole to Ahsoka in his prototype episodes, but Nyx could have turned around, and ended up being a lovable scoundrel like Han Solo. He’s someone that I probably still would have hated with Ahsoka, but I could have grown to appreciate him as a character sorta. I’m also not going to lie… the Martez sisters arc made me question Ahsoka’s sexuality even more so (especially after all that weird shit with Barriss), and I think that Nyx would have tempered my head-canon. I am realistic. The likelihood of any character that I like actually being gay is virtually zero (sometimes sub-zero), and so I generally view all of them as heteronormative until something very obvious challenges that view.

I hate Nyx’s axe more so because now all we have is Lux Bonteri who kinda stayed an asshole throughout The Clone Wars series in his appearances, and Lux is now likely the front-runner for an Ahsoka series romantic interest (that is inevitable). And, when I say this, lemme give you a list of the bullshit Lux pulled:

-Was a general prick to Ahsoka upon meeting her (which the Separatists / Republic thing, I get)

-Gawked at Ahsoka disrespectfully upon meeting (which, granted, Ahsoka invited, but then, acted as if she was off-put by it).

And, maybe, I could have gotten over their first interaction to like him more… But, goddamn, Filoni made the motherfucker so much worse as Lux:

-Pointed a gun at Ahsoka, threatening to hijack her ship, ultimately, stunning her unconscious after she took the gun away from him.

-Kidnapped her while she was unconscious.

-Stole said ship to meet with terrorists with known anti-Jedi sentiments and a history of attacking Jedi.

-Also stole and hid her lightsabers, leaving her defenseless against said terrorists.

-Tried to mansplain why he was right about seeking the terrorists’ assistance in taking out Dooku while Ahsoka attempted to reason with him.

-Kissed her against her consent (which Ahsoka clearly didn’t like or appreciate, and this is, technically, sexual assault).

-Disrespected women in general with the Death Watch clan (who were harboring what appeared to be sex slaves from a local village) while treating Ahsoka like a broodmare (even as a front, gross).

-Nearly got them both killed.

-Stole an escape pod, leaving Ahsoka and showing no real interest in her romantically, still leading her on a bit.

-Led Ahsoka on while clearly dating Steela. He was clearly more into Steela for sure, but he sort of strung Ahsoka along by vaguely flirting with her and toying with her emotions

-Ultimately got Steela killed as he went to “save” her, knowing damned well he was incompetent and sort of just ended up being in Ahsoka’s way. Then, instead of covering Ahsoka’s flank as she tried to save Steela from the ledge, he just sort of stood there and stared in a panic.

So, yeah. Lux is not good enough for Ahsoka.

Ultimately, from a story telling perspective, there’s no tangible evidence that Ahsoka and Lux have even seen each other or been in contact since the Onderon arc (it would seem implausible based on what happened) which would make this pairing insufferably lazy at this point. In fact, canon would indicate that for the past 25-30 years, they’ve been in completely separate spaces doing separate things. Ahsoka was nearly killed, hid for a bit, then ran a spy network for the rebellion. Lux married an imperial woman, and ultimately worked for Saw’s partisans after his passing. So… why!? Why pair them now? Is Ahsoka really lame enough to simp over that half-witted dumbass for nearly three fucking decades!? Lazy. It’s abysmally lazy, and weak.

On the other hand, maybe we’ll see her with someone else entirely. It’s not as if Filoni can’t write great characters. He has written dozens of incredibly likable characters.

For me (and I can’t believe I’m about to say this), the least offensive character he could ship her with that already exists is Rex. I’d be a little uncomfortable with it, just based on the Clone Wars optics… you know, the ones where Ahsoka is clearly a child and Rex is a grown-ass man (never mind the Clone’s accelerated aging.. that’s not relevant, I’m talking optics alone). Honestly though, the Ahsoka/ Rex in Rebels situation isn’t THAT bad. And, to me, Rex is just a great guy and a great character. He’s always treated Ahsoka with the utmost amount of love and respect, and if we must pair her with someone for heteronormativity’s sake… Rex would get my vote. Rex would be a good boyfriend/ husband for Ahsoka. And honestly, I think this is technically the most popular fan-ship (outside of Anakin and Ahsoka which is REALLY gross). Filoni would never do this, I’m afraid, but Rexsoka would make way more sense than bringing Lux back from nowhere to fill this role.

Luke Skywalker is another popular option, but honestly to me, it’d be too much like pairing her with Anakin (if not slightly more gross) because Luke should be more like a nephew to her than a love interest. I know Star Wars likes the incestuous sexual tension, but honestly, this isn’t Game of Thrones.

Din would be okay, but I’m pretty sure they’re going to put him with Bo-Katan Kryze (which is a whole other can of worms I will not get into).

Maybe Filoni could just create her another original, new boyfriend character. It would take a lot of build up, obviously. I don’t think pairing two characters together for sake of doing it is good storytelling. There would need to be good reason, and the character would have to be hella-likable for me to accept it without completely writing it off as bullshit. But, I’d be okay with Jude Law if he’s actually going to be the OC school teacher that he’s rumored to be, and not Lux who, like, four or five mediocre white men have theorized that Jude Law is playing… just because Lux, at best, is a fucking idiot and at worst, is an abusive player.

That’s my take.

[haechanniesunflowers]

y/n slaps yandere!Ateez during an argument

Warnings: this kind of behaviour is sick and you shouldn't take inspiration from it. I do not support it, none of us support it or should support it. It is wrong in every way.

Mentions of blood, rage, extreme violence, gore, brutality

Requested by @btsxgx

Hongjoong

He has one rule you must remember all the time, you are not allowed to touch him without his permission, he hates being touched

You want to hold his hand? Ask him. You want to wake him up from a nap? Call his name. But you do not touch him without his permission or else he will punish you and he's a masochistic psycho so you better keep your hands to yourself

Today was a bad day for him and he was taking it out on you. He was humiliating you for no good reason even though you were on your best behaviour for him. His words were getting unbearable and then you snapped and argued back

He was stunned because you never raise your voice at him so he got physical and started pushing you harshly

In an attempt to stop him your palm landed across his jaw and suddenly everything was quite, all you could hear was your heart thumping because you had just touched him

He grabbed you by your neck and shoved you to the ground on your back and stepped on you with one foot on your ribcage

He was putting too much pressure

Hongjoong made you look at him and "you want to hurt me? That's why you hit me? Your weak hands won't do it, let me do it for you" and he started hitting his face

You tried stopping him and apologized but he wasn't having it

You had touched him and now this was your punishment, he'd hurt himself and blame it on you

Seonghwa

He's a possessive yandere so don't even think about meeting your friends

But you still kinda wanted to meet your friends so you did that, without him knowing because he was busy at work

y/n's luck really ran out today huh? Because you just came back home after having the time of your life catching up with friends and umm... is that Seonghwa in the kitchen? yes honey and I'm so sorry

"you're home early" you started the conversation and back hugged him

"yeah my students finished with their vocal lessons early so I decided to come home to spend some time with you but I guess you were out whoring around with those pathetic sluts you call friends" he said in a sweet voice but you were taken aback by his words

You let him go and tried distancing yourself from him but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to his chest and kissed you

You resisted and accidentally hit his face and you could feel him staring to breathe heavily

He stopped kissing you and pushed you towards the counter and grabbed your hand and smashed it on it several times

You were screaming your head off so he chocked you with his other hand

By the time he was done, your hand was purple, yellow and blue and two of your fingers were bent the other way, the joints completely broken. You felt dizzy and threw up

"oh no sweetheart are you okay? you should go sit on the couch I'll make some soup for you maybe you'll feel better" he cooed as if he didn't just violently break your hand

You screamed and begged for him to take you to a hospital and he took your hand in his and squeezed it while staring at you lovingly and said "of course sweetheart, afterall your stupid friends hurt your beautiful hand and I'll tell the doctor about that, maybe he'll tell you not to see them again. And then I'll report them to the police, look at how brutal those bitches are, did they really have to break your hand?" he said and took you to the hospital (yikes)

Yunho

Remember that episode of powerpuff girls in which the girls time travel to the future and the whole town is ruined because they weren't there to save them and everyone's old and keeps saying "it's your fault". That's Yunho. Everything is your fault and he'll cry over it and if you deny or leave, he'll end up in the ER.

Please explain to him why you were excitedly thanking the cashier for the store restocking your favorite moisturiser because girl you were obviously cheating on him like that *rolls eyes*

You guys got in the car and drive off and suddenly Yunho inquires about the incident with tears in his eyes "you're going to leave me for him aren't you"

He starts whining and crying and you're scared because he's almost overspending so you slap him to bring him to his senses and ge stops the car

"y-you hit me? It's because you hate me now isn't it? You love that man and now you're going to hit me to make me feel worthless" he says but you answer with a wth because you're fed up of his jealousy and he presses the gas pedal and starts driving recklessly

You start apologizing and reassuring him that you aren't going to leave him and that you love him too much to do so, even though the relationship was exhausting but you had to say this to save your life right now

Yunho stopped the car again and hugged you and smirked to himself

"haha works every time" he thought to himself

Yeosang

His silence speaks volumes

He's the unpredictable kind

So when you slapped him for constantly scolding you for saying no to his stupid plan of going to Jongho's house to watch movies he left you alone and went on his own

But he didn't come back home for the next couple of days

You were ecstatic because "yes finally now I can have some time to myself" but days turned into weeks and now he hadn't contacted you or come home for a month and as much as you hate to admit it, you were worried so you called Jongho and asked him about your boyfriend but Jongho said he hasn't spoken to Yeosang for over a month and revealed that he didn't come to his home to watch movies the day you had the argument with him

You called all his friends but they all said they didn't know where he was

You were scared and guilty and cried

You went to the police station to file a missing report and a search for Kang Yeosang began

The police searched everywhere for him for a few weeks but there was no sign of him

Until one day, a month after the search began and you were starting to lose hope, he came back home

You asked him where he was and he told you he was home

You told him to stop playing with you and demanded to know where he went and why he left you alone

"I just told you I was home, I saw how worried you got and how you cried for me. I saw you sleeping on the couch and in our bed, waiting for any lead for me"

You were terrified of what he said because all of that was true but you knew for a fact that he wasn't home so how did he know all this

"what's going on Yeosang?" you ask him in fear

He just smiled and sat on the couch and turned the TV on

You came to sit next to him and there was silence for some time until he said "y/n? Next time try to hit me, there will be a search party for you"

San

The brutal sadist

You knew better than to get on his nerves because he switches from his usual sweet doting personality to a violent mad man

But you were on your period and everything was making you angry

San was feeling horny and wanted you but you didn't want him to come near you

You were beyond angry when he didn't stop and kept kissing you and trying to undress you, so you slapped him

San caressed his cheek and laughed a little and you knew you've done fucked up

You instantly start apologizing but San kept laughing with his hand still on his cheek

"kinky. do that again" he said

But you didn't want to do that again so you kept telling him how sorry you were and that you wanted him

He looked at you and smiled and said "I said, do. that. again." you were crying at this point

The next thing you knew, San was dragging you out the room by your arm and took you to the basement where he kept his tools. You were still apologizing in hopes of him going easy on you

He fixed your arm in one of the machines (the one which Ester uses to break her arm in the movie Orphan) and kept going until you heard the sound of your broken bones

San started slapping you and you were begging for mercy at this point

He was completely out of it and looked like he would kill you right then and there

You woke up in a hospital bed and heard the doctor telling San that "your girlfriend needs to see a psychiatrist because if she has hurt herself like that now, who knows what she would do to herself in the future"

The doctor came to check you and San held your hand "honey I was so scared! why did you hurt yourself like that. You didn't even think what I would go through, you know I can't see you in pain"

You felt tears escaping

Mingi

Mingi had just insulted your sister for visiting you and kicked her out of the house

You were furious and argued with him about it and he just said "I hate her, so she shouldn't come here where I can see her"

You said "well I hate your bitchass friends and family too, they shouldn't come here either where I can see them"

He started using slurs against your family and you slapped him out of anger

He quickly pushed you towards the wall and punched you

Your lips were bleeding but he wasn't done

He said he'd do the same to your sister she ever comes here again

You protested and called him out but he punched you again, this time drawing blood from your nose

You really didn't think Mingi would ever hit you like this but he just did and you wanted to run out of the house, away from him

But he grabbed your leg as soon as you tried to get out of the room and got on top of you

"you're really getting on my nerves today bitch"

He punched you one more time and you fainted

Wooyoung

Wooyoung is the brat tamer kind and that's what you were being right now, a brat

You wanted to leave the house and go shopping but he wasn't in the mood to go out and you weren't allowed to go without him

So you started whining

He was getting annoyed and warned you

But you had a death wish of some sort and kept whining

He had had enough and started being rough with you to stop you

You protested and accidentally slapped him

You really outdid yourself and now you were in for it

He dragged you to his room, tied your limbs and ripped your clothes off

"now I'm going to punish you for what you've done baby girl and you're going to count for me"

You tried to keep yourself composed

The whip stung your back and you screamed

"that isn't a number I hear, let's start again"

Jongho

Jongho didn't like to use his strength against you under any circumstances

He loved you too much and felt that he needed to protect you

You were happy with him but sometimes he was too much

He just told you that you are forbidden from seeing your male friend again because Jongho got the vibe that he was interested in you

You told him he was thinking too much and that your friend didn't really like you like that

But he said "no means no, you're not going to meet him again"

You were angry at him because you had to meet that friend in less than an hour "how am I going to explain this to him"?

"tell him you don't want to see him, if he's smart he'll get the message" Jongho replied

"Jongho you're being unreasonable and stupid" you said and he came to stand in front of you with his arms folded on his chest

You hated that he was challenging you right now so you slapped him

He didn't even budge because your slap was nothing compared to what he could do and he didn't want to slap you

But as payback, he forcefully took your phone and called your friend

"you make my girlfriend uncomfortable, don't ever try contacting her or meeting her again if you know what's good for you" he said on the phone

You were embarrassed and annoyed

[amnxsia]

just a friend- yuka makoto (2)

pairing: yandere!sniper mask x reader

inspired by a request :)

content: fluff, mentions of violence, a dislocated shoulder, and relocating a shoulder (just for this chapter)

tw: yandere behaviors

word count: 988

chapter summary: it’s a blast to the past when the you reminisce over your history with yuka, but you’re not the only one that has been busy thinking.

a/n: so this series is based of an request  which will be the first chapter :) i hope you guys enjoy this new series please send me feedback and lmk what new series you want me to write. :)

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“I love you, Yuka”. Those are the words that constantly ring through your mind while shuffling through your shared house with Yuka, not even a month after confessing your “feelings” for him he bought a house for you guys more specifically for you. You still remember how he reacted when you confessed he went ecstatic, crying a bit his big smile never leaving his face, your heart swelled from his reaction leaving you with a lingering feeling you couldn’t exactly pin point what it was or decipher it but you dismissed the feeling no longer paying attention to it.

While laying on your shared bed your mind wanders to the time when you first met Yuka, he saved you from being killed by a mask, which you will be forever grateful for him, and once again those feelings come back again, “what are these feelings?” you ask to yourself, turning on your side to finally succumb to sleep.

                                                     Flashback

Running, scared, but determined thinking to yourself  “I have to stay alive in this world to return to the real one”. While running you see a street with two paths and you ultimately choose the path less traveled by. When you take the path you collide with a mask, and on impact from colliding with the masked killer you’re sent flying trying to soften your landing so you don’t land on your head to avoid any concussions you slightly turn your body so you land on your shoulder breaking the bone, you yelp out in pain but not very loudly, closing your eyes and trying to bear the pain. You almost forget about the enemy, once you realize that your eyes shoot open and you try to scurry your way far from the mask, but out of the corner from your eye you see the mask recompose themselves and grab their weapon, now looking at you they start to walk towards you very slowly, trying find any sense of human emotion but with the way they’re moving and how they seem unresponsive, you sigh “well there goes my chance of returning to the real world, but oh well it was nice while it lasted”, you close your eyes thinking that this might be the end for you.

 BAM!

It goes quiet.

You hear something drop, a brick?, no, a body?, maybe. Unbeknownst to you your whole body is shaking, you start to cry but you use your free hand to muffle your cry’s knowing that even the smallest sound would attract thousands of mask, but then you feel someone kneel before you but your eyes stay shut.

“Hey it’s okay the mask that was trying to harm you is dead”.

Your eyes stay closed.

“Your shoulder looks dislocated is it okay if I relocate it back, it’s going to hurt but I trust you won’t make a noise yeah?”

Your eyes stay closed, you blush and mentally thank him for his kindness. You shake your head yes.

“Alright grip tightly down on my shoulder so when I put your shoulder back in place you have something to brace yourself on.”

For some reason you found him to be so trustworthy.

You open your eyes.

“You have beautiful eyes don’t ever close them around me okay?”

Those were his first kind words to you.

“Okay”. You said smiling.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N”

“Mine is Yuka, for some reason I trust you with my name, your the first person to know my name.”

He trusted me with his name, thinking about that made you blush even harder at that fact he trusted you a random stranger.

“Your name is pretty”. You say getting more comfortable with him & his presence.

He just smile at you through his mask, now looking more focused at his mask you noticed it had a tiny crack but you made no attempt to ask about it.

“Okay your arm is properly secured so you need to hold onto me while I put it in back in place”.

You nod. Sitting up a bit so you can hold onto him.

“Okay, you ready?”

You nod.

“3″

“2″

“1″

Crack!

You fall back onto the pavement softly, hand still on your mouth covering it, while tears threating to fall.

Yuka looks terrified and rushes to your side “Are you okay Y/n??”

Taking a deep breath you smile “Yeah I’m okay Yuka thank you so much”

He smiles.

“Yeah of course.”

He gets up and lays next to you grabbing your hand “Y/n I know we only met each other for like 10 minutes ago but I feel drawn to you for some reason and I don’t know why and I don’t want to ignore these feelings I want to continue to get to know you and see where these feelings become and I want to one day escape this world and be with you forever”.

You smile. 

“I would love that Yuka.”

Yuta takes off his mask and he leans in and kisses you.

                                               Back to the present

You awaken to light touches on your legs, you turn around and there's Yuka. “Hey sleepyhead, I heard you calling my name and I got worried, what was your dream about?”

“Oh nothing sorry for worrying you.”

“What is she hiding?” Yuka thought.

“It’s fine I’m just glad you got some sleep”. He says and gives you a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’m gonna go make lunch for us, be back in a sec”.

Before fully leaving your room Yuka stops and turns around with a big smile on his face.

“Y/n”.

“Yes?”

“Remember everything I do is for you, and only you.”

“Yes, of course Yuka”.

“It’s Yuu to you angel.”

As Yuka leaves your room and goes to the kitchen he thinks to himself.

“That idiot ex boyfriend is next to go.”

As Yuka leaves there’s that feeling again. And you think to yourself.

“Am I in love with Yuka?”

[motherjoel]

hostile (spencer reid x fem!reader)

summary: after months of trying to get pregnant and a miscarriage, you finally succeed. will you get the chance to tell spencer this time?

a/n: this is my first oneshot in a veryyyy long time so im sorry if im a little rusty! trying to get back into it :) also i know very little about pregnancy so forgive me! (i got the hostile uterus part from greys anatomy lmao)

wc: 2.3k

warnings/includes: lotsa fluff, angst if you squint, criminal minds stuff, pregnancy, miscarriage

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“Spence, were you even listening in there? I have a hostile uterus. Not only am I feeling incredibly hostile right now, but my uterus?” you yelled as Spencer guided you to your car.

“All I’m suggesting is that we keep trying, Y/N. And I’ve already done plenty of research on adoption and surrogacy, did you know that 140,000 children are adopted by American families each year?” he asked, opening the passengers side door for you and running around to hop in the driver's seat. “And there's always in vitro fertilization,” he suggested as he reached to shut his door and start the car. 

“Of course you wanna keep trying Spence, all you have to do is stick it in and thrust,” you huffed as he winced at your harsh wording, grabbing your hand over the center console. “I’m the one taking hormone shots in my ass and drinking less than 5 cups of coffee a day,” you complained about your attempts at increasing fertility. “Who knew a miscarriage would be the thing to get me to cut down on caffeine.”

Spencer was silent as he drove back to your shared apartment, both of your minds on your struggles to get pregnant in the past year. You thought back to your miscarriage and the impact it had on you both- it had only been a few months since you and Spencer became official. It was new, and this pregnancy was unplanned to say the least. Not telling Spencer about it was the only solution you could think of at the time- until it was too late. 

You remembered the feeling in your chest, your entire body running cold after being tackled by an unsub. You hadn’t told anyone of your pregnancy, not even Spencer, but as the blood ran down your legs it was pretty clear what had just happened. Derek dragged the unsub away in handcuffs as you sat in the open back of the ambulance, a paramedic wrapping your wrist. You barely remembered JJ’s look of pity or Rossi’s concerned gaze. The only thing you remembered was the pale face of your boyfriend as you had been lying on the ground moments before trying to hide the blood. He eventually made his way over to sit next to you after a few minutes of stunned silence.

“Hey, Spence,” you whispered as he sat next to you, the paramedic finishing up and walking away.

“How long?” He looked at your stomach, fidgeting with his hands in his lap.

“Three, um, three months,” you fiddled with the bandage on your wrist.

“And you didn’t… you didn’t think to tell me?” he asked, eyes welling up as he finally made eye contact.

“I’m so sorry Spencer, I just, we never talked about kids before and we haven’t been together for too long… I just needed time. To think.”

He nodded and swallowed thickly before softy taking your hand in his, running his finger over the fabric of your bandage.

“You never have to hide something like this from me, y/n. We’re in this together and... not to be um, too forward, but I love you,” he confessed. You knew you loved him, but neither of you had dared say it. “I love you now and I always will, so you can trust me with this kind of thing.”

Since that day, the two of you had only gotten closer. Now, a year into your marriage, you were actively trying. And after months of trying to no avail, a trip to the obstetrician was called for- the obstetrician who called your uterus hostile, which was likely the reason for your first miscarriage. You could barely fall asleep for a few weeks after your obstetrician appointment, which made this early morning case call all the more difficult. The two of you dragged yourselves out of bed and began your morning routine of getting dressed and making coffee, moving in sync with each other as you prepared for the day. It was a quick drive into the office and before you knew it you were sitting in a room full of your coworkers looking at pictures of human remains. 

“Four men killed in Ohio in the past month, each left with a note written in the same handwriting,” Penelope says as you all look at the case file. You normally had an iron stomach- in the BAU, queasiness wasn’t an option. But for the first time in your career, your face turned green at the pictures of dead bodies.

“It says here that they are all men in long-term relationships?” Emily asks.

“Correction: Were in long-term relationships. Right before they died, it was reported that they left their girlfriends,” Garcia explained.

“That’s important for the victimology, but there has to be something more to set off the unsub,” Spencer commented.

“Yeah, I bet that there was a common reason for them leaving,” you suggested, closing the case file and averting your gaze from the pictures.

“We’ll discuss more on the jet. Wheels up in twenty,” said Hotch.

You all gathered your things and began to leave for the jet, Spencer walking in stride with you.

“You know what, Spence, I’m actually gonna run across the street and grab some tampons before we go, I think i'm gonna need em,” you said. “Go on ahead without me.”

“Are you sure? I can just come with you,” he offered.

“No, no, go brainstorm with the team. I’ll be right there,” you smiled at him as you parted ways. You were going to the convenience store across the street, but it wasn’t for tampons. Your stomach fluttered as the bell jingled at the entrance. The aisle for pregnancy tests was easy to find, and you were on the jet five minutes later.

“Hey, did you find the, um…” Spencer trailed off as you sat down next to him on the jet. He wasn’t one of those men who got weird about menstruation, but you knew he was avoiding the word “tampon” to save you any embarrassment .

“Yup, I’m good,” you smiled and focused on the team who had now gathered around to further discuss the case.

“So, is there any link between the men yet? There has to be a reason that they were all killed soon after leaving their girlfriends,” JJ mused. You thought back to your past fears and your current situation and something suddenly clicked in your brain.

“Wait…” you picked up the case file. “What if��� what if they were pregnant?” you asked, looking up to see furrowed brows. “I mean, the handwriting is feminine, so maybe the unsub is a woman who’s getting revenge on men leaving their pregnant girlfriends?” you concluded.

“I’ll call Garcia. We land in 30, keep looking over the files,” Hotch said before you all sat back down in your respective seats, the outside of your thigh pressed against Spencer’s.

You were trying to think of a good time to take the pregnancy test- you couldn’t do it on the jet, it would be really hard to hide on a plane full of profilers. You decided that the best time to take it would be back at the hotel, but after working for hours you found it hard to focus with the pregnancy test in your bag. Excusing yourself to the bathroom in the local precinct, you snuck the test with you. You locked the door behind you and took the test, trying to control your breathing as you waited for the results. As you waited, you got a text from Morgan telling you that there was new information. The moment you finished reading his text, your alarm beeped. Taking a deep breath, you dared a glance at the stick. With shaky hands, you picked up the test and bit your lip to hold back your yelp of joy at the tiny little +. Shoving the test into your bag, you rushed back to the rest of the team to continue working on the case. You would tell Spencer this time, but you decided it would be best to catch a serial killer first.

Garcia confirmed through the phone that all of the girlfriends were pregnant and shared the same obstetrician who was a single mother with a young child. This seemed to be the perfect profile for an unsub killing men who walked out on their families, but something seemed off to you. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but something was bugging you about the case. You were on the way to Shelby Meyerson’s, the obstetricians house, with Morgan and Spencer when Garcia called.

“Whats up baby girl,” Morgan answered, one hand on the wheel.

“So I’ve been doing some digging and it turns out that Shelby actually has a boyfriend, Andrew. Recent social media posts show that they started dating a little over a month ago, and it looks like Andrew grew up without a father” she said.

“Right before the killings started,” you looked at Spencer from the back seat.

“Garcia, send his address,” Spencer spoke into the speaker.

“Already on it my loves,” Garcia replied, and you could hear the clacking of her keyboard as she hit send. You looked at the address in your phone.

“Morgan, that's right down the street from where we are right now,” you pointed out. The three of you didn’t waste any time getting there. You hopped out of the car and approached the door, hand instinctively resting on your gun.

“FBI, open up,” you said, rapping on the door. You waited for a moment, but when nobody answered, Derek took matters into his own hands. Within seconds, the door had been kicked down and the three of you spread out around the house, Morgan going upstairs and Spencer going into the basement as you canvassed the ground floor. You took notice of a cup of tea on a coffee table, still warm. Once you cleared the area, you made your way into the basement, gun drawn. Your heart dropped at the sight before you- a man you recognized as missing tied to the radiator in the corner of the room, and your unsub restraining your husband with a gun to his head. You kept your gun pointed at the unsub as you heard Morgan come down the stairs behind you.

“Don’t move!” The unsub, Andrew, yelled. You raised your hands when he pointed his gun at you, dropping your weapon to gain trust.

“Andrew, there’s no way to get out of this, just let him go so we can talk,” you tried to soothe him, his grip on Spencer only tightening.

“No, no, you don’t understand. These men deserve to die for leaving their children, they-they’re terrible people, I’m giving them what they deserve,” he argued, becoming frantic.

“Andrew, if you hurt that agent, you’re just as bad as the men you kill,” you began, taking small steps toward Spencer. “He’s my husband and…” you started, locking eyes with Spencer. “And I’m pregnant with his child,” you confessed. Spencer's eyes went wide, shock overtaking the previous expression of fear. You continued to speak. “If you kill him, you make him leave his child. I know you don’t want that, I know you don’t want someone else to go through what you went through,” you bargained. Thankfully, you seemed to get through to him, as he dropped his gun and collapsed to the ground, his grip on Spencer loosening as Derek moved in to cuff him.

You immediately ran to your husband, throwing your arms around his midsection as he wrapped himself around you, kissing the top of your head and whispering reassurances to you. 

“I was so scared,” you said into his chest, your voice muffled by his kevlar vest. He put his hands on the side of your face and wiped your stray tears, his own falling as he started to smile.

“Were you serious? Are… are we pregnant?” he asked, his hopeful smile spreading wide as ever. You bit your lip and nodded, squealing with joy as he picked you up and twirled you around, not even noticing the rest of the BAU had arrived at the scene.

“Hey, be careful with Y/N! She’s carrying my god child,” Derek smirked as Spencer set you down, his arms still wrapped around your waist. 

“Hold on, why does Morgan get to be the godfather?” Rossi questioned, putting on a mock italian accent, making you all laugh.

“That’s not important, what's important is that we're gonna have a baby genius running around,” JJ smiled as she walked over to hug you both, which turned into a group hug between the entire BAU. You all broke up the hug when Morgan's phone began to ring.

“Yes, baby girl everyone's safe. Actually… Pretty boy and pretty girl have some big news,” he said, putting Garcia on speaker.

“What! Tell me right now, I can't handle this!” she begged. You and Spencer smiled at each other before you began to speak.

“You’re gonna be an aunt,” you said excitedly, receiving the loudest gasp through the phone.

“You mean… you… Spencer… you guys… oh my GOD!” she began to ramble about her excitement as you all laughed, Derek taking the phone off speaker to calm her down.

“Our kid is gonna be so loved,” you smiled, grabbing his hands and standing on your toes to press a kiss on his cheek.

“We got really lucky,” he blushed, pulling you back into another hug, the world around you frozen in that moment.

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[atinymonster]

[KINGDOM: LEGENDARY WAR] episode seven

ateez 9th member.

➴ taglist: @banhmi07, @jiyeons-closet​, @jaeminpeachy​, @mochibabycakes

➴ masterlist

when jiyu wasn’t seen in any of the previews,

fans were scared and lowkey shocked since they thought she wasn’t in any of the subunits

until the 120 second kingdom contacts came out and she was in the thumbnail with...

peniel!! :D

meaning she was in the dance unit

as she should because have you heard of her performances from rounds one and two???

“What do you mean I’m scary?” Jiyu asked with a pout. She never pinned herself as intimidating, but apparently the few murmurs of agreement from the others watching on the side. 

“Not in a bad way!” Peniel quickly explained. “It’s just that you’re so different now compared to when I see you on stage that it’s just scary sometimes.”

“Ahh,” she hummed, understanding what he meant. People have always commented on her stage presence, but this was the first time someone told her outright that it was intimidating. 

“I even mentioned it on Dive Studios the other day...”

“Eh? Really?”

“Yeah, Eric started laughing at me until I showed him your fancam from the first round,” Peniel chuckled, recalling how Eric’s face morphed into amazement that “such energy came from a small girl”, so he said.  

She suddenly felt shy at the thought of senior idols from Dive Studios watching her fancam. Cupping her pink cheeks in her hands, she heard Wooyoung’s loud voice ring throughout the room.

“AHH Baby Monster’s shy!”

when changmin started announcing rankings,

she was surprised they ranked second overall

baby was just happy they ranked in the top three :((

when changmin introduced super junior’s shindong and donghae as two of the special judges out of the 33,

she gasped and went :o (like literally all the boys)

she was really anticipating all of the stages since it wasn’t everyday they could collab with each other

but she had a dilemma since her boyfriend was in the opposite team and in the rap stage :((

she remembered sunwoo fanboying over bobby to her when she visited his dorm for his birthday :((

but she also found it really ironic that sunwoo and hwiyoung were performing together after all that happened

either way, she jammed out to their beat and lyrics

when wooyoung said hwiyoung was sexy and jongho went “i told you” she did a double take

“oOoOh jongho”

“i’m surprised you managed to save hwiyoung from sunwoo” (yeosang)

“...it took a while, but i managed”

(but that didn’t stop sunwoo from being the tiniest bit of savage towards hwiyoung when they were preparing—)

(and why hwiyoung felt the need to use formal language with sunwoo—)

cheered so hard for the mayfly rap team

she was already mesmerized when she watched their rehearsals, but the actual performance was just breathtaking

“that’s our leader!!” 🥺

when minhyuk made his grand entrance she went :O

she made sure to not hit anyone out of excitement with her left hand since it had the claw rings on them and she didn’t want to accidentally stab someone

she pat hongjoong’s head when he came back to the waiting room :((

(she’s the only one he allows to do that because he likes happy jiyu)

please when it was the dance unit’s turn she really stood up and started stretching even though they go after it’s one

but she found it’s one’s dance performance so pretty and elegant

“they all look so pretty!”

it seemed to fly by because before she knew it, it was mayfly’s turn

she actually wasn’t as nervous this time because she had a duo part with felix :D

but that didn’t mean she felt pressure

since they also recorded the song with their own voices, she was also able to showcase her rapping in the beginning (after felix’s part)

please, everyone wasn’t expecting her to sound so different when she raps 😭

her and felix’s duo part when they made eye contact? everyone ate that up

because they both looked so immersed in the performance and the feral look in both their eyes

and she lifted her left hand to accentuate the accessories on her fingers

peeked over her shoulder real quick to look at felix and wooyoung’s stunt before silently cheering that they safely succeeded

please, after the performance and her ending fairy moment, 

she became the junior artists’ idol crush right then and there

even the other judges were impressed with her energy and power

but that persona went away as fast as it made its appearance because when the staff gave the okay, her earlier facial expression dropped and she lowkey started tearing up when they started to cheer and gather for a group hug

“oh no baby monster’s crying!” 

“n-no i’m not!”

(thanks for exposing her wooyoung—)

“why why why?”

got crushed my mama seonghwa’s hug as he asked why she was tearing up :((

“Jiyu was pretty worried about the performance,” Wooyoung explained, patting her knee. “She was worried about not being able to keep up and it kind of stressed her out since she didn’t want to be the reason we lose points. It got to the point where she was the last one out of the practice room almost everyday.”

She nodded along to what he was saying, remembering all those nights when she stayed late to go over the choreography over and over again until she was satisfied.

"Don’t worry, our maknae did so well!” Peniel reassured, turning around to shoot her a grin. “She killed it out there!”

A small smile appeared on her face at everyone’s attempts to reassure her. because she was genuinely worried about falling behind or even lacking at certain parts of the performance. But those worries were quickly dispelled. 

“We all managed to become really close with one another within this time period, and whether we win or lose, there’ll definitely be no regrets since we gave it our all. And even though after this, our time as a Mayfly will be over and we go back to competing against each other again, but we’ll always be cheering each other on,” she finished with a small nod. 

Everyone nodded, agreeing with her words. They all appreciated the time they had together, even though it was endless, tiring hours of perfecting their performance. 

“Who said this decides when the journey ends?” Peniel joked, earning whoops of “ooh’s” and agreement.  

Jiyu chuckled at the man’s hype. “If that’s the case, it looks like this mayfly lives on for eternity!”

in conclusion, she grew really attached to the mayfly dance unit 🥺

bonus: peniel managed to get over his intimidation of her after spending time with her and realizing she was just a kid (that turns into a monster whenever she has to peform) :D