#AND HE HAD THE AUDACITY TO SAY ITS MY FAULT BECAUSE I STARTED IT

[notarmedandnotdangerous]

thunderbolts* bucky having a meeting time with his other teammates but reader sends him a lot of freaky pictures of himself for bucky

i love when you fuck punched-out moans out of someone. god its so hot so i put that in this fic. yeah its nasty. i wanted to post this yesterday but i totalled my phone 💔 still i hope u guys enjoyy

+18 mdni! bucky's been a brat so you decide to test him, sorta.

cw: dom!m!thunderbolt*!reader, sub!bratty!thunderbolt*!bucky, porn with a little plot (?), reader sends explicit photos, bucky has a degradation, and praise kink, masturbation, overstimulation, use of toys (fleshlight), thunderbolts* are involved, use of 'slut', and 'sergeant', dumbification, fingering

word count: >7.2k

!! @swiftie-fault

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briefing with the team was.. tough today.

valentina was talking, while everyone watched some drone footage, the strategy map lighting up in blue.

but bucky couldn’t focus. not even a little.

he’s got a raging hard-on in his tactical pants, sweat beading behind his ears, and your name caught like a prayer under his tongue.

you’ve been tormenting him from across the table all afternoon.

he made the mistake of checking your first text when he sat down, and now he’s fucking spiraling.

—

all this had started way before the meeting though.

it was all because of bucky’s mouth. smart, sharp, and a little too smug for his own good.

he had been acting out all week, tossing off snarky comments whenever you spoke to him, ignoring direct instructions from you, and giving you that cocky little shrug after, then looking you up, and down like you were the one on thin ice.

and you let it build, let him test you. it wasn’t because you were soft, fuck no. it was because you wanted him to, because of how bad he wanted to see what you’d do about it.

you knew exactly what that bratty little performance was hiding, a need to be handled, controlled, and put back into his place.

so the night before the ops briefing, you pulled him aside in the hallway. there weren’t any witnesses, since everyone had left to their own respective rooms. just you, and him.

bucky was still warm from sparring with john earlier, sweat drying at his collarbone, shoulder-length hair falling loose against his neck. he leaned against the wall, as if he didn’t feel your gaze tracing every fucking inch of him.

“you got something to say to me?” he asked, casual, mocking even.

you stepped in close, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make him shift his weight.

“tomorrow, you’re going to sit in that meeting like a good little soldier.”

“and what if i don’t?”

“then i’ll make sure the entire room watches you fall apart.” you leaned in, right to the shell of his ear. “you so much as roll your eyes, barnes, and i’ll put you in your fucking place.”

bucky laughed. he had the audacity to fucking laugh.

“you going to pull rank on me?” he tilted his head. “thought you liked it when i act out.”

oh he wanted it.

you gave him a smile.

“then you’ll love what i’ve got planned for you.

he thought you were bluffing.

now he’s got a rock-hard cock in his pants, your voice echoing in his head, and sweat slipping down the back of his neck while he tried not to shift too noticeably in his seat.

bucky barely made it through the first slide of drone footage before your name was already pinched behind his teeth like a moan he didn’t dare let slip.

you waited until he looked settled, until his legs were spread wide, fingers tapping lightly on the table like he had the upper hand. you’re across the table. calm, composed, typing quietly on your laptop. no one would ever guess that a few feet away from these armed assassins, you’ve been sending him absolutely depraved photos, and videos of yourself.

he sat like he’s focused. he isn’t though.

then you sent the first of many videos.

‘[attachment]’

bucky’s phone buzzed on his thigh. the thumbnail of the video was pitch black. there wasn’t any context, so he clicked in without thinking. he expected silence, or maybe a photo.

it was a video of you jerking yourself off. low, wet, obscene slapping sounds played, barely noticeable. your hand wrapped tight around your cock, as your thumb circled around the tip. but the second your voice spills from the speakers of his phone, he jumps. the sound punched through the meeting like a gunshot.

the entire room turned, and bucky fumbled his phone like it had burned him, practically slamming it face-down on the table. a flush creeped up his neck immediately, but he cleared his throat, trying to recover with a forced, breathy laugh.

“fuck- sorry, someone sent me the wrong file.”

“you good, bucky?” yelena asked.

he coughed, nodded too fast.

“yeah, all good. won’t happen again.” he didn’t dare to look up at you. he swears he can feel your voice in his spine.

you didn’t let up.

buzz. another message.

‘put your hands in your lap if you want me to stop.’

he didn’t. of course he didn’t.

so you sent more.

the next one was a photo.

‘[attachment]: you’d look so good crying on this in front of everyone.’

it was a photo of your cock jutting up from your slacks, tip flushed, a single bead of pre-cum sliding down as your fingers held the base.

bucky only let the preview load for half a second, that was all he needed. he shifted in his seat like he couldn’t get comfortable. he thinks that if he shifted, the fabric wouldn’t dig so deep into the tip of his cock, but it only makes things worse.

“barnes, input?” valentina asks.

“uh. yeah. go for it.” he sighed.

“are you okay? look like you’ve seen a ghost.” this time, john asked.

“yeah. fine.”

you were far from done.

‘[attachment]’

this one was shorter. your fingers stroked your cock slowly, almost lazily, the camera angled as if he was on his knees watching you. his volume was turned all the way off, and you mouthed something at the camera.

bucky knew exactly what it was. he’s heard you say it while pressing his face into the sheets.

‘you know who you belong to.’

the loop was short, maybe about five seconds long, but he watches it again, and again. his breath stutters on the fourth loop.

the rest of the team was engaged in valentina’s presentation about satellite sweeps.

but not him. he’s gone quiet, too quiet.

bucky’s phone was tilted just enough to face away from everyone else, but you see him watching something with laser focus, thumb tapping just once every few seconds.

he’s looping it, looping the video you sent, looping your hand slowly working on your cock. he knows the video’s on mute, he knows no one else can hear, and he swears he can hear you moan in his ear.

you don’t say a word, just smiled, and paid attention to valentina’s presentation.

across the table, alexei tilts his head.

“barnes, you good?”

bucky jolts, and he fumbles to lock his phone, flipping it over so fast it almost falls out of his hands.

“..i’m fine.” his voice cracks. “just- uh, cramps.”

“from what? sitting?” ava jokes.

he was already pulling his shoulders back like he’s ready to fight someone.

“no- just.. don’t worry about it.”

you raised your hand, smooth as ever.

“he’s been off since this morning, might be overworked. you want someone to check you out, sergeant?”

bucky shot you a glare so sharp it could slit someone’s throat.

you just tilted your head, lips curling.

‘you know who you belong to.’

your voice echoed in his head, and he looks down again. beneath the table, his thighs twitched with the effort to not grind against the seat.

buzz. bucky’s phone vibrated again. he braced himself as he opened your chat.

‘debriefing in 20 then we leave.’

he sighed in relief when he read the message. but his breath caught when he saw the other ones.

‘if i see you walk out of this room hard, i’ll fuck you so deep you forget how to speak.’

‘your choice.’

he reads it, and his hand gripped the edge of the table so hard the metal creaks.

—

the common room emptied out one body at a time.

ava vanished before valentina was even done talking, phasing through the wall rather than using the door.

valentina dropped a cryptic remark on her way out, making everyone feel like they missed something.

yelena rolled her eyes, throwing a jab, before strutting out.

bob shuffled out with a nervous smile, following behind yelena.

bucky stayed.

you knew he would.

you were still at the table, sipping from your bottle as you logged your final notes from the debrief. you could practically feel him from across the room.

john left with no unnecessary words, just a stiff nod.

alexei offered a wink to the both of you, he probably knew what the both of you were up to.

when the last door clicked shut, bucky struck.

your back was barely turned when his voice cracked like a whip through the silence.

“what the actual fuck is wrong with you?” he snapped.

you didn’t flinch, just looked up at him.

“good evening to you too, handsome.”

“no. don’t ‘handsome’ me.” bucky was on you within seconds. not physically, but close enough to feel the heat rolling off his chest. his jaw was tight, hands on his hips like he needed something to hold on to so that he wouldn’t spiral. “you think that shit you pulled today was funny? sending me all that shit during a briefing? playing your little ‘games’ in front of the whole team?”

you set your tablet down slowly.

“all that shit?” you repeated. “that’s not what you were thinking when you played it on loop.”

that got him. his mouth twitched like he was biting back a growl.

“you humiliated me. made me look like some fucking rookie who can’t sit still without leaking in his pants. you- fuck, you planned that shit.”

you leaned back against the table, crossing your arms as you watched him spiral.

“keep going.”

“what?” bucky blinked.

“you finished?”

“no, i’m not fucking finished!” he threw his hands up. “ you pull me aside like you’re going to talk strategy, and instead you whisper all that shit in my ear, and i knew what you were doing. i fucking knew it, and i still.. fuck.” he looked down at his boots, then back at you, then away again. “i can’t think when you do that. i can’t focus.” he gestured wildly at you. “and you’re there sitting, acting all cool, like you didn’t just me fucking porn in a meeting!”

you stayed exactly where you were, unmoving. you let him ramble, let him try to claw his way out of the hole he had dug for himself.

“you made me sit through hour-long meetings with a fucking hard on!” he hissed. “i almost fucking whined in front of them!”

“and? that’s all your fault. did you think about me while you sat there all tense? think about me fucking you in front of everyone?”

“i thought about wringing your fucking neck.” his jaw flexes.

“you thought about me bending you over the table.”

“i thought about shutting that mouth of yours.”

“you thought about filling mine, yeah? with your cock?”

bucky twitches.

“you treat me like i’m some toy you can wind up, and leave twitching. like i don’t matter outside of what i do for you.” he took a breath. “i’m not your pet, not some fucking plaything, not weak. you don’t own me.”

you’re still leaning against the door.

and then, silence.

your eyes didn’t soften. you took a step closer, and when you spoke, your voice was lower, warmer. that sweet, condescending tone he absolutely hated because it made him ache.

“are you finished now?” you stepped closer, until you were chest-to-chest with him.

bucky’s mouth parts, but no sound came out.

“because if you’re not, you’re more than welcome to keep throwing your little tantrum. i’ve got all night, sergeant.”

he’s staring at you now, he realised too late what he had just admitted. he had just cursed you out, screamed in your face, and you hadn’t flinched, hadn’t snapped back, hadn’t raised your voice. this wasn’t just a spat, wasn’t about him pushing your buttons, and getting away with it.

now it was your turn. you had let him scream, pace, bare his teeth, and throw every single insult he could think of at you.

but when you speak? he shuts the fuck up.

because no matter how angry bucky barnes might be, he's never ready for when you’re angry.

“no? then keep going, barnes. tell me more about how you don’t care, about how i don’t matter to you.” you sat back down on the chair, crossing your legs. “say it again, like you said it with my fingers wrapped around your throat last week.”

bucky’s breath stutters.

‘i’m fucked.’

“say it like you weren’t rutting into my thigh two days ago, begging me to touch you. say it like you don’t whimper whenever i tell you no.”

his jaw tightens, he’s not talking anymore.

“you’re not mad because i humiliated you, you’re mad because you fucking loved it.”

he gulped.

“on your knees.”

bucky drops. no hesitation this time, but only for a while because he’s stubborn. even when he’s kneeling, he’s still trying to win. he clenches his jaw, and lifts his eyes, like he’s daring you to keep going.

you leaned over, grabbed his chin hard, and forced his eyes up to yours.

“you want to act like a brat? i’ll treat you like one.” your voice was sharp. “you don’t get to yell at me, and then want me in the same breath. you don’t get to scream at me, then get hard when i talk to you like this. you want me? then fucking crawl.”

he swallowed hard, hands at his sides now, fists clenched.

“you say you’re not my toy, not my pet, so why do you act like one?” you leaned in. “you sure do bark, snarl, and fight like one.” you let go of his jaw. “so here’s what’s going to happen, sergeant barnes.” you pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. “you’re going to kneel, apologise, and then you’re going to thank me.”

he blinked.

“or you can keep pretending you still have control in this situation.” you continued.

“you got what you wanted. you want me on my knees? fine. i’m kneeling, happy now?”

your expression doesn’t change, your gaze doesn’t soften, but your voice dropped.

“stand up.”

bucky falters.

“..what?”

“i said, stand the fuck up, barnes.” you don’t raise your voice, you don’t have to anyway.

he rises slowly, like he’s testing the waters. he still thinks this is a game he can win, like he hadn’t already lost.

you step in close, eyes locked with his. cold, flat, and unimpressed.

“you think kneeling with that scowl makes you a man? you think being bratty earns you control?”

he didn’t reply.

“you’re not kneeling for me, you’re kneeling for your fucking ego.” you huffed. “you want control so badly? take it, go ahead. say something real, do something brave.”

nothing. just that tense jaw.

“no? of course not. because you’re not here to fix anything. you’re here because i didn’t fall apart when you raised your voice at me.” you scoff. “you’re here because i didn’t let you win.”

his mouth opens again, and you talk right over him.

“you’re not dominant. you’re not clever. you’re not even interesting when you act like this. you’re just loud.”

bucky’s jaw ticks, and his gaze softens slightly, out of sheer intimidation. he prayed you wouldn’t notice it, but you did, like you always do.

“loud, needy, and fucking desperate.”

he flinches, just a fraction, but you notice it. usually you would feel bad, but today just wasn’t the day.

“you’re not dangerous, buck. you’re embarrassing.”

bucky tried to speak, tried to pull something together, some insult, some plea, but you’ve already turned your back.

“we’re done here. you’re not worth my time right now.”

“wait-”

“you wanted to be treated like a man, so act like one. until then? go ahead, and get yourself off thinking about what i could’ve done to you.” then you walk away, there was no glance back, no pity.

bucky didn’t know whether to chase after you, or crawl to you, and beg.

instead he stand there, frozen, and short-circuiting.

his pulse was jackhammering, his face flushed with shame, and frustration. but lower? his cock was fucking aching, throbbing so hard it hurt.

‘stand the fuck up.’

he’s so hard he could cum from the memory alone, from the utter indifference in your tone, from the fact that you didn’t even need to yell at him.

you didn’t even touch him, and he’s leaking into his briefs, like a desperate bitch who got put in his place, and fucking liked it.

bucky let out a shuddering breath, and leaned back against the wall like his knees weren’t working anymore. he’s panting now, swallowing hard, head tipping back like he can escape the way your voice fucking echos in his ears.

‘you’re not dangerous, buck. you’re embarassing.’

he groans, one hand slipping down to adjust himself. there wasn’t any relief, just torture. his cock jerked like it heard your voice too.

and the worst part was that he knew he deserved it.

and now? he’s going to have to sit with that. hard, alone, and desperate.

—

bucky stumbled into his room. it was dark, except for the faint glow of the city lights sneaking through his blinds. he slams the door shut behind him, locking it.

your voice still echoed in his head.

‘go ahead, get yourself off thinking about what i could’ve done to you.’

like you knew he would, like you wanted him to, like you dared him to.

his hands were already at his belt, tugging it open with a frustrated groan. he didn’t even bother taking his shirt off anymore. he’s been hard since the afternoon, since the meeting, since the first time you looked at him with that glare.

his cock sprung free the second his pants fell, flushed red, and already leaking.

bucky grabs the toy you’d made him buy, something you mocked him for needing in the first place. it was already on his nightstand. he never put it away, not after the last time you called him your ‘pathetic little mess’. he drops to the center of the bed. he didn’t even need lube, he was already leaking so much. then, he lines himself up, and pushes in.

squelch.

it was fucking obscene, loud in the silence. the fleshlight warm, and too tight around his weepy cock. it was perfect. his head tips back with a gasp as he thrusts forward automatically. it was desperate, and mindless, as if he was being dragged by instinct alone.

‘you’re just loud.’

the first orgasm was almost immediate. it creeps up fast, too fast for his liking, leaving his body tense, and spasming. he cums with a muffled groan, hips stuttering up into the toy, thighs shaking under the pressure.

but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t even pause. he couldn't. he was still so hard, aching, and your voice was everywhere.

bucky’s hands started to shake by the second orgasm. the toy is slick now, filthy with his cum. each thrust was too wet, too soft, and too much, yet not enough at the same time. his whole body burnt, overstimulated, and starving all at once. he rubs his cock raw against the toy, chasing that pressure again, whimpering when it builds too fast.

his second orgasm crashes into him harder than the first. his mouth opened, and his hips twitched so violently the toy nearly slips from his hand. his abs cramp with the effort, and his breath catches in his throat.

still, he doesn’t stop.

by the third, it hurt. but it hurt so good.

the tip of his cock was swollen, and flushed, too sensitive to touch, but he keeps thrusting into the toy, keeps panting, keeps picturing the look on your face when you snapped at him.

‘stand the fuck up.’

bucky lost count of how many times he had came. four? five?

at some point, his legs just fell open, limp, and spread wide on the mattress as the toy slides wetly over his cock again, and again. he’s making sounds now, ugly, disgusting sounds, high, broken moans he tried to bury in his wrist. the overstimulation has his thighs jerking with every stroke, every thrust of his cock into the toy.

by the last orgasm, he’s barely even hard anymore, just swollen, trembling, and leaking onto the toy with little hiccupped gasps, and whines. his stomach was sticky, hand slick all the way to his wrist, the sheets underneath him ruined, and cum all over the towel he used halfway through, and forgot to toss.

he finally lets the toy fall from his hand. his fingers wouldn’t close anymore. his entire body is trembling, sweat cooling on his body. his shirt had rode up to his chest with the way he kept going at it, letting his cum drip all over his abs. he drags the towel limply over his abs in a half-hearted attempt to clean himself up, but his arms give out halfway through.

he didn’t even manage to roll over, just falls asleep like that, legs still spread, shirt clinging to his back, cock soft, and sore against his thigh.

he doesn’t dream, just aches.

—

the common room was already buzzing.

john’s letting bob read the news on his tablet.

yelena, and ava are nursing orange juice.

alexei’s lounging on the couch in some horrible silk robe.

and then there’s you, perfectly comfortable at the kitchen island, coffee in hand, legs crossed.

bucky steps in, slowly. his hair was damp, shirt inside-out, eyes glassy. and what’s worse was that he was fucking limping. it was subtle, but it’s there. he’s too stiff, too careful.

bob notices immediately.

“you look like you got hit by a truck.” bob says. “are you okay, bucky?”

“again?” alexei adds. “are you even trying to dodge anymore?”

“did you get jumped in the hallway? blink twice if it was walker.” yelena spoke.

bucky doesn’t even react, just shuffles to the counter. he grabbed a mug, placed it under the coffee machine, and just stared at it.

everyone watched, including you.

“did you break that?” yelena asked.

“i didn’t- it’s not broken, it’s just.. technical difficulties.” he spoke, voice a little too high.

“sure, you look like someone gave you technical difficulties.”

bucky takes a deep breath, then continues. it was just coffee, and toast, how hard could it be?

he grabs a slice of bread, drops it, picks it back up, and drops it again. he plugs in the toaster, and just stares at the dial. it was already set to 3. he turns it to 4, then back to 2, then 5. then he forgets which level he actually wanted.

his coffee had finally started brewing, it smells good. he sighs in relief, but then the toaster pops, and he jumps so hard he yelps. the stares at the toaster like it had betrayed him. his toast was burnt.

“fuck.” he yanks it out, setting it on a plastic plate. he didn’t trust himself with thin glass at the moment. “..i need butter.”

bucky opens the fridge, stares inside, and completely blanks on what butter even looks like.

“he’s gone.” john spoke.

bucky’s tongue darts out to wet his lips, then he shakes his head like he can physically reboot himself.

bob walks over, and helps him with his toast, and coffee.

when he finally returns to the table, everyone was eager to know what had happened to him.

“you okay there soldier?” alexei asked.

“he’s.. limping. like actually. that’s a ‘my legs gave out’ limp.” fuck, bob was in it too.

“you look like you fucked a blender.” yelena continued.

“or like a blender fucked you.” you added, and everyone couldn’t help but laugh.

“no one touched me.” he muttered, voice hoarse from moaning for hours on end. “i’m fine.”

“what?” alexei squinted at him.

“what?” he repeated, slower this time. “no one touched me last night. that’s not what- it wasn’t-”

“didn’t say someone touched you.” yelena chirps. “you did that to yourself huh?”

“god, you’re worse than walker.” ava added.

“don’t bring me into this!” john groaned.

“i’m fine. just.. didn’t get r- didn’t get sleep.”

“you said you didn't get enough sleep, are you sure no one touched you?” bob asked.

“yeah, so i’m fine.”

everyone stared at bucky.

“that’s.. not how that works.” alexei added.

“but it is,” he replies, clearly convinced. “because i, like, i just.. did it myself.”

“wait, you did that to yourself?” yelena practically jumped out of her seat.

“n-no. yeah.. i mean- not like that. i didn’t- it’s not-” bucky grunts, keeping his eyes on the floor. he tries to shuffle back to the table without making noise, but everything about him is loud. the limp, the damp hair that he clearly didn’t dry properly, the faint flush on his cheeks, the tremble of overexertion in his hands.

“holy shit, no fucking way.” ava turned to you. “did you have anything to do with this?” she asked, turning towards you.

“he did this to himself. he didn’t touch him, you can tell.” john defended you.

“blink twice if you got railed into the mattress last night.” yelena asked.

“he blinked five times. that’s code for ‘overstimulated himself, and now he can’t walk’.” you hinted at it.

“that’s.. embarrassing, kinda. sorry, bucky.” bob spoke.

bucky grips his coffee mug like it’s the last shred of dignity he had. he doesn’t say a word. he looked like he spent the whole night getting railed to oblivion, which would make sense, except you didn’t touch him.

all you did was say ‘go ahead, get yourself off thinking about what i could’ve done to you.’

you didn’t expect him to actually do it.

bucky felt it, that heat creeping up the back of his neck, that throb in his cock that he cannot handle right now, that twitch in his thighs from muscles that are still recovering from the abuse he gave them. he tried to sit down, fails the first time, then lowers himself with a hiss.

he sits way too carefully, thighs shaking. you catch him shifting in his seat like he can’t find a comfortable angle. he can’t, his cock was still oversensitive. even the slight drag of the cotton of his pants burnt.

then he reaches for a spoon, and knocks over the creamer.

“fuck.”

you crossed one leg over the other.

“okay maybe i had something to do with it.” you admitted. “i did say ‘get yourself off’, but i didn’t mean it literally. i didn’t say make yourself stupid over it.” you shrugged, and the table practically erupted in laughter.

you were lucky they were all really open-minded, or else you wouldn’t know how else you were supposed to deal with this.

bucky’s face turns a shade of red, and he tries to shoot you a flare, but his brain’s too fried to hold it. the best he could do was a pout, and groan.

the laughter still echoed when he tried to rally.

“it wasn’t like that.” his voice was hoarse, tight, and a little too defensive.

“oh this should be good.” ava was already grinning.

“i just worked out too hard last night.” he spoke.

“only an idiot would believe that. we weren’t born yesterday, soldier.” alexei snorted.

“you worked out, huh?” you hummed.

“yeah. a lot. like, arms, and uh, stuff.” bucky pointed weakly to one of them. “these. you know, burn.”

“burn.” ava repeats.

“didn’t know moaning into a pillow was considered as a workout.” yelena added.

“i wasn’t-” bucky stopped himself, realising how close he was to digging a deeper hole. “overtrained. too much.. discipline.”

“we don’t have to, the walk says it all.” ava joked.

“i just slept weird, okay?”

“are you sure you slept?” bob asked, he was clearly concerned, but didn’t want to miss out on the fun.

“i’m serious.” bucky insists.

“want to tell them how many times you came?”

the room went silent, and bucky cursed under his breath.

“wait, that’s what did it?” ava let out a low whistle.

bucky’s response was a little delayed.

“i don’t know.. like, six? ..oh my god.” he buried his face into his palms. he had muttered the truth, on autopilot.

the silence was instant, and everyone stares.

“wait- no, that’s not-”

yelena started howling.

“that’s commitment.” even bob had started laughing.

“i meant- fuck, i meant the workout. i did six sets last night.” he gestures with his spoon. “real.. intense.”

“what, a core workout? you’re walking like your spine’s rearranged.” john cackled.

“so proud of you soldier, that’s real stamina!” alexei patted bucky on the back

“i did not!” he tries to defend himself.

bucky opened his mouth, nothing comes out, not even a grunt. he tries to straighten up, stand taller, in an attempt to regain some dignity, but his thighs tremble, and everyone saw it. he limps off towards the exit.

—

it only got worse after breakfast.

the teasing? he could almost handle, the way everyone else side-eyed him when he winced or let out a grunt that he thought was silent? fine.

annoying, humiliating, but fine.

what wasn’t fine though, was how his body kept betraying him.

bucky’s pacing the hallways now, trying to walk it off, trying to calm down.

the problem is, every step does something to him. his thighs were so sore they trembled, his hips ached, and his cock, still twitchy, kept brushing against the fabric of his sweats just right, or wrong, he couldn’t tell anymore. it wasn’t even the stimulation anymore, it’s the echoes. he’s trying to be normal, he really is, but his skin remembers, and his muscles don’t fucking care what he wants.

so when he leans on the stairwell railing, innocently, he doesn’t expect his hips to shift, doesn’t expect the seam of his sweats to grind right up against the underside of his sensitive cock. his breath caught sharp in his throat, and he yanks back as if he got burnt.

he doesn’t mean to do all this, his brain’s just lagging behind, reacting three seconds too late to everything. he tells himself it’s just a flinch, but his hips rolled forward against the cool metal of the railing.

“fuck.” he hisses, pulling away.

bucky walks faster now, praying that movement will help.

it doesn’t.

every single surface is a threat. the wall? brushed his side, and made him gasp. even the back of a chair, a fucking chair, nearly buckled his knees when he bumped the edge of it against his thigh.

“this is ridiculous.” every time he rubs against something, by accident, he swears, his breath stutters. it wasn’t loud, wasn’t obvious, but there was a moan here, and a whimper there occasionally.

bucky gave up. the door to his room shut with a solid click.

he is not okay.

his cock was hard again. it had been hard on, and off the entire morning.

so now he’s pacing his room like an idiot, palms braced on the windowsill, the desk, the dresser, anything to hold himself up while his stupid, traitorous hips keep rocking into the air like they’re waiting to be grabbed, held down, and then used.

a pillow on the edge of his bed almost undoes him right there, and then. he presses down against it, just once, and his eyes roll back. his mouth falls open, he mewls, and then he panics.

no, no. he can’t go there again, not after last night, not after he destroyed himself already, rubbed himself raw with that toy, drenched the inside of the fleshlight until it was dripping. he came six times, maybe seven. he lost count when his cock started to ache every time he twitched.

his body doesn’t give a fuck though. his cock twitches again, straining against the thin fabric of his sweats, and his knees go weak this time. thank god he was already on the bed, or he would’ve collapsed on the ground.

so, bucky does the only thing he can possibly think of. he grabs a towel, stumbles into the bathroom, and runs cold water all over his face until the sound of blood rushing in his ears quiets down.

he dries off, slowly, like he’s trying to stay calm. he isn’t though.

eventually, he peels off the sweats, sticky, and humiliatingly damp, then he flops back into bed with a groan. the towel ends up under his hips, because he can’t trust his body not to leak the second he thinks about you.

he didn’t mean to fall asleep, but the exhaustion takes him, finally.

—

when bucky wakes, it was already dark. the towel under him is damp again, maybe from sweat this time. his cock isn’t hard anymore, thank god, but it’s tender, raw, and sore. he still can’t stop thinking about you.

so when the knock comes, he thinks he’s dreaming.

“open the door, bucky.”

your voice.

his eyes snap open, heart thudding.

“fuck, i can't do this. not right now.” he scrambles up, muscles protesting, pulls his sweats up, and stumbles to the door. when he opens it, you’re already leaning against the door frame, arms crossed. he’s shirtless, in just his sweats, damp again.

you glance past bucky into the room, towel on the bed, wrinkled sheets, the toy still thrown somewhere on his mattress.

“you know i wasn’t serious about getting yourself off, right?”

“i know.” he couldn’t meet your eyes.

“but you did it anyway.”

“..yeah.”

you step in, shutting the door behind you.

bucky backs up on instinct, but there really wasn’t anywhere to go. he bumps into the dresser, and you follow.

“still not okay?” you ask softly.

“i was.” he hides his face in his arm, climbing onto the bed.

“you were fine?”

“after the nap, sort of.”

you sat down on the edge of the bed, and he flinches when it dips.

“seriously?” you asked. “i'm not doing anything.”

“you- fuck, you know what you sound like, right? what you do to me?”

“i just wanted to see what you’d do, and now you’re like this, can’t think, can’t even walk straight.” you leaned in closer. “you’ve been grinding into everything like a desperate thing.”

“..you don’t know that.” he groans.

“i can guess.” you sighed. “thought you could get off without me? that feel good, huh?”

bucky’s thighs are trembling again.

“didn’t even last, did you? couldn’t fucking wait.”

“i couldn’t stop.” he whispers. “i kept trying to cum until i didn’t want it anymore, and it- it just got worse.”

you grabbed his jaw.

“did i say you could touch yourself at all? did i give you direct orders to do that?”

“no.” he shook his head.

“so what’s going to happen now?”

bucky blinks at you, dazed.

“now i’m going to show you what happens when you cum without permission, hm?”

he groans at that, like the sheer sound of your voice short-circuits his brain.

you push him back against the pillows, and prop his feet up. the moment you lick his cock, slowly, from the base to the tip, he screams.

“fuck! oh god, fuck, fuck- fuck! i can’t-”

you suck him in all the way in one smooth motion, and his knees buckle.

“you- your fucking mouth- fuck, fuck it’s too much, it’s fuck- please..”

you hum around him, and his entire body jolts.

bucky made a choked, gasping noise like a sob.

“why does it feel this- ugh, you- you’re going to kill me, i swear-”

you pop off slowly, dragging your tongue along the underside, and grin up at him.

“i haven’t even started yet, sweetheart.” you climb over him, pin his wrists down, and leave marks on his neck.

“please- please, fuck me. i need it. i’ll lose my mind if you don’t. i-i’ll cum again from your voice if you don’t-”

“then shut up, and let me prepare you.”

bucky moans at that like it’s fucking praise.

your fingers find his hole, and stroke there gently.

“so pretty, is this all for me?”

he nods.

“that’s good. you want me to stretch you nice, and slow before i fuck you, don’t you?” you spit in your hand, and rub it into him, fingers slick, and gentle. the first finger goes in with barely any resistance, but you don’t rush, just work him open with steady, shallow strokes, making sure every movement brushes his prostate.

bucky’s head lolls to the side when you lean down, and kiss the soft skin of his stomach while you added more fingers. his back arches, and he lets out a high whine.

“that’s it, open up for me. i want you nice, and relaxed before i ruin you.”

“ahh- oh fuck, that’s- fuck, please, i-i can’t..” he whimpers. “i’m going to c-cum, just from that, i swear to god-”

“don’t you dare.” you murmur.

“i’m sorry- i-i’ve been so sensitive, can’t help it-”

you slap your free hand over bucky’s mouth, and you swear his eyes roll back.

“you cum again without permission, and i’ll edge you for the rest of the fucking night.” you growled.

he whines, nodding.

“you ready for it? want my cock inside you?”

“y-yeah.” he breathes. “want it- want you so bad-”

“come on, where are your manners?” you stroke your thumb across the tip of his leaking cock, and press down, hard.

bucky jerks, and his eyes fly open. a strangled gasp tears out of his throat, and he scrambles.

“f-fuck.. shit.” he chokes.

you don’t move your thumb, just kept the pressure firm.

he tries to writhe, but he’s so weak.

“please- i can’t- oh my god-”

you finally let up, and he almost collapses.

“that too much for you?”

he nodded.

“please.. please fuck me.. feels too good..”

you take off your pants, and let the tip of your cock nudge against his hole, but you don’t press in, not yet.

“see? that’s better. good boys use their manners.”

when you finally push in, his back arches off the bed.

“fuck- oh god, oh god. i can feel everything, you’re so deep- aah..” he gasps as you bottom out, his words dissolving into another broken moan. his head falls back against the pillow, and for a second it looked like he had short-circuited completely. he grabs at the sheets like they’ll ground him, but they don’t, nothing does, not when you were 8 inches deep in him.

“loud already? i’ve barely done anything yet.” you fuck him slowly, and deeply. “fuck, you’re soaked.”

bucky shakes his head wildly, but his brain was already gone. he tries to answer, really, but all that comes out is a trembling, broken sound.

“oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck- no, wait- slow.. no- please, just.. oh my god, your cock, y-your cock feels.. so good.. i-i’m going to.. haa.. no- wait! fuck, don’t- too much- please, oh god! can’t- fuck, can’t take-” he was rambling now.

“i know you can’t.”

and he fucking sobs.

“too bad. you’re going to take it.” you growl, fucking him through it. ”you’re going to take every fucking inch until you can’t walk, yeah?”

“i already can’t- fuck, fuck- fuck!” his legs started to spasm, and you pin them down. he’s crying, thrashing under you, tears in his eyes from the sheer intensity.

“such a messy slut. thought you could get yourself off, and be fine? you needed me this whole time, didn’t you?”

“yes- yes! i need you- n-need your cock.. need you inside me-”

you grab bucky’s jaw to kiss him hard, and he fucking whines into your mouth.

“then shut up, and take it.” you fuck him hard now. deep, punishing strokes that make the bedframe bang against the wall.

you lean over, drag your hand down his chest, then grip his waist again, and thrusted.

“ah- uh, uh, uh-” his voice stutters with every push, the rhythm forces the noises out of him like you’re fucking the breath straight from his lungs.

you always loved when he started making these sounds.

he tried to keep it in, but he can’t, his body just reacts for him.

every single thrust knocks another sound out of him.

“that’s all you’ve got left to say?”

“nnh.. uh, uh-” he chokes, legs shaking around your waist. “fuck- uh, uh, please-” he was gone, drooling, sobbing, words slurring, and breaking apart by the slap of your hips against him.

you fuck him harder, and he screams.

it just kept coming, those helpless, punched out sounds that get faster, and more urgent, like his brain’s short-circuiting, and that’s all he knows how to do now, moan, and take it.

“you’re going to cum like this.”

bucky’s body jerks, you don’t even touch his cock. his thighs snap shut around you, and he wails as he cums.

“good boy.”

he shudders again, violently, like your praise shoots right through his spine. when it was over, he went slack under you.

—

the morning after, the kitchen went dead silent when you walked in. you looked normal, like usual.

then bucky limps in after you.

the moment he appeared in the doorway, everyone’s eyes snap to him.

“worse than yesterday.” john mutters.

bob’s jaw drops, and yelena clutches her mug like it’s a lifeline.

ava was the first to break.

“oh my fucking god.”

“..i’m fine.” bucky said bluntly,

“you screamed last night, you know that right?” yelena asked.

“i didn’t.” he sighed.

“you fucking wailed.” john says. “you were crying, shit echoed.”

“what?”

“soldier, you howled!” alexei chimed in as well.

bucky glares at the table.

“shut up.”

“pretty sure the walls shook.” yelena added.

“and then you started whimpering, like actual sobs.” ava replied.

“i wasn’t sobbing!” his face goes completely red, and he sunk lower in his seat.

“you were loud..” bob said. “thought you were dying.”

“can we not-” he starts. “i was sleeping. you were all dreaming.”

“so what was all that moaning? sleep talking?” yelena tilted her head.

“must’ve been.”

“you whined.” john said.

“i didn’t-”

“like a puppy.” alexei continued.

you raised your cup silently, hiding a smile behind the rim.

bucky shoots you a betrayed glance.

“you’re just going to let them-?”

“wasn’t me.” you shrugged. “they’re making their own conclusions.”

“thought about recording it, for educational purposes.” ava spoke.

“she means blackmailing, by the way.” yelena winked.

“i-i was overstimulated okay? it happens!” he said, before realising what he had just admitted.

“overstimulated! you’re such a slut.” ava almost fell out of her chair laughing.

“god. i hate all of you.” he drags both hands down his face.

“so.. we all know who it was.” john sighs.

“i wasn’t- fuck, i wasn’t that loud..” bucky tries to say something else to defend himself, but that was all that came out.

you hum quietly.

“he was very good for me.”

the entire table goes feral.

“oh my god-”

“what the fuck?!”

“shut up- i’m trying to eat-”

everyone was screaming, laughing so hard they might just start crying.

bucky just groans, banging his forehead gently against the counter.

[kkayyerr]

Not me checking everyday to see if you posted, im obsessed with your stories!

can i request Reader throwing a tantrum, and lke, i think in the regular being Rafe's girl it's a pretty toxic dynamic, and he is often rough with her, yanks her and stuff, just being not too soft and gentle with his touches when he's in a bad mood, a slight bad mood even.

And you know, childs usually pick up habits from adults, so when she regresses and she throws the tantrum she is like agressive with rafe like trying to push him or hit him and let's say its the first and only time that happens!:3 thats my scenario you can mold it however you want

Tough Love.

Summary: Rafe had always been tough with little!reader, but he got very surprised when he found out that his little girl is just as feisty as he is.

Warnings: Age regression, Dark!Rafe, non-sexual spanking, slight angst, unhealthy relationship. All SFW!!!

Author’s note: Thank you so much for your sweet words, I hope you’ll like this one!🫶🏻🥹

Rafe was very unpredictable the last couple of weeks. One day he could’ve spoil you, and the next day the only emotion that he would show towards you was anger. His touches became rough, somehow violent, even though he didn’t actually hit you or abuse you in any way. It was just who he was. He had never been very gentle. You knew him for a long time now, and you knew what you were getting yourself into by starting the relationship with him. What you didn’t know is that you would feel so small and overpowered by him all the time. Most of the time you felt weak. You knew that being with him was stressful for you because of his establishment. Rafe also seemed very tensed and anxious almost every day.

You started regressing more often, trying to hide from those thoughts and feelings, but they had only grown bigger. 

It was a peaceful evening for you and Rafe, until you felt the urge to throw a tantrum out of nowhere. Of course it wasn’t out of nowhere; you were just tired of everything and severely overwhelmed. You needed to let those feelings out by crying and screaming, but Rafe didn’t know that. Your tantrum was just another irritating thing for him that he needed to stop before it would make him freak out. 

 

„Baby, calm down.”

 

He said, approaching you, when you suddenly did what he wasn’t expecting you to do. 

You hit him. 

You slapped his face with the full force. 

He just wanted to lean closer to you, so you would feel more grounded and comfortable, but you might’ve feel comfortable enough if you decided that you had a right to lay your little hand on him. He was surprised by your audacity. After everything he had put up with, he got a fucking handprint on his face?

Rafe’s eyes immediately darkened, and the loving look disappeared completely. He was pissed. However, he didn’t hit you back. He didn’t shove or push you. He just went straight to the couch and set down, patting his lap and looking at you. 

 

„Over my knee.”

 

Your skin immediately covered in shivers. He had never used psychical punishments before, especially not spanking. The room was silent; you could only hear how fast your own heart beats. You were terrified of Rafe right now. Somehow that empty look on his face was much scarier than the anger that you got used to. You didn’t want him to hurt you, but he would either way, so you just made your way to the couch, carefully laying down on his lap.

You were scared, and the fact that you were regressed right now was only making the whole situation worse. Much worse.

Rafe’s hands landed on your back, and he caressed you a little bit in the soothing manner before giving you the first slap with his other hand.

 

„I hope you understand that Daddy don’t like punishing you, little one.”

 

The second slap was louder than the first one and felt just as painful. But this time pain mixed with the feeling of guilt. It was your fault; you shouldn’t have slapped him and shouldn’t have given him a reason to punish you. You wanted to be his good little girl after all. 

 

„Why did you hit Daddy, hm?”

 

You felt tears falling from your eyes when he hit you once again. You covered your mouth with your little hand to muffle sniffling and crying sounds. Rafe had hold his laughter back, so he won’t be called a „meanie” later. It was cute how hard you were trying to keep on the strong girl act, even though he knew that it was all just a facade. You were way too vulnerable to be called strong. 

 

„C’mon, answer me.”

 

Rafe said, giving you a last slap. He then immediately helped you sit, pulling you closer while you were on his lap, even though he knew that sitting might’ve been a little difficult for you right now. He gently took your hand away from your mouth, and you let out a couple of loud sobs, before finally answering.

 

„Wanted to feel stwong and big like you!”

 

Those words sounded funny because of your high-pitched childish voice, that was also still trembling from the crying. You didn’t sound like someone who is strong and big, especially not after you just got spanked. Rafe smiled softly; he almost felt sorry for you. How could someone be so stupid and so cute at the same time? 

 

„But strong girls don’t need daddies. Do you want me to leave?”

 

Of course you didn’t want him too. You knew that you simply wouldn’t survive without him. You needed your Daddy, no matter how difficult it was to stick around him lately. You remember him also being there when it was hard to stick around you. 

You shook your head, quickly hugging his neck, so that way he wouldn’t leave you or disappear. His calm breathing relaxed you. He was there, close to you, and he wasn’t mad. 

It was strange to admit, but it was the first time in the last couple of weeks when both of you were calm and happy.

Taglist: @tinylilacbun @rafecameronsloverrrrr @aew-regression-cove

[reignof-fyre]

I'm gonna say it: it's aemond's own fault he lost his eye in both the show and the book. Both times, he snuck out to claim vhagar. In the show, he wasn't stopped. In the book, three year old Joffrey Velaryon was with his dragon because he was an early riser and told Aemond to stay away from Vhagar, so Aemond - who was much older - pushed little three year old Joffrey over and, in his fear of being caught because he knew he was doing something his parents would like, claimed Vhagar and flew her for the first time.

Baby Joffrey, all of three years old, then of course runs to get his big brothers, likely crying and terrified. Because he's, y'know, A BABY.

In the show, Aemond claims Vhagar and with arrogance and smugness returns to the castle, high on the fact that he'd just claimed Vhagar, uncaring of how rude/insulting it may have been to claim Vhagar on the night of her previous riders funeral, like A NORMAL PERSON.

When, in the show, Rhaena and Baela confront Aemond with Luke and Jace, they're clearly upset. Their mother has just died, its her funeral, and their last tether to her - Vhagar - has been claimed by Aemond. They say he stole her, and while dragons can't be stolen, he did use underhanded tactics to obtain her and bond with her. And his haughtiness afterwards, towards the daughters of the woman whose dragon he just claimed, is what makes the altercation his fault.

Baela, upset: Vhagar is my mother's dragon!

Aemond, uncaring: Your mother is dead, and Vhagar has a new rider now.

Rhaena: she was mine to claim!

Aemond: then you should have claimed her. Maybe your cousins can find you a pig to ride. It would suit you.

Rhaena then hits Aemond, provoked into this by his cruel words and actions. Was it right? No. But it's literally the night of her mums funeral, Vhagar has been claimed by someone who clearly doesn't care about her mother, and he just insulted her. Aemond pushes Rhaena to the ground, so Baela slaps him in defense of her sister, and he punches her in the face.

Aemond: come at me again and I'll feed you to my dragon!

Now aemond is threatening to murder his cousins, which is par for the course for hid character. He always had kinslaying in him.

The fight devolves even more, and Jace and Luke get involved, defending their cousins. Luke, a little kid, is whacked and shoved to the ground, so Jace jumps in. Then Baela decides to help, and she and Luke - both of them younger and smaller - start wailing on Aemond (u go kids).

Aemond kicks Luke off of him, throws Baela off, and stands only to grab Luke - only five - by the throat and hold a rock over his head and threaten him.

Aemond: you will die screaming in flames just as your father did, bastard.

Luke, terrified and upset: my father is still alive!

Aemond, amused: he doesn't know, does he? Lord Strong.

This is when Jace pulls his knife, literally the size of my thumb, and attacks. Jace us quickly unarmed by Aemond, who is still holding the rock, and Luke sees the blade. Aemond holds the rock over them, smirks at Rhaena and Baela, then gets sand thrown in his face and Luke slashes at him wildly, not even aiming for his eye, just aiming to stop Aemond from hurting Jace and himself and his cousins, because at this point Luke has heard death threats, and seen Aemond take on him and the other three easily and win, so of bloody course this terrified little boy used a weapon to defend himself when it became necessary.

After, Alicent makes the situation about her because she's a poor uwu baby (gag me with a chainsaw, I loathe her) and attacks Rhaenyra as though Rhaenyra and her kids were in the wrong? Gurl.

Aemond will then go on to use him losing his eye as an excuse to use his war dragon to chase fourteen year old Luke on tiny baby Arrax and have the FUCKING AUDACITY to look shocked when it went wrong? Aemond is still at fault for Luke's death even if "he didn't mean it" or "he lost control" (he's not a true dragon lmfao)

In the book, Joffrey - who is three - returns with Jace and Luke, who grabbed wooden swords - they won't help against Vhagar bbys - in defense of their brother.

Despite it being three on one, Aemond was winning the fight until Luke slashed him, and good thing he did otherwise Aemond wouldn't have stopped in my opinion. He'd have kept going, beating the boys to bloody pulps. It was stable-boys who had to end the fight, where were the guards? Cole was probably simping over alicunt tbh.

Also, Alicent was the first to demand Luke's eye in recompense for Aemond losing his soz not soz ya uwu Queen is a cunt heh

Aemond will then, years later, attack Luke because of this and kill him and start the Dance of Dragons in full because not only did he cause the events that took his eye, but also the worst war in history, all because he's a little bitch baby sociopath with genocidal tendencies lmfao

Also, Aemond got off lightly, merely losing his eye - do u know what the punishment is for people who attack a princes' daughters and the heir to the throne sons? Calling them bastards, which is treason!!!! Death. Bitch shit should be exuberant that he merely lost an eye. Unfortunately viserys is a bitch and didn't send Aemond to the Wall like Jaehaerys would have for fucking real lol

[lost-inanotherlife]

Okay so this post continues a conversation I've started re: the "Let's hate on Jack Shephard" trend and how, I think, it's quite unfair towards the character first but also towards the themes of the show itself.

I finished my post by saying that on the island Jack is trying to be a better person but he's doomed to fail because this is what the rules of storytelling dictate. I mean, we the audience need him to fail because we're following the story primarily through his lens so if he resolves his arc the story's over.

Now I understand that the likability of a character is one of those really unfathomable things that escape even the finest narrative techniques. Some people will love a character, some others won't. I'm obviously fine with that. After all LOST has, like, almost two dozens characters on top of Jack so, you know, if you don't like him you can literally pick whoever else and all of these 20 characters are completely fleshed out and realistic. So, you know, there's space for everybody on the island, lol.

That doesn't change the fact that these techniques are in place and must be taken into account if one wants to analyize a character. So let's analyse Jack from the character arc perspective.

One of the reasons people seem to hate on Jack is because of the supposedly bad choices he makes: he's emotional, stubborn to a fault, he thinks he's being rational but it's a play pretend because he's an extremely emotion-driven character. This is important because, although he's presented as the "Man of Science" side of the dichotomy, he shows solid nerves almost exclusively when it's about health problems/procedures etc. Which, duh! He's, like, one of the best and youngest surgeons in his father's hospital, the man knows his stuff.

On the other hand, John Locke as the "Man of Faith" is actually more logical, rational and reason-driven than Jack. And OF COURSE he is! Because here's the crux of the matter: we the audience KNOW that Locke might not be right about his decisions but he's right about thinking that the island is not like any other island.

We the audience know how he had to use a wheelchair before crashing on the island and, once there, he miraculously stands on his own two feet like nothing ever happened. On top of that, the presence of Rose re-inforced the idea that Locke is, indeed, right to believe, or at least justified to believe, that they're there for a reason.

Like, people on the island think of him as this old, crazy guy in the jungle and, yeah, John is a little too sure of himself at times but from a characterization point of view it totally tracks.

Now Jack doesn't know what we the audience know. He's asked to believe what a totally random stranger tells him and yes, this is one of the core tenets of "faith": believing without knowing. So okay, cool, the conflict is totally justified at this point (S1-2).

Starting from S2, however, and the totality of S3-4 and beginning of 5, Jack is asked to believe and show faith in people who actively manipulate, betray, exploit and abuse him.

You guys know that on this blog Kate Austen is a religion but even she manipulated and literally drugged him and then had the audacity to be offended when Jack didn't believe her. Come on, girl be real now.

But the worst part of this is that he's asked to believe Ben. Benjamin Fucking Linus. I repeat: Ben Linus, ever heard of him? The IRONY of this situation finds its climax in "316" when, in front of a reproduction of "The Incredulity of St. Thomas" by Caravaggio, Ben asks Jack to believe him even without knowing, therefore not so subtly comparing himself to Jesus Christ and Jack to St. Thomas.

Mind you, this is not writers' pulling tricks: Destiny&Cons&Deception is a theme established since season ONE. I'll quote myself here but my question, I think, is still valid:

Season 1 seems to silently ask: are Destiny and Deception the two sides of the same coin? Is Deception inherently weaved into the fabrics of Destiny or is Destiny at work through Deception? Is Destiny itself a Deception? Or is it lie we tell ourselves so we can pretend to not care about the consequences of our actions, like Jack's father Christian ("That's why the Red Sox will never win the World Series")? Oh, so many questions!

This isn't a random theme. Having faith in your Destiny means that you have to have faith in the unknown. But what happens when the unknown is known and it's deceptive, it's a long con but it's also the only thing you have? How is one made into a comfortable position to make the "right" decision if one has to literally trust the same people who had betrayed them one second before? Ben's parallel is interesting because he fancies himself as Christ but we all know who's the real Christ-figure of the show: "One of You Will Betray Me" might be Jack's tagline, honestly.

Jack Shephard is a character who's asked by the narrative to be in that uncomfortable position from beginning to end. How can people not symphatize with that? This isn't about character's personality, this is about understanding one of the foundational themes of the show.

It's easy to believe when you know. It's difficult to believe when you don't know. It's existential to believe when you know that the probability that you'll get conned are high. When the odds are against you. When the Red Sox have never won the World Series.

Until, one day, they do win it.

How do you approach these questions? This is up to us as viewers to answer. But it's Jack who guides us through these difficult questions. Hating on him without seeing him is like being St. Thomas: you want a story where everything's transparent so it's easy to believe in it.

What happens when the story is not so clear? What happens when the characters are a little good and also a little bad? What happens when, regardless of how they are and what they've done, the same characters are faced with impossible scenarios where they are CALLED to choose and can't escape from making said choice?

This is the beauty of LOST in general and this is also the beauty of Jack Shephard because it's LITERALLY through his eye that the show begins and the show ends. If people want to hate on him, sure, they can, of course. But if they fail to realize the importance of the choices he makes, the reasons behind them, the consequences of them, I'm afraid they've missed some of the key aspects of the show.

[kissforyouu]

Can you write a drabble of Oc being mad at him because some old fling sent him a pic through his DM’s and she saw, even though he never responds to the girl she still got mad

your eyes go completely wide, your expression just— shocked. wait, no, no! jumpscared is the right word. you grit your teeth while staring down at your boyfriend's phone displaying the nude photo of some other woman. and you couldn't help but think that if this was proof of jungkook cheating on you, you would've gone crazy on spot. but fortunately, it's not.

still though, due to your own suspicions you scroll up the chat only to be met with messages exchanged about 5 months before you two's relationship started. thank fuck, he is not cheating. you just almost had a heart attack.

still, you were mad though. the audacity for this bitch to send nudes to a man who's clearly in a relationship. it's not like jungkook doesn't post you, he posts you on all his socials, there's no way she wouldn't know. shame on her, she's just embarrassing herself.

but that's not even what made you mad, though. it's the fact that jungkook had already viewed it. he's already seen the picture and had left it on seen. despite being glad that he didn't reply or anything, you still couldn't help but feel jealous over the woman. you had everything she didn't - jungkook. he has just left her on seen, hasn't even bothered to block her!

you huff, blocking her yourself. fucking hell. great, now your entire mood's ruined.

"my phone's with you?" here he comes.

you don't say anything bad, clearly upset with him.

"i was looking for it. what'd you do with it?"

why? is he scared i'll find all his hoes?

you sit in silence. there was a big fat frown evident on your face, the face you often make when you're angry.

"y/n?" jungkook stands in front of you, raising his eyebrows wondering what the hell he did wrong again. he doesn't say anything but reaches forward to grab his phone from the grasp of your hand.

the moment he does that, you get up, storming out of his living room and into his bedroom. uh oh, you're stomping on the floor. —eek, here it comes ; jungkook pokes the inside of his cheek once he heard the door shut with a very loud thud. at this point, he was used to your attitude. but he just couldn't figure out why exactly you were mad at him.

—oh, nevermind. the man sighs, running his fingers down his face while he took a short glance at the explicit image sent to him by one of his old flings about a week ago. he didn't know you'd go through his instagram. coming to think of it, your attitude is justifiable. its his fault too, noh? he didn't block or anything. i mean, not his fault he doesn't even remember the girl's name.

but he noticed that you had already blocked her. he takes another deep sigh, eyes staring at his door, now closed. he had to console you somehow.

"baby?" your boyfriend knocks on the door thrice, and when you don't answer him, he decides he's gonna break in. it's his room anyway.

he walks in to be met with the sight of his pretty little (angry) girlfriend sitting on his bed, staring into the nothing of the nothingness. you looked cute, he thought. but now's not the time to pull jokes. (i think)

"my love." jungkook walks closer to you and bends down to meet your eyelevel on the bed. but you look away, avoiding his eye contact. he giggles, accepting the challenge and moving his face in front of wherever you're looking at. three or four of these and you're sick of him already, breaking into a whine as you slapped his shoulder.

"who the fuck is gianna and why's she not blocked?!" how come you remember the girl's name and not him when he was the one who talked to the girl for like, uh, uhhh, like, a few months or weeks, jungkook thinks.

"baby, she sent me that shit recently. i haven't talked to her ever since we both started dating, you know that very well. whatever you think happened, did not happen." he looks at you, waiting for a response.

he did say the truth though. you should—

"you're overreacting." nevermind. "overreacting" is crazy.

"i am NOT overreacting." you break your silence, "what would you feel if you saw the nudes of one of my exes on my phone, huh, jungkook?! bet you'd fucking LOVE that."

jungkook remains silent for a few seconds while you gave him the "told you so" look.

"don't fucking talk to me—"

jungkook flicks your forehead, forcefully pulling your upper body towards him so that your face would be pressed against his stomach. you let out muffled screams, completely annoyed.

"come on, i'm sorry, babyyy. we're fine, okay? i will immediately block and even report if this happens again. y/n—"

"eeek! i said don't talk! now—let me. go!" he had you on a headlock so it was harder for you to get out of his grip. you kept wiggling around like a worm, but in the end, you just give up, accepting defeat.

"i'm sorrryyy, my princess. you want my instagram pass? i'll give you. you know i love you only. i'm sorry i made you feel that way." he cups your cheeks, planting a sweet double kiss on your forehead.

but you just glare at him.

[rinrinx2]

My Brothers Wife

Sewe

Ran x (Y/N) x Rindou

Summary: A change of tides is on its way

Warnings: Mentions of S@, mentions of @bortion, language, mature content, kinda smut, angsty.

My brothers wife Masterlist

You looked the young lady up and down, her skin pale, her eye bags dark as if she hadn’t slept in months. And worst of all was the physique as you caught small glimpses of it as her heavy brown coat would move around making it able for you to see the bloating of her abdomen and the swelling of her ankles.

“So, you’re the woman my husbands been fucking?” You asked rhetorically, without much care to how you spoke to her.

“Yes” she said with her head hung low.

“And why are you by my house door, begging to see me?” You questioned on.

“Well, this isn’t your house door this is Haitani Ran’s”

“Congratulation detective you’ve cracked the case. But I’m sure you know exactly how my house looks by now. Tell me how many times has Rindou brought you over there”

You watched as her faced turned in distaste as you spoke, you didn’t care if your words held venom to them.

You felt hurt and betrayed and when things finally started to feel hopefully you see the brunt of your husbands actions standing at your door step.

“I didn’t come here to argue with you” she spoke on looking you in the eyes.

“Then why are you here?”

The brunette took a deep breath, as if calming herself before she spoke on.

“I came here to ask for help” she said as she let go of all the oxygen in her lungs.

“Help with what?” You said now with a raised eyebrow.

“Help with the baby. This is Rindou’s” she said as she moved her coat open to display a semi round belly as a smile began crept onto her face.

The little restraint your held had snapped and Ran could sense it to all the way from his study, as he heard your chair scrape against the wooden floors.

“You asking me to help with your baby?!” You said now standing to your full height, as she remained seated at the opposite end of the table.

“Yes, you know we could work out something. Like help pay for medical bills and you know baby supplies. This whole secretary gig doesn’t pay the best”

“I mean that makes sense” you said with that fake laugh that lulled others into a false sense of security.

The young lady began to laugh with actually believing that you agreed with her.

“You’ve got some fucken nerve. You seek me out to ask for help because you got knocked up by my husband, so instead of trying to muster up an apology you go ahead and have the audacity to ask me to pay the bills of your kid”

You looked at the brunette starring daggers into her just as she did the same to you, now having a starring contest as anger shoot from each of your gazes.

“Get the fuck out of my house” you commanded.

“Like I said earlier this isn’t your house” she said now standing up herself, as she kept eye contact with you.

“Get the fuck out” you heard Ran say from behind you causing you to let go of your eyes on her.

“Make me. I’m not leaving here till use tell me where Rindou is” she said now changing the reason as to why she was invading your comfort of your home.

Without another breath wasted on her, you heard the clicking of Ran’s gun as he unholstered it from its casing. The loaded barrel pointing straight in her direction.

“You’d shoot a pregnant woman” she said in disbelief.

“I’ve done worst” Ran replied nonchalantly as he played with the trigger.

“Tell me where Rindou is” she continued on as she stamped her feet into the wooden floor, the wood letting out an aching noise.

“It’s not my fault my brother fucked you and discarded you. You should’ve taken his advice when it came to you getting pregnant.”

“Oh, and also scuff my floor again and you’ll end up laying dead on it” Ran added.

You watched as she turned around in defeat as she stormed to the door, her hand at the door knob as she turned it. So close to leaving until she tried to twist it and was unable to, and then suddenly the door flung open showing none other than Rindou.

“(Y/N) please talk to me about this” he said as he looked only at you not even noting the woman he’d been fucking or his brother aiming a gun at him.

“Perfect timing Rin, you can take your woman and both fuck off out of my house” Ran said with a smile as he moved to stand beside you.

You don’t remember how long Rindou stood in the door way begging to get a word out of you or how long that young lady nagged on Rindou’s arm for him to spare her a glance, you could only recall Ran letting a bullet whizz pass the two of them missing them by a millimetre. A good enough warning to get the two of them to finally leave.

“You think you’re going to have a peaceful day then that shit happens” Ran said as he laid draped over your lower half just below your bump as you played with the tuffles of his hair.

You remained silent not commenting on Ran remark, rather keeping attention on anything other than the situation you were in.

And you let that silent build up until finally it snapped within and all your worries frame bubbling out like ocean foam on the shore.

“Ran, I feel like this is all my fault” you said as you stop playing with his hair.

Ran lifted his head from your lap as you tried to look you in your eyes as your head hung low.

“It’s not (Y/N)” he said softly as he tried to reach out for you, but you pulled away from his touch.

“I just feel like none of this would’ve happened if i just didn’t start sleeping with you, I’m like a slut I just can’t help myself when it comes to you” you said holding back tears.

“It’s just the effect I have on women” Ran said with a snicker trying to lighten the mood but it was when he heard your sniffles and saw the reflection of your tears in the light did he realise the severity of the situation.

“Come in don’t cry, it’s not your fault really. I played a part in this two and when we started seeing each other Rindou was already 3 months in deep with that secretary”

Ran said trying to comfort you but did little of the way of helping as you continued to sulk, now with your hands covering your eyes as you sobbed harder.

Your cries echoed throughout the room for what felt like forever and your mind plagued you with thoughts of guilt.

“You know I started seeing because I always loved you” Ran said quietly, more to himself than anyone as he now kept his gaze lowered.

“And I know you might think that I’m just saying that because of what’s happening but I mean it. I remember when Rindou and I went to that club and we saw you. I was going to go up to you but I saw the excitement in Rindou’s eyes and let him go after you. I thought nothing much would come of it and then I’d get to speak to you afterwards but I was wrong. You looked at him the way I wished someone would look at me and you laughed at all his horrible jokes and when things got serious between the two of you I would hope something horrible would happen so you’d call the wedding off, but nothing ever did. And on your wedding day when I saw you I nearly cried tears of joy because for a minute it almost felt like you were walking down the aisle to spend the rest of your life with me. So, when I heard about how Rindou was having an affair and how it was affecting your marriage and he was neglecting you it was like my luck had finally changed and I did my best to show that I cared even if I did it the wrong way….

…and I’m sorry it ended up like this, I should’ve just told you what he was doing instead of getting tangled up in this. So, if you’re going to blame someone blame me. I love you to much to have you feel the guilt of this all”

You eyes still wet from your freshly fallen tears as you heard Ran quietly speak as he remained unaware that you listened so attentively.

Ran finally looked up, seeing you sit puffy lips and red rimmed eyes that held so much admiration and love towards him.

For a moment neither of you said a word just the two of you slowly approaching each other until you felt your lips softly collide.

Taking in each other’s breath, feeling as his tongue swirled around yours.

His hands travelling along your sides, gently squeezing them as they moved venturing across your body.

His hands dipping in between your thighs as two fingers pressed against your clothed cunt as his other hand played with your ever hardening nipples.

His fingers finally moving your panties to the side as he began to play at the outside of your pussy, teasing your clit but never fully sinking in until you began to whine out in need.

“Ran please” you begged out.

But all Ran did was let out a chuckle as he bit you lip playfully as he pulled his fingers away.

“You’re gonna have to wait if you want more”

You looked over at Ran as you gave him a stare that could kill, while he licked at his fingers shooting you a smirk.

“You know we can just elope” Ran said licking the last of your remnants off of his fingers.

“Real funny Ran” you commented back at what you presumed was a snarky remark.

“I’m being serious. Rindou is on your case and I doubt that but job of a secretary is going to be any better. So, why not, just you, me and Ran junior over there”

“How about Hong Kong.Mikey has a sister headquarters up there, I could ask to supervise there I mean I heard they kinda doing shit so instead of Mikey being situated there for awhile I can” Ran said with all his attention on you now.

“What ya say, gorgeous?”

“If you make me cum then it’s a yes” you said teasingly.

“So, then it’s a yes” Ran said as he now moved back onto your body.

Rindou walked into headquarters with full skin and new worry lines that a man of his age should not have dawned. He knew what he did was reckless and careless but he was trying his best to make amends.

And his thoughts of trying to fix things felt like porcelain falling onto the floor when he heard the voice of the woman who he dreaded.

“Rindou” she called out from the front desk trying to get his attention before he could make it to the elevator.

“Rin!” She called out louder this time.

“Rinnie!”

The name calling finally irritating Rindou enough to get his attention, as he now stormed towards her.

“I told you not to call me that” he said through gritted teeth.

“I’m sorry it’s just I haven’t seen you since that day at your brothers house”

“And you weren’t suppose to see me since 5 months ago when I paid you off enough for you to live a new life” Rindou said in an irritated tone.

“I’m pregnant Rindou, you can’t just neglect that fact” she said with the same venom back towards him.

“Well Suki, you weren’t suppose to be now because we had an agreement”

“Oh that would make your life so much easier just to get rid of that wouldn’t it” Suki said with a scowl.

“Yes it would. God, you fuck me when I’m shit blown out of my mind which sounds like a fucking criminal offence because it is and now you knocked up and won’t stop harassing me”

“Well would you look at that, the gangster caring about the law how ironic” Suki said with a grin

“And let’s not forget to mention the fact that you are the one who neglected your wife enough for her to go find comfort by your brother, so you really are the one at fault.”

“Fuck you” Rindou said as he turned on his heels.

“You wish you could” Suki said with a laugh.

She watched as Rindou walked towards the elevator not even sparring her a departing glance. She hated how he hated her, she hated the fact that she was regret and mistake in his eyes.

When Suki got this job as a secretary a year ago she didn’t know that’s when she would see the man of her dreams, with his lilac mullet and charming gaze.

And when the time came when he was tripping his was over to her desk, barely able to hold himself up she knew that she had to take the opportunity. She had to somehow get into his pants, and when she did she took full advantage of it never once letting up from his dick as she let him cum in her over and over.

She loved Rindou and when she found out he had a wife she knew she’d love him more than you ever could. She knew everything about him, how he liked his coffee to how he liked to get his dick wet. And when she heard from a passing by Ran who was talking to Kakucho how he’d been neglecting you for his duties at Bonten she knew it be a waiting game till she was the new Mrs. Haitani.

Rindou let out a sigh as he sat at his desk. His hands combing through his hair as he thought of the mess he was in. He couldn’t stand the time he was away from you, the house felt so soulless without you in it, no warmth from your love to keep it vibrant and he knew the way the situation looked just made you hate him more.

He couldn’t change the way you saw the situation with him being the villain because you saw him as some guy who was fucking the secretary and that’s why you neglected him, he wish he could show you that it wasn’t like that. All Rindou wished was that he’d be able to tell you was that he didn’t fuck his secretary on purpose she would come onto him when he was high off of whatever drug in some stupor unable to comprehend anything when she’d come after him. He would never fuck another woman, but how could he tell you that because you’d be upset at the fact that he was doing activities you told him to stop as well as still telling him that it takes two to tango.

Every way he looked at the situation he always came out with him being the villain and he hated himself for it.

Rindou let out a sigh as he threw his head on the desk. So distraught he hadn’t heard Kakucho enter his office.

“What’s gotten you like that” the younger male asked.

“My life is in the shit” Rindou replied not even lifting his head up.

“Yeah guess that’s been the buzz of the office, but don’t let it defeat you. Takeomi was in a similar predicament but him and his wife are stronger than ever now”

“Takeomi got taken advantage of by one of our secretaries, who got herself knocked up on your semen. While simultaneously neglecting his wife because he was so stressed with work that his own brother noticed and started giving his wife attention that cause the two to fall in love and have an affair that now had his wife pregnant” Rindou said as he had raised his head from the desk.

“I mean something along those lines but probably not the same details” Kakucho said with a nervous smile as he scratched the back of his head.

“Thanks for the support Kakucho” Rindou said as he dropped his head back onto his desk.

“Don’t mention it” Kakucho replied with a gleeful smile unable to read the severity of Rindou’s situation.

“Well anyway, Mikey called you into his office”

Rindou heard as Kakucho left his office as he began to pick himself up from his desk.

Rindou walked through the corridors till he reached Mikey’s office with its large glass windows that allowed you to look into his office.

Large enough to give him the full sight of his brother talking to Mikey.

Rindou walked into his office not caring that Mikey and Ran were still talking.

“You called” Rindou said sluggishly, as he looked at him and Ran who were still talking.

“So it’s settled you’ll be going to Hong Kong then” Mikey said finishing up talking to Ran.

Rindou sat down in a chair watching Ran left without sparing his older brother a glance.

“So Ran’s finally leaving” Rindou said with a snicker.

“Matter of fact he is” Mikey replied which caused Rindou’s attention to be fully on Mikey now.

Rindou’s heart began to beat faster at the idea of his brother finally leaving Tokyo, it was as if his prays were being answered and he’d finally be able to get you back with his brother’s absence.

“That’s why I called you in here today. I need you to take over Ran’s responsibilities in Roppongi as well as few other areas since he’ll be moving to Hong Kong”

A smile began to spread on Rindou’s face at the news of his brother leaving. For the first time in a long time things were finally looking up for him.

“Will do” Rindou said trying to hold his composure.

“Yeah and please don’t fuck the areas in giving you any further than they are, ever since Ran’s been busy with (Y/N) his been disregarding some of his work”

“Don’t worry I won’t” Rindou said with a smirk full of hope.

“Yeah let’s hope Ran doesn’t do the same with since she’s going with to Hong Kong”

And the minute Rindou heard Mikeys words his smile fell.

“What do you mean she’s going with” Rindou questioned, already knowing the answer.

“(Y/N) is going with Ran to Hong Kong”

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[haveihitanerve]

I'm BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKKK! (Kinda)

Why Did You Eat That

“Why did you eat that?” Tom’s little hiccup laugh because thats a glorious starting line

Aj starting us off with silent humor- i love when they do this because they do it so well- and his side eye at luke like “are you watching? You have to see when I eat it Luke.”

“Because you made it for me.” When Luke grabbed his arm to stop him Aj was fully ready to throw hands omg this whole exchange is so perfect- also ajs slight break as he returns to his “food” while luke just contemplates how he’s going to work in a deep voiced AJ into his planned scene

“Every sunday,” Luke’s little smile and head nod of “oh do go on AJ..” and AJ’s little smile of “shit” is priceless i love them so much

“And then you write your name on them.” AJ barely concealing his laughter at his own bullshit will never not be funny to me

“Wait for me to offer the sandwich-” Ok so I made a post a while back that was complaining about how Luke and AJ somehow never managed to have very positive/non-toxic relationships together- and I’m starting to think it might be Luke’s fault…

“I’m sorry.” Aj is so good at making himself the sympathetic character omfg

“May I continue to eat the sandwich that you’ve mad-” Laughs because the audience is losing it but oh no thats not okay for luke

“What are you laughing at??” See, I feel like AJ apologized and is trying to make amends so they can have a cute little date- but Luke is just pinpointing and hyperfocusing and not letting anything go… maybe im reading too much into it

“Um, ok well-” “IM VERY ANGRY RIGHT NOW. If thats not clear.” Gotta say the communication is pretty good though

“Im sorry, Janice, Im sorry.” I love how the audience explodes with this and Luke looks away because shit Aj you made me a lesbian- happy lesbians technically except Janice left her wife and kids so…

“Ill go. Ill disembark-” Has Tom been like reading thesaurus words to AJ or why is he pulling out these vocab words lmaoo

Nope now Luke is laughing too much- “I disembarked from a very successful lesbian relationship-” oh and the audience is gone Luke has said it aloud lol

“Women respect women Alfred.” “I respect-” listen, I adore Luke’s little rant right now because its just so absolutely beautiful and wonderful- but again AJ is being very sympathetic rn and why does Luke not want a happy relationship with him😭

“You hate me and so do all the other people in this park..” MY BABBYYYYYY😭 poor baby

“I had free bites.” Aj, babes I love you but that was more than three in the beginning there

“If you want to go back to your previous relationship-” AJ im gonna cry don't do this- “Then you can go.” The audience awwing is the most relatable thing ever. 

“Im going to go into the trees” lmaoooo

Get Off The Plane

The prompt- immediate fear in Luke’s eyes when Tom takes his shoe off is brilliant

Tom please😭 his little joyous face as he realizes he can keep going and takes his socks off too because Luke hasnt said the line yet

“I don't like speaking to strangers.” So, this is gonna pose a problem. Because Luke has clearly indicated he is the pilot. Which means Tom is his co pilot. But Tom is not daft, he very well knows Luke intends to be the pilot. So he’s being stubborn too and sticking to his story. Luke will likely stick to his story too. So now we have two characters with opposite plans for the story. Lovely. I cannot wait

Draping a sock over his arm is foul and Luke is contemplating murder lmaooo

I love AJ’s intercom voice that was perfect and the way he loses it midway through

“Why are you holding the steering control now?” AJ fully folds in half and smacks the chair in his delight at Tom’s joke ahh i love them

Satisfaction as he drapes the second sock

“I think you're a bit weird.” The audacity and also AJ’s mad cackle in the background. The audience might not have appreciated the joke- but AJ sure did and I love that for them

“You like to fly barefoot and pretend your co-host is a stranger.” love how he’s flipping this onto Tom- but also co-host???

Tom’s little delightful eyebrow raise when he realizes Luke said “co-host” and wanting to correct it but Luke catching it and correcting it himself to not allow Tom the pleasure lol

“Could you not be really weird on this plane, before we take off?” Ok so Tom has decided to accept Luke’s plan because he actually kinda made sense and they want to have some semblance of control- but Aj as the chaos king has decided nahhhh fuck that and has taken Tom’s side and made Luke the bad guy and I love them so much

“Can you take your socks off me please.” he didn't even take a breath damn

“But planes don't have steering wheels do they?” Luke questioning everything he knows about planes. “Yes…? Yes they do?” firstly- they do not. Not really. Its like a toggle shift/control stick called a yoke. Secondly- you'd be easier to believe if it weren't in the form of a question luke lol (and toms being nitpicky they can be referred to as steering wheels its not that big of a deal lmao)

“Ever since your terrible divorce..” Oh no don't bring that into this XD. Luke almost breaking and Tom barely containing it 

“You remind me of my ex alfred.” “I know.” Starts undressing. Wild idea to have Tom but you could practically see the lightbulb go off in his head 

Aj cackling as Tom tries so hard to get both arms in the shirt

“OKAY! GREAT!” Tom making the choice to be named Amanda both hurts and is a stroke of genius LMAOO

Also Luke turning away from the audience to let a brief smile is everything

“We will now be landing.” Tom turns to Luke and both cant stop their laugh because what

Aj taking Tom’s side is crazy “Please make sure you have all your limbs inside your t-shirts” and also i love them and respect it

“Can you get in here?” AJ shuffling off stage because he does not want to get in there

“Shes never done this before!” Because AJ had his back earlier Tom has to defend him now but they are teaming up on poor Luke😭 who is just trying to remain sane and have some semblance of a coherent plot

“I’m sorry about the divorce.” AJ i love you

The disgruntled way Luke smacks the socks back on Tom’s leg lol

Oh Dear, This Might Be A Problem

Okay but AJ’s opening of the passAgeway was brilliant

“A secret passAgeway.” It speaks to British English that I seriously didn't question this pronunciation until he did because sometimes British people just sound like that

Luke laughing and AJ’s lips twitching- Tom even biting his lips to stop laughing and looking at AJ to see if he’ll point it out- but AJ doesn't know if he has any right to and has decided to stick with the having of Tom’s back and not pointing out his mistakes so he just moves past it 😭

“Did you notice the way i said passAgeway, before?” Now Tom is giving him the go ahead to talk about it

Aj smiling- unsure what to do 

Good gods their stagecraft is incredible i almost fully believe they're stuck in some heavy winds wow

“We’re on top of a lighthouse!” Please tell me you know what that is this time AJ

Aj genuinely caught off guard by Luke’s foghorn- which was incredible btw

“Im waiting for you to comment on the way I said passAgeway!” AJ breaking because he did not expect this to be such a point of interest (I think this is a genuine Tom concern tho- when someone messes up its highlighted by the others immediately and used against them- but AJ didn't do that for once and its throwing him off and he needs the insults and banter😭)

“And also hear when we put effort into saying things in an interesting way.” AJ fighting a smile 

AJ putting his hand over his mouth before Tom keeps talking to cover his laugh is beautiful

“After 48 cases together-” wait these guys are so cute I wanna know more lore

“Detective…” “yes lucas.” “I feel like…” Tom taking a seat and doing a cunty leg cross and finger stiple

“Is because-” “WELL WELL WELL.” Luke has impeccable comedic timing

“Sorry can you give us one moment?” No i seriously need this to be a more common trope- the villain trying to do an evil monologue while the protagonists are just focusing on something else and being like “no no, very clever good job- truly yes i loved how you killed those guys great- just give us a second” like i need it

“I did yes for you!” Tom, baby, sweety,- this isn't as a friend im so sorry to say

“I've been- i've been luring the ships onto the rocks!” Luke is exasperated

“Yes, no, we know-” “Thats good-” “We hear, we know, because, we stil-” “Very impressive.” “Yes great.” “Thats great, thats really good.” “Really good.” “Very scary.” Both turn away from him and back to each other XD

Luke trying to argue his point while they just keep nodding and consoling him and promptly just arguing why their argument is more important currently

“I-I’m shocked. Are you shcoked?” “I’m impressed!” Theyre such good friend omfg i love them give me more

“This is the second most surprising thing i would say has happened today.” AJ nodding and pointing because hes in on it now too. “After the-” “After when I said passAgeway.” 

“When I could've said passageway.” So thats how they pronounce it

LUCAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“You looooovve mee!” Yes Lucas!🤧YES! “I DOOO!!!............ as- as a friend.” DAMN. 

Also Tom keeping a hold on AJ’s head the entire time and helping him back up at the end aw

AND SCENE!!!

Its been a hot minute, I have returned. For once video (for now) and this is for one of you lovely anons!!! Hope you enjoyed my sweet :)

[chunkymamatam]

The Obey Me! stories were very entertaining 😊

If you dont mind sharing more, I would appreciate it ❤️

Of course Of course!

Again this was all really fast pace when it happened so like if it seems like so much happened at once, it did, now imagine how that shit felt when it happened.

We were at when Asmo got all pissy and defensive when him and Satan asked me who I'm making a pact with next. I was joking like "You, Asmo, obviously, cutie."

The way this man was like "Do you think I'm that stupid? None of us are as Stupid as Mammon"

I was obviously like "It was a joke."

All this man had to say was "oh"

BITCH APOLOGIZE CUZ YOU ASKED AND I MADE A JOKE WHY'D YOU ASK HOE??? This all happened before I made a pact with Levi idk if I mentioned that but yeah. Nah cuz imma be honest it scared the piss out of me to see Levi try to pounce on me because I got all the trivia questions from the anime right and he couldn't believe I wasn't cheating. The others were however giving me easy questions but that wasn't on my command lmfao

He was a pouty baby when he admitted defeat in the observatory /aff, but yeah not long after I went up into the attic I was in the kitchen and Mammon force fed me Beel's pudding. Bro tried to turn Beel on me and I literally started crying bro. This man is huge and I already have a fear of men so this was not helping bro. I also know how food aggressive he is so I dead ass thought this was it. He asks me if I ate the pudding and I threw Mammon under the bus and was like

"He forced me to take a bite. I told him to put it back."

I've never seen a man's head turn so fast. Man was gonna murder tf out of him. He threw him through the wall and shit. I had to stay in Beel's room for a while cuz that destroyed my room lmfao and pretty soon after that Luke showed up on the doorstep cuz he had a fight with Simeon probably over his prejudice against the demons but I didn't ask so eh. Me and Beel decide to hide him like a good friend and this mfer goes missing. I get there to the basement fast enough that that he's not gonna rock Luke's shit but like he's still pretty pissed so like the traumatized mediator I am, I walk over and grab the book from him and go.

"Hold on, Luke doesn't even know what this is and what it does. There's no need to be hasty, you're a very reasonable man Lucifer. Here's the grimoire back." and I almost had him calmed down enough to see reason and fucking Luke snatched the book out of my hand, I could've beat his ass myself ngl.

I forget what he said to Lucifer but it pissed him off to the point of wanting to kill him again and he threatened as much so Beel jumps in front of him and is like "No punish me instead because its my fault! I let him stay in my room."

So now Lucifer is trying to kill both of them and I tell him no. This man has the audacity to ask my suicidal ass if I wanted to die. I gave this man a look and he realized who he just asked and was like "Actually don't answer that.. One of them is dying. You're going to choose"

I was like "uhm no one is gonna die." This man starts yelling at me that I'm just a human and all this shit about how weak I am. Well, my stubbornness makes up for my lack of physical strength so fuck you lmfao. Anyway he mauled me and I woke up in Beels bed, he looked so relieved that I woke up poor man. He offered me a pact cuz he felt like he owed me and I didn't want him to feel like he was indebted to me or anything so I said yeah to it.

Then the sleep over happened. Man Asmo was wild because he one got us sucked into a labyrinth by his Ex and also he was literally trying to use his charm on me which like why tf are you looking in my eyes like that??? Its hurting autism. Anyway we almost died cuz of his bullshit. That was just the first day too. The next day this man was fucking up the scavenger hunt for the other groups and it was making me and Simeon uncomfortable and Simeon said something which probably hurt his feelings more because they used to be brothers in heaven. He ran off after bitching Simeon out and then I got sent to try and speak some reason to him.

He didn't like that either cuz he was like "You can't tell me what to do. I'm a demon this is what demons do, they ruin things and by the way I'll never make a pact with you." And while he was talking all this shit he was cornering me between the rail and himself. I was so scared he was gonna throw me over and just say I killed myself. Then he has the audacity to be like "Actually if you can get a picture of Lucifer sleeping I'll do it" And I just nod my head cuz I'm fucking terrified bro. I tell Mammon, Levi and Beel we agree to go on and try to do it cuz money, spite, fuck it? idk. but what's important is we got stuck in the dungeon again with Solomon this time. We almost get eaten but Solomon summoned Asmo and did some magic shit so Asmo could better charm this snake. We ended up getting out again but Asmo was whining about his beauty sleep the whole time /Pf. Not long after that (I think? Its been 2 years almost give me a break please sob) during the dinner ball thing that Diavolo did when Lucifer was making his way over to threaten me, I was so violently trying to avoid him. I ended up getting passed to him anyway. I wanted cry man. This man was pretty much trying to crush me against him while saying shit like "I don't know what you're planning but you need to stop before i make you."

BESTIE I HAVE DONE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING INTENTIONALLY PACT WISE OTHER THAN WHAT I WAS FORCED TO AND WHAT WAS NECCESSARY PACT WISE. Nah cuz I shit you not I literally never asked for a pact with any of them other than Mammon and Levi, They all came out and asked me and for one reason or another I was like "fuck it we ball." Anyway, Funny little side note, instead of packing my actually pretty dresses/outfits that were good enough for this occasion Barbatos ended up packing my sequence dress. I've asked him why he hates me on multiple occasions because of it and its our little joke now. He said "I simply did not see the other options" smh time demon, for shame /j

Solomon saved me from Lucifer and the unlocked my magic power for me to use. Well dumb dumb Mammon (/aff) got us stuck in the labyrinth AGAIN and I summoned Asmo and Asmo was like "OOOO Power GIVE. we can make a pact teehee" I'm gonna be honest I agreed to the pact because genuinely that man kinda scared me. We obviously end up getting out and that night Asmo was all up in my bed just looking me over and pointing out all of my details. He was fr even trying to look in my mouth bro ┗( T﹏T )┛

Mammon's jealous ass came in after Asmo basically illuded to trying to fuck. Then one thing lead to another and all of the brothers and Solomon ended up in the room. Someone threw the first pillow and suddenly it was an all out warzone until Lucifer and Diavolo walk in to see what the commotion was. Lucifer wanted to yell at us but Diavolo stopped him and wanted to join. It was no longer a war and just a straight up massacre after that bro.

Lucifer said "hit me if you dare" and obviously I didn't value my life because as him and Diavolo are killing everyone with their deadly ass heat targeting pillows I sneak up behind this man and smack him in the back of the head with a pillow. I shit you not the room froze and he started slow turning I SWEAR HIS EYES WERE GLOWING

I started praying and begging Simeon to help me lmfao I have never run so fast in my life. I managed to hide with Simeon under the covers. I was terrified in the best way lmfao

Okay that's all the mental energy I have for this one. Feel free to ask for more if you want lol

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MISSION: YOU

CHAPTER 4: CABIN IN THE WOODS

wc: 4690

warnings: the fluff i struggled to write (angst)

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mira

wooyoung says we have to ditch the car. after getting away from that place, in the middle of nowhere wooyoung turns to me with a straight face and says we have to abandon the one vehicle we have in the freezing snow.

"we're out of gas," he says, looking at me defeatedly.

"then go fill it up," i say, not getting the big deal. "do you want us to run away in the snow?"

"they wont find us that way," he points out. "mira, we're both loose ends now. we need to go off the grid immediately."

"we're going to get hypothermia," i tell him with a scowl. "and my miu miu boots are not built to transverse snow, wooyoung."

wooyoung puts his head against the steering wheel, sighing heavily. "i forgot how much of a princess you are."

i gasp, unable to believe the audacity. i poke him hard in the sides, making him whine out and look at me accusingly. "hey! why did you do that?" he snaps at me.

"princess, me?" i repeat incredulously. "i just fucking fought a secret agent trying to arrest me. you're calling ME a princess?"

"i refrained from killing both of those agents for you," wooyoung says, as if to shut me up. "you're the princess and im the servant boy. or knight or whatever."

i tilt my head at him mockingly. "a knight wouldnt have gotten the princess into this situation in the first place. a knight wouldnt have dated the princess to get the job done." i say with a mockingly sweet tone.

wooyoung shuts up, looking pathetic once again. "you're hungry again."

how does he know? i dont say anything but scowl.

"and dont say im wrong," wooyoung says with a scowl of his own and tries to restart the car. "you're mean when you're hungry."

"who knew that leftovers wouldnt be enough," i say with a shrug and lean back in my seat.

a few moments of silence pass. we drove far enough, basically through the whole night. we're pulled off on the side of the road, hidden by a bunch of white-sprinkled shrubs. its kind of beautiful.

i cant help but feel a strange anger burrowing in me. yeah, im mad at wooyoung. but its not entirely his fault im in this fucking mess.

maybe he made me more of a target. maybe hes compromised because he embedded himself in my life. but my biological, actual father is a fucking war criminal.

i was nearly dragged by strange men for his doings. im considered a loose end because i know too much of all he's done. all because he couldnt be a normal person?

even if life goes back to normal, which it never can, what do i do? do i visit him in jail? when its fathers day, i'll have to stay silent about mine. when i see news about wartorn countries, about innocent people dying, i just have to shut up because my father's most likely the cause?

hes actually the worst thing that ever happened to me. even that fucking UN internship, i got through his connections, which he would never tell me, all he did was tell me he showed everyone his amazing lawyer daughter's magnificent grades and they jumped to offer me internships. aka, fucking nepotism. i actually want him to burn in hell.

"i dont want to sound critical, but we really dont have all the time in the world," wooyoung sighs with a straight face. he starts to pull off his coat, then places it on my lap. i look between the two of them silently before taking a deep breath and opening up the car door.

my first breath turns into a big cloud, like a had an actual cigarette. the ice in the air makes me shiver, the tip of my nose feeling like cold metal. geographically, im in the opposite climate i should be. i miss the morrocan heat more than my own family right now.

wooyoung appears infront of me, holding out his arms with his back faced toward me.

"what are you doing?" i question, completely lost.

"im piggybacking you," he says and stands up awkwardly when he realizes im not hopping on. he gives me an annoyed look. "did you not say your boots aren't made for this?"

i know its inappropriate, but deep down i want to laugh. i try not to show it on my face. wooyoung looks so silly. his skin is going ashy and red. my brief internal adoration disappears when my brain decides to flash the not-so-distant memory of him pointing a gun in my face.

and now hes offering me a piggyback ride. they're really the same people.

"okay," i end up thinking too hard and thats all i can muster. i hop on wooyoung's back, crossing my arms around his neck. he picks me up like im nothing and i feel the muscles bulge under his black turtleneck.

we walk into the snowy forest, where everything looks the same and it feels like wooyoung's feet sink deeper and deeper into the ground. we get to a point where i turn around and can no longer see the clearing leading back to the car. like a videogame, our checkpoint was just lost.

"where are we going, wooyoung?" i ask, realizing he actually hasnt told me a damn thing.

"a town." woo answers with a grunt. "i know you dont know it, because its small and its for people who need to stay invisible."

"can you like give me a normal answer," i say. "you're not a spy anymore and im me. just tell me like no ones holding a gun to your head."

woo's silent for a moment. i dont know if hes thinking up a lie or not. i hope not. what is left to lie about.

"its a small town called tucsan. think of a safe house, but its a safe town. i have someone who stays there who wont try to blow my head off. i was going to drive there but we're out of gas, and i know we just have to cut through these woods to get there," he answers, then pauses in the snow.

"that good enough for you?"

everything is all fine and dandy, except for the part where we're cutting through the woods. "h-how long do you expect us to be walking for?" i ask, horrified.

"im not telling you. you're gonna freak out."

"wooyoung."

"im carrying you so why are you even worried, you're not doing anything!"

"i dont want to be stuck in the middle of nowhere at night."

"i have a gun. more than one, in fact."

"what if we see a bear. or a mountain lion. or–"

"mira, im tuning you out now."

i hear a strange sound in the distance and jump in my skin on wooyoung's back. he sighs again and i feel like im losing my mind. hes too calm and normal about everything that makes no sense. and i know damn well it doesnt make sense to him either. i put my head against his back and try to close my eyes, even if i know i wont be able to sleep.

***

wooyoung stops and i can feel his legs shaking from exhaustion. by this time, we're about 2 hours into the deep snow. it looks like we're in the wilderness. snowy hills and so many trees. at least the ground isnt steep and unbearable. i hop off his back, stumbling a bit in the snow as i look at him.

"wanna take a break?" i ask him.

"i dont wanna be out here for 2 days," woo says, hands on his knees as he takes deep breaths. "if the agency finds the car, they'll know we didnt get very far."

"how long is this trip?"

"10-15 hours worth of hiking."

i try not to implode at the idea of hiking that long. i have never gone hiking before. to me, its one of those things like cave diving, i love nature but i'd like to not die by it if i had a choice. right now, it doesnt sound like i have a choice.

"i wont make us hike in the dark, dont worry about it," wooyoung stands up straight, giving me a reassuring quarter of a smile.

"but if we want to not be out here for two days, we cant waste the daylight we have," i tell him, looking up at the trees. "lets keep walking."

woo bends for me to hop on his back again, but i wave him off. "its alright, the snow isnt that deep."

"but when it gets that deep, tell me, alright?" his voice is soft again, making me feel things against my will.

when we walk, i stare at him too long. everything lingers. when he waits for me to catch up, when he holds my hand through the snow so i dont trail behind. it makes me rethink everything in my brain.

wooyoung wasnt a bad boyfriend. never have i ever felt unloved. i only felt forgotten. and now know its because of his double life that he couldnt fully protect my feelings. but since i was a job, i wonder how long it took him to fall in love with me.

i also wonder now that nothing but death, global organizations, terrorists and the obvious betrayal stand in our way, if i'd ever feel as free as i did back then.

i shake my head to myself. i think being hungry is making me delirious. im thinking of wooyoung when we dont even have blankets to sleep with tonight.

after another few hours of endless feet dragging, i spot something brown past the bushes and start walking fast towards it. it stands out like a sore thumb in the winter wonderland. i turn to wooyoung in excitement.

"its a cabin!"

wooyoung squints suspiciously, pulling me away from the bush by his coat sleeve.

"can we go check it out?" i ask him.

"its a cabin in the woods." woo tells me flatly.

"yes and we're freezing," i tell him. "maybe we can ask for help. or a lift or something."

woo groans and pulls out his gun, making my eyes widen. "have you learnt nothing from all the horror movies i made you watch?"

"ive learnt to not date a spy," i grumble under my breath as i follow him, and he leads the way to the cabin.

it looks like it was pretty, maybe in a different season. with a small campsite out front drenched in blankets of snow, i could only imagine how cozy it must have been in summer. theres old christmas decor on the porch, and woo slides against the side of the door, holding his gun up to the side. i shake my head, trying to withhold how badly i want to laugh at him.

he gives me a pointed look. "get out of sight!" he hisses at me.

"what the hell are you doing, wooyoung," i ask, not taking him seriously.

"clearly assessing the situation. what if whoevers in here pulls a gun on you?!" he snaps in a hushed voice.

"this place is abandoned," i say with confidence. "its october and they have christmas decorations up. it was probably an old holiday house or something."

woo scoffs at me. "so you know the owner?"

why does he think hes the only analysist present? he cant even think straight, all he knows is when to pull a gun.

i shrug and smile sarcastically. "yeah, lets go meet him." i walk up to the porch and pull at the door myself, terrified internally but wanting to prove a point to him. it swings open and of course on the other end, its just dust and ghosts.

woo steps in after me, going in first suddenly. he never puts his gun away. im starting to think he doesnt know how to be a real person. how did he ever hide this behaviour from me, i dont know.

we look around the house and it very much is abandoned. dusty, smelling of old wood and leaking in inconvenient places. theres a bedroom upstairs with just a bedframe, no bed, and a round, frozen shut window that overlooks the grounds.

downstairs is a fireplace, a wooden table with three chairs and a deerhead hanging above the fireplace. im hungry again and it looks like wooyoung found the kitchen. i find him staring at the pantry and he holds something unrecognisable out to me.

"you hungry?" he asks and i squint at it.

"what is that?"

"a dead mouse."

i scream and hit it out of his hand and he has the nerve to burst into chuckles. the mangled mouse falls to the floor and he kicks it under a cupboard. i glare at him.

he points to the otherwise empty pantry. "they have running water and expired snacks. theres also one tin of canned vegetable soup."

i groan and hold my head. "does this place have hot water at least?"

"we can boil some over the fireplace."

"i wanna wash my hair wooyoung. i have knots."

"you're just gonna have to hold till we get to tucsan, baby."

i give him a stern look and he realizes he slipped up. his smile drops as quickly as it came. "sorry. no petnames."

i clear my throat and awkwardly rub my arms. "so...are we staying here?"

he leans against the kitchen sink. "do you want to?"

"im cold. and im tired of walking."

"then we're staying. i'll go get some wood outside and try to make a fire."

i reach in my pocket and hand him the lighter. "here, hopefully this helps."

wooyoung takes it and reaches in his pockets, opening his pack of cigarettes and there's only one left. "you wanna share?"

i quit, but me quitting is just me taking breaks at this point. after the past few days, i'd even do crack.

i nod quietly and he lights it up, taking one long drag before passing it to me. we smoke it in silence until nothing is left of it.

***

after wooyoung brings in the wood, we realize its wet and it probably wont light up, so he leaves it on the floor to dry and goes upstairs. i sit at the table and assume that he isnt coming back down because hes asleep.

i dont even know which day it is anymore. i think of my phone—how my best friends are probably panicking and blowing it up even though they know im missing. they used to find wooyoung funny, some saw him exactly the way my father did. smooth—too smooth, like something curated to be that way.

i dont even know who he is at this point. i should be running for the hills. im in a cabin alone with a man whos been lying to me our whole relationship, and he has a gun. and yet here i am, watching the wood dry while hes asleep upstairs. i should be scared of him. but im not.

i hate that i still trust him. ive been given no choice to, my life is in his hands, but somehow my heart doesnt fear the danger at all. its my head replaying every memory we have, trying to find out when he fell in love with me and when he was just watching me.

an annoying voice in my head wonders how many times hes done this. fallen for a woman he was meant to watch. i'd have to have been the first right? since hes in so much trouble. looking back, i cant say he didnt try to be my friend.

yeah he flirted with me in the beginning, but it was the kind that i expect from men. it was just there, no action, i kept running into him so eventually i got curious. and he was fucking handsome, so obviously that wasnt difficult.

he found me at the cafe i broke up with him in after i got off from work, sipping from a cup and pretending to not notice me. now i know he definetely did. i looked up from my mocha, seeing the most handsome man in all black, shiney hair, veiny hands carressing a coffee cup whilst 'reading' a newspaper. i watched him the whole time, mistaking it for curiousity. i think i loved him from the beginning.

he noticed–of course he did. then he did that stupid half smile, got up and made his way to me. when he slid in opposite me, like he belonged, so confidently forward, i just knew he'd be a problem.

"you stalking me, stranger?" he asks, half smile on full display. such nice teeth. "if you're worried i'll skip town without paying for your car, you dont have to resort to this. i know a girl like you probably has a whole team of lawyers waiting for me."

"you wouldnt even make it out of town," i say with a playful scoff. "and as if, i come to this place all the time. its just weird to see someone who isnt a regular here. especially someone who just rear-ended me."

"damn it, so my line would have worked," he says. "i was going to ask if you come here often, but i thought you'd rather die than hear that."

i let out a laugh against my will. its not even that funny. hes just hot and my type. "you were right, i would rather die than hear that."

"see? i know you so well already."

"thats not a good thing," i roll my eyes, playfully, wondering if that works on any girl. but i play along with his game. "but you might be right."

wooyoung smirks and tosses a look back at the cup he left behind. "you not gonna offer me coffee?" he looks at me again, expectant.

i wonder if i look like that kind of girl. i'd die before paying for a man. "you have one already," i snort.

he leans forward on the table, looking at me daringly. "that one's cold though. and you've implied that you're a regular here so..."

"a regular, not a waitress. you have a charming way of begging." i mutter.

wooyoung's eyes lit up, almost with excitement. like he relishes in the back  and forth. i found out that he does.

"and you have a charming way of insulting me."

part of that...it was still him. it had to have been. i dont like or trust words, so even if he tells me over and over, our relationship was real and not just a job to him, i wont believe him. but im looking back, and i believe myself. he does–or did love me. it was real. ive seen him under pressure now, hes not a good actor.

i know i shouldnt be thinking about this. we have life and death on our hands. but what else should i think about if not wooyoung? if not my present? because i dont know about my future. i only know what i currently have, and what i had before.

i know he owes it to me, but ive been keeping count of everything hes done. piggybacking me through the snow despite not sleeping the whole night while driving, never complaining even though i know hes exhausted, always putting what i want first. hes acting the way that made me love him in the first place. and its fucking me up. because the jig is up. he doesnt have to anymore. maybe ite out of guilt, maybe its because he wants to. i dont know if i want to know the reason, but hes doing it. and its fucking me up.

by the time my rumination pauses for a second, i notice the wood is dry. wooyoung is still asleep. the wind outside grows louder with every passing minute that the sun goes down. its almost.completely dark outside and its freezing. i go upstairs to get the lighter.

when i get into the room, hes passed out on the bedframe, his arms tucked into his turtleneck. i tower over him and he looks serene, his hair folding over his eyes. my hand moves against my will and i softly stroke his cheek, moving his hair out of his eyes. wooyoung stirs but doesnt wake. i think he knows its me, because i know how hypervigilant he is.

i move away from him and reach for the lighter in his pocket, scurrying out of the room before he realizes i was even there.

i go downstairs and carry the wood into the fireplace. some of it is still damp, and as a result, only a small fire comes out of it. i sit down infront of it, feeling myself go cold. i was so smart to wear a jersey, stockings and a skirt and just boots when it was snowing. wooyoung's coat isnt even helping. but in my defense, i didnt plan on leaving my apartment after my break up. i was going to work and then cry myself to sleep during my breaks.

now i cant even pretend like he died, because im stuck with my ex in the wilderness.

i hold my own arms tightly, trying to soak up my nonexistent body heat. curse my generational anemia.

"thats a really small fire," wooyoung says, startling me as he walks up next to me. i couldnt even hear him come down the stairs over my clattering teeth.

"the w-wood's not drying well enough i guess. it was getting really cold so i didnt feel like waiting," i say.

he sits down next to me, sighing heavily. he notices my shiver. "still cold?"

"nope, im burning up with a fever right now," i say sarcastically. wooyoung rolls his eyes at me.

"ive always had better body heat than you," he says, then looks hesitant. "you can sit between my legs if you want. i wont touch you, i promise."

he knows damn well im not going to say no to that, my skin feels like a raw chicken. i nod and carefully slide between his legs and he wraps his coat around me tighter, pressing himself against me. within seconds i already feel warmer. the most manipulative men tend to feel like heaters. i guess its cause they can make you feel comfortable even if youre in hell with them.

"better?" he asks lowly, his breath warming my ear.

"better."

silence envelopes us. it feels like so much is being left unsaid and i cant stand it. but i cant say anything i want to say. i cant say i still have feelings for him. i didnt break up with him because i dont love him–he knows that. and even this is evidence enough.

cant even push him away properly, can you, mira?

"you know..." wooyoung starts, probably just trying to fill the silence. "theres this guy thats been reporting on every single fallout your dad's companies have had with the law. every little thing. improper working protocols, unsafe work environments. he really hates him. i think im going to give the intel to him and just make sure your dad doesnt wipe him off the face of the earth."

"you think that'll work?" i ask genuinely.

i feel him shrug. "i dont know, but im not giving it to my agency. i dont trust them anymore. i dont trust what they'll do with it. they could have fired me or just helped me disappear after my identity was found out but they tried to kill me, which makes me think they want all of this buried."

god it must be horrible doing this job. with all the risks.

"how did you get into this, wooyoung? this job?" i ask him.

"just wanted to make a difference where it mattered i guess," he says with a snort. "i shouldve just become a doctor or something, huh?"

"or an activist," i add on. "or anything else really. but a spy?"

"pay's not even that good. but i liked the holidays."

another silence. i cant help myself.

"am i the only girl you've..."

i want to shoot myself immediately. i dont even finish the sentence yet and wooyoung knows what im trying to ask.

"yes," he answers immediately. "i dealt with terrorists and corrupt government and fucking assholes all the time. you think i had time to do what happened to us more than once? im not insane."

i snort. "must be why you got caught this time–you're a rookie."

he sighs. "like i said, it wasnt planned."

do you regret it? do you wish it never happened?

"thanks for not dying in that warehouse," i mutter, causing myself internal pain. "it wouldve caused me a great inconvenience if you did."

"of course." his voice is soft and hes trying to be smug, but he sounds too sincere. "i cant inconvenience you any more than i already have."

i bite my lip, angry at myself. im glad hes holding me, whether its just for practicalitys sake or something else. but im going insane. my feelings are starting to feel like theyre dancing on flailing electrical wires. theyre suffocating, and im choking on them.

i turn to look back at him, our faces inches from each other. he looks at me with eyes that i can only describe as having surrendered.

"you'll stay alive right?" i keep saying stupid things. i feel like my mouth is just running ahead of me.

wooyoung carresses my face, moving my knotted curly hair behind my ears. "i can try, mira. but i'll keep you alive. no matter what it takes. i'll sort you out, i promise."

a promise. something hes never broken. i cant help but wonder if that'll age badly. i dont want him to die. but i dont know what tomorrow holds. neither does he. which is why i cant control myself.

i lean forward, brushing my lips against his. i press forward to kiss him fully, slithering my hand behind his neck. but his hand goes up to mine, and he leaves the air infront of me empty, his lips merely a ghost on mine.

im embarrassed and i turn away from him. "no," he says, turning me back to look at him and i feel my eyes water up.

"im not rejecting you," he quickly says.

"but you are. you dont want to kiss me."

"why wouldnt i want to kiss you, mira?"

"then why did you pull away?" i snap unintentionally, my voice cracking.

"because youre kissing me out of fear," he tells me. "and i dont want that. i want you to kiss me because you want to, not because you think we might die tomorrow."

of course i want to kiss him. i want to kiss him so fucking bad but hes right. if all these threats werent against us, i wouldnt be spiralling as bad as i am right now.

"dont kiss me because you think we're running out of time," he says, still holding my face. "because if i have my way—we'll have more of it. and i know you havent forgiven me yet. i dont want you to wake up tomorrow and regret everything. the next time you kiss me, you'll want to. and it will mean something."

i stare at him, both angry and filled with adoration that he knows me so well. he always has. days ago he kissed me right after i tried to break up with him, now that we might die, he wont. now that im doing the same thing, he wont.

i can tell he feels bad. he places a small peck on my cheek and i close my eyes in agony. im just so fucking scared. "let me do the right thing for once. lets get to bed. i know you're tired."

im defeated. wooyoung stands up and lifts me and i look up at him like a lost puppy. still at his mercy. even now, hes still three steps ahead.

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[macsimagines]

hiiii!! I saw your "yanderes who will resort to murder" so can I request separate HCs for Yandere Kisaki Tetta and Ran Haitani where they cheated on their darlings bcs "she couldn't keep them entertained" and ofc the yanderes won't allow their darling to leave them so their darling becomes more and more lifeless day by day... thank you so much!

TW: Yandere, Abuse, MINORS DNI

Yandere!Kisaki

He doesn't cheat. Don't get me wrong, he's tried. But he can't stand the feeling of someone's lips on him if it's not you. Nothing will ever matter if it doesn't revolve around you.

What he does though is make it look like he cheated. He needs to test you. Sure you were here before he became a rich mogul, but are you really going to stay no matter what? Will you really keep your promise?

Kisaki is shocked when the answer is no. "You think you can leave me?" "Don't give me that crap! YOU cheated! YOU'RE the cause of all of this!"

The second you try to walk out that door, bags in hand, Kisaki is grabbing you by your hair and dragging you back. He has never once been physically violent with you, that's why you're so shocked and can't even react right at the action.

"You're not fucking leaving, Y/N. That ring on your hand means you HAVE to stay."

It's your turn to shock him when you throw your ring on the ground. You've never taken it off since the day he slipped it onto your finger...

"FUCK YOU! I WANT OUT OF THIS MARRIAGE!"

But there is no out. Not anymore. The doors are bolted, you're chained and collared, and no matter how hard you try there is no escape.

The light fades from your eyes, day after day, and he's so broken seeing you slowly start to loose your light. You're everything to him, and like an insecure fool he's ruined you.

"Y/N please," he'll beg, "It was all a lie. I just...I needed to know you'd stay with me no matter what."

Your eyes start to water and Kisaki feels sick because that's your first emotion in weeks. "That makes everything so much worse..."

Kisaki will try and fail to build you up again. He's been trying to prove how much he loves you, how devoted he truly is. "Of course I'd never be unfaithful. The thought of anyone else makes me nauseous."

"I wish you would cheat... I wish you loved anyone else and not me." "...That's never going to happen, darling."

Yandere!Ran

He treats you like you're replaceable and you've let him for years. Eventually though, you've finally decided you've had enough.

"Haven't I been good to you!? I take all your bullshit and love you through it, why can't you just be loyal!?" His words make you sick "Not my fault you don't excite me anymore."

Well if that's how it is then you're not going to waste one more second of your time. The bastard has the audacity to actually leave you there crying.

"I actually have something important to do than listen to you cry, Y/N." and just walked out.

If that's the way he wanted to play it then you were going to leave. You had more important things to do as well, like rebuild your whole life without Ran Haitani.

When he returns home you're gone. You packed a bag and dipped out even emptied out your bank account. "She's bein' real dramatic."

Doesn't take it seriously until his brother says something. "Bro... I really think she's done this time. My guys just found out she bought a ticket outta Tokyo."

Thats when he really starts to get pissed. Goes out and finds you. "Look, I'm soooo sorry," he tells you rolling his eyes, "Now will you quit bein' hysterical? Do you get how bad you're makin' me look?"

The cold empty indifference in your eyes shakes him. Like you don't even care that he came all this way to get you. You're not even saying anything to him.

It goes on like that, him making demands ordering you to come with him, you not even acknowledging him. "You have your whores. You don't need or want me." is the only thing you say before you're making a move to get on the train.

Fuck making a scene. No one leaves Ran Haitani.

Its been months now. And you still won't talk to him. He's tried everything from isolation to starvation and physical violence. You might scream here and there, but verbal communication? Nope.

That empty look in your eyes is starting to really scare him. Ran really had no idea how much he needed you until you were really gone. Physically you're there, but its like he's holding a husk.

Once again, his brother has to speak up, the younger Haitani always did have a soft spot for you. "Bro, c'mon already. You broke her. She's got nothing left."

[oddballwriter]

My god I just finished reading all of your moon boys as dads blurbs and holy shit

I was hoping you would write a blurb/one-shot where Marc just can't help but compare fem! reader (they have 2 sons) and his mother, but the reader doesn't act the way his mom would and that is slowly but surely healing him. Maybe also where their younger boy gets hurt while playing with his brother and she calms their oldest by saying "It wasn't your fault, you didn't do it on purpose". Poor Marc would definitely start crying as soon as they're alone. Anyway, toodles!

Healing Wounds

Summary: Fatherhood was something that really healed Marc in a way that he couldn't imagine, and with that, situations are a lot less stress-inducing and let him enjoy finer moments with his family.

Warnings: Talk about Marc's trauma. Thoughts of self-doubt and being unable to let go of the past. Y/N and Marc (and the rest) being good parents. A whole lot of fluff at the end.  

Author’s Snip: We love letting our man heal his mental and emotional wounds.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 859

It was kind of funny. Of course, you and him end up having two sons. It just had to happen like that didn't it. It wasn't like he didn't want them. God, no. Marc would never trade his boys for anything and he knows that neither would you.

But it was always there in the back of his mind. The faintest overlay in his vision and memory to back when he was a kid and all of its awful moments. All the screaming, crying, pain, and moments and milestones that were stained no matter how much he tried to scrub the bad out.

With your first, Aaron, there was the dread of being a parent and doing it wrong. He didn't want to get any of it wrong but there was the dilemma of where exactly he was meant to be. Too much of a pushover then his son would be spoiled and never get the hang of life. Too strict and demanding then he'd just be her. And Marc would rather die than even be her in the slightest. It was a hard thing for him to balance in his own mind. Marc was gone for a while but you all knew that it was for him to reflect and gather himself. Marc very much still had some wounds that he needed to lick before he took that journey.

And he did great. All three of them did great in their own ways but Marc clearly felt more comfortable and secure with himself being a dad and also working with you. You knew deep down that you were a part of that security, that the image was mostly on you. And you made sure that Marc never saw her in you even once. It's not like you were planning too, of course. You couldn't even imagine doing such things, or how any mother could have the audacity.

But when Matthew, or Matty as you all call him, came along there was a new dilemma that brought on more thoughts that wouldn't leave him alone. But Marc knew that Aaron and you managed to heal those wounds, so he knew that this would heal up so much more. He just needed to believe in himself and you, and the process.

Marc had the usual talk that a parent would with a soon-to-be older sibling, the whole "Just because we're having another one and are giving them more attention doesn't mean we don't love you. They just need more attention because they're small". Aaron understood, matter of fact he seemed really excited to be an older brother. Marc took that and made it something to use for healing. You and him taught Aaron how to help take care of Matthew and how to hold him, letting him be a part of his baby brother's life.

Years went by and they both grew, you bought a house, Marc started feeling better, and everything felt perfect. Sure, there were some moments but they never really impacted anything. There was no fear, no nights spent laying awake worrying about something happening, no moments where the ghosts of a past long since passed showed up in his mind.

That was until one day when everything was seemingly normal. You were doing something, Marc wasn't really paying attention and also couldn't remember what he was doing either. The boys were playing in the backyard. But at some point, you both hear a scream and then a cry coming from the backyard.

Rushing out, you find Matthew sitting on the grass crying and holding his foot while Aaron is kneeling next to him and looks upset and panicked. You go and pick up Matthew while Aaron is repeating "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." and possibly about to cry himself. That's when it all gets Marc, and hard.

He feels overwhelmed by everything, but just before it gets too much he sees you try and settle your boys down. "What happened?" you asked Aaron calmly while holding Matthew who was sniffling into your shoulder. "We were playing soccer and he was going to get the ball in my goal so I tried to stop him, but I didn't know where his foot was so when I kicked he fell." Aaron explains as he starts to cry. You kneel down to his eye level, "Hey, it's okay, sweetie." you shush, "Was it an accident?" you ask. Aaron nods as he whips his tears. "Okay, then it wasn't your fault. You didn't mean to trip him." you say as you help him whip away his tears. "Are you okay, Matty?" you ask the smaller boy to which he nods.

"Alright. Then why don't we just hug it out and maybe sit down for a little or do something inside, yeah?" you suggest. The two boys immediately go in for the group hug, but you glance up at Marc, seeing him watch the whole thing, and gesture for him to join in. Marc, trying to hold back the water in his eyes, joins in. It lasts a few seconds but Marc can feel the situation healing up something again.

[fireflylitsky]

ZABUSAKU NOT DEAD YET PLEASEE

This is just me on my "Sakrua should have Kubikiribocho" bullshit 😂

Sakura wasn’t sure what a normal girl got for her eighteenth birthday, but she was positive it wasn’t this. Her sensei rubbed at the back of his neck when he presented it to her, smiling through his uncertainty. “I wasn’t sure what to get you,” he admitted, gesturing to the unwieldy blade.

No kidding.

But she smiled all the same and thanked him as she accepted Kubikiribocho. The Executioner's blade. Zabuza’s sword. 

“Thought it might bring back some memories,” Kakashi said. He wasn’t wrong. She couldn’t fault him there.

It seemed so big when she was small. She thought for sure now that she’d grown, its grandeur would have diminished, but no. Somehow it only seemed bigger now in her clutch. 

Kakashi-sensei justified the gift further, stating she was the only one he could think of that would do it justice. So that was just great. Now she had to.

The first time Sakura heard it, it scared her.

“More…”

At the draw of blood—a kill—a voice scratched at the back of her skull. Deep and coarse. It put a dryness in her throat. Made her thirst, though not in any unpleasant way. Made her think that maybe more might be good, yes.

Needless to say, she decided to keep this to herself.

“More.” That was all it said for the longest time. She grew so used to it that it honestly became easy to ignore. Her blade carved through flesh, and with it came that hunger. That urging insistence. Sometimes it even sounded like praise.

It wasn’t until a particularly brutal battle, during which Sakura struggled to gain the upper hand, that the sword developed a vocabulary—a rude one. “Behind,” it warned with a growl, tacking on a muttered, “idiotic girl…”

Sakura narrowly dodged the attack because of that warning, leaving her free to balk at the absolute audacity of her sword. “Excuse me?!” 

It was on that day Sakura came to find out that some souls do not pass on to the afterlife. Some will cling to whatever they can and refuse death. Attach themselves to a vessel and live on inside it.

Kubrikiribocho just happened to be such a vessel, and Zabuza Momochi was anything but dead.

SO basically this becomes the story of Sakura and the soul of Zabuza bonding VERY SLOWLY over the course of many years. At first he's miffed when this stupid pink-haired girl becomes his wielder because ugh, she's not going to help his cause at all. (He believes that if he is able to absorb enough blood--enough life--through the blade, he can use it as a conduit to come back. After all, this blade's ability is to regenerate that which has already been destroyed)

But over time she piques his interest. He sees her potential. That feral streak in her. Maybe she can be useful to him. So he starts becoming more talkative (even if he is rude) and starts to guide her and work with her in battle.

They have lots of little quiet moments other people wouldn't understand (very underdeveloped snippet incoming):

Her body hurts. Her heart hurts. She feels it all welling up inside her and knows she’ll cry herself to sleep tonight in this ramshackle hut—alone, but not. Kubikiribocho lies in bed beside her. She sidles up against it and lays a hand on the oddly warm blade.

Zabuza’s silent, but she knows he can feel what she’s feeling. They’re too intertwined now. “I’m so sorry…” she eventually says. “This is unbecoming of me. Of a kunoichi. I just… didn’t want to be alone. Not after…” she chokes off, unable to put it in words yet.

“…Not like I’m going anywhere.” His voice sounds in her head, dismissive in a strangely comforting way.

“True… sorry about that, too.”

Silence spans between them and if a sentient sword could sigh, well, it sounds like that.

“Hey, Zabuza…?” she murmurs after a while, barely audible as she trails her fingers along the smooth steel of the blade, absently tracing lines down the edge.

“Hm?”

“I’m going to fix you,” she says, determined. “I’m going to bring you back no matter what. I’ll find a way. I promise.”

“Tch… yeah, yeah, I know.”

“I mean it.”

“I know you do.”

“I won’t be useless. Not to you, too.”

There’s another stretch of silence before she hears him speak again. “Did someone tell you that? You’re useless?”

“Not… in those words exactly,” she says. “But I know that it’s true. Especially after today.”

[pastel-rights]

is the answer no (feel free to yap away about lieat)

The answer is no. Good job.

...

i think i'd crashout if you said yes, I'm tired of being called a gay man (/j)

anyways, hii. I don't have much to really yap about right now, unfortunately, but, me and tae finished our Ib playthrough a few days ago and started playing lieat in its place.

We started playing Ib since, well there's the IDV crossover that's coming in mid april, and it's been well over a decade for me since I've seen the game (i saw it within the same year it came out, so, mid 2012 to early early 2013, think March to January) and Tae was in a similar situation of "its been a while". So, we decided to replay it and that's.

Where those Ib clips she showed you guys came from. Ain't that cool?

We went through all the endings Ib had to offer, including the additional dungeon in the second playthrough. But, that left us wondering... what to play next? And, so Tae pulled out the Lieat trilogy.

Mistakes were made. (/j)

not saying that my character was a hater but god that man was such a fucking hater that he made Mary look like a saint in comparison.

He had no business doing and saying what he did, he had no business at ALL. Garry was the better girl dad i'm sorry (he says, even though its his fault their character was like this)

And the way we just took turns voicing additional characters and I got stuck having full blown arguments with myself?

Having to call myself a womanizer? Oh, say it ain't so.

and then DREAM WORLD got their hands on them both? Na, that's a wrap, anons. When we say that's a wrap? That's a WRAP. No more, done, its not even #over, it just straight up IS over.

And that's the only straight thing you'll find on this blog.

Never have I ever been accused of being not ONLY gay, but having internalized homophobia because I said I wasn't gay. And then they had the AUDACITY to add that to my record.

I mean, what kind of halfwit dragonite paint huffing poison chugging ragtag team of adventurers looking asses are going to tell ME what I like and then get MAD when I CORRECT them?

The audacity. The fucking audacity. ough im getting all heated all over again, I need to. My hands their neck.

Christ.

overall, lieat arc? total fucking disaster! the recordings were a mess, the bits were a mess, those games were a mess.

10/10, would do it again.

[alexandia03]

Tell me about...

Bitter are the wars between brothers

Okay, I was actually waiting for someone to ask about this one and now I am thinking how to talk about it without giving too many spoilers (I am the kind that tells you the entire planned plot when asked because I am that excited).

Basically, Bitter are the wars between brothers is the only semi-complete snippet I wrote so far (like it has 10 pages so far) and it focuses on the main conflict of the second part of Memento Vivere (when I finally get to the IF events), namely Xaden's fallout with his inner circle after a series of mistakes and neglect. RY never talked about how Xaden's friends might feel after he becomes obsessed with Violet and it angered me a little to see that Bodhi had to return to Basgiath with a broken arm (and suffered for months from it) when Brennan was basically there and could have mended him had he and Xaden not decided that saving his energy in case Violet needed something else was more important.

And because the people on the discord server already have access to it, why not give you a little sneak-peak?

“The bones healed wrong after the battle of Resson…” Brennan begins and I bite my tongue not to scoff. Yes, that much we already knew... Anyone with eyes could tell as much. Well, most of us, at least, judging by the bewildered look on Xaden's face, as if he just found out his favorite puppy died. “… so in that regard, the fall was rather fortunate if you want to see it that way, because it reopened the wound and once he regains enough energy for it, I should be able to properly put the bones back in place. Tomorrow, most likely. The mending today took a big toll on him.” And on Brennan himself, I complete in my mind with a scowl. Garrick frowns, his grip on my hand tightening almost to the point it hurts, but I know it is unconscious – and it actually gives me something else to focus on aside from the boiling rage in my chest. “Fortunate? You mean to tell me he lived with a broken arm… for six months?!” He all but shouts, his voice taking a dangerous tone as his hazel eyes moved between Brennan and Xaden, finally understanding why it was so easy for Bodhi to fall off Cuir, why he was favoring his left side. “How could you let it happen?” “Of course, we never meant to put Bodhi in such a position, but after Resson, we had to chance his fracture healing on its own as there were more pressing…” Brennan starts explaining and there is a slight grimace on his face, a prang of guilt. But I came to understand there is a difference between guilt and remorse. “Wait!” Garrick cuts in, his eyes widening even more, but his attention is now solely on Xaden who is uncharacteristically quiet. “You knew his arm was in such a bad condition?” Xaden doesn’t even look at Garrick as he opens his mouth to answer, keeping his eyes on Brennan instead. “You never told me the wound was that serious… You said it would heal in time and there would be no issues. Had I known…”

Or maybe two sneak-peaks because I am feeling generous <3

Anger. And it is pointed towards me like an arrow aimed to pierce my heart. “Fucking traitor. I guess I should have seen this coming.” Traitor? Traitor?! He can’t possibly be talking to me, right? He is probably talking to Brennan after he stopped him… – Fuck it! Who am I freaking trying to fool? He is talking to me and I can’t even lie to myself and say that I didn’t see this coming. “What did you just call me?” I growl, my hand itching to wrap around the hilt of my dagger, but I resist the urge. No, I won’t resort to violence, it’s not the moment and it certainly isn’t worth it. At least not yet. The bastard has the audacity to scoff and roll his eyes at me. “Drop the act. You have been sneaking between me and Bodhi for years trying to push him away from me. It ends today, Imogen. Gods, I can’t believe I have been so blind until now… it’s my fault I allowed this situation to get so far.” “Oh, you are at fault here for a lot, but like always it is easier to blabber about shit than to take responsibility for your fuck ups. You want to pin it on me now that you saw you can’t do it to Brennan? Be my guest, but I can’t take credit for how much you fucked things up with Bodhi, that is all you, asshole.” I bite back, that bit of patience and restraint I was holding on to up to this point finally snapping. Gods, this is truly not the moment for this, for any of this. This is not the time for this stupid argument, not now and certainly not in here, while Bodhi is in pain in the next room. It is not like Xaden will actually listen to logic either, so it is pointless anyway. So I do the only rational thing I can do right now – I turn with the intention of going to Bodhi’s room. “Oh, the fuck you are! I am not letting you anywhere near him to poison his mind with all this vitriol you have against me! Leave him alone, Imogen, I mean it!” Xaden all but yells, shadows extending to form some sort of wall to the door.

[helixtheman]

You know what? I’ve had it. Nobody cares about me. Why the hell have I been unemployed for TWO DAMN YEARS? People are absolute idiots to each other at work and during interviews, and the fault lies with toxic masculinity, plain and simple. But no—this guy, this clown, actually has the nerve to blame everything on America being “Trump’s fault” when AMERICA has its own deep-rooted problems to deal with! Seriously? Let’s not sugarcoat it. I’m not here to defend this mess, and I’m sure as hell not going to respect these woke pedophiles pushing their agenda that men need to be “more open about their feelings.” Give me a break.

Hear me out. I sat through an interview once where someone had the audacity to say that Biden DESTROYED America while letting this woke garbage take over. And now these same people want to tell me toxic masculinity isn’t okay? NEWS FLASH: That argument is so outdated, it’s practically rotting in the 2010s.

And don’t even get me started on VoicesOfChaos—the same guy who worships Yu-Gi-Oh! Zexal and hates 5D’s because people rightly chose quality over mediocrity. Back when Arc-V was airing, this guy couldn’t stop whining about the same old nonsense, but now he’s sitting on his high horse, saying anger and masculinity are “toxic”? The same guy who bans anyone from his streams for criticizing Zexal, yet doesn’t think twice about spewing his garbage takes on men and emotions? Hypocritical much?

You know what? At least where I live—in Bulgaria—you can get humbled by real people who’ll actually force you to grow as a person. But this guy? Nah. He’s stuck in his bubble, pushing stereotypes while acting like his venting is somehow superior. It’s pathetic.

And here I am, kicking off 2025 ranting about this MF. Honestly, the year couldn’t have started on a worse note.

You really want to know why this all happened? Let me break it down. Ten years ago, I joined this guy’s livestream, and from day one, it was a complete joke. His entire stream was nothing but Zexal elitism—pure, unfiltered nonsense. His fanbase wouldn’t even bother listening to true Yu-Gi-Oh! fans, the ones who actually know what they’re talking about. Nope, they’d rather sit there, praising mediocrity while stomping on people like me, who live and breathe this franchise. We’re always above their BS.

And here we are again—feels like it’s 2015 all over. But guess what? There’s no Zexal or Arc-V for this clown to latch onto anymore, so what’s he got left? Nothing. You think I wanted to get mad at an LGBTQ person whining about “some orange monkey”? No. I’m mad because people like this stole my shot—my livelihood—over some privileged garbage that only they benefit from.

And you think I’m lying? You think I’m not telling the truth? Let me paint you a picture: my computer’s broken, my phone got smashed, my money’s gone missing, and my last job was a train wreck because some shoehorned idiot with an ego bigger than his brain decided to trigger me. He told me to just “let it go” and not get mad. Are you kidding me? Not get mad over Andrew Tate cult-hero BS? Like, come on. Andrew Tate’s just another beta male hiding behind his persona, refusing to respect the poor.

I hate liberals for telling me to stop having fun, and I hate religious zealots for telling me to stop being poor. Both parties? Useless. America? It’s doomed. It’s collapsing under the weight of its own stupidity. You know what I have to say? Just one sentence:

GET OUT OF AMERICA, STOP BEING WOKE, AND GET BACK TO YOUR SENSES.

I was born a man. I’ve been mocked as a man. I had no privileges as a man and grew up facing real hardships like a man. But guess what? I NEVER needed LGBTQ labels or movements to define me because I’m normal—I faced my struggles, and I overcame them without leaning on anything else. What I need now is simple: a job to stabilize my life this year. That’s it.

But then I see VoicesOfChaos and realize this guy has completely lost it. He can’t just go back to streaming when Duel Links has consumed his life. And honestly? It’s pathetic. It’s the same crap I dealt with from that BlueEyesWhiteGarden clown who was friends with TimaHina—another one I had to put in her place once in a while.

I’m so sick of American Yu-Gi-Oh! fans and their garbage propaganda. They mock real, hardworking people like us—people who actually struggle, who actually know what it means to fight through life. And when they can’t even drop a simple like or acknowledge the pain we’re going through? It’s proof they can’t even respect their own sanity, let alone someone else’s.

And let me be real here—this person I’m talking about? A pedophile. Straight up. He wants to sleep with children, and you’re letting him slide? Block him. That’s right: BLOCK HIM.

[no--net]

Willing to be punched in the face again for you (Part one) Byomjit Angst

(before reading this I recommend watching the movie detective byomkesh bakshi and watching its deleted scene (mainly scene 3) or else their might be some references you might miss

Hope you like it and I will try to update it soon (suggestions are welcome) and please comment somthing ....yes I'm asking for validation)

It had been a horrible day for Ajit . Why you may ask? Let's rewind I little bit

The last evening Byomkesh and Ajit were on a case ,long story short it turned bloody and Byomkesh had to be dragged home once again. All of the exhaustion might have caught up with the detective but not his friend unfortunately.  While byomkesh slept like a baby Ajit was dragged to the police station for details of the case. So after no dinner and no sleep he thought breakfast would make things better but nope! Turns out Byomkesh had the audacity to get invited to a friend's house. Alone! Eating alone just doesnt hit the same so lunch was a bye bye and now here we are to the present and guess what's happening? Yep Ajit is being dragged to another case ! for goodness sake! "Byomkesh I've went inside and checked out the crime scene and I advice you highly against it" said ajit who went to check on the blood situation inside.

"Mr Bakshi you are our last hope I need you to get on this case" said the police officer "Sir why do you worry I'll go right in and right out and the case would be s.o.l.v.e.d solved!" Mr smartypants boasts "No we will not be taking the case" said Ajit in quite the stern voice "Fine then WE won't...but I will" Announced Byomkesh while going towards the building "Alright listen here" says Ajit as he drags Byomkesh aside "For once listen to me Byomkesh,don't take the case" "Ajit you dont understand this-this is such an important case! It could be the highlight of my career!" Byomkesh says as he throws his hands out trying to prove a point .

"You'll solve the case once you actually process what's going on in there" "What do you mean-"

"Their is too much blood in there,and you completely shut down the moment you see it" Ajit's voice and anger were rising every second "I wont! You'll see it will be fine"

"Byomkesh I saw the mess you were yesterday after seeing a dead body-honestly speaking it wasnt even that much blood but there is blood on the ENTIRE WALL in there , please I cannot do it today . I don't want you to take the case-" "Yeah you didnt say that when it was your father's dead body!"

"Do not bring my father into this!" At this point it wasnt a conversation anymore it was a full blown argument

"No because when it's about YOU and YOU ONLY then you dont care!"

"It was different then!" "It wasnt you hypocrite" Byomkesh whispers in the nastiest tone Ajit has ever heard him in "maybe I was wrong ,maybe your father not wanting a son like you was your fault"

Usually when dialogues similar to this are uttered a punch usually lands on the detective's face which frankly he was expecting but.....that didnt happen. Ajit didnt shout or punch or came up with a comeback He just stood their

So disappointed

So tired

So....heartbroken?

"Fine you go take the case" it was barely above a whisper

Pretending to not notice any of that at all Byomkesh Bakshi turned around to face the building with pride "Yes Ajit ! I'll show you that together we-"

"No" "No?"

"Not WE ....you . I'm going home" he says as he turns around and starts walking

"No but-" it wasnt like his friend ,his best friend didnt try to go after him "Mr Bakshi will you be taking the case then?" The conversation-or the one sided speech that the police officer gave kind of blended together as Byomkesh tried to spot ajit in the darkness "No sorry sir" said the man as he took off after finnaly catching a glimpse of the other man

A few turns and 5 minutes of running later Ajit was nowhere to be seen...shit

"He must have went home...yeah .home"

After Practically running back to his house you could imagine how Byomkesh felt when he saw the door still locked "He's not here"