#Darling Label Punch

[euijoosorangeslice]

I have thoughts about the hyung line :

• Fuma and K tend to be boy's dads

• Euijoo and Nicholas are more inclined towards girl's dad

I completely agree with this take actually.

warnings: suggestive, a lot of pet names, idk what to label this as fluff?

• (child age 7) kei coming to his sons football meet to cheer for him, hugging his son and lifting him in the air. “Great game! You are gonna be big someday, little guy!” Your son would laugh loudly as kei held him upside down by his legs. Kei would place him back on the ground, his son scrambling to grab his things to go home.

You buried your head into Kei’s arm, smiling like a plastic doll. “What’s got you so giddy?” He’d ask, running his fingers through your hair. “Just my two boys in the same space. I can’t believe he really has your eyes.” Kei reached down, sliding his hand over your butt. “I mean, maybe we could have one that has yours?”

• (child age 2) “Papa! Give me uppies!” His son would cry, Fuma working over the stove to make lunch for his family. “I- oh hold on baby, Papa really needs to finish lunch before mommy gets up.” His son would wail even louder, and Fuma would have no choice but to pick him up and attach him to his hip.

“It’s okay, my love. Papa’s here.” You stumbled into the kitchen, leaning against the counter in your robe with your messed up hair. “Ugh, I slept in again.” You’d whine, Fuma smiling at your messed up state. “Good morning, beautiful. It’s probably hard to not sleep in when your legs are still sore from your…anniversary gift last night. Anyway, sandwiches are in the menu, darling. Made a side of beans since you were craving them.”

“Speaking of cravings, I took another test. Guess who’s eating for two?” You giggled kissing his cheek. “The same girl who has morning breath.” You delivered a hard punch to his stomach, making him shout. “Fuck your sandwiches.” You grumbled, walking to the bathroom.

• (child age 16) Your daughter ran excitedly into the living room, holding her phone. “Mom, can I go to a party tonight? Before you ask, yes there will be boys, but I don’t like any of them! And I’ve been taking my birth control anyways. I’m not going to get pregnant.” You smiled at how hastily your daughter pleaded her case. “Ask your father.” Your husband interjected, “No way. Boys are animals, and I don’t want you getting caught up in trouble.”

“Dad! I promise I won’t get into trouble! You know I’m smarter than that.” She pleaded, but Euijoo shook his head. “There’s no way I’m letting it happen. Unless, you can promise me there will be nothing more than kissing, no touching below the belt, and you don’t take any drugs. Drink responsibly and you better be back by 11:30 on the dot.” Your daughter sighed, subtly rolling her eyes. “Fine, ok whatever! I won’t do any of that stuff, thank you.” She ran back upstairs to get changed, making you giggle.

Euijoo leaned into your touch as you brushed your fingers through his hair. “I just don’t want her getting hurt. I was a teen boy once, and you know how that went.” You kissed his cheek, holding his hand. “You have to be a little lenient. We raised a smart one, she can fend for herself. Trust her. Now, she’ll be gone all night and we can have some time to ourselves.” You smiled, kissing his collar. “We could do it right on the couch.”

•(child age 13) just imagining nicho being proud of his little girl playing in something like a basketball competition, (he’d love if she did a sport that he likes) and he’d turn to you and smirk. “We made such a beautiful baby girl. Maybe we should make another when we get home?” He hinted, making you roll your eyes.

“No. We are going to take our daughter down to her favorite place for dinner, and when we get home we are going straight to bed.” You instructed, making Nico smile. “I’d go straight to bed with you any night, angel.” You rolled your eyes again, standing up. “Want anything from the concession stand?”

[informalmajesty]

Jimin is not being sabotaged by his own label

This tag used to be (mostly) fun and now all I see are large text posts pitting Jimin and JK against each other and, look, it’s not as complicated as many of you are making it out to be, nor is there some grand conspiracy to *checks notes* pit JK and Jimin against each other or *keeps checking notes* a SPECIFIC vendetta against ONLY Jimin, their artist who *scrolls scrolls scrolls through notes* went number 1 on Billboard.

So here is a large text post on the woes of American capitalism (yes. Really).

Here’s the reality

Billboard DID Sabotage Jimin

Let’s get the big sabotage that did happen out of the way — BILLBOARD (and friends. Will circle back to this) ARE RACIST SNAKES AND ALWAYS HAVE BEEN.

Billboard has a history of keeping Black artists off of the pop charts. One example, R&B was largely created as a separate chart to move a category of Black artists from the Hot 100 pop charts. It was a big deal—as (1) example—when Boyz II Men crossed over to the pop charts multiple times.

And then what happened? The American music industry caught up and started cranking out white boy bands that wrote and performed R&B but. Funny. Somehow it was now considered JUST pop on the H100 POP charts. They weren’t pushed immediately to R&B and had to work their way over.

This was considered R&B for the R&B charts that was a “crossover”

And this was considered mainstream pop that needed no crossover.

Yeah, Billboard have always been racist snakes.

So flash forward to 2023. We know they tried HARD to keep BTS from the H100. Going into Proof, BB limited digitals, reduced the weight on sales and upped weight on radio. Why? American music labels can control radio. They cannot control sales and it’s legally far more messy for them to do so.

But then. JIMIN happened.

ARMY got Jimin to H100 #1 with the rule change and the American music industry lost their collective shit.

Why do I say COLLECTIVE and not just Billboard? Well.

This is so essential to the punch line of this rant.

American capitalism only cares about its friends.

What does that mean?

I work in Silicon Valley. You want to know why there is a major diversity problem in Silicon Valley? Yes. There is explicit and obscene misogyny and racism, but the biggest problem is less explicit albeit just as systemic.

White men tend to hang out and befriend other white men already in their “circle.” When some rich person or VC firm’s buddy is like “hey I need money for this thing” they are like “yes, of course, buddy, here you go!!” And they get tons of cash without having to prove anything.

I will not say the startup I worked at but it’s valuation was in the billions and their funding was in the billions with NO product built yet. How they got those billions? A well known stunt performer was besties with the then CEO of a major major tech company and he said “hey bestie give my friend over here hundreds of millions of dollars.” And then this startup got hundreds of millions of dollars. Was there due diligence done? Absolutely. But would the CEO of a major tech company give a crap if his best dude didn’t vouch for the startup? No.

Humans are extremely relationally driven. Merit is basically bullshit. Merit is so so rarely considered in anything. Who are you friends with? That’s how most things are done.

So, Billboard has a lot of friends. Those friends are in major record labels. And those friends only care about making as much money as possible while retaining the status quo.

What goes against all of that? A group of non-white, non-American men that they make very little money from because their label is completely seated in a different country.

So when Like Crazy—a solo record by a Korean artist under a Korean label with a Korean songwriting team—comes in and dethrones FLOWERS, Columbia Records’ darling for the year (no hate to Miley or the song, it’s solid, love Miley), oh my god were they SEEING SOME RED.

The MONEY they PAID to see Flowers on top of radio, of playlisting, of cultural consciousness and a NON AMERICAN NON WHITE MAN just dethroned that.

My GUESS (I don’t know, also keep in mind BTS didn’t seem to have the friendliest exit from the Columbia distribution deal) is that Billboard’s BFFs at Columbia threw a fit. And Billboard responded by saying “of course, bestie, we’ll remove the problem.”

And there goes 100k sales in the next week. Deleted. Gone.

Who is going to call them on that? Hybe could propose an investigation, sure, but here’s the thing — it’s not illegal. Billboard didn’t break any law. It’s THEIR completely made up chart that they can change at any time depending on what labels want (this is how Wall Street works too, btw). Everything is made up to appease the same 50 white men. Bleak but true. Music industry is far from the exception.

Okay so moving forward — now we have Jungkook’s Seven coming out. And Billboard a week before release finally decides to tell us the rule they CREATED BECAUSE OF JIMIN (it’s a shitty rule of course but damn Jimin’s power)—D2C sales no longer count.

Jungkoook makes it to #1 anyway because ARMY is freaking amazing AND yes. Yes, Jungkook got more US promotion, help on Spotify, general promo, radio etc than Jimin.

BUT THIS DID NOT HAPPEN BECAUSE BIG HIT FAVORS JUNGKOOK AND SABOTAGED JIMIN

Remember — everything is determined by rich men in power and who they are friends with.

What did Jungkook do? He went to an American producer who is besties with Scooter Braun (Andrew Watt has worked with several of Scooter’s artists including Justin Bieber, namely on Peaches) who has power to contact his besties at Spotify and wherever else.

And what does going to an American producer unlock for Jungkook? A pop track highly likely to do well in America. So then what does Bang PD do? Recognize that because the dude is a billionaire and he likes money and he says (and we know he said this) “this is going to be a hit.” And there you go, you have the Seven marketing campaign that Like Crazy didn’t quite get.

This isn’t “oh my god BigHit / Hybe hates Jimin.” This is “Jungkoook took an easier, more commercial route.”

If Jimin wants to go get a song like Seven….he can go get a song from an American producer who is friends with the right people.

Instead he wanted to work on a personal project with Korean producers and it’s amazing and beautiful and also went number one and was also a huge success.

And Jungkook wanted this really great and incredibly commercial pop song.

Both are valid. Both are going to unlock different resources for the artist. And both Jimin and JK know this. They chose what they chose. That’s it. End of story.

As for Seven v LC album stock— stock is highly likely determined by basic predictive analytics models (exponential smoothing, maaybe a regression, maybe even something as simple as moving avg idk). LC was a sizable increase from Astronaut and other BTS singles. So then Seven likely adjusted to that increase. Again. That’s it guys. That’s literally it.

So can we please have the tag back and stop pitting JK and Jimin against each other and respect that Jimin chose to do a more artistic, personal project while JK (at least for now) did not?

If you want to be mad at something, be mad at American wealthy white men and their friends.

[witchersmistress]

Rescuing Ann

Hello my beautiful darlings! I've been slacking and letting Ann and August fight amongst themselves. But I got them to work together. I'm not 100% certain how I feel about this so don't be surprised if I

Trigger Warnings: blood, violence, assault, smart ass remarks, chasing, fighting, stolen movie quotes clearly labeled

Word count: 2K

August”s POV

The broken glass crunched under my feet as I walked back into the building. My phone started to vibrate, pulling it out of my pocket and I answered it quickly “ Yes?” “ Sir, we have confirmation that Julian is going to be attacked today, by a group of men called the De Santis brothers. My blood ran cold. Charles, Brandon and Levi. They were absolutely ruthless men, who played twisted games in order to compete with their father.

“Sir, are you still there?” my second in command, Jace asked me. Releasing the breath I was holding “ Yes I'm still here, get a team ready, I'm going after her.” disconnecting from the call, I left the party and climbed into the black sedan that was waiting for me. Shooting a text off to an old number that I prayed was still active, hoping I wasn't too late to save her.

Ann’s pov

His chilling threat still clung to my skin, “You will pay for making me look stupid” he was on his third glass of whiskey as the driver pulled into a long driveway. Taking in a deep breath as i observed the house, it looked warm and inviting but the man who lived here was anything but, i know i was expected to go home with him but i’ll be damned if that fool thinks that he will be able to touch me, i’ll die before i let that happen. Stepping out the car I followed Julian inside, the front door locking behind me and trapping me inside. “Second bedroom on the right, go upstairs now” he spat at me as he made his way towards his  liquor cabinet. Taking off my heels I jogged up the stairs and into that bedroom shutting behind me. Leaning my head back I took in a few deep breaths before peeling myself off the door and out of this damn dress. Sliding my arms out of the straps, I began to tug the dress over my head. I'll be damned if I ask Julian to help me. Tossing the dress to the floor in a mess of cabernet tulle, I moved over to the full length mirror and stared at my reflection. My strappy lingerie clung to my curves, dark hair falling down my back, I looked and felt like a Goddess and the only man that I wanted worshiping at my altar was August. I wonder if I hold as much power over him as he does me. I let my glance linger for a few moments longer, before stripping out of those and climbing into a hot shower.

In comfy black pjs I was about to settle into bed for the evening when the door flung open to reveal Julian, standing my ground I waited for him to say something. “ You embarrassed me tonight, you know that, by letting the Walker hold on to you like a little lost puppy. It's pathetic really, but do you know how that made me look, that my wife-to-be  is a wanton whore for an American CIA agent?!?!” he is practically foaming at the mouth. “I’d rather be his whore than your wife” Did i just quote the Titanic at him yes i did. I turned around to walk away from him, but he reached out and grabbed my still damp hair and pulled me back to him. Scream and clawing at the hand that held my hair, he spoke is a dark tone “ If you want to act like a whore that is how i am going to treat you do you understand me” the hand that was holding my hair lowered, i turned my head and bit him like a rabid dog “ You fucking bitch”  he snarled as  punched me in the gut and i stumbled back into the frame of the canopy bed, landing against it with a heavy and my head with a sickening crack. My vision was fuzzy for a few moments but I got my bearings and stood on shaky legs, ready to face him.

“ I could do this all day” I taunted him, yes I quoted Captain America, leave me alone. Wrapping a hand towel around the bite on his hand, he just smirked. “ You think you're funny?” I cocked my head “ I think I’m adorable”  he sneered and lunged at me, skirting around him so he crashed into the bed, I tripped and landed on my ass, such a clumsy thing. This felt like a sick and twisted game of cat and mouse, but I'd be dead if this kitty cat caught me. Staggering into the hallway, I braced myself as Julian came charging out, and grabbed my waist. I whipped my head back crashing straight into his nose with a satisfying crunch and it began to gush like a fountain. With a sharp jab to his gut he stumbled back and towards the stairs, he grabbed my shirt and pulled me with him as we went down the stairs. Breathing hurt, moving hurt, everything fucking hurts. Shoving Julian off me, I struggled to my feet. When the patio doors burst open and three men dressed in black and came charging in with guns pointed. Julian sprung up from the floor and wrapped an arm around my throat “ Who the fuck are you?” he hissed at the men.

One of them laughed like an absolute lunatic. “ Wow I knew you were dumb but I didn't expect you to be that stupid. We are here for you dumbass” one of the other goonies moved at the speed of lightning and rushed at him. He threw me to the side to protect himself, stumbling on my feet. I bolted for the patio door when I was snatched by the third goon. “Easy poppet, we wouldn't want to hurt you know would we?” he sneered, his breath reeking of whiskey and cigarettes. I audibly gag as he continues to breathe on me as he secured my hands behind my back with zip ties.i could feel them biting into my skin, the big goon laughed as i attempted to rub my wrist together to relieve the pain “ What's wrong? Cant handle a little bondage?” he wiggled his eyebrows at me, disgusting pig. I spit in his face and he was pissed, he punched me in the stomach with full force, doubling over in pain he grabbed my head and slammed it off the counter. Fuck now i really was seeing stars, i could feel warm liquid pouring down my face  “ Charles” one of the shadows snapped “ Leave her be, she has no part of this” i laughed out loud, i clearly was losing my mind as Charles pushed me into a chair “ Charles, you fucking name is Charles? Jesus, you must have been such a mama’s boy eh Charlie boy” i cackled and threw my head back with laughter. If I was going to die tonight might as well have the last laugh. Charles was seething “ You better watch your fucking mouth or i’ll make you sorry you ever opened it” he walked towards, his keeper and Julian. One day I am going to learn to shut my goddamn mouth but today is not the day.

Snorting loudly as my vision became blurry and my head began to spin. “ With an attitude like that, you must have to tie up all your girls to get attention. Even then you probably have a hard time satisfying them with that tic tac in your pants you call a penis. Oh sweet baby jesus, i did it, his control snapped “ Charles no” julians goon screamed as he spun around and came right for me, tackling me to the ground, my head met the ground with a snap and the chair broke under our combined weight as he reared back and clocked me in the face, spitting the blood at him, i smiled as my eyes crossed. Well I clearly was on death’s door as I heard more voices and I vaguely saw the blue eyes of my savior, August. He grabbed my face and talked to me. “Ann dont you dare, keep your eyes open. Look at me” he growled, I forced my eyes open for the last time. I smiled at him as blood dripped from my mouth “ Déjame ir” Let me go. Uttering my last goodbye as he drifted further and further away from my vision, his voice blending in with the white noise in my head, I closed my eyes for the last time. 

Unknown POV

He called me and made me promise that she wouldn't get hurt. I was a fool to make a promise. I thought I could keep her safe. I raced back into the formal dining room but I was too late. Charles had her laid out flat on the floor and he was beating her. I whistled at my other guy who dropped Julian’s unconscious ass like a sack of potatoes and raced over to help me pull Charles off of her. “ Charles no, we need her alive” he was foaming at the mouth and he was struggling to get out of our hold. He was so desperate to get to her, to finish what we started as she was on her side choking on blood. Charles grunted and went limp in our arms, I looked over my shoulder and saw him. The person who begged me to protect her, someone I was equal parts terrified and proud to call my brother, August Walker. He ran to her and tried to get her to stay awake, but as she slipped away into the night, he looked back at me, his eyes full of murder. I may have been his brother but I was most certain that I wasn't going to survive the night.

August’s pov

pushing passed Levi and Brandon, knowing I'd deal with them later, I scooped you into my arms and took off.

*a few hours later*

Pretty sure I've worn a groove into the floor waiting to hear from the surgeon. They rushed you into immediate surgery upon our arrival and that was several hours ago. Sitting down, I hung my head. Already tormenting myself if you didn't make it. “Hey” a voice started me, looking up to see Levi holding out a cup of coffee to me. I smiled softly and took it from him. He sat besides, bouncing his leg impatiently. “August,” he began but I cut him off. “Don't,” I said, “ I will deal with him accordingly.” He nodded as he looked down at his cup of coffee.

“Mr. Walker?” A petite nurse called. Standing up I walked over to her. “ They just finished up the surgery, if you would follow me” I glanced back at Levi and he nodded as I walked with the nurse. She pointed to your room, and I thanked her. I expected to walk in and see you awake and talking but you weren't. You were still hooked up to machines. A tube was breathing for you. I wanted to scream, I wanted to rage. The surgeon rambled on about what they did and your prospective recovery. Walking over and grabbing your hand. Your hand was warm in mine, I squeezed it but there was no response. “ How long until she wakes up?” I asked him as I watched that machine breathe for you.

Clearing his throat “ I’m sorry Mr. Walker” he started i stared daggers at him waiting for him to continue “ She went through a long surgery and we almost lost her. Her brain has severely swollen so we placed her in a medically induced coma to help heal her brain '' I don't know if there was a disconnect in my brain but I wasn't clearly understanding. Levi stood in the doorway with a heavy sigh he just looked at you “ In plain terms Doc” he muttered and the dr turned towards him and nodded “ Mr. Walker, i'm not sure if she will ever wake up” my knees buckled from the weight, she may never wake up..

[bamdelune]

sickly dan heng x reader fluff drabble

notes: not proofread, just fluff in general, might be a little ooc dan heng because this is my first hsr work

A series of knocks echoed through the archive room where a sickly Dan Heng laid as a virus threw punches at his body.

The Nameless had begun an expedition on a new planet where a Stellaron had been found. This time the planet’s climate was not-so-pleasant (read: never-ending thunderstorms) and Dan Heng had initially warned you to bring an umbrella.

Did you listen?

Of course not!

“We’ll manage, love. I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

You thought you would be able to manage because the towns were filled with roofs anyway but little did you know that little could be done to avoid the harsh rain and thus, finding out that the thunderstorms continued inside the numerous establishments of the city.

That day, you were the subject of a handful of unamused stares of “I-told-you-so” from your boyfriend.

✦

Here you stood in front of his room with a tray in your hands, standing in a certain guilt. Lucky for you, your immune system had the balls to fight the cold that was creeping up on you whereas Dan Heng’s… not so much.

You slide the door open with your foot to create a space for your head to poke through.

“Hey, bud. You alright in there?” You ask sheepishly with an awkward chuckle.

With all the energy Dan Heng could muster, he shoots you a weak glare. If looks could kill, you might as well been buried way underground already by the time he makes eye contact with you. You sigh with a nod. “Right, right.” You then push the door open to give way for your body to come in.

You set the tray down on a free space on top of one of the shelves, praying to any entity above that it won’t drop as you tended to your boyfriend as it was halfway off the shelf.

“Sit up for me, please?” you say, kneeling down to his level on the floor, your hand finding a way to press on his back to support him. He grunts tiredly, shifting some of his weight onto your palm and sits upright. Dan Heng then leans against a shelf with a huff.

You shuffle over to where the tray was whilst on your knees and come back to Dan Heng’s side, placing the tray down on the free space on the floor.

“What’s that?” Dan Heng asks softly, prompting a soft sneeze from him right after. His face was mostly pale with pink blooming particularly on his nose. His voice was a subtly scratchy. You assume that he has a mild case of a sore throat as well from his cold.

You pick up a bowl, its evaporating steam following in a trail of movement. You gently spoon through the liquid to cool it down a little. “Porridge. Not the usual one you like though since Pom Pom said it apparently ran out so I had to manage.”

You catch an uncertain look on Dan Heng’s face and pout slightly, “Do you not trust my cooking?” You jest, feigning hurt.

“I trust that you wouldn’t want my reply on that, darling.” He coughs, turning his head to the side to avoid coughing in your direction. "In fact, I'm not sure I trust your judgement."

“You wound me."

He sends you another look,

"I'm sorry, I'll listen to you next time." You exhale in defeat.

“Hm.”

You scoop some of the porridge onto the spoon as you bring it to close to your lips, blowing on it gently before you move it near Dan Heng’s.

“Open,” you nudge the spoon slightly to prod his mouth open.

Dan Heng follows with no reluctance when he feels the metal of the spoon on his lips, gulping down the warm porridge down his throat.

You take the spoon out of his mouth and settle it in the bowl, before looking back at him with hopeful eyes. “Is it good?”

Dan Heng nods, sniffling his nose afterwards.

You feed him the porridge until it’s almost finished, setting the bowl on the tray again after it has cooled down.

“Himeko told you to drink this after eating.” You hand him a tablet of medicine packaged securely in a tin packaging. He examines the label before picking the area around the medicine with his nails to take it out. Your hands reach for the glass of water and wait for him to pop the tablet in his mouth before giving it to him.

Once he finishes drinking, he returns the glass to the tray and sighs with relief and slumps down back into the duvet covers. You bend over to tuck him in properly and place a gentle peck on his lips.

“Don’t do that, you’ll get sick.” He mutters with a pout before clearing his throat.

You chuckle quietly at your boyfriend’s words before placing another one on his cheeks.

“Trust me, I won’t. Now get some rest.” You say as you pick up the tray and dim the lights of the archive room when you leave.

Suffice to say you spoke too soon when you wake up two days later with the same cold, earning you another “I told you so” from Dan Heng. But despite his words, the man is eager to take care of you just as you did.

© bamdelune may 2023. do not repost or plagiarize any of my works, thank you so much! reblogs, notes, and comments are always appreciated!

(masterlist)

[sacrifesse]

┣▇▇▇═─ HALLOWEEN iD PACK 〰️

🎃 ︵︵ REQUESTED BY ANON ᶻ 𝗓

🎃 ︵︵ TAGGiNG @id-pack-archive ᶻ 𝗓

✙ ︵︵ SYSTEM NAMES : the pumpkin patch (system/collective/etc.) , the graveyard ghosts , the skeleton system , the witches’ coven collective , the scary system , the graveyard ghouls , the zombie system/collective/etc. , the vampire’s coffin collective , the costume collective , the nightmare system/collective/etc. , the trick or treat system/collective/etc.

✙ ︵︵ NAMES : buffy , freddy , carrie , chucky , casper , rosemary , agatha , blade , autumn , blair , ambrose , october , annabelle , bram , claudia , cullen , damien , hamlet , hannibal , hazel , helena , ivy , lilith¹ , lucifer , luna , melanie , poe , persephone , raven , sabrina , salem , vincent , wednesday , eve , jack , night , coraline

¹ names that certain alters of the darling stars use

✙ ︵︵ PRONOUNS : pumpkin pumpkins , ghost ghosts , grave graves , skeleton skeletons , fright frights , ghoul ghouls , zombie zombies , vamp vamps , vamp vampire , vampire vampires , coffin coffins , costume costumes , nightmare nightmares , night nights , 🎃 🎃s , 👻 👻s , 🪦 🪦s , 💀 💀s , ☠️ ☠️s , 🩻 🩻s , 🗝️ 🗝️s , 🧟 🧟s , 🧛 🧛s , ⚰️ ⚰️s , 🦷 🦷s , 🤡 🤡s

✙ ︵︵ USERNAMES : zombvamp , vampjester , nightlycoffin , zombfangs

✙ ︵︵ TiTLES : the trick or treater , prn who yearns for candy , prn who will give you a trick , prn who will give you a treat , the living nightmare , the walking nightmare , the one in costume , the candy connoisseur

✙ ︵︵ LABELS : dusk til dawn , halloween punch , halloween asexual , alderhalloween

✙ ︵︵ GENDER SYSTEMS : genderhorror / genderhorrific

✙ ︵︵ GENDERS : hallowgender , halloweenhorror , 🎃💀emojic / pumpkinskullcarvic , nifsgender , batticorn , hallofrilled , orangepurplehallowic , candybowlic , halloveic , jackolanterngender , childhoodcostumic , lemuresgender , candyhalloweenic , trickotreatlexic , pumpatchpickic , treatlexic , spookyplushic , tricklexic , halloweensongic , horrorenigmatic

[PT: halloween id pack. requested by anon. tagging id-pack-archive. system names. names. pronouns. usernames. titles. labels. gender systems. genders. /END PT]

[phregnancy]

you’re so right about dan’s humor. i was (and still am) primarily a dan liker but… it really rubs me the wrong way sometimes. like, dude, you’re a mental health guy now. you talk about your struggles and how much it sucks all the fucking time. do you really have to punch down?? like, i actually *do* embrace the label of “not normal” as an autistic person but i don’t need you to tell me that.

and, tbch, what i like about him is his deadpan delivery in tandem with his physical comedy, so the edgy jokes don’t even land. maybe it’s just that i never 100% grew out of my edgy phase but i don’t think i’d care as much if i actually found it funny, but it just isn’t. like at all. wad was a fucking slog for me to get through (hyperfixation go brrr, but it did take me 3 days) because it was just so “ow the edge” until the last bit.

dan, your redditor doomer humor was getting old before you came out, dude. you have your dream house and internet darling status and literal soulmate. can we leave the edgelord persona where it belongs, in the closet with the emo hair? lol

sorry again to people perusing the tit spoilers tags but this ask contains spoilers so i must tag

honestly i did forget that he’s a redditor and that’s the missing piece to the puzzle in my trying to understand why he’s still making jokes like these. my thing is just that we’ve been told our whole lives that we’re not normal, we know. we don’t need someone who feels the need to state that he’s not autistic to tell us that he associates autism with not being normal. we get it, we know, we don’t need the reminder from you.

[tricksteroftheheart]

boo. You should send me songs you like 👍

Oh man oh man. I look at my almost 8000 songs liked on Spotify. Oh man where to start. No links and maybe flat tone because I don't have the battery power, sorry /gen

(Pssst, my Spotify is linked here and in my carrd; I've got a bunch of public playlists and I take requests. If you wanna see more/enjoy my music taste ;3 )

Red text if the song is explicit, all song titles are bolded and colored blue (unless theyre explicit) for ease of reading. Also I don't keep up with artists like 99 percent of the time so if I link an artist that is actually a bad person please forgive me. Also I don't usually watch music videos so I can't add content warnings for those. I don't usually listen to full albums so if I send a bunch of songs from an album it's a coincidence lol. Just because a song isn't labelled explicit doesn't mean it's completely innocent, take care listening to songs/translating lyrics please!

Vocal synth (a lot of teto sorry):

All of Flavor Foley's music. Butcher Vanity is their most well-known song and one of my favs, but I also recommend Water The Roses, Rawdog, and 炜ward Romance. That's almost all of their songs. Yeah I don't wanna leave out Weathergirl that's a good one too Also anything by Jamie P. Special mention for her music videos. My favs are Rot For Clout, I Wish That I Could Fall, Machine Love, You're Telling Me A Shrimp Fried This Rice, and Cadmium Colors. Special mention for To My Biggest Fan by beat_shobon. Cute music video I really like Maretu. Nyan is really good but I also really like Darling. Since he's more mainstream so you probably already know his more popular songs, I recommend Tool, White Happy, Girl Eraser, Born Before, and Suji. Honestly by THØRNS Teo by Omoi Mesmerizer and Obsolete Meat by 32ki

Indie:

Also anything by Yonkagor. I like Memory Merge, Fallacy, Circus Hop, and Top 10 Things To Do Before You Die. Great music videos here Castaway, Moka!, and Queen Of The Night by The Vanished People. They have a great sound The Soccer Journals, Mawce, How Do You Talk To A Star?, Numemaker's Parable, and Gut Punch/Don't Meet Your Idols by Everybody's Worried About Owen Yoshi's Island, Cold Weather, Bedroom Community, Glass Beach, Orchids, and Classic J Dies And Goes To Hell Part 1 by Glass Beach Heartbeat, Tragedy, Casket Kids, Circuit Bent, and Playing Pretend by Stomach Book. Fukouna Girl is like literally me but you already know that one /silly Pacific by Chase Petra. Also Prologue, Monet Issues, and In An Emergency Such As The End Of The World Switchblade by Vorsa Every single fucking song by Tom Cardy I'm not joking

Not Indie/ I don't actually know if they're indie or not:

Ukelele Anthem, The Killing Type, Astronaut, and Lost by Amanda Palmer Kings Of Medicine, Too Many Friends, Try Better Next Time, and Surrounded By Spies by Placebo Nothing Breaks Like A Heart by Miley Cyrus ...And If I Did, You Deserved It ("In Case I Make It," Outtake) by Will Wood They/Them/Theirs by Worriers Like Real People Do by Hoizer Maze Of Life by Yumi Kawamura and Shihoko Hirata Welcome To My Parents House by Ninja Sex Party Nintendo Online's Greatest Announcement by Starbomb. Great music video Sick Of The Silence by Mother Mother

Other/Whole Albums:

Epic the musical. All of it. Listen to a playlist of it all in order, you won't regret it. Cult Of The Lamb: Hymns Of The Unholy. The final song on the album is explicit. Cult is my favorite. You don't need to know CotL to appreciate the music but it helps! Faker (Sonic X Shadow Generations Song) by Thai McGath. This one has an official Teto and Miku version! This one is really really silly but it has some banger lines please don't judge me /silly Anything and everything by NateWantsToBattle/Nathan Sharp. He's done some Sonic cover albums but his original music is also some of my favorites. He's been my fav since I was a kid Also any song by MCR or Fall Out Boy. My tastes are revealing themselves huh Also I'm Neo BF Friday Night Funkin Neo. So I feel the need to plug the Neo Mod tracks... And the Soft Mod tracks... and the B3 Mod tracks... Also I'm like fifteen Pico's so like... Any track with Pico in it really... I'm specifically from Friday Night Funkin: Corruption Takeover if you're curious... The Junkyard 2 by Penelope Scott Tourist History by Two Door Cinema Club

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一期一会 | ichi-go, ichi-e | Part Three

一期一会 | ichi-go, ichi-e Masterlist

Summary: The consequences of your passionate vacation with Austin reveal themselves not long after he returns to Los Angeles. You find your world inexorably changed and are faced with a near impossible decision.

Pairing: Austin Butler x Female Reader

Special Note: This chapter features discussion of abortion as an option. I firmly believe in a woman’s right to choose and it is not up for debate on my blog. If this is something you are uncomfortable with or disagree with, do not read this chapter. Any attempts to change my mind, or any harassment, will result in an immediate block.

Warnings: Angst, Language, Fluff, Vomit, Unintentional Pregnancy, Pregnancy Test, Discussion of Abortion, Discussion of Adoption, Discussion of Systemic or Societal Sexism, Interactions with Medical Doctor, Medical Tests, Excessive Use of ‘little bean’ and ‘darling girl’, Mature/Explicit Themes [vaginal penetration, unprotected sex] – 18+ Only

Word Count: 7008

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At first you simply thought you were exhausted from the trip, from the profound lack of sleep because you had much preferred to succumb to passion in his arms than to properly rest. That the simmering anger or readiness of tears was due to the intense crystallization of your feelings for Austin so quickly followed by forced separation. That the cramps and back pain were from the onset of your period – confirmed by some spotting. That the headaches and congestion were from the cold that was going around.

Inhabiting the body of a woman was confounding at the best of times – involved a lot of supposition and interpretation. And all the while you were caught up in the hectic nature of your profession, easily losing track of the signs your body was clearly displaying to you. It was not until four weeks later, when you were getting dressed to head to the grocery store, sliding your hand into your bra to adjust the way your breast sat in the cup, that you realized. As you hissed in discomfort at how sore the tender flesh was, it was then that the kaleidoscope of symptoms shifted and spun into place. The realization that you were two weeks late on your period punched the air from your lungs and had you sitting heavily on your bed, eyes wide as a montage of all the unprotected sex you had enjoyed with Austin swept through your mind.

You snapped back into the moment and quickly pulled out your phone, the pit of your stomach sinking lower and lower as you ticked off far too many of the early symptoms of pregnancy in the first article that popped up in the search results. Acrid sweat prickled in your armpits, slicking your palms and making your hands clumsy. Heart pounding, you quickly pulled on your shirt and, halfway out the door, rushed back in to grab a ring from your jewellery box, slipping it onto your ring finger and putting on a mask and hat. For all its technological advances, Japan was not known for its progressive approach to women – working, unmarried, and possible pregnant women in particular.

You took the subway three stops in the opposite direction, getting off at a station you rarely frequented, climbing the steps to find the nearest pharmacy. Acting as casually as you possibly could with a racing heart hidden beneath your anonymous outfit, you made your way to the sexual health section. The wall of condom choices made you furrow your brow…as though they were placed there for the sole purpose of mocking you. Walking a bit further, you came across the slightly smaller selection of pregnancy tests. You could not imagine what a non-Japanese speaker would feel, confronted with the myriad of boxes and labels. You had worked hard to achieve the level of native speaker and in your current emotional state you could barely process the rapidly blurring choices before you.

Blinking back tears, you eventually located a few options with English inserts. Honestly, you could use all the help you could get at this point. The final deciding factor was the option that came with two tests. You brought two boxes, to total four, just to be extra certain. The cashier put the boxes into a brown paper bag for your privacy, which you then put into your reusable shopping bag and made a beeline back to your apartment.

The first positive you greeted with denial, quickly unwrapping the second. When it came back positive as well, you had an oddly calm acceptance about the whole situation. You went about making breakfast, made your trip to the grocery store, tidied your apartment. The whole time, your brain separated the concept that you were pregnant as some sort of abstract, apart from the rest of your thoughts and contained in a glass jar to be observed. It wasn’t until you were preparing dinner that the glass shattered, and you sunk to your knees in tears.

Because you knew. You knew that things would be changed forever. Now that there was a tiny little bean growing inside you…you could no longer hold onto everything. Between your career and life in Japan, your relationship with Austin, and the little bean…a choice would have to be made and something would have to be lost.

Crawling into bed, it felt like no time had passed before you were awoken by your alarm the next day. Like a mindless robot, you obeyed your programming code and went through the process of getting ready and going to work. You were uncharacteristically quiet at your desk that day, and it did not go unnoticed. You tried to explain it away as not feeling well, but you could feel Sachiko’s knowing gaze on you. Your phone buzzed on your desk, and you glanced at it to see a message from Austin. Your stomach clenched with a wave of nausea. Austin.

For the past twenty-four hours you had been so thoroughly and completely wrapped up in yourself and the consequences of this for you. But the little bean was created by the two of you and any decision-making process would have to involve him. And for that to happen, you would have to tell him. Your eyes scanned over his good night message, and you were immediately aware that your cellphone was not the right medium. A quick search of flights revealed that there was a 7:45 PM flight that night that would have you landing in Los Angeles at 2:00 PM the same day, because traveling east across the Pacific Ocean was essentially traveling backward in time.

–  I hope you have a lovely sleep. Would you be up for a chat over my lunch, your 7PM tomorrow? I have a weird schedule and would love to see you. –

– I would love that, darling! I’m home all day tomorrow reading a few scripts my agent has sent me. –

You swallowed tightly, feeling like an absolutely fraud, but somewhat relieved to know that he would be at home. You had his address from the gifts you had been mailing back and forth for months, so you could arrive without putting him through fifteen hours of heart-rending speculation as to why you were flying over.

– That sounds like a very lovely day. I’m looking forward to it. I love you. –

– It will be made all the more lovely by seeing your beautiful face. I love you, too. –

You then went to your supervisor’s office, Mr. Taguchi, and knocked on the door asking for a minute. You described a very difficult family situation that required you to go home for the next two weeks. You needed that length of time in case….well, in case an abortion was the choice the pair of you made. Because it was incredibly difficult to obtain one in Japan, it would have to happen in California, and if that were to be the choice, you needed time.

The stress that flitted across his face, the panic of suddenly losing an employee for two busy weeks, brought tears to your eyes, which you dabbed at with the cuff of your sleeve. They worked to your advantage, making him feel so suddenly awkward at your display of emotion that he would have done anything to get you out of his office.

“You have five days of vacation left this year; the rest would have to be unpaid…” He busied himself, looking over your Human Resources file on his computer screen.

You nodded quickly, and he told you to take the rest of the day off sick as you were obviously in no condition to be working. You thanked him softly and managed to rein in your emotions before going to pack up your stuff. You were halfway down the hall when Sachiko caught up with you.

“I have no idea what you’re going through…but just know that I’m here for you.” She smiled earnestly and brought on a fresh flood of tears.

“Oh Sachiko…” You whispered and she hugged you close, taking your breath away. “Thank you…” You sniffled and she nodded, gesturing for you to continue on your way as she replaced her stoic expression and headed back into the office.

On your way to the subway station, you stopped on a park bench and quickly purchased your flights. This would be all for naught if you did not put that last piece of the puzzle into place. You returned to your apartment for the most disorganized, helter-skelter packing session of your life, but you knew that if needed to, you could always buy things there. You threw out the food that would go bad and grabbed your passport. You looked at the pregnancy kits, still sitting out on your table, and took a third. You sighed heavily as it also came back positive and packed them up, not sure if he would need to see evidence…not sure about much at all as you set out for Haneda airport.

Finally, after checking your bag and clearing security, you were able to stop and take a breath. You sat in a quiet corner at the boarding gate, staring vacantly at the patterned carpet at your feet. You were utterly shellshocked. And while you knew that you had brought this upon yourself, that your actions had been truly reckless, you did feel an anger that had begun to simmer in your abdomen. You could not have been the first to have become so swept up in the moment that you forgot to take adequate protection. Why did something that could be so difficult for some have to simply happen to you like this?! It was unspeakably unfair.

Thus, you had boarded your flight with a sullen expression on your features. Twitching and fidgeting with nervous energy, you felt rather like a caged animal during take off. As soon as the seatbelt sign turned off, you stood to walk a few laps down the aisles. It was quite possibly the longest ten hours of your life. To cap it all off, the nausea that had been stalking you since Austin’s text had arrived hours earlier at your desk, bloomed into a need to vomit during landing. Forced to use the air sickness bag, you were now also mortified.

Once you were free to stand, you found some gum in your bag before grabbing your luggage and making your way through customs. Conscious of the money you had spent on your flights, and the fact that you would not have very much money coming in on your next paycheque, you used a combination of buses, trams, and subways to make your way to Los Feliz. You knew you had scheduled the call with Austin for seven, and it was only five by that time. But you traveled the rest of the way to his address by cab without further delay, hoping he would be home – as he had said he would be.

You should have known he would have a security gate. It made perfectly logical sense, but it felt like some sort of insurmountable obstacle after all you had been through to get to him. You’d travelled thousands of miles and would still have to speak to him through an electronic device anyway. You watched the tremor in your fingers as you reached out to press the buzzer, clenching your teeth and letting out a growl of frustration at yourself as you forced your fingertip to connect with the smooth, white button.

“Hello?” Austin’s voice crackled through the speaker after an agonizing few seconds.

“H...Hi Austin it’s…it’s me.” Your voice shook and seemed reluctant to leave your throat. You took a deep breath and clearly stated your name.

“What?!” His exclamation sounded on the quiet street before the gate emitted an electronic hum and swung inward.

You had just reached the doorstep, the gate clanging shut behind you, when the door flung inward in front of you to reveal an astounded Austin dressed very casually in shorts and a t-shirt.

“What…how?!” He was looking you over, eyes skittering across your features, jaw slack in shock.

“Supr-” You tried to cheekily reply with his line from so many weeks ago, but seeing him before you in the flesh, full of such naïve excitement, had your throat clenching tightly. You were not able to make a single sound as huge, hot tears boiled over your lower lids and slid down your cheeks.

His countenance immediately changed, and he slid a protective arm around you, casting a careful glance around before guiding you into his home. You couldn’t even process the style or furnishings; you were just shaking with silent sobs and ragged gasps of breath.

“Darling girl, it’s ok, it’s ok…” He closed the door behind you and pulled you tightly to his chest, wrapping you in a warm embrace, his hands rubbing your back soothingly.

You shook your head wordlessly against his chest because it truly, most definitely, was not ok. But you did not even have the ability to tell him why. He gently extracted your suitcase from the vice grip of your fingers and led you further into his home, into a sun-filled room with a grey sectional facing a fireplace. He guided you to sit, pressing close beside you and gently wiping at your tears with some tissues he had acquired from….somewhere between the front door and here.

You could not look at him. Not if you wanted to stem the flow of tears. The earnest concern in his deep blue eyes felt like a knife twisting between your ribs. Focusing instead on the jade plant growing in an earthenware pot on his coffee table, you managed to regain control and grabbed more tissues to mop at your face before taking a slow, deep breath.

“I have to tell you something.” You croaked in the direction of the waxy, green leaves.

“Can you look at me while you do?” He asked softly, hand squeezing your shoulder in a soothing rhythm.

You pressed your lips together tightly and shook you head, breath shaking as you nearly lost it again.

“Ok” He whispered meekly, hand stilling but not leaving your shoulder.

Your deep breath was notably shaky once more, but you forced yourself to speak through the crushing weight of your emotions.

“I’m pregnant.” You stated flatly before turning to look at him now that the words had finally left your lips.

A sharp inhale was the only sound in the room as he stared at your tear-stained face, speechless. Each tick of a nearby clock sounded the passing of second after second of silence, the tide of tears rising higher and higher within you the longer he remained silent. You quickly retreated to the safety of the jade plant, dabbing at the freshly welling moisture stinging your eyes and he finally, at last, said something.

“Are you sure?” He breathed and you nodded almost violently.

“Three tests…” You sniffled. “Wouldn’t have come if I wasn’t…sure…” The statement flew out of your mouth, but you beat back the sniping tone, or you hoped you did, before it finished.

He exhaled deeply, and you watched out of the corner of your eye as he leaned back into the couch and scrubbed his hands down his face. You swallowed thickly and tried to quietly blow your nose. You’d had nearly two days to digest the information at this point, he needed some time. You both jumped as his phone started ringing and he sighed softly as he looked at it.

“My dinner.” He muttered and buzzed in the delivery driver, going to meet him at the door before returning with a bag of fragrant Thai food.

As the scent hit your nostrils, your stomach lurched, and you shot to your feet.

“Bathroom!” You exclaimed with urgency and he grabbed your arm, leading you to the powder room quickly where you threw up again, even though your stomach was completely emptied already.

He knelt beside you, keep your hair free of your sick, and cleaning your face.

“God you really are, aren’t you…” He whispered and got you some cool water. “I’ll throw it out don’t worry…” He trailed off as you shook your head quickly.

“Go eat…” You croaked. “I’ll stay here.”

He smiled tenderly and stroked your cheek.

“I’ll eat on the patio, please sit in the living room?” He waited until you nodded before he kissed your forehead and stepped out.

Distantly, you heard the rustle of the paper bag, the opening and closing of the patio door, as he went outside to eat where the smell could not offend you. Shakily, you got to your feet and rinsed your face with cool water, frowning a little at how haggard you looked. You tried to do something about your hair with damp fingers before making your way back to the couch, sitting heavily. Now that your secret was a shared burden, no longer something you had to carry alone, all the adrenaline you had been running on seeped away and you fell asleep right there against the arm of his couch.

When your eyes fluttered open, it was after dark, and you were covered in a warm blanket. You lifted your head and turned to see Austin sitting with your feet pressing against his thigh. He heard the rustle of your movements and set down his phone, turning to look at you gently.

“Hey…” He smiled softly. “How are you feeling?” he reached out to stroke your cheek and your lower lip wobbled almost comically at his sweetness.

“Kinda…hungry?” You sniffled and slowly shifted to sitting. “Do you have bread and honey?” You asked before an involuntary yawn overtook you.

He nodded quickly.

“Toast with honey?” He offered, shifting to his feet, and you nodded.

He headed towards what you assumed would be the kitchen and you followed him quietly as though there were a tether tying you to him. And well…you supposed there was in a way.

“Oh, little bean, there I go, being all philosophical.” You whispered, unconsciously laying a hand over your lower abdomen.

You missed the fact that this was the first time you had spoken to the being growing inside when Austin asked,

“How long have you known?” He leaned against the counter, watching you.

Sliding onto one of the stools at the island you paused to do the math.

“Sunday, my time, so Saturday night your time.” You nodded and accepted the glass of water from him gratefully.

The nausea seemed to have left, for the time being, and in its wake you found yourself hungry and thirsty. You eyed the honey toast he moved to set before you with the intensity of a predator, digging in the moment it came to rest on the counter, having to make a conscious effort to eat slowly.

“How did you know?” He tilted his head curiously. “To take the test, I mean…”

You swallowed your bite and smirked ruefully at yourself.

“Well, I ignored or wrote off the cramps, bloating, congestion, headaches and exhaustion. But the breast soreness…” You shook your head with a grimace and sniffled a little before draining the glass of water.

“The congestion is from the extra blood flow!” He declared proudly and you blinked at him for a few moments before he rubbed the back of his neck. “I did…some reading while you slept.” He murmured sheepishly.

The heart-melting sweetness of the man across the marble countertop from you brought another wave of tears, happy tears this time at least, to your already aggravated eyes.

“Shit, I’m sorry I…” He found some more tissues and you dabbed at your eyes, shaking your head.

“Don’t be, you’re so fucking sweet.” You gave him a watery smile and he walked around the island to gently wrap his arms around you from behind.

“We’re…we’re going to figure this out, ok?” He whispered against your hair, and you nodded, leaning back into his embrace as relief flooded through you. “How long can you stay?”

“I’m going back not this Saturday, but next. Just shy of two weeks because of the time change…” You finished the second piece of toast and he moved to sit on the stool beside you.

Turning to face him, your mouth lifted at the corners as he took your hands.

“My best friend Ashley had a baby – well, a few years ago now, which is horrifying to calculate, but…she was constantly raving about her OB-GYN. Would you be ok if I reached out to get her contact info? I think…” He trailed off, seeming somewhat uncertain.

You squeezed his hands gently and nodded.

“Before we make any decisions we should…we should see a doctor, to confirm we have decisions to make…” You swallowed dryly and he pecked your lips softly.

“Exactly…how is that toast sitting?” He asked softly, looking you over.

“Like an island in an empty ocean?” Your lips twitched into a smirk, and he chuckled.

Insisting you remain seated; he assembled you more of a meal with simple proteins and carbs – easy to digest and not too hard on your temperamental stomach. Once you were fed and keeping it down, he carried your suitcase upstairs, stopping at the guest room.

“Did you want your own room?” He asked softly and you shook your head.

He kissed your temple fondly before leading you down the hall to the primary bedroom. It was a decorated in a mixture of vintage and dark academia but also was still resolutely west-coast in style. You smiled warmly as it felt so right. His hand came to rest on your lower back as he stood beside you.

“Did you want to shower or anything before bed?”

“Oh yes please!” You breathed as your skin ached with the desire to be clean.

He waited patiently, reading in bed as you showered and changed into your pajamas – which upon closer inspect did not match…your suitcase was definitely a mess. As you crawled into bed with him, he pulled you close, and you were quickly asleep once again. You awoke to him gently pressing kisses across your forehead and down your nose. You blinked rapidly, trying to surface from sleep quickly.

“Sorry darlin’, it’s almost noon and I figured you’d want to see some of the daytime?” He murmured gently and you kissed him warmly.

“Thank you, Austin.” You smiled sleepily and shifted up to sit, feeling quite discombobulated yet less tense and somewhat rested.

He waited until you had eaten a generous breakfast, watching you eat every bite from his seat at the island beside you, before filling you in on what he’d been up to while you were sleeping.

“We have an appointment at five with Ashley’s OB-GYN. Dr Sidhu.” He looked very proud of himself, and you could not hide your expression of shock.

“It’s Tuesday, right?” You looked around. “How did you do that before noon?!”

He grinned and kissed your forehead.

“One of the consequences of being famous that I actually enjoy.”

You swallowed tightly…. oh right….in all of this you had somehow?! Somehow overlooked the fact that you were not just a boy and a girl. He was a golden-globe and academy-award winning actor. You must have paled because he was tucking you into his side.

“What’s terrifying you right now?” He asked gently and you looked up to him.

“I…all I’ve been thinking about is what it means for us personally but you professionally…oh god…” Your eyes widened with horror as you imagined articles on TMZ and other gossip pages, the social media rampages of his fans, all the negative effects this could bring down upon him.

“Stop that at once” He cupped your face and gently moved your head to meet his eyes. “There’s just you and me here…we’re all that matter right now.”

And the little bean, your brain reminded you, but you were not quite ready to voice that at this point. You nodded slowly, taking deep breaths and focusing on the flecks of green and gold that surrounded his pupils.

“Do you feel comfortable talking through some…options right now?” He spoked in hushed tones, as though trying to prevent startling a skittish horse.

“Yeah…Yeah I think we should before we see the doctor I…do you have a note pad?” You cast your eyes about, wanting to be sure to note everything down so you didn’t forget anything.

As he stood and fetched a pad and paper, you found yourself wandering over to the patio doors.

“Can we do this outside? I’ve…been inside for days and…”

He kissed your temple and guided you with a hand between your shoulder blades onto the perfectly appointed patio. You settled beside each other on the outdoor sofa under the shade of the trees.

“So…” He cleared his throat and you swallowed.

“So…” you replied and took a deep breath. “Three choices really…”

“Three?”

You nodded softly. “Birth to keep, birth to adopt or,” you took a deep breath, “abortion.”

“Right. Three.” He nodded and wrote three headings on the notepad.

“So, I think we should make a list a pros and cons beneath each?” You tilted your head, and he divided the page into six columns beneath the headings.

“Keep. Pros.” He stated, pen poised.

You could tell by the unsteadiness of his hand that both of you were putting on brave faces, trying to focus on logic instead of the emotion of the situation.

“Baby?” You offered and he jotted it down.

“Family.” He spoke as he wrote the word down and you felt a smile curl your lips slightly.

After adding a few more pros, you moved onto the cons.

“End of my career in Japan.” You murmured softly and he looked to you completely flabbergasted.

“Over a baby?!” He rasped.

You nodded sadly and chewed on your thumbnail for a moment.

“Even if I wasn’t unmarried – and please for the love of all things holy don’t think I’m asking you to propose over this. Please don’t.” You looked to his eyes and waited until he nodded before proceeding. “Japanese society, particularly when it comes to women involved, even peripherally, in the entertainment industry, expects a woman to leave the workforce to raise her child. It is fairly acceptable to return to work once all her children are in university or working but…given that I am a foreigner, something that is already rare in translation, there is no path forward with birth and my career.”

“Well, fuck, that kind of settles it doesn’t it?” He set down the notepad, looking quite resigned.

“Wait no don’t…it’s…it’s obviously shitty but it doesn’t mean all the options are not worth discussing. I’m pretty sure you have some brutal cons too…” You set your hand on his forearm, squeezing gently.

He looked you to with red-rimmed, glistening eyes and nodded slightly. You leaned up to embrace him tightly, just holding him a moment as he took deep, shaking breaths, clinging to you. He kissed the top of your head and you reached for the notepad.

“Cons for me…” Austin continued barely louder than a whisper, “definitely a scandal, though as far as I can think none of the projects I’m up for would turn me down because of it. My family and friends all know about you…can’t shut up about you…” He spoke with his cheek pressed to the top of your head as you jotted down his points, pausing to lift his hand and press it to your lips at the last statement.

“And honestly…a lot of the cons would be the same for adoption.”

You felt him nod and together you filled in the columns under adopt, both seeming the most hesitant about this one.

“It just feels like…if I’m going to have this tiny human grow inside me, I don’t think I could…give them away?” Your voice was quiet, but you felt him rumble against you in agreement.

“I don’t think I could either…” He agreed.

You swallowed thickly and moved over to the final column, chewing on your lip anxiously as the seven letters stared up at you.

“You keep your career.” He gave you a gentle squeeze and you nodded, noting that down.

“And you avoid a scandal…as long as it doesn’t…get out.”

“Mmm…Ashley trusts Dr. Sidhu, I find myself inclined to, as well. But we’ll see after we meet her in a few hours.”

You nodded and wrote it down ‘no scandal’ a question mark at the end. You then shifted over to the cons column and chewed the end of the pen for a moment.

“Time. It has to be done here, before I go back. To do it in Japan I require your signature and a lot of money…”

You felt him tense and shake his head, but he didn’t add anything vocally, so you noted it down.

“It’s a medical procedure so there’s always some risk.” He offered and you jotted that down.

The pair of you sat there in silence, wind rustling through the fronds of the palm trees in his backyard, rippling across the surface of his pool, until you heaved a deep sigh.

“I truly and firmly believe in a woman’s right to choose I just hoped and prayed that I would never have to make this choice.” You leaned into him, and he held you close as you both retreated into your own thoughts.

“Did you want anything else to eat before we get ready to go?” Austin eventually broke the silence, and you shook your head.

“I’m starting to feel a bit queasy again….I suppose it’s mid morning in Japan so that…might explain…My body is stuck in that time zone.”

“We should buy some stuff to keep you hydrated and your electrolytes balanced when we’re out.”

You nodded quickly.

“I actually might need…more than that. My suitcase is a complete mishmash…I was absolutely not focused when I packed.” You looked up to him sheepishly.

“No problem, we can swing by Target or something on the way home and get you everything you need.”

You lingered outside a while longer before heading inside to get ready, driving to the appointment in his car. No longer in an emotionally overwrought state, you were able to take in the attractive neighbourhood and the fact that you were in Los Angeles was starting to sink in.

Access to the clinic was through an underground parking garage, and everything seemed quiet when you pulled in. The clinic, in fact, looked closed but Austin knocked on the door and a sweet receptionist answered.

“Please, come in.” She smiled warmly and led the two of you back into an exam room and got you to start filling out the intake paperwork.

After Dr. Sidhu arrived and introductions were completed, she started asking questions about your health and situation.

“So, we will definitely do a lab test to confirm everything, and I understand that you are both undecided at this point?” She asked gently, doing a fantastic job of making eye contact despite the volume of notes she was typing into the electronic file.

“Yeah, that’s correct but…I actually live in Tokyo, and I’m flying back next Saturday so we don’t have a lot of time to make the decision…” You gripped Austin’s hand as you spoke, and he nodded.

“My suggestion is that we book the termination procedure for next Monday. That way we don’t miss our window and you would have five days to recover, should that be your decision. If it isn’t, I would like to see you that day regardless so that we can get you started on prenatal regimen. Does that work for you?”

You and Austin looked to one another before nodding to each other, then turning to nod at the doctor simultaneously.

“I also think it’d be best for us to do an ultrasound today just so you have all the facts before you make your decision. I will use a special attachment to insert vaginally, and it will be up to you whether or not you want to see the monitor. Talk it over, I’m going to send in the nurse to get the blood sample and we’ll need some urine as well. Do you have any questions before I step out?”

You shook your head and looked to Austin, seeing he was doing the same. After providing the necessary samples you stripped everything below the waist and slid onto the examine table while Austin waited patiently, looking somewhat helpless in a situation that felt rather akin to your annual check-up.

“What are your thoughts on…seeing the monitor?” You asked softly and held out your hand to him once you were settled.

He quickly moved to your side and laced his fingers with yours, reassuring both of you.

“I’m of two minds? I…want to know everything but it might make the third choice harder?” His voice was hushed, as if he was trying to prevent the little bean from overhearing.

“That’s exactly where I’m at too…” You squeezed his hand gently. “Let’s ask Dr. Sidhu what we’d see if we looked?”

He nodded firmly and looked to the door as the doctor returned, letting her bring in the equipment before posing your question.

“Well, it’s not going to be much more than a gestational sac at this point, based on your timeline. What I’m looking for is…well the fact that it is present, and where it has implanted to be sure it’s not ectopic. That’s about all we will be able to see this early on.”

You looked up to Austin and raised an eyebrow.

“I think, yes?” He ventured and you nodded your agreement before voicing it to Dr. Sidhu.

It was not a comfortable experience, but it was no worse than a speculum. She was able to locate the gestational sac, in a optimal position, and answered the questions that she could – noting the ones it was too early for and the ones that would need follow up.

“So, I will run the labs and give you both a call in two days. Then I will see you Monday, whenever you schedule. The receptionist Becca will take care of that with you. Any last questions before I let you go?”

“Just…thank you.” You smiled softly. “We really appreciate your help.”

She smiled warmly and looked between the two of you.

“You two have a lot to work through, I’m happy to help. We’ll see you Monday.” She patted your knee before heading out.

Austin helped you get dressed fully and booked the Monday appointment with enough time for… for whatever it turned out to be, before the pair of you headed down to the car. Austin opened your door and rather than immediately climbing in, you took the opportunity to hug him tightly.

“I love you.” You murmured, mind whirring with thoughts, and pros and cons, and possibilities. But your feelings for him were the one thing that shone with absolutely clarity through it all.

“I love you, too darling girl” He murmured, holding you tightly.

The trip to Target was fairly uneventful, only a few whispers and less-than-subtle snipe shots with cellphones. You filled in the holes in your wardrobe, and purchased a swimsuit as you had noticed he had a pool. There was a moment where you lingered in front of the maternity wear but moved one once he gently squeezed your shoulders. You also stocked up on morning-sickness supplies.

Over the next few days, you worked together with Austin to explore employment options for you in Los Angeles, and had basically ruled out adoption by the time Dr. Sidhu called on Thursday. Her report was the pregnancy was fully viable and healthy – as much as could be determined at that stage.

When you were hungry, Austin would take you to some of his favourite places to sample local foods. When you were sick, he would hold your hair and pat your face with a cool cloth. You took walks around the neighbourhood and swims in his pool, he showed you his favourite movies. But above all you talked. You speculated and dreamed about what the future would be depending on the decision you would make, and all the while Monday marched ever closer.

You were enjoying a last evening swim, more of a float honestly, when he asked a question you could tell he had been contemplating for quite some time.

“When you asked me…begged me…not to propose…Can I ask why?” He murmured, chin resting on his forearms propped on the edge of your penguin floatie.

You shifted to look at him properly, the plastic squeaking with your movements, because it was a serious question that deserved an answer with eye contact.

“If you ever propose to me, Austin…” You exhaled shakily at the heady thought. “I want it to be from a place of love. Because you want to spend the rest of your life with me. Not because there’s any sense of obligation or duty about it. Because I never ever want to give you cause to resent me…”

You can see him flinch a little at the last part of your statement and your stomach plummets as, despite your attempt to choose your words carefully, you’ve still hurt him.

“I wish you knew I could never resent you…” He whispered.

You frowned and carefully slid off the floatie into the water, wrapping your legs around his waist and cupping his cheeks gently.

“I know you would never ever intend to. I don’t want us to do something we don’t need to, just because they think we should. That would put us on a path to resentment. I’m sorry that I’m not…better at explaining it…I love you very much and it’s not never it’s just not for this reason alone?” You crinkled your nose as it still didn’t seem to suffice, but no further words were necessary as his lips slotted against yours firmly.

What ensued was a frantic coupling against the edge of the pool, with the bottom of your swimsuit pushed aside as his trunks dropped to free his cock to plunge deep inside you. You pressed your cheek tightly to his, fingers digging into his shoulders as you whimpered needily. His own breathy moans and declarations of love caressed your ear. His fingers sought your clit, quick and insistent, coaxing your orgasm to scream towards you at an alarming pace. You dropped your face to smother your startled shout into the crook of his shoulder as you convulsed around him fiercely.

“Fuck!” He barked loudly and you laughed in shock before slamming your mouth over his to swallow the further curses that erupted from him as he came eagerly.

The pair of you paused a moment to catch your breath before making your way upstairs to get ready for, and slide into, bed. Sleep came easily at first, just a whispered thought that only a few days remained before your next appointment echoed through your mind before peaceful nothingness won out. It was not until the darkest hours of the night, some time between midnight and four when it was most common for those fighting for their lives to succumb to the end, that you woke with a racing heart. The darkness of the room felt like it was smothering you, making it impossible to fully inflate your aching lungs.

You threw off the blankets, feeling at once both hot and cold, and padded into the safety of the bathroom. Perhaps it was the cool, flat surfaces of the tile and marble that brought you comfort – they did not feel as though they were sucking and dragging you down like the softness of the bed and the plush carpet. You came to rest with your back against the free-standing tub, knees hugged to your chest, and tried to focus on unclenching your jaw…on taking longer, deeper breaths, on untangling your thoughts to pinpoint the epicenter of your panic attack.

“Oh, little bean…” You whispered shakily, sniffling and wiping at tears spilling from your eyes. “I don’t think I have the courage to do this…” You gulped back a flood of fresh, hot tears.

“It’s a good thing you’re not doing it alone then, darling girl” A groggy voice echoed off the hard surfaces of the bathroom, making you jump violently.

As he gently grasped your shoulders, and his warmth and scent enveloped you, you were at last able to process that you had woken Austin in your panicked flight from the bed and he had come to check on you. He settled onto the floor beside you, and you tucked yourself tightly into his arms, the shaking lessening, the heaving of your chest abating.

“I can’t…Austin I can’t let little bean go I’m…I went and fell in love with them…” You looked up to him apologetically, but at the same time felt a deep and comforting peace seeping through your limbs as you finally acknowledged the intense affection that had been swelling in your heart.

You watched his lips twitch slowly into a smile, watched him fight it to remain serious and focused on you.

“But I’m so scared of what that means…” You whispered, a tremor creeping back into your voice.

His lips pressed to the top of your head and your eyes slid shut at the comfort that gesture bathed you in.

“I’m not going to lie…I am terrified too…But helping you raise little bean will be my greatest honour…”

You didn’t even give him a chance to finish the statement. Didn’t even give yourself a chance to process what it felt like to hear him say the words ‘little bean’. Your lips were pressed tightly to his as you clung to him on the bathroom floor, standing on the precipice of the great unknown. But you knew you would be able to move forward because you had at last made a united decision.

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Postscript: Surprise, surprise, surprise…I couldn’t end it in three…There will be an epilogue! Which is to say I am quite confident none of you are surprised in the least.

[yanderu-deredere]

a/n: here's one of the new boys! i figure i should crank these new boys out before i include them in a few more requests! also omg thank you so so much! idk if it was my pathetic begging but i got so so many requests and ill definitely crank those out too!

warning: gender neutral reader, stalking. cat fishing, phone sex, non-consensual filming

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there's not a lot of places you could meet soren becos he's such a dedicated musician and becos to become his new obession you have to be related to his current one

which brings us to the fact that you have to know him thru his band

of course a lot of these posts are just suggestions of how the yans can meet their darlings but i really truly think that soren would do well with meeting his darling at a meet and greet

meet and greets are where the band sits at a long table and the fans line up to greet each member one on one for a few seconds each, long enough to get a few sentences in, maybe give the member a pre approved present, get something signed, etc

the meet and greets are ofc very tiring and, after a while, the faces get very samey

however, when he sees you, he immediately thinks wow, very cute

its kind of a not-very-well-hidden-secret that soren sometimes sleeps with some of the groupies

it's well hidden enough that only the really really dedicated fans know about it but its like not well hidden enough that the paparazzi sometimes catch him going out with some of them

he's earned kind of a playboy label but like nobody's really put two and two together that they're all just dedicated acatalepsy fans

anyway, when he sees you, he thinks might fuck around and see if he can talk you into sleeping with him loool

but then you open your mouth and then he thinks might fuck around and shee if he can talk you into wearing a ring around that finger, if you know what i mean

"Hi! Sorry, ohmygosh, I'm so happy to see you!" You rush out, giggling in that same drunken way a lot of fans do when they sit down in front of them for the meet and greet.

Soren laughs boyishly, nodding as he takes your album and signs his name "Yeah, I get that a lot. Who should I sign this to?"

You tell him your name and, for some reason, he pairs it with his last name in his head. Sadly, he can't write it down but he does add a cutie in front of it when he scribbles it onto the front of your copy.

"Uhm, I know we only have a few seconds but I just wanted to say that I loved your first album. A lot of fans don't appreciate it to much and, hot take, don't tell the other Asteropos but I feel like the other albums just don't have the same spark as the first two do."

After your little spiel, you sit there, fiddling with your fingers so cutely and all Soren could do was stare at you. Instead of shutting up, you continued, too nervous to do anything else.

"I mean, the meaning to the lyrics were just so profound in the first two albums and the thematic tie ins were so satisfying but I feel like the newer albums, you're just making coincidences to make coincidences, and they're not really to do anything and-- I don't know. I just-- miss the old Soleil, I guess."

Then, as if sick of how much you were embarrassing yourself, you squeaked out a small apology, touched his hand (which was absolutely electrifying, grabbed your album and then moved on to the next member.

Soren had never been so in love in his entire life.

its very much the case of 'nobody's ever punched me before in my entire life and now im in love with you' trope but it's like nobody's ever been so like nice but critical of him?

like it's the price of being popular i guess? but everyone either really loves him so he can do no wrong or really hates him so everything he does is wrong

but you are such a sweet and nice middle that it feels so nice and pleasant! like constructive critisism?? and you're not being paid to give it to him? why? you care about him? oh myog od?

its because you love him. the two of you are meant to be!!

he already has your information from where you bought the tickets! they had to take your credit card information (which included your billing address) and your phone number

he'll try to use the band as much as he can to get as close to you as possible!

maybe your ticket to the concert was used in a raffle and you won! now you get to spend a whole day with him doing whatever the two of you want!

he'll show you around the studio, the two of you can talk about whatever the two of you want, you can do whatever

he'll flirt with you as much as possible lmaooo but what he wants from you is more than what he's ever wanted from any of the fan fuck buddies he's ever had before

The office chair the two of you sat on creaked under your shared weight and the sound snapped you a little bit out of your arousal. You were, after all, in the room he used to write songs and brainstorm ideas.

It felt a little blasphemous to fuck there.

"Are you sure this is okay?" You stuttered out, looking nervous and unsure, even as your hips ground down into his.

He just laughed, bright and sweet as his large palms pressed into your skin, one of hands pushing into your shirt, trying to undress you, while his other hand cupped your thigh, pulling your legs apart.

"Darling, if I don't have you right now, I think I'll go crazy." He muttered against your ear, that melodic voice you were so used to hearing singing such innocent songs now uttering much dirtier words.

It made a shiver go down your spine.

You quickly nodded, agreeing, your fingers tangling into his locks when his lips latched onto your neck, teeth marking their way down to your clavicles.

he wants you to belong to him wholly and completely so you can take care of him and give him compliments and constructive criticism and so you can inspire him!

neway if you think he's just a one night stand, he'll show you a one night stand!

lol but seriously though, he won't let you get away after one night. you're his eternally

he might fuck around and make a fake fan account and get to know you that way too becos of course he would

he kind of has all the money in the world so he doesn't care what he has to do to make you his, he'll do it

might even fuck around and pay someone to put cameras where you live cus like he cant go around skulking in your neighborhood but if he puts cameras there, he won't have to!

but yeah, definitely a pain in the ass lmao and like he's socially adept enough that he knows how to hide his obsessive tendencies well so that you don't really see them

to you, it'll feel like you met the popstar of your dreams and he fell in love with you after spending a day with you (which you won through a raffle you were entered into?) and now the two of you are dating? weird

Soren held his phone in between his ear and his shoulder, his hands unbuttoning his uncomfortable jeans "I'm sorry I can't be with you, baby. You know I hate travelling but I have to."

You nodded, pout playing across your face, your knees pulled to your chest and your cheek pressed to your knee. You were sat against the headboard of Soren's expensive California king sized bed, feeling lonely and small. All he could hear was your sigh.

He could see everything though.

After all, he had a camera pointed right at you and it was streaming right into his laptop camera. He really was telling the truth when he said he wanted nothing else than to be with you and, if you said the magic words, he'd quit and be with you all the time.

However, there he was, in Australia. And there you were, all by your lonesome.

"Why don't you do something for me, hmmm, baby?" Soren palmed himself, not quite fishing his cock out of his underwear quite yet "Something to help you feel less lonely?"

When you hummed in agreement, he continued "Why don't you go lay down on my bed and take off all of your clothes and maybe play with yourself while we talk on the phone?"

He definitely heard your breath hitch.

"I'll talk you through it." He reassured you, his dick already chubbing at the thought of watching you hanging onto his every word, following his every command "And I want to listen to you cum over and over."

"Cus you're mine right, baby? You're mine, even if I'm millions of miles away, right?"

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1132: Cuddly Date Night (King of Fighters)

9:45 p.m. at Yabuki's Residence's Living Room........

Leona: Unbelievable~ (Cuddling Under a Blanket With Shingo on the Loving Room's Sofa While Smirking Seductive at Him) Cuddling with the Colonel's daughter at the comforts of your own home?~ (Starts Snuggling Up on Him) How very scandalous of you indeed!~

Shingo: (Chuckles Lightly and Ticklishly by his Girlfriend's Snuggles) Easy for you to say!~ Snuggling up with your cute boyfriend in his own home is a pretty rebellious move on your end, ma'am~

Leona: (Raises an Eyebrow While her Smirk Starts Getting a Little More Wider) You're cute you say?~

Shingo: (Eyes Begins to Widened at the Realization of What He Just Said) Cute? H-Handsome! Handsome. W-What I meant to say that you're snuggling up with handsome, cute- Ah dang it! (Starts Pouting a Little While Twiddling his Fingers) Can we start over? I messed up on a few lines......

Leona: (Giggles Softly) Shingo!~ There's nothing wrong with being labeled as "cute". It's one of many traits I love about you~

Shingo: ('Sigh') I know, but I wanted to sound more cool and rebellious like you did a second ago.

Leona: Well, I'm flattered you think highly of me amd performance~ (Smiles Sheepishly) Though, to be honest, I don't think I have what it takes be an actual rebel.....

Shingo: Same. I'm too chicken to cause trouble on purpose for the life of me....

Leona: (Shrugs) It's seems we're both too pure for this troublesome world I suppose.

Shingo: I don't mind the sound of that. As long as we're in this together.

Leona: (Smiles Softly) Of course~

Shingo: (Gives his Girlfriend a Kiss on The Lips Before Sighing in a Relaxed Manner) I'm so glad I have the day off tomorrow......

Leona: (Frowns a Bit in Worry) I take it your day at work today was stressful this time around.

Shingo: ('Sighs a Bit Heavily') Yeah....Something like that. Rude customers constantly rushing us to get their orders done, I had to break up a fist fight shortly after while having a cup of coffee thrown at my face.

Leona: Oh no. Was it hot and scolding?

Shingo: No, it wasn't fortunately, but it wasn't any less annoying that's for sure. Then after that, some big guy with glasses starts barging into the shop, and rather than order his drink like any sane person here, he instead starts going around demanding us to bring Athena out and give him a Psycho Ball across the face!

Leona: (Genuinely Couldn't Believe What She's Hearing Right Now) Why....couldn't he asked for an autograph instead? That would've clearly been more safer.

Shingo: THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING!! But when i tried to tell him that and Athena's busy at the moment, he started yelling at me about how I'm just some common slave worker who doesn't deserve to breathe the same air as her, let alone be associated with her establishment to begin with!

Leona: (Forms a Darken Glare on her Face) You don't say......

Shingo: (Quickly Calms Leona Down) N-N-Now hold on, Leona-san! There's no need for you to worry! Really!

Leona: (Slowly Calms Herself Down) Are you sure?

Shingo: Positive! I mean, sure, what he said was upsetting and it almost made me wanna punch the guy, but lucky for him, Malin and Hinako were able to kick him out before another fight happened. 'Thena even went out of her way to make caramel tea to help calm my nerves before it was finally time for me to clock out for the day.

Leona: ('Sighs in Relief') That's good to hear. I'm happy we have to day to ourselves tomorrow.

Shingo: You're off too, Leona-san?

Leona: (Simply Nodded) That's right. Father insisted I take the a day or two off to a change.....(Smiles Softly) And luckily for you, I'm more than willing to spend every moment of with you, darling~ (Starts Snuggling Up on Shingo Some More)

Shingo: (Smiles Back While Blushing) Yeah~ How was your day, Leona-san? I hope it wasn't as bad as mines.

Leona: (Giggles Softly) Don't worry, it wasn't. It went a lot better than I expected it would go actually.

Shingo: Nice! Did anything exciting?

Leona: Not really? I was tasked to train and instruct some of the new recruits in the lower ranks while Ralf and Clark were away to their mission.

Shingo: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) You did? That's so cool! What did you taught them?

Leona: Only the basics: How to prepare themselves in the battlefield, how to aim and shoot at the target precisely, how to blend in with their surroundings without begin seen by the enemy, and so fourth.

Shingo: Were you nervous?

Leona: A little, but it didn't take too long for me to work up the courage to the take the lead fortunately. It also helps that the recruits were all cooperative throughout the whole ordeal.

Shingo: That's good. Does it feel like something you wanna do again sometime in the near future?

Leona: I suppose, but only when I'm ordered to do so again. I don't think I have the capabilites become a full fledged leader just yet.

Shingo: That's understandable. Leadership takes a lot of work from what I've heard.

Leona: You've heard right. It takes years of building trust and forming a strong connection with your fellow comrades into becoming one. Both qualities I must learn if I were to ever lead again.

Shingo: (Gives Leona a Reassuring Smile on his Face) Don't be afraid to give it your all. I know you'll become a great leader one of these days.

Leona: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness) And I know you'll become even more a stronger fighter than you are now. Which is why we are going to the gym and train first thing tomorrow morning.

Shingo: (Eyes Widened Again) On our day off!?

Leona: (Gives Shingo a Stern, Yet Cute Looking Pout on her Face) Don't act suprise, mister. You know as well as I do that we've been falling behind in our training sessions as of late, thanks to our work schedules.

Shingo: ('Sigh') True. And I have been wanting to try out a few new moves I've came up recently.....Can we go to gym at 10am instead at least?

Leona: I suppose we can do that. But ONLY if you give me more of your loving for the reminder of the night. That's am order

Shingo: (Chuckles Lightly) Yes, ma'am~ (Starts Kissing on Leona's Cheeks)

Leona: (Giggles Ticklishly by her Boyfriend's Kisses) Shingo-Kun, you adorable dummy! Slow down a bit, will ya?~

Shingo: (Stops Kissing Leona For a Second Before Chuckling Some More) What?~ You said it was an order.

Leona: (Starts Calming Herself Down From all the Giggling) I did, I did. But you haven't given me the time to prepare myself yet.

Shingo: Right. Sorry about that. Take as much time as you need, 'hon.

Leona: Thank you. (Takes a Deep Breath Before Smiling Brightly Again) Okay! Now I'm ready~

Shingo: One kissing session coming right up!~

And so Shingo resumes back to kissing Leona on the cheeks, causing her giggle amd smiling even more ticklishly than she did originally under his embrace as the movie they were previously watching, continues to play the whole time.

@tampire

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@albion-93

@theweebmaster31

@thelexhex

[mood-report]

Market Comment

A long while back, I overheard a trader say that markets have become nothing more than liquidity gauges.

That's what inspires me about this provocative chart of US 10-year yields courtesy of Peter Goodburn, Managing Director of WaveTrack International GmbH.

It brings into context some aberrant market action over the last several days that may presage something lurking below the surface of the pool.

WTI tracks thousands of instruments across the global financial markets -- that's thousands of snapshots of liquidity, where it's flowing and how.

With equity traders intoxicated with visions of rate cuts dancing in their heads, WTI's chart of US 10-yr yields suggests the current decline in yields could be misinterpreted, as in as c'mon in boys, the water's fine.

What is dancing in my head is the effect a rate surprise might have on equities and crypto, two darlings of late. Neither one feels right.

Bitcoin, while benefitting from a possibly too-much-anticipated ETF and institutional boom, has morphed from having a 90% correlation to tech stocks during the 2020-2021 rally to currently having an 88% correlation to bonds and the US dollar.

It must be noted that correlations can swing wildly and quit suddenly. Yet if yields head to new highs, bitcoin's all-clear-for-risk-on rally may be in jeopardy. (Note its recent 4-day 10% correction coinciding with US Senator Warren's Crypto "crackdown" bill gaining momentum.)

Perhaps that's why yesterday saw the "Magnificent 7" tech stocks suddenly drop $200 billion in market cap. Yes, it could have been due to the NDX special rebalancing announcement, or even better, a broadening of the tech rally into more value names.

But regardless, where there's smoke there is usually fire.

Interestingly, the US dollar is higher since late November and bond yields rose for a third consecutive day yesterday.

Are some market participants slowly sniffing out the implications of the chart above?

Simply put, I feel that bitcoin and "Mag 7" are about to get sucker punched...by Elliott "B-waves."

Mood Report has shown the SPX B-wave count since April of 2023, also flagging both the 4662.85 gap and 4685.92 90% level (allowing for a possible Elliott "flat" retracement).

My thesis here is if yields rally per WTI's chart, both bitcoin and equities could top together in twin B-waves.

Both could still head higher. SPX could even head higher to a 127% Fib extension target at 5179.57. Bitcoin's 61.8% retracement level is 48,547 per the above chart. (Note the Elliott labels are for simplicity only and do not conform to proper Elliott nomenclature.)

Perhaps yesterday's action was nothing more than a foreshadowing of what could happen if rates do surprise.

With both spigots of liquidity -- fiscal & monetary -- having flooded the economy, it seems sophomoric to expect the Fed to lower rates for any reason other than a calamity.

Perhaps a calamity would be the "Mag 7" stocks losing a few trillion in market cap.

Finally, today being a New Moon (6:32pm NY time), I will be on the lookout for the possibility of a new market direction.

Lest I be perceived as nuts for mentioning the moon, please note the RBS moon trading study which was backtested to 1928 and showed an astonishing edge.

Many thanks to WaveTrack International (WTI) for permission to publish their 10-yr yield chart.

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Part 1 should be ready in a few weeks. Highly recommended.

I have received no compensation for my comments.

[p4nishers]

i need content of codywan that just started working together like the first few months where their dynamic is cody barely resisting the urge to strangle his general and obi wan being like. already fucking head over heels for him.

like cody was expecting someone highly impressive based on his records so he obviously is excited to work with him cause his batchmates already met him on kamino and genosis and they all liked him which was, looking back, probably a prank on codys sanity and his bastard gremlin vode were absulately dying laughing at him. anyway so he obviously has high expectations and then this slutty "hello there" mf turns up with no self-preservation whatsoever, a feral demon child of a padawan, half the republic tailing him for every bullshit imaginable and beef with EVERY SINGLE SITH EVER???? WHICH HE SOLVES BY ???? FUCKING FLIRTING WITH THEM????? so you can imagine codys not having a great time.

meanwhile, obi wan daydreams about cody constantly. draws up their wedding invitations before even meeting him. praises him every opportunity he gets. kicks his feet and giggles about codys sarcastic comments ABOUT HIM while being in a room with CODY. stops talking in the middle of his sentence when he spots cody across the room and waves at him with the biggest smile possible. sets up regular sparring practices with the vode just so he MIGHT have an opportunity to be close to cody. labels the time when cody accidentally fell on him because of an explosion and touched his lips for 0.00001 milliseconds as their first kiss and gossips about it to quinlan. calls bant regularly to update her on everything cody does ever. buys every kind of tea and caf he can afford as an excuse to talk to cody and go into his courters. flirts with cody 24/7 and blushes tomato red when cody smirks at him and thinks about it so much he constantly walks into walls and tables and chairs and shinies and. breaks a table after cody stubs his toe into it. passes the fuck out when cody carries him this one (1) time, not bc of blood loss or anything simply too much attraction. constantly searches the force for codys signature even when they're not in the same system. calls him disgustingly sappy petnames in every other sentence. corners all of codys batchmates and asks thousands of questions about cody bc he cannot get them out of the man for the life of him and yes, wolffe, he absulately will die without knowing codys favorite color what kind of question is that. cody smiles once a month and obi wan thanks him everytime. cody hands him back his lightsaber for the first time and he proposes, loudly, cody ignores him completely and walks away. convinces anakin and ahsoka to drop "subtle" hints that he would be a good husband.

and everyone around them is having the time of their life watching codys right eye twitch whenever he's in a room with kenobi long enough while the man himself doesn't take his eyes off the commander during the entire 4 hour meeting and blushes everytime cody looks at him without a fail. cody barely refrains from throwing his datapad at his general when he suggests some self-sacrificing bullshit again.

it's truly like:

obi wan, beaming and eyes possibly gleaming with adoration: hello there, cody. how are you today?

cody, grinding his teeth together: fine, sir. wanted to talk to you about this report cause it's seems to be mistaken. surely, you're not thinking of blowing yourself up just so that TWO man, who are not even in any immediate danger whatsoever, can escape. right?

obi wan, brightening even further bc he loves their daily "banter": oh but of course, my dear, they're valuable men and anyway, i promised anakin he'd get to use the explosives this time.

cody, right eye starting to twitch horribly: right, of course, stupid of me to ask. one more thing, general, you wouldn't decommission me for anything i do, would you, sir ?

obi wan: what– darling, of course not. why would you–

cody: alright then [punches obi wan then walks away]

obi wan:

obi wan: i'm so in love with that man.

it's said that to this day obi wan still giggles in the most inappropriate times about that punch because cody was SO HANDSOME YOU DONT GET IT MACE THE LIGHT HIT HIM JUST RIGHT AND–

anyway codys hatred lasts till obi wan saves rex by putting himself in danger and when they get back, both bruised and bloody but amazingly alive and obi wan smiles at him like he always does with rex draped across his scarred shoulder, something in cody just settles and thinks. oh. oh. so this is what bly was talking about.

[pianocat939]

Ok but Yandere turtles HCs with a reader who calls everyone hun , sweetie , love (just pet names ) love to see what you come up with 🐢

Considering the situation, this is going to be romantic

I have never heard of anyone who uses hun in my life. Like ever.

🐢 Anon I think...I kinda guess when I see the different emojis (when they're not like hearts or faces ofc)

Tw: Implied arson, mention of dead bodies, implied murder, guilt-tripping,

Yandere Turtles with MC who Calls Everybody Pet Names

✦Raph✦

Loves it but also hates it

It makes him feel special, but he heavily, heavily dislikes it when you use it for someone else.

Doesn't he have a higher priority compared to others? Isn't he your special boy?

Pouts and whines for you to only call him such names. You better listen to him because he will start punching people.

If you do designate the names for him, he's nuzzling your head, his long ass tail is wrapped around your ankle, and is just so happy.

If you don't do so, however, he'll keep hurting people so I suggest you end it quickly if you don't wanna see a dead body in one of the sewers' tunnels.

Likes traditional names like sweetie and darling.

*you call him a pet name* "Can we cuddle? Hm? Oh right, enemies."

✦Leo✦

Honestly, I don't think he would take it to heart at first. But over on it annoys him.

He would call you back with a certain name. He tries to make it like an only 'you two' type of thing so that it psychologically tricks you into developing a name for him too.

If it's successful: he's smirking, moving an eyebrow muscle, all that cockiness.

If it doesn't work, he's guilt-tripping. He makes you pity him so that you stop calling everybody else the labels and reserves them for himself instead.

I feel he would really love the fairytale names like prince or knight.

"Am I not special to you? I thought those names were only for the two of us..."

✦Princess Diana✦

Actually, I think he would be disgusted.

But! If you do it in a praiseful way he's going to be soaring over to Antarctica.

Honestly doesn't mind too much the fact you use it in daily conversation.

Maybe keep a name or two just for him and he'll be happy.

He's a drama queen at times (we love it) so for a rare moment, he might grab your hand or give you a hug. Oh and don't forget the leg stims.

He reacts the most normally of the four, considering his already lucidness and inexpressiveness to certain things.

Enjoys names that are nouns, ex. Genius or Scientist.

"Ooh call me that again! It brings such joy to my nonexistent ears!"

✦Mimi✦

Feeds into his delusions.

Only such a kind person would call everybody those names. He doesn't mind your trait at all, since he believes you can do no wrong.

If you gave him a specific name for him, however...He's going to go crazy for it. He'll claim it as his completely and if you call anybody else the name he's going to get rid of them somehow (time to get the gas and lighter again).

He reacts a similar way Raph does overall (for the specified name at least).

Loves any name you give him, but does prefer more cutesy ones.

*Fire burning in the background* "Now only I can be called 'honey'! It's not like you weren't worthy of them anyway~"

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The amount of chaos I hold in my hands is concerning...But this blog was never calm in the first place anyway!

- Celina

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Hi! I’m the one that sent in the request! Make it your own! Write it however you want!

Alrighty then, Anon! Thanks for your understanding, and for requesting this, here you go! Also, thank you so much for your patience while I worked on this, this is one of the longer things I've written and I know you requested it months ago, so I'm really happy to finally have it finished!

Orignal request:

"I had a request for a fic please!

Deadpool and Spider-man team up to save reader who was kidnapped and is being tortured by the place that tortured Wade and they have to save reader before it’s too late. (heavy whump and torture please)

Spider-man/Reader story. Deadpool’s sibling or bestie (give them both strong motive to save reader)"

Now for a disclaimer- I do not know much about the character Ajax so I cannot guarantee his personality is completely accurate here. This story is long, so I’m putting it under the cut!

“Y/N, darling!” Wade threw open the door to Y/N’s room, “it’s time for game night!”

Wade scanned the room for Y/N, but she was nowhere to be found.

“Hiding are we?” Wade said, putting his hands on his hips, “you can’t hide forever, Freeze-Pop, there’s no getting out of game night!”

Wade began to search the room. He checked under the bed, behind the desk, and in the closet. Still, there was no sign of Y/N.

“Spidey,” Wade called, “is Y/N with you?”

“Is she not in her room?” Peter called back.

“Well obviously if I’m in her room and I’m asking you where she is- of course she’s not in her room, Parker!”

Wade heard Peter’s footsteps get closer until the wall-crawler was standing right in front of him. He pushed past Wade and entered Y/N’s room. He looked in all the places that Wade had searched, then turned back to him.

“I’ll call her,” Peter finally said, “that’ll be faster.”

Wade looked over Peter’s shoulder as he swiped through his contacts until he got to the contact labeled “Y/N” with a heart next to her name. He put the phone to his ear and the pair waited for what seemed like an agonizing amount of time.

“Hey, this is Y/N,” Y/N’s voice echoed, “I’m not available at the moment, leave a message.”

Wade and Peter both exchanged worried looks. It wasn’t like Y/N to not answer her phone for Peter. Wade, sure, she’d let him go to voice mail all the time, but not Peter.

“Something’s not right,” Peter said.

“Ya think?” Wade replied, “we gotta find that little icicle fast. When was the last time you saw her?”

“I, um,” Peter started.

“Now is not the time for you to keep your little spider secrets, Parker!” Wade shouted, “when was the last time you saw Y/N?”

“last night,” Peter mumbled, a blush creeping into his cheeks,“she was having trouble sleeping, so I stayed with her until she did fall asleep.”

“And you haven’t seen her at all today?”

“Well, no, I’ve been on patrol,” Peter said.

Wade put his head in his hands.

“Parker, Parker, Parker,” Wade sighed, “you’re hopeless. Alright, let’s check the security footage. She’s probably been abducted or something.”

Peter followed Wade into the surveillance room, where Wade busied himself with punching in a keycode to pull up security footage from the previous night.

“What makes you think she’s been abducted?” Peter asked nervously.

“Well, this story is written by a writer who specializes in hurt/comfort tropes, so it only makes sense that something horrible has happened to her,” Wade replied.

“Say what?” Peter asked.

“Never mind,” Wade said, “here’s the security footage.”

The footage Wade had pulled up showed Y/N sleeping peacefully for several minutes, until her window opened slowly and a few strangers wearing masks crawled inside. One of them pulled out a syringe and injected it into Y/N’s neck. Y/N seemed to wake up, but the stranger quickly put a hand over her mouth until she fell back into a forced sleep. One of the strangers swept her up into a bridal carry and carried her out the window. The rest of the footage showed Y/N’s empty room.

“So, she has been taken,” Peter said, his hands balled into fists.

“I recognize the symbols they were wearing,” Wade said, “those are Ajax’s men.”

…

Y/N stirred on something soft. She opened her eyes to bright lights overhead. She squinted at the light and went to put her hand over her eyes but found that she couldn’t move it. In fact, she found that she couldn’t move anything at all. There were metal restraints clamped tightly across her entire body. Not an inch of her was free.

“Subject is waking up,” a voice said.

Y/N turned her head weakly and saw a group of scientists staring at her and holding clipboards. The scientists moved aside to allow a man in a black suit to walk through.

“Hello, Y/N,” the stranger said, “welcome to my base. My name is Ajax, I’m going to be taking care of you during your stay.”

Ajax? Y/N had heard Wade mention him a couple of times, and he never had anything good to say about him.

“We’re going to start by running some tests,” Ajax continued, “see the extent of your cryogenic abilities.”

One of the scientists stepped forward with a syringe in hand. Another scientist pulled Y/N’s sleeve up and wiped the inside of her elbow with an alcohol pad.

“N-no,” Y/N said, trying and failing to free herself from the restraints, “you can’t do this, you- gah!”

The scientist had injected the contents of the syringe into her system. A slight burning sensation began to spread throughout Y/N’s body, steadily growing more intense until Y/N was screaming and thrashing on the padded table. Ice spewed out of her from all directions, causing some of the scientists to jump back and others to get hit with ice. Ajax nimbly dodged the ice beams and stepped closer.

“Interesting,” he said, “your powers seem to enhance themselves through pain. We’ll have to explore this further.”

“W-why?” Y/N asked, tears streaming down her face.

Ajax took a clipboard from one of the scientists and wrote something on it before handing it back to them. He looked down at Y/N.

“Let’s just say someone you know has wronged me, and this is my way of getting justice.”

Ajax pulled out his phone. He nodded to the scientists.

“Continue your experiments,” he ordered, “don’t mind me.”

One of the scientists injected Y/N with another dose of whatever she had been given. She screamed as the burning became unbearable, and little beads of cold sweat formed on her forehead. Y/N didn’t even notice that Ajax was now recording her. White hot pain seared throughout her body. She prayed she would faint soon.

…

Spider-Man and Deadpool stepped off of the Quinjet and into one of the many forests of Canada.

“I still don’t like how you stole that jet from the Avengers,” he said.

“Look, Spidey, the Avengers are super busy doing their thing with HYDRA right now, and if they knew about Y/N’s situation, they would be more than happy to lend us the jet.” Deadpool countered.

At that moment, Deadpool’s phone vibrated in his pocket.

“Huh, amazing that we get signal out here,” he remarked, pulling out his phone.

Spider-Man leaned over to look at Deadpool’s screen. A video message had popped up; Deadpool clicked on it and someone Spider-Man didn’t recognize appeared on the screen.

“Hello, Wade,” the stranger said, “haven’t heard from you in a while, did you forget about me?”

“Ajax,” Deadpool bit out.

“I haven’t forgotten about you,” Ajax continued, “in fact, I’ve been wracking my brain for a way to exact my revenge for some time, and who do I find but a little ice girl you’ve been spending time with.”

The camera panned to Y/N, who was screaming on an exam table.

“At first, I just took her to get back at you,” Ajax said, “but after seeing what she can do, I think I’m gonna keep her. Who knows, maybe I’ll have a new Weapon X.”

At that, the video message ended. Spider-Man looked at Deadpool, whose hand was curled into a tight fist. The phone screen started to crack with how hard Deadpool was gripping it. He pocketed the phone and turned to Spider-Man.

“The facility is this way,” Deadpool said, pointing to a grey building, “let’s go get that son of a-”

… some time later …

Deadpool and Spider-Man approached the entrance to the facility.

“They’ll be expecting me,” Deadpool said, “but they might not be expecting you, which will make them easier to k-word.”

“K-word!?” Spider-Man asked, “Wade, we can’t kill them! The rule-”

“Spidey, I recognize that you have a no-k-word rule, but given that it’s a stupid no-k-word rule, I’ve elected to ignore it,” Deadpool said, unsheathing one of his katanas.

“What!?”

“It’s an Avengers MCU reference-”

“We can’t kill them,” Spider-Man repeated, “those men might have families-”

“So did the Nazis, but that didn’t stop Cap from unaliving them,” Deadpool pointed out, unsheathing his other katana and stepping inside.

“Please,” Spider-Man asked, following him, “if Y/N finds out you killed people because of her, she’ll feel so guilty and she won’t want to talk to you anymore!”

Deadpool stopped in his tracks. He sighed loudly and dramatically.

“Fine… fine.. fine!” Deadpool conceded, “no k-wording. But I’m definitely sending some of these guys to the hospital.”

Spider-Man sighed. That was better than killing them, he supposed.

Deadpool and Spider-Man made their way to the experimentation lab, taking out a few guards in the process. Spider-Man tried to knock them out or web them up as swiftly as possible; Deadpool, on the other hand…

“AAAAAAAGH!” the guard screamed.

“That’ll teach you to touch what doesn’t belong to you!” Deadpool seethed, yanking his katana out of the guard’s shoulder.

Spider-Man kicked the door to the lab down, and he and Deadpool stepped inside. In the center of the lab was a plush exam table, and lying on top of it, covered in harsh metal restraints, was Y/N. Spider-Man and Deadpool ran to her side. She was completely unconscious.

“Hey, Freeze-Pop, wake up,” Deadpool said, gently slapping her.

Y/N’s eyes flew open. She looked around the room wildly until her eyes landed on her friends.

“Peter?” she asked groggily, “Wade?”

“Yeah, it’s us,” Spider-Man said, “we’re gonna get you out of here.”

“You’ll do no such thing.”

Deadpool and Spider-Man whipped around to see Ajax charging his power. Two flames appeared in his hands.

“Ajax,” Spider-Man growled.

“Take care of Y/N,” Deadpool said, stepping in front of Spider-Man, “Francis is mine.”

“Wait… his name is Francis?” Spider-Man asked.

“I’ve told you never to call me Francis, Wilson!”

Ajax sent two flames hurtling toward the group. Deadpool shielded everyone with his body while Spider-Man tore off the restraints pinning Y/N to the table. Deadpool lunged, katanas in hand, while Spider-Man lifted Y/N in a bridal carry.

“Ready to get out of here?” Spider-Man asked.

Y/N nodded weakly. She watched as the facility walls went by in a blur, and suddenly she was outside in a forest. Spider-Man carried her up to the Quinjet, which was cloaked, and laid her down on a bench.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Everything burns,” Y/N admitted, “I wanna go home.”

“We’re gonna get you home, I promise,” Spider-Man said.

Spider-Man reached over Y/N and pulled a labeled syringe out of an overhead compartment.

“What is that?” Y/N asked, tensing.

“It’s a painkiller,” Spider-Man explained, “it’ll help with the burning sensation.”

“N-no,” Y/N said, shaking her head weakly, “no more needles, please-”

“Y/N, this is the only way I know how to help,” Spider-Man reasoned.

“No!” Y/N was beginning to cry now, “please no!”

Spider-Man’s heart broke at the sound of Y/N’s cries. She needed the medicine, but he couldn’t bear to traumatize her anymore. He wracked his brain for a solution. His lenses widened as an idea came to his head. Slowly, he lifted up his mask past his mouth.

“Y/N,” he said gently, “look at me, please.”

Y/N sniffled and looked up at Spider-Man. He leaned down and, very gently, pressed his lips against hers. Y/N’s eyes widened, then fluttered closed. Spider-Man discreetly brought the syringe down into her shoulder and injected the contents into her system. A few moments later, he pulled away.

“There,” he said, “try to rest. Wade will be back soon and then we can-”

The sound of footsteps clanging on the Quinjet ramp alerted Spider-Man and Y/N. Deadpool stood before them, and he was covered in blood.

“Spidey,” he said, panting, “I may have broken the no k-word rule.”

…

Epilogue

Y/N snuggled in closer to Peter on the couch as Wade entered the room, with a bowl of ice cream in hand.

“One bowl of ice cream for the resident ice queen!” he said, handing the bowl to Y/N.

“Thanks, Wade,” Y/N said sleepily.

“Seriously?” Wade asked incredulously, “you’re falling asleep already? It’s only six p.m.!”

“Give her a break, Wade,” Peter said, “she’s been through a lot; she’s not gonna recover in two days.”

Y/N started slowly eating her ice cream. It was her favorite flavor, and it felt so good going down her throat. There was still a bit of residual burning pain, but nothing like what it had been a couple days ago, especially since Wade and Peter had her on painkillers around the clock.

“I love you guys,” she said, closing her eyes.

Peter chuckled and caught the bowl of ice cream before it could slide out of Y/N’s weakening grip.

“We love you too, Y/N,” he said, planting a kiss on her forehead.

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tags: @mythixmagic @infinityshadows @fishtale88 @valiantphantomangel @thelazywitchphotographer @the-beasts-have-arrived @hdxhart

[honeybeewhereartthee]

Darling Dolls AU: Lost, Classmate, haunted and Blue star

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Your family might grow in size but somehow your worries too. You thought while gazing at the for sale poster in the newspaper. About a very cheap house and lot.

A very sus sale. It's probably a haunted house. You thought about living in it. Since you have tatsumi with you, he could probably exorcist the place up, or just welcome the ghost living with you as roommates.

Since you already encounter things like darling dolls that seems out of fantasy, might as well drive into supernatural and horror genre.

You put down the newspaper that your holding and stared at the park. You look at the happy children running around and parents chatting about gossip of the week, then to a red haired teen who is walking mindlessly in circle as if not knowing where to go or is at lost.

You don't know why but he reminded you of someone, as you watch the lost red haired teen for a while, you suddenly made an eye contact with glaring predator like blue eyes of the stranger. He seems to discover your watching him for a while.

"..." You raise your hand to wave, to show your not awkward to other human being and not just a doll thing. His alarm gaze went down as a smile pasted on his face as he wave as you with both hand. "Hellooo!!" He greeted with a wide grin.

"Hihi!!!" You discovered that he seems to be a fun stranger and wave back with more energy. " Can I help you?" You ask as you already notice him being lost for a while. " Oooh--?? You wanna help a stranger ? " His already in front of you before you can say more. He hold both your hands with sparkling eyes.

"no one seems to want to help me in this city... Happy to know there's good on this world! Thank you very much in advance!!" He shakes your hands up and down with hyper energy to the max level.

"I mean, if I can. I would! The names MC!" You shake his hand the same energy his giving you. "MC? Nice to meet you MC! My name is Hiiro Amagi! You can call me hiiro and let's be friends!!" He introduced himself which made you froze in shock.

Ah that's why he look familiar. His rinrin younger brother.' you thought as you stare at the teen. Somehow that bet game of RinRin so excited about went to your mind.

It seems his gonna lost since it's 3-2 now. Through it won't be since I won't force the person to come home with me just to entertain rinne gambling addiction.

"-MC? You been daze? Could it be you don't want to be my friend? People in the city don't seems to like being friends in the first meeting.

But you seems very warm and kind person! I really wanna be your friend!" Hiiro snap you out of your thoughts which made you smile hopelessly as your label as a good person again when you sure you aren't and far from one.

" I wanna be hiiro friend too! So what do you want me to assist you with?" You then went to the main topic, hiiro then told you he want to go an agency for idols since he and his other friend want to be one.

But he don't know where to go. His friend cant go with him today because of some situation to lead him to the agency.

You know he meant ES, you happily guide him where it is, along the way you ask him why he want to go there.

"I wanna be an idol, so I can destroy all idols! And bring my brother home!" He loudly says In front of ES building, other staff stared at your direction and some idols did so too.

You suddenly don't want to bring him to his older brother, he sound like his gonna punch rinne the moment he sees him.

"Thank you very much~~ till then MC!" Hiiro waved you good bye as he run inside the agency. You stared at his back worriedly.

Your worried about hiiro interview would turn out well or not. As you stood in the view, you suddenly spot someone familiar who's about to enter the building.

"KANA~~!!" You called out to the classmate of yours from your previous school in elementary. You run to the person who don't seems to hear you calling out for him.

"Oi! Oi! Kana! You really ignoring me?!" You reach out to the person but stop when you bump to his back as 'kana' stop walking, at that very moment you know this is not kana. But a doll. Since you already have previous experience what doll felt like. You already know base on just contact.

"...oh. your aren't kana." You look up as you meet a familiar face similar to that classmate of yours but the difference is that kana is human. This person isn't. "Hmm? Are you perhaps calling out to HiMERU?"

"...ah... Sorry. I mistaken you for kana." You talk in a tone where only the of you can hear. "...could it be your someone HiMERU know before? Since you know HiMERU name."

"I thought your my classmate kaname tojou." You mumble as you stare at the second doll you saw today. You wonder why a doll pretending to be someone else. But it's none of your business.

"...oh it's HiMERU previous classmate. Hello, HiMERU greets you." He suddenly have a warm smile, which made you think your testing bad water at that moment.

"...ah. can I whisper a secret?" You thought about the place, you probably can't say that out loud. "Hm? HiMERU is fine with it." He lean in to listen to what you wanted to say.

"You aren't kaname tojou, arent you? You aren't human either." You whisper to his ear. Which made him widen his eyes before he back away with a smile as if maintaining his composer. "Oh my... HiMERU is quiet surprise..."

"Through I dont really care. None of my business. Can you just say hi to kana for me? Hehe. It been a while since we last meet. Say it's from MC! Bye bye HiMERU~~" you really don't want to deal with susamongus charades of someone today. so you wave good bye and left the imposter to go look for the house you saw in the newspaper, not knowing HiMERU narrowed his eyes as he gaze as your retreating figure.

"...say hi to kaname, huh... But it's impossible at the moment. I wish I could do that." HiMERU mumble to himself as he remembers his 'younger brother' lying in a hospital bed because of a tragic accident.

He remembers your words, somehow he wish that the one who's human is him and his brother is a darling doll. So he would just wake up by his love and care for his brother. Yet it's not case.

HiMERU sigh before his smile appear in his face again, hiding his pain and sorrow. He enter the agency's to talk about HiMERU going solo again today.

...

You went and check the outside of the house and thought it's large enough for ten people and looks very homely. You wonder why it's haunted in the first place.

Bang.

You heard the top floor window close so suddenly from the house. You look up and saw green eyes looking out from the window before disappearing to the darkness.

"...oh. I'm calling tatsumi to exorcist then." You mindlessly wave to the 'ghost' and left the property. You decided to take the house since you already saved enough with last commission you did out of the blue.

When you come back home, you saw rinne playing with cards in the table. You remember his younger brother you saw today, your debating if you should tell him that or not.

"Sup, mcmc?" He look up from his mini solitary game. You stared at the red haired older Amagi. You remember how hiiro seems to lack common sense of the city and to this older brother who know this and that of the city. "Did you run away from your home or something." You ask out of the blue.

"Pff.. that's a odd starting conversation were having. Gyahahaha. But yes I did." He said proudly.

"Ah... Cool. I did that too. But run away from an orphanage." You walk to the drawer to get some snacks as you casually reveal some fact about your past.

"Ooh, what a perfect pair then." Rinne don't seems to question your past and just smiled cheekily as you seat down in front of him.

"Here some snacks...Btw, I saw your brother today... He said he want to destroy idols and drag his big brother home." You waited till rinne take a bite of the snack before you told him the news.

"*Choke. Cough. Cough. Man, mcmc really showing sadistic tendency. You really waited till I eat to throw the bomb." As expected rinne is too surprised and choke on the snack his drowning himself in.

"Hmm? Not really." You lied with an evil smile. "So what are you gonna do about it?" Your curious what's the big brother Amagi gonna do with his little brother looking for him.

"Well, Idk. Shall I become an idol again to entertain his game? Gyahahaha. It been a while since the last live after all~~" rinne played with the cards in his hands, from one hand to another like a pro magician or gambling addict.

"Oooh~ yeye another live of Rinne and Niki!" Your excited to watch them live again. You and Rinne chatted more and played poker together.

...

The next day, you plan to take mayoi out for a mini outing together since it's been a while since you spend time with Mayoi alone.

He keep locking himself in that mini room behind the walls. You don't know what he have there through. Your in your room, no one is in the house but you and mayoi.

"Mayoi looks very pretty today too~~" you hug mayoi doll form, who shy away from your wide smile and compliments.

"Kyaaaa.... Your smile is melting meee~" mayoi shriek, trying to shield his face from you but you grab hold of his mini doll hands and rain smooch and kisses of love to mayoi who froze before blush appear on his doll cheeks. "Mwaah mwaah. Here's mc kiss of self esteem boost 💕" -mc.

"MC~ " he cooed, finally out of his shy self and hugged you back with his doll form. "I love mayoi very much~ my precious mayoi who been with me since long ago... I hope you don't feel left out with the crowd we have now days..." You felt bad for not paying attention to your very first friend and family. You don't notice your crying because of how bad you felt, you don't know if mayoi felt lonely or not. You felt warm hands softly rub your tears away, you look up and saw mayoi in his human form looking at your with caring and lovingly eyes.

"Don't worry, even if your surrounded with bunch of people. I would feel more happy as you have more people to call home." He kiss your forehead, and lean back to look at your again. There's a pause before He hold both your cheeks as he squish it playfully, he start to have that look in his face again. Ya know the look that would made doll tatsumi body go titan And boink him.

"Ahh~~ mc cheeks so soft~~ oh no! My thoughts are running wild.... Forgive me mc...!" He suddenly cannot handle it and transform back to his doll form and was about to run away but you grab hold of him and hug him.

"It's fineee~~ hehe." You lay on your back while you hug mayoi in your arms. He seems to give up trying to shy away and run away from you. As he lay on top of your chest staring at you.

"Hey... Mayoi do you wanna be an idol? I saw your interested on idols. " You thought about this a lot of times. If mayoi and tatsumi wish to be an idol unit once alkaloid is complete. You would support them, maybe it's one of the reason you want to find the last two. Through now you only need one more.

"M-me an idol? I... Wanted to be one... With everyone in the Alkaloid." He confess. "But so far there's no news right ... Since, Aira and hiiro still isn't around ..."

"Ooh. I actually meet hiiro today. We only need aira. We could ask again when you all in one place then." You and him talk about the future. You thought about the day mayoi become and idol. He won't just be your doll, who would sing for you alone.

But he would sing for others too, the time spend with them would be less maybe you will be the one who will be abandoned again... But mayoi always priority you since long ago. If he wanted to be free and be an idol to sing for everyone in the world. It be fine.

If worse come by... You could always--

Mayoi stared at you in a knowing gaze. He grip on your top tighten with all he can in his doll form.

"If alkaloid become an idol unit... You won't plan to leave right?" He seems to know you too well. His blue eyes show visible shaken and fear.

"I know I'm disgusting and unworthy... But before being an idol. I'm your filthy sinful and first doll! Your my owner! " He seems to be mad when you nodded your head. You watch the angry mayoi transfer back to being human again and hug you very tightly, afraid if he let go as you might leave.

"Nonononono. You could have many dolls. I won't care. But never abandoned us... Abandoned Me." He put his head on your shoulder, you felt ticklish as his hair brush against your skin.

"Haha. I plan to be the unit producer or custom/cloths designer. I will never leave you guys. "You can't help but laugh as you hug mayoi back. Trying to calm him down. This is supposed to be a bonding time not make Mayoi sad and angry.

He seems to calm down yet he continues to stay in the same position. Enjoying such moment yet fearing it would end so soon.

You suddenly realize, you cannot do your original plan. Might as well try to work out how to get there in the first place. You thought as you start to hear mayoi humming a tone, drowsiness takes over your system as he lullaby you to sleep.

"Ah... MC really is a bad liar... This doll of yours know you too well... " Mayoi show a a deranged smile as his reptilian-like blue eyes as he stare down at your sleeping form in his arms, carrying you effortlessly. He slowly stood up to carry you to your bed. He have thought of things what he would do if you really do what he fear you'll do. ' both abandoned... Treated less than a human or soulless toy by others... No one loves or cared for us till we found one another....' he softly place you in your bed.

' a disgusting, sinful, and filthy doll as I am... Who is but a phantom... Can never wish too much as I am not worthy of dreaming and making a wish.' he seat beside the bed, reaching out to hold your right hand with his own.

' Yet you a human child who never seems to have a home when we first meet. Give up eating for whole month and just sustain living another day with water you get from taps... Just to buy... No you called it a simple way to bring me home... You don't want to call it buying the rights to own me. Even through you really are my owner..." He mumble as he softly lean in to kiss your hand.

"Do you remember... That person said? Dolls like I, have souls. If given any form of affection of love enough, we will gain a true heart and one day become a real human..." His other hand reach out to felt his own heart that seems to beat like a normal human.

if darling dolls received affection like any form of love and care. They will gain a temporary human form and a false heart. But if they continue to be cared, love and the most important person to their owner or to a human, not just cared or love as a toy but a real person. They would able to be a real human and false heart will become a true one.

And Mayoi is already at the breaking point of being in-between a real human and darling doll.

It's a rare occurrence yet he never expected to be one of those one out of billions cases, when he once still under the cruelty of his first owner.

' I wanna be a real human.... Not just because it's one of a darling doll goal. Because I want to grow old with you... Being immortal as a doll is pointless if I were to only face nothing but loveless and Meet nothing but heartless humans to call my next nth owner.'

He seems to notice something from the open window. He stood up and slowly went to close it. Leaving not view for those who peek from the outside.

'if I'm a real human. I won't be unmoving and be too froze to watch you leave. You can never able to leave without me following behind you.' he smiled like an evil phantom of the opera.

"I love you very much ~~ 💕 ... It doesn't matter how much dolls you have. Darling or haunted... They don't have the connection that the two of us have... Connection that binds us together~." Like a deranged person he already know how bad, sinful and disgusting his own thoughts Is, even its a simple plan to make you to never leave.

His already beyond help, it's not like he can redeem himself. He will not redeem himself and be the oblivious person that would one day accept the fact you'll be gone.

Mayoi walk back to the bed and stared at you.

"I, mayoi ayase. The Phantom doll. Would forever till your very last breath haunt you and perish with you to the deep of hell or break through heaven just to be with you. If those things even exist... If not. It's just be the two of us in the empty void of eternity.' he swear to the blue star as slowly lean in to kiss you, this time in the lips.

Darling Dolls are like the story of the a wooden boy becoming a false human because of a blue fairy.

He would learn lesson in life and love of his creator and father made him become a real human.

But in the Darling Dolls case. It's a blue star that created and made darling dolls appear one day in the world. If a doll swear to the blue star. They swearing an oath and a promise that the star would make sure to be granted... It's one lifetime thing for darling dolls. Some might never use it as its too precious. Yet He use it at that very moment. He don't care either way because your worth the wish. Even if he made a selfish wish to be forever be by your side, through the times you continue love dolls, him or or the time where you come to hate the existence of dolls. He would be forever be with you. Human or not.

He lay beside you and wrapped his arms around you, keeping you secure in his hold. You unconsciously hug the familiar warmth of mayoi, making him smile through he felt like a sinful crime have been conducted as he kiss your unconscious form earlier. But its fine, not even the dolls who's with you now in your life or those who prey into your life can't do anything as his the first doll. So it's not wrong to own your first kiss, not as a doll but human to someone precious and dearly love person... Right?

A/N: no new member for your harem this time around. But here's a mayoi ayase moment ùwú. Srl thru. How's the story so far. Am I doing a good AU or what. Nvm no one read this note :'(.

[bemylord]

↠ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴄʀᴀᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴅʏ ↞

characters: gojo, sukuna, itadori, megumi, nanami, toji x fem!reader.

warnings: smut, aged up, marks/bruises, creampie, daddy kink [toji and nanami], oral [fem!receiving], degrade and praise kinks, grammar errors.

a/c: or s/o gave them scratches on their body. hc + drabble. kento's, toji's, and sukuna's part might be rough. also i may used inappropriate word don't blame me.

ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ:

would be teasing you in the morning for being too horny to suppress your nails. although, he doesn't hide the fact he adores the little pain when his clothes touch places where you left stripes.

also likes those moments when you're leaving fingernail marks on his thighs or hips whilst sucking his dick. it'd be better spelled if i specify that gojo using your head as a toy for his pleasure.

would praise you for marks you've given him, labeling his muscular body as yours, letting your fingers traveling all over his back to the chest, outlining every muscle.

prefers to do it slow but deep, touching the spongy coil inside you with his every push, feeling your hands on the back as you're trying to take his dick, being capable of not losing your mushy mind at his sharp pushes as how he's overbearingly fucking you.

'giving me all your juices and marks you've gotten for your master' satoru might be playful during the training time, but you've known he likes to talk dirty and be dominant railing you. those marks perfectly suiting on his skin so why not leave them?

despite being overdose with your cum and a facial expression - you opened your mouth releasing ragged whimpers and arching your back, approaching towards gojo's chest in the climax, cumming all over the base - he'd thrust in you more 'till you'd turn into the drooling mess below.

'yes, honey, you're doing good, so good. constricting my dick so good' obscene squelches become louder, as you could feel satoru's released on your stomach. 'you did so well, honey, i'm gonna take good care of you'

ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴊɪ:

okay, i think itadori would be the softest boy through all monsters we've got here.

but don't let his innocent face trick you. despite of the fact that most of the time he's a soft bun, he'll make you scream.

ok, make you scream and be asking if he isn't tempestuous.

he'd be disconcerted if you asked him to heal his back. for what? he thinks is a sort of a recall so he could remember what the two of you had been doing in the night and how loud you were while giving him your residue of cum.

he might take some photos of his skin pattern in marks so he could ogle at 'em later, repeating seconds where you were patterning his back.

'take off your shirt, yuji. i'll heal your back'

poor itadori is sitting on the couch totally discouraged as he heard your request. he glanced at you with a bambi look: eyes wide open, as if you said something vulgar. he aimlessly rubbed the back of his head, tossed his head back.

'but i like your marks, baby'

he whined, grabbing your palms in his, forcing you to sit on his lap, wrapping arms around your waist.

'you gave those stripes because you.. you were feeling good, yeah?'

you put your head down at his question but nodded, putting your head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat.

'then i don't need your recovery, baby, let your marks stay until you'll add new ones'

ᴛᴏᴊɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ:

let people know what sex is. let it be a slogan for your intercourse.

he could fuck you all night due to his long-term capability and would be smug after intercourse as he'd watch the disorder [?] you did on his biceps.

mostly biceps, cause a man knows the main destination of his tongue, masterfully giving you an oral. goddamn that tongue.

he'd let you scratch his back as he'll know that it'd be possibility to show off the mark his love gave him. on other days, you're pulling his hair into your pussy, burying him even more, letting him to destroy you before the fun will start.

his arms full of red stripes. though it wasn't your fault - how can you inhibit yourself while toji is literally eating you like a meal?

'being waiting for my tongue, huh?' he's a teaser - you're at the edge of the bed, baring your dripping pussy to the one he can lick you as you need to whilst teasing and degrading you.

'being waiting to be demolished by me you little whore, don't you?'

you grabbed his strong biceps, dotted them in half-moons then squeeze as toji peeks at you.

'answer me, slut!'

his low voice makes you open widely your legs as not closed to squeeze his head. he's running his tongue on your crotch and labia, teasing you, forcing you to say how reckless and anguished you were without his tongue and fingers.

'yes, daddy, i-i've been waiting f-for you' you sharply breathe, letting out the whimpers, feeling his tongue playing with your swollen clit.

'i'm about to ruin you tonight, are you ready?' he giggled once more, getting into the little game he's been waiting for since he left the house.

ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ:

it is in their genetic code to make a woman scream but since megumi hasn't got a huge sexual experience as his father does, he'd be tender at first, asking abt your well-being, if he can move, etc..

when he watches at the mirror in the morning, he finds out his back and a few shoulders are drawing by your nails.

he'd be overwhelmed and speechless as he saw a reminder of the night.

'gumi will make up an excuse, sort of: 'i got into the fight with a curse, nothing special'. itadori'd have been asking him if he's okay, how it was but satoru isn't a naive one.

deep inside would be proud of himself that only he could put you on the pleasure, privately enjoying those patterns.

'y/n?' he pronounced your name in a question way, rubbing his shoulder aimlessly, as you glanced at him. you let out a quiet mooing as a response, staring as to how megumi taking off his school uniform.

'would you mind heal me a little?'

you smiled, coming closer to your boyfriend, grabbing a tube of medicine on the way.

'don't think i don't like your.. marks, just-'

'don't apologize, 'gumi, it's kinda chaos on your back' you giggled at your comparison, running with medicine on red stripes. his tensed and muscular body is overwhelming: those abs and pretty strong arms conquering every time you've got an opportunity to ogle.

'tho i love the chaos you made'

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ:

i'm certain you'll be scratching his back because nanami is packing - big dick energy, lol.

screaming his name as you've been drawing illegible patterns, mostly on his wide back, so lately he'd smirk at his reflection in the mirror.

those nights when you're trying to fill the lack patterns on his back by drawing lots of geometrical figures or promiscuous tracery.

every move with his tight white shirt at the office makes his stoic face change as he reminisces the night you gave that pleasant pain.

he wants to find half-moons littering his biceps as you were holding 'em while giving creampie on his dick.

if you want it spicy - trail your fingers on his back suddenly, giving nanami little goosebumps to switch his mood.

'darling, you want me to stop?' he unaware question left you desperate as nanami stopped pumping, left a soft kiss on your forehead. 'am i fucking you way too hard?' seldom moment of nanami being tender as he gets used to fuck recklessly 'till you'll be a dripping mess under his cock.

you didn't see fit to answer the question but smack your lips against his, as a silent response named: 'i'm fine, my love, you can move' your wet, deep, and in some way subtle kiss that doesn't fit on the action you've been doing. you trail your nails from the back of his neck to the coccyx, ogling as to how his facial expression changes.

'you want to be used like a slut you are, don't you?'

you couldn't respond, only purr as how nanami suddenly turned on into daddy. feeling how your empty pussy being filled out with a thick kento's cock again as he's making a demolishing [?] pushes.

'get what you want, slut, scratch my back so it'd dotted lately with your nails'

ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ:

as for that rough man..

he gives hickeys - you give him patterns on his back.

he'd be exceedingly obsessed after had seen your marks on itadori's body. still, itadori is a vessel for him, so sukuna will be even more self-satisfied. why? a little reminder for the owner who took possession of your body at the night.

once he'll take possession of the body, itadori it'd be or someone else, he won't stop himself as long as his back will be patterns of yours nail on it.

he does literally everything to make you scratch his back, whether it be licking your swollen clit to the way your legs got shaken or fuck you on his lap.

'let the bastard see what matures did it the night' his pace increase as he uttered the phrase that makes the butterflies in your belly thrives off.

his lowly and husky voice intermingled with ragged breathing, little drops of sweat on his hairline as he crushes devastating punches, letting your moans out of your mouth.

you're digging into his skin on the back as he masterfully target into the spongy coil in your stomach, feeling as your orgasm is building up with his every hit. he wants to see his back littering in patterns of your nails, wants to have that sweet but stinging pain in the morning.

's-sukuna, ugh~' you let out a whimper as your cunt constricting creampie on his dick. he chuckled as your hole clenching his thick cock while nails trailing all over back.

//~~//

idk i start always from sukuna and i've got inspiration only on kento's part, that's why nanami and toji might be rough than a king.