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[lustlovehart]

You Gotta Kiss The One

A/n: This isn’t my usually writing, so this is more short scenario rather than actual story, so sorry if it isn’t my best. Anyways, I was in need of some fluff for the twst men so here we are. (This came out a bit cheesy honestly) Also, unfortunately no Jamil because i went through 7 drafts for his part and hated absolutely all of them.

Pairing: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Vil, Idia, Malleus, Rollo x Reader

Summary: [Fluff] In a turn of events, it seems you’ve lost your voice, and it’s up to the one you love to give out the cure, a kiss from their lips to yours.

Warnings: Cheesy Fluff, Reader wasn’t meant to be Yuu but they’re friends with Grim so, 50% Yuu.

Unfortunately, making potions with Grim never goes right. One moment, you’re carefully adding in the newt that assists in projecting a beautiful singing voice to its recipient, and in the next your head gets shoved in the concoction. When you finally emerge, your throat attempts to sound out your criticisms of Grim's recklessness. But, your lips are the only thing that moves in motion, your voice not even croaking out a word.

“Why ain’t yah talkin'?” Your hands quickly grab onto the recipe book pointing at the bold disclaimer at the bottom of the page.

If the potion is consumed before the newt is added, it will have the opposite effects.

Before you can read the rest of the text, your companion snatches the book from your hands, reading the rest of it on his own. When Grim reads out the instructions, your eyes narrow when you hear a slight chuckle escape from him when he tells you your only solutions. It’s either never talk again or...

Of course, never talking again has its pros, but, if you don’t have your voice, however will you tell… Him, about your feelings…? Of course, you could just write your confession, but that doesn’t have quite the kick words spoken from your chest do—

"Uhh... seems you gotta kiss your little crush [Name]!"

…

"What."

Before you're allowed to interject, Grim is already reaching his paw up and taking you by the hand, not even allowing you to tell Crewel about your situation. You’re quite sure if you had just told him you could’ve avoided the whole dilemma. Alas, Grim’s very eager in bathing in your embarrassment.

—————

Riddle is fuming at Grim's carelessness, it’s already bad enough that you have no magic in this faraway land, but to be subjected to a potion that doesn’t have a real cure? That’s even worse. He most definitely beheads the feline after he hears about the situation, immediately sending him onto a time-off corner, prattling on about how he should’ve been listening to the rules and acting accordingly in class.

His lecture is cut short at the sound of scribbling, his head turning to look at you furiously writing down on a piece of paper. Your lips are straight-lined as you lift the words to his face.

“Grim said the cure is a kiss.”

Oh… his mouth opens to question you more about this so-called cure, though the heart shape you form with your hands, however, is all the information he needs. It’s unfortunate that it only works if you kiss whoever it is you “love”, he could’ve gotten away with kissing you under the guise of helping if it was just anyone who could kiss you—

Who’s he kidding his face is close to turning red at such a thought. Of course the cure is something so basic, true love. Ah, no not true love, just simply a crush. Yes, a crush.

A crush that can’t be him.

He stays composed externally but internally he can’t deny he’s a little disappointed, it doesn’t matter however, he’ll help you get this kiss from your mystery student, even if it hurts a little to watch. The sound of flipping paper attracts his attention once again.

“So kiss me. Please.”

… What…? What…?! What?!

His eyes widen at the words, his mouth agape at the statement, his skin quickly flushing at the thought. You. Him. You and him. Him and you.

He’s essentially frozen in place. But, the extremely quiet sound of a broken up “okay” signals to you his permission. The feeling of soft lips being placed on his own snapped him out of his trance. He blinks a few times at your face, a smile invading your mouth.

“Thanks Riddle.”

—————

Your hands are furiously shaking Leona's shoulders, despite your relentless attempts at awakening him from his slumber, he doesn't even tell you to stop.

He didn’t even show any signal of stirring when Grim practically shouts to you about getting that kiss from him to “fix yah up”. Didn’t show any sign when you threw one of his shoes at the cat either.

He might be dead, he’s pretty still, like a corpse… Nah, he’s just being a douche.

Carefully, you drop down to his level, your face smooshed into his mattress as you look at his sleeping face. He looks a lot more peaceful in his sleep, his face is less serious and a bit more softer. He does look like a prince from a fairytale when he’s asleep, actually, maybe more of a princess with how pretty he is.

If you had your voice, you’re sure there would be hushed chuckles leaving your throat as you take out your phone. Your fingers are quick to swipe open your camera, lifting the device to Leona's face. Your joy doesn’t last long though, as when you’re just about to take a picture, the sight of Leona stares back at you on your screen, the subdued expression he previously held replaced with his usual face.

“What do you think you’re doin?”

…He’s awake! You’re quick to open the notes app, ready to explain the whole thing to him, along with indirectly confessing your feelings, unfortunately. But, he seems to think differently, as your phone is swiftly snatched from your palms and placed on his nightstand. When you reach over to grab it, his arm pulls you back down, your head buried into his chest, essentially being used as a secondary pillow for him.

“That typing’s loud, i’m tryna sleep.” … and I’m trying to get my voice back.

No matter how much you struggle, he doesn’t let you go. After a few minutes of trying to get your phone back, you give up, becoming his human-sized plushie in your defeat. Maybe he’ll be in the mood when he’s awake. So, your eyes gradually shut themself, sleep taking you over as you wrap your arms around the lion next to you.

…

“Hey, quit talking in your sleep.”

“Hmm…? Oh sorry— Wait what…?!” His palm flies of your mouth as words get muffled in his skin.

Appears you missed the Leona Kingscholar, kissing you. That’s unfortunate.

—————

“Hmm…? You need my help yes? Well then just sign here and I’ll get you that kiss you need!” Azul slips the golden contract across the table, the con man smiling as you read through the fine print.

In the corner, you notice the extremely tiny text saying how you’ll be obligated to stand by his side for the next month and do whatever tasks he needed to be done from you.

You swiftly slide the paper back to him as your head vigorously shakes a firm “No”.

“Oh? Do my terms not satisfy you? Your situation sounds very similar to our princess from the Coral Sea, having to kiss her prince for her voice back. I wonder how you’ll get that princely kiss…” he shrugs his shoulders before sighing, grabbing a stack of papers along with a pen, waving you off before looking at the sales revenue from this week. “No matter, if you don’t need my help please exit, I am a busy man—“

Your hand slams on the surface of his desk, his pupils widening at the sudden outburst. He stays silent for a moment, the glimmer of his glasses covering your view of his eyes. If you had, you would’ve seen the slightest hint of longing in him.

“A very determined soul you are… I'll change your conditions if you want your voice back so bad.” His fingers snap, the old contract disintegrating as a new one forms in his hands. “No fine print, I’ll help you get your kiss, and you work for the Monstro lounge for 2 weeks. Just 2 weeks. Is that a deal?” You squint, looking to make sure there really is no fine print. When you’re assured there really is none, you take a pen from his gloved palm, writing your signature on the line.

“It’s a deal it seems, now, tell me who it is you have affections for, and I’ll make sure you get that kiss—-“The sudden pull of his collar stops him mid-sentence, your lips connecting to his own before pulling away.

He’s extremely flustered, his cheeks blushed, his hat lopsided, eyes the widest you've ever seen them. He did agree to get you that kiss, but… he truly wasn’t expecting you to kiss him…! Of all possible candidates at the school…

“Wha… I’m… Huh…!?”

You straighten your posture before rolling your sleeves up, “So when do I start Azul?”

—————

Your eyes watch Vil meticulously crush, stir, and drop different ingredients into the cauldron, each one changing the color of the liquid inside. To be honest, you’re a little disappointed he knows a cure, you’ll have to wait another time before really confessing to him. His well manicured fingers take the ladle into his hand, carefully pouring the bright drink into a bowl, handing it to you as his eyes await for you to drink it up.

When you do, you set the bowl down, ready to speak, but no sound comes out. Your eyes stare into his, confusion set in your irises.

“I thought you had a dry throat?” Oh, you shake your head, your index finger pointing toward the cauldron and signaling poorly acted-out explosions and screams. “So it was a failed potion?” You pause for a moment before remembering what unit you were on in class. “It was that singing potion wasn’t it?” He contemplates for a moment before grabbing a small vile on the shelf, a potion the was already premade.

He pops it open, ready to pour it down your throat, but before he does, he pulls it back, quickly replacing the concoction with his extremely soft lips the taste of something good invading your taste buds, you assume it to be his chapstick. He stills for a moment, letting your lips lock and exchange touches. When he releases, he doesn’t give you the chance to interject, making you chug the drink down your throat, some of it escaping the corner of your lips, his gloved thumb wiping it off your chin.

“Vi… Vil…? Why’d you do that…?”

“How did Grim tell you to lift it?” He backs away from you, putting the empty glass in the sink.

“He said I… Had to kiss someone I liked. Why?”

“That’s what he said? Huh, I see.” He takes out his own brand of chapstick, reapplying it to his lips. You stay leant on the shelf of the rooms, watching as Vil’s silhouette moves towards the door. “No reason. Now, I have to get back to filming. Take better care of your lips, [Name].” He’s already out the door by the time you work up the courage to say anything else.

As he walks in the hallway, the leather of his gloves clench. It seems Grim did correctly tell you the cure. It doesn’t matter though, whether it was his kiss or that potion that worked, all he cared about was getting you fixed. He’s an actor, he’s keen to notice the presentations of people around him. He was sure you liked him, and even Rook fed into such a delusion. But, there was always a gnawing feeling of not being fair enough to you. So just in case, if you never really did like him, he won’t know.

He’s a good actor, but even actors can’t lie to themself. He really hopes it was his lips that cured you and not that potion.

…

The next day, when Vil finishes applying his makeup, the door to his room is knocked on, albeit very quickly. By the time he finally opens it, nobody is found, only a gift basket filled with fruits and low-grade beauty care, well low grade to him. If his suspicions about who this came from are correct, he can’t blame them for not having enough money to afford proper skin care.

When he looks in, all he sees is a card with a small smiley face and a heart. But he already knows who his secret sender truly is.

—————

Your knocking on Idias door gets harder and harder with every strike. You know he’s in there, but chances are he’s too absorbed in a game to notice your frantic hits. You’re about to hit the wood one more time before the door swings open and your fist is only an inch away from his nose.

“I… I only heard you just now…”

You’ve been out there for 10 minutes.

“You didn’t text me beforehand like usual… Is… Is there something you need…?” He steps to the side allowing you in his room, immediately having you sit on his bed before shutting the entrance. You look around a moment before handing him the note you had pre-written on your phone.

“No voice. Cure is a kiss from person I like. I like you, Idia. Please kiss me.”

It isn’t exactly the confession you wished to give him, but by the time you were typing it, you had deleted so much of the text you originally had from embarrassment, and by the time you looked up, you were already at his door… and Ortho was beaming in excitement behind you, you couldn’t possibly disappoint him by just walking away again.

He essentially shortcircuits the moment he reads the words off the screen.

He doesn’t speak, not even a panicked screech. The only sign of embarrassment he shows you is the sight of his hair turning pink.

“Wha… Wha… What…?”

You expected that, so you lifted your finger, signaling him to scroll down.

“You don’t need to like me back, just kiss me and i’ll leave.”

“No no, If we were in like… like a game… that type of game… you would have… ughhh…. You would have my… affection bar… filled— not filled maybe like 110%… up…” he struggled to get the words out he didn’t even make eye contact with you once in his speech. But, you understand what he’s trying to say to you. “Nevermind, forget it…! Just find someone… someone else… you deserve like a prince of something…”

His posture is hunched over, and he’s quick to turn away from you. You’re sure if he was closer to the wall he would curl into the corner and attempt to hide from you.

You’re pretty sure he’s about to do just that, he’s already slowly making his way to the corner. He’s only narrowly stopped when he feels you tug on his sleeve, pulling his face into your own.

His mouth was slightly open from shock, so his razor sharp teeth poked you, but even then it was still a nice feeling. When you part, he stares at you for an entire minute. His hair was already pink, but somehow it must’ve gotten even pinker.

“You… You won the game…”

“Did I…? What does that mean…?”

“Forget I said that. I’m gonna die now”

—————

It’s been at least half an hour since you’ve met up with Malleus, and he seems to not have noticed you don’t have a voice to reply. But at the same time, it’s nice listening to him ramble on and on about his Gargoyle studies—

“You have not spoken.” Your head is quick to turn, your body slightly jolting at the sight of Malleus’s face mere inches away from your own. Sometimes, you forget he doesn’t have any sense of space. This point is further proven when he moves his face away but your shoulders are still in contact. “Why is that?”

Your hand reaches down to your side attempting to take out your phone, but, it only grasps air. You look back down into your pocket, not noticing any holes for it to fall out of.

What? Did… Did I loose it or something?!

“This thing…” your head flips back to the man in front of you, his gloved fingers turning the phone with narrowed eyes. “I don’t understand, why not just talk to me? Would you rather use this phone than converse with me…?” You can spot early signs of Malleus’s emotional turmoils. It doesn’t take long for you to see the hint of disappointment in his eyes at the mere notion of you not even wanting to talk to him.

Along with that, clouds are beggining to form in the sky

You immediately shake your head at him, your fingers pointing to your throat while forming an x. Though your movements are so quick from the sheer panic of lightning striking, he doesn’t understand what you’re doing until you slow down.

“Ah, you did talk about that potion unit didn’t you.” You nod your head, ready to perform a collection of poorly acted-out charades to showcase your cure. You only got as far as the heart in your hands before he interrupts. “If I remember correctly, the fix to that is a kiss from the one who holds your affections… is it not?” The boom of thunder increases at an incredible rate, and even the pout Malleus holds on his face gets more obvious. “Have you come here to ask for my aide?” You can tell, it’s very obvious he’s trying to hide his dispiritedness beside a veneer of support. “Then… I will help a dear… friend.”

At his words, you shake your head the hardest you’ve probably ever shaken it to disagree with someone. You’re sure you must’ve swayed your brain too hard, by the time you stop you honestly feel a little dizzy.

“Ah, do you not want my help?” The lightning in the air starts fading, but in exchange, it’s like the clouds have gotten darker. “Am I, not allowed the see the object of your desire?” You wish you just had your phone out from the beginning, it would’ve made things so much easier. You bring your arm up, pointing at him.

Malleus is smart, he needs it if he will be Briar Valley’s ruler. Yet, he’s a bit dense in terms of human emotions and relationships.

“I thought you didn’t want my help…?” You’re sure if you could make any sound, pure screams of frustration would’ve left you. “I’m left in confusion as to how it is I can help you. I want to assist you Child of man but, I don’t wish to see you kiss anyone else—“Your hands immediately take him by the tie, dragging him into you as your lips practically smash together. If anyone saw you, such a scene would be quite the scandal for the heir. Minutes go by when you finally release him, and when you look up, the sky is the clearest it's been for the past month. “So it was me.” The look in his eyes is fond, it’s a warm sight.

“Yeah, I can’t believe you didn’t notice sooner, I didn’t hide it…”

“You didn’t?”

“I confessed to you twice before this Malleus…”

—————

(This is self indulgent cuz i’m unfortunately a Rollo fan…)

Considering how far away Noble Bell is from Night Raven, you have no doubt you’d be stuck voiceless for quite awhile before you get to see Rollo again. Grim is just left to watch you sulk as your head falls in disappointment. You honestly don’t know how to tell Rollo about your situation either, you could always text him, but how do you even tell him you need to kiss him as your cure? Along with that… over text? That’s just pathetic. He’d probably shame you for being so ungraceful with your feeling towards him.

“Quit moppin’ and tell him already! I’m gettin' depressed just watchin’ ya…” with your head buried into your arms you can feel Grim practically shaking you out of your ball of shame with his tiny paws. “Come… on…! You’re not gonna get your voice back doin' nothin’!” He’s… unfortunately, completely correct.

With a soundless groan, you reach for your phone and open your contacts, drafting the text you’ll send to Rollo.

Rollo, I need to tell you something… your fingers continuing to vigorously type your paragraph.

Three knocks disperse your attention.

“[Name] are you there?” The familiar voice immediately strikes panic in your body as you accidentally throw your phone into the air, pathetically catching it as you stumble towards the door with a loud thud. On the other side, the door can be seen harshly shaking at an impact from within the room, Rollo glancing to each side of him in confusion. “Are you okay?” The lack of a reply makes worry bubble inside of him.

Before he’s given the chance to open the entrance himself, the door swings inward, allowing him to peak in through the crevice. He looks inside with initial confusion before hurriedly shuffling towards the room, the sight of your body on the floor making him even more puzzled with every passing second.

He lifts your upper body, having you sit face to face with him in such close proximity. Your eyes are dazed, looking directly into his eyes before looking around as if you didn’t even notice this was the genuine Rollo Flamme and not just a product of your imagination.

Damn you Grim… Leaving me as soon as you opened the door…

“Your room… is very disorderly [Name].” I was on the floor and you’re focused on how messy my room is? “I did tell you about how messy it was last time I was here too didn’t I?” I get it, I’m messy, so stop rubbing it in… A moment of silence passes before he quirks up an eyebrow, suspicions of his growing by the minute. “No witty comeback this time? Have you finally decided to start listening to me?” Your lack of reply Honestly worries him. Your eyes take a glance at your phone, making his tired face look over as well.

When he moves to grab it, he pauses his hand frozen in place. Your text is still displayed on your screen, as well as the current predicament you find yourself in. Realization hits you in waves as you quickly crawl over to snatch your phone from his palm. When you tried, his hand moves away in time to avoid your reach.

“It’s quite distasteful to admit such a thing through text.” I knew it… your head leans down, once more, in defeat. But, that's quickly changed when his nimble fingers take your face and lead them to his own. Honestly, it felt as if it lasted for eternity when in reality, the exchange only lasted for a couple of seconds. It was as if, Rollo finally felt the need to indulge himself in a little sin, only a little. When you finally separate, you're both left on the floor of your room, awkwardly glancing at the material.

“So… why’d you come here, Rollo? I thought after everything that happened at Fleur City you wouldn’t wanna come here again…”

“I do. I still don’t wanna be here.”

“Then why are you—“

“There’s a holiday at Noble Bell, we have a day off. I came to spend it with you.”

A/n: If anyone has like, any thoughts for the twst characters pls share them!! I may not be doing requests right now but I might write something short of you send in an ask!! Honestly, I just really enjoy when people ramble in my inbox. Also, I’m not too familar with writing Idia and Leona so i’m sorry if they weren’t written good!

[disaster-writer]

can I request a hawks in heat dubcon?

Thank you for the request!

Warnings: NSFW, Dubcon, breeding kink

_

When your pro-hero boyfriend of almost a year, the man that you had fallen absolutely head over heels for in just a month of dating, had sat you down to explain one of the side effects of his quirk, you didn’t know what to think.

Honestly, you thought he was joking.

You had stared at him blankly as he explained this odd biological instinct that took over every first week of Spring ever since he hit puberty.

Spring meant mating season.

”So… you’re going to go into heat or something? Like an animal?” You had asked skeptically, not quite knowing if this was some weird prank. 

But the uncharacteristic blush on his face when he looked away from you bashfully told you it was the truth, “Yes… like an animal.”

After that you had agreed to be there to help him through it. 

He had warned you that he’d be more aggressive than usual, which at the time hadn’t bothered you. You always liked when he treated you roughly in bed, manhandling you as if you weighed nothing and fucking you within a breadth of unconsciousness.

But not like this.

This Keigo was not the Keigo you came to love.

He fucked you like a stranger, reducing you down to your anatomy as he babbled nonsensically about knocking you up. He became more beast than man.

The heat or whatever you would call it had started in the early hours of the morning, waking you up to the painful stretch of his cock being shoved into your unprepared entrance and he had been relentless. His refractory period had become nonexistent, he hadn’t softened once no matter how much he had came that day.

Even now, into the late hours of the night where he had finally fallen asleep, he was still in you— still hard.

You trembled in the vice like grip he had on your body as he quietly snored behind you. Your vision was completely obstructed by one red wing that acted as a wall… a barricade.

You sniffled as the tears clung, sticky against your cheeks.

You couldn’t do this, couldn’t handle the painful way he fucked you with zero thought of your comfort or making sure you came at all. 

You didn’t want this man— this animal, touching you anymore.

You needed a break at the very least.

Ever so gently and slowly, you begun climbing out of his embrace, stilling at every hitch and change in his breath as you pulled his arm from around you and slipped under the red wing in front of you, his cock slipping out of you with a wet sound that made you cringe.

You almost collapsed the second your feet met the floor.

You wasted no time, grabbing a t-shirt from the floor and slipping it on as you limped out of the bedroom, down the hall, and into the bathroom.  

With a soft ‘click’ you locked the door.

Flicking the lights on you came face to face with your own reflection. Your hair had become a knotted, tangled mess from how much he pulled on it throughout the day, your scalp still throbbing dully. 

The rest of you wasn’t much better. The skin of your throat and chest had been bitten and sucked raw, pulling up the t-shirt you now wore revealed little bruises scattered throughout from his fingertips. 

But the worst was the mess between your legs. He had cum so much and refused to let you clean it. The mess was mostly dried now, tinged a pinkish red with blood.

You felt disgusting and everything hurt.

Collapsing onto the toilet seat, you reached for a wet wipe and began to gingerly clean yourself up, fresh tears now making their way down your cheeks.

It had been only one day, you weren’t sure you could survive another, let alone a week.

It may be best to cut your losses, leave and go home or stay with a friend in case he decides to look for you. When this was all over you could apologize and explain you weren’t cut out for this mating season of his.

That’s what you wanted to do, it was what you were going to do if it wasn’t for the sound of the doorknob being tried.

Your eyes shot open, body seizing as you stared at the doorknob.

”Chickadee, what are you doing in there?” He asked, continuing to rattle the doorknob.

”Um— I just needed to pee!” You yelped.

”I was supposed to keep you all plugged up for the night, I’m gonna have to fill you up again— open the door.” His fist met the door with a loud bang.

You jumped as a chill ran down your spine— this was not Keigo.

”Jus’ gimme a second!” You called out, hurriedly cleaning up what you could before quickly tossing the dirtied wipes out.

You were just about to get up and answer the door when an audible ‘crack’ came from the doorknob.

He broke the lock.

He was barreling through the door, wings twitching behind him as they expanded once inside, nearly taking over the entire room.

He stood completely naked before you, cock standing stiffly, the head of his cock flushed a bright red as he leaked pre-cum. 

The look in his eyes was crazed. Black pupils completely swallowed up his golden irises as he stared at you.

Well… staring at you was an overstatement as his eyes were glued to the very place you covered with the t-shirt, shielding your battered cunt from his prying eyes.

An irritated flap of his wings had you staring at them in fear. His wings had only ever made you feel safe in the past but since this morning they seemed to have a mind of their own, stretching out and commanding as much space as they possibly could, twitching and flapping unpredictably.

You were terrified. 

You felt so small sitting there as your boyfriend stared down at you.

The silence dragged on for far too long, only being interrupted by the flaps of his wings.

The blood rushed in your ears.

“Come back to bed,” he commanded, eyes never leaving the space between your thighs.

”B-but—“

His wings flapped, seemingly to stretch out farther than you’ve ever seen. Red feathers blocked the light bulbs, drowning the room in red light.

Your heart thundered.

He stretched an open hand out towards you.

You stared at it warily, but another irritated twitch of his wings had you placing your hand in his.

He had your face shoved into a pillow less than five minutes later, hips snapping painfully against your ass as his cock kissed your cervix causing a paralyzing pain to wrack throughout your body as he continued his earlier babbles from today.

“Gonna—Gonna fill you up again— all nice and full, not gonna waste a single drop this time Chickadee. Pretty little cunt needs it, she needs my cum. Gotta make you all nice and round with my baby bird.”

You cried into the pillow, wetting it with your tears and drool, praying to whatever that was out there that you could make it out of this week in one piece.

[ronearoundblindly]

For the dirty A-Z headcanon game can I get an A for Steve Rogers?

From this ask game, and I love you to the end of the line, anon, because this is pretty much THE one I wanted to answer...

A - Alone Time

How does he get off when all by himself?

Does he watch porn?

Is it all in his imagination?

Does he jerk off?

Does he use toys?

In case it wasn't obvious... MINORS DNI (vaguely coded to be gender neutral for the possibility of steve x reader or stucky or whatever your flavor)

Here we go, babes. I know I've written several different versions of Steve in various universes, but this is gonna be more generalized and not involve the very specific background experiences I've written into other things. This is just my good ol' fashioned headcanon of Steve masturbating!

This man takes his time--or at least would prefer to--even when it's just him. He will gently touch/play with himself for a while before grabbing his dick. Grazing his nails over his thighs. Pinching his nipples. I think this dude really has a thing with his throat? Like he thinks about teeth along his neck or being pulled forward by it and, yes, a squeeze or two. Don't flame me, I'm just saying!

He craves foreplay, is what I mean, and I don't think Steve feels fully aroused unless more than just his genitals are involved in the act, ya know?

He watches porn, but only for examples. There's a whole lot in modern pornography that is a huge turn-off for him. Steve uses certain imagery or sounds/sayings that he found in porn and kinda edits them together for his pleasure later--like mentally edits, lord knows, because that man would not get the hang of Final Cut Pro OR iMovie, feel me?--plus that way he can imagine a certain someone's voice actually saying those things to him or doing them to him.

Which brings us to Steve's imagination which is unbelievably vivid and runs rampant. Think about it: he's a strategist. He has to see tons of possible scenarios play out all at once, analyze where that leads and where that leaves him, and then plan to thwart or redirect all that happens into an ideal outcome. Don't tell me that artist does not have an incredible mind's eye.

Then we get to Steve finally touching himself expressly to come.

He's toyed with himself for a while, maybe gotten close but held back, probably enjoyed finding friction not with his fist. For some reason, I thoroughly believe he has a thing for fabrics? This guy enjoys the glide of silk and satin. I bet his sheets are nice and slick so he can thrust against them a little and think of a pretty skirt or a dressy, formal glove.

Actual toys? Like the kind advertised as sex toys? Like the kind he'd have to purchase with money in some capacity? No. I think shy Steve hasn't figured out a way to discreetly (and by that I mean, untraceably) do that. He refuses to use anything online attached to his name--credit card or secondary/digital wallet whatever--to buy something or to tell someone what he would want them to buy for him because then that person would know! He'd keel over from embarrassment right then and there!! ARE YOU INSANE?!?!

No. What Steve will do is get seemingly useful things for innocuous reasons and play dumb blond if anyone ever insinuates it could be a sex toy. That man can and will absolutely lie like a champ to keep those secrets. That man is a super soldier but his muscles still get sore; that's what the massager is for, not his taint, nuh-uh no how. How dare you ask him!

Which brings us to the climax: his climax.

Steve prefers to finish in the shower. He's spent all that time enjoying the feel of his hands or various textures, the dry (but not painful) drag of everything before the slick lubrication of lotion or conditioner creates a welcome high under the spray of water, and then, yes, he can clean himself right off afterward. Highly efficient. Also very effective at training his brain to get off quickly in a shower if necessary.

Strategy, you guys, it's all about strategy.

Thank you for asking!

A/N: Are my answers to these like an audition for the Shameless Hoe Club? Maybe. Or maybe Ro has just lost the ability to filter herself...or care 🤭

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[lightseoul]

cw. gn!reader, flighty!reader, reader works in forensics, prohero!katsuki, aged up (around mid 20s)

a/n. this was fun to write lmao. this is definitely not self-indulgent :0 again, would surely appreciate reblogs and comments <3

You’re a runner.

And no, not in the dystopian, getting-out-of-a-manmade-maze sense.

You run from feelings.

And that happens to include the kind when someone gets a little bit too close for comfort.

But you also do run in the literal sense.

In fact, you just did.

Panting, you round the next corner of your office building’s hallway, what was once a sprint (at least, the type that was possible in a crowded skyscraper in Tokyō) now faltering into a light jog.

Huffing, you chance a peek behind your shoulder, a sigh wracking your body when you conclude that the man of the hour is finally out of sight.

“What’s up with you?”

The man’s red-headed best friend quirks an amused eyebrow at you when you halt at the sound, startled.

He slows down in his steps as he appraises the mess that you currently are; from the looks of it, he’s heading in the direction you’re desperately trying to run away from, and for a split second, you’re half your mind to drag him with you to the elevator and vanish before the man could spot the both of you.

Why the fuck are you acting like this?

“I—Was just wanting to—” At this point, you’re severely out of breath. And you’d chalk it up to the physical exertion you definitely aren’t used to, but you know it’s more than that.

The warmth of your cheeks seems to suggest that, too.

“Hold up.”

You look up at Kirishima, one hand still on your hip to help keep you upright despite the exhaustion.

He tilts his head. “Aren’t you supposed to be in a meeting with Bakubro?”

Even just the mention of his name triggers your fight-or-flight response.

It also happens to send a flood of longing right through you.

“Yeah,” you rasp, before checking over your shoulder again. Coast: still clear.

“What are you—” Kirishima starts, eyebrows pinched in confusion, before what looks like realization and amusement flash across his features.

“Did he—”

“Yeah,” you cut him off before he could say it.

Apparently, being confessed to out of the blue by the man you’ve been in love with for a year cuts your sentence-formation capabilities to not more than one worded ones at a time.

Just as you expected, worry dances its way across Kirishima’s face.

“Are you running away from him?”

You choke on your spit.

“Hey, easy, Y/N,” Kirishima says while awkwardly rubbing your back as you cough your lungs out.

You stand upright when you finally gather your bearings, ready to explain, or attempt to explain to Kirishima (but more to yourself) why you just fled the meeting room where you and Bakugou were discussing the forensics of his new case.

It’s not like you didn’t see it coming.

The feelings, not the outright confession.

Midoriya, Kirishima, and his other friends have made it pretty obvious with their background teasing that the emotionally constipated blonde has taken a particular interest in you.

(Background because the aforementioned blonde would indubitably kill them if he found out they were teasing you, let alone about him.)

You just couldn’t bring yourself to believe it and hell—start to hope—until a while ago, when the Bakugou Katsuki himself slammed his fist on the table, spitting out the three words you’ve been dreaming to hear from him since you first worked on that gory ass mission together.

Well, four. If you count the curse slotted among the ‘I like you’.

But as it turns out, the reality of it all—Bakugou’s vulnerability, mutual feelings, and possibly dating a Pro Hero—scared you.

And so you ran.

And you were about to confess all this to poor Kirishima when a booming voice echoes through the hallway, effectively triggering your (definitely) flight response once more.

At that, you bolt to the elevators, leaving behind a speechless Kirishima.

Luckily for you, Bakugou has always been good at chasing what he wants.

[i-wanna-die-like-now]

Bnha x dp fic!

Aizawa is not one to freak out, he is calm and collected and he never shows his students just how badly things can effect him, that is if he's able... and right now he was freaking out. Kaminari had burst into the staff room yelling about Fenton having a daughter. Aizawa wasn't a rocket scientist but the kid was 14 and there is no way he is old enough to even get anyone pregnant, let alone have a daughter out of the womb already. The math just didn’t add up. If that was really the case then they had a very serious issue on their hands, Fenton wasn't the most mature boy and he definitely struggled with being responsible with Eri, they had a rule that he was not allowed alone with her for longer than an hour unless it was an emergency, Fenton was good in emergencies. He didn’t fool around when lives were on the line.

It was not because he didn't trust the boy to be alone with their new daughter, it was simply because he caved at everything that she wanted and dramatised everything further for his own entertainment. Which wouldn’t be too bad, 14 year old boys are silly and like to goof around. The issue was that no other 14 year old boy had ended up making all of his and Hizashis food come to life and attack last time they were left alone with their daughter, he was still finding left over yogurt in the kitchens corners and so the rule had been put in place.

It wasn't the first straw, just the one that broke the camels back and to his credit Fenton had agreed with no hard feelings.

So hearing the news that he somehow had a daughter was a shock but this was Kaminari, everyone knows to take everything he says with a grain of salt. That isn't to say he doesn't believe him, it was very clear that Kaminari did believe it and he had to have heard it from somewhere, he wasn't one to lie like that. If Fenton did in fact have a daughter then he was doing the correct thing in coming to the staff. Dread pooled in the bottom of his stomach, had Fenton been taken advantage of? The only thoughts running through his mind was that his student could have been hurt. Luckily for him Hizashi spoke up first and so he didn't need to find his voice right away.

"Woah there little listener! Slow down, who has a daughter?"

"Danny! He- oh my god he just told us he has a daughter, thats insane right?" He sounded hysterical.

"Well-"

"Because this is Danny we're talking about!"

"Kid." Finally speaking up he folds his arms and frowns at his student, "Fenton told you that he has a daughter? This came from his mouth?"

"YES!" The kid was pulling at his hair, eyes wild and face flushed.

"Are you sure?"

"Ask Tsu she was with me! He said daughter!"

"Christ-" cutting himself off he looks towards his husband, he found comfort in the fact he looked just as lost as him.

After calming his student down and comfirming multiple times that he did indeed mean a real human daughter and not a pet they sent him on his way. Both he and his husband went straight to Nezu, the rat had to know how to deal with this.

The rat did not know what to do and had laughed no cackled in their face, Aizawa didn't think the situation was funny at all and neither did his husband, However, they knew better than to try arguing with the principal. They had done their jobs and informed him of the development and had happily taken their leave as his manic laughter followed them out of the office, almost taunting them.

Hound dog was their next stop, Fenton had mandatory therapy sessions with the pro every week so he had to have mentioned something to him. It was just their luck that he seemed just as shocked as them, without breaching his client confidentiality Hound dog made it clear that this is the first time he's hearing about a daughter and that he is extremely concerned about Fentons wellbeing and the child's safety.

With the dead-end Aizawa decided that he would need to talk to Tsuyu, she was the other person present when Fenton had supposedly told Kaminari, she walking out of the cafeteria when he managed to flag her down.

"Fenton. Kaminari says he has a daughter?" She blinked her huge beady eyes at him, hands coming up to rest in her t-rex stance as she mulls over his words.

"He said so ribbit."

"What exactly did he say?" Maybe he was pushing a little too hard but if it was a misunderstanding then everything was fine and they didn't need to worry, if it wasn't, it was a different can of worms altogether.

"Her name is Dani, with an I but she prefers Elle, something about being her own person ribbit. He didn't mention much, you know how he is ribbit."

"And he said she was a human child?"

"Yes." She blinked again, "didn't the staff know ribbit? I would think UA would know about that kind of stuff."

"It's not on his file." Sighing he waves her off and makes his way to the teachers lounge, pit in his stomach, before he had even opened the door he was ranting off.

"Hizashi. Doing the math on if the child was born this month, thats 9 months ago for when she was conceived. He would have barely been 14, if she's older..." his husband put his cup of coffee down and nodded solemnly towards him. "If she was older..." He repeated the words but still couldn't find it in himself to finish the sentence but he didn't have to, Hizashi understood what his change of tone meant.

"How about we ask him? We need to know these kind if things, the fact it's not on his file is reason enough to ask, I don't know why Nezu isn't taking this seriously."

"And how exactly do you want to go about that? If it was traumatic for him- if it- he's fourteen Hizashi!"

"Who are we talking about?" Nemuri looked between both heroes, confusion clear on her features. "Did you say conceived?"

"Fenton. Apparently he has a child, two people witnessed Fenton himself saying he had a daughter." Aizawa watched his colleagues face carefully, she was a flirty woman and often made inappropriate jokes but her face only showed horror.

"He's a first year... that's... do you know how old she is?" Nemuri loved her students and it was clear the news was a shock. "Do we know how old the mother is?"

Taking his seat next to Hizashi he shakes his head glumly, scooting herself closer she leans on the table and hardens her gaze.

"You said Nezu isn't bothered? I would have- do you think he knew? He's smart, he wouldn't have let it slip past him." Sighing Aizawa picks up his husbands coffee and downs the cold liquid, the bitter taste grounding him.

"We don't know, he laughed when we spoke."

"But you know how he is," Hizashi spoke up, "He could already know and just be toying with us."

"Fenton doesn't get time off campus to even see his child, maybe he's not involved." While Nemuri brought up a good point it didn't feel right, Fenton was always involved with his friends and family, its who he is. "What did Hound dog say?"

"That he didn't know about it but that he's worried for both Fenton and his child's safety." Aizawa rubbed his eyes, this was exhausting. "Which is all he could say because of patient confidentiality."

"You're joking?" She sounded absolutely feral, "Surely that goes out of the window in a situation like this!?"

A groaning All Might slipped into the room, his skinny form hunched over as he dragged his feet and took a seat next to Nemuri. Deciding it best to drop the subject for the time being Aizawa stood up and left without another word.

The next day Fenton was in his classroom with Todoroki, they were Whispering in hushed voices over a sheet of paper, watching them for a while he leans against his desk with his arms crossed.

Fenton was young, his face was sharp and angled but he still had baby fat on his cheeks. His frame was small as if he hadn't hit his growth spirt yet, he may have the muscle but it was clear his body wasn't done growing, nobody would look at this child and think father. His tie was always crooked, his uniform untucked and messy as if thrown on half hazardly, like a child getting ready by themselves. He laughed at stupid jokes and played childish pranks on anyone he could, Fenton was not old enough to be a father. He was barely old enough to be a teenager.

"Fenton, a word?" Jolting up he shoved the sheet of paper they had been working on into Todorokis blazer with wide eyes, like a child getting caught doing something they shouldn't be.

He had never noticed how small his class was, how young, they were children.

"What's up!?" Now having his full attention he gets closer, taking a seat on the desk infront of the boys.

"It's about some information I've been told by one of your classmates."

"It wasn't me!" Keeping his face calm he raised one of his eyebrows as a challenge. "Sir I promise, Izuku said that we were allowed to spar and I didn’t mean to break the mirror but it's so hard to remember I can go intangible! Heat of the moment and all that!" Todoroki had a slight wide eyed look as he glanced between the two of them, "And okay maybe I did try and fix it with ice when i should have got help but I didn't know it would shatter as soon as it got cold."

Rubbing his temples Aizawa leaned foward, "I was talking about something else but please continue."

"No..." trailing off with a panicked look Fenton caved in on himself, "I've said too much."

Everything he had been thinking about slapped him in the face, Fenton Danny it was such a sweet and childish name, he doesn't even like going by Daniel, he was a child.

Christ.

"I was talking about something you said to Kaminari and Tsuyu. Do you know what I'm talking about?" He seemed genuinely confused, eyebrows drawn together as he thought.

"No?"

"This is a serious and private matter, would you like Todoroki to leave while we talk?" Shaking his head Fenton watches him warily. "Do you have a daughter?"

The strangest thing happened, instantly all the tension the boy was holding was gone, eyes lighting up and crinkling as he smiled a huge toothy grin.

"Oh Elle! Yeah she's awesome, you scared me!" Under his breath he muttered, "I thought I was fucked."

"Fenton. You understand that you are not technically underage legally in Japan, correct?" He hesitated and nodded, "However, i know you havent been in japan long. I know at your age You're going through changes..." Fentons face passed through a series of emotions, finally landing on horror while Todoroki watched on in amazement. "I know its not a comfortable conversation but it needs to be had." Sitting in a better position he takes in his students face, green flushing over his cheeks.

"I am only here to advise you, there is no judgement, if the mother is over the legal age then we dont have a legal issue. Unless it was not in japan. Do you understand?"

"I-what- Sir I dont-"

"Okay." Talking a bit softer he shuffles in his seat, "You are old enough to know consent and the law, and I fully understand being curious as you grow up but you're still young. Protection is important not only against pregnancy but also STDS. I understand if you're trying to protect the mother or yourself but I need full honesty here." Like a flip of a switch Fentons face flamed bright green as he flailed his hands around.

"Nono! Oh my god- fuck- Elle shes- oh my- Elle isn't my bio daughter! She's not even really my daughter!" Jumping up he looks between him and Todoroki, "She's my clone! Oh my gods, please don't say anything else!" Running his hand over his bright green face Danny uses his other hand to wave at him, "Please stop!"

"You don't have a daughter?"

"NO!" Aizawa would have laughed at the humiliation waving off of Danny but he too was feeling rather embarrassed, that and he was filled with relief that one of his kids was not a father.

"This Elle?"

"My clone! She was made by my nemesis Vlad, remember when I mentioned him!?" Aizawa did remember, it was hard to forget that his 14-year-old student was feuding with a grown man. "Yeah she has my DNA and some would technically call me her father but that is not how we work! She's 12! We just say that to mess with people, it was a joke!"

"Well okay, I'm glad we had this talk and I'm glad you're not responsible for a child." standing up Aizawa pauses, "Nezu?"

"He knows everything about back home, he asks so many questions." Falling against Todoroki Danny hid his bright green face in the others blazer. “Please stop.”

“Well... Good.” Walking back to his desk Aizawa felt his own face burn.

At least he didn't have a child...

(I googled the age of consent in Japan for this and It made me sick, at least their ministry panel has tried to raise it...)

@deltaoftheufe I wrote it!

[moonschildsworld]

REGRETS — NAGI SEISHIRO

— featuring: pro player!nagi seishiro, pro player!rensuke kunigami, x fem!reader

— summary: in which nagi seishiro broke up with you to focus on his soccer career, went out of contact for 3 years just to be reunited at the match where he is playing against your current boyfriend's team.

— warning: slight angst, mention of self-harm, fluff (puppy-like boyfriend), happy ending for readers

☆ song association: ghostin' by Ariana Grande

you were typing out your report for the company's progress this week, but your mind is barely focus on whatever your fingers are typing out. how could you when your boyfriend of 4 years has been ghosting you for almost a month now, I'm talking about full straight on ghosting, the last message was your message left on delivered 'goodluck for the match', not even fucking seen.

sure it was normal for you both to apart due to his oversea schedule, the longest was 3 months but he kept you updated atleast once a day even if his schedule is packed, he'd steal a quick moment to text you a simple 'busy' so you know what's going on.

you were worried sick, but you weren't letting it show on your face, probably only because anything hardly shows on your face. you weren't about to go on a frantic search for your boyfriend because the last time he updated you, he was in Spain for a match, so how do you even find him? not to mention, the first thing he'd always do after flying back from his schedule, is to crash in your apartment, clinging onto you for the entire night as he said to be 'effective for recharging'

it was just silence since you were working alone over time to finish the report and the sound of repeated taps of keyboard and your mind running long and wild imagining what could've happened to the worrisome boyfriend of yours. your body jolts up as you were being snapped out of your thought by a sound of notification alarming someone had text you, your hand immediately reached out and check the notification, like an answer to your prayer it was a text from nagi.

sei♡:

i'm at your apartment.

sent 8:24pm

it was as if a huge weight has been lifted off your shoulders when you see his text confirming he is actually still alive and well, you type out a simple response, 'be right there' smiling slightly as you shut down your phone and can finally focus on finishing your report in a lightning speed, ka chow. ⚡

you unlocked the front door of your apartment, entering while sliding off your heels, "sei?" you called out to him softly. Not hearing a response, not even a tired "mhm" he usually drags out of his mouth to let you know he's there. anxiety bubbling up in your chest as you starts walking toward your living room, there you see him different from his usual 'laid down on the couch drowning in a fluffy blanket' pose, instead he was sitting there slightly croaching, arms rest on his thighs, his face raised on his palms with a serious expression.

as he heard your footsteps approaching, he raises his head up to look at you, "you're back" he mumbles, he seemed to be lost in his thoughts not to even hear you calling out to him just a minute ago. you nod as a response and went to take a seat at the edge of the couch rather than crashing on top of him to nuzzle into his embrace like usual, you weren't dumb and you could read that the mood wasn't for what you'd usually do.

you both sit in silence, waiting for each other to start talking first. as usual, you were the one to break the silence, "what's up?" you finally asked, trying to conceal the anxiety that is bubbling all over your chest.

silence once again, for awhile you just sit there staring at the floor, your head trying to figure out what this is all about and what will it leads to, your thoughts were cut when nagi finally speaks up, "i want to break up"

that sentence makes your stomach drop, your heart skips a beat, not in a good way obviously. a million of "why?"s and your brain digging up past memories to see if you had fucked up at some points, any kind of reasons that would lead to this. you part your lips to speak up, wanting to bombard him with questions, but nothing comes out, you were too shocked. out of the sudden? after ghosting me for a whole month? what the hell happened in Spain?

nagi tried to study your expressions as he speaks on, "I want to focus on my soccer career" he explains quietly. your head drops hanging down trying to avoid his piercing cold gaze that you once loved staring into. huh? it hasn't gotten in your ways since the start of your relationship, hell you were supportative the whole way, there are leftover scars on the back of your hand from you digging your nails deeply into your skin trying to stop yourself from spamming million of texts asking where he was for the past month, just so you wouldn't be disturbing him. you tried to bring all the patience you have in you to never text him unless he texts you first, you avoid anything that could get in his career's way.

you had things you wanted to say, but you bite your lip and sit in silence, knowing that the words you want to say wouldn't come out gently, you'd be yelling it out and you don't want that, you don't want things to escalate, you don't want him to look at you in different light after.

once again silence, even the ants are holding their breath with the tension, "I've started to really get into soccer, I don't think my natural talents is enough at this point, our last opponents made it very clear" your eyes bloodshots, your chest gets more and more stuffy as he explains on, your ears are ringing and you're finding it hard to even breathe, his explanation are going in one side of your ear and exiting the other side, "it gets me thinking that our relationship is unnecessary so‐" with the last sentence, you feel something snaps, "okay" you cut him off hurriedly.

you stand up with your head still hanging down, you weren't gonna let him see what kind of expression you had, you weren't even sure what kind of expression you had on, "I get it so" you pause for a bit to take a deep breathe, "you can leave the spare keys on the dining" you barely finish off your words before hurriedly walk into your room as tears were threatening to fall out, you slam the door shut and locking it before sniffles start spilling out as you cover your mouth trying to not be loud, you could finally spill everything out loud once you hear the front door being opened and closed. you spent the whole night crying your guts out with your body collapsing against your bedroom door.

of course you had hopelessly wish when the morning comes you would open your eyes to see nagi snoozing next to you all peaceful like it was all just a bad dream, or he would come over the next morning to apologize and try to make things right, but as you hopelessly wish, it's just a hopeless wish. Nagi disappeared from that day on, and you go out of your ways to try to avoid anything related to him, anything at all.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

That was almost 3 years ago, now here you both are, standing in front of each other in front of the game stadium.

You were scrolling on your phone waiting for your boyfriend to come escort you until your ear catches an overly familiar voice calling out to you, you raise your head up from your phone to meet nagi's gaze that was burning into you, with a sense of longing, regrets, and remorse. In that moment, you felt like the time stops between the two of you, you were there standing and staring at each other not caring about crowd of people trying to squeeze into the game stadium.

"...sei" you finally open up your mouth. nagi ears perk up from the sweet sweet voice that he used to love hearing his nickname from, the voice he had been longing for, he felt goosebumps all over his body and a tug at his heart. nagi was standing straight awkwardly after hearing you call out his name, like nothing had changed, as always you were the one breaking the silence, "are you playing?" you automatically formed a forced smile from the awkwardness.

"yeah..what are you doing here?" his eyes are filled with anticipation, like he wants to hear a specific answer. "oh, i'm-" you were about to reply when your words get cut off when you feel a huge weight hugging you from behind, "baby, did you wait long?" a deep voice chimes out to you, you turn your head head to look at kunigami already staring down with a sweet smile.

"i was thinking about taking a nap waiting for you come" you retort sarcastically while rolling your eyes playfully earning a small chuckle from kunigami as he bends down to kiss your eyelid as in a way to ask for forgiveness, "coach took too long" he says with a pout, what an ironic expression from a guy that looks like he could kill just by staring at someone.

you snort at his pout, then you snaps your head back to nagi who were watching the whole thing with an unreadable expression, "oh sei, this is my boyfriend" you turn your attention back to nagi, "wait are you playing against each other today?" you asked once you notice their jerseys are of different clubs.

"...yeah" nagi took a while before answering, somehow his blunt answer made things very awkward. kunigami kept clinging onto you from behind and planting small kisses above your head the whole time, "let's go baby, i'll take you to your seat" he says as he grabs your hand from the side and turns back to guard you away after nodding toward nagi as to saying 'excuse us'

you were stopped when nagi asked out, "do you think I'll do well today?" you stopped walking at the unexpected question, well not unexpected, he had always asked you that for assurance the night before his match, but at this scenario it's very unsettling.

you turn your head back slowly toward nagi and flash a small smile, "you always do well, don't doubt your skill" is what you've always repeatedly say to reassure him but this time, it sounds different to him, nagi knows you're sincere but there was something missing in your usual tone. you turn back and continue walking off with kunigami.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

Kunigami escorts you to a vip seat above the stadium that has a view of the whole stadium. You notice that he has a gloomy expression as he sits you down and place some extra pillows and blankets to make sure you're comfy when you watch.

"since when you were such a mastermind?" your questions make his head snaps up, his eyes widen with your question and a guilty look flash on his face, "you noticed?" his tone is low and guilty.

you scoff at him, "i guessed, but you confirmed it just now" kunigami drops on his knees in front of you and sneak his arms around your waist as he plants his head on your thighs, "you're so mean" your hands move to his head and caress his hair softly.

nagi wasn't a stranger to kunigami, obviously because they work in the same industry and had competed against each other, whether in friendly matches or important ones. but we're talking about knowing nagi fairly well from you calling out his name in your sleep as you sniffle, you crying alone in the bathroom when you lock yourself in there as kunigami helplessly wait for you outside the door, he coulldn't do anything but wait patiently there to help you any time if you would just utter a single request of help. all he could ever do was hug you tight when you had reoccuring bad dreams from your past memories.

you were in a bad, I mean really bad place after the break up, you were doing everything and anything to distract yourself from your thoughts, or flash back memories of nagi's face, even those happy memories would haunt you every night, you'd slam your head onto the wall multiple times till your forehead bleeds if your head dares to flash his face or any kind of memories associate with him at all in your mind, after you pretending to be all fine and casual in front of your friends, somehow they could see right through you this time, that's how you know it's really fucking bad.

you'd come home from work just to immediately drop your facade as well as your body on the apartment's floor and bawl your eyes out, it went on for like forever. you felt as if there was no way out of this misery, that you would always be stuck with it. you had desperately prayed for a pill that could make you forget all the memories you had of that man.

he's not especially forgettable, he was your first love, you were high school sweethearts, even if he didn't go to college with you, he was pretty well known around there for his growing fame as a prodigy athlete, especially for being your boyfriend, power-couple was what they'd call you both. your friends would always gush out on how you both are so similar and how you were a perfect-match, soulmates. those sure were praises to your ears back then but after the break up?, it would've been better if we weren't so alike, if I could be the opposite of him and tried to cling onto him, would he have stay?

the next stage of grief was anger, you were mad, fuming, after all that sacrifices you've made for him? sure it was all of your own accords but he benefitted a tons out of it, you were dedicated to living a fun, perfect life to show him that you are better than okay being without him, that's how you drunkenly met the love of your life on the first day of 'flipping your life around' , thinking back he was probably a knight in shining armor, your hero. he stopped you from getting into even more trouble if you had continued going clubbing.

you ended up hooking up with him drunk on the first day after all, that should've been the end of it as you both were out of your mind, you could've moved on with your life but no. that sneaky kunigami put on a sob story on how you had taken his virginity in a drunken state and you had to make it up to him, he tagged himself around you on his day off and you couldn't really shake him off since he'd bring up 'that night you took his innocence away'

tagging along with you outside turns into staying over at your place to hang out during the day to staying overnights, as days went on and on, you had noticed nagi stays out of your mind everytime you're with kunigami's company until he slowly dominated your mind as a whole, and atlas you've finally opened your heart to him just around the end of last year's new year eve, wait maybe he had always been a mastermind? needlessly to say that he was over the moon when you had decided to accepted him officially. he had been so patient, helping you heal to his best ability. you've put this sweet boy through more than one ever should. that's why you're set on doing anything to make him happy as long as he sticks around.

it couldn't have been a coincidence that he purposely not tell you who his team is up against today, you thought that he might've forgotten but after seeing nagi, the puzzle pieces came together. he must've wanted nagi to feel bitter about it, to grovel over he had missed out on, a little childish on his side since you only need your hero by your side to survive anything right now.

"you're not really good at being one" you tease him and the pout that was already on his lips grew even bigger, he then bites your thighs roughly, you winced in pain and slaps his head, "what the hell ren!"

he raises his head close to your face staring up at you, "..you said he'd play good as always" his tone clearly showed that he was sulking. your eyebrow raised up and you blink your eyes multiple times before bursting into laughter.

"it's not funny..." he grumbles after seeing you laugh, "I said he'd play good as always, not that he'd play better than you" I tap his nose with my index finger. His eyes light up after your assurance and he then snuggles onto your neck and leaves small kisses on your collarbones, 'what a puppy'

he clings onto you for a few more minutes before dragging his feet to leave with a sullen face since he had to do another round of routine before the match starts, you giggle at his dejected puppy look. you finally had to time alone with your thoughts after he had left.

you let out a big sigh as you recall back what happened in the past hour. you had always imagine how it'd be or how would you act if you come across nagi again since that day, contradictorily you were calmer than in any of the scenarios you had imagine, probably because you have kunigami now. As kunigami pops inside your head, your lips unknowingly curled up to form a smile.

it's been a while since your mind had gone back and thought about your past relationship. it wasn't an exaggeration to say you were a major pushover, not that nagi wanted you to be one, you were one by nature, like they all said you and nagi were similar, and you thought so too.

whenever nagi did something upsetting, you'd get mad but calm down once you try to understand it from nagi's point of view, and always end up doing things his way and go out of your way to justify his actions, since 'that's what I would want me to do if I were nagi'

there weren't just downsides to the relationship of course, the best thing out of it was that you both understand each other so well, you both have the same ideals and principals making it super comfortable to stay by each other's side, that was probably why you wanted to remain 'understanding' until the end, you didn't want to lose the only best part of the relationship.

kunigami is the exact opposite of you, not in a bad way, well he was pretty annoying at first but once you get comfortable, he had, without your acknowledgement, became essential in your life. his straight forward and blunt nature brought out a positive change from you, he tells you to speak your mind, communicate literally everything with you, doing the most absolute ridiculous shit if he knows it would put a smile on your lovely face.

'you look better when you're smiling'

'get mad more, you look hot'

'the hero will always obey his princess'

without batting an eye, he says the cheesiest out of the chessy things, his willingness to show himself nakedly to express everything is what you've always admire and been learning from.

now you're showing a lot more of your expressions and thoughts you're used to hiding. he used to need to force it out of you but you're getting quite comfortable with it now, even your friends have pointed out that you look much brighter now.

you weren't gonna disregard the love you had toward nagi and definitely DO NOT regret all the love you had given, it was most authentic and purest you could've given. it just couldn't work out since you were the only one giving things up all the time.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

everyone has a specific suitable 'love' for them, you aren't really sure yet to what kind of love suits you, but you're comfortably getting used to kunigami's and adapting yours too. It's safe to say you'll be happy for a whole while, perhaps your entire life?

author note; hello<3 this is a work of mine after taking a break from writing for a loooong time, I'm not really sure how to feel about it so please lmk what u think T^T

p.s i want to write a nagi pov of this, what do you think? ~☆

NAGI'S POV IS OUT!

[magebunkshelf]

Do you have any tips/useful information for people who want to start making audio rps?

(Also love ur content sm!!! Mitch is the most lovable little guy)

Aw thank you so much! Love him too!

This is a great question, had to think about it for a bit;

If you want to dabble with making audios, feel free to start off with public scripts! I think there's subreddits like ASMR script haven (IIRC?) that has public scripts that can be filled by anyone. Just be sure to read the author's conditions carefully i.e. credit, terms of use, what can be changed etc. Right at the start I recorded a public script to try and get started, it's a great way to just jump right into making something to learn the ropes of it without also first having to write an entire script for it too. Filling public scripts is a fantastic way to start off, however I reckon writing your own stories is a major part of the fun!

You don't need an expensive mic, but audio quality is a very important factor. Do some test recordings and listen back to them (with headphones!) and see how it sounds. This is especially important for whispered scenes (DO NOT get too close to the mic or breathe on it!) or loud scenes (DO NOT peak the mic!). If your mic has a gain / input dial, play with that before recording! Just start with mono to begin with, play with stereo if your mic supports it after you become familiar with it. Aim for your recording to be no louder than -6db at the highest, if you can keep your voice roughly between like -20 and -6 that tends to sound reasonably natural.

Do your best to eliminate external sounds! If you have AC or anything like that on, turn it off. I have to shut down my main PC and record with only my editing Mac on because the PC fans are much louder and my mic is very sensitive! There'll pretty much always be background fuzz, some mics will just have some, but try to make your room as quiet as you can. Your software may have some background noise removal tools, I use filters for that (expensive so I can't recommend them), but DO NOT use the noise removal tool in Audacity! It's terrible!

Speaking of, Audacity is decent to get started with. It's good basic recording software, plus multiplatform. For a while I preferred recording on Windows with Audiodope, also very simple, plus I liked that it asks me whether I wanted to record in mono or stereo first in case I forget to switch, I currently record on Mac with ocenaudio which does the same, while Audacity won't ask, you have to go into settings. Anyway Audacity is okay to start with for editing, it's free, but from what I understand it's a "destructive" editing software in that after you make a change like adding a filter, you can't then go back in and change it other than just undoing, which I really don't like, plus changing the timing of things looks fiddly. I don't know what to recommend to move up from, I've heard good stuff about Reaper but it looks very complicated. Avoid Adobe unless you have a free subscription from somewhere else. I edit entirely in Final Cut Pro so I can't recommend that unless you're on Mac, plus it's my old work software and expensive! If you need sound effects, I use freesound.org, there are other great free resources as well, but make sure you check each individual sound effect's license before use.

Once you've edited the audio and want to turn it into a video, I've heard good stuff about Da Vinci Resolve and Kden Live, both are free! Make a video canvas of 1920 x 1080, FPS doesn't especially matter if you only have a still thumbnail, 25 or 30 is fine, and render it out as a h264 mp4 if you're not sure what to select! Good compression for internet video, good for streaming. Try to record and export your audio as wav if you have enough space, wav is uncompressed audio so it maintains full quality but they can get large.

I also make my thumbnails in-edit but you may want to use external software like Gimp to make them. Avoid getting random stuff of google especially anime boys / girls, and definitely don't ever use an artist's stuff without asking for permission + giving proper credit. Using pre-built generators like Picrew is totally fine, just be sure to credit where you got it from, but 100% avoid AI generators, obviously. Be careful with Adobe stock images, apparently there's AI slop in there too. You don't need art for audios though, they're a nice to have bonus, but many of my most viewed videos have no art at all. If you need background images, I like unsplash.com because it has a free license! Read over it yourself but basically you're able to use pretty much any image they have in your videos!

Just jump in and try making something small, never start with your magnum opus! I started with the introverted incubus character because I'm a very shy person myself, it was an easier role to get started with! If you want to start writing your own scripts too there's a lot we could talk about there as well, just try to picture the scene from the perspective of the listener, what they may be thinking or feeling at any given moment, not just the perspective of the character you're going to be playing!

This was a lot and I don't think I covered much, I hope some of it helps though!!

[splatsvilles-fashionista]

Splatoon 3 Version 6.1 Patch Notes Breakdown

That time of the month again! Let's take a quick look at these together, and that part is actually important, because people have cross-referenced the Japanese and English patch notes and confirmed that there are several mistranslations in the latter, so stick with me as we roll through these!

This patch is heavily focused on balance changes, and outside of those, the only thing that isn't a bugfix is of course the Mincemeat Metalworks renovation. With that out of the way, let's look at the Main Weapon changes:

N-Zap gets two more damage, which makes it combo better with other sources of damage like the splash damage from the '85's Suction Bomb. There seems to always be a completely unnecessary Shooter buff in every patch nowadays, and this is the one this time, but it's at least balanced out by the fact that this weapon is also getting nerfed further down the notes, but we'll get there.

Dynamo Roller will now deal lethal damage in a wider spread than it did previously. Splat Roller got this buff a while ago and it was pretty good for it, so this is a definitive W for Dynamo mains everywhere.

Flingza Roller gets the exact same buff, plus a buff that cuts 5 white ink frames off its' vertical flick. Some nice quality of life for sure.

Inkbrush now moves faster, cheaper. Three percent doesn't sound like a lot, but I promise you that even such a small change is going to throw your aim off quite a bit, so get ready to get circles run around you in Clam Blitz even more than you already do.

The Brella gets 13% better ink efficiency off its shots, and that's quite a lot! Brella likes to play the long game and draw out fights, and most builds for it run a lot of Ink Saver Main as a result, so this should give it some more ability flexibility.

Undercover Brella can now... do full jumps while firing? I don't think this is a very impactful change, but it is neat, and I think if used properly could be a way to get more mileage out of your shield and avoid damage.

This is a mistranslation!

The first change is actually the complete opposite of what it says in the patch notes. They did not reduce Squeezer's ink consumption when tap-firing, but increase it, making the cost tap-shots 9% more. It'll also paint slightly worse when holding down the firing button, and considering how this weapon has been utterly dominant at all levels of play both of these changes are fair.

Ballpoint gets a small accuracy decrease in long-range mode, which frankly seems a bit uncalled for, because this weapon hasn't been on top of the metagame for a long time. At least it's also kind of a paint buff?

And finally for Main Weapon changes, Stamper gets its charge slash paint cut by 10%. Compared to the changes this weapon has been getting in the past it's a bit of a slap on the wrist, but it does in fairness paint really well, and Neo Splatana Stamper does put out a lot of Crab Tanks, so this isn't an unjust change.

After that comes two Special changes, and these are very interesting:

Wave Breaker will now immediately locate enemies upon being placed for a short while. They don't specify the range or time of the effect, but I have to imagine it'll be within the same area of effect as the Wave Breaker's Waves. Giving it an immediate effect is really cool to me, it makes me think of Splatoon 1's Echolocator, which Wave Breaker already kind of felt like a rework of to begin with.

THIS IS A MISTRANSLATION TOO AND IT'S EVEN WORSE THAN THE LAST ONE

Again, this change is the complete opposite, reading the text you'd think this was a nerf to Ink Storm, but it's actually a buff, because it makes you heal faster in Kid Form when inside your own team's Ink Storms. This is essentially completely unprecedented, as we've never had anything that messes with the health regeneration system like this before, and I'm very curious to see how it shakes out.

And finally we have the Points-For-Special changes:

Neo Sploosh, Forge Pro, Luna, Bamboozler, and Zink Mini all get their Points-For-Special cut by 10 (a change Forge has been begging for since it released, seriously starting it at 210p was completely unreasonable) while Slattershot, N-Zap '85 (here's that nerf I mentioned at the very top of the list), Tri-Slosher nouveau, and Heavy Edit Splatling get another 10p added to their Special charge.

Overall I think this is a pretty good patch that has some really interesting ideas in it, but there is also a very notable omission. They went after all of the most popular Tacticooler weapons, and increased their Special charge, except for Snipewriter 5H. Snipewriter has been skyrocketing in popularity in competitive player for its' ability to serve as paint support, long-range damage, and Tacticooler spammer, all at once, and it got completely overlooked here. I suspect that nanowrimo is coming early in the world of competitive Splatoon 3, because everyone is getting their pencils ready.

[socra-time]

Naruto Episode Comments, Ep 31-40

Ep 31:

-again, I like that other characters are doing the title voiceover instead of Naruto (it’s Lee this time)

-god the writer is really doing Sakura so fucking dirty

-I love Lee so much, he’s my cringefail but also badass son

-Neji was NOT having any of Team 10’s bullshit

-the way Sakura says Lee’s full name makes it sound like she’s saying “broccoli”

-I like that even though Neji is kinda an edgelord and clearly looks down on others, he’s still more cooperative with his team than Sasuke is. It’s clear that he’s more experienced than Sasuke

-at this point Lee has had two fights and Sakura has still had zero. Justice for Sakura

Ep 32:

-finally Sakura gets to do something hoorayyyy. -The hair-cutting moment was nice actually

-little Ino’s hair is so cute, she should’ve kept it short

-why do Ino and Sakura have more of a compelling relationship than Sakura and Sasuke do lmao

Ep 33:

-the soundtrack switchup into more upbeat music was kinda jarring ngl

-I love how Shikamaru and Choji don’t even object to Ino calling their team “Team Ino”

-Shikamaru’s shadow possession is one of the cooler powers we’ve seen so far, I’m curious to see if there’s anything besides immobilization he can do with it

-aw I actually like Team 10 more than I thought I would

-I love how it’s this big deal that Sasuke was going to kill someone when a couple episodes ago Kiba, Shino, and Hinata literally trapped people with man-eating leeches

Ep 34:

-Lee is so pure of heart, dumb of ass. I feel like I might not have liked him as much if I watched this show as a kid but I actually adore him

-awwww the kiddos are bonding

-Neji needs to get his antisocial ass down from the trees and talk to the others

-Akamaru is such a lil babyyyyyyy I wanna give him hug

-Kiba wanting to steal more scrolls has its pros and cons but he’s kinda right? As people with good tracking abilities, Team 8 kinda has an advantage in this phase of the exam, so they might as well press that advantage and pick off a bit of the competition

-lmao not Kiba calling Gaara tiny-

-the implications of Kiba smelling blood in Gaara’s sand are so fucked-up. Like he’s killed so many people with the sand that there’s just blood mixed in there

-Jesus fucking Christ Gaara

-Gaara has officially won the edgelord competition and it’s not even close

Ep 35:

-I fully thought the Heaven and Earth scrolls would be blank ngl

-Naruto and Sakura should have consulted with Sasuke before deciding to open their scroll, it should have been a team decision

-Naruto really sucks at all aspects of being a ninja that don’t involve duking it out with enemies

Ep 36:

-I like the muffled vocal effect on the illusions guy

-Naruto is one tenacious fucker lmao

-and Sasuke continues to not be able to catch a break

Ep 37:

-Iruka is so fond of Naruto and it’s so cute

-Lee and Gai continue to be peak characters

-this government system sounds kinda sus ngl

Ep 38:

-there were a lot of “secret” conversations in this episode that were in blatant earshot of other people. Like Anko was literally yelling at Kakashi about how dangerous the curse mark was in front of all the genin

-I don’t think I like that Sasuke goes in the first match, it cuts some of the hype buildup

-and as usual Sasuke can’t catch a fuckin break

Ep 39:

-to the surprise of absolutely no one, Sasuke won

-the sharingan is so fucking broken and ngl if I had to work super hard to train my jutsu and then here comes Sasuke fucking Uchiha who just… copies it, I’d be pissed as hell

-Sasuke really should have told Naruto about the curse mark. Like he says it’s because they’re a team and he doesn’t want Naruto to worry, but also they’re a team so he should TELL HIS TEAMMATES what’s going on with him

-the theme that plays when Orochimaru reveals himself to Kakashi goes so hard

Ep 40:

-Shino is so fucking cool but also I would never ever ever want to fight him

-“Orochimaru stop taking advantage of vulnerable hurt children by offering them power” challenge: failed epically

[fanfic-enthusiast]

Could I please request headcanons of one of the other bishops catching Leshy in an act of intimacy with a follower? I can imagine there might be a bit of internal conflict, depending on that bishop's values, between different things they may think are right. I.e. "They're a bishop and his follower, so do I stop this? They both clearly want to do this, so do I give them privacy and pretend I never walked in on them?"

OOOoooo juicy!! This probably happened before they all got injured.

Warning NSFW Themes

Heket

She made the unfortunate mistake of not sending a letter ahead of her before visiting her little brother. Traveling instantly through the lands has its pros and cons.

Appearing through the floor inside his temple, she didn’t see him in the main room and figured he was in his chambers. Thankfully she heard what was going on inside before she opened the door.

I think she left just as quickly as she came, not uttering so much as a word as she absconded back to Anura.

Needless to say she is working very hard to burn that memory out of her head with mushrooms. And for the most part is successful.

As for the fact that it was a follower he was with, her general philosophy is, "They're here to serve us." She will probably caution Leshy in privet to, "not let that follower think themselves superior to you."

Other then that she would prefer never to talk or think on that unfortunate incident ever again.

~

Kallamar

He came to Darkwood to ask Leshy if he had messed with his sword collection. Things had been moved from where they were supposed to be in his weapons room. 

Marching through the temple too caught up in his own thoughts to realize why exactly the temple was so empty and why the door to Leshy’s personal chambers were closed. 

“I thought I told you to stay away from my collections! They're valuable and fragile and I-” He cuts himself off after making eye contact with Leshy and his follower.  Quickly ducking out of the room and slamming the door behind him with a “OHMYGOODNESSGRACIOUS-” along with various retching sounds. Needless to say he will be knocking on Leshy’s door every time from now onwards. 

Leshy finds him in the main room of his temple looking a little green in the gills and makes his older brother promise not to tell Shamura. 

“Fine. Just stay away from my collections.” 

Kallamar’s opinion on Leshy’s relationship is pretty much the same as Heket’s so long as it doesn't effect their status as bishops he doesn’t care who Leshy sleeps with. 

~

Shamura

They needed Leshy’s insight on some odd animal behaviors in Silk Cradle, yes they could just consult the endless number of scrolls and tomes on their shelves but sometimes one on one talks were the easiest solution. Their little brother was always so in tune with the chaos of nature after all. 

They hummed as they appeared through the floor of the main temple room only to find it empty. Odd but not a problem. The spider made their way to Leshy’s personal chambers but stopped once they heard what was going on through the door. 

Once the momentary shock had passed they knocked on the door and the sound inside stopped. Moments later after some shuffling Leshy’s face poked out from around the opened door. 

“Hello brother, I require your insight on a matter in my domain when you get a moment. I know you're busy in there-”

“Shamura I-”  “I don’t need an explanation Leshy, but expect a review on safe sexual practices. And no you're not getting out of it.”

“Please no not again-”

“Oh and bring your partner you have in there as well. Only right for them to be fully educated on such matters as well.” 

Leshy and his partner for the evening are essentially forced to listen to and extensive birds and bees lecture. 

Doesn’t matter to Shamura if they're a follower or not, just that they take good care of Leshy and make him happy. Anything less and they don’t deem them fit to be in such a position. 

~

Narinder

Finally a chance to prank Leshy back for all the times the worm has messed with him!

Narinder slides through the doors of Leshy’s temple with supplies in hand. Mostly bowls of only the most rancid “food” Narinder could get his hands on. With the plan to throw this at the worm when his back was turned. 

Leshy was missing from the main room of the temple, which meant he was elsewhere inside. Perfect! 

He crept slowly up to the door of his brother’s personal quarters and just barely heard Leshy talking inside, low enough where he couldn’t make out what was being said. He muffled his giggles as best he could to avoid detection. 

Narinder threw open the door and quickly threw the overflowing bowl towards his brother before he could fully witness the scene in front of him. 

He realized exactly what Leshy had been doing when his brother quickly shoved him out of the room, nude and absolutely livid. 

Didn’t stop Narinder from cackling in the hallway for a solid half an hour as Leshy calmed down his startled follower partner. 

After Leshy cleaned himself and his partner up, he hunted Narinder down to scream at him. Which only made the cat laugh harder. 

“Can’t handle a little payback little brother?”

No remorse for his actions, especially for the follower. They're just tools for him and his siblings after all. 

He isn’t laughing like that when Leshy and his partner shave him in retaliation but that’s a story for another time. 

[cherrylng]

Amplifier & Effects [STYLE Series #004 - Muse (August 2010)]

Amplifier & Effects The pedals that are key to Matthew's sound, and the evolution of the amplifiers he uses.

Pedal Board on 1st Japan Tour Matthew's feet are perfectly captured in this photo taken on his first Japan tour. The huge pedal in the centre is a Roland V-Guitar system ‘VG-8’ (the original modelling effects device). Matthew is stepping on the expression pedal ‘EV-5’ connected to it. To the left is what appears to be a Line 6 ‘DL4’ (delay modeller), but the picture is not clear enough to be certain. A Marshall amp can also be seen in the background.

Rack Equipment-A Rack mainly containing effects-related items. Spatial effects such as TC electronic TC2290 (delay multi), Line 6's Echo Pro (delay modeller) and Korg's SDD-3000 (delay multi). In addition to the rack effectors, there are a number of compacts in the drawers and switchers and mixers to control them.

Drawer-1 Contents of the top drawer. Clockwise from top left: Digitech ‘Whammy’ (MIDI-compatible ‘WH4’), Pete Cornish's ‘TB-83 Extra’ (treble booster), Human Gear's ‘Animato’ (distortion), Keely's ‘Compressor’ (compression). (treble booster), Human Gear's ‘Animato’ (distortion), Keely's ‘Compressor’ (compressor), MXR's ‘Phase100’ MXR's ‘Phase100’ (phaser). The use of the Japanese-made ‘Animato’ pedal is a bit of a surprise.

Drawer-2 Contents of the bottom drawer. Clockwise from top left: BOSS ‘OC-2’ (octaver), ‘AC-2’ (acoustic simulator), ‘PS-5’ (pitch shifter), Digitech ‘Whammy’, Z.Vex's ‘Fuzz Factory’ (fuzz) and Keely's ‘Fuzz Head’ (fuzz).

Rack Equipment-2 Rack contains a wireless receiver (‘UR4D’ from Shure), pre-amps (‘SansAmp PSA11’ from Tech21), ‘VT737SP’ (channel strip equipment) from Avalon, switchers etc. The ‘PSA1 1’ and ‘VT737SP’ may be used for vocals.

Drawer-3 The drawer in this rack holds a Rocktron ‘All Access’ MIDI foot controller. Matthew has the same one under his foot, but this is a slave. This is probably used by the guitar tech to switch tones only when Matthew is unable to operate it.

Translator's Note: Oh god, when I finally reached this part of the article to scan, I suddenly understood the previous article that I translated when the journalist and photographer were talking about Matt's fashion style back in 2000. You really can see his denim jeans being cut off at the hem.

[hurlumerlu]

Bitter, bitter

(another little Not Me fic)

They take way too long to spot him – especially Gram, who should know better and who, when he finally realizes they aren’t alone, just pushes Gene behind him and then fucking freezes, the moron.

Funny, the effect Black tends to have on people.

"Gonna have a panic attack ?" He does not bother to sound sympathetic.

"Heart attack, actually." Hard to tell what’s more insulting : that Gram relaxes when he recognizes him, or that he doesn’t relax entirely. "And if I drop dead because of you Eugene will hate you for life, and that will serve you right."

"Don’t decide what I would or wouldn’t do", she chides, her head popping up over his shoulder. Her cheeks are flushed – unsurprising, given how giddily and enthusiastically they were making out a minute ago – and she seems a little embarassed, but her gaze has its usual quiet, attentive quality. Did he even know she could kiss like that, so recklessly ? He was always careful with her. Caution is all you’ve got when you're bad at tenderness. "Good evening, Black. It’s been a while."

"Eugene."

"Really ?" cuts Gram, propping himself up on his desk. "This is how we’re gonna do this ?" His lips are very red. That makes sense. They would be.

"Mind your own business," Black shoots back before he can think better of it. Behind strands of bleached hair, two incredulous eyes meet his :

"This is my dorm. My door which lock you picked –"

"Great job noticing it, by the way."

"– my beer you’re drinking in my chair. But please tell me how this isn’t my business."

"Eloquent," Black deadpans. "What happened to property is theft ?"

"And what happened to anarchy is an ideology for artists, only applicable in the abstract ?" retorts Gene, because she has a phenomenal memory when it comes to winning an argument.

He shrugs. "I stand by it."

"I’m with him on that one."

"Yeah, because neither of you will open a history book that doesn’t have Laws written on the cover."

For a moment, it almost feels like nothing has changed, like everything is the same as before – before he’d understood just how urgently Todd had to be dealt with and that this was something he needed to do alone.

But if nothing had changed Gene would be nestled against him, not positioned carefully equidistant from the two people facing her. He wonders how Gram feels about that. How he felt about it back then. He always looked happy, and inordinately fond, but – as Black should have kept in mind – that doesn’t actually mean shit. He certainly feels neither joy nor fondness at Gram’s red lips and Gene’s flushed cheeks. Maybe that’s his punishment for choosing Todd over them.

"I came to talk," he says, and drowns Gram’s sarcastic "he wants to talk but it’s not my business" with "I didn’t know Eugene would be here." A mistake.

"What, you can’t talk when I’m here ?"

"No." It’s the truth. Black’s a lousy liar, and he always tells her the truth. The problem is that he can’t voice the rest of it : that he wishes he could, that he’s never been good at it and that wanting only makes things worse. That he remembers exactly how soft her hair was under his palm, and that he may not know how Gram’s hair feel but he does know it smells of basil. That those two phantom sensations burn in his throat, not unlike teargas.

"I promised I’d get out of your life."

"So I should just let you two discuss me between men ?"

"That’s not –" starts Gram. Black shuts him down fast.

"You take it however you want. I have no right to tell you how to feel."

"You could explain, Black ! For once in your life, you could explain yourself !"

"No," he repeats, and pushes himself up. "I’ve taken enough of your time. I’m off."

"Wait !" Gram grabs him by the arm, then winces and lets go before Black can finish weighting the pros and cons of punching him in his fucking mouth. "Wait, please."

"Did you come on your bike ?" asks Gene. She’s eyeing the empty beer bottles. "You should spend the night here."

He doesn’t remind her that she is mad at him, or that this isn’t her room. "I’m not drunk." Maybe he would have been if White hadn’t teased him the other day. Eugene said you’re sooo gentle when you’re wasted. Perhaps he is. He couldn’t risk it.

"But you wouldn’t pass breath-testing. Sleep here, man. Eugene can take the bed and we can take the floor."

"Stop acting like you’re not dating her."

"It’s a one person bed."

"Right. You were absolutely planning to sleep on the floor tonight. That’s why you came in with your hands so far down her –"

"Enough." Anger is back in Gene’s tone. Good. He cannot stand one more second of sad concern. "We just want you to stay."

"Yeah, well," and he’s finally outside, in the corridor, in the clear. "We don’t always get what we want, do we ?"

He turns to look at them, both standing in the doorway, so close to each other like a proper couple, cheeks still a little flushed, lips still a little red. What a waste of an evening.

"See you later I guess," he says, and makes his way down the stairs.

[amaya-writes]

Day Two: Mistlefoe To Mistletoe (Haikyuu x Reader)

Day Two of Amaya's New Year's Event

Summary: When you find yourself stuck under some mistletoe with your high school volleyball rivals the last thing you expected was a confession and kiss, but he certainly seemed to think otherwise.

Warnings: n/a, just fluff!

Characters involved: Kuroo, Oikawa

Kuroo Tetsurou

"I am not doing this right now."

An annoyed sigh left your lips as you spoke, but the sound only served to widen the smirk plastered across Kuroo's lips.

"You know the rules, kitten."

Kitten. It was that endearing nickname he always used when you were in high school, the nickname that made your heart flutter when he would lean across the stands to talk to you during the breaks in his games.

The nickname you pretended to hate because you couldn't fathom why you loved it so much.

It had been years since you switched schools and parted ways from your first high school friends, years since you graduated and moved on to higher education.

Years since you convinced yourself you moved on from Kuroo.

But seeing him at the new year's reunion party you didn't even want to go to seemed to change everything.

"Tetsu-"

"Oh it's Tetsu now, huh?"

A teasing smile tugged on his lips as Kuroo pulled you closer to him by your waist, effectively cutting off anything you could have said to him as his lips moulded against yours.

You could have pushed him away. You should have pushed him away.

But this was Kuroo Tetsurou, the annoying, charismatic, endearing as shit volleyball player you pretended to hate your entire life because you couldn't stand the fact that you liked him.

And if fate wanted the two of you to maybe become something more, then who were you to say no?

Oikawa Tooru

If you had to spend another second watching him flirt with his fans, you would throw up.

When you decided to show up to Yahaba's Christmas party you certainly didn't expect to witness a reunion of all the high school volleyball teams, but the moment was nostalgic enough for you to stay and socialise with your old friends.

However, that was before Oikawa showed up and, as always, stole the show with his seemingly perfect outfit and boisterous attitude.

Even as adults, the women in the room couldn't help but flock to Oikawa as they gushed over his success as a pro volleyball player.

Everyone else seemed to find the sight amusing, but you couldn't seem to ignore the pang of hurt you felt at seeing him casually flirt with them.

Oikawa Tooru could never be yours. That was a realisation your teenage self was forced to accept every time you saw him swap spit with one of his fans after the games.

You were just his annoying academic rival, and now that you graduated, you weren't even that.

"I- I need some air."

Hajime nodded along to your words but didn't bother stopping you as you left the couch to slink to the balcony at the back of the living room.

If only you had noticed the row of green dotting the top of the balcony's door, perhaps you would have considered leaving through the front gate.

But you didn't. Just like you didn't notice the small smirk plastered across Oikawa's face as he left his spot on the couch to trail after you.

"Move, Oikawa, I'm not in the mood."

A playful pout graced his lips at your words, but Oikawa didn't bother moving away from the balcony door.

"I would, darling, but you know the rules of Mistletoe."

His words made you take a step back to stare at the green plant hanging above the two of you.

"Oikawa-"

You raised your hands up in defence as you spoke, but Tooru just used your palms to tug you closer to him until you were inches apart with his hands cradling yours.

"Yes, doll?"

"We don't have to-"

"Oh, but we do. I've wanted to kiss you for five years, I'm not going to let you run away when I finally have the chance."

He didn't give you a chance to acknowledge his confession, instead reaching forward to mould his lips against yours while his hands moved to wrap around your waist and cradle your jaw.

His kiss was soft yet carried a sudden urgency that made you softly tug on his hair as you felt Oikawa pull you in closer, and closer, until you couldn't feel anything except the way his hands gently caressed your skin while his lips moved against yours.

It was electric and made you internally swoon as you felt him pull away for the smallest of seconds before once again leaning in to kiss you.

It was everything you wanted for the past five years, and everything you wished to have for many years to come.

And as the two of you pulled away to stare at each other with wide eyes while the room dissolved in a series of whistles and cat calls, the small smile on Oikawa's face told you enough to know that, unlike high school, this time, Oikawa Tooru would be yours.

[fuckyeahfightlock]

Scary movie of the day was the onerously titled Hell House, LLC Origins: The Carmichael Manor, the third sequel to Hell House, LLC, which I first watched two years ago and liked quite a bit. HHLLC2: The Abbadon Hotel was so boring and poorly assembled I shut it off after about 15 minutes, and never bothered to watch HHLLC3: Lake of Fire. I have been hearing some positive buzz around Origins, so I decided I'd give it a chance.

It's a faux documentary using found footage shot by Margot, the founder of NetSleuths.com, her girlfriend Rebecca who works in real estate, and her brother Chase, who has some history of mental illness but is doing much better now. The three died after spending four nights in the notoriously haunted Carmichael Manor, where a family was murdered a million years ago in 1989.

The found footage is much less annoying that it could be, as the whole film--even the "found" part--is scripted. There are a lot of Dutch angles and some awkward handheld camera movement, but it's well-controlled so it's neither annoying nor motion sickness-inducing. There are some of the usual haunted house tropes--a locked door for which the caretaker has lost the key but "it's just old storage;" the ghosts and other scary scenery are pretty much only visible through the camera; the car won't start; the voice of a loved one is impersonated by the ghosts.

And scary clowns.

I liked a lot of this movie; it had some good scares, likable/sympathetic characters, and a quick-moving plot. But scary clowns? Who were in a cult?? Who committed mass suicide at the tangentially related Abaddon Hotel and probably also murdered the family at the Manor??? AND THE WHOLE TIME ARE CLOWNS????

"Scary" clowns are not scary. They just aren't. Can we all agree? Stylized scary clowns in movies are just the laziest avatar for a Slasher there is, at this point. Once upon a time, there were some real clowns, trying to be funny, who were in some real way kind of creepy or might have been scary to little children.

But "clown" does not equal "monster." Just showing me a clown does not fill me with terror. Even if it's a black and white clown (these are). Even it's got blood in its mouth (these have). Somewhere in the last 20 or 30 years we all seemed to agree that clowns are universally terrifying. This is a lie we tell ourselves and each other, and when the Big Bad in a movie is a clown, sorry, I'm judging you.

There were a lot of technical things that annoyed me about the movie, too, like the fact it was shot entirely digitally and while minor efforts were made to make glitchy video, old VHS, and old film look authentic, the effects used to do so were so wrong. It just took me right out of it. Like, I'm sure Final Cut Pro or whatever has a "VHS-look" filter, and GarageBand probably has an "old videotape/lofi" setting. . .but they suck. It's not that hard to make yr movie look and sound like it was shot on a home video camera from the '80s; these guys clearly just don't care. Most people watching, born recently, will not care, but I was supremely annoyed at how obvious it was that ALL of this movie was shot on an iPhone or a Canon vlogging camera with no regard for authenticity.

Also the girls in the 1989 sequences were dressed like pilgrims.

Also, too, the lead character was both a true crime websleuth AND a ghost-hunter, and those two people are rarely, if ever, the same person. They're just two almost completely separate types of people in two different types of online communities, and it seemed a little too convenient that Margot was both.

I'm complaining a lot but I did like this movie OK. I won't watch it again, but I'd recommend it to anyone who likes a haunting, and/or found footage. It's not nearly as bad as I make it sound.

[flamencodiva]

Underworld's Princess 7

Description: While the Greek God’s and Goddesses hold divine power, there is also a responsibility that comes with that very power. What happens when Illiara, or Y/N as she likes to call herself, decides that those very responsibilities aren’t worth the power? Prepare for the wild adventure of Y/N finding who she truly is, fighting against her blood and her love, as she attempts to break free from the cursed bonds placed upon her and to finally live free.  

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!GreekGoddess!Reader (Eventual)

Warnings: Language, Blood, Violence, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn

Word Count:4877

Beta: @watermelonlipstick (thank you so much for beating this hun! you have no idea how much I appreciate you!)

Also going to thank @writercole and @jensengirl83 you ladies are my ride or die and I love you both soooooo much!

Book Cover on Main Masterlist by: @talesmaniac89 and Dividers by @firefly-graphics Aesthetic Created by: Me 

Underworld’s Princess Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Sam and Dean had driven to Parthenon only to find that the professor had left to lecture at the local college. Professor Nedra Athena Athanasiou (a-tha-nah-see-ou) was beginning to pick up steam on the Ancient Greek Gods when the Winchesters slipped in, having been directed to the class by a sleepy-looking coed. . 

“We start to see that civilization and different societies now segregate based on the gods they worship,” Professor Athanasiou lectured. 

“Like Sparta worshiping Ares and Athens Athena?” A student called out, raising their hand somewhat pointlessly at the same time they spoke. 

“Exactly right,” the professor acknowledged. “But many other gods had their worshipers, and that included Hades. Most notably, when one invokes the name of a God, you garner their attention. So, when invoking Hades, simply call upon the overseer of justice in the afterlife. He determined the worth of your soul.” 

“But didn’t he kidnap Persephone?” The girl who’d asked seemed genuinely disturbed, taking notes furiously with eyebrows twisted in concentration. 

“Ah,” professor Athanasiou chuckled, “The famed story of Hades and Persephone. There are many versions of the story. But I have discovered an ancient tablet in the very sacred area of the Archeon river in Ephyra. Rumors circulate that the river is the gateway to the Underworld. While Hades did not have a large following of worshipers, he had a small cult, the Oracles of the Dead. These were simple seers who could predict the death of someone. They would commune with Thanatos and then see the judgment of the soul Hades had placed on them.” 

“Doesn’t that mean that they were risking Hades' wrath? I mean, to worship the dead or underworld was a bad omen, wasn’t it?” 

“Yes, that is the assumption,” professor Athanasiou agreed with her student. “And yet, Lord Hades is said to be compassionate when it comes to grief. The Necromanteion of Acheron was a place for mourners to commune with their lost loved ones. It is for those who respected Hades and his rule over the souls of our world. Considering that most stories are about Zeus and his exploits.” She paused for dramatic effect. “We all can see how just because he oversees the souls and determines their worth, Hades was a pussy cat in comparison.” 

Much of the class chuckled. 

To his surprise, Dean found himself interested in the volley between them.. A small part of him wondered about the god and his wife. 

“If Hades didn’t kidnap Persephone,” he called out, “then what’s the skinny there?”  

“Dean, what are you–” Sam began, quickly cut off by the professor. 

“That is the conversation we were supposed to have,” she chuckled. “But Hades stumbled upon the young goddess when she approached his gate. She had demanded entrance to see how things worked. That, and she was curious about the lord of the Underworld.” The class laughed again when she put bogeyman-like emphasis on ‘underworld’, and Sam thought it sounded genuine. She was good–not every professor could keep college kids on the edge of their seats about old stories like this. 

Dean leaned his elbows on his thighs, resting his head in his hands as he listened. Sam wasn’t sure what angle his brother was going for, but whatever kept Dean invested in research was fine by him. 

“Hades knew that Demeter would not want her daughter consorting with the dead and other creatures of the Underworld, so he demanded she leave,” professor Athanasiou continued. “Hades had Cerberus guard the gates and deny entry to the young Persephone. But the young Goddess was determined to explore the Underworld and learn about its ruler. You see,” she paused and looked at her students. “It’s hotly debated whether Hades was a true Olympian.”

“Wouldn’t calling him an Olympian mean he had a throne on Olympus?” A student asked from the back of the room. 

“And therein lies the debate,” the professor announced, “For one to be considered an Olympian, one must have a throne on Olympus. But Hades is a part of the Olympic Gods as he is the third brother to Zeus, and he helped both to defeat the Titans and imprison them. This is the paradox we find ourselves in.” 

“Persephone brought three gifts for Cerberus. Each head wanted something different,” she progressed. “The first head to her left loved balls. The middle head was fond of bones to chew on, and the third head loved to eat fresh meat.” 

Professor Athanasiou used her body to act out the actions she narrated. Dean couldn’t help but smirk at the professor's teaching method, but perked up when she continued the story. 

“Once Persephone was sure she gained Cerberus’ trust,” she narrated, “the young Goddess made her way towards the river where the ferryman Charon awaited. As we all know, Charon is the ferryman who takes souls to Lord Hades to be assessed and placed in Tartarus, where one is tortured for all eternity. Or the Elysian fields where you live your days in peace.” 

Dean raised his hand, “So this is the Greeks’ version of the uh, pearly gates and the deep fryer?” He glanced around when the students near him snickered at the rough gestures above and below he’d made, the apparent annoyance on his face only decipherable to Sam as covering up a touch of self-consciousness.

“One can make that assessment, yes.” The professor offered him a smirk. “I’m sorry, you seem rather new to my class and –” 

“I do apologize, Ma’am,” Dean offered. “I’m looking to transfer and I was told this class was taught by a goddess, who is passionate about Greek History and Mythology. I have to say they were right. .” 

“Hmmm,” the professor blushed and winked at him. “I hope my lecture so far has wine and dined you today. Thought you might want to tone the flirting down a bit. ” 

“Yes, Ma’am,” Dean chuckled. 

“Now,” professor Athanasiou continued, “Persephone would sneak into the Underworld and shadow Lord Hades for days. She watched as he passed judgment on the souls that entered the Underworld. She could see that his eyes were filled with sadness and loneliness. Something that had the young goddess’s heart ache. She didn’t like seeing the Lord of the Underworld in pain, much less that he was technically her Uncle. Then again, these are the Gods we are discussing, but that is a discussion for another day. Anyway, seeing Hades look sad and lonely propelled the young Goddess to reveal herself.” 

Professor Athanasiou paced in front of her desk as she continued. Persephone had begun to annoy Hades with trivial questions such as his favorite hobby and what he thought of the stars. Dean couldn’t help but wonder why the Goddess of Agriculture wanted to be with a God who handled dead souls day in and day out. 

Dean continued to listen intently as the professor reached the climax. 

“For all the time that Persephone had gone to visit Hades,” she stated, “Her mother, Demeter, had begun to notice. Demeter was very protective of her daughter and was horrified that her precious Louloúdi—flower for those of you who have not taken Greek yet.” 

She chuckled along with other students in the class. 

“So, she was horrified to see her daughter communicating and intimately touching the Lord of the Underworld. Now mind you, intimately to Demeter was Persephone linking arms with Hades as he led her deeper into his realm.” 

Professor Athanasiou paused and took a deep breath. Her eyes roamed over all the students in attendance before falling on Dean’s intense stare.  

“This is where the myth coincides with what was written on the tablet I found,” she held Dean’s gaze as she moved on. “Demeter went to Zeus and accused Hades of kidnapping her daughter and imprisoning her in the Underworld. Of Course, Persephone being Zeus’s daughter, he was outraged at the thought. But then again, he felt sorrow for his brother, who spent much of his time in solitude. So, Zeus called upon Hades and Persephone and demanded to know what was happening. Well, to make this incredibly long story short,” she paused as her students laughed. 

Sam couldn’t help but notice the slightly sad look on the professor’s face. 

“Zeus knew that Persephone was curious but had forbidden her from seeing Hades. However, Persephone ignored Zeus’s warnings and snuck her way into the Underworld and to the Elysian fields. There she took a pomegranate from the tree of knowledge and took a bite. She had six seeds in her mouth and was about to take another when Hades stopped Persephone.”

The professor nodded and walked across the front of the lecture hall. She paused and took a deep breath before turning back to her students. 

“Hades gazed at her with fire in her eyes before she pulled him in for a fierce kiss that melted the cold heart of the Lord of the Underworld.” She took a deep breath before continuing, “it was at this moment that the woven tapestry of the Fates had begun to glow. This was meant to happen.” 

Dean huffed and let out a snort. He remembered dealing with one of the Fates and wasn’t interested in a round two. 

“You see, fate has a funny way of working. And the three Fates, Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos, forsaw  the one thing Zeus could not. Hades and Persephone would have a powerful child who would not bend to Zeus’s will. For you see, the Gods all had to follow Zeus’s will, and even though Hades could technically usurp his brother, he chose not to. Hades is very content with his life in the Underworld, and with Persephone by his side, he saw no need to be amongst the Gods of Olympus. But his youngest daughter was rumored to be the one who will never bend to the word of Zeus, for she would hold a power to rival his own. And should Zeus continue to fight Fate,” the professor chuckled, “the young Goddess would be his downfall.”   

 Dean rolled his eyes. This was getting him and Sam no closer to finding this Illiara. He was about to get up when the professor cleared her throat. 

“This is what Fate had in store. I just happened to find a piece of the tapestry found to prove my claim that the stories of Hades and Persephone are all about suppressing what one does not understand.”

Dean felt his breath hitch as a pair of violet eyes stared back at him. The professor's picture showed a woman with shades of violet and dark purple in her hair standing atop a hill overlooking the world. She looked ethereal to Dean, and something about her pulled at his heart, even if it was just a picture. But something else caught Dean’s eye: a figure in the background, bright green eyes looking at the goddess as her hair flowed in the wind. Something flashed in Dean’s mind.   

‘Find her and guide her. But your task is not easy, vessel of the archangels. You will be tested and pushed to your limits as you rise, Hero of the Underworld.’ 

Dean shook his head at the sensation and groaned. Whatever that was, he had no time to dwell on it. He had to find this Illiara and send her packing back to where she belonged, the Underworld.

“You okay?” Sam asked, concern flashing on his face. 

“Fine,” Dean mumbled as he turned his attention back to the professor. 

“It seems our time is up,” she said as students grumbled. “I know, I know.” she held her hands up in surrender. “But I do have one assignment for you. Visit the replica of the Parthenon in Nashville,” she announced, her eyes holding on to Dean’s gaze. “You won’t regret it, plus it's extra credit, as long as I get a report on anything interesting you find.” 

The Winchesters waited patiently for the rest of the students to filter out of the lecture hall, digesting the story. But on top of the words, Dean’s mind was on the picture of the famed Illiara. He walked over to the projection and tilted his head. Something about the eyes called to him, the deep violet seeming to come alive as he continued to stare. The hair seemed to move with unseeable wind ;the white, lavender and purple mix appeared to sway, hypnotizing Dean. 

“Dean.” 

Sam’s voice and snapping fingers broke Dean out of his trance. 

“Huh?” he called out, returning his focus to the present. 

The professor and Sam seemed to be looking at Dean curiously. 

“I was just telling your brother here that if you want to know more about Persephone and Hades, there is a book I have published. Though it hasn’t been released yet, I do have an advanced copy I could give you.” 

Sam thanked the professor as he took the hefty manuscript in his hands. At that moment, Dean received an important call from their friend James. James had met Dean on a vampire hunt before having to save his mom and Jack from Apocalypse world. James said that a hunter nearby needed their help with several monsters they had never seen before. Dean shot Sam a look, signaling to the younger one that it was time to go to work. Once they were gone, professor Athanasiou let out a small chuckle before a bright light engulfed her.  

There stood the Goddess Athena, smiling as she gazed at the door the Winchester Brothers had exited from. 

“The cogs of Fate are in motion,” she sighed as her owl flew into the lecture hall and perched on her shoulder. “Bubo, you might need to keep an eye on them. Be my eyes and ears and guide them in the right direction,” she told the owl, letting her index finger caress him gently. 

The owl simply hooted before disappearing. 

“Now,” she said to herself, “time to make sure that Illiara follows the right path as well. I have my work cut out for me.” 

Y/N sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose. None of the books had any information she was looking for. It would be hard to help if there wasn’t enough information. From what she gathered, as far as witness accounts go, was that These weren’t your typical monsters. These were Cynolycus disguised as humans. Outside of the human form that imitated their original bodies, they would have the body of a stag, the neck of a lion, cloven hooves, and a bony ridged mouth. Their teeth were still ridge-like, but they had sharp cloven hands and wild hair that resembled a lion. What was worse than the way they’d once been able to parrot human voices was the way they were now able to act as humans might, mirroring their behavior to hide in plain sight.  

“What are these things?” a hunter shouted as he crumpled to the dirt. “Nothing seems to be able to penetrate them. We tried everything, from silver to iron buck shots.” 

“Fire,” Y/N called. “Burn the son of bitches down. These are Greek monsters we’re dealing with. The Cynolycus.” 

“Are you sure?” another hunter asked. “Not sure how much more I’ve got in the tank.” She noticed a rivulet of blood trickling down from his ear, knowing the damage she couldn’t see was far worse.

“You’re forgetting my family is from Greece,” she huffed. “ So either trust me and live or don’t and die. Your choice,” she spat as she looked around for her flamethrower. “All else fails, and we run out of firepower. Decapitation wouldn’t hurt either.” 

Raising her weapon, Y/N raised it high giving the monster's head a clean slice. She smiled  as the hunters who did listen rallied around her, slicing and burning the monster began. A few started to run away and It wasn’t long before she found herself alone with one of them, her resolve to control Illiara faltering. 

‘Let me out,’ Illiara hissed. ‘Let me deal with these monsters that continue to chase us.’ 

“No, you know that I can’t. We are trying to separate from one another, and you use your powers–” 

‘I don’t care,’ Illiara growled as she pushed forward. 

Y/N could feel her grip on her goddess half slipping. But it didn’t distract her from the task at hand. She noted one of the Cynolycus trying to sneak off into the forests and away from the hunters. 

“I don’t think so,” she huffed, pushing Illiara down as best she could before giving chase. 

As Y/N ran towards the escaping monster, she could feel Illiara push through. Her hair began to change to a light lavender–almost white–her eyes glowed a dark violet, and her skin prickled with power.  

“Daughter of Hades and Persephone, you honor me with your presence,” the Cynolycus chuckled. “It is an honor to die by your hand and alert lord Zeus of your location.” 

Illiara smirked at him evilly. “By all means, go ahead. I’m not afraid of him.” 

The creature's face fell slightly before he regained his composure and charged. Illiara took a deep breath and dodged the attack, rolling away. Holding out her hand, she directed her power toward summoning a black-bladed sword. Energy radiating from the Goddess pulsated all around them as they battled, creating a tornado-like swirl in the air. Illiara’s blade clashed with the monster’s claws, causing sparks to fly. Bolts of electricity circulated the goddess, firing in all directions rather than the focused control she once had. 

“So the legends are true,” the Cynolycus growled, “you have the power to rival Zeus. How is that possible?” 

“Who cares?” Illiara spat. “Are you going to talk philosophy, or are you going to fight? All I wanted was to be left alone. To live my own life. I wanted to be done with the Gods,” she cried. 

With a loud yell, she swung her blade haphazardly. Each blow sliced tiny, ineffectual rips in the monster’s skin. 

“You swing with anger,” it chuckled. “You won’t win unless you truly mean to destroy me.” 

‘Illiara, let me have control,’ Y/N demanded as she pushed through. 

Illiara shook Y/N back and let out a feral scream, plunging the sword into the belly of the beast and letting a grin slip through the blood-slick on her face. 

“Send my regards to my father, and tell him to send Zeus this message.” 

Illiara held her sword high, swinging it down and decapitating the beast. Her chest heaved with every breath, but nothing could calm her anger. Illiara could feel it. Y/N was calm and gentle but fierce and strategic. But Illiara herself could sense she was angry and unhinged. Her rage could not be satisfied, and it was all-consuming. 

Y/N pushed herself to the surface, forcing Illiara back into her cage. 

“We gotta go,” Y/N hissed. “Who knows what can of worms you’ve just opened.” 

“I knew it,” a voice called from behind her. 

Y/N closed her eyes and tried to calm her erratically beating heart. She let out her breath, she slowly turned around, holding her hands up. 

“Herman,” she said, offering him a smile. “I know what you think you saw, but–” 

“But nothing,” he interrupted. “I knew there was something off about you. No one just ‘pops’ into hunting out of nowhere, and no one can pin down where you’re from. Convenient, don’t you think?” 

There was something about the way Herman’s eyes drilled into her that had the hairs on the back of Y/N’s neck standing and Illiara’s senses on high alert. 

“Who are you?” she asked, her black-bladed sword reappearing in her hand. With the barrier weakened, Illiara easily regained control, her eyes glowing and her hair transforming.

  “My dear Illiara,” Herman chuckled. “It has been a long time since I have encountered you. I believe the last time I saw you was before you ran from Deimos and your engagement ceremony.” 

“Hermes,” the goddess hissed. “What message does he have for me now?” 

“The time for your silly game of cat and mouse is ending,” Hermes recited. “It is time you come back and fulfill your duty under my rule as leader of the Gods. That is the message from Zeus.” 

Illiara and Y/N both laughed at the message. Their split souls resonated as one, gazing into the eyes of the messenger God. 

“You can give him this message,” they said. “We will never bow down to his command. If he wants us to return, he must retrieve us himself.” 

Sam and Dean arrived at the forest location that they received from Herman. It took them a while to navigate through the trees, but the sound of conversations and cheers, their weapons reflexively at the ready. But from what they could see walking up, the hunters there had already handled the situation. 

“Where’s Herman?” Dean asked someone nearby who appeared to be post-fight stretching a crick out of his neck. 

“He went after the Ice Queen, who chased after the last freak that escaped. I tell you, that girl is a godsend.” He turned into his stretch, revealing a handful of others in the distance setting fire to what looked familiarly to the boys like a pile of corpses. 

“Which direction?” Dean growled. 

The guy pointed them toward the edge of the forest and walked toward the pyre favoring his left leg. Wordlessly, the brothers turned into the woods. After a while, Dean stopped and placed a finger to his lips. Sam followed his brother’s instructions and stilled his breathing to listen.  

“I think I hear something,” Dean whispered, pointing to a clearing in the forest's center. 

“Let’s check it out,” Sam said, following Dean. 

“You know,” Hermes chuckled. “You should know not to shoot the messenger.” 

“I don’t care,” the goddess said. 

Raising her sword over her head, she was ready to strike when Hermes shimmered into his disguise. Starting back at her was the hunter Herman, a fearful look in his eyes. 

“No, please,” he cried as it echoed around them. 

A smirk appeared on his face as he winked at the goddess. 

“I wonder what would happen if lover boy caught you like this,” he whispered for only the goddess to hear. “I mean, after all, we are nothing but monsters to them, right?” 

Illiara turned to see Sam and Dean, guns drawn at the edge of the clearing. 

“Shit,” she whispered. 

“Herman,” Dean called. “We’ll get you out.” 

“Whoever you are,” Sam said, “let him go. He’s done nothing to you.” 

Illiara took in a deep breath while Y/N stayed in the back of her mind. If Y/N took control from Illiara  now, then the brothers would know enough to pursue her. But if Illiara killed Hermes in his disguise, they would be on the run not just from the Gods but from Sam and Dean. She was stuck.

“Stay out of this, Winchesters,” she growled. “This has nothing to do with you. Herman here isn’t who you think he is.” 

“No way you can prove it,” Herman whispered before turning to the brothers. “This is Illiara. You gotta shoot her. She’s unhinged and will plunge the world into darkness if we don’t stop her.” 

Sam and Dean’s eyes flickered between Illiara and Herman. She looked exactly like the painting that professor Anathasiou had shown them in so many ways; her violet eyes glowing with power and her wild hair flowing, but there was also something familiar about her. The longer Dean’s eyes laid on her, the harder the feeling was to shake. 

“Dean,” Herman called, breaking the hunter out of his thoughts. “You know what you have to do, son. You know what she is. She’s a monster, Dean. I know deep down you can see that she needs to die.” 

Dean’s nostrils flared. In the moment he took to process, the Winchesters missed Herman/Hermes plunging a poisoned dagger into the Goddess’ side. As they leapt to action, Illiara screamed, pain and rage mixing as she stabbed her sword into Herman/Hermes’s abdomen. It wouldn’t kill him, but the Winchesters couldn’t know, their eyes watching a fellow hunter fall as Illiara watched her chance at the messenger of the Gods slipping.

“You bitch,” Dean growled as he opened fire on Illiara. 

Illiara raised her hands, stopping the bullets before her and letting them fall to the ground. 

“You know nothing of what you are dealing with, mortal,” she huffed before moving at lightning speed before him. 

Her nose practically touched his as she backed him up against the trunk of the nearest tree. Her violet eyes bored deep into Dean’s green ones and tilted her head from side to side, studying him. Her heart pounded in her chest as her soul vibrated with familiarity for the hunter. 

She hummed softly before chuckling, “I don’t see what the big deal is with you.” Forcefully, she took hold of his jaw and turned his head from side to side. “What does she see in you? All I see is a tortured soul begging like a dog for another to belong to. You’re practically screaming for a soulmate, but too drowned in self-pity to find one.” 

“And all I see is a monstrous bitch who killed my friend,” Dean spat. 

Illiara smiled at his insult before wincing in pain. The poison from the dagger Hermes plunged into her was slowly entering her system, seeping deeper into her with every bite of Y/N’s heart. Illiara knew she was running out of time to do something about it, sensing it was filled with a pure darkness that only the Goddess Hecate could create. 

“Well, this bitch,” she sneered, “has got to go. Hopefully, the next time we meet,” she paused and hissed in pain, “will be a bit more eventful. After all, you crossed into the world of the Gods, and now you’ll find yourself entrapped in the web they love to weave.” 

“Next time we meet,” Dean gave her a cocky smile, “I’m going to have the juice to gank you. You and your whole roster.”    

“Is that so?” Illiara laughed. “Then I guess I should take something from you before you end my miserable existence.” 

Dean’s grin deepened. “Yeah? And what’s that? My soul’s been run through a few times already, have at it.” 

“No,” Illiara whispered. “Something a bit more,” she paused and clicked her tongue against her teeth, “intimate.” 

Before Dean could respond, he felt her lips on his in a searing kiss. Unable to pull back for the tight grip on his chin, Dean felt her hand rake through his hair, the nails grazing his skin. She used the moment of shock leaving Dean to deepen the kiss, leaning her whole body against his and slipping her tongue past his lips with a jolt of electricity that felt like it shot down his spine. It was–wrong, clearly, but something about it felt familiar in a way Dean couldn’t identify, and then it was over as soon as it had started as he came to his senses and found the strength to push her away. 

Illiara’s cackle echoed around them as Dean clenched his jaw. His chest heaved with anger, glaring at the goddess before him. 

“What? Too much tongue?” she taunted. 

Sam found himself able to move. He wasn’t sure how it happened, but had no doubts the sensation of chains around him must have been Illiara’s doing. In the heightened focus of the moment, it didn’t escape him that Herman seemed to smirk as he lay still.  

Shaking the impossibility out of his head, Sam grabbed his brother as the goddess disappeared. 

“You okay?” he asked Dean. 

Dean ran the back of his hand across his lips and spit at the ground. “Peachy.” 

“Come on,” Sam sighed. “Let’s get back to the bunker, and you can give me the dirty details.” 

Dean nodded as he glared at the spot the Goddess had been. His lips still tingled. It was hard enough being violated like that, but to not know why was already eating at him. Willing the possibility of any lasting damage away, he followed his brother back into the trees. 

Y/N pushed past the pain and placed Illiara back into the crystal cage in her mind. 

'I told you, ' Illiara said, the darkness from the poison already darkening the Goddess. 'One wrong point of view, one misdirection, and he thinks we are evil.'

“We did what was necessary but I can’t have you coming out again,” Y/N said, hissing as the wound healed. 

Her eyes trailed along the mirror until they reached the wound inflicted by Hermes. To Y/N, it became a jagged scar. Illiara‌ could see it for what it was; a dark line with black veins spiraling outward. 

‘Hecate knows her curses,’ she said, chuckling at their predicament. ‘But strangely enough, I feel absolutely fine.�� 

Y/N nodded absently as she drove towards a motel. There was no doubt in her mind that her outburst of power alerted Zeus to her location, and she didn’t have a lot of time to make a quick getaway. 

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ok. beast movie final thoughts

pros:

music :) new lotus juice song(s) i think?? and a new granrodeo song :)

sound design in general was on point

the action was REALLY good and very varied yet still easy to follow (which is a lot coming from me bc i have a hard time watching action stuff usually lol)

extra chuuya content. but at what cost

kunikida. like. in general

skk being weird as fuck. always a bonus

i really liked the shots of yokohama and the mafia buildings :) it was really cool

cons:

th-they cut away the farm scenes 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😔 and like akutagawa bonding with the ada (and esp odasaku!!!!) in general. why :(

chuuya is suffering :(

neutral:

this movie is. well i don't think campy is the right word here. but it's certainly ridiculous on many levels. it feels more like a show you'd watch on a stage than a movie. the acting is very exaggerated and animated and the effects are a bit meh (better than i expected tho!). so ig it just depends on your expectations going in and how attached you are to bsd and beast's story

overall: a solid 7/10 for a live action movie 👍