#GIVE MIRI BACK TO HIM

[fandomlockedfan]

NOOO KAZUKI MY BABY 😭😭😭

[denkies]

I know that thematically speaking, Miri is going to go back to Rei and Kazuki. The point of the entire show is found family. But episode 10 SHATTERED my heart into a million pieces and I started crying.

And this is more incentive for Rei to kill his dad. This man is the reason why Miri had to leave, he basically took their daughter from them. Neither Kazuki or Rei are going to just roll over and let that happen. Maybe Rei would have, before Miri, but she changed him. He's going to have the strength to stand up to his dad, because to be loved is to be changed.

[klingonrealitytelevision]

Lmao this show is so cute, but the timeline makes it so funny to me

I don't doubt that being a hitman pays well, but the idea that they've not been working for almost 3 months, and are only just now coming to the conclusion that they need to get back to work?

Full on dumbass behavior.

Why did they even put baby girl in preschool if they weren't going to go back to work immediately after?? Part of the reason she was so destructive is cause they didn't have toys or anything for her, they could've just gone to the store lmao.

Also they're more frugal than I figured they would be considering that bomb ass apartment. As far as I can tell they spent roughly $1000 in 1 month. That's not that bad, I mean, it's not a good trend if they'd continued to not work, but not that bad in terms of overall sustainability for a child and 2 working parents.

[peachsukii]

₊✩‧₊ ⎯  plus ultra-rare following an interview flop, dynamight & yourself are out and about at the local mall when you're stopped by a young girl and her mother.

content // a little follow up to this. pro hero fame, paparazzi's talk about infidelity rumors (they're not true just mentioned cause you know how it goes), reader is a support tech, bakugo & reader are married, bakugo being sweet to kids, thoughts of having kids vaguely, more paparazzi nonsense, fluff.

wc // 1.7k

『 k.bakugo masterlist | caramel & champagne series 』

It was the first day the two of you have had off since the interview "incident" weeks ago - that's what Bakugo's agent called it, anyways. The press didn't make any negative remarks against the two of you specifically, but they started a horde of nasty rumors anytime Bakugo was on patrol with a pro hero of the opposite sex. Headlines about "Dynamight searching for a New Wife?" started circulating, so much so that the agency started handing out cease and desist letters to the tabloids like candy. It wasn't to hide any sort of truth, it was simply not true to start with. You're successfully able to make it to the mall without catching any attention from the swarms of media assholes at the entrances, waiting to create some fake scenario and generate false pretenses.

"God, these jackasses are everywhere," Bakugo grumbled while you crossed the threshold of the mall and into the food court. "They warned us in school about this shit, but fuck, s'annoyin' as hell."

"I know," you console, thumb rubbing over the back of his hand in your hold. "It won't be like this forever."

He sighs, keeping his head down as the two of you approach the department store you planned to shop at. While you're heading inside, a small child and her mother pass by you, the daughter spinning on her heel and doing a doubletake with sparkles in her eyes.

"Momma! I think that's Dynamight!" she squeals, barely above a whisper, but enough for you to hear her excitement. Her mother kneels down and pats her on the crown of her head.

"I think you're right! But we should leave them be, sweetie. I promise to take you to his next signing."

She pouts and fiddles with her fingers. “But they’re always sold out!”

She’s a little louder this time, now catching Bakugo’s attention. When he makes eye contact with her, the little girl escapes from her mother's side and skips over to him - she's barely taller than his waist, maybe six or seven years old.

"Dynamight!" she whispers, waving frantically with both hands and looking up at him. "I know you’re in secret right now, but I wanted to say hi!”

She turns to you and smiles, dimples adorably accenting her cheeks. “You’re very pretty, Miss Support lady! I saw you on TV!”

Bakugo’s heart swells when you squeeze his hand tighter in response to her kindness before letting go. Something about this little girl’s genuine joy makes him want to melt into a puddle. Usually, kids were annoying in his eyes and parents never knew how to wrangle them around heroes - not this little one, though. She had way more respect than most adults did whenever they’d spot him on his day off, begging for an autograph or photo.

“Heya squirt,” Bakugo greets while kneeling to her level. Her mother has scampered over in the meantime, profusely apologizing for her daughter’s outburst.

“It’s alright! She’s very sweet and he’s more than happy to talk to her,” you assure, standing with the mom to watch their interaction.

“Thanks for sayin’ hi. What’s your name?” He asks as he pulls down his face mask, tucking it under his chin and lifting the brim of his baseball hat.

“Mirai! But my friends call me Miri.”

“Nice’ta meet you, Miri. I’ve got somethin’ for ya if you give me a sec.”

Bakugo shoots a glance in your direction, nodding to your bag. “Peaches, got any cards with you?”

You waltz over to him and dig out a stack of Dynamight branded trading cards in protective sleeves from your purse, handing them over with the a permanent marker. Bakugo takes them and fans the selection out in front of Mirai.

“Pick whatever one y’want and I’ll sign it for ya. How’s that sound?”

Mirai gasps, stars twinkling in her eyes as her fingers wiggle in anticipation over the cards. “I like them all! You pick one for me, please!”

That little shimmer in her eyes reminded you of a smaller Bakugo, specifically a picture that Mitsuki had of him and Midoriya in her living room, the two of them holding up their All Might cards from when they were kids. Her expression was identical to his back then - priceless.

“This one’s a favorite of mine,” you chime in, pointing to the card on the far right. “That’s the Plus Ultra-Rare edition, too. Super cool!”

Bakugo hands you the others and keeps the one card, pulling it out of its protective sleeve and popping off the cap of the permanent marker with his teeth. He signs the card, “Miri, go beyond!” accompanied with his hero signature. He waves the card back and forth to dry the ink before returning it to the sleeve.

“There ya go,” Bakugo says, handing her the signed card. “Keep it safe, yeah?”

Mirai gingerly takes it from him, holding it close to her chest with a toothy grin. “I promise, Dynamight!”

Before he can protest, Mirai rushes into him and latches onto his neck, her small frame clinging to Bakugo in an attempt to give him a hug. Her mom stammers out more apologies, but he stops her with a raise of his hand, mouthing “S’okay” over Mirai’s shoulder.

“Thank you for keeping me and Momma safe,” Mirai mutters sweetly, tiny hands grabbing at the back of Bakugo’s shirt. “You’re the bestest hero in the world!”

He bites his cheek in response, trying his damndest not to let this child make him cry in public. That phrase has been uttered to him thousands of times, and no matter what, it still makes his heart skip a beat. He’s barely holding it together as he pats her back tenderly, closing his eyes to focus on swallowing the emotions flowing through him.

You’re staring at Bakugo with hearts in your pupils, swooning over how patient he’s being with this little girl. A sensation you've never felt before invades your lower abdomen - nerves? No, it was a foreign yearning, a burning desire to....you tuck that feeling away to unpack at another time.

"Okay honey, we should get going now," Mirai's mother insists, tapping her daughter on the shoulder to have her let go of Bakugo. "We've taken up more than enough of their time."

"Don't worry about it," Bakugo comments, standing back to normal height and patting Mirai on the head. "See ya later, Miri."

Mirai does a little dance to herself before grabbing her mother's hand, turning to whisper-yell, "Bye Dynamight!"

The two of them leave you be, walking back out into the main concourse of the mall. You turn to Bakugo and elbow him in the side with a smirk on your face.

"What's got you so smiley?" you tease. "You look like you're ready to cry, too."

"Shut the fuck up," he sniffs, re-adjusting his mask and baseball hat. "She was a cute kid, s'all it is."

"The cutest. Let's grab what we needed and head home."

You two carry on with your shopping trip, surprisingly uninterrupted. Things seems to be quiet...that is, until you're ready to leave and forget about the media mobs at the main entrance. The second you two step outside, you're swarmed with flashing lights and overwhelmed with various shouting men.

"Dynamight! Is it true you're looking for a new wife after the interview last week?"

"Are you two on a break?"

"Do you think having a pro hero as a husband is detrimental to your relationship?"

These fuckers are ruthless, and quiet frankly, stupid as hell - the two of you are literally holding hands as they ask their absurd questions.

Bakugo shakes his head before letting go of your hand and removing his face mask. The glare in his eyes hints that he's about to have an explosive reaction, but color yourself surprised when his voice comes out velvety smooth and genuine.

"Listen up, m'gonna say this once and then you're gonna leave us the hell alone," he speaks, looking each cameraman in the eye before continuing. "This is the only damn woman I want in my life and nothin' will change that. She's the only one I've got eyes for, no one else. Got it?"

A few of the paparazzi pause their insistent squawking and put their cameras down, nodding in agreement to his words.

"Great. You can all fuck off now an' find someone else to harass."

You don't know what comes over you, knowing full well what the consequences will be, but you find yourself reaching for Bakugo's jaw and pull him in for a hearty kiss. He lets out a surprised grunt before tugging you closer by the waist, catching on to what you're planning and letting you take the lead.

"Quick, get the shot!" you hear the crowd yell repetitively. Bakugo responds by flipping off the cameras, continuing your kiss for a couple more seconds before parting.

The next morning, both of your phones are full of notifications from various sources - deja vu, huh? You've got e-mails asking you two to make appearances on TV networks while Bakugo's agent and publicist are scolding him for being unprofessional in public, but in the same breath, praising him for turning the opinion of the public in his favor.

"Holy shit," you mumble, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "Kats, look at this."

Bakugo peeks over your shoulder from his side of the bed, laying his head on yours while you scroll through the articles multiple people have sent to you overnight.

"Dynamight & his Wife are stronger than ever!," "Fans Overjoyed to know Dynamight & his Wife are sticking it out," and "Dynamight remains off market."

"What's that one?" he asks, reaching over you to click the article titled, "Precious Moments with Fans - Dynamight Edition." The page loads an article detailing the encounter with Mirai from afar, a few pictures of Bakugo holding out the trading cards and giving her a hug.

"When the fuck did they even take that?!" he laughs, sighing as he flopped back over to his side of the bed.

"I think it's cute. Think I should print it out and frame it for the living room?"

"Don't you fuckin' dare."

You roll over to face him, pinching his cheek.

"Yeah, the picture of you flipping off the camera is more fitting."

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[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Buddy Daddies x Delinquent Teen Reader (2)

“Did you eat breakfast today?”

“....”

“(Y/n)?”

“He asked you a question, (Y/n).”

“I heard.”

“Answer. Him.”

“...”

“(Y/n)...did you eat?”

“...”

Kazuki sighed as Rei easily wrestled the controller out of your hands to toss you over his shoulder

Not even bothered by your violent struggles he took you to the room designated as your punishment room

Where Kazuki or Rei would hold you tight until you let them hold you peacefully 

Training you to obey them in the form of cuddles like a chicken

So in the dark room, your wriggling and cursing slowed as Rei’s hold held firm

But even when you stopped struggling and leaned back into his chest 

He didn’t release you 

Instead, he carried you along with him as he went into the tub

No doubt to sleep 

With the darkened surroundings, Rei’s firm hold, and the warmth of his arms you reluctantly joined 

“Where’s (Y/n) and Papa Rei?”

“Ah, they’re napping right now.”

“Oooh I want to–”

“Ah ah! Didn’t you say you wanted to make (Y/n) their favorite lunch?”

“OH Yeah!”

“Alright then let’s get to work!”

When you awake so is Rei, hold unrelenting and forcing you to gently notify him

“Better?”

“Hm.”

“Are you going to behave?”

“Yes.”

“....” 

He didn’t believe you but Kazuki told him he had to be gentle

Apparently, the perfect life they were giving you wasn’t a welcome change

He’d prefer to lock you tight and show you the joys of a single room 

Like he used to know

Then they could work on building you out of that

But Kazuki already thought his old lifestyle was problematic and he didn’t need that rubbing off on Miri now

“The next time you misbehave you won’t be playing Kart for a month.”

You sucked your teeth but nodded your head

“Ah, you two are back!”

“(Y/n)! Look what I made for you! All by myself!”

“Miri!”

“Hehehe we made it for you! See, see? Look, look!”

“Uh, thanks, Miri.”

“(Y/n) has something to say.”

“....No.”

“Excuse me? What’s this about?”

You wanted to punch that smile off his face

“...The answer to the question you asked. It's no.”

“Well, then you better eat up the delicious meal me and Miri made for you!” 

He rubs the top of your head as you sit at the table 

Not oblivious to the warning look Rei is giving you as Miri offers to feed you 

You accept with clenched fists 

How you wish you could get out of here

[luvismenu]

⋆˚࿔ dilf!jungkook 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ written ࣪ ִֶָ☾. ! nsfw !

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warnings: smut. but it's the cute and loving type.. yeah.

“miriiii baby, i missed you!” you exclaim, scooping miri up into a hug as soon as you step into jungkook's apartment. he and miri spent the weekend at his parent's place, and even though it’s only been two days, you missed them a lot. it’s like you’ve gotten so used to having them around all the time.

“what about me?” jungkook asks from behind you as he closes the door.

you turn around with a smile. “i missed you both.”

“bes fren! missed you!!” miri giggles, her arms wrapped around your neck.

you kiss her soft cheeks and give her a little tickle, making her giggle louder.

jungkook watches you both, smiling to himself as he sees how much joy you bring to his daughter.

“alright, alright, time for movie night!” he announces, walking past you.

“movie night? it’s already late. doesn’t she have to sleep?” you ask, still holding miri, but her little hands clap in excitement.

miri is only 4 years old and has just started preschool this year. it was such a big moment for both you and jungkook, though he got way more emotional about it than anyone. seeing him hold back tears while trying to take her to school was one of the cutest, most touching things you'd ever seen.

you moved in as their neighbour a year ago, just a month after jungkook won custody of miri. they never talk much about it or his ex-wife, and you didn’t push. it felt like a sensitive topic, especially with how jungkook avoided bringing her up.

“miri wants to stay home tomorrow, so i thought i’d take the day off too.” jungkook explains as he heads into the kitchen.

you sit on the couch, placing miri beside you.

“coco!! coco!!!” she squeals, excited for her favorite movie.

“coco it is,” you laugh, pinching her nose gently. she giggles and snuggles into you.

jungkook returns with snacks and drinks, sitting beside miri so she’s nestled between you two.

“why do you always watch coco, hm?” jungkook teases, leaning in and nuzzling his nose against hers, making her laugh.

“cuz papa hector and coco are you and me” she declares, cupping his face with her tiny hands.

your heart melts instantly. jungkook looks like he’s surprised to hear that as he kisses her hands, then her forehead. “you’re right, you’re my little coco.”

“daddy, you won’t leave me, right?” miri pouts, and your heart nearly breaks. you know she’s thinking of the part where héctor leaves his family and jungkook understands it immediately.

jungkook gently pulls her onto his lap so she’s facing him. “never,” he promises softly. “nothing can ever separate me from my little princess.” he places another gentle kiss on her forehead.

“i love you, daddy,” miri says, her voice sweet.

“i love you most, princess,” jungkook replies.

“i love you, bes fren!” miri looks at you with a big smile.

“i love you too, my little best friend,”

"wanna drink with me?" jungkook asks as he closes the door to miri’s room. she fell asleep halfway through the movie, so he gently tucked her in.

“sure,” you nod and follow him into the kitchen.

“you look tired,” he observes, grabbing two glasses from the cabinet while you lean against the counter.

“do i?” you ask, knowing you’ve had a busy weekend. you like to finish things before they pile up, which often means giving up your free time.

he smiles as he pours wine into the glasses and hands you one. “you do.”

“do i look bad?” you scrunch your nose a little as you take the glass from his hand. jungkook chuckles, his hand finding your cheek as he rubs slow, soft circles on your skin.

“you look beautiful, always,” he says quietly, almost a whisper.

“beautiful enough to make you mine?” you tease, and his lips curl into an amused smile.

you've never been shy to tease him; he likes that about you. it’s cute.

“sure, beautiful enough to make me yours,” he replies, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

you set your glass down on the counter and speak up.

“i have this sudden urge to make out with you,” you murmur, your voice gentle but playful.

his brow lifts, a smirk dancing on his lips.

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

he doesn't waste any time, leaning in to press his lips to yours. your arms instinctively wrap around his neck as your lips move in sync.

his hands slide to your thighs, lifting you effortlessly without breaking the kiss.

you gasp, and he takes advantage of the moment, sliding his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. the way his tongue moves with yours feels so good, and the small moans that escape you are like music to his ears.

he carries you to his bedroom, still kissing you passionately, you try to keep your sounds quiet. miri is asleep, and the last thing you want is to wake her up, no matter how much you’re enjoying this.

he somehow manages to lock the door without breaking the kiss, and your mind is already in a haze. your hands are tangled in his hair, probably gripping harder than you intended, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

he lays you down gently on the bed, finally pulling away from the kiss. you're both breathing heavily, your lips tingling, but all you want is more. he smirks as he stares, knowing exactly how much you need him.

“why are you looking at me like that?” you ask breathlessly, and he reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“can’t help but admire beauty,” he murmurs, his voice low, making you chuckle softly.

you lean forward and capture his lips again. this time, he lets out a moan and it only fuels your desire as you kiss him more.

he pulls back only to start kissing your neck, his lips soft against your skin. you love the way he sucks gently, tracing your skin with his tongue.

“so pretty,” he murmurs, his voice low as he continues trailing kisses.

his hands slip under your shirt, slowly lifting it up to reveal your bra. with careful hands, he unhooks it, sucking in a breath as his gaze lands on your perked nipples.

“like what you see?” you tease, only to gasp as his mouth immediately envelops one of your breasts.

“mhm,” he hums against your skin, the vibration sending shivers through you.

your hands find their way to his hair, fingers threading through it as you gently grasp, arching your back slightly to let him take more of your breast into his mouth.

he unzips your skirt, sliding it off along with your panties, letting them drop to the floor. he lifts his head, taking in the way you look, so vulnerable and perfect in this moment. his eyes darken before he pulls his own shirt off, tossing it aside.

“spread your legs for me, beautiful, i want you to relax, hm?” he says softly, his voice comforting and commanding all at once.

you part your legs slowly, and he grabs your thighs gently, wrapping his arms around them. he glances down at you, noticing how you’re already dripping wet.

“f-fuck…” you both breathe out in unison, and for a moment, your eyes meet, a smile shared between you.

he leans down, bringing his face between your thighs, and without hesitation, he goes straight for your sensitive clit, wrapping his lips around it completely. your back arches at the sensation, a gasp escaping you as the warmth of his mouth sends pleasure through your entire body. it feels like you’re in pure bliss, everything else fading away.

“mmphf…” he moans as he sucks, the vibration of his moans adding another level of stimulation. your hips move on their own, stuttering against his mouth, unable to control the desperate urge for more. the feeling is so intense, mind-numbing in its own way, making it impossible to think of anything else.

you feel the tip of his tongue flicking up and down on your clit, the steady rhythm driving you closer to the edge.

oh, how much you love this

every flick and suck, every small movement making you lose yourself.

“o-oh fuck—! jungkook!” you cry out, your gaze blank as your eyes roll up to the ceiling, half-lidded, hips grinding down onto his face.

he pulls away just enough to look up at you, his lips glistening. “gotta be quiet, remember? can you do that for me, beautiful?” he murmurs, his eyes locking with yours.

you nod quickly, already knowing that staying quiet will be nearly impossible. you bring your hand up, cupping it over your mouth, doing your best to muffle the sounds threatening to spill out.

he smiles at you, a soft, almost loving look in his eyes, as his fingers glide down to rub gently along your folds. his touch is light and careful, and you feel yourself relaxing under his hands.

he could be rough if you wanted him to be, but right now, he’s gentle. you think maybe it’s because he can see how tired you are, and you appreciate that. you love this side of him, so attentive, so caring.

he loves this too. he loves the way your body reacts to his touch, how every gasp and moan that slips out of you feels like a reward. watching you fall apart for him is heaven. seeing you give in, trusting him to take care of you, makes his heart swell.

all he wants is to make you feel good.

to keep you right there with him.

he takes off his pants and boxers, freeing his dick, which stands tall with pre-cum leaking from his already red tip. the sight makes your breath catch for a second.

“woah.. all that for me?” you ask, a teasing grin spreading across your face despite the fact that you're panting like a mess right now. jungkook chuckles at your words, no matter how fucked out you might be, you still always find a way to tease him, and he loves that about you.

he leans down closer, his lips capturing yours in a gentle kiss. your lips move against each other slowly, savoring the taste of each other. as he pulls back, he whispers softly, “for you.”

he buries his face in the crook of your neck, placing featherlight kisses on your skin, licking the spots he had sucked earlier. you close your eyes and sigh at the warmth of his lips. you love his kisses. how they feel both comforting and intimate at the same time, each one sending tingles down your spine.

“how do you want it?” he murmurs, his lips still brushing against your skin between each word.

“hm?” you respond absentmindedly, too caught up in the feeling.

“slow and gentle or…” he pauses to place a soft kiss on your jaw before finishing, “fast and rough?”

you open your eyes slightly, locking eyes with him. “what do you think i need right now?” you ask, a hint of playfulness in your voice.

he smiles at you, “slow and gentle,” he answers confidently, before leaning down and capturing your lips once again.

this kiss is deeper, passionate and slow. after a few moments, he pulls back, reaching over towards the nightstand.

“what happened?” you ask, your brows furrowed in confusion as you watch him move.

“condom,” he says simply, and you immediately speak up.

“no, no, no, it’s okay. i’m on birth control,” you assure him, your voice soft. he pauses, looking at you with concern before relaxing, his shoulders dropping slightly.

“you sure?” he asks, his eyes searching yours for any hesitation.

“mhm,” you nod, giving him a reassuring smile.

he climbs back on top of you, positioning himself between your legs. you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, his hard cock pressing against your slick folds, making you whimper.

he takes his cock in his hand, rubbing the tip against your entrance, teasing you. he drags it up and down, brushing against your sensitive hole, and you feel like you're going to lose your mind from the need building inside you.

“j-jungkook, need you in me,” you gasp out, your voice breaking, and he groans softly in response, the sound vibrating through the room.

he finally aligns himself and starts pushing in, the stretch making both of you moan softly. he moves slowly, inch by inch, until he’s fully sheathed inside you, the feeling so overwhelming that it has you clenching around him. he pauses for a moment, savoring the tight warmth around his length.

he begins thrusting, moving slowly and deeply, each motion deliberate as he hits your spot over and over, making your moans grow louder. you arch your back, lost in the pleasure, unable to keep the noises in.

he leans down, capturing your lips again, muffling your moans. you respond immediately, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, pulling him even closer. you moan into his mouth, and the way his lips move against yours helps muffle the sound, but it’s clear just how good he’s making you feel.

his hips keep moving, thrusting into you at a steady pace, and as he pulls back slightly to catch his breath, you don’t let him. “kiss me more, please,” you beg, breathless, your voice trembling as your arms cling to him desperately.

he doesn’t hesitate, diving back into the kiss, his lips pressing against yours, his moans now muffled by your mouth as well. his thrusts grow just a bit faster, the pressure building between you two.

“fuck, you're so good,” he rasps out between kisses, his voice strained and full of need. “so good for me,” he adds, his forehead pressing against yours as he continues to move inside you.

you tighten your legs around him, trying to get him even deeper, wanting more of him, all of him. his whispered praises, the way he looks at you with so much love—it’s everything. it’s all you want, all you need.

his thrusts grow slower, almost lazy, as he holds your hips, squeezing the soft flesh gently. he feels you tightening around him, your walls fluttering, and he knows you’re right there on the edge, just like he is. both of you chasing that final release.

“let it out, beautiful,” he groans, “cum on my cock.”

his words push you over the edge, and you feel your orgasm washing over you, your whole body tensing as waves of pleasure take over. you clench around him, your head falling back into the pillow, your eyes squeezing shut as you let yourself fall apart. the feeling is overwhelming; pure bliss spreading through your body, leaving you trembling beneath him.

right after, he follows, his thrusts growing erratic before he buries himself as deep as he can, groaning as he fills you up. his hot release floods into you, and he lets out a shaky breath, his forehead dropping down to rest against yours as he rides out his high, the two of you lost in the moment together.

you’re both on cloud nine, your bodies slowly relaxing, breaths coming out in short gasps. he pulls out slowly, watching as his cum starts to ooze out of you, the sight making his eyes darken with satisfaction.

“f-fuck yes,” he breathes, a smirk on his lips. “now that’s a sight to remember.”

you chuckle softly, still trying to catch your breath, your body slowly calming down from the intense high.

he moves beside you, lying down and staring at the ceiling. after a moment, he turns to your side, his head resting on his arm as he speaks up. “wanna take a shower?”

“together?” you ask, your lips quirking up in a tired smile.

“i mean, that’s what i had in mind. but if you don’t wanna—”

“that’ll be perfect,” you cut him off

his smile grows at your words, and he leans in, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering there for a few seconds before whispering

“perfect.”

“you LIAR!!”

“i told you i wouldn't be there! you forgot, didn't you?” you exclaim, raising your voice a little as you talk to jin on the phone.

yoongi originally called to talk about jin being a pain in the ass, but jin took over, and now he's screaming at you because you didn't attend his ‘i am single again’ party. you think it's his fifth ‘single again’ party this month—you attended two of those and they ended up with jin getting wasted like always.

“you did NOT tell me, i remember!!” he counters, sounding dramatically offended.

“oh, i definitely fucking did,” you protest, but then lower your voice because miri is in the other room with her dad, and you don’t want her hearing you curse.

yes, you're still at jungkook's place. you woke up a while ago to miri banging on the door, demanding that you wake up. jungkook is making breakfast, and you just got out of the shower and dressed when yoongi called.

“were you drunk when you called me yesterday?” you ask jin, shaking your head at the memory of him mumbling something about a party.

“how dare you!? i wasn’t dru—oh wait, yes i was.” jin chuckles, almost proud of his own forgetfulness.

“there we go! you have your answer.” you smirk, feeling vindicated.

“no, i don’t— OKAY! that's enough, dory.” you hear yoongi cut in, probably taking the phone from jin's hands. you can hear jin in the background, yelling something like, “i do NOT have short-term memory loss!!!”

you chuckle before talking to yoongi, “must've been a rough night for you, huh? babysitting jin isn’t as easy as it sounds.”

“eh, i’m used to this now. i take care of a demon like you. jin is easier.” yoongi's voice sounds amused.

“fuckass.” you deadpan, rolling your eyes.

he chuckles, “how was your night? did you meet your fave dilf?”

you walk out of the room, finding jungkook in the kitchen, cooking something—probably eggs—for miri. you can't help but smile at the sight.

“we did more than just meet,” you say, the memory of last night still fresh in your mind.

“oh wow, good for you, but that's nasty.” yoongi says, and you can almost picture him scrunching his nose.

“oh, what we did was far worse than—”

“if you continue, i’m gonna have to hang up and call my therapist instead,” he cuts you off, and you laugh.

“are you sure about this, ___?” he asks, his voice turning serious after a moment of silence.

“about what, yoongi?”

“him.”

you glance over at jungkook. he's serving miri her food, giving her a few kisses on her cheeks, which makes her giggle loudly. the smile on both their faces is beautiful—like a moment of pure happiness frozen in time.

jungkook looks up, his eyes locking with yours, and he smiles warmly as he brings out a plate for you, placing it right beside his own.

“i think i’m sure about this,” you say softly, almost as if you're reassuring yourself more than yoongi.

yoongi stays quiet for a second, then his voice comes through, gentle. “i’m happy for you.”

“woah, really? THE yoongi, happy for me?” you joke.

“yeah, really. i’m just glad i don’t have to babysit your bitchass anymore.” he jokes back and you laugh.

after a few more minutes of talking, you say your goodbyes and walk over to jungkook and miri.

“sorry, i took a little long” you say

“is okay! appa and i are waiting for bes fren!” miri smiles, her eyes practically disappearing as she grins. you can't help but pinch her chubby cheeks gently.

“why, thank you, your highness.” you do an exaggerated bow and sit down

“i am princess!!!” she announces proudly, giggling as she straightens her imaginary crown.

“yes, you are, princess,” jungkook agrees, his eyes filled with adoration as he wipes her mouth with a tissue.

“and appa is like a king!!!” miri adds, her imagination clearly running wild. you smile at the idea—jungkook would definitely make a great king.

“but... king needs queen...” miri's voice trails off, her smile fading a little as she lowers her gaze.

“aw, princess, it’s okay, you—”

“can bes fren be appa’s queen!?” miri interrupts, looking at jungkook with wide, hopeful eyes. both you and jungkook exchange surprised glances.

“princess, i—” jungkook starts, but she cuts him off with a determined “pleaseee,” her tiny pout making it impossible to resist.

and you know that this man would do anything for her.

jungkook sighs playfully and looks at you, “well, what do you say? wanna be my queen?”

you let out a soft laugh, looking at miri and then back at jungkook. “it would be my honor,” you say, giving a small nod, which makes miri squeal in excitement.

“yayyy!!!” she claps her hands, clearly thrilled by your answer. she looks so genuinely happy that it makes your heart swell.

jungkook smiles at you—one of those smiles that make you feel warm inside—and then continues helping miri with her food, making sure she’s eating properly.

as you watch them—miri still babbling about something while jungkook listens attentively—you realize just how much this little family means to you. how much they both mean to you.

this is it. this is all you could ask for.

being a part of their lives, sharing these small moments.

it's everything.

the end <3

a/n: i always wanted to write smth like this heheuhsuhaha

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for @miri-tiazan; the one where omegaverse fucks up Red Hood’s life. ( chrono || non-chrono )

Jason did the right thing, making himself like this. Bruce’s way doesn’t work. Batman doesn’t work. 

And they never wanted him anyway, much less wanted him back. 

Dick would get in Tim Drake’s nest if he asked him to, Jason is sure. Maybe even give him a pup, if he asked him to. 

And then Jason’s replacement could give their pack everything Jason was never going to be good enough to, even if he hadn’t fucked up and died. 

Sounds about right for his life, yeah. 

“Fuck you,” he chokes, jerking his head away and glaring at the safehouse wall so he won’t have to do–something else. He doesn’t pretend his eyes aren’t wet. Doesn’t pretend his nest or his heat or anything about him would ever actually tempt Dick Grayson. Doesn’t pretend– 

Just doesn’t. 

Dick would give Tim Drake a pup, if he asked him to. Dick would get in Tim Drake’s nest, if he asked him to. He’d–he’d– 

Of fucking course he would. 

And of course he wouldn’t do that for Jason, whether he recognizes him anymore or not. 

Jason already knew that. Or at least he should’ve, anyway. 

He did know that. He did, so he doesn’t know what the fuck is even wrong with him right now. 

Aside from whatever it is that made this fucking pack not ever have really wanted him to begin with, anyway.

“I’m sorry,” Dick repeats even gentler, the absolute fucking bastard, and Jason just wants to rip his fucking throat out with his fucking teeth, except obviously that’s not what he fucking wants, he wants Dick to get in this shit excuse for a nest with him and fuck his fucking brains out and let him–let him just fucking pretend, just for–just for the night, or a few hours, or a minute–let him just fucking pretend that–that– 

Let him feel like Dick ever, ever wanted anything from him at all. 

Ever wanted him at all, for this or not. 

He’d take anything, if it meant he got to spend this shitty, miserable heat feeling like Dick–like his–his pack–

Like his pack wanted him. 

He could lie to himself. He could pretend. Pretend like–like Alfred was making tea in the safehouse kitchen, and Bruce was paranoidly patrolling all the entrances, and Dick was . . . was . . . 

Jason bursts into tears again and fucking hates himself. 

He feels like he can’t goddamn stop hating himself, tonight. Like–like everything’s all wrong and fucked-up and he’s the reason, it’s him, he’s the problem and the failure and the fuck-up and–and he’s– 

“I know it hurts. You’re going to be okay,” Dick says in that awful too-gentle voice, like he thinks he’s talking to a fucking victim. “You’ll feel better after you burn through it. That’s all you have to do, is burn through it.” 

“Fuck you,” Jason spits at him, choking on a sob. Like Dick thinks–like he thinks he’s talking to a fucking victim.

[makingqueerhistory]

Queer Book Recommendations

Every once in a while I like sharing some queer book recommendations on here as I read a lot and I get requests to share some of the books I love, so here we go! 

Tell Me I'm Worthless: Three years ago, Alice spent one night in an abandoned house with her friends Ila and Hannah. Since then, things have not been going well. Alice is living a haunted existence, selling videos of herself cleaning for money, going to parties she hates, drinking herself to sleep. She hasn’t spoken to Ila since they went into the House. She hasn’t seen Hannah either.

Our Wives Under The Sea: Miri thinks she has got her wife back, when Leah finally returns after a deep sea mission that ended in catastrophe. It soon becomes clear, though, that Leah may have come back wrong. Whatever happened in that vessel, whatever it was they were supposed to be studying before they were stranded on the ocean floor, Leah has carried part of it with her, onto dry land and into their home. 

You Made a Fool of Death with Your Beauty: Feyi Adekola wants to learn how to be alive again.It’s been five years since the accident that killed the love of her life and she’s almost a new person now—an artist with her own studio, and sharing a brownstone apartment with her ride-or-die best friend, Joy, who insists it’s time for Feyi to ease back into the dating scene. Feyi isn’t ready for anything serious, but a steamy encounter at a rooftop party cascades into a whirlwind summer she could have never imagined: a luxury trip to a tropical island, decadent meals in the glamorous home of a celebrity chef, and a major curator who wants to launch her art career.

Silver Under Nightfall: Remy Pendergast is many things: the only son of the Duke of Valenbonne (though his father might wish otherwise), an elite bounty hunter of rogue vampires, and an outcast among his fellow Reapers. His mother was the subject of gossip even before she eloped with a vampire, giving rise to the rumors that Remy is half-vampire himself. Though the kingdom of Aluria barely tolerates him, Remy’s father has been shaping him into a weapon to fight for the kingdom at any cost.

Disintegrate/Dissociate: In her powerful debut collection of poetry, Arielle Twist unravels the complexities of human relationships after death and metamorphosis. In these spare yet powerful poems, she explores, with both rage and tenderness, the parameters of grief, trauma, displacement, and identity. Weaving together a past made murky by uncertainty and a present which exists in multitudes, Arielle Twist poetically navigates through what it means to be an Indigenous trans woman, discovering the possibilities of a hopeful future and a transcendent, beautiful path to regaining softness. 

The Perks of Loving a Wallflower: As a master of disguise, Thomasina Wynchester can be a polite young lady—or a bawdy old man. She’ll do whatever it takes to solve the cases her family takes on. But when Tommy’s beautiful new client turns out to be the highborn lady she’s secretly smitten with, more than her mission is at stake . . . 

It Came from the Closet: Queer Reflections on Horror: Horror movies hold a complicated space in the hearts of the queer community: historically misogynist, and often homo- and transphobic, the genre has also been inadvertently feminist and open to subversive readings. Common tropes—such as the circumspect and resilient “final girl,” body possession, costumed villains, secret identities, and things that lurk in the closet—spark moments of eerie familiarity and affective connection. Still, viewers often remain tasked with reading themselves into beloved films, seeking out characters and set pieces that speak to, mirror, and parallel the unique ways queerness encounters the world. 

Refusing Compulsory Sexuality: A Black Asexual Lens on Our Sex-Obsessed Culture: Everything you know about sex and asexuality is (probably) wrong. The notion that everyone wants sex–and that we all have to have it–is false. It’s intertwined with our ideas about capitalism, race, gender, and queerness. And it impacts the most marginalized among us. For asexual folks, it means that ace and A-spec identity is often defined by a queerness that’s not queer enough, seen through a lens of perceived lack: lack of pleasure, connection, joy, maturity, and even humanity.

[ttheggrimrreaper]

12 days of Christmas, Day 5

Five Golden Rings

Married, Aged up Reo Mikage x NB!reader

Extra: Miri Mikage (Adopted or biological daughter, depends on what the reader chooses)

"Miri my love.... Did you take Daddy's rings?" Reo spoke softly, trying to be silly with the girl that sat in his lap, but you could hear the stress in his voice.

Reos five golden rings. He had five, and only five. Those meant a lot to him, resembling things that happened in his life that he truly cared about. You both were seated on the couch, Miri sitting in his lap as he tried to coax her into telling him if she took his rings.

"nuh uh!!" She giggled, clapping her hands before hugging him. Reo looked over to you with a strained smile and wide eyes as he gently patted her head with a shaky hand.

"Miri honey, we really need those rings..." You spoke softly, leaning forward to rest a hand on your daughter's shoulder. She looked at you and just smiled.

"If you can give Daddy his rings back, we will all go out for ice cream!" Reo had a habit of promising a reward, for confessing to a lie. Not the best idea, but he was desperate right now.Miri pulled away from Reo and looked up to him with excited eyes.

"Really?!" She squealed when Reo shook his head rapidly, eyes filling with hope. "Mmmmm.. I don't know where I put them." She shrugged, and you saw the terror in Reos eyes. "oh!! I think I know!! Follow me!" Miri quickly crawled out of Reos lap and ran off. Reo wasted no time in sprinting after her.

She ran to the closet bathroom, it was a large house., occasionally both you and Miri would get lost. "In here!!!" She grabbed her shampoo bottle and was about to pull the cap off and dump it all out. Reo beat her to it. Snatched the stupid pink bubble gum shampoo bottle and dumped it in his free hand. Once emptied, he found... Nothing.

"Just add that to the shopping list...." You murmered as you looked through the cabinets, rummaging through everything searching for any hint of a golden ring.

"daddy!! You're so silly!! It's in the blue one!!" Miri giggled, grabbing the blue bottle that was right behind the pink one. Her conditioner. She shakily dumped the contents of it into Reos sticky hands, as he carefully shifted through the paste he sighed once he felt the cold metal.

"there it is..." He stood and went to the sink to wash away any of the blue mess that was still on his hands. Once done he dried off the ring and put it on his pinky finger.

His promise ring. When you and Reo had first gone out you mentioned promise rings as a joke... Only to find that Reo had taken it seriously and purchased two gold rings... Because apparently rich people can't get the cheap versions of stuff. You had your promise ring on a necklace, it was easier to keep track of that way. In fact, you were wearing that necklace right now.

"yay!!! Now let's go find the others!" Miri cheered as she grabbed your hand and dragged you along, more like you let her drag you but still. Reo following hot on your trail. Then you entered the kitchen. "In the knife drawer!"

"sorry what!?" Reo momentarily forgot about the rings, what was his FIVE year old daughter doing with big knives!? You only kept the big ones in the knife drawer, and that drawer wasn't even a drawer. It was a small box on a shelf. So this 'knife drawer' that your daughter was getting into was concerning. Although, your and Reos nerves were quickly calmed when she pointed to the utensil drawer. You kept some butter knives there so she must have gotten confused. Reo was quick to get back in the game, Miri could just barely see over the drawer. Reo shuffled through the utensil drawer until he held up another small ring.

"...why?" We're his only words. The bathroom one made sense, she wanted to hide it. But in the utensil drawer? What could have possibly made her hide this one here?

"I wanted some toat with butter! But I couldn't get the knife to spend the butter!"

"how did you toast the toast!?" You gasped out, the toaster wasn't even out on the counter.

"from the snack drawer...What do you mean toast the toast?" She looked shocked. And now it made sense. To her, all bread was toast, and in her attempt to reach a butter knife she left the ring.

"Miri.. if we find the other three rings we will get you ice cream and toast with butter!" Miri looked amazed with Reos offer. Toast and Ice cream!? Best day ever for little girl. She immediately ran off once more, Reo dropped the other two rings in your hand as he followed.

"Check in our room, specifically under our bed." He said before he left. Miri liked to hide under there, so there was a chance she took one of the rings with her. You nodded, looking at the two rings you had. The promise ring, and the anniversary ring... He had got you both matching rings with each other's names on them. Your ring had his name, and his had yours. You looked down at the engraving. As stressful as this situation was... Seeing the engraving made your heart warm. Your anniversary ring was also on the same necklace as your promise ring. You don't know what you would do if you lost them... Well, actually you did. The same thing Reo was doing right now.

Kneel down with your phone in your hand as you reach under the bed, flashlight on the other rings on his night table. "Come on now.. where are you." You mumbled to yourself. Finally after moving past forgotten clothing, you felt cold metal, the gold glinting in the light. This ring was one you got for him! You smiled at the memory. It had a singular soccer ball engraved on the inside of it, and you thought he would love it, and he did. That's three rings down.

Standing up and setting the ring with the other on the night table. Three rings., out of five. Hopefully he could find the other two.

"hey.... I put Miri to bed. Promised her toast and butter for breakfast, and ice cream for lunch.." Reo said as he walked in, you sat down on the bed. He sounded defeated. "Found another ring. The one you and Miri picked out for my birthday." He sat down next to you, leaning on you.

"then we're just missing one more! Which one is it?"

"Engagement ring,,," he took your hand, the one with your own engagement ring on it. You frowned,,. The one he deemed to be most important. He sighed, laying back. You followed, grabbing a pillow to put under your head.

"what... What is that?" You mumbled to yourself as you felt something round between your head and the pillow. Lifting your head, Reo still pouting as he looked to the ceiling. Looked down you saw the feint out line of a ring. Between the pillow sheet! "Reo!" You yelled as you fished it out, holding it up. At first he barely responded. Just side eyeing you, but then sat up and snatched the ring from you. He wasted no time in putting it on.

"and that's five." He hummed as he hugged you. The stress from today's adventures forgotten. "We gotta teach Miri not to steal however."

"says the one rewarding her with ice cream when she tells you she stole" you snapped back, Reo chuckled and pressed a kiss to your temple.

"yeah yeah. Thanks for the help Y/n"

"If it's for you, I would do anything to help." You smiled, the snake starting to build up against the window causing a white glow to the floor just below it. It was a stressful day, but in the end, it just reminded you that Reo really did love you.

Day 4 Day 6

Masterlist

[sohnric]

BIGGER BOYS AND STOLEN SWEETHEARTS — K. SUNWOO

pairing: kim sunwoo x fem! reader

genre: fluff. platonic but also not really 👀 jealous sunwoo that is also very delusionally in love with the reader. sunwoo plays the electric guitar but also he's kind of shit so yn has to help him

word count: 1.8k

warnings: swearing, jealousy, the reader is basically half naked and sunwoo ogles a bit

a/n: this fic is my way of battling writer's block. uni is kicking my ass but also i thought of this in the train omw home so i guess its also good for something. this is very much inspired by sunwoo wanting to learn how to play electric guitar, me remembering i own one, and also miri @/satoruly associating bigger boys and stolen sweethearts with me and making me forever insane because of it. also reblog and comment pls its so quiet here its depressing.

once again thank u so much @csenke for beta reading this fiesty baby and thank u @from-izzy for helping me with the flirty bits i owe you my life.

“You have to leave by 5, because I’m hanging out with Mark later,” you call for him as you enter the room, eyes catching a glimpse of Sunwoo sitting on your bed, an electric guitar in his hand. The boy furrows his brows at your words, a bitter taste on his tongue making him roll his eyes as he focuses his attention on the instrument in his lap, fingers aimlessly playing with the strings.

“Okay, alright,” he hisses, clicking his tongue. If you notice anything odd about his behavior, you don’t mention it to him– and if he was self-aware enough to recognise the acid aftertaste your words leave in his mouth for what it really was, he’d be even glad for your sudden blindness to his infatuation with you.

“We’re going to the new bistro that opened downtown,” you hum, as if to only fuel the boy’s frustration further. If all you wanted to do was talk about the guy, why did you invite Sunwoo over in the first place? This was starting to feel like a trap.

“I told you about that place,” he huffs.

“Thank you for the recommendation,” you smile at him ironically, and when your eyes finally meet, Sunwoo recognises the playful glint in your eye– you’re 100% aware of the tension in the air, enjoying the way you have the boy completely under your spell, ready to be torn into pieces. It’s that look you have on your face every time a guy hits on you– the one that mirrors victory, the slightest kick it gives your self-esteem making you grin to yourself as you twirl your hair on your finger and satisfy the man with the slightest touch on his arm. You play into it– you always do– but you never quite let anyone sweep you off your feet completely.

“I thought we would check it out together,” Sunwoo says, fingers plucking at the E string of the guitar, making a dull sound resonate through your room as the background to your conversation.

“We can do that later,” you say, shrugging, “I’ll give you all the recommendations.”

“Traitor,” Sunwoo hisses, glaring at you with a tinge of hurt behind his orbs.

“Don’t be so butthurt.”

“Don’t be so merciless, then,” the boy counters, averting his gaze from yours. “Is he picking you up? I bet he doesn’t even have a car.”

“That’s an unusual way to express jealousy, considering you don’t even have a car, Sunwoo,” you grimace, chuckling at the emotional outburst of your friend. “Besides, his dad owns a car bazaar. I think the possibilities of him not owning a car are quite close to zero.”

Sunwoo stays quiet at that, the call-out making red splotches appear on his cheeks from shame. His eyes quickly move to the guitar again, hypnotizing it with his gaze, fingers clamming at the strings. 

Do you like torturing him? Is this what it’s all about? Just a few days ago, he thought he had it all– sneaking his hand into the back pocket of your jeans as he was dropping you off, receiving a ruffle to his hair after you pulled away from his hug, sending a flying kiss to him as you disappeared behind the front door. Today, all you’re talking about is Mark, Mark’s car, Mark’s family, Mark’s school, Mark’s fucking hairstyle, and all Sunwoo can do is either rip out all of his hair, or fantasize about ripping out Mark Lee’s instead– strand by strand, slowly, mercilessly.

“Whatever,” he comments, shaking his head at you. After many months of being friends with you, he should be immune to your charms. The more time he spends with you, though, the more unarmed he seems to be to your enchanting magnetism. You’re not nice to his heart, but up until this moment, he kinda liked the tug of war over yours.

The moment drags itself along before he hears you sigh from somewhere in front of him, frustration so evident in the sound. Sunwoo doesn’t really know what you have to be so infuriated about, since as far as he’s aware, he’s the one left cold and unwanted in the comfort of your room that smells deadly of your perfume (that’s so hard to shake off sometimes, yet he can’t find it in him to hate the sweet scent), but as he looks up to meet your eye, he chokes on his own spit at the image that meets his eye.

“You still don’t know how to play that riff, do you?” you click your tongue, shaking your head. It’s not the action that leaves Sunwoo feeling warmer than before, sweat almost comically appearing on his forehead– the image of you in only last remains of your school uniform does, though, as his eyes unashamedly scan the lengths of your now uncovered legs up your thighs to the curve of your bum, visible as you stare at him sideways, soft skin only slightly covered by the tinge oversized white button-down, red lace peeking out, piercing his gaze.

The boy silently shakes his head, licking his lips in a scattered manner. “Nope,” he admits, letting the last syllable pop in the now silent room, blood rushing to his ears as you stride forward and reach his position in your bedsheets.

“It’s really easy,” you huff, “you just– wait, let me show you,” you start, almost making the boy offer your own guitar back to you, before he watches you climb into the bed behind him, making his breathing hitch in his throat.

This is not at all what he expected you to do, he recognises when he feels your breathing on his neck as you lean over him, thighs straddling his back and pressing into his sides when you kneel on the mattress behind his back in order to have the best vision of the guitar. Sunwoo’s hands slip off the instrument when he finds your head next to his, your arms sneaking around his figure to press the chords down with your digits instead, strumming the strings and caging the boy into your scent and the flush of your muscles, forcing him to watch the little tutorial from first point of view. Your fingers move skillfully against the strings, having played that exact riff many times before (which is also why Sunwoo decided to pick it up, for it reminded him of the afternoons spent in the comfort of your room, laying on the rug in the middle of the floor as you played him your favorite songs), and he can’t help but feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up when your breath meets the side of his face.

“Clearer now?”

“Mhm,” he gulps, nodding. He’s too afraid to turn his head, too scared to see your face so from up close and not instinctively trail his gaze to your lips (of which curves have been sculpted in the heaven, he thinks), and so he only results to taking ahold of the guitar again, battling the reality of having your naked legs pressing into him from behind, fighting the image of your underwear out of his head to the best of his abilities.

He tries to mimic the position of your fingers on the guitar, but the fact that he remembered it wrong (or just was too distracted by his surroundings to really take the information in) is set out to him when you quickly take ahold of his hand, left palm glazing his to move his ring finger to the right position. “Here,” you hum, “that’s the problem. You keep pressing it on the 3rd fret instead of the 4th and that’s why it sounded so weird,” you laugh, the vibration of it against his back making Sunwoo feel like he’s being pumped with pure electricity, fireflies filling his stomach.

“I think it’s too fast for me to keep up with,” he complains, managing to drag a coherent sentence out of his mouth.

“I’ll pluck the strings for you,” you offer, voice saccharine right in his ear, “just try to get the chord patterns down.”

The boy nods, forcing the snapshots of the chord placements to the front of his brain, both begging to get it right so you end your little intimate tutoring session and also hoping he messes up again just to have you scold him and forcefully dragging his fingers to the correct strings– having Sunwoo pathetically yearning for the slightest of your touches. The heartbeat ringing in his own ears serves him as a metronome, and as he chews on the inside of his cheek when he starts, his head spins with the intoxication of your scent, making it hard for him to focus on the tune. 

“You got it wrong again,” you hiss into his ear, making goosebumps appear all over his skin. Oh, how mean you are– completely aware of the effect you have on the boy. He’s starting to think you love the idea of torturing him. It must be fun to have someone so under your spell, so drunk on your bare existence. 

“I’ll practice more until our next tutoring,” he gulps, laughing airly as you let go of him and move away, letting the poor boy finally breathe.

“You better,” you snicker, standing up and walking back over to your opened closet, bending over to pick up your discarded skirt off the ground and offering the boy a clear view of your bum from where he’s sitting on your bed. Now, there’s no denying you like to tease him. And Sunwoo is aware he might get burned, but like a little boy, he kind of enjoys playing with fire. “Or I’ll start to think you are enjoying my lessons a little too much.”

“Only the ones where you get all angry with me,” he notes, placing the guitar next to him on the bed, his palms now too sweaty to continue playing. “You’re kind of hot when you scream at me.”

Throwing a playful look over your shoulder at the boy, making the first two buttons of your blouse undone, a chuckle leaves your throat. “You’re not the first one to tell me that, sweetheart,” you note. “Now leave my room, you pervert. It’s almost 5 and I have to change.”

Defeated, but still obedient, Sunwoo stands up from your bed and takes slow steps towards the door, dreading his departure. The idea of Mark Lee getting to enjoy this side of you makes Sunwoo particularly green, but the feelings quickly fade when he remembers the moments from a few seconds ago, when he thinks back to the softness of your skin. Before he has the chance to leave, though, a tug on his tie yanks him towards you– the school uniform still covering his body from when he walked home with you two hours ago, carrying both of your bags,  proving as an effective attire for your afternoon hangouts.

Pulling him down so your faces are on the same level, the tips of your noses almost touching, has Sunwoo’s shocked eyes grow comically wide and his cheeks burn a crimson red. He feels your breathing fan his lips from the proximity, heart once again running a marathon in his chest when your voice purrs out in a feline-like manner, riling him up. “Always tugging on those strings, but I'll have you know, Sunwoo, you tug on mine all the time,” you grin, gaze only momentarily slipping towards his chapped lips.

Oh, you’re not nice. You’re pretty fucking far from nice– from how you’re playing with his heart, leading him on. 

Or are you not…? He guesses he’ll have to find out. 

You're a far better guitar player than Sunwoo is, but if you ever wanted a new instrument to perfect, he is more than willing to offer you his body to practice on. 

[bsd-elle]

Thoughts on Buddy Daddies Episode 9

I have so many thoughts about this episode and it all stems from P.A works' fantastic SUBTLE writing choices.

This episode, on paper, sounds like a pretty cliche sports day episode, but they somehow managed to show us the character progression and the relationship progression between the characters.

The biggest progress we can blatantly see is Rei taking an effort to help Kazuki more.

And we can see that Kazuki reacts accordingly.

Kazuki is surprised by this development, and voices his concern.

Rei was genuinely impacted by the events in episode 7, realizing that he was pretty 'useless' when it came to raising Miri, and has taken the initiative to give a helping hand.

And what I love about that is, we know that Rei had absolutely no clue how to work a microwave or any basic cooking, so for him to automatically suggest and start making onigiri shows that either he had previously asked Kazuki how to make simple items, or two, he was more observant when Kazuki was cooking, because he wanted to be able to do more, do anything to make his little girl smile.

And it's so wonderful to see them actually bring up this plot point and continue it, rather than letting it be a one-off plot point.

They pick up on his interest to be more involved and we see him actually trying.

Knowing the unfortunate circumstances of his childhood, it's not that Rei doesn't want to help out or get into Miri's activities, but rather that he simply doesn't KNOW what to do. Doesn't know what's right.

His hesitance throughout the Episode is evidence of that, his hesitance to give Miri his riceballs.

He genuinely looks so sad, feeling like he can't compete with Kazuki's sheer talent with cooking.

His hesitance to even cheer for Miri.

Growing up in a family full of espionage and assassination, quietness and taking up little to no space must've been embedded into his system, into his psyche, and the fact that he's actively trying to be loud, to draw attention to himself, just shows the effort he's putting into taking care and raising Miri, something his father never attempted to try.

And both Kazuki and Miri appreciate his efforts.

They understand that he's trying and are so enthusiastic and receptive to his attempts.

Which is why he takes it to heart that Miri fell down because he was 'loud'.

I think, in that moment, he thought that he failed, that failure is never acceptable.

But, that final reassurance from Miri (in the cutest way possible), that he didn't fail, he didn't do anything wrong, and Miri considers them all to be a family, something he never had, something he's never known, that's all he needed to realize that, yes, maybe he'll fail, but at the end of the day, Miri is happy, and there's nothing else that matters.

The other one I wanted to talk about, which is definitely more subtle, but the progression of Kazuki and Rei's relationship is truly so beautiful.

Kazuki treasures the help Rei attempts and supports him in every way possible.

When Rei said that he wanted to make riceballs and was worried if Miri would like it, Kazuki instantly reassures him that Miri would love it.

In fact, he proudly proclaims to Miri that Rei would be making onigiri. And I'm sure that if he hadn't, there might be a chance that Miri wouldn't have been able to eat it, while Rei was clouded by his doubt.

When Miri says that she likes the onigiri and she thanks Rei, Kazuki immediately tells him, "hey, you did good, look our daughter agrees too. You're doing good and trying, and we both see that".

When Rei is drowning in his self-loathing about potentially causing Miri to lose the gold medal, Kazuki tries to reassure him and tell him that he didn't do anything wrong.

Finally, when they're walking back, Kazuki tells him that he's proud of him, that he worked hard, and you can tell that Rei really appreciated that, to know that his efforts were being accepted.

And that's why their relationship grows in such an organic manner, Rei puts in the effort, tries his best to help out to the best of his abilities, and Kazuki reassures him, let's him know about things that he would have no idea about, and vocally supports him.

And Miri, my sweet angel, with her bright personality and even brighter smile, constantly comforts both Kazuki and Rei, that she's happy, that they ARE a family.

The reason they are a family is because each one of them helps each other, is an equal part in the group.

And at the end of the day, they're just all trying their best, taking one step at a time, while the others, cheer them on.

(And this picture is the perfect symbolism of that sentiment, Rei awkwardly trying his best to smile, and Kazuki physically trying to bring him closer into the picture).

[trekmupf]

Kirk starring in The Pacifier 🧬🧒 💉

Pro

Love how McCoy hangs out on the bridge for no reason, again

McCoy, old timey architecture enthusiast

McCoy and Spock get to interact so much during this!

Kirk's way of dealing with the kids has such a range this episode – we go from softly and nicely interacting with Miri to literally yanking a child off a table after desperately yelling nonsense

Pointing out separately how Kirk is beat up by a bunch of children

Spock famously sniffing and almost nibbling the documents

Spock being helpless and having to deal with the possibility of his friends dying and him staying behind; also further insight in his unique position due to his heritage

McCoy also feeling helpless – and giving us insight into his character: being scared of succumbing to the illness and hurting others, trying to safe not only his friends but a bunch of children, the stress of the time constraint and him doing the logical thing in the end and testing the vaccine on himself as soon as Spock is out of sight so no one can stop him

Also him shouting for Spock immediately

Spock leaning over him is a great moment for all the shippers out there (me)

Also extra point for McCoy looking beautiful while lying unconsciously on the floor (a trend that picks up in S3)

the deterioration of sanity in the adults is actually terrifying and adds to the tension

the basic idea for the plot (a virus that kills adult and leaves a planet full of almost immortal children and stranding out characters there)

creepy atmosphere, especially in the beginning with the children's voices

Generally the tension early in the episode is held up by not knowing what's going on, then gains speed because we know exactly what's going on

great set design underlining the creepy narrative and feeling of being lost without help

Another narrative about the dangers of pursuing immortality / long-levity which ends up in great tragedy

Also This episode analysis by @trek-tracks is amazing. Major galaxy brain energy.(who doesn't love our boys suffering juuust a little bit more)

Con

The casting of Jahn is just. Not great. I know why they had to put in a „leader“ but he gets too much screentime, is everything I hate about children characters and he annoys me.

The children's group scenes are exhausting

The childrens "language", even though it makes sense and is technically a nice touch, gets old real fast

The combination of that makes parts of the episode feel almost silly (in a not good way) and are hard to watch

Even though it's sort of realistic considering Miri's narrative the jealousy plot with Yeoman Rand is unnecessary. It takes away time that could've been used to explore better themes in the episode and plays the only two female characters of the episode against each other

I wish Yeoman Rand would have more to do to do than "make Miri jealous and be scared"

after the episode takes a long time to get to certain points the ending feels very sudden

I know it looks like so many more Pro points but I love some of the characterwork, and the points that are bad are SO BAD.

Counter:

Kirk shirt-rip

One of the trio being ready to sacrifice himself (McCoy)

Quote: „And I do want to go back to the ship, captain“ - Spock Honorary: That Look Bones and Spock share when Kirk asks them to „simply create a vaccine“ Moment: McCoy being immediately ready to sacrifice himself and the dynamic surrounding that

Extra shot of beautiful McCoy with Spock gently holding his face

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[manias-wordcount]

The Same Dreams (Rei Suwa x Reader x Kazuki Kurusu)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗬 𝗙𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥'𝗦 𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗧𝗢 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗗𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗗𝗔𝗗 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘. 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆'𝗮𝗹𝗹 :]

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘇𝘆

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

By the time you come to, your eyesight is filled with the bright lights of the TV screen. 

 It’s foreign. It’s different. It just doesn’t seem real in this moment. But yet, it is.

 You let out a soft sound- groaning lightly at the agony of being awoken by such an offensive sight from such a peaceful slumber. It’s harsh, beaming, bright, colorful, and all sorts of things that you can’t help but hate in this tired, tired moment of yours. But no matter how hard you squeeze your eyes shut and try to pretend it doesn’t exist, some of that light slips through the cracks. And suddenly, your eyesight is adjusting. Even though you really rather it didn’t.

 Alas, it’s out of your control. And all too soon, you find that despite the darkness surrounding the open windows of the apartment contrasting the lights from the TV screen, you can see clearly once again. Your mind still moves a bit slowly. You’re sleepy and you’re warm and you’re content with this feeling. As you move to turn your head to take in the rest of the room, you still feel the lull of tiredness in your brain. But it eases up as you look from spot to spot- taking in all that you see. The tray of half-eaten snacks on the coffee table. The pile of dirty pots and pans in the kitchen, just out of sight. A mess of cables where phones and consoles and controllers fight to be plugged in for power. The line of stuffed animals angled to view the TV screen. And at the center of it all a passed-out Miri. 

 Wrapped in a blanket pile on the ground, head on a pillow, and completely conked out with a tiny snack wrapper in her hand.

 Once your eyes land on her, the memories of tonight come back to you oh-so-clearly. You were called over for a babysitting gig while the boys were away at work. And that turned into being convinced that you should stay for dinner since Miri was having so much fun…and there was nothing in your fridge at home. And one thing led to another, and suddenly, it’s a game tournament between three of you while the cooking takes place. But after a little bit more fun, it’s time for dinner. But after dinner, there comes more cries of how Miri doesn’t want you to go- how she doesn’t want the fun to end. And so, you found yourself sitting down on the couch once more. But this time, you’re wrapped in blankets. You’re swaddled with care. You’re sitting between two very handsome men…

 “Um, Rei…? Kazuki...?”

 …who just can’t seem to let you go.

 At the sound of your soft murmur, you feel Rei shift. You’re aware he’s a light sleeper- you’ve been told it comes with his territory. Though you didn’t expect him to be woken up by such a quiet whisper. One so far away from his ears, no less. Right now, he’s half laid across the sofa with his head on your lap and his arms wrapped around your thigh. His long legs hang over the side of the couch air while the rest of his body sinks into the plush surface. You can’t help but think to yourself that this position can’t be comfortable. But when you take the chance and give a soft whisper of his name again, you’re met with a familiar, low tone of voice that never fails to capture your attention.

 “Go back to sleep already…”

 For a split second, his comment surprises you. It’s followed by a rustle of him moving beneath his own blanket, before curling into you and your body even tighter than before. Your breath hitches at his reaction. You’re not used to seeing Rei this affectionate. Hell, you’re not used to seeing Rei this open or touchy or even comfortable with another person before. Even Miri still has to initiate all her cuddles. So you decided that you had to do it- you had to take the chance. But Rei barely reacts to the feels of your hand reaching out and curling through his messy bangs. No, he welcomes it as he turns a little more into your grasp and silently urges you to keep combing through his hair as he melts into your lap once more. 

  Though despite how floored you are at the rare sight before you, a quick look to the clock tells you that it’s way after the young girl’s bedtime. And something needs to be addressed:

 “Someone needs to put Miri to bed.” You whisper to him. Half of you hopes that this will be enough for him to let you go- let you stand and grab her so she can be tucked in nice and proper and get a good night’s rest. But the other half of you? “And I need to go home too. It’s after midnight.”

 The other half of you is wondering why you decided to open your mouth and say something like that in the first place. But fortunately for you- there’s already an invitation waiting for you. And this time, it’s coming from a voice you were a little more sure was still fast asleep by your side.

 “Stay the night,” Kazuki tells you. “I’ll get her to bed soon. So stay with us, okay?”

  His voice sounds heavy, and his breath feels warm against your skin. His head is still buried in your neck, and the arm slung around your shoulder squeezes you once. Twice, as if to say he’s not letting you go without a fight. And with that, the offer becomes tempting. A sweet deal. Spending time with your favorite boys and their adorable little girl. But the rational, adult in you is telling you how bad of an idea this is. It’s reminding you how you haven’t checked your calendar to see if you’re on the clock tomorrow. It’s reminding you how you haven’t set an alarm for when to wake up. It’s reminding you that you probably have errands to run or phone calls to make or things to remember or-

 The arm around your neck shifts. Though you aren’t quite aware of its movement or its purpose until the hand it’s attached to is suddenly under your chin. Titling your head to the side and then up, up, up until there’s more than enough space for Kazuki to make his move. More than enough room for soft lips to find their home against your jugular- delivering soft, convincing kisses to your skin. As if he knew you were going to be a flight risk all along.

 As if he knew you were going to be the most reluctant flight risk all along.

 “Rei,” Kazuki calls quietly in between kisses. The blonde doesn’t seem to care how your face warms at each contact. He doesn’t seem to care how your breathing has changed or how your heartbeat has increased with every single peck to your skin. He doesn’t even seem to care that he’s kissing your neck all soft and sweet like as his partner and closest friend curl up on your lap without a single care in the world. But as it turns out…he doesn’t have a good reason to. “Go set up in my room. I’ll join you guys as soon as I’m done with Miri.”

 And with that, Kazuki sheds his own blanket and pulls away from you. When he stands to his full height and stretches, your eyes catch his amber-colored ones for a moment. And you like to think that the knowing smile he flashes you isn’t because of your flustered, dazed, and a little bit disappointed expression is all too easy to see as it bathes in the light of the TV. But you’re not left in that state for long. Because all too soon, Rei is lifting himself up and out of your lap as well. He shares a nod with his partner as the two pass each other. Miri resting on Kazuki’s side as the blonde picks her up and takes her to her room. And you, now standing on your own two shaky feet as Rei slings an arm around your waist and pulls you into his side.

 Kazuki disappears with Miri as Rei busies himself with turning off the TV and grabbing the three phones left on the ground. He hands one of them to you, and you thank him quietly as you slide your device into your pocket. Your good manners are rewarded with the sight of Rei ducking his head down by your should neck and the feeling of his lips delivering a tiny peck to your shoulder. And then another one. And another one. And then one more, for good measure. 

 At this point, your head is swimming. As much as you hate it, you can’t help but tell yourself that this is a dream. That you’re dreaming. The nicest, prettiest, most desirable dream. Because the boys you know would never give this much attention. Never give you still much affection even though you wish for them to. But Rei’s hands on your waist, as he guides you through the apartment, feel so real. And the bed you find yourself laying on after a blur of emotions and movement throughout the apartment feels so real too. Almost as real as the loose hoodie that smells just like Rei covering your torso. Almost as real as the big pair of shorts you were dressed in that you swore you’d seen on Kazuki before. But it can’t be real. It can’t be. 

 There’s no way that the two men you’ve fallen so deeply for have just dressed you up in their clothes just to crawl under the covers and fall asleep by your side once more. No way.

 It’s foreign. It’s different. It just doesn’t seem real in this moment. But it’s so desirable. It’s so tempting. 

 It’s so real.

 Because when all is said and done, Rei’s bangs are now tickling your forehead as he dozes off in front of you, his nose brushing just against yours. Because when all is said and done, Kazuki’s arm is now slug over your side as his breath tickles your neck, and he enters his own dreamland just behind you.

 Because when all is said and done?

 You’re in between two sleepy boys who can’t help but dream the same dreams that you would too.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Christmas Time: Yandere Buddy Daddies x Teen Delinquent Reader

The sight of snow behind the luxury condo’s window still felt odd to you

 Even with the fluffy insulating blanket around your body it still felt…weird

You didn’t look at the orange and flower embroidered blanket rustling next to you

With a yawn, Miri poked her head out to look for you

“(Y/n)? W-where oh, there you are.”

She scooched up to you 

Shoving her way past your arms and into the comfort of your blanket, cozying up to your body

The sight of snow behind the luxury condo’s window still felt odd to you

 Even with the fluffy insulating blanket around your body it still felt…weird

You didn’t look at the orange and flower embroidered blanket rustling next to you

With a yawn, Miri poked her head out to look for you

“(Y/n)? W-where oh, there you are.”

She scooched up to you 

Shoving her way past your arms and into the comfort of your blanket, cozying up to your body

“You always up so early… it's like you’re trying to leave me out.”

“I’d never Miri.”

She hummed clutching at your matching pajamas

You didn’t bother looking away from the snow sighing to yourself

“Is this your first time seeing snow?”

It was Re–Papa Rei who somehow quietly slotted himself next to you 

His hair was pulled back and he was wearing a nice suit with little tears

“Another...bad interview?”

“...Yeah…” He forgot that’s what they’ve been telling you two

“So first time?”

“...No, just the first time I’m inside for it.”

You could feel him looking at you 

“I heard…I know…the snow’s really different when you’re not surviving against it.”

You looked at him, listlessly worried for you 

Before turning your attention back to the window

“Alright, everyone! Are special cozy Christmas brunch is ready!”

Miri sluggishly perked up still wobbly with the effects of early morning/night gift giving

Thanks to circumstance Papa Kazuki had to be really roundabout when bringing Miri home

So all three of you spent the night napping irregularly and driving around

Only returning past midnight and forced to open presents early due to Miri’s demand Republic dictatorship

You didn’t mind it, getting more things you’d never imagine yourself holding in three lifetimes

And receiving kisses and hugs from everyone for gifts you don’t remember wrapping

It felt strange

With Miri slowly waking up her and Kazuki��s shouts of a feast almost underway

Beckoning you and Rei to join

With one more look at you, he went stripping off his work attire

It was Papa Kazuki who came to you 

Standing in front of you to block the window

“You too grumpy pants! Come on up you go!”

He made the motions with his hand before he went to grab you

Picking you up with ease as he made his way to the dinner table

you thought he’d put you down once you got there but he carries you still

Stopping before your designated chair

“Uhm Papa-Kazuki?”

“Yes, bug?”

“Can you put me down?”

“Hmmm?”

The blonde-brunette pretended to think 

To which you rolled your eyes

Giving a reluctant kiss to his cheek 

He finally let you down

“Awww you’re so well-behaved. Merry Christmas (Y/n)!”

“Mewwy Cwistmas!”

“Miri take your time and chew your food!”

“Omkay.”

“...Happy Christmas (Y/n).”

You sighed looking down at your plate full of all your favorites

Then back at your…family

“Thanks, guys, uh Merry Christmas?”

[fly-you-dam-fools]

Just Drive

racer!han jisung x spy!fem!reader

Genre: Racing AU/Cars AU (yes I know how original of me), Fluff, Angst, strangers to allies to lovers, adventure, spying

Type: Series

Warnings: Violence, spy stuff, weapons, death, car crash, minor injuries, one bed trope….at one point…I’m sorry

Summary: High stakes environments are all Han Jisung knows, growing up to be the rookie star in racing. Facing his next challenge in the World Grand Prix, he knows winning will give him a spot in the history books. High stakes environments are all you know too, leading your double life as a spy- tackling conspiracies to assassinations and back again. When your next mission lands you in the middle of this prestigious race around the world, your accidental encounter with Jisung turns into something more. You’ll need his help to solve the case…and to mend a broken heart. Turns out, he needs your help too.

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[sugar-grigri]

An overlay of games

Two injured arms? What are you trying to tell us, Fujimoto ?

The interesting thing about the first part of the chapter is this page in which Denji hesitantly answers. It's another way of accentuating his existential crisis, even when he's called an impostor, Denji can't defend his position firmly and confidently.

It's normal, he's still bound by the dilemma of the public hunters who have forbidden him to reveal and be Chainsaw Man himself, and above all he's competing with the impostor for his own identity.

Denji isn't THAT scandalized by being pointed out as a wannabe CSM because he is one now, he's been so robbed of his identity that he's almost willing to become himself.

This chapter also hints at the fact that the public hunters don't agree on everything, probably because of a hierarchy or unity game. For example, some hunters only thought that the church was having fun playing CSM, not knowing that it was fighting against the prophecy of Nostradamus.

However, this information was gathered by Yoshida through his interview with Fami, but it remained highly confidential. Here again, this public hunter doesn't know that Denji is CSM. In short, information isn't leaking out of the Special Division 7.

Yoshida is the mediator between the public hunters and Denji, but also with the church with Fami. Katana, Quanxi and the possessed man with the dripping brain are the henchmen. Fumiko is the one in charge of preventing any temptation on Denji's part to get closer to the church.

But there's something else that I find even more interesting that follows this point. If we try to untangle everyone's role. We end up with Yoshida; Quanxi; Katana; the possessed one with the overflowing brain; Fumiko; Denji and on the other, on the church side, we have Fami, Barem, Miri, the weapon of the whip, the bow and finally Asa. That's six against six.

Asa's room is 606. And as I've explained several times, Fujimoto tends to play with numbers in this part 2. So I'm going to try and give you an explanation.

When I saw that not only Quanxi had her arm bruised but Yoshida had sliced Asa's arm, the first thing I thought was "a tie". On one side we have Quanxi losing her arm to protect while on the other we have Yoshida attacking with a slice. The fact remains that an arm has been lost on each side, so there's a certain balance.

Let me remind you that there are six against six in this game, and nobody has won any points yet, which makes 0. 6 0 6, ball in the middle.

I sincerely believe that what Fujimoto is setting up is a form of game, a war in which we're going to have to keep score. Barem is called Barem BRIDGE, a card game of 2. against 2. This time it's not just a game about the clan war but the whole manga: Fami and Barem on one side, the demon of Death and maybe Fake! CSM on the other

Did you know that one of the players called himself the dead man? ;))))))

I think the human usurper and fake!CSM are two different entities because the demon has twice interfered with Fami's plan by eliminating the fire demon (Yuko) and saving Denji and Asa.

But it doesn't stop there, so let me come back to a few bridge rules (I don't know how to play, so if I'm wrong, please correct me). The game opens with the "contract", i.e. declarer commits to making a given number of tricks. Just like the beginning of the game in CSM started with Barem announcing his contract with the fire demon.

A game of bridge is played in several moves, each move corresponding to a deal. Each player holds 13 cards, which they have arranged in a row to form what is known as their "deck" or "hand". Again, this is not to say that game 2 works exactly like bridge (and its horribly complex rules) but rather to emphasise the symbolism.

Every time one of the sides moves, an injury occurs, a limb is neutralised or even pulverised.

I wanted to end this analysis with the "strong" part of the chapter, Yoru's return in force. I was stuck on the symbolism of the arm, its symbolism in art and its relationship to war. So much so that I forgot to read the line: Yoru is a team player, she speaks as "we".

And then everything fell into place. There's a contrast between Yoru's exaltation and the fact that she's still missing a member. But everything makes sense with this fusion introduced by the "we".

Yoru is missing nothing, not even an arm, and Asa has become the perfect continuity of her being and her limbs.

Asa may have transformed her flat, her home, but she hasn't lost her bearings, because each of these girls has become the home of the other.

While Denji denies the duality of his being, Asa is embracing it.

While Yoru, even without her arm, feels her strength reaching its peak thanks to her completeness with Asa.

Now, don't you think that making room 606 a weapon whose number symbolizes the status quo is just the beginning of hostilities?

To be obsessed with victory, even if it means leaving your mark, isn't that the definition of waging war?

Or is it just playing a card game ?