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atsushi: just be yourself dazai: be myself? atushi boi i have one day to win everyone over- how long did it take for you guys to start liking me?? yosano: couple weeks kunikida: six months chuuya: jury's still out dazai: see atsushi? "be myself" what kinda garbage advice is that-

[pigeons-with-jello]

having my actual name on my spotify is a dangerous game bc i like and reblog every other spotify playlist i come across then add it to my library

[kentuckywrites]

The End of All Things - REWRITE

On July 6th, 2018, I succumbed to some self indulgence. Six years later, let's do it again. Featuring @deltheor 's Sydney ~

Pongo knew.��

The official BLADE report never made it into the public eye, but he knew Elma, and Elma knew everything, so he got the information out of her. While Pongo had been out on a forced vacation, Sydney had Brainjacked seventy percent of NLA’s population and had taken them to Cauldros, where he’d set himself up in a Ganglion fortress to play the role of false king. Elma showed him the witness reports, people recounting being controlled, people recounting their efforts to stop him. An elite team of Brainjack users were able to take him down, in the end, but even that almost hadn’t been enough. 

The rumors spread like a disease throughout NLA. He still walks among us, Pongo once heard. He’s been stripped of his rank, so hopefully he won’t be allowed anywhere near a knife again. I saw him in the residential district once - do you think he’s planning how to do it again?

It hurt. The rumors had nothing to do with Pongo, yet he still felt their sting. He could only imagine how deeply it was affecting Sydney.

In the end, the rumors and the official reports combined were enough for Pongo to make a decision. 

He pulled out his comm device and called Sydney just after noon. Someone had given Pongo his number a long time ago, long enough that Pongo couldn’t quite remember who it was. Sydney didn’t respond. Frantic, Pongo kept dialing and calling, dialing and calling, dialing and calling, come on Sydney why won’t you pick up -

“The fuck do you want?!”

And suddenly, everything Pongo had planned to say vanished into thin air. Gods above, Sydney’s anger was something to behold. Pongo knew he had to be quick, or Sydney would hang up. 

“H-Hi, Sydney,” Pongo started. “We, um…we need to talk.”

“We’re talking right now, dipshit.”

Damn it. Damn him. Pongo released a shaky breath, trying to keep himself composed. “I meant in person. This is not something I can talk to you about over the comm device.”

“I’m busy. You should spit it out and stop wasting my time -”

“Not over the comm device.”

Pongo hadn’t meant for his tone to get so strained, so forceful. Sydney didn’t respond immediately, and he almost wondered if the (former?) Interceptor had hung up after that little outburst. However, after a moment of silence, he got a response.

“Alright, fine. When would you like to plan our little date?”

Pongo swallowed hard. No, Pongo, it is not a date. Do not get your hopes up. He shook his head, then responded, “Well, um…do you know of that elevator by the West Gate? The one that leads to the very top of the walls of NLA?”

The location held many good memories for Pongo; that was the same elevator he’d taken down to the Industrial District, the very first time he’d stepped foot into the city. Back then, he had no idea who he was, or who he was meant to be. In recent months Pongo found himself revisiting the location, if only to reminisce on the past. Others had called this insight into himself and the hearts of others a blessing, and perhaps he could use this talent to…well. To see Sydney.

“I know the place,” Sydney said, again knocking Pongo out of his stray thoughts. 

“Would you be able to meet me there tonight? Maybe around eight?” Pongo asked.

“Sure, I guess. See ya then.”

“Right,” Pongo said, but the dial tone hit his ears before he had gotten his full response out. With a sigh, his hand lowered, and pressure built behind his eyes. Shoving his comm device in his back pocket, he looked to the horizon. The sun was high above him, a promise that the day was still young. It would be a painful wait until the appointed hour arrived.

~

Pongo found himself waiting at the bottom of the elevator fifteen minutes before eight. This corner of the city was quieter than he expected, but then again, this was the Industrial District. Outfitters, arms manufacturers, and construction workers hurried about the district in a mad frenzy. The chaos usually calmed his nerves; he felt at home in the hustle and bustle, the high energy that came with BLADE’s intellectual conquests. Yet tonight, as he’d been walking towards the meeting point, Pongo had briefly considered getting a drink at the Repenta Diner. Frye had once told him that spiking a coffee wasn’t out of the ordinary, and Pongo had seen first-hand how alcohol soothed aching hearts.

This was something he needed to be sober for, though, so in the end, Pongo had gotten a water from the diner. He’d nursed it in his hands and had taken two sips before discarding the cup. He wish he’d kept it now, as he had nothing to do with his hands aside from wringing them together. Sweat built beneath his palms, the friction of his gloves providing some level of distraction from his own thoughts. Funny, how he allowed himself to feel this. Funny, how it didn’t serve to distract him from the truth.

“Pongo? Helloooo? Anybody home in there?”

Pongo blinked a few times, and when he regained focus, he saw Sydney standing right in front of him. How long had he been standing there?! Gods above, Pongo was out of it, huh? He could even smell Sydney’s cologne - it was one of his favorites. Jasmin, saffron, cedarwood. An expensive blend. Pongo stepped back, his heart fluttering under his chest.

He did not wear this for you. Stop it.

“H-Hi,” Pongo stammered, “sorry about that, I just…”

“Lost in your own head?” Sydney guessed, raising one of his pierced eyebrows in annoyance. “Happens, I guess.”

“Right. Yeah,” Pongo grinned sheepishly, finally making eye contact with Sydney. What was the human saying again, something about eyes being windows to the soul? If that was the case, Pongo could see through Sydney, and in that brief moment, he saw the truth. Sydney was happy to see him.

That made Pongo want to cry.

“So what’s so important that you couldn’t tell me through comms, huh?” Sydney asked. “You’re an old-fashioned fucker if you prefer talking to people in person.”

“Then call me old-fashioned, I suppose,” Pongo laughed nervously, “I, um…I think this is going to be too important for comm messages, is all.”

“Guess I’ll be the judge of that,” he huffed, “so get on with it. I don’t have all night.”

Right, he said he was busy. Pongo needed to get to the point. But at the same time, BLADEs were flying past them both, some casting looks over their shoulders. Damn it, he should’ve thought about how busy it’d be here.

“We should find somewhere quieter,” he suggested, expecting some form of backlash.

To his surprise, however, Sydney shrugged. “Whatever floats your yacht.”

“I do not own a yacht.”

“...I’ll rent you one of mine, sometime. Maybe I’ll throw in a one percent discount on the rental fee, too.”

Pongo’s eyes started to sting as he held back tears. The offer sounded so genuine, so real. Do not get your hopes up. 

“I would like that,” he said softly, feeling his heart begin to rip itself apart. He turned away from Sydney before he could say anything else.

Pongo stepped onto the elevator platform, using the controls to send it to the top floor after Sydney had embarked. It was a long way to the top, so once the elevator fence came up and they began to ascend, Pongo found himself sneaking a glance at Sydney. He was facing away, observing the city below. It was an array of colors and lights under the darkened sky, replacements for the stars that didn’t shine that night. Sydney’s head turned slightly, and Pongo could see those same lights reflected in his eyes. What a vibrant red they were, the color of power and blood and undying strength. 

Red, the color of love.

The first tear fell. Pongo wiped it away with the back of his glove, wincing when he pulled his arm back. He’d done it too rough, and now his cheek hurt. Not enough to leave a bruise, but enough to leave a memory.

The elevator came to a stop at the top floor. Pongo stepped out once the railings came down without acknowledging Sydney. He came to rest his arms on the fencing along the platform, staring down at NLA. This was where Elma had taken him when he’d first entered the city, when Pongo was unsure about who and what he was. There was a kind of poetic satisfaction in returning here, a satisfaction in knowing that he had found himself. 

Though…had he?

No. Pongo wasn’t here to throw himself a pity party. Just push the feelings down, as you always have and always will.

“So…” Sydney said, leaning back on the railing to Pongo’s right, “what do you want?”

Pongo didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he let it go in a shaky exhale. Maybe he could save himself. Maybe he could find a silly excuse and have Sydney get mad at him for wasting his time. Maybe he could find another way to get the answers he needed. 

But he couldn’t do any of that in good conscience. He had to face this - and so did Sydney.

“Elma gave me access to the BLADE reports,” he finally said. “They, um…you Brainjacked over seventy percent of the population.”

Silence. Pongo didn’t have the strength to look up at Sydney, to gauge his reaction through his facial expressions. Yet the air shifted, a tension that was nearly unbearable. Pongo opened his mouth, too uncomfortable to remain quiet, but Sydney beat him to the punch.

“Yeah. Yeah, I did.”

A confession. Pongo gazed upwards at that, finding that Sydney had turned around to assume the same position as him. He was staring out at the city lights, his brow furrowed. From the profile, he looked…

He looked sad.

That was what Pongo had been searching for. That was the answer he needed. 

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine,” Sydney spat out in response.

“Sydney -”

“I’m fine,” he repeated, sharper this time, “why do you even care?”

Because I care about you.

He couldn’t say that. He shouldn’t.

“Because Elma also told me you suffered some kind of amnesia afterwards,” Pongo answered, “that you did not remember most of the time in Cauldros. It just…from everything I heard, I do not think that the one who Brainjacked everyone was truly you.”

“The fuck’s that supposed to mean?” Sydney’s voice rose, “Of course it was me!”

“No, no, Sydney, listen to me, that was not you -”

“SHUT UP!!”

Pongo flinched back at Sydney’s order. Sydney’s eyes were glazed over, tears trailing down his cheeks. He hunched over to hide his face, an ugly sob emanating from the back of his throat. It took every bit of willpower to resist rushing forward, to resist wrapping him up in a hug, to resist telling him that everything would be alright. 

I will not be able to let go if I hold him now.

“I don’t even know why you wanted to see me,” Sydney nearly shouted as he straightened his spine, spinning around to finally face him. “You know what I did. The entire fucking city knows what I did, but I don’t even fucking remember what happened. What, did you wanna point and laugh at the asshole who ruined lives for shits and giggles?!”

“It was not you,” Pongo pleaded, unable to hold back his own tears.

“Then who the fuck do you think I am, huh?! Who are you to tell me who I am and what I’m capable of?! I’m a fucking monster -”

“You are not a monster!!” Pongo cried, “You are not the same person as the one who Brainjacked the city!!”

“Oooh, so that was a fucking clone who did that, then?!” Sydney retorted, “Answer the fucking question, asshole - who am I?!”

Pongo swallowed hard, forcing himself to stare into Sydney’s eyes. His makeup was starting to smear, a black tar staining his cheeks. As Pongo spoke, his voice rose, gaining more and more strength.

“You act vain and narcissistic and you hardly care about anyone other than yourself. You buy things because you think it makes you happy, but you are never happy, because you think you are undeserving of everything you have been given. You act as though you only care about yourself because you do not want anyone showing you the slightest hint of compassion, and it is because you are terrified, Sydney, you are terrified of being loved because you think you do not deserve it, but damn it Sydney you do!!”

“I don’t deserve shit,” Sydney faltered, but now Pongo was shouting, now he felt too deeply.

“YES YOU DO!! Are you living?! Breathing?! Then you deserve someone who loves you, someone who will be there for you through thick and thin, someone who sees past all of your flaws and sees you for your heart!! Fucking hell, Sydney, I lo-”

He caught himself. 

“I know you deserve to be loved because I know you are a good person deep down!! Everyone deserves to be loved no matter how many times they have fucked up, and I will not sit back and watch you believe you are undeserving, because YOU ARE!!”

Pongo’s voice was cracking, a mirror to his heart. His breaths deep and painful, he stepped back, hitting the rail. The metal provided a cool sensation against his hands, welcome in the heated moment. Sydney looked shellshocked, eyes wide and unblinking. Pongo had never seen this expression before, and despite his fury, the sight made him near-nauseous. He had to close his eyes, a gentle breeze finally coming to soothe him, caressing the hair sticking to his face.

“The fact of the matter is that you have changed,” Pongo quietly said, controlling how his voice shook. “You put on the same act as before, but deep down…I see you, Sydney. I do.”

Silence, eternal. Pongo sighed. He couldn’t stay here. He couldn’t keep doing this. Getting attached, getting his heart broken when there was nothing left to break. 

“I am sorry if you had somewhere else to be,” he apologized, “I got my answer. I will leave you alone, if that is what you want.”

Pongo let go of the railing, straightening his spine and turning back towards the elevator. The silence remained deafening, and his thoughts raced to devour it whole. His own voice echoed in his ears, remnants of his anger, reflections of his soul. The anger was not towards Sydney, he concluded quickly, but rather towards himself. How could Pongo have been so stupid, to get this close to Sydney? The happy-go-lucky Interceptor with a heart of gold, with friends in every corner of the city and beyond, a man who dreamed and hoped and wished for more. That was selfish. That was greedy. That was wrong. He wasn’t allowed to wish for a deeper connection because he was destined to love and never be loved in return. That was his punishment, his sentence, his -

A hand, quickly grasping his. Metal under his skin. A whisper, a plea in the dark. 

“Don’t go.”

Pongo wasn’t strong enough to keep his gaze fixed forward. He looked to Sydney, to the quivering form that had stopped him from leaving. He was a shell - or perhaps, this was the original Sydney, the one who was showing his true colors after years and years of hiding in plain sight. And his true colors were beautiful in every sense, vibrant red and gold and white. His palm pressed in Pongo’s own was a dream, a hope, a wish come true. 

Pongo looked down at their intertwined hands. He couldn’t. He couldn’t.

And yet…

Could he allow himself to be selfish, just this once?

He didn’t give himself enough time to answer that question. Pongo brought Sydney closer, wrapping his other hand around the back of Sydney’s neck, pulling him in, in, in - and their foreheads touched, skin upon skin. Pongo forced himself to keep the space between their mouths, though he cherished the small contact made between their noses. Do not get closer, he told himself, his last shred of control. 

But the little voice in the back of his mind, once smothered, echoed out. You are allowed to want this. 

His resolve finally shattered.

“Okay,” Pongo breathed. “I am here.”

And he sealed the distance between their lips. 

Sydney was wearing lipstick, Pongo discovered, and he wondered if this sudden kiss would smudge it. It would certainly appear on Pongo’s mouth, and he battled with whether or not that was a point of excitement or defeat. He tilted his head ever so slightly, adjusting so he didn’t aggravate Sydney’s piercings. Sydney’s cologne overwhelmed him, that same mix of jasmin, saffron, cedarwood. Pongo could drink deep of it and never be satisfied. 

But he pulled away, eventually - after he realized that Sydney was not reciprocating the kiss. Pongo didn’t meet Sydney’s gaze, everything crashing down on him all at once. He had to say something. He had to come up with an excuse. This is the end of everything. You never deserved to get this close, and now you have to pay for it. 

“I am so sorry,” Pongo whispered, “I should have…I should have asked first. I know this would not work, but I just...”

He wiped his tears from his face, turning away. His heart had skipped several beats, and he wasn’t sure why the air suddenly felt so heavy, so constricting. He deserved it, still. He deserved to get smothered in the pain. Friend of the world, closest to none. How could someone like him ever hope for more?

The elevator was enticing, too enticing. But he told Sydney he was here, that he’d stay. The honor took hold of him, so his feet refused to move. Better for him anyways - he had to be here for the fallout, both self-inflicted and external. Gods, he should’ve left when he had the chance. He should’ve ripped his hand out of Sydney’s and spared them both the pain. How deeply, horribly selfish indeed. A hypocrite, a fool, and above all else -

Sydney’s hands found their way to Pongo’s cheeks and pulled him back in.

There they were, kissing under the moonlit sky. It took Pongo only a moment to recover from the initial shock, and then he crumbled, his defenses completely destroyed. One of Sydney’s hands shifted backwards, entangling in Pongo’s hair, and the other fell down to cup the space between his neck and shoulder. Pongo’s arms, out of desperation, wrapped themselves around Sydney’s hips to draw him in closer. He thought this would ground him, but instead he found his thoughts floating in a pastel haze.

Sydney was the first to pull away. Chasing the high, Pongo nearly followed his lips, but as they caught their breath, Pongo couldn’t hold back his relief. He laughed, soft and warm, keeping his hands around Sydney’s waist. Hells, he’d been right before - he couldn’t let go, now that he’d taken hold. He didn’t even realize he was crying until Sydney’s thumb came to trace the skin under his eye, wiping away a wet streak of newborn tears. 

“I don’t know what this means,” Sydney whispered. “For you, for me…I don’t know what any of this means.”

“It does not have to mean anything if you do not want it to,” Pongo replied, his smile weak but honest.

“But I want this to mean something. You deserve that.”

“You deserve it, too. You always have.”

Sydney swallowed hard. “I…I don’t know if I believe you, yet. But I want to. Damn, do I want to.”

Pongo didn’t respond, but his smile strengthened. He knew Sydney believed that, and he’d do everything he could to prove him right. That he was deserving. That he was loved, loved so much that it hurt. 

And maybe…maybe Pongo could believe that for himself, too. That he deserved the same. 

They stared out into the city after that, hand in hand. The silence became their friend. 

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[rainydayathogwarts]

the red box - platonic!marauders

summary: when your friends are helping you clean out the belongings you'd gathered from your last relationship, marlene seems to forget the only rule. do not open the red box. wc: 1.2k+ cw: suggestive vibe, mentions/description of sex, inappropriate photos described i acc dont know what possessed me to write this...

“Okay,” You started, looking around the room where your friends had all been gathered around a giant cardboard box, where you’d kept all the belongings you had from your relationship with your ex. “Firstly, I want to thank you all for volunteering to be here today instead of Hogsmeade.” “I’m only here because everyone else volunteered and I didn’t want to be alone.” You shot Sirius an irritated look, but the corners of your mouth tugged up into a smile.

Clearing your throat, you continued your speech “Today is going to be difficult for all of us. I may shed tears, you may come across some not very appropriate things. But the most important thing you need to know is that you cannot open the small red box-” “What small red box?”

“Thanks Marlene, I’m getting there. A small red box is a box that is red, slightly smaller than a shoe box. Don’t open it. Thank you.” “What’s in the red box?” You stared at Remus, feeling betrayed that he was the one to ask the question, because if anyone in the room could mind their own business, even just slightly, it would be him. You sighed. There was no hope for you.

“Photos.” There was a collective gasp around the room, and you put your hands on your hips. Lily giggled, raising her eyebrows at you suggestively. “What, you mean you don’t want us to see you naked?” Sirius suddenly straightened his back, looking much more interested in this charity event than he had been three minutes ago. James furrowed his eyebrows “Why on earth have you kept photos with-” “-You don’t know what the photos are!” But your defensive tone had told them everything there is to know. “Anyway…”

The next half an hour was spent with the six of you going through the big cardboard box, each person in the group pulling out miscellaneous items and asking if you were keeping or throwing it. At the sight of James holding an old, battered hoodie, you mumbled “Oh, keep that.” Every head in the room turned to look at you with equally judgemental looks on their faces. “Love, you’re not keeping your ex’s hoodie.” You stared back at Remus’s disapproving gaze, reaching forward to take the hoodie from James’s hands.

James shook his head, holding it out of your reach. “I wasn’t even going to ask if you wanted to keep this. It has to go.” You tried to hide the pout that was fighting its way onto your face. “It’s comfy. I’m not gonna cry about him or anything.” You reached for the sweater again, but James shook his head, throwing the hoodie into the ‘throw’ pile. You gasped.

Lily put a hand on your back, caressing you softly. “You’ll hate us for it now, but trust me you’ll be thanking us in the long run.” You scoffed, muttering “Sure.” As you looked down in your lap, fiddling with your hands.

“Hey what’s this box?” You glanced up at Marlene, watching as she started taking the lid off a little red box. You screeched, yelling “Don’t open that!” You nearly tackled Marlene as you snatched the box away from her, but it was too late. The lid had skidded over to the other side of the room, and Marlene had already glanced at the images inside. “Oh my god.” She muttered, laughing in surprise, a dark blush on her face. “There was one rule!” you shrieked, your face hot, clutching the box tightly to your chest, one hand covering the images on the top.

“Marlene… What did you see?” You glanced down at the images on the top layer of the box, all moving polaroids, and shut your eyes dreadfully. None of these would you want any of your friends to look at. Marlene swallowed thickly. “The one where you’re-the one with his. The one where you’re…” Marlene made a slurping sound and you groaned horrifically from where you had stood up.

“Hey, don’t worry, it’s an-it’s an insanely hot photo. Almost too sexy.” From the corner of your eye, you saw Sirius and Remus perking up. But they weren’t the ones who yelled out “I want to see it!” No, that was Lily. James looked at his girlfriend with a shocked look on his face.

“I’m not showing it to you!”

“Marlene saw it!”

“I didn’t want Marlene to see it!”

“Oh, so you like her better than me!”

“No- I never said that!”

"Yeah, well you didn't have to say it."

"Lily..." Your best friend stared at you blanking. Sighing, you fished the polaroid from the top of the pile. Lily clapped her hands together excitedly, reaching out to take the image you were holding out to her. She held it close to her chest, as though it was secret. Well, it was, but the theatrics we a bit much. Lily’s eyes widened, and she looked up at you with a wide grin. “If I had a cock right now I’d be rock hard.” She told you, keeping steady eye contact. “Okay, that’s enough.”

“Wait, now I want to see!” Sirius spoke, earning himself a punch in the shoulder from Remus. “Ew, you’re not looking at that.”

“Why not? Lily said it’s hot.”

“Um actually, I said it’s hot!” Cut in Marlene, a look of pride on her face. “Sirius, I’m not about to show you a moving image of me sucking dick.” Sirius gulped thickly, shrugging his shoulders lightly. “Why not?” Good question. Why not? You mimicked his movement, shrugging your shoulders. “Well if I show you, we might as well all have a look at all these pictures!” You exaggerated, throwing your arms out in a wild gesture.

“Yeah, okay.” Muttered Remus, holding his hand out to see the photo. Oddly enough, you found yourself taking a couple of steps forward and handing the boy the inappropriate image. “Can I?” You heard James ask Lily, who nodded encouragingly. Remus held the picture in his hand, the two other boys huddling around him to look at it. You finally sat down in between Lily and Marlene again, the group naturally forming a circle again.

“If I were you, I would have this photo framed and hung up in the entrance of my home.” You laughed at Sirius’s words, feeling heat creep up your neck. “It’s just a photo.” “Just a photo?” Remus retorted, smirking at the image in front of him. You cleared your throat shyly.

Yes, to you, it was just a photo. Your ex’s cock was buried deep in your throat, and you had tears running down your cheeks, the smokey makeup around your eyes shiny and smudged. Your lips had curled up slightly into a smile as you laughed lightly, and your ex’s hand had come up to gently hold the side of your head, pulling you off his cock slightly as he thrusted his hips forward, gagging you slightly. You remember the day, not the moment. When you cuddled in bed afterward, and he told you that he had almost cum on the spot.

“Okay, make the most of that because you’re not looking at any of these other photos.” Marlene and Lily scooted closer to you, and you sighed. “I guess you two can see.” You didn’t see them, but you heard Marlene and Lily high five behind your back before leaning forward to take a closer look at the box.

“Oh, this one next!”

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[strwberri-milk]

a fic where MC gets a promotion and so she prepares a nice candle light or whatever romantic dinner to tell Zayne about her promotion. On the other side, a nurse from the Hospital already told Zayne about mc's promotion and now Zayne thinks mc doesn't find him important, he just starts having sad upset negetive thoughts and even gets angry at her...but when he gets home he finds the romantic dinner setup and MC waiting in a beautiful dress.....angst to fluffy maybe slightly suggestive too

Ty<3

just a heads up i dont really write fics unless i come up w the premise myself! so heres jsut the standard hc format i use! also kinda messy of that nurse ngl but why you going around talking to his coworkers like that [eyes] /lh also i dont acc see him getting angry so ive messed w this a little bit to fit how i see him!

Zayne doesn't react when the nurse gives him the news. He doesn't want to come off as angry or anything but he also is aware that you have a positive relationship with the people he works it from the sheer amount of times you come to visit him.

He does start checking his phone a little more frequently, waiting to see if you'll text him anything that gives him a hint about what that nurse was mentioning. He knows you were gunning for one at work but had no idea what was happening as you'd been silent about it as of late. He did want to ask about but was trying to wait for the perfect moment, not sure when that would be. He tries not to let the notion that you forgot to tell him something that important bother him too much and is...generally successful as long as he's busy with work.

The drive home has him trying to figure out how to broach the topic, so distracted he almost breezes right past you in the kitchen. You stare at him, confused by the focused look on his face until he meets your gaze, raising a brow at your attire and the dinner you have set up. You immediately tell him the great news, any sour emotions he might have felt dissipating.

In bed after celebrating, Zayne finally asks why you told his colleagues before telling him. It takes you a second to register what he's talking about. You finally put the pieces together, telling him that you didn't mean to - you were just waiting for him one evening and were so excited so when you recognised the nurse you couldn't help but spill the beans. You'd thought you'd sworn them to secrecy but clearly not, making a mental note to be more careful next time to avoid any future misunderstandings. Zayne's just happy to have cleared it up, knowing all along it wasn't intentional but glad to hear you say it anyway.

[sushiyuzu]

haiiii!! love ur sylus fics omg but i would love to see mc walking in on sylus playing with his daughter thats like 3 and pretending with her, obvs u dont have to do so if u dun wanna just ignore ok bye bye

daddy’s girl

warning: fluff — you walk in on soft!sylus playing pretend with your daughter 🥰

note: so so so happy to hear that you love my sylus fics! and thank you so much for the adorable request! ask and you shall receive ✨️

- second acc: @blushpawss

you were in the kitchen, finishing up the dishes from lunch, when you realized it had been quiet for a while—too quiet. usually, your little girl was a bundle of energy, running around and chattering nonstop. you had expected to hear her laughter or the sound of toys being moved around, but the house was oddly silent. a small smile tugged at your lips. she was probably up to something.

“sylus?” you called out softly, drying your hands on a towel. you remembered that sylus had taken her to the living room to play while you cleaned up. it wasn’t unusual for him to entertain her while you got things done, but the quietness made you a little curious.

you walked toward the living room, ready to call out again, but you stopped when you heard the sweetest sound—a tiny burst of giggles followed by sylus’s deep, playful voice. you couldn’t help but peek around the corner, wanting to see what they were up to.

and then there they were.

the sight made your heart melt instantly. sylus, who always seemed so strong and serious to everyone else, was sitting cross-legged on the floor, a bright pink tiara sitting slightly crooked on his head. a sparkly purple cape draped over his broad shoulders. he had even put on a pair of glittery princess slippers that barely fit his feet. his eyes, usually so intense, were soft and full of joy.

your daughter stood on the couch, holding a toy wand high in the air, her little face filled with excitement. “daddy! there’s a dragon coming!” she said dramatically, pointing the wand toward some invisible enemy.

sylus put on a shocked expression, gasping in surprise. “a dragon? oh no!” he said, putting his hands on his cheeks as if he was truly scared. “what are we going to do, princess?”

“i’ll protect you, daddy!” she declared, her tiny voice full of determination. she waved the wand again, trying to look as brave as possible.

sylus’s face lit up with a proud smile. “you’re the bravest princess ever!” he said, his voice filled with warmth. “i know you’ll save us!”

you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, staying hidden in the doorway as you watched. it was hard to believe that this was the same man who was always so serious around others, always in control. but here, with your daughter, he was completely different. he was playful, gentle, and so full of love.

“take that, dragon!” your daughter yelled suddenly, swinging her wand through the air. sylus played along, flinching and pretending to dodge her imaginary attacks.

“oh no, you’re too strong!” he said, holding his hands up as if surrendering to her. “i can’t fight back! you’ve got me!”

“i did it!” she squealed, laughing as she jumped off the couch into his waiting arms. “i saved you, daddy! the dragon is gone!”

sylus caught her easily, spinning her around in a circle until her giggles filled the entire room. “you did it!” he said, his voice full of pride, “you saved the day, princess! you are the bravest and strongest princess in the whole kingdom!”

your daughter’s smile was so big it looked like it might burst off her face. she wrapped her arms around sylus’s neck, hugging him tightly as he held her close. you watched them, feeling warmth spread through your chest. you loved seeing them like this—seeing sylus, who was always so serious, completely wrapped around your little girl’s finger.

feeling the joy and love in the room, you decided it was time to join in. you stepped fully into the living room with a teasing smile on your face. “what’s going on here?” you asked playfully, raising an eyebrow at the sight of sylus in his sparkly cape and tiara.

your daughter gasped and wriggled out of sylus’s arms, running over to you as fast as her little legs could carry her. “mommy! mommy!” she said excitedly, grabbing your hand. “i beat the dragon! daddy was the dragon, and i saved the kingdom!”

you couldn’t help but smile as you looked at your daughter. her face was such a perfect mix of both you and sylus, a blend that still amazed you every time you looked at her. she had your dark brown hair, but there were faint silver streaks running through it—the same shade as sylus’s hair. it was like she had inherited just a touch of his unique coloring, enough to make her look like both of you in the most beautiful and unique way.

her sharp red eyes, just like her daddy’s, sparkled with joy as she played. the rest of her face—her small nose, the shape of her lips—was all you. it was like seeing a little version of yourself, but with sylus’s intensity and his striking gaze. sometimes, when she looked up at you with those bright red eyes, it took your breath away. she was a perfect blend of both her parents, and it filled you with a sense of pride and love you could barely put into words.

you laughed softly, kneeling down to her level and brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “you’re so brave, sweetheart,” you said, giving her a big hug, “and you look like the most beautiful princess in the world.”

“she really is,” sylus said, his voice tender as he watched the two of you. he stood up, still wearing the silly tiara, and walked over to you with a grin on his face. he looked so different from his usual self—so relaxed, so happy. you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him, reaching up to adjust the tiara that was falling off his head.

“i have to say,” you teased, “this is quite the look for you, sylus. pink really suits you.”

he chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. “anything for my princesses,” he said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

your daughter, feeling left out, tugged on sylus’s cape. “daddy! we have to have a royal feast! it’s what princesses do after they beat the dragon!”

sylus nodded seriously, crouching down to her level. “you’re absolutely right, princess,” he said, giving her a conspiratorial smile. “and what should our royal feast be?”

“cookies!” she said without hesitation, her eyes lighting up.

“cookies it is,” sylus said, scooping her up and carrying her toward the kitchen. “come on, my brave princess, let’s bake some cookies together.”

you followed them, laughing softly as you watched your husband—a man who had once been so distant and serious—completely melt under the adoring gaze of your little girl. it was moments like these that made you realize just how much he had changed, how much he had opened his heart to you and your daughter.

and you knew that no matter what, your family would always be full of love, laughter, and moments like this—moments where dragons were defeated, princesses saved the day, and even the most serious of men wore pink tiaras just to make his daughter smile.

as you watched sylus whisk her off to the kitchen for their “royal feast”, a memory surfaced in your mind—a tiny flashback to when you were pregnant. it had been a tough pregnancy at times, but sylus had been there every step of the way, taking care of you with a tenderness that had completely shattered his tough exterior.

you remembered the nights when he would stay awake, gently rubbing your swollen feet or running his fingers through your hair as you lay in bed, struggling to get comfortable. “you need to rest,” he would say, his voice soft but firm, as he adjusted your pillows for the hundredth time. you could still feel the warmth of his touch, the way his strong hands had been so gentle with you, always making sure you were as comfortable as possible.

and then, the day of the delivery—the most intense, overwhelming day of your life. you had been terrified, exhausted, and in so much pain, but sylus had been right there, holding your hand and whispering words of encouragement the entire time. he had never left your side, his eyes full of love and determination, telling you over and over how strong you were, how amazing you were for bringing their child into the world. the way he looked at you then had made you feel like you could do anything.

you remembered how, after hours of labor, when your daughter’s first cries filled the room, tears had streamed down sylus’s face. he had kissed your forehead, his voice breaking as he said, “you did it, my love... you’re incredible.” it was the first time you had ever seen him cry, and it was a moment you would never ever forget.

after she was born, sylus had taken on the role of caretaker with a dedication that had surprised even you. he was always there, changing diapers in the middle of the night without a single complaint, carefully supporting you as you recovered, making sure you had everything you needed. he had even held your daughter for hours at a time so you could get some much-needed sleep, his strong arms cradling her tiny body like she was the most precious thing in the world.

you were pulled out of the memory as your daughter’s laughter echoed through the kitchen. you walked over to join them, and when you stepped in, you saw sylus kneeling on the floor, his hands cupping your daughter’s cheeks as he pretended to taste-test the imaginary cookies she was “baking”. his expression was soft and full of warmth, a look he only ever showed when he was with the two of you.

“come on, mommy! help us make cookies!” your daughter called out, waving her small arms at you, her dark hair catching the light and revealing the silvery strands she’d gotten from sylus.

“i’m coming, baby,” you said, unable to hold back the sweet smile that spread across your face. you sat down next to sylus, and he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close.

he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, his breath warm against your skin. “you okay, sweetie?” he asked softly, noticing the faraway look in your eyes.

you nodded, leaning into his touch. “just... remembering,” you said quietly, your voice full of emotion. “remembering everything you did for us.”

sylus’s eyes softened, and he gave you a small smile, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “i’d do it all over again,” he said simply, his voice full of sincerity. “for both of you.”

your daughter climbed into your lap, oblivious to the emotions between you and sylus, her eyes wide and happy. you kissed her forehead, feeling the familiar warmth of your family surrounding you. and you knew, without a doubt, that no matter what challenges came your way, you would always face them together.

because in that moment, with your daughter’s arms wrapped around you and sylus’s strong, comforting presence by your side, you knew that you had everything you’d ever need.

and you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

[bbyg4rl]

what are some blogs you'd recommend?

buckle up soldier bc i have so many blogs that im gonna fangirl over rn <3 i love all of these blogs so much they legit inspire me to write if im being honest. so many talented people im getting emotional just typing ab it.

@arietem my new fav acc actually 🤭 im so obsessed like im being so fr her fics are so so good pls go read everything bc uh why not? YOURE BLURRY BUT YOURE ALL I SEE !!!! its blurry and arietem is all i see ‼️

@stxrrkissed - shes a multi but ill literally eat up everything she writes bc i love her writing + all the characters she writes for are in my heart (and my coochie) so! i dont want to lose you has been on my mind since ive read it bc i wish so bad obx s4 was a dream too

@girlwhorizzed - so so talented, her bf!jj fics and babydaddy!jj fic ugh LET ME TELL YOU I WAS ON MY TIPPY TOES. her most recent one is like dark!jj and all and omg i was giggling snd kicking my legs as if he wasnt kidnapping me like 😭

@abslvrs13 YUM YUM YUMMY theres this one she wrote about jj holding readers tiddies and um me when? and her vamp!jj fic ON MY MIND ALL DSY EVERYDAY AND DOIN TIME ??? DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED im gonna be doing time for what went on in my pants after that !

@lilastrocup stfu bc if this acc was a human id hug so hard and never let go. everything!!!! read everything!!!! id literally die and come back to life just to come back and crash on jj's bike. read riptides and heartstrings bc i said so yuh i cant wait for more parts of the bet i literally downloaded wattpad for it istg

@jjslvt she isnt active much anymore but i love her work sm go read all of her works bc YES LAWD rhythm is a dancer? IM BUSTING MOVES. cops cant stop us? LAWD IM BUSTING A NUT love hurts? im bustinf tears actually. heart bones and soul is my fav from her bc im being so fr it healed smth in me. go read.

@santaasi 4 words. shape of my heart. and then 2 words more army jj. im literally signing up for the army rn as we speak bc him waving bye to me IS NOT THE END. IM COMING JJ WAIT.

@maybejj dont read many smaus but BUT AHEM her smaus are going on my grave stone bc i need to make a shrine for her. GOSSIP GIRL on my knees. FRACTURED TIES again, on my knees. TWIN FLAMES my knees have buckled and fallen off. Her smaus are so interesting like they keeo you on your toes the whole time rhe twists and turns in gossip girl like ok um give me a handkerchief.

@loveharlow seven. seven. seven. seven. seven. seven. seven. im saying seven seven times on this side of the screen just to be clear. i dont wanna ruin the plot but all I'm gonna say is ive always known kiara was that. IVE ALWAYS KNOWN. seven is genuinely like im not even joking one of the best written series rewrites ive read pls hold me.

@slowburnsoldier july. J U L Y. J FOR JULY. so my hair is suddenly blue now! i read july and i thought ok this is also going on my grave stone! so! yes! also if i steal jj's gun will he cuddle me or what? JULY MAKES ME SO JEALOUS I ALSO WANNA BE A BADDIE WITH BLUE HAIR PLS LORD IM A STAR PLEASE

@issues4him so not exactly a jj acc i think BUT i have 3 kids with rafe so you have to listen now! i see blue collar rafe and my pants dissappear actually 😞 its a medical condition actually </3 i love my hardworking man and nobody takes care of his wood other than me so yes! and then theres cop!rafe um put an airtag up my coochie thx! luv u! OH AND GHOST OF YOU no i cried acrually. why woukd you do that to me dawg i though we were cool </3 i feel so bad for jj pls can i universe hop so I CAN HOLD HIM PLS

post fangirling bhavya here: theres like a million more accs that i havent mentioned here theres so many talented ppl on this app! ive only started posting here since like jan SO i dont know a lot of blogs yet </3 im working on it 😭

[thatdeadaquarius]

Imagine a horribly clumsy creator in the sagau... like trips over their own feet, starts coughing due to choking on air randomly, knocking a vase off a table that was in the middle of the table somehow???? Silly goofy stuff like that (I pull these silly goofs often personally)

(obv goes w/o saying sorry for being so late to reply /gen) ;-;

clumsy reader is so me core idk why i didnt think of this lmao

(this gif is liek the modern equivalent of Charlotte posting ur embarrassing clumsy moments on insta Steambird acc lmao)

(so sometimes im lazy and dont include the ask stuff esp if its shorter like this, so here's at least the characters in this one: Fontaine ppl <3 along with a G for general audience, barring cuss words)

Navia would politely ask you to go the edge or whatever area ur in whenever she pulls out her cannons/guns LMAO

every time you and either Clorinde or Neuvillette are walking next to you, or doing rlly anything, its like night and day

ur out here finding all the cracks in the sidewalk, bumping everything that could even possibly have a liquid in it, and have constant bruises from hip checking/stubbing toes on mechas walking around

Clorinde is impressed at that point bc mechas are actively programmed to get out of your way, so how u managed to put them back into ur way rlly fascinates her 😭😭

Neuvillette would like to wrap u in fabric/bubble wrap equivalent for his old ass, in an attempt to desperately stop u from hurting urself lol

u get a new coat or new pants from him all the time, u just thought at first he was rlly into giving u Fontaine fashion until Furina pointed out that it was spring/summer and you wouldn't wear thick woolen pants and fur-lined coats everyday 💀

(poor dragon guy doesn't rlly get the practical side of clothes, he likes fashion, but he inadvertently subscribes to the "hoes don't get cold" philosophy by being an ancient dragon lord)

Wriothesley is unfortunately nice enough to constantly try and catch his poor god, which ends well for neither of you 50% of the time

its not even ur weight takes him down, he's buff as hell after all, and he's dealt with rowdy inmates, its just.. ur clumsiness spreads.

if ur tripping, and the poor Duke reaches out to catch you, ur reaching out at the same time to steady urself on a side table w/a vase full of water, which u then knock off, drenching ur back and his face at the same time LMAO

he doesn't learn, despite u literally begging him to stop trying to help u, then u try and compromise to just let u fall and help u afterward asdfghkl-

Wrio's too chivalrous tho, the most u can get him to do is always grab ur arm instead of trying to bodily catch you

if u think after the first like, ✌️ TWO times Lynette is willing to help you, u r so wrong lmao

she's seen her brothers clumsiness, she knows theres no saving u

she does comfort u after slipping (not even falling but just flailing dramatically) for the 5th time in the puddles around water fountains tho

Lyney and Freminet are lowkey legit convinced someones cursed their god atp 😰

Freminet always had bandaids for u, and Lyney keeps a supply of ur fav candy to cheer u up after embarrassing urself by falling ass backwards right into the Fountain of Lucine right in front of Opera house lmao

...

...Charlotte thinks this is all vv hilarious, no she has no respect for ur godliness, her archon was Furina like LMAO- IM SORRYYY

(she has started a small section in the steambird of a near daily- DAILY picture of u being clumsy 😭)

(u, not srsly, threaten to smite her and she just giggles)

(its ok they take it all in a cute/endearing trait type of way)

☆

again, sorry for lateness, when i reopen askbox (soon, FINALLY-)

ill try and stay more on top of it and try and sort whatre just chats/non-requests better too 😭😭

hope u guys are having a good week!! tysm for being patient and nice to me :')

Safe Travels Kai,

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[simplyjake]

Enha hyungs w / idol!reader !!

summary: tbh its pretty self explanitory, fem!reader

a/n guys maybe at one point ill write for maknae line but also idk so dont hold me to it, not proof-read

Heeseung

Let’s say ur in aespa

So rmbr the drama challenge they did

Instead of winter it was you and karina right

OUUUU ik he was giggling when you asked him to do the challenge with you

At the end of the challenge he puts his arm around u 

He looks at u like you hung the stars one by one

Heeseung pls this is gonna be posted later

ITS WORSE AT AWARD SHOWS

When you are on screen performing 

He has the biggest heart eyes and a slight smile pls

Its like he dgaf if yall get caught

Definitely interacts with you in public when he can

He wants to see all those ship edits

Invites you to his concerts and you invite him to yours

Once bought like 500 albums so he can get all of ur pcs and inclusions

Ur honor he was being silly!

And in luv w you!!!

Jay

Okay stayc member i see u

He learns how to play ur songs on guitar

Such a cute supportive bf

You guys have sm matching things tgt

Phone cases, hats, jewelry and more

Surprisingly no one has caught on yet.

He lurks on stayc twt for updates when hes away on tour

Even tho he can just text u himself

You accidentally left your jay signed album in the open on live

EVERYONE WAS FREAKING OUT

“Omfg yall since when did y/n and jay know each other”

” Wait but the signed album? Do yall rmbr when we caught them w matching hats but no one batted an eye WHAT ABT THIS”

Call jake for the dating rumor damage control selfie

Anyways he has all ur albums and you have all his

He found out you voted for him during Iland days and sobbed

Staycs number 1 fan, will fight ANYONE for that title

JAKE

Worse than heeseung when it comes to hiding things

Oh lord here we go

“My girl- i mean my friend” its rover.

On live streams he uses this to promote your group without looking suspicious 

“Have you guys heard le sserafims comeback? It’s so good”

“Oh Y/n? Yeah her part was amazing as well”

When he sings your part of the song it has u blushing on the other end of the phone

Once you were on a live, you forgot to let jake know

You were showing some photos that youre gonna post on instagram and all of a sudden

Is this love by Bob Marley aka the ringtone you have for jake

And his contact name “yunie<3” pops up

Quickly you decline the call and look sheepishly to the camera

Hoons time to do the selca damage control.

He accidentally liked a y/njake post on twt on the main acc tho

Ruh roh 

Sunghoon

Definition of nonchalant 

Nonchalant king if u will

Well besides that one time when he was mcing

And your group purple kiss was with him and wony

He was definitely getting side eyed by the fandom after sending you quick glances and a smile!!

Other than that baby hes an illusion

He dont know you

Well at least to the cameras, he doesnt know you

Otherwise hes the sweetest bf to ever bf

Sends you flowers to your dressing room after performances

Always claps whenever you guys win an award

Once a camera was pointed on him at an award show during your song

But he pointed to ur group telling them to focus on yall instead

UGH i love supportive bf hoon!!

Ofc your one of enhas biggest supporters as well

No one knows this but you have a secret sunghoon fan acc

He thinks its cute, a way to publicly say u love him

Without it actually being public yk

[sosuigeneris]

Socialite Series: Cherry’s Master Post

Things that have helped me, that could help you. Here is a master list of my softmaxxing journey!

Body:

J*hn Bent*n’s workouts: Yes he’s an asshole but his workouts really do work. He used to train models and his workouts are life changing.

2. B-12 Lipo salines: These you can consume in a shot (like an injection) or in a saline (go to a GOOD DOCTOR for this). I prefer the saline, and my doctor recommended the 6 week course for me (one saline every week). It burns subQ fat and that was the main reason why I began using those. There is zero side effect to these, acc to my doc.  edit: don’t really recommend these anymore. I’ll update this list when I finish my Emsculpt.

3. Diet: More protein, more vegetables, more water and lesser intake of carbs. Carbs are important but i used to over-consume them. Cutting down has helped me a lot. I also did a gut bacteria test (you basically sent a piece of your shit to a lab and they analyse it) to understand what foods worked for me and what didnt. 

4. Probiotics for metabolism management 

5. Measuring: I stopped tracking weight and began tracking body fat % instead. I feel that this works better for me. 

6. Wood therapy: I KNOW. You lot will think its bogus but it helped me and im sticking to it, so there. There’s no wood therapy spa near me, so i ordered the wood therapy tools from amazon, plastic wrap, a waist trainer, almond oil. I looked up videos on wood therapy and lymphatic drainage, and i do it for about 5 mins on my tummy and thighs before my work outs, wrap my torso with plastic wrap, throw the waist trainer on top. 

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Skin:

Accutane: this helped me tremendously with my acne and my skin is 95% blemish free now. If you are taking this, remember to be disciplined and regular. 

Zero alcohol: I stopped drinking completely and its done my skin and health wonders.

Products: Sunscreen + Vitamin C combo in the AM. Retinol + moisturiser at night. Recommended by my dermat. 

Hair removal: I refuse to shave because its so uncomfortable so i prefer to wax once in 2 months. Personally, when I began exfoliating my body twice a week - I use a scrub by the Body Shop - I noticed that the hair was growing back slower than it used to. I use a loofah for everyday too. I don’t believe in laser because it’s never just 6 sessions; you do have to have “maintenance” sessions as well post the 6.

Face sculpting: Gua sha on alternative nights. I dont know if this works or is placebo, but I felt like it did. 

Body lotion every day. Twice a day sometimes. I swear, it makes you smell good and feel so soft. 

Expensive make up: specially, foundation. I’m sorry, i know this could be controversial. But idk what cow semen Charlotte Tilbury puts in her make up, it seriously makes me glow. I’m yet to find a good drug store alternative. A while back, I stopped wearing concealer, and I began using a lighter shade of CT’s foundation as concealer over my normal shade. I feel that because the products are chemically the same, they blend better and don’t react and “peel.” Highly recommend that too. For the rest of my face like powder, blush, eyeliner, I do use normal drug store make up.  

✨

Oral hygiene:

I used to have braces. After taking them off, I noticed a difference in my jaw.

Brush, floss, Listrine, tongue cleaner

Mild whitening. I think Hollywood level teeth whitening looks crazy and I want to look as “naturally” beautiful as possible.

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Hair care:

For hair growth: as recommended by my doc: minoxidil hair foam 5% w/w Tugain Foam.

High frequency wand before wash days on my scalp. 

Moroccan hair oil. I use a tiny amount everyday on my ends after I finish my make up for the day and I swear it makes my hair shine like crazy.

I also got hair Botox done because i used to have curly but absolutely unmanageable hair. I tried to make it work for years but i gave up and caved in to having permanent straight hair and I love it. 

I only shampoo twice a day so on days when i workout but don’t shampoo, i use hair perfume. I spray some of it on my brush and run it through my hair. I swear it works. 

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Overall:

The colour palette theory seriously works. I didn’t realise that wearing the right colours can impact you so much.

Confidence is absolutely key. I seriously recommend going to a group class of some sort if you have the time and just mingling with random people. Social situations are important to gauge your “standing.”

Random but if you have a big nose: grow out your eyebrows / fill them in slightly thicker. I noticed that when I had thin eyebrows, my nose would stand out more but when I made them thicker, it balanced my face out better. 

Steam iron your clothes before you wear them. You will look 100% put together. 

*IF* you’re aesthetically challenged when it comes to picking clothes, use my rule of thumb: never wear any more than 3 colours at once  (remember: IF you can’t put outfits together). 

[koishiftstoplaces]

im curious how life is like in tartarus? Also heres fanart bc ure so cool 🙏

OH MY GOD?? OMG I M FREAKING OUT THIS IS SO GOOD IM ACC GONNA SOB AND I PU THIS UP ON MY STORY ON TT?? OMG TYSM

Life in Tartarus

Imagine if a asylum and a prison did a collab for a building there are 6 floors each leveled by how dangerous or what crimes depending on the floor is how you'll live/be treated so for example inmates on the

1st floor have slandered prison cells 2 calls every month and visitors once a week. Outdoor time twice a day but like the rest of us they are still chained up and have to be escorted everywhere. These are for things like first degree murder or people like stain yk

2nd floor for people like overhaul they don't get out door time the get "rehab time" which is basically not rehab it's just a phycological evaluation like everyday they are not allowed to talk to eachother because the floor are full of like high-end drug dealers

3rd floor is for people who have 0 control over they're quirk and their quirk is extremely destructive this floor is basically an asylum there cells are white and padded and the only time they are talking to people is there 'doctors'

4th floor (me) for people who threatened the government or safety of the people(people who carry to much government intell that they can't let out) we get out side time once a day and visitors as requested but absolutely no phone calls (they need to physically see the person talking to u just incase you're using code??) Our cells are one bed and the walls are white and there is no like door we are literally encased in a glass wall. We do get communal meal time the others dont

Floor 5 (mass murders)

I don't know anything about them other than the fact that they are allowed 0 contact with any inmates or doctors only heros?? Like all might, hawks or head commission. It's a little strange because I know who's up there but once you're in the 5th level ur like forgotten?? Idk man 😭

6th level (afo)

He has a singel floor I'm not even kidding she's not allowed out no one gose in he's fed through like a nutrition iv💀 only person to visit is allmight😭

I'd say it's not as bad as I thought but also my floor isn't that bad especially with nagant with me but then again I have encountered some lower level inmates that I put in there and I get a Lil scared cause ik they are clawing to eat me up I ONLY GOT THE SHIT BEAT OUTTA ME ONCE AND ITS BEEN 3 MONTHS😛🫶

[chaotic-iguana]

Twisted Love

summary: as we know, im a bit of a gremlin. i take ur asks and fucking add my own spin. here we are. its like a “joel edges reader, reader accidentally comes” with SUPER dark twists. let me know what you think. feel free to (gently) yell at me because honestly @breakfastatjoels is the only reason i decided to post (love you dee)

pairing: dark! joel x reader

wordcount: 2.3k

warnings: survivalism, dubcon, dark!joel, edging, dom/sub dynamics, pussy slapping, very out of my comfort zone writing this, stockholm syndrome, this joel is everything husband joel is not. hes a dick please dont acc be in these kinds of relationships, swearing (no bc me being a smartass and adding swearing as if its worse than STOCKHOLM SYNDROME), choking, slapping, passing out and keep going, somno? i think?, dacryphilia, he’s a genuine fucking asshole

A/N: please be warned that this is not a vanilla smut fic, it follows some super dark themes. unlike my other fics, no “soft” joel, or aftercare; no checking in or wiping tears. also forewarning, i do not support relationships that are in fact like this. i am not glorifying sa or abuse. dont want any anons in my inbox tearing me a new one. 

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Four hours. You’d been tied to the bed spreadeagle for four hours. Your wrists and ankles had chafed, you’d nearly lost your voice, and you couldn’t seem to stop trembling.

Joel had one hand on your stomach, pressing down, and another between your legs, bringing you to orgasm after orgasm only to pull away at the last second to watch you buck your hips into thin air, chasing friction, as your high ebbed away again. And then he would start again. And again. And again.

By now, you were gone. Your mind had long been wiped clean of coherent thought. Broken moans and whines escaped you as you tried to beg despite having seemingly forgotten the ability to articulate yourself - you could barely manage short gasps of breath in between sobs; words were proving to be near-impossible. 

A dizzying chant of Joel, Joel, Joel, took up your mind as he wrenched his fingers out of you once again, just a second too late to accomplish what he wanted. No; in your desperate, hyper-sensitive state, that split second alone was enough to send you into a  spiral: toes-curling, back-arching and your breath coming in sharp gasps as an orgasm that had your vision whiting out for a few seconds washes over you.

Joel glared down at you, the vision barely registering to you past the buzz of euphoria, eyes rolling back as reality faded away. He gripped your jaw then, snapping you out of the daze by bringing a hand down on your cunt, repeatedly striking the sensitive folds, the painful sting heightened by your orgasm. 

 At the pitiful groans of protest and the way your legs contorted against the bindings to fall into themselves; instinct taking over to protect you from his merciless assault, he rolled his eyes with a huff. 

“Y’gonna be a brat? Be a fuckin’ brat. ‘M not wastin’ my time on a girl that can’t behave.” 

Snapping his switchblade open, he leaned down to rip through your restraints before turning and walking out of the room without another word.

That had been a week ago. You had spent an hour curled in on yourself, numb in disbelief that he’d just left. You hadn’t meant to go against his wishes, your body had just taken over and practically pushed you over the edge. You knew the deal-  of course you did, it was seared into your fucking mind- it’s what kept you alive. 

It was an offer he had spat at you with a blade pressed to your neck, a decree that signed your body over to him. He’d let you live and keep you alive, and in return all you had to do was obey him; be his “good little girl”, as he put it. All you had to do in exchange for your safety was listen to him, do what he told you to. 

A paralyzing fear had gripped you since that day you had accidentally defied him, death looming over your head like a guillotine you couldn’t quite see just yet but knew was inevitably coming. 

You’d hated the arrangement at first, resisting it; resisting him. But once he had made it abundantly clear that there was no way for you to leave, nowhere you could go, you found yourself fighting back less. Life had already been so long, taken so much from you already. You’d never have to worry again. He’d keep you safe. Despite his inherent brutality, he took care of you; more care than anyone else had taken since the world went to shit. He made sure you ate enough, slept in better spots, showers. When you had nightmares, he’d set a bruising pace against you and rut until your head emptied of every thought but his. 

Your disdain for him faded over time, and you began craving him. You wanted him under your skin, you wanted to feel him and nothing else, to be reduced to a mindless mess as damp sheets clung to your skin. Wanted his bites and bruises, wanted his grip on your thighs, your waist, your neck. Slowly, you wanted him. A twisted love characterised by dizzying need for him to rip you apart and put you back together infected your mind. To be with you, hold you, praise you. And you were perfect for him as a result, wanting nothing but to keep him happy. 

He, however, hadn’t so much as looked at you all week. If he said anything, it was bit out in your general direction as an afterthought; an inconvenience. It was like he’d stopped caring where you were, how you were. Pent up and needing him, needing to feel the scrapes of his callouses against your skin, his teeth nipping your flesh, you simply endured it all fearfully. Your arrangement had gone on long enough that you genuinely did not know if he would follow through - but you’d seen enough of what he was capable of not to risk it. You may have your own infatuation with the man, but you weren’t stupid. When he stood jaw clenched, shoulders tense, and with that crazed glint in his eye, you did not speak to him; your self-preserving habit of pointing out his tells blaring at you to run. If you so much as stepped too close to him on days like these, you’d see how blown out his pupils were, how his face was set in an expression that made it difficult to identify him, before he’d pin you to the nearest wall and use his mouth, fingers, cock, blade handle, beer bottle and makeshift toys on you until you passed out, and then he’d keep going until exhaustion overtook him. Which, for a man that size, often took over a day. 

So you settled for trying your best to impress him. Wore that dress he liked, did your hair in a ponytail because you knew it made his fingers itch to tug at it, painted your lips with a shadow of red and just followed him like a lost puppy, without stopping or complaining once. Didn’t matter how many gashes you got on your hands and knees from getting your foot caught on sharp edges or rocks he didn’t warn you of anymore, didn’t matter how hungry or thirsty you were with him neglecting to pass the canteen back to you, didn’t matter how badly his biting comments hurt you or how many tears filled your eyes, you followed him without complaint.  

But it had been a week, and your resolve had started to break. If he was going to kill you, he had to do it now. The buildup, the constant fear, the desperation to impress him, the cuts and bruises now littering your body, the hungry ache in your stomach - they all reached a point where your knees just buckled, and you just couldn’t. Joel was ahead of you, still trudging on without so much as glancing in your direction, not even after the pathetic wail that sounded from you as you fell to your knees. Gasping out his name, wincing at the rasp of your voice from the disuse, you watched his steps falter as he looked at you over his shoulder, and kept walking. 

“No, no, no, please Joel, please.” Tears began streaming down your face, your body shaking with the force of the devastation sweeping through you as you began crawling after him. This made him stop and turn, brow raised and mouth set in a cruel smile as he took in your form. He took slow, deliberate strides to where you lay on the ground, elbows given out, and looked down at you. 

“Please, what?” His dark eyes were glittering as he smirked at you, watching you crumble before his very eyes. 

“No more. ‘M sorry, I’m so sorry I won’t ever go against what you say again. Didn’t mean to come - it just happened n’ I couldn’t stop it. I’ve been so good for years, Joel. I’m s-sorry, please I’m so sorry.” Cheeks burning hot with humiliation, you could barely meet his gaze as you began begging the man you’d sworn to kill when you first met him. Begged him to take care of you, to forgive you. 

He crouched low, reaching a hand out to tip your chin up and meet your eyes. 

“Need me?” A jeering, boisterous laugh. “Do ya, now?” At your nod, he snorted. “You forget who’s in control -once, just once - I fuckin’ leave you then and there. Clear?” Another nod. “Take what I give you this time.” Not a question, but you find yourself nodding feverishly anyways, making his lips twitch as he grasped you and lifted you into his arms the rest of the way. 

Joel spotted a cabin while trudging through the rough terrain, your hands around his neck and torso flush against his chest as you hung limp in his arms, half-asleep. Deciding to settle there for the night, he barely took a minute to scout the place out before he was making his way to the bedroom. He dropped you onto the bed before turning to strip his flannel and trousers off. Watching you blink in confusion as you started to wake up, he scoffed, tangling a hand in your hair, flipping you onto yoru back, and yanking your head to the edge of the bed. 

Giving you no time to brace yourself, Joel shoved the blunt head of his cock between your lips, working your jaw open as he starting using your mouth. One of hands came to rest on your exposed neck, putting enough pressure to feel himself moving in and out of your throat, while the other gripped the edge of the bed next to your head, intermittently coming up to slap your tits, your stomach, your thighs - anywhere he could reach. The sounds of your garbled choking and gasping filled the room, Joel using your mouth like a fleshlight. 

Refusing you a single second of reprieve to get your breath, he kept rocking his hips until you were lightheaded and there were spots in your vision, consciousness fading. When he glanced down and realised you were about to pass out, he pulled himself flush against your mouth and stayed there, drool and spit spluttering from your nose as you struggled to accommodate him, struggling against him until you blacked out. 

When you came to, you were lying on your stomach, hair still in Joel’s grip and head held back. Your hands were tied to the headboard in front of you with the underwear you had been wearing all day, and his fingers were bruising your waist in his grip as he pounded into you from behind. 

You could feel that you had lost some time. Come and blood streaked all over your jaw, neck and chest, and you could feel some drying on your back, thighs and stomach as well. Moreover, you were drenched. Covered from head to toe in a mixture of blood, sweat, saliva and cum. You could see skin on your chest and stomach swollen and red, broken by his teeth, which had left permanent indents into the flesh. Blinking steadily, you realised that the sun was up, the room bathed in the first few rays of dawn. 

“Welcome back, sweetheart.” His rasp from behind you had a shudder dancing down your spine, straightening up slightly. You could barely sob your response - the new angle had your eyes rolling back, and you could feel yourself being jolted up the bed by the sheer force of his thrusts into you. 

Feeling the muscles of your stomach tense, you hardly had the rationality to start babbling a half-understandable “Gonna cum, ‘m g-mmh-cum,” before feeling him shift his hand on your hip to move it between your legs, swiping over your clit with just enough pressure to bring you to your peak - before he leaned down to snarl into your ear. 

“Don’t come.” At your whimper, he laughed. “Y’wanna live? Be good f’me? Don’t you dare fucking come.” You felt your muscles lock up, a pitiful whine leaving your mouth as you staved off your orgasm, tensing so hard against it that your whole body hurt. Your legs were shaking with the force of holding off, and you felt Joel smile into your shoulder in approval before he moved his arm under your thigh, lifting it as the strength of his hips snapping into yours increased, making you scream when his fingers returned to your folds. 

He reveled in the wails that were piercing the silence of the room, at the force with which you began convulsing in the effort to obey him. Sucking a bruise into the skin behind your ear, he let you suffer for a few more plunges of his tip into your cervix until he felt his own climax fast approaching, uttering a permissive “Come,” until you were gripping him so hard his vision whited out for a few moments. Watching your hand come around to the back of his head, body trembling as you moaned low and near-pained next to him, he stayed inside you for a few seconds before pulling out and stepping into his jeans immediately, watching you collapse onto the bed from overexertion. 

He just reached across the bed to twist a particularly large bruise between his index finger and thumb, savoring your squeak of fear and the tears streaming down your face. 

“Best get cleaned up quick. We gotta lot’a ground to cover today.” And with that, he was walking out again. At least this time, you knew he’d keep you around. 

hello loves, as always - thank you for reading. comment your thoughts or find me on ao3. stay hydrated and have a great day! taglist: @imherefordeanandbones @theywhowriteandknowthings, @josephquinnswhore , @evyiione , @breakfastatjoels  , @millerscoffee dividers by @cafekitsune!! cover by the AMAZING @pedrosaidsheispunk. what a LEGEND. 

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

flash comms (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ

hello hello ! as it says the tin, im opening up flash comms for the next week-ish up until the 26th

the comms are short. flat rate $7 for 1k words

ill take them thru ko-fi as usual.

basically - i'll have a period where they're open and three days in which i'll be posting them. and then i'll open up the slots again. it'll be 12 slots total.

no hard limits on what you can ask me for except for the following: no snuff, scat or feederism. shipfic and reader insert are fine. if you request smth nsfw, i may ask for a covered up img for of your id so i can see your bday per standard practice.

any ship is fine but if it's one that's gonna get me in trouble i might not post it anywhere lmao

writing for: bnha, jjk, bllk, hq, hsr, bg3, and rdr2

these are meant to be short please keep that in mind when submitting whatever prompt you are interested in having me write. if i feel like something is out of the range, ill let you know and we can workshop smth else

you're also welcome to have me write request that expands on an au that i've written or talked about.

i'll open 6 slots today (11/18) and i'll post them over the course of the next week (11/19-11/29)

i might open some additional slots depending on how quickly my brain allows me to do this but im also in finals crunch time so no promises.

how it works

same as my normal comms shoot me a dm telling me u are interested. pls have an age on yr acc before doing this

ill send you a google form to fill out where you can put your request and all other info

when you're done filling it - i'll direct you to ko-fi where you can pay

ill try to give you an estimate on what day your comm is getting posted but ill be working at them in a random order just fyi

first batch (6/6 slots taken) — 11/18

second batch - currently closed!

edit : the first batch took much longer then expected, sorry for delay.

i had a couple of people / mutuals who reached out, enough that it filled up my second set of slots. so i think i will work on finishing those first and then see when i can reopen commissions in general.

sorry to anyone who was hoping to comm me on this round!!

if you're feeling kind and dont have any interest in getting a comm from me / just feel like it, tips are also appreciated but not necessary. my ko-fi is here though if u like

[strwberri-milk]

Not sure if you take these types of requests but oh well. (Jokes aside, please tell me if this is not something you’re usually open to doing)

What would Xavier, Sylus, and Caleb do if reader tried to back away from the relationship/avoid them altogether because they see themselves as the men’s vulnerabilities. What I mean is, for instance, all 3 of these men have a very harsh and demanding job in a world where showing the slightest vulnerability can lead to their fall from grace. For instance, if Xavier prioritised reader’s safety over his mission (or his own), it may lead to a catastrophe (assuming they couldn’t eliminate the wanderer). If word got out that Sylus had a lover, people could try and abduct them to squeeze Onychinus of all their resources. Same goes for Caleb. If people find out that the Colonel has a weakness, they’d exploit it to initiate his downfall.

Knowing this, what if reader tried to back away and disappear because they truly care for the men and don’t want to become a weakness that would drag the men down from their lives?

[I know it’s otome and you could imagine the men would change their jobs for reader’s sake, but I’d like to think realistically. Xavier is protecting Linkon, Sylus is protecting the N109 zone and I doubt he’d let the legacy he worked so hard to create fall because of this, and Skyhaven’s fate and his own kinda relies on how smoothly he executes his duties. I heavily doubt that realistically speaking, they’d just let it all crumble for reader]

SORRY IF I YAP ALOT!!

i do take requests like this but i also approach stuff like this more like a discussion LMAO

i do think otome logic would just. make them change their jobs LMAO but like. i like the fact that you want me to approach it realistically so im gonna tackle that too

in my head, i do think realistically all of them BUT caleb would quit which acc i talked abuot this here (this post speaks to their jobs more as moral objections but i also kinda was vague so it still applies here in my head)

i think tho sylus lowk would just become more brutal and i can see caleb doing the same thing. its like, deterrant to stop people from trying to nap you - think about it. if kidnapping you means brutal death no matter how unharmed you are then the cost of kidnapping you is severely outweighed by jsut awnting to stay alive. i think basiaclly like, people could try it or try to make threats against your life and then they end up with a hand in their mail or something thats just. horrifying happening to them and all they did was look at you funny

xavier i think would be able to beat up anything bc hes pretty strong + has been doing this for a long time but he definitely would chosoe you over the lives of others every time. you know this and you could try to leave him bc of it but honestly breaking up with him does nothing he'd STILL choose you over others

you have to rmr that the main crux of their conflict is truly how in love they are with you, meaning that i do think that while none of them would straight up quit their job, they may resort to dramatic measures to keep you. he wont want to let you go. i dont think theyd let it crumble but also, you breaking up with them doesn't really change anything bc their goal is ultimaetly to keep you safe and at his side.

i thiiiink that like. for these three in particular, hes willing to let things fall if it means protecting you. zayne and rafayel are a little different - rafayel DID choose you over lemuria but idealstically i do think hed rather have both. zayne i think wouldnt erally be in a position to need to choose you over something else but i also think he would never let himself be put in a position like that and would rather take himself out lolol

[adobolover123]

bakusquad when they’re on instagram (headcannons!)

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bakugo’s instagram:

-doesn’t post a lot on instagram, but when he does OHMYGODDDJ

-he would post mirror selfies of him flexing with songs attatched. (maybe it’s just the camera angle but his arms r HUGE ASFFF—)

-does he post bakusquad? tbh rarely. bc of his big ahh ego. but since he’s getting better and warming up to them he’ll repost his friend’s posts if he’s tagged in them (hangouts, workout posts)

-he only posts stories

-his username is probably something corny as hell, like: 

king.explosionmurder , kb_explosionmurder , imbetterthanyou, LMAOO

or something else like that 😭

-omg. and if ur lucky enough to get on his close friends story, (from time to time,) he’ll post himself lip syncing to audios. DONT EVEN GET ME STARYEDDD

-he knows he’s attractive. like literally post more please.

-only thing on his acc is one highlight of himself.

-his pfp? mirror selfie covering his face 🤷‍♀️

kirishima’s instagram:

-omg y’all this cutie and his instagram.

-most-if not ALL of his stories are selfies with his friends, and he most DEFINITELY has a weekly dump of them.

-his selfies with them r mostly him and his friends working out, but he’ll post even the little selfies like them at lunch. 

-he WILL go on a story spam when the baku squad hangs out. 

-he’ll post his workout progress on his story fs 

-let’s be real he’ll post those motivational quotes

-his username would be his hero name or his regular name with his bday numbers 🤷‍♀️ (redriot1016, e.kirishima1016, )

-his main posts are kinda a pattern; himself, then his friends, then himself again.

-when he posts on main posts of his friends he would attach funny ass videos of them, and dumb challenges the bakusquad would do with each other

-his two main highlights r himself and his friends ofc, but he would have a highlight for each hangout to make it extra special ☹️

kaminari’s instagram:

-out of the whole bakusquad, denki and mina are the most active.

-i think we all know how he would be like fr 

-he is definitely that person who reposts EVERYTHING HE SEES ON HIS FEED; REELS, POSTS, MEMES,

— he spams his stories ( he made a gc on insta with the rest of the squad that are MAINLY him spamming them with reels; bakugo kept leaving it but kaminari keeps inviting him back in)

-but waitwaitwait; be careful skipping through his stories bc he WILL post some FINE ass selfies of himself for the hoes

-he also won’t hesitate to post himself lip syncing to songs on his public story

-like kirishima, he posts his friends a lot!

-he’ll post on his story with those add-ons that have to do with friends and he’ll make a mini collage of his squad :)))

-his username?… it’s probably one of those “theyluv___” “theyfw___” type shi 😭

-kaminari. has. a. lot. of. main posts.

-but they come out hella good; he prolly searches up “instagram post ideas” on pinterest

-his pinned post was when he had a whole photoshoot in a parking lot garage which funny story:

(the bakusquad decided to hang out at the mall, and they arrived at the parking lot garage. mina brought up how it was a good place to take pictures here and denki RAN with that. next thing yk;

bakugo was pissed asf waiting for them sitting down on the ground,

jirou was being denki’s photo critic,

sero was helping kirishima get the angles right,

and mina was showing denki what poses he should do. they were there for an hour. )

-he complains how his acc isn’t getting seen but he forgot that he put his acc on private

ashido’s instagram:

-second most active on instagram

-SHE HAS THAT HOT GIRL ACC FR

-she posts a lot, but her three pinned posts are: selfies of herself, a photoshoot of herself, and one of those cool hot photoshoots with the squad

-her highlights are: “💋” (herself) , “🔛🔝” (bakusquad)”, “my loves” (class 1A girls)

-her username is probably “iheart___” or something simple like “minaa_a”

-she posts herself a lot on her story AND EATS IT UP EVERYTIMEEE

-and she posts her friends on her story as equally as she posts herself ♡

-she posts a LOT on her close friends, she posts memes but mainly funny videos and pictures of the squad. including funny gc screenshots

-when her friends post she’ll repost them like 3 times, and spam/hype them up in the comments 🤗

jirou’s instagram:

-this girl got the whole themed instagram acc quickly.

-she only uses instagram to be up to date with music artists so she doesn’t care abt posting

-her username would probably just be her name or something like: “j_kyoka”

-but she does have one main post, and it’s a guitar she got for her birthday 🤗

-she posts reels of her doing all sorts of song covers with different instruments LIKE AHHHH

-her covers get a lot of attention, denki asks her how he could get attention on his acc

-since her acc got a lot of public attention (she’s thinking abt making another one just for song covers) everyone in class 1A is on her close friends so she could post stuff she’d like to keep a little private; like her friends, hangouts

-on her public story she would repost concert tour dates, music artists posts, stuff like that.

-she would post screenshots of songs she’s listening to on her public story

-sadly she doesn’t post herself—unless it’s a selfie of her getting a new instrument or something lol

-there was this one time she posted a cute selfie of herself in her cfs on accident, and denki and mina hyped her up sm fr ☹️

mina:

“YESSS”

“POST MORE 🗣️🗣️”

denki:

“OHMYOGF”

“U POSTED”

“OKAY JIRO I SEE YOUU”

jirou:

“sthu”

-she has a public highlight for covers, and her cf highlights are her friends !

-she doesn’t ask to take that much pictures with them, she usually reposts her friends stories when she’s tagged in them

-but she loves recording denki being stupid lol, she also has a cf highlight of that

sero’s instagram:

-almost like a bakusquad fan acc

-he’s like in the middle of jirou and denki when it comes to posting on his story

-he’ll repost memes, but not as much

-he posts sky pictures just bc 🤗 he has a highlight for them

-he doesn’t post himself ☹️😒 unless it’s a selfie with the squad

-in fact, he has a lot of main posts of JUST him and the bakusquad; he’s also the cameraman

-but he mainly takes pictures and videos a lot with denki, their pictures are funny ASF

-instead of just one highlight of the whole squad, he has a silly highlight for each of them!!

-funny videos, funny pictures, funny screenshots of things they said, you name it

-he also has a highlight for tiktoks the squad do together it’s so funny and cute

-his feed is everywhere tbh; a mix of memes and the squad

-his username is probably a meme quote or something like “notserohanta” 💀

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notes: (i wrote this at like 12am srry if it’s sloppy) those are my head cannons! i rlly don’t know wht to write for a fic anymore lol. i hope you enjoyed though!!

have a good day loves ♡