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invisiblegarters · 2 months ago

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The Heart Killers Ep 3

I won't lie, I was planning to approach this episode with a lot of trepidation (and the tags with even more than that if what I thought was gonna happen happened, if I'm honest). but a soul who is far kinder than I think I would be eased my mind on the first thing. The second I'm still nervy about but well. I want gifs so I'll have to brave it at some point I'm sure.

But before that, let's get into this episode with bells on baby. Give me Fadel's tragic backstory and give it to me now.

Previously: Style was annoying af but also hot and we learned Fadel is not immune to that. Bison and Kant played more games and I was floored by how ruthless Kant actually was (and I haven't seen anything yet whee).

Now: Well we know this woman is evil because she's dressed in all red.

HI PEPPER. HI JJ I didn't know you were in this.

Oh she's really good at that dead eyed I will end your life stare. Good for her.

GIVE ONE OF THE Js A BL ALREADY.

Yeah you know what lady I don't believe you. Bison you little dumbass Fadel told you he'd ask. JFC kid.

Bison is literally the only one in that room who doesn't get that this woman is kind of the devil isn't he? How sheltered has Fadel kept him really? I do love a devious, evil woman though.

PFFFT Style babe please don't talk about who is the type to listen to heavy metal wearing that shirt.

"I can have a good time all by myself" Yeeeah you can.

Fadel if you actually follow him I will lose all hope for you.

One thing I will say, I think Style definitely is one of those people who can make himself fit in anywhere by sheer will.

There was a whole moment there when Fadel absolutely thought about choking him again lol but I don't think it was in the fun way that Style was looking for.

Wel that pool conversation was interesting. Both of them lying their asses off. And Bison absolutely did follow him there I'd bet money on it. I still don't think he really gets what's going on (or at least I hope not), but that meeting was too coincidental to be coincidental. Bison literally showed up to deliver that little warning and bounce. I really don't love the idea that he's hip to what Kant's pulling yet - it annoys me in a very specific way that all "oh this character is so smart and plays 4D chess in his sleep" stuff annoys me, but also, I just like it better if he starts falling before he really starts to wonder if Kant might be on to something. That he's going to choose to ignore the signs at some point feels like a given right now, but personally I'd prefer Bison a little naive for a bit (and it would fit with what happened earlier in the ep with Mother Lilly).

Then again, if Kant insists on meeting his Captain friend literally five seconds after chatting with Bison maybe he deserves Bison knowing the entire time. JFC dude this is almost as bad as you meeting the dude you paid to get a bowling ball dropped on his foot in a parking structure two seconds after Bison leaves your sight.

Can no one do these things right.

Oh Captain Christ followed him too. Man Kant is popular today.

Captain Christ doesn't give two shits if Style gets himself hurt lol he's only asking because he wants to know how much damage control he might have to do later. People keep talking about how Kant siccing Style on a literal murderer is wild and it totally is, but I do think that it is also a case of what Style doesn't know can't get him killed. I really don't think Kant wants or expects anything to actually happen, he just wants Style to distract Fadel for a bit so he can work on Bison. Hard to get in already, even harder with a scowling big brother dogging your every single move.

So Captain Christ and Kant have totally banged, yes? Bet it was really good but Kant felt a little (or a lot) dirty about it after (still went back for seconds though).

The way that Fadel isn't even trying to drive Style off anymore is kind of hilarious.

"You're not my type" says yet another liar.

So Style absolutely knows that Fadel wants to bang him like a screen door right? Yes, yes he does and he's gonna poke at it until Fadel explodes from frustration. He is so ridiculous.

Put the grandma glasses on Kant. Put them on.

He's not gonna put them on is he? All my dreams are now dust. Jojo you're on notice.

Hm. I'm going to have to think some about this before I really talk about it. All I'll say is Kant you fucking dumbass this is not the kind of thing you do when YOU don't trust someone 100% and I know you don't you loser.

Fadel babe Style is not gonna guess you're an assassin and even if he does it won't be seriously calm down.

OH MY GOD KANT STOP YOU'RE EMBARRASSING YOUR GLASSES THEY'RE JUDGING YOU ALMOST AS HARD AS I AM.

Lol okay I know this is an unserious show but if one more person does some sort of shady shit right out in the open I'm gonna lose it.

And here it is. The tragic backstory, delivered by a smirking Pepper. Pepper I hate your bangs but I am kinda getting a kick out of how much enjoyment you're getting out of rubbing Fadel's mistakes in his face.

Or well. "Mistakes," I'm sure.

Oh no please not back to these two dumbasses I can't.

Bison baby he doesn't even know what a safe word is (unless he's putting that on so that he can make Bison explain it to him but I dunno he does seem to not get it) please put an end to this farce.

(spoiler: he is absolutely not going to put an end to this farce)

Here's the thing though. I don't actually think that Kant would hate this if it really were coming about organically? But one, right now it's a job that he's getting through, not something he actively wants. And two, he does not trust this man. Right now Kant is sailing through this with sheer balls and not much else. And it kind of makes me wince a little when we have Bison trying so hard to make sure it's consensual and that Kant's not pushing himself.

Hahaha now they aren't even safe from Fadel in Kant's tattoo parlor why is this so funny to me that man is everywhere. He sewed a tracker into the hems of Bison's pants didn't he.

Lie better Bison.

"Gimme a sec Bison I've gotta threaten your not boyfriend again I don't think he heard me the first time."

Kant is such a shit I swear.

Oh Fadel. I just love him so much.

Well Bison called this one. Good for him. Dark and brooding indeed.

Oh this should be fun. I would have thought that -

*Joong starts dancing, head empties*

Style: oh, he's hot.

Buddy where have you been.

Also ah, so Bison's drugging the secretary's drink then. Interesting tactic, that (but also low key cackling because well I know what's coming).

Style babe I like the way you think.

Hahaha of course he learned it from Magic Mike Jojo I love you you're back off notice for the glasses.

Actually though this is kind of perfect because to Style it would explain everything if Fadel just leaned into the host thing. Except he might want to show up again and that could turn into a problem. Oh no is Style actually trying to be helpful? Every time he stops being deliberately obnoxious it's pretty much always to be randomly earnest in a disarming sort of way, isn't it? And usually it's when he's trying to help someone, be it doing Kant a solid by telling Bison how down bad for him he is, helping out at the restaurant simply because they're busy and he's there, or offering to find a way to help Fadel out with his financial troubles (that he definitely does not have lol).

And now Fadel is going to kick all of these dude's asses.

What is with all the mouth close ups.

I don't believe for a second that Style didn't believe that Fadel was a host because he needed money. Style I'm liking you a lot right now and I don't think you're dumb but I do think you believe people when they tell you things...until they give you a reason not to, that is. Such as beating the everloving shit out of three dudes without breaking a sweat.

I say again, Kant is such a shit. Like he knows Fadel can kill him, he was genuinely worried he was gonna do something to him earlier, and he's still acting like a bit of a dick to the man's face. I swear, this dude is either great at compartmentalization or he has a death wish.

Or both.

You know, I'm gonna miss the running gag of Fadel interrupting these two every time they start to have a moment.

Oh no I am way too invested in Fadel because all I needed was the tiniest little flash of him being so happy with his past lover and I got all teary.

YES he's scared he doesn't TRUST you and he doesn't actually LIKE anything you've done so far.

Style. Style. Style what are you doing Style.

Jfc dude is nothing sacred.

Although to be fair, I don't think he knew what it was a support group for. But still, good god. Maybe back away graciously when you realize what you've walked into? Maybe? Don't' invent a dead dog story and fake sob about it these people are grieving holy shit Style.

Okay that bartender sucks what. Why would you make those drinks.

Oh look more drugs they really are made for each other.

Ha. You can just tell that Fadel thinks fucking Style is gonna get him out of his system. Ever look at a man and think wow honey you are so wrong that it's both hilarious and a little sad? Yeah.

Pffft Style that confidence is gonna get you in trouble.

And you know what? I'm not even mad about it. Play stupid games get a fist to the stomach and a knee to the groin.

Actually Bison has it better than the secretary at least he's not vomiting all over the place.

Oh Kant I see you. And so do the cameras.

Kant give him five minutes before you go snooping jesus.

...you know what I just realized. Bison's "prize" for winning the bet still assumed that Kant would be coming home with him. So there's that. But of course Kant would have still had to drug him because he doesn't want to go home with Bison for sex (kinky or otherwise). He wants to go home with Bison to get his snoop on.

The way that Bison pulled out those ropes was very funny, and when I paused it to laugh I got the best reaction face from Kant:

this is the face of a man who did not properly think this through. Dying. The question is though was Bison too drunk to clock it? Although...hm. Would it matter if he had? Maybe more on that later.

The music is hilarious what even.

"I have been waiting to have fun like this with someone for so long," he says. Yes honey we know you literally have your bed prepped for it even though you just said you've never taken anyone home (and unlike some of the other shit that comes out of his mouth, this I believe. Mostly because Fadel would do a murder).

Why is this cracking me up is it supposed to? It's First's fault entirely.

Because this is what Kant's mouth is saying: "I'm Kant. I'm a tattoo artist who loves adorable guys." What his eyeballs are saying is "I'm a fucking moron who is gonna get whipped to within an inch of his life and have to ask for more," and it shouldn't be funny, the underpinnings of why this is happening are absolutely NOT funny, but the music and the faces are taking it there. I'm kinda grateful tbh because it could have gone really dark instead and I kinda love this dark comedy tone the show has going on let's not ruin it.

Well Kant you said you liked being slapped.

He was totally enjoying himself at the end there. Getting into it big time. See the thing with him is he strikes me as the kind of guy who actually wouldn't mind trying something like this out in a normal setting, and he might even like it, but the problem here is that he doesn't feel like he's allowed to say where his limits are because due to what he has to do for Captain Christ, his limits have to go as far as Bison's. Even if he's not comfortable with it. And his limits might even be as far as Bison's! It just doesn't matter.

Add that to the fact that he knows damn good and well that the dude squirming in his lap and getting off on hurting him a little could easily kill him. Has killed. Will probably kill again while he takes his sweet ass time investigating. So he's unable to have real limits while dealing with a man he doesn't actually trust who could very well kill him if he slips up.

Fun.

...okay but did Fadel kill his ex lover because his mom told him he was a traitor or was working against them? That's how I'd write it but also I like angst and drama way way way too much.

This episode had a lot, and I have a lot of thoughts. and I don't now how coherent I will be in them but here we go I guess.

I like that everyone kind of sucks - I was worried that we'd have a situation where at least one of these guys is an innocent baby but we're not getting that at all. Even Style, arguably the most innocent of them all, is a jerk. This is fine and honestly kind of exactly what I want from this show. I'm invested in no one save Fadel but that makes it a lot easier to just enjoy what I'm getting.

Kant continues to fascinate me. I'm still so wary of what will happen to his character but man, right now I'm loving how ruthless he's being. I know I keep saying that but I don't even care this guy is a dick.

But also, this isn't his first rodeo, is it? While I'm utterly certain he's expendable to Captain Christ he's used him for dangerous jobs before and if all goes well here will probably continue to do so in future.

I really can't wait to see how he falls into his own trap. Just please bl jesus let him stay competent and ruthless. He can turn that ruthlessness in another direction, you know, he doesn't have to lose it just because he falls in love.

This was the first episode where I looked at Bison and went, "oh honey," which I was surprised by. It wasn't the drugging and it wasn't the tattoo shop stuff or even the stuff after the bar. Nope. What got me was his delighted little smile when Kant said he was helping him clean around the restaurant to prove himself to Fadel. That was the first time I looked at him and thought "oh this really is gonna hurt."

I truly don't know if I buy that he's actually given Kant his heart next ep - as I already said this was also the first ep that he did something that had my eyebrows going up a little so I'm side eyeing him a little right now - but he's definitely in this a little too deep. How could he help it though, when Kant's there working so hard at every turn to please him and trying to prove himself to his big brother and is even game to try this new kinky thing that is actually pretty important to him? And here is why I think that even if Bison clocked that Kant's apprehensive at best about this pain stuff, it might actually work in Kant's favor.

Because as far as we know, Bison doesn't know that Kant is basically being coerced into this whether he likes it or not, all it looks like from someone on the outside is him trying to please Bison. That's heady stuff, especially for someone who likes being in control as much as Bison does.

And I'm really starting to think that Fadel has kept Bison from knowing a LOT. Because some of the stuff he said with Mother Lilly was just jarring. I'd understand it if she coddled him but she doesn't, not really. And yet he's the only one who doesn't seem to understand to tread carefully with her. It's weird.

Which brings me to Fadel, literally the only character that I am emotionally invested in and who I am just so in love with I can barely handle it. Honestly though this tracks for me, since Kat was the only character I really cared about in 10 Things.

Joong is just playing him so well, he's killing me a little bit. He plays so stern but oh, there are already cracks aren't there. Mostly with Bison - it was only a matter of time before he cracked and let him have what he wanted, not because of Style but because he does want Bison to be happy, and as much has he chides him for being naive and trusting he has clearly worked hard to make it so that Bison can be that way. In spite of everything.

And this lover he used to have that he was going to leave everything for. I'm assuming he's dead or that he were disappeared by Mother Lilly, and there are different ways they could play this but my two favorites are as follows:

Mother Lilly lied about BF being some sort of traitor after either disposing of him herself OR she made Fadel do it/Fadel was so mad he went and did it himself.

He was actively working for someone, either a rival or even the police, and Fadel found out and disappeared him / told Mother Lilly and let her handle it. Or Mother Lilly was the one who told him.

Mother Lilly discovering (or "discovering") that BF was set to betray Fadel would go a long way towards explaining his devotion to the job and his unwillingness to go against her - he might not like it himself but maybe he feels like he owes her?

Also, number 2 would fit in with 10 Things and the Joey plot - Fadel warning Bison about Kant because he has been there before but also not telling Bison the real reason why and Bison just thinking he's being a paranoid weirdo. It wouldn't be a perfect 1:1 because Bianca was over Joey pretty fast lol but it'd be close enough, plus I kind of love that kind of parallel (except I guess in Bison's case loverboy accidentally does the job so well he actually falls in love. Also no killing of the Kant Bison he's too pretty to die).

Maybe we'll get fed a little more info next week, eh?

#the heart killers #episode 3 #rambles

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seneon · 7 months ago

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SENATION LORE PART 3: BATTLE OF LEGENDS.

📍 set in heian period ( year 794 to 1185 )

LONG LONG TIME AGO... born a baby who from birth, already seemed to be a blessing to his family and to the world. this baby... his name is sen, a soon-to-be samurai whose name will be imprinted in history.

"waaa waaa!" baby sen cries out.

soon, the baby grew up. as per told by the priests that this child would be the answer to the future, lil baby sen grew up to be a smart, strong, and super sugoi samurai. now, known as a samurai, whom is a freelance warrior going around all of japan to save the world. he journeys all over just to take down unearthly forces.

samurai sen led an adventurous life... often defeating giant monsters (like gashadokuro and that fish looking ahh) that cannot be seen by a normal soul. it seems he has a mission to defeat these creatures of the night. and truly, even as he is a youngin, his journey never ends. until...

he met a beautiful girl.

her name is lady @seumyo , a woman of a noble family. samurai sen knew he had no chance with a woman of nobility... they both knew it is wrong for a commoner and an almost princess... but regardless... they... they... k k k k k k k kissed... under the sunset 😱😱😱

that is truly taboo!

one of lady seumyo's servants saw them kissing and went home to report to seumyo's father. he was enraged, and stormed right to the forbidden temple. mans wanted revenge, so bro made a pact with devils to destroy and end the samurai's life..

completely unaware of this devious and unfathomable evil, samurai sen did not think that this was his last time that he will be drinking with his buddies. he laughed with them, sharing drinks with them, and spending their last moments together as bros.

"we are sworn brothers!" samurai sen held up a toast. "sworn brothers!" "#4liferz!" "broskis forever!" "we'll die together!!" the others also toasted before sipping their last drink.

DUM DUM DUM!

the sounds of thunder cracked through the sky as lighting flickered throughout the dark heavens. the samurai knew it was a calling to settle this raging night, so he set out with his sword alone to face the issue.

oh my days! raijin kami (the thunder god) is present!

"you dare disrupt peace between the worlds, you mortal!" @heartkaji said, striking a drum as a strike of lighting shoot at samurai sen. "whaattt! but i didn't do anything!" he deflected the lighting with his super cool stainless steel samurai katana.

"SILENCE MORTAL! THE DEVILS R OUT TO HUNT AND THEY HAVE SAID IT WAS YOU WHO FREED THEM!"

the samurai scratched his cheeks with the hilt of his sword. "uhm, I don't understand, but looks like I have to fight you, raijin-sama!"

the legendary battle commenced with a mortal human and an eternal god. it was a long battle, samurai sen's resolve and determination never ending as he felt himself dying. "i... i don't wanna die... i still haven't seen seumyo's elbows..."

"fear not, dearest..." a woman on a majestic white dragon swooped down and helped sen. "for you are the chosen one by the heavens. raijin! go back to your timeout! you've been naughty lately!" the beautiful goddess demanded the thunder god as he groaned in annoyance and disappeared into the heavens.

apparently, samurai sen is a gift from the heavens. the next new being to become a new god. in truth, he is already dead. he is only fighting with the thunder god to pass the god test, except his true examiner is @white-poppie.

how did samurai sen died...? well, one of the demons that seumyo's daddy made a pact with ate him at the boys night out LOL. now it is his time to take revenge on all the devil's that were let loose. this time, as a newly reborn courageous god.

𝐿𝑂𝑁𝐺 𝐿𝐼𝑉𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐺𝑂𝐷 𝑂𝐹 𝐶𝑂𝑈𝑅𝐴𝐺𝐸, 𝑆𝐸𝑁 !

STARRING. @satelitis @dazaisluver @angeliicheartt @seumyo @jaysgirlx @mqshido @skullvgirl @ivyppoison @heartkaji @white-poppie @hyoismbbg @saewako

note. thank you to @hyoismbbg who gave me the heian era idea 😭 also i spun the wheel to assign each usernames to each picture characters btw don't kill me pls i love yall

PART ONE (medieval era) PART TWO (ice kingdom) PART FOUR (salem witch trials)

#BEHOLD LORE PT3 #watch me make pt4 in 2 or 3 months #THIS IS SO FUNNY #I CANNOT #﹙🦇 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝖘𝖘𝐞𝐝﹚#﹙🕷️ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝑠𝑒𝑛.﹚

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yoonpobs · 4 years ago

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dilf (and love) | knj | m

pairing: kim namjoon x oc

genre: fluff, domestic fluff, smut, established relationship, marriage and kids lol

warnings: light dom/sub themes, pregnancy kink, penetrative sex, oral sex (f & m receiving), DILF JOON

words: 6, 702

summary: it's been too long since you and namjoon had time to yourselves

“God take that thing away from me!” You whine as you smother your face with your hands.

Jin pins you with a dry look as he catches a glimpse of ‘that thing’ who is looking up at you with big eyes and a toothless grin.

“That thing is your child …” Jin says blandly.

“That thing is ruining my sex life.” You narrow your eyes at Chanmi as she babbles some incoherent words with her ten-month-old vocabulary. You’d think as the daughter and apple of Kim Namjoon’s eye that she’d be able to read, write and speak sixteen languages at the age of one.

You still allow Chanmi to wrap her chubby fingers around your thinner ones and you can’t help but coo at your daughter. While she may have been the one thing that disrupted any intimate moment between you and Namjoon, you would fight anyone that would ever dare to mess with her. Your own husband included.

“Please, spare the details,” Jin mutters under his breath as he watches Chanmi fondly as she attempts to tug at your sleeve in hopes of getting your attention. You squeeze her cheeks before lifting her up in your arms and hold her close to your chest. You whine because she smells so … fresh. Just like a little bread baby that was all yours.

God, you loved her.

“My old sex life brought me this angel.” You grin up at your daughter who just smiles at you, unknowing of the context of your words.

“Can you stop using such vulgar words in front of your child?” Jin scolds you but doesn’t do anything much to take Chanmi out of your grasp.

You roll your eyes.

“She’s like 300 days old. She doesn’t even know how to shit at a decent hour let alone understand what sex is. Penis in vagina. Destroying pussy. A hole in one. Railing—”

Jin slaps his hand over your mouth to get you to stop talking as he glares at you.

“Why did my brother marry a heathen like you.” Jin seethes.

You shrug nonchalantly as you turn your head to see your dumbhead yet smart-ass husband that was attempting to glue back the shards of glass from the wine glass he broke earlier in hopes of you not realising.

“He needed to put his 148 IQ to good use and I’m the best investment his finance major ever got him.”

“The only good thing that came out of your marriage is this cutie.” Jin coos at his niece and you have half the mind to withdraw his Chanmi visiting card because whenever he was over all he did was berate you and your … unique ways of parenting.

But Jin would still say he cared for you as far as a brother-in-law would but with the added benefit of the fact that he was your best friend before he became your brother-in-law. You were an interesting character, to say the least, and the only reason you managed to befriend Jin was due to the fact that you didn’t know what boundaries meant and had invaded his personal space on the first day of lectures when you leaned over him to throw something at a know-it-all. Jin had been annoyed, but then an unlikely friendship bloomed out of the mutual distaste for ‘Howard from Accounting’.

He introduced you to Namjoon just because he thought that it was hilarious that you and his brother were polar opposites. Jin didn’t even expect the two of you to get along with each other let alone fall in love, but life had a funny way of saying ‘fuck you and your expectations’ to Jin when he least expected it.

The only thing that he regrets is the fact that now he had to listen to both you and his brother whine about your sex life, or lack thereof after the two of you became parents. Being a mother was hard because there was no manual to tell you what was right or wrong when it came to your baby but the experience itself. When you first fed Chanmi softened shrimp in her meals and caused an allergic reaction; you cried for hours straight because you felt like you should’ve just known.

Namjoon was a good partner and an even better father because he was understanding. The first few months postpartum he respected the fact that you weren’t ready to show your body to him because of the way it changed after giving birth to Chanmi, and he never told you that you were in your head for feeling that way. He validated all your feelings through all the rough edges that you gave him when you were going through your own things.

You finally felt comfortable to get naked around Namjoon at the five-month mark where your sex drive returned to that of when you were in your early twenties and just begun knowing how to truly enjoy sexual intimacies with a partner, but a five-month-old baby didn’t allow for much intimacy with your hot ass husband either.

It sucked because Namjoon had always been broad and very dad-like, and after he officially became a father to Chanmi you just felt like salivating over him every waking second you got because … God … Namjoon was a gift from the God’s themselves. Whenever you saw the way he handled Chanmi with absolute gentleness and care you felt like dropping to your knees and sucking the soul out of him. It didn’t help that he wore his glasses every night when he tucked her into bed and read her Shakespeare because it would ‘help with development’. You loved your husband but he was a little excessive.

“Oh God stop drooling over my brother!” Jin grimaces when he sees the bedroom eyes you were shooting Namjoon from where the two of you were with Chanmi.

You sigh dreamily and lean against your palm as you check out Namjoon’s ass.

“I can’t help that your brother and my husband has an ass like that.” You click your tongue.

Chanmi giggles again and it’s like a bell chiming at your favourite cafe when you cuddle her closer, feeling comfort in her scent. She smelt just like home and bubbles.

“How about I give you a sibling, huh?” You whisper to Chanmi who just opens her mouth to babble. Jin on the other hand facepalms himself and sighs.

“You’re insufferable.”

“I’m horny.” You shrug.

“Correction: you’re insufferable on a daily basis but absolutely horrifying to deal with when you’re horny.” He sneers.

“I just need to bed him and I’ll be fine.” You drawl, as your husband who spent the better half of your conversation fixing the wine glass grins to himself with his dimples when he finally placed the last piece of glass back into place. He was so meticulous and cute for the wrong reasons.

“Jesus, stop …” Jin groans.

“Jesus would definitely tell me to go get that dick because I deserve it.” You pat yourself on the back and wince slightly when you smell the telltale signs of Chanmi’s poop permeating the air.

“Say … would Yoongi mind having Chanmi over your place for the weekend?” Jin recognizes the devious expression you have on your face and knows that there’s no way out of it.

“I don’t have a choice do I?” Jin sighs.

You shake your head.

“Nope. Cause’ I texted Yoongi yesterday and said he totally wants to see his niece. The baby bag is all ready to go and it’s in the nursery.” You cock your thumb to the room down the hallway and Jin thinks to himself of all the reasons why he shouldn’t have introduced you to his brother at all seven years back.

“It’s weird without her …” Namjoon frowns as the two of you stand in the nursery as if you were mourning the loss of your child. It felt a lot like it, though.

The two of you never spent more than a few hours away from Chanmi ever since she was born and it felt weird to not smell her vomit from the kitchen or hear her giggles as you cooked dinner. You missed Namjoon and the spark you had in the first years of your relationship but you also felt a little empty without Chanmi’s presence with you.

“I miss her.” You whine into Namjoon’s chest and he clutches you tightly as if to say that he mirrored your sentiment.

“Should we call them?” You look up at him with wide eyes and he smoothes the frown lines on your forehead and chuckles, offering a gentle kiss to your temples.

“We called fifteen minutes ago, remember?” He chides you gently.

You huff, “I just … it’s so quiet. Where are my baby babbles?” You pout.

Namjoon sighs and rubs his thumb comfortingly on your arm when you look around at the purple nursery with reminders of your daughter that wasn’t currently with you.

“Let’s enjoy what we have, okay love?” Namjoon offers, “I miss Chanmi too but I miss this too.”

You smile at him the way he first fell in love with you years ago and leans down to place a peck onto your lips.

“I miss having you all to myself.” He whispers against your lips and you shiver at the way his broadness is clouding all your senses.

“You always have me Joon.” You tell him in a tone as soft as his.

His chest rumbles when he laughs and you feel so warm in the comfort of your husband's arms and you felt it too. Besides the physical aspect of having sex with him, you missed holding him like this without a care in the world. Most of your cuddle sessions were left to the nights you slept next to each other in bed because the two of you were either exhausted with work or trying to care for Chanmi. It’s been a long time since you could just feel Namjoon’s presence with you.

“Besides … we can finally, you know …” He mumbles shyly into your hair and the devil horns that you hide most of the time reappear.

“What, Joon?” You smirk up at him, hands trailing slowly down his chest.

Your husband was so big that every room he walked into he basically commanded the attention of every single person that would come across him. That’s what happens when you’re six foot and broad like him. But you loved the fact that you were the only one that got to see the much softer side to him that he didn’t just show anyone. The fact that he was the CEO of his own company made his persona ever more intimidating than he actually was but you knew he was a huge softie on the inside.

The two of you were very different in many senses. From your personalities to the way you approached conflict. Namjoon was very diplomatic but you were anything but. He was truly the most empathetic and understanding person you’ve met in your entire life and you’ve seen a total of ten therapists in your teenage years. Namjoon was the balance that levelled your temper and uninhibited tendencies to always be the loudest person in every room. With every time you snarked at someone who pushed your buttons came Namjoon that placed a gentle hand on your back with a soft whisper of comfort.

In fact, most people thought the two of you would have never lasted. You heard those mean girls in college that made petty bets on the fact that you’d probably end up leaving him because you were too much of a bitch to deal with someone as kind as Namjoon. You remembered most of your fights being about your insecurities and how you always thought that Namjoon deserved better and with him telling you that you were the one for him.

Looking back, you laugh because the two of you were theoretically horrible for each other but exactly what the other needed. Namjoon needed someone free-spirited enough to manage his meticulous tendencies and you needed someone willing to see you for more than your erratic behaviour.

“What’s that pretty head of yours thinking about?” Namjoon hums when he realises you’re not paying attention to him anymore. He clasps your hands together to bring back your attention to him as you look up at him with eyes so full of love.

“Just reminiscing on the old days.” You tell him and he snorts.

“You say that as if we’re ancient.”

“You’re not fooling anyone. I heard your joints cracking when you bent down to pick up the strands of hair on the floor.” You tease.

“And who’s fault is it that I’m constantly bending over to pick up strands of hair because she sheds like a cat?” He retorts playfully.

“We’re both old.” You pout, playing with his fingers and admiring the glimmer of his wedding ring. You can’t believe you bagged a man like Namjoon.

“I still got it, though.” He adds thoughtfully and you raise an eye at his comment.

“Got what?”

“My game.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you suggestively and you burst out laughing because it was so on-brand for Namjoon to make a comment like that but blush when you got a little more touchy-feely with him when he least expected it.

“How about you show me then?” You whisper as you turn around to press yourself against his chest, ensuring that your cleavage was on full show to his line of vision when he looks down at you.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love your tits after the pregnancy?” He tells you breathily and you snort.

“So you didn’t like my tits before I gave birth to your child?”

He rolls his eyes and reaches his hands below your thighs to lift you up so that you could wrap your legs around his waist. The way he could effortlessly carry you and lift you up always made your heart and nether regions flutter because he was so big that he basically towered over you. Especially when he became a dad it was like his hot factor exploded exponentially. He basically became the epitome of a dilf.

“You and your mouth,” He tsks as he carries you out of the nursery and into your bedroom, “I just may need to shut you up.”

You whine into his chest before he tosses you down onto your mattress as he towers over you, looking over your body like you were the finest piece of art he’s ever seen. Namjoon always had ways to make you feel like a million bucks even though you were in an old camisole and your old college varsity sweatpants.

“Why don’t you do it then?” You tease back.

You were different from the women that Namjoon has been with prior to your seven-year-long relationship as most of them were pliant and quiet, and took whatever he gave to them. Don’t get him wrong, he loved playing the dominant character in bed but he also needed a brat to push his buttons and it was exactly what you were. Even if the two of you were so fundamentally different in personalities, the two of you were definitely sexually compatible.

“Flip over.” He demands and you whine before reluctantly turning over.

“I want to see you.” You whine petulantly.

You feel him rather than have him verbally respond to you because he delivers a tight slap to your ass as you gasp at the impact. He rubs his hands soothingly over your butt cheeks and squeezes them as he leans over your body, crowding your back with his body heat.

“Don’t be a brat ___.” He sneers into your ear and the moan is stuck on your throat when you feel him drag his hands all over your body until it reaches under your body to reach for your tits.

“Fuck. I love your tits.” He groans.

Namjoon’s hands immediately trail down your body until they reach the hem of your shorts and you wiggle your ass back at him teasingly. You hear him growl and you always knew that Namjoon was an ass man and your ass made him weak.

“Need I remind you that you’re in no position to tease, sweetheart?” He whispers into your ear and you feel the goosebumps erupt on the surface of your skin.

“Fuck. Please—Joon, touch me.” You gasp as you feel him pull down your shorts to be greeted with a cheeky pair of panties that left little to imagine of what hides underneath. Your husband had the talent of getting you obscenely wet without doing much and it’s proven again when you feel the uncomfortable ache between your legs as he flips your body over once again to get a good glimpse of your heaving body, as well as the stain on your panties.

His knuckles trace the inner side of your thigh carefully as he avoids the place you need him the most while you feel more wetness pool at your entrance. You’ve been deprived of his touch for way too long and that caused your sensitive reactions to anything that he did. You missed his fingers so much and having him so close yet so far away from your pussy was destroying your restraint.

“Namjoon p-please!” You cry when he finally cups your mound with his large palm.

He digs the heel of his palm straight into your clit as you arch your back and let out a low moan.

“So wet baby and I’ve barely done anything.” He taunts you with the low baritone of his voice.

“You make me so wet Joonie.” You pant when you feel him grind his palm into your clit some more, providing the satisfying friction that you’ve been craving.

The feeling doesn’t last long because he’s hastily removing your panties from your legs and tosses them somewhere over his shoulder. His face is directly in front of your pussy and you can’t help but feel flustered at the proximity of his breath to your hole. You’ve done this a million times before but the familiarity is slightly lost due to the time between the last and the present.

“Where’s the brat that couldn’t shut her mouth before, hm?” He mumbles and you feel every breath against your pussy. You squirm and feel his large hands wrap around your thighs, locking you into position so you wouldn’t be able to move.

“It’s just been so—ah—long,” You tell him breathily.

“Too long. Missed this pussy.” He says as a parting gift before he dives straight into your clit and begins to lap rounds over the hardened bud. You let out a high pitched moan at the pleasure he was providing you with just his tongue alone, and the way that he knew just where to focus on your clit with tense figure-eights.

“Ah—ah, fuck—Joon!” You groan as your hands wrap around his hair to tug at it. You feel him moan against your pussy, which sends vibrations up to your core and causes more wetness to pool at your centre.

Namjoon is relentless when he digs his hands harder into the meat of your thighs to prevent you from moving too much as he continues to suction on your clit, focusing his attention on it as much as he could. After years of being together, he just knew what you loved and this was it.

You liked it messy. Wet and fast, and Namjoon always gave it to you good. He pulls away momentarily so he could look up at you with a hooded gaze and you let out a high pitched whine when you see the glistening of his chin all the way up to his nose with the signs of your wetness staining him. His fingers run up your thighs teasingly and you shift under his ministrations only for him to smack your right thigh harshly.

“If you move you don’t get to cum.” He threatens you and you immediately still your body with the impossible threat.

You feel his fingers run up and down on your slit as he gathers all your wetness into one place, hovering slightly over your clit. You have to keep your whine to a minimum because Namjoon got real mean when he wanted to. But he was a good lover—so good.

Your hole is throbbing with a need to be filled, and your husband picks up on that immediately as he prods your entrance with the tip of his index finger. You attempt to grind down on him as you make eye contact with the dark eyes that threaten to take away your orgasm.

“I said. Don’t. Move.” He reminds you.

You whimper in silence as he teases your hole a little more before he decides to return home into the warmth of your walls. The moment that barrier was broken, you feel him go straight for the hook as he reaches his index finger all the way up until his knuckles. You hear Namjoon hiss under his breath as he begins prodding your walls until he finds—

“Fuck—there, Joon—ah!” You gasp, head tilting backwards when your husband finds your g-spot.

Namjoon smirks to himself and slides another finger in to hook them upwards into your g-spot, unmoving as he stills himself against the area; causing pure, unaltered pleasured to run through your veins. You’re vibrating and twitching all at once because you can’t control the involuntary response that comes with your husband's demon fingers that are causing every possible pleasurable feeling to run through your system.

You can’t keep the moan to yourself either as Namjoon looks at you with awe, but you miss it because your eyes are too busy being rolled to the back of your head at the way Namjoon skilfully thrusts into your pussy.

“H-Harder, p-please Joon—wanna cum so bad.” You moan and run your fingers through his hair to bring his mouth closer to your mound.

He lowly chuckles and shakes his head at your sex drive. And the next thing he does next nearly makes you cum on the spot.

The way he gathers his spit at the back of his throat was borderline pornographic as you see the way his throat revs up. He drops the glob of spit directly onto your clit and uses the hand that wasn’t in your pussy to spread the lubricant all over your slit. He purposefully grazes your clit but doesn’t apply enough pressure to make your head spin, but just enough for you to whine in want.

“Your pussy is so pretty love.” He coos, leaning into your mound to deliver kitten-licks to your clit, and the warmth of his tongue with the added addition of his fingers feels all too much.

“J-Joon!” You gasp when you feel him thrust his fingers rapidly in and out of your pussy that your body hitched up the surface of the bed. Every thrust was accompanied by the direct assault of his tongue on your clit as he presses down on the hardened bud with the purpose to drive you closer to your orgasm.

You were painfully close, and the precision of his fingers at your g-spot allows you to revel in the way the coil in your body is ready to snap, so close to release. Namjoon leans down so that his head is where you love him the most, between your thighs as he scores the final goal and presses his tongue against your clit.

“Oh my god Joon—fuck—s-so good—I’m gonna cum!” Your back arches off the bed uselessly because of the way that Namjoon uses his other hand to pin you down, arms wrapped tightly around your stomach.

“Come for me pretty girl.” He coos against your clit and the vibrations is what sends you over the edge.

He fucks his fingers into you as you orgasm, kitten licking your clit with just enough pressure for you to whine as you buck your hips up into his mouth involuntarily.

“Fuck. Baby—hurts.” You whine, pushing his head away from your pussy when the overstimulation gets to you.

Namjoon places one last teasing peck on your clit, which causes you to twitch and pinch his neck as he chuckles, dragging his hand up your body to bring you closer to him.

“Still got it, hm?” He whispers against the column of your neck as you roll your eyes.

“Just kiss me you fool.” You pull him in for a kiss, and your tongue immediately finds its place home in Namjoon’s mouth.

It’s probably because it’s been so long since the two of you could feel each other like this, without any rush to get it over with but with the freedom to enjoy each other’s bodies as much as you’d like. Namjoon’s hands were the truth of that as he trails his arms down the sides of your waist and tugs you closer to him by your hips until he reaches for the hem of your camisole to tug it off your body.

He grabs the mounds of flesh in his hands and squeezes them hard enough to cause another gush of wetness to drip down the side of your thighs and onto his sweatpants. Besides the fact that he delivered a mind-blowing orgasm to you, the stained wetness of his sweatpants from his pre-cum and your slick is enough for you to push him down onto the bed.

“I’m gonna suck your cock.” You kiss him on the lips one last time before you’re leaning down to palm him over his sweatpants.

He hisses above you and grabs the back of your neck lovingly that it has you snorting.

“You know if you’re laughing at my dick my feelings are going to be very hurt,” Namjoon says from above you.

“It’s just …” You shake your head and giggle as you clench your fist around the outline of Namjoon’s cock as he lets out a low breath of approval at your action.

“You used to shove my head onto your cock the moment I reached your pants and now you’re so soft.” You tease.

You hear his breath hitch and the grip on your neck tighten at your taunting words. The excitement already pooling in your stomach at the roughness that would ensue from your husband.

“Me? Soft? Is that what you want baby?” His tone is warning and you know he’s serious.

You shake your head as you look up at him with innocent eyes, a stark contrast to the hand that continues to fondle his balls over his sweatpants.

“Don’t be a bitch and take my cock out.” He sneers, and you smile to yourself cheekily—knowing you hit a sore spot.

You happily oblige as you pull Namjoon’s sweats down to be greeted with your husbands cock. The visual itself has your pussy throbbing, and every time you’re faced with it, you always burn with the prospect of his thick cock pounding into your pussy.

“Now suck it like a good girl.” He guides your head towards his dick but you’re proactive enough to fully start licking at his tip, tongue teasing his slit as you hear him let out a low groan.

Your eyes are locked on his figure, as his head is thrown back. You want to grind on the sheets but you know that would delay him fucking you so you decide against it. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t appreciate the visual that your husband was giving you from where you were.

Namjoon had always been handsome. But there’s something about seeing him throw his head back in pleasure because of you that has your stomach churning with pride. You’d shamelessly admit that you were more on the possessive side, purely because you knew there were many men and women out there who desired Namjoon in more ways than one; and you didn’t like sharing one bit.

You spit onto his dick as your hands worked the rest of the length that you didn’t engulf in your mouth as you hollowed your cheeks to create a suction. Your tongue begins to tease the underside of his shaft, the way he likes the most and you know he’s enjoying your focus there because the hand that grips your neck is now tightly clutching your hair in a fist.

“Fuck. That’s it, baby.” He groans.

Motivated by the praise, you sink deeper, hands resting on his thick thighs as you push yourself until your nose reaches his pelvis. You’ve taken his cock like a champion on many occasions, and you can only thank him for that like the numerous times he had to guide you down on his cock were probably the only reason why your tiny throat could welcome his thick girth.

The sounds of you chocking on his dick was a lot for Namjoon, mainly because he couldn’t get enough of his wife but also because he’s been waiting out to bust a nut down your throat—actually your pussy—so long that he can’t handle the onslaught of pleasure your mouth brings him.

“Baby—baby,” He tugs you off his cock and the redness around your cheeks with the tears that pool at your waterline is enough to make his heart soar. Even though you were nasty in bed, he loved every single part of your forwardness.

“Your mouth is amazing but I need to cum in your pussy.” He tells you.

You whine at his declaration and allow him to manhandle you until you were face down ass up, ass pressed tightly against his pelvis as you grind your wet cunt over the hardness of his dick.

“Fuck—you’re so wet, baby. You like sucking my cock?” He growls, arms reaching around your stomach to pull your body flush against his chest.

When you reach your hand to wrap around his head to balance yourself, you see a view of your bodies together in your mirror. Courtesy of when you first moved in and due to you and Namjoon’s egocentric tendencies of wanting to see you guys fucking each other.

“S-So much Joon.” You garble.

His hand reach down to cup your mound and digs his palm into your clit as you grind down against his hand. You feel him loosely trace over your clit to gather your wetness into his hand to lather it over his dick.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good.” He whispers in your ear when he lines his cock against your entrance.

You whine, excitement erupting inside of you—until he finally slides it.

It definitely takes you by surprise because your husband was big. And the fact that you haven’t had his dick in you for months made it much more of a pleasant surprise when he bottoms out completely in one swift thrust of his hips, which causes your body to fall forward as your hands grip the sheets beneath you.

“Fuck. This tight pussy’s mine, right?” He growls.

You nod your head into the sheets as he begins with a few experimental thrusts as you adjust to the slight, yet pleasurable, sting in your lower half.

Until you squeeze his hand on your hip to give him the go, Namjoon settles for slow thrusts into your pussy, but it’s enough to prod at your pleasurable spot because not only is Namjoon smart, kind, funny, handsome and ridiculously a great father—he is phenomenal at sex. Probably why he knocked you up on the night of your honeymoon with your bundle of joy.

Namjoon begins snapping his hips into yours relentlessly like a man starved, and starved he was. He’s missed the wet heat of your pussy; and God did he love your daughter—but he missed this—your pussy.

“F-Fuuuuu—” You’re heaving.

Namjoon continues to thrust into your pussy, angling his hips upwards so that he’d reach places deeper than ever as your eyes roll to the back of your heart in pleasure.

“Fuck—this—tight—pussy—” His words follow the sharpness of his thrusts and you don’t even know where to grab because all your sensations are heightened, especially when Namjoon reaches a hand down to your clit to begin rubbing it vigorously.

“Nam—Joon!”

You’re so wet that the squelch of his thrusts is echoed in your bedroom, and the only thing you hear besides that is your loud moans and the heavy breathing coming from Namjoon.

It’s only when he plants his knees firmly into the mattress and brings your hips to meet his thrusts is when you feel your pussy clench uncontrollably around his cock as you wail out his name.

“Fuck, baby—you’re clenching—so—hard.” He groans, pushing his hips deeper into your pussy.

“Love your cock,” You moan, “Fuck—Joon, please—fuck your cum into me.”

“Yeah?” He grits his teeth and flips your over effortlessly, dragging your leg over his shoulder as he begins pounding into you even harder as he admires the way your face contorts in pleasure.

“Yeah.” You nod your head like a sex-crazed maniac because your husband was just too good with his hips.

“Gonna give you another baby.” He whispers when he leans down into your face as your eyes widen at his declaration. Your pussy reacts too, gushing out even more wetness as it becomes tighter around Namjoon’s cock.

“Fuck. You like that idea? A sibling for Chan’?” He grinds his pelvis into your clit as his words spur your second orgasm for the night on.

“No shit?” You gasp when he revs up his spit in the back of his throat, looking at your mouth invitingly.

“Yeah,” He says breathlessly, and you open your mouth to welcome his tongue when he drops the glob of spit down your throat.

You whine, feeling your orgasm coming so closely.

“Fuck Joon—I’m gonna cum.” You gasp.

You feel Namjoon’s hips stutter and you know he’s coming soon too.

“Me too baby.” He tells you while giving you the set of most adoring eyes ever. Even as he’s fucking you into the next dimension, Namjoon makes you feel so utterly loved and whole that you can’t imagine spending the rest of your life with anyone else.

He snaps his hips the hardest he’s ever done throughout the entire night, and you feel your pussy throb so much; signalling to you and Namjoon that your release was right there.

“Baby—I’m gonna—I’m gonna c-cum,” You grab onto his shoulder to pull him closer to you.

He welcomes it and leaves open mouth kisses onto your mouth as he fucks into you like a mad man.

“Cum.”

That’s all it takes for you to reach an explosive orgasm, one that quite literally causes you to blank out for a second because while Namjoon’s hot cum spurts into your pussy short after you came, he feels your body go limp in his embrace; causing his eyes to widen.

Only until you’re blinking up at him dazedly is when he holds you to his chest, as you feel his chest rumble when he chuckles.

“Baby … I thought you died.” He cards a hand through your hair and you smile at him, stupidly in love.

“If I die because of your dick I’d be happy.” You grin at him cutely. And he scoffs at the way you look so cute after you’ve been fucked to hell and back.

“My horny little monster,” He flicks your forehead as you bring him close to your chest, his dick still settled inside of you. But there was a sort of intimacy that you couldn’t quite put words to, but welcomed the gesture nevertheless.

“Were you serious?” You ask after a while of sharing a few intimate pecks to each others’ lips.

He finally pulls out to roll on his side as he reaches over to pull your close to his chest. He raises an eyebrow at your expression when you feel his cum leak out of you.

“God you really didn’t jack off recently, did you?” You ask.

He pecks you on the nose as he quickly tugs clean boxers over his legs and disappears into your on-suite. You sigh to yourself dreamily, thinking of how lucky you were to be with someone as loving and compassionate as Namjoon was.

You weren’t necessarily unlucky when it came to your relationships prior to him, but there would always be dealbreakers that caused splits to be more bitter than neutral. Namjoon was the only man in your life that you could speak to without fearing any judgement from because he wasn’t like that. He knew how to make you feel wanted and also how to want yourself, all while being your best friend and partner.

When he returns, he returns with a damp cloth and immediately begins cleaning up the mess between your thighs, even as he cheekily mentions how there was more from where that came from as you slap him on the shoulder.

Once he ensures he’s satisfied, he tosses the cloth into the laundry basket and grabs a big t-shirt of his to slip it over your body. You hum in satisfaction as his scent overwhelms you, even more so when he tugs you close to his body and he looks at you with all the love in the world.

“You asked if I was serious earlier?” He repeats your question and you nod your head looking up at him.

“Yeah.” You let out a breathy smile when he leans down to pull your face towards his own as you admire all the freckles and pores on his skin, fingers tracing loosely over the wrinkles that come with age.

“I know it’s sudden but … I’ve been thinking about our family and—I want our family to become bigger.” He tells you like it’s a secret. You know he’s been mulling over it for quite a while because he looks a little unsure of himself, but all you can do is smile widely at him.

“Really?” You ask, playing with the hair on the back of his neck when you feel his fingers trace over the skin on your back.

“Of course. I love you, and I love Chanmi. I’ve always wanted kids and you brought the best gift in my life to me and … I can’t explain how happy I am when I’m with the two of you.” He smiles at you gently.

You don’t know if it’s because he just fucked you so good, or was it because you were lovesick, but your eyes water because Namjoon was Namjoon.

“But—if you’re not ready then I understand and we can—”

“Yes.” You interrupt him.

His eyes widen as you see the excitement begin to pour into his irises.

“Wait—really?” He asks innocently.

You nod your head and kiss him on the lips softly, no rush as he returns the gesture, holding you close onto his chest where you feel the best in his arms.

“Yes really. I want what you want. And I think it’s about time Chanmi gets a sibling, no?” You tease.

He groans like you’re unreal as he buries his head into the crook of your neck as you caress him gently. Namjoon was really just like an oversized baby and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“When?” He asks.

You tease your fingertips down to his chest and offer him a knowing look.

“Now?” You feign indifference but you can see the wide grin he sports on his face.

“Fuck. Don’t say that. I think my dick is going to fall off at how hard I fucked you just now,” He whined.

“You’re getting old,” You massage his shoulders as he sighs.

“I am …” He acknowledges, “But we’ll grow old together, right?”

The prospect of a future of unknowns with Namjoon only makes your heart bloom. You nod your head, not another word need to be uttered as he holds you in his arms, excited for what’s to come.

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the grey area ; tendou satori

pairing: tendou satori x f!reader [ft. semi eita cameo]

synopsis: tendou thinks you need to live a little. you think he’s the devil incarnate.

tag(s): college!au, stuco!au, enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, fluff, tantalising witty banter, semi is a Good Bro™, reader is a fully developed character ; warning(s): profanity ; wc: 8.1k

a/n: hey gang! this is the longest fic i’ve ever written in my life LOL anyway i truly had a blast writing this and i hope you feel the same way reading it

There are many things in this world that perplex you: decaffeinated coffee, college-level calculus, and last and most perplexing of them all, how in tarnation Tendou Satori’s spectral body slithered its way into your sophomore student council.

Rumours surrounding the business major with blood-red hair had spread like hellfire during his campaign–– stories of his sadistic treatment of competition during his volleyball days, whispers of the utterly callous way he spoke to classmates, hearsay that you, the incumbent president and election favourite, had originally taken with a grain of salt. It was, after all, only presidential to give him the benefit of the doubt.

But now, as he sits with his back against his chair, one ripped-jean clad knee protruding above the table, and a smug grin on his ghastly face, you think back on the rumours you’d heard before. And you agree.

Tendou Satori is the devil incarnate.

“Excuse me?” you ask as if you’d just heard him incorrectly. You didn’t. You’d heard him loud and clear.

The smirk on his face grows. “I said, Miss President, that we’re not a help centre for the college students who can’t handle college-level work. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn a thing or two from the struggle.”

You feel like you’re playing a game of tennis. Feeling all eyes in the cabinet shift to you, it suddenly occurs to you that you have to end the rally before it gets out of hand. It’s important to establish your authority at the first meeting. You will not let yourself get walked over by your vice president.

“As the sophomore student council, it’s our duty to represent all sophomores’ opinions and struggles. Therefore, I believe that reviewing the workload of certain courses is a discussion we must entertain,” you reply levelly. Good. Diplomatic enough.

Tendou’s red eyes survey you with mild amusement. Then, he crosses his arms over his raised knee and rests his chin over his forearms.

And he smiles.

Because though he might be the demon of Shiratorizawa, you’re not the angel everyone thinks you are.

Angels don’t clench their fists under the table.

His observation rings true again at the second council meeting, just a few days after the announcement of the council’s senators this year.

Tendou has his legs propped up on the edge of the table, one foot over the other, much to your ire. It’s incredibly unprofessional. “A senator’s vote should never hold as much power as an officer’s. There’s a reason why they’re a senator,” he says matter-of-factly.

“But they’re important,” you argue. “There’s twenty of them and five of us. They do the most physical work and carry out most tasks. If we told them that their vote holds only a fraction of ours, we’d lose all legitimacy. They could even impeach us.”

A devious grin creeps over Tendou’s pallid face. “Then don’t tell ‘em.”

Red hot fury pumps through your veins. “Transparency––”

“Is a lie. All governments lie,” he interrupts. “That is how they survive. Politics is dirty. No one comes out of the game a saint.” No one enters a saint, either.

He watches you with careful eyes, noticing that although you turn the corners of your mouth upwards, at the same time, you also curl your fingers slowly into your palms. That you’ve slipped on your mask of virtue and all-that-is-holy, ready to give one hell of a performance. Interesting.

“How about we just… hold a vote right now?” Noa asks, suddenly breaking the tension in the room. The public relations officer smiles uneasily between you two, hoping that one of you will take the bait.

“What a wonderful idea,” Tendou drawls, mirth dancing in his eyes.

And as expected from the courteous and polite, you acquiesce, fighting to hide the way your fingernails are digging so deeply into your palms that even hours after you stride out the meeting room, damnation on your mind, the blood-red crescents still remain visible against your flesh.

“No,” he says after you pitch your idea for implementing an on-campus Medical Emergency Response Team, MERT, to reduce the number of alcohol-related injuries the sophomore class is embarrassingly accounting for. “It’s not anyone’s job to wrap drunk nineteen-year-olds in fluffy blankets and kiss their boo-boos bye-bye. If you land yourself in shit after drinking underage, you brought that shit upon yourself.”

“But the MERT would help all students on campus, not just sophomores,” Hana, your treasurer, argues in your defense. You smile pleasantly her way. Perhaps all those free Starbucks runs weren’t for nothing.

“Admin doesn’t have the funding for that. Even if we passed this proposal, they’d just veto it,” Tendou retorts. “Isn’t that right, Hana?”

He knows he’s won when Hana doesn’t reply. “It’s great having an idealist for a president. But not all of us can live in paradise.” Good thing the vice president raises hell, then.

From your seat at the table, you feel the tides shift in his favour.

From his seat, he smirks.

And you see red. Because deep down, you know he’s right.

Politics is a dirty game. And though your hands appear as the cleanest at the table, they are also the emptiest. Nothing in this world is infallibly clean.

“Prez,” he calls out when you, always last to leave after meetings are adjourned, walk past him in the hallway.

With a tight smile on your face, you spin around to face your demon.

You should’ve known better, though, because where the devil goes, hell follows. And as Tendou’s thin pupils fix themselves firmly on yours, as his uncharacteristically mirthless mouth opens, as his revelation shatters your peace of mind, all hell breaks loose from the leash in his hands. It barrels towards you with foam in its mouth.

A cheating ring.

Under your and the school’s noses, the sophomore class has formed a cheating ring with more than a hundred students involved. And some might even be members of the student council.

“Out of all of us, I’d bet Noa,” Tendou guesses. “The stuff he says in his morning announcements? I wouldn’t put it past him. Hana’s too smart to cheat. Niko? He’s the secretary–– I trust secretaries with my life.”

You notice he’s left out one person in his analysis of your cabinet and cross your arms. “And me?”

Tendou’s eyes narrow as his lips pull back into a sly grin. He doesn’t say “you have morals” or “you have integrity” or even “you’re too straitlaced”. Much to your surprise, he doesn’t say anything about your goodness. When Tendou finally says that you aren’t part of the ring because “you wouldn’t risk tarnishing that spotless reputation of yours”, you both know that he’s really calling you a coward.

Stamping out the fire in your eyes, you ask, “Where’d you hear about this?”

“Some of the guys I play pick-up with. They have volleyballs for brains–– they’re definitely in it.”

“And they didn’t assume that you, the student council vice president, would snitch?”

One corner of Tendou’s mouth twitches upwards, though it looks a lot more bitter than smug. “Do I look vice presidential?”

It’s a rhetorical question–– of course he doesn’t. Pity almost adds itself to the short list of feelings you have towards the devil. Almost. Because then you remember his blatant disrespect for rules, for morality, for authority. How he doesn’t care about others. How he doesn’t look respectable because he isn’t. And that flicker of pity is also snuffed out. Power, you think, commands a respect that he doesn’t deserve.

At your silence, Tendou’s head drops subtly in a nod. He thought so, too. With his point proven, he continues, “Then here’s our plan. I––”

“Uh...” You bite your lip.

Nothing escapes Tendou’s hellishly keen pupils.

A bolt of realisation streaks through his mind and, instantly, his sharp features are illuminated with what can only be shock. Genuine shock. There’s something he had wrong about you. You’re more than a coward.

“You don’t want to take down the ring.”

Forget the rules. Forget morals. Forget authority. Your power comes from the will of the people. And your people, the students of Shiratorizawa, are all cheaters. If staying in power means backtracking on your word, then so be it.

You’re an actress.

A cackle, wild like Ninth Circle wind, leaps from his throat. “Of course. What did I expect? You’re just another power-hungry hypocrite, aren’t ya, Prez?”

If only the ground beneath your feet could open and swallow you whole.

He leans towards you until you’re at eye-level and cocks his head to the side. “What a shame.” He chuckles softly, straightens his spine, and shoves his hands in his pockets before heading towards the other end of the hallway. Throwing you a glance over his shoulder, he adds with a lilt to his voice, “When you decide to be the saint of the council again, let me know. I don’t hold grudges.”

The walk back to your dorm feels more like a trek. Try as you might to forget the incident in the hallway, nothing can shake your feeling of being totally seen through. After so long, cracks are finally starting to appear in your porcelain mask.

Dad wouldn't be very happy about this, you think sourly. His calculating eyes burn from your memory even though you haven’t visited home in a while.

Power is deceit, he’d often said. The most powerful even deceive themselves.

And for as long as you can remember, those words have held your head above water: from the day you ran back to the house from school in fourth grade with tears in your eyes, cursing the kids you’d thought were your friends, all the way to the day you strode across the stage at graduation with CLASS PRESIDENT embroidered on the stole on your neck.

You befriended your bullies, winning them over compliment by compliment, brownie by brownie. You charmed your teachers, arriving early to make small talk, leaving late to ask questions. You gripped helplessness and forged it into power. Invincibility. Evolution. You made people adore you. And slowly, you clawed your way out of the darkest depths of the ocean and onto a throne.

But at the end of each day when you take off that crown, you realise over and over in the grand emptiness of the throne room that you aren’t powerful.

You’re just a great pretender.

Clenching your fists tightly, you cut through the quad for a shortcut back to your dorm. As you pass a vibrant row of pink carnations, your mother’s voice whispers over the loop of your father’s words, just like she’s always done.

Be someone everyone wants to respect, but above all, love.

Your brows furrow. Isn’t that what you’re doing?

The devil lights the cheating ring on fire a week before the start of semester exams. You learn about it through the school newspaper.

TENDOU SATORI TAKES DOWN CHEATING RING, SAYS IT WAS “HIS PLEASURE”

Throwing the scrunched up newspaper on the library table in front of him, you hiss, “Why?”

“You’d know if you read the article,” Tendou replies in a sing-song voice, though his gaze remains glued to his phone. “Cheaters never win.”

“I didn’t take you for the righteous type.”

Finally laying his phone down, he meets your eyes with upturned lips. “That’s because I’m not righteous, Prez. I just do what feels right.”

Crossing your arms, you stare down at his half-lidded gaze. “And what do you call that?” If Tendou Satori is about to say that all of his actions are conducted in good faith because it “feels right”, you’ll be damne––

“Call it intuition.”

There is nothing you can say to that. Perplexed, you remain standing in front of him, unable to string together a coherent response.

Intuition?

Knowing that he’s caught your tongue, Tendou grins like a Chesire cat. You firmly press your lips into a thin line, spin around, and prepare to storm out the library. Staring at his face for any longer might leave you with high blood pressure.

But the feeling of his cold hand around your wrist stops you in your tracks. A gust of ice sweeps through your veins. Turning around with goosebumps all over your body, you shoot him an impatient glare, hoping your shock hasn’t dampened its intensity.

“You might want to read this,” Tendou says. In his other hand, he holds the wrinkled newspaper.

He’d been right about Noa.

Beneath your feet, the ground, in a diabolical delayed reaction, finally opens.

In the wake of Studygate (as the students have labelled the scandal), your second-semester student council is noticeably emptier. It’s also noticeably gloomier. Along with your public relations officer, five senators have been expelled from the university. Morale is at an all-time low. Even the campus, without Noa’s morning announcements, feels a little too quiet.

That, you learn, is why the Executive Council president Ari is currently sitting across from you and Tendou in the library.

“As much as we denounce Noa’s actions, we can’t deny that his morning announcements brought our campus closer together,” she says with a sigh.

Tendou, who’s leaning against his seat with the usual nonchalance, ankle propped over his knee, hands tapping a beat into the armrests, nods in agreement. You don’t. You never tuned in anyway.

“The Executive Council is asking the two of you to take over the show for the rest of the semester.”

You blink. “Why can't we just have people apply to take over the position?”

Ari has probably prepared for this question. “Both admin and Exec are now… a little wary of who in this school gets to be in positions of power.” Ah. “Tendou, you were our first choice for Noa’s replacement, not only because of your colourful personality, but also because you’ve shown that you’re trustworthy.” She faces you. “Y/N, you were chosen to keep Tendou in line on the off-chance that he goes overboard.”

“So I’m the babysitter,” you say with a frown. Tendou cackles. Suddenly, you wonder if she knows just how insufferable he truly is. And what hell you’d be putting yourself through if you accept her task–– not that you won’t. The summit of your mountain doesn’t stop at class president. You still have more to climb and you have a feeling that this project might just take you to the top.

“That’s up for the two of you to decide. We expect to see you both in Room 103 at the Media Centre at 6 AM every morning starting tomorrow,” Ari states with an air of finality. Smiling, she stands up, throws on her coat, and leaves.

You and Tendou are left to mull over your new project.

“I––”

“Save it,” Tendou says, pushing himself off his chair. “I’ll handle myself. Your pristine reputation can stay spotless, Prez. Just like last time.” With the faintest trace of a smirk on his face, he, too, leaves.

You detest Tendou Satori.

More importantly, as you think about how unfair it is that Tendou can be unapologetically himself–– callous, condescending, and confusing–– and still have everything handed to him on a silver platter, you realise that maybe you don’t hate him as much as you think.

You envy Tendou Satori.

You envy how he can say things like “you brought that shit upon yourself” and still get his pitch passed. You envy how he can sneer all he wants and still have people listen. You envy how he, in his beat-up Converse and ripped skinny jeans, never looks dignified at all and still commands the same reverence as you.

You imagine how great it’d finally feel to be able to tell someone to “shut the fuck up.”

To snark back instead of biting down on your tongue.

Forget the rules. Forget chasing morals. Forget craving love.

Blinking rapidly, you force the rogue thought out of your head. Absolutely not. Tendou may get things done, but he certainly doesn’t have the peoples’ respect, much less love. No one looks at him like they look at you: a point for guidance. Still, the vision of the person you could be if you tried lingers in your memory. You roll your eyes. It’d never work. Politics is all about perception.

And its deception.

Six in the morning is an unreasonable time to be awake. Five forty-five is an even more unreasonable time to wake up. For the wicked, however, the absence of sun from outside doesn’t seem to be a problem.

“Goood morning, everyone!” Tendou sings, waving at the studio camera. “It’s your local menace, Tendou Satori.”

“And me, Y/N,” you add, less enthusiastically. “We’ll be taking over the morning announcements from now on.”

The rest of the segment passes without a hitch. Tendou tells a story about a strange dream he had (“... so there I was, chocolate sauce on… my apron… ”), updates the student body on an overhaul of the library’s rules (“In other words, students are strongly advised to stop studying the library and, instead, give up on their dreams and die”), and, surprisingly, even offers some words of encouragement to your classmates. You, however, have been noticeably quiet.

“... to sum it up, although the sophomore class has been rocked with some crazy shit, to say––”

“Tendou!” you hiss, looking to Ari with wide eyes. She shrugs and gestures for the show to go on.

Tendou’s eyes lock on yours as he smiles slyly. “So the president speaks!” He turns back to face the camera. “Sorry about her, folks. Our precious Prezzie’s a little camera shy.”

“Am not,” you retort, crossing your arms over your chest. Eyeing the smirking redhead warily, you realise that he’s provoking you on purpose. For what? To see you crash and burn? “Just thought I’d let you set the bar for our first showing. Y’know, so I can raise it in our next.”

Expecting to see surprise on his features, you can only crease your brows when you see… satisfaction.

“Guess we’ll just have to see if Y/N can keep her promise in tomorrow’s segment! This has been Tendou and Y/N, thanks for listening, and have a splendid rest of your day!”

He flashes the cameras a peace sign just before someone yells, “Cut!”

Immediately, Tendou swivels around in his chair. “I gotta say, Prez. You––”

“Good work, guys,” Ari says when she approaches. “The media team will have this uploaded in about thirty minutes, which our school’s early birds will be the first to view when they wake.”

“What about Tendou swearing on air?”

Ari looks at you with a strange expression on her face. “This is college, Y/N. You can swear if you want to.”

Tendou laughs.

You string his name with every curse you know the entire way back to your dorm.

At midnight, you suddenly remember that you have a script due in six hours.

By two in the morning, you have written a grand total of five miserable words.

Good morning, everyone! It’s me,

You also have sixteen tabs open from a Google search for “funny ways to refer to self”.

A pair of blood-red eyes flash in your mind. You could ask for help. At that, your expression darkens. You refuse to fall second to him. You don’t need help from someone like him. Soldiering on, you furiously clack away at your keyboard, somehow managing to finish your literary monstrosity at five in the morning. At least it’s done.

Your eyes are as red as his when you walk into the studio, gripping a venti coffee in one hand and your script in the other.

Tendou looks surprised.

When your gaze shifts to the news desk beside him, you see why. Already neatly stacked on either side of the desk are two piles of paper.

His script.

Your blood boils.

“What is this?” you hear yourself asking, feeling your fingers suffocate the sheets in your hand.

“You didn’t text me or anything last night. I prepared for the worst.”

Maybe it’s the sleep deprivation, maybe it’s the feeling of losing burrowing in your chest, maybe it’s the fact that you finally have to acknowledge Tendou Satori’s undeniable competence–– or maybe it’s all of the above. But when you brush past him and furiously scan the script he’s written, your already fractured mask finally bursts. Because it’s so much better than yours.

All around you fall jagged shards of clay.

“FIVE MINUTES TIL LIVE!”

Tendou watches your body tremble. When you raise your face to the ceiling, cheeks shiny with water, chest rising and falling unevenly, he realises that you are about to lose your fucking mind.

Ah. What to do?

Hoisting himself atop the desk, Tendou positions his body so that he’s covering your face from the film crew.

What… to do?

There isn’t a single box of tissues in the studio. And you’re wearing a nylon puffer jacket over a short-sleeved shirt today–– neither of which will absorb water.

Tsk.

He looks down at the sleeves of his hoodie in contemplation. Rolling his eyes, he slides off the desk and pulls the fabric over his hands.

“Y/N,” he says quietly. The unfamiliar sound of your name falling from his lips pulls you back to reality ever-so-briefly. A second later, the soft fabric of Tendou’s hoodie is wiping the tears off your cheeks. Between interruptions of black, your stunned eyes can barely make out the features of his face–– only the vermilion of his hair and the ivory of his skin under studio lights.

Oddly enough, he doesn’t look like the devil at all.

“LIVE IN ONE!” All around, the production room roars to life.

Tendou Satori sits down in his seat and flips through his script as if nothing has happened.

He looks over his shoulder, right where you’re rooted to the ground. “You coming?”

At half-past six, when the cameras finally cut, when the lights shut off, you let the smile on your face drop. Without a word, you rise from your seat and slip through the exit, unaware of the thin red pupils trained on the back of your head the entire way out.

The rest of the day flies by with your body on autopilot. Your mind, however, is abuzz like a subway at rush hour and twice as disorganised.

As you sit in the front row of Modern Political Thought, your attention gravitates back to the redhead’s actions for the hundredth time. Is he a good person? Fuck no. But can you still say with utmost conviction that he’s… bad? You aren’t so sure anymore. In fact, you aren’t sure who Tendou Satori is anymore. What his values are.

A buzz from your phone draws you out of contemplation. Speaking of...

tendou: we need to talk

tendou: meeting room 8 pm

Tendou’s back faces the door as he leans against the windowsill, peering out into the night. You wonder what he’s thinking.

You didn’t use to. How odd.

“I know that I’m quite the sight, but you gotta say something,” he jokes, breaking the silence first. After waiting for your reply and receiving none, he shifts so that his back rests against the window. Circular eyes lazily land on your tense figure.

This isn’t like you, he muses. To be so small. What’s changed?

Silence grips at your throat–– you don’t know what to say. There’s too much you want to know. But the questions that nearly deafened you throughout the day are now quiet in the time you need them at their loudest.

Finally, you speak. “Your text. What’d you want to talk about?”

Ah. So you’d deflect first. Clever, clever. An amused breath blows out from Tendou’s nose.

Fine. He’ll give you your space. After all, jammed buttons aren’t any fun to press. With that in mind, Tendou considers his options carefully. At this rate, there’s no telling when you might next crash… and when you’ll finally burn. His eyes fall naturally on Noa’s old seat and he imagines yours at the head of the table with the same emptiness. The thought of running an entire council without you causes a shiver to run down his spine.

With a smirk, he finally says, “Script-writing.”

Tendou Satori sits with his back against his chair, one ripped-jean clad knee protruding above the table, and an amused smile on his alabaster face as his slender fingers tango across his laptop keyboard. Across from him, you think back on the rumours you’d heard before.

“Why’d you do that for me in the studio?”

The clacking stops. Red eyes flick up to your face and rest there as if assessing your intentions.

“Shouldn’t you be writing your parts?” he replies, a corner of his lips twitching up. It’s a non-answer.

“Tendou.”

He sighs. “It felt like the right thing to do.” With that, he turns his gaze back to his screen.

Briefly, you’re sent back to that day in the library.

“I didn’t take you for the righteous type.”

“I’m not righteous, Prez. I just do what feels right.”

“And what do you call that?”

“Call it intuition.”

And what do you call intuition?

Tendou looks up again from his screen when he realises that the lack of sound coming from your side of the table can only mean that you’re still thinking. Is it that hard to believe that he just does what he feels like doing? A flash of irritation passes over his face.

“What?” he asks, crossing his arms. “Why’re ya looking at me like I’m a fucking cryptid?” There’s a look of mirth in his eyes but he feels anything but mirthful. He hates the feeling of being dissected under others’ eyes. Hates being assessed like some freak of nature. Hates the attention he doesn’t ask for. Like yours right now.

“I’m just trying to figure out what you are.”

“Satan? Youkai? The Jersey Devil?” He’s heard it all before. It wouldn’t faze him to hear it again. But it’d sure burn.

No. Tendou Satori isn’t the devil incarnate.

“I can’t decide whether your alignment’s good or bad.”

He isn’t an angel either.

After a contemplative pause, he speaks. “You really think this world falls perfectly into categories?” he asks, raising his eyebrows. “That people can only be one extreme or the other? Should be?”

You gnaw on your lip.

Suddenly, it all makes sense. Suddenly, you’re not the cunning megalomaniac hiding behind a funhouse mirror of cardinal virtues. Tendou realises that you’re the blindfolded fool running towards what you think is the light. It’s not. It’s just the wavering flame of someone else’s candle. He doesn’t know, nor care to know, whose candle it is; he just knows that by the time you get to it, you’ll only find the remnants of melted wax and ash.

What to say?

“There exists,” he says, “a place between black and white–– a gradient, where circles overlap, a state of being more than one–– called the grey area. Where you are allowed to contain multitudes.” Seeing your brows crease, he continues. “To define is to limit. No one is exclusively ‘good’ or ‘bad’. To expect that of yourself is stupid. So stop that shit and do whatever the fuck you want, Y/N.”

Satisfied with his answer, Tendou’s gaze returns to the script on his screen. And like he hasn’t just flipped your world on its axis, he says, “Now, how do you spell ‘embarrass’?”

The weeks go by in a blur. Starting your mornings at five forty-five becomes normal. Walking into the studio with a cup of coffee in one hand every day and two copies of a script every other becomes routine. Laughing at Tendou’s jokes becomes easier. Letting your own jokes rip also becomes easier.

“Anyway, this is a reminder from the film club that their cameras are not to be checked out for filming adult home videos,” Tendou reads from the paper on the desk, a cackle escaping his lips as he does. “Or at least, if they are, please erase the memory card before returning the equipment.”

“And should you choose to profit from said videos, the club is requesting up to eighty percent of all proceeds to contribute to members’ student debt alleviation trust,” you improvise, snickering.

Tendou’s jaw drops. “Did Miss President just add to a sex joke?”

Rolling your eyes, you retort, “Bite me.”

It’s like you’ve grown horns on your head. “Is that another sex joke?”

Ending each day of classes, meetings, and hours spent on assignments in the library with Tendou Satori sitting across from you, too, becomes normal.

“How’s ‘only time will tell’?” you ask, frowning at the document before your eyes.

“No,” he says without a second glance. “Not funny.”

“It works,” you argue. “The line before is about the graffiti on the clock tower. People would laugh.”

“Yeah. Probably the old and senile. Too bad our students are all twenty-somethings capable of lucid thought.”

There’s a pause. Then a sigh. A pale hand latches onto your laptop and spins it around. A few moments pass before he spins it back around, boredom evident on his face.

“There. Now zip it, Prez.”

Y/N (adding): so whoevers been spraying dicks on our precious timepiece, u better fucking watch it

Respect grows between you like a flower through concrete. During council meetings, the ruby haired vice president continues to poke holes in every pitch you present with the same insufferable smirk on his face. You continue to push for “bullshit” projects, as he calls them in private. Old habits die hard. But at least they’re dying.

That’s why, when March strolls out from behind the snow and spring finally settles its roots into the ground, when the student council starts planning the May Sophomore Social, when one of your senators cuts you off rudely for the third time in one meeting and asks “where’s the funding for that?” after you just went over the fucking funding, you don’t smile tightly and clench your fists beneath the table like you would have before.

“Maybe you’d know if you’d just shut the fuck up and listened, Kevin.” It feels so damn good. Oddly enough, it feels like having wings on your back. You hardly even care what colour its feathers are anymore. Climbing to new heights has always been the goal–– how you get there, you realise, doesn’t matter as much as getting there itself.

Tendou whistles. No one has seen you evolve like him. Does he feel guilty that he’s possibly thrown you into the deep end? Not entirely–– you had your toes in the water already. You just needed a reason, permission, to fall. It only felt right to put his hand against your back and push.

“What’s that you always get from Starbucks?” he asks one week in April. You eye him curiously. It’s by no means warm enough to be wearing just a thin hoodie, but Tendou’s never been one for following rules. That alone isn’t why your curiosity’s been piqued. You’ve never seen him in that hoodie before.

“Coffee. Why?”

“No, stupid. What kind?”

Oh. “A latte, two shots of espresso. I’ve been trying oat milk, too. I heard it’s better for the environment.”

He smirks, the act lighting up his entire face. “I knew it. Thought you’d be the type.” He’d been thinking about your coffee habits?

It’s your turn to ask questions. “Is that a new hoodie?”

His eyebrows shoot up. “How’d you know?” You crease your forehead. How did you know? “Yeah, it is. My friend Semi’s in this band and they just came out with merch. Pretty sick, right?”

Seeing you nod, he reaches into his bag on the floor and pulls out an album with the same design. “Want one? I bought twelve.”

The line at Starbucks at five-fifty in the morning grows longer by one hoodie-clad business-major. He likes two shots of espresso in his mocha. Venti.

On the way to the studio, he recognises the tune you’re humming as Semi’s song.

It’s early-May and the Sophomore Social is two weeks away when the little camaraderie you’ve forged shatters.

“Prezzie, you don’t have many friends, do ya?”

You look up from your script, over your propped-up legs on his coffee table with one foot over the other. “What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask with narrowed eyes.

“I’ve never seen you hang out with anyone other than me,” he notes, shrugging.

It’s true. Because you don’t have many friends. Friends are people you can’t live without, people who see you at your worst and stay, people who also hand you secrets in the form of daggers and trust you to not wield it against them. You don’t have any friends.

You have extras in your film. Temporary places to stay. Pawns in a game.

Does that make you a good person? Hell no. But does that make you bad?

“I text my classmates,” you say slowly. “We send each other memes. Isn’t that friendship in this day and age?”

Tendou snickers. “Who at Shiratorizawa can confidently say they know you through and through? Even more than I do?”

“Are you calling me your friend?”

Surprise flicks across his face. Then, his lips pull back in a sly grin. “Are you?”

And as you look at the boy with milky skin and cherry hair and scarlet eyes, you realise that you are.

Tendou Satori is your friend.

Panic seizes your heart, forcing a sudden flood of blood through your body because friends were also people who’d asked for your secrets and strung them up like fairy lights. Friends were people who had “discreetly” moved their bags over open spaces whenever you passed, people who had said you cared too much–– that you were too “clingy” when all you wanted was a space outside of the house to play. You’ve had friends before.

“We’re not friends,” you say with a roll of your eyes. Boulders tumble down your stomach as the words leave the other way out your mouth. You regret it immediately. But you can’t pluck words out from the air, can you?

What to say?

An unreadable expression finds its way onto Tendou’s face. Gulping imperceptibly, you force your gaze back to the screen, trying to pretend the exchange never happened.

“Why?” His voice cracks at the end.

Sometimes when the heavens throw you a lifeline, you take it.

This is not one of those times.

You want to say it’s because then he’d have your heart in his hands. You want to say it’s because he’d be able to crush you like they did. You want to ask if he’s ever felt like he was chained to the bottom of the ocean. Instead, you say, “I should go.”

His thin red pupils burn holes into the back of your head the entire way out.

Mornings with Tendou and Y/N after that are… different. Even though it’s you who’d built the wall between you, you seem to be taking it the hardest. Meeting his eyes is hard. Banter across the news desk falls out of sync. The hours that come after eight in the evening are unfathomably lonely. They didn’t use to feel that way. Your heart feels heavier every time you hear his voice.

“We have everything set for the Sophomore Social,” you say, looking at the spreadsheet on your screen, “except for music. Niko got Post Malone to open but we’re still missing our closing artist.”

“Uncle Posty comin’ through again!” Niko cheers quietly, pumping a fist into the air.

“I know the lead from The Underground,” Tendou suddenly offers. But you already knew that. He’s talking to the rest of the council. “He’ll probably say yes.” You bite down on your lip, remembering how he’d given you their album. It’s still somewhere in your room. It’s underneath your pillow.

Everyone looks to you for the green light. Irises tremoring faintly, your gaze finally meets Tendou’s. “Sure. Thanks.” He tilts his head to the side and looks back at you with slightly upturned lips. For the first time, it doesn’t reach his eyes.

On May 19th, the Shiratorizawa quad is transformed by the student council into the perfect outdoor party. By eight o’clock, the last piece of the wooden dance floor is laid on the grass, the tables for refreshments are set up, and all around, fairy lights and lanterns hang around trees and poles in the ground. In front of the dance floor is the stage. Everything is ready for students to trickle in at nine.

You pace back and forth across the dance floor, wringing your hands as you check over the venue one last time. Your white dress, a long satin piece with a slit up your thigh, swishes as you spin in nervous circles. From afar, you can see that Tendou’s wearing a maroon tuxedo that brings out the red in his hair–– not that you care.

An hour into the social, Tendou almost leaves your mind.

Semi Eita is a silver-haired daydream with a sharpness to his features that you notice more and more as he, over the next thirty minutes, slowly shortens the distance between you. You’re charmed, but you know he doesn’t really care to know you. At least, like that.

“... and then out of nowhere this shrimpy little ginger just spiked it straight down,” he says, shaking his head with a chuckle. Semi rests his arm on one of the cloth-covered high top tables, leaning his weight against it. “Even got our Guess Monster stumped.”

At that, you raise an eyebrow. “Guess Monster?”

Semi points to Tendou’s figure on the dance floor with his nose. “That nutjob over there.”

A short breath of amusement leaves your nose. “Ah. My vice president.” Guess Monster suits him, though. You suddenly remember what he said about intuition.

“You’re that Y/N?” he exclaims, straightening his back. Instantly, his eyes begin to dart around the quad. When he finds what he’s been looking for, he relaxes, then lets out a frustrated sigh. Turning back to you with a slightly guilty expression on his face, he adds, “Satori’s told me a lot about you.”

“Like?” Curiosity–– and dread–– creeps up your brain like unfurling ivy. You wonder if Semi knows that you and his former teammate are no longer on speaking terms.

He grins slyly. It’s not the same as Tendou’s–– it’s less wicked and playful and a little more… knowing. Like he’s in on a secret about you that you aren’t aware of.

“I won’t say any more than the fact that I know about your trouble in paradise.” Trouble in paradise? You fight the urge to scoff. “But, I will say that you’re not the only person who’s slow to open up.”

Quizzically raising a brow, you follow Semi’s gaze back to the dance floor. He smiles fondly at Tendou, who’s now bobbing to yet another Juice WRLD song with Niko. At first, you think that Tendou looks like an absolute idiot. But when you spot how bright his smile is, the only thought that remains in your mind is how much you’ve missed seeing it up close. You’ve missed being close to him.

“He’s more than just good at reading blocks, Y/N,” Semi says, something twinging his voice. “He’s excellent at reading people.”

“Yeah.” You know all about it.

“Under what circumstances does someone develop a curse like that?”

And all the pieces fall into place.

Tendou Satori isn’t the devil, nor is he an angel.

Tendou Satori is only human.

Seeing the realisation on your face, he smiles sadly. “He’s not mad at you, though,” he adds. “Tendou doesn’t hold grudges.” You also know all about that. “What a weird guy.”

“Tell me about it,” you reply, laughing. But it eases the unrest in your chest. Unrest for what?

A cool breeze blows between you and Semi. With the change in atmosphere, a crafty look appears on his face. “Say, Y/N, how do you feel about doing all three of us a favour? You, me, and Tendou?”

“Depends on what the favour is.”

Semi inches closer, bringing his head close enough to yours that you can see the faintest freckles dotting his cheeks. “During the next slow song, can you put your hand on my arm and laugh obnoxiously loudly like I’ve just said the funniest thing you’ve ever heard?”

“How would that benefit any of us?”

Semi doesn’t respond, only continues to look at you with the same mischievous gaze.

When Tendou Satori comes stalking your way with hellfire in his eyes at the start of the next slow song, you understand what game Semi’s playing at.

“Semisemi,” Tendou sings, voice saccharine sweet. The chilling smile on his face drops and he suddenly glares at his silver-haired friend who blinks innocently in response.

Tearing your hand off Semi’s arm, you look at Tendou with wide eyes, feeling both guilty and confused–– the latter occurring because of the former.

“You should probably do your instrument check now, yeah?” he asks, the ice in his voice a stark contrast to the way his hand rests on Semi’s shoulder.

Semi grins. “Yeah. I’ll go do that.” He winks at you and says a quick “see you around, Y/N” before strolling away with a bounce in his step.

With just you and Tendou beside the table, the crisp nighttime air suddenly grows thinner. It feels like all the space for oxygen has been taken up by words neither of you is willing to say.

Tendou eyes you warily, shoving his hands in his pockets. “So. Semi.”

“What about him?” You quirk up a brow, noticing how his jaw clenches at your question.

A beat passes. Red eyes continue to stare into yours as he opens his mouth, ready to fire back a razor-sharp retort, only to let it die in his throat. Following a deep inhale, Tendou’s shoulders loosen. His jaw unclenches.

“I’m not letting our first conversation in a month centre around that dick,” he mutters, rubbing his hands over his face. “Knowing him, he probably…” Trailing off, he seems to figure out that it was all a little act, written and directed by none other than Semi Eita. With a gentle shake of his head, the corners of his mouth twitch up. “He put you up to this, didn’t he?”

You chuckle softly. “Yeah. Why?”

Tendou’s gaze falls to the floor, oxford-clad feet kicking lightly at the dirt. The last time he gave you the opportunity to take one step further, you took twenty right out the door. Still, there’s actually no better moment than this, he thinks. The fairy lights above that all those rom-coms always have, the music–– is that Ed Sheeran?–– is coming to an end, we’re both dressed to the nines… it just feels right.

“... I have certain feelings for you.”

Carefully, he watches your face. He’d be okay if you don’t return them. But it’d sure burn.

Stiffening, you meet his eyes imploringly. Those ruby red pupils show nothing but complete honesty.

“What, um, what kind of feelings?” Why’d you say it like that? Get a grip on yourself, Jesus.

A breathy laugh tumbles out of Tendou’s lips. Of course you’d make him work for it. “I’m not sure myself,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just know that I like being around you. Even at 6 AM. Sharing dick jokes. Getting coffee.” He pauses, furrowing his brows like he’s just had another revelation. “And there’s no one else I’d rather do that with. The thought makes me a little sick, to be honest.”

An expression you’ve never seen on anyone before surfaces from every last corner of his features–– the tender crease in the outer corner of his eyes, the soft quirk of his lips, the way his nose moves with each shaky intake of air. What do you call that?

A voice you’ve never heard inside your head speaks up. Love. You call that love.

Ah. What do I say?

Words have never been your strong suit. They’re Tendou’s.

Then… what do I do?

Your body answers by pushing the balls of your feet against the ground, raising you up just high enough to brush your lips against his.

You think this is what absolution feels like to a sinner.

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beccanoodles · 4 years ago

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Spike and Faye Pairing Analysis

March 2021

Ah the hit or miss pairing of the century! If you don’t love it, you probably hate it lol. I’m a very analytical person so I love analyzing works of art and overall enjoy deep discussions about them too. I have SO much to say when it comes to Cowboy Bebop (and oh I plan to), but I have decided to start with my very own OTP. Here, I am not really going to discuss Spike and Faye’s feelings for each other, but rather why I think people are drawn to this pairing and why I think they're totally valid. Get ready for a long read!😁

⚠️SPOILER WARNING!!! [Major Cowboy Bebop and the movie Out of the Past spoilers]⚠️

First off, let’s clear something up. I am confident most of us can agree that Spike was in love with Julia. Some people assume Spike and Faye fans are deranged and disregard Spike and Julia’s romantic relationship to try and make something of Spike and Faye that never was. While some people may have their various theories and opinions on this, generally, I don’t think anyone denies Spike’s love for Julia. As we will see, this pairing is not really driven by who loves who...let’s first look on the surface.

I don’t know your experiences with the series, but in mine, every time I show this to people it never fails for someone to say something along the lines of,

“Wait, they don’t end up together?”

“Why didn’t he kiss her!?”

“He should have stayed with her...”

and so fourth.

Naturally, this pairing catches many eyes.

Think about it, you are given two really cool, really hot and really deep characters that are really fun to see together! There are so many parallels between the two and they are arguably the strongest characters of the bunch. Granted, you can agree with this and still not ship them, but these aspects are part of what opens up the door for many fans of the pairing.

However, there is certainly more to this pairing than them simply looking good together right? As the years pass and I’ve now seen the show multiple times, my understanding of it has evolved in many areas, Spike and Faye included.

Spike and Faye really couldn’t have ended up together. Sure, it’s a nice thought, but It would have been an entirely different show if they had. I don’t feel that the show should have happened any other way and I don’t think many other fans would either.

So, what am I saying here?

What’s the point of this paring if I don’t think they should have ended up together?

It is what's so frustrating about them, yet keeps you coming back and what honestly validates this pairing in my opinion. Spike and Faye are not driven by what is, but rather, what could be.

I personally feel the themes of classic film Noir are not discussed enough when it comes to Cowboy Bebop! This is one of the show's major influences, especially when it comes to the plot and characters.

One of the common tropes of a film noir is that of a protagonist who is drawn back into his past and ultimate doom, usually by the “seduction” of a femme fatale. In these movies, the women are either a femme fatale [devious, dangerous, mysterious, greedy, troubled, or unreliable] or a woman of virtue [reliable, dutiful, trustworthy, conventional and loving].

I am going to use the 1947 classic, Out of the Past to make my comparisons from here on out.

In Out of the Past, Jeff is a former detective who gets caught up in a love triangle between a gangster and his girlfriend Kathie, sound familiar? He attempts to run away with her, but is betrayed and runs off to start a new life in a new town. Here, he meets Ann and falls in love with her, but of course, his past catches up to him and he is drawn back into the world of criminals (largely by Kathie’s involvement). This ultimately results in his and Kathie’s deaths and Ann’s heartbreak.

Even though Kathie is the femme fatale in this movie, I found myself comparing her more to Julia’s role in the show, than to Faye’s and I found that Faye actually fit best in Ann’s role (this is a bit unusual considering Faye is typically seen as the femme fatale of this show).

Does that mean I think Julia was as ill intentioned as Kathie or that Spike fell in love with Faye? Well, not exactly, let’s look at it a bit further.

“The kind of beautiful, dangerous ordinary that you just can’t leave alone...Like an angel from the underworld or a devil from paradise.”

Most of what we get about Julia is from Spike’s point of view. From this, we learn she is at the center of Vicious and Spike’s conflict, but aside from that she is basically depicted as “The Virtuous Woman” of a noir. The colors around her are warm and she is shown caring for Spike. There is an innocence and modestly about her as well.

Yet, when we finally do meet Julia, we get a different image. We know she is tied up with dangerous men, but is she herself a dangerous woman?

She is certainly capable of betrayal.

Suddenly she is a bad-ass-gun-toting woman in leather and black, surrounded by hues of grey and dark blue. Intentional or not, Julia is a major part of what lures Spike back into the past and ultimately to his death. In this case, Julia is the femme fatale of Spike’s story and thus, their relationship is doomed from the start.

Faye, on the other hand, is portrayed in somewhat of a contrast. When we first meet her, she is the clear cut femme fatale, appearing cunning, strong willed and seductive. However, we soon find that she has quite a bit of kindness and naivety hidden behind her facade. She uses the former tactics as a way of emotional (and probably physical) protection. Gren points this out in his conversation with her.

Gren,

“You’re just afraid they’d abandon you so you abandoned them. You distanced yourself from the whole thing.”

As the show progresses, we start to see less of her “femme fatale nature” and something more genuine. Think about it, between Hard Luck Woman and RFB Part 2 we don’t see much of Faye as her typical conniving or unreliable self, aside from changing the course of the Bebop maybe. Sure she takes off, but it isn’t at all for the same reasons she did in Jupiter Jazz or Speak Like a Child, for example.

I would argue we actually see her more trustworthy and caring than ever. Since I don’t want to spend too much time talking about Faye’s character development (not here at least) I’ll give one example of this.

When she returns to the Bebop after her encounter with Julia in RFB Part 1, she gives Spike the message, even though the outcome might hurt her (i.e. he leaves and/or dies). While she does first say “It’s gonna cost you,” she doesn’t really mean it because she tells him without hesitation only moments later.

This isn’t to say Faye good, Julia bad. Both women have their layers and even though we know way more about Faye, I don’t get the impression that Julia is selfish and cunning like Kathie was. But I do get the feeling she was enclosed in a world of crime and betrayal the way Kathie was. We really only know the basics of Spike and Julia’s situation. Who knows the details like motive or how long it lasted etc. etc. We can only speculate...

There is a scene towards the end of Out Of The Past, where Kathie tells Jeff to go away with her. This time it is her asking him, just like Julia asks Spike. During this she mentions,

“I never told you I was anything but what I am, you just wanted to imagine I was. That’s why I left you.”

This got me thinking...did Spike imagine Julia as something she wasn’t? Or something he wanted her to be that she just couldn’t be?

It could explain why we get such contrasted images of her.

There are themes of this “dreamlike” relationship between Jeff and Kathie, similar to Spike and Julia’s “It was all a dream.”

The two of them were going to “live and be free,” probably something neither of them knew how to do and most likely wouldn’t have been able to get away with.

When Jet asks Spike if he can just forget the past, this is his answer.

Spike,

“There was a woman. For the first time in my life I saw a woman that was truly alive. At least that’s what I thought. She was the part of me I had lost, that part that was missing, that I had been longing for.”

I always wondered about this, because Spike is clearly talking about Julia, but right after is when Faye shows up. To me, that spoke volumes...

Faye is a woman who is terribly human and terribly alive.

Going back to Faye and Ann, I find their similarities shine not so much in the “Virtuous Woman,” concept, but rather in Ann’s dedication to Jeff and her optimism for the future. She is also the last person to talk to Jeff before he leaves for the final time, as if he were being presented with one last alternative. Spike spends his last moments with Faye as well, in which she basically begs him not to go and keep him in the present that she has now discovered for herself. She may be stuck, but she is definitely someone that yearns for human connection, love, and life.

The problem is, Spike and Faye are both set in opposite directions. Her’s leads to a future and Spike knows this because he points it out early on (My Funny Valentine). He also knows, his most likely does not. He has already dug himself too deep into this hole, if you will, that there is really no turning back.

But let’s say none of that was an issue? What could be?

I sat and watched this movie (Out of the Past) with my mom. She didn’t know anything about it and didn’t know why I was watching it. I wanted her genuine reaction. The whole time she was getting mad at Jeff until the very end. I asked her why and she said that she wanted him to be able to live happily with Ann. I explained to her why he had to do what he did. She understood this, but still couldn’t help but be sad at how things turned out for him, when they could have been good.

Even though Kathie and Jeff are the “lovers,” of this movie, you don’t really want them to end up together. Forget that Kathie has a devious nature, regardless, you know where it has to end and you don’t want to see your hero die.

Like Kathie, Julia symbolizes Spike’s inevitable doom and Like Ann, Faye symbolizes his possible future.

“I’ll be with you till the end”

“You’re the one still tied to the past Spike!”

“Why do you have to go? Where are you going? What are you gonna do, just throw your life away like it was nothing?!”

It’s two sides of a sad coin...

We want Spike to have a future and because we love the characters of the show, it would be really great if he could have it with them, but that is where the tragedy is. It's only an idea we can think about, a possibility presented to us as it was to Jeff and Spike before their deaths.

The bottom line is, when it comes to Spike and Faye you are really only given a taste. You are not given what you expect to see, which is why I say this ship is driven by what could be. As it is with most of the character relationships in the show, no major breakthroughs are made until the very end, when it's too late. Then it just feels like such wasted potential, but sometimes in life, that's how it is. And thus, we have been given a very classic noir here ladies and gentlemen!

So no, I don’t think people miss the mark when they ship Spike and Faye, nor do I find they invalidate the show by any means. I kind of like that Watanabe switched it up and didn’t do the expected, but left us those subtle hints. He didn’t outright give Spike another lover, but he gave us someone that represents what he could have. Kind of does that with the crew as a whole too!

UGH. I love-hate this show and I love this pairing! Thank you for reading my thoughts and I know this may not be the case or reasoning for everyone, but just based on what I have seen around the community and where this show draws inspiration, this is what I have concluded. I didn’t get into Spike and Faye’s feelings for each other because it gets a little more theoretical there, but I would like to do a post on my thoughts on that as well sometime. I also didn’t touch too much on Spike’s reasoning for choosing to face Vicious in the end, just because I know that will only lead into a whole other analysis lol. But you know I have my thoughts on that and certainly plan to share them 😎 Also, I know I basically spoiled it, but Out of the Past is such a great movie!! I think if you’re a fan of this show it's definitely worth a watch! There are so many more parallels to Cowboy Bebop that I didn’t even mention. Anyways, thanks again and talk to you soon!

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ssa-sugar-tits · 4 years ago

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sweetest sins

summary: spencer reid finds that his ex girlfriend-- who happens to be the chief of police on a case he's working-- is now married, sparking past feelings.

content warnings: lowkey hate sex lol, jealousy/possessiveness, affairs, swearing, fingering, penetrative sex, public sex/risk kink, degradation

a/n: i'm 100% acab, anti-cheating, and condone safe sex but... it's for the porn.

The tangle of wild love and lies between you and Spencer Reid started the way any other day did.

JJ glided past the bullpen humming and announced the always familiar words. We've got a case. It hadn't truly been a day to remember until they arrived at the precinct.

The blonde liason extends her fragile hand to greet you and gives you a friendly yet professional grin, her pearly white teeth sparkling.

"I'm Agent Jareau, we spoke on the phone." you nod and smile. "This is Agent Morgan and Doctor Reid, the rest of our team went straight to the crime scene."

Shaking hands kindly, the agents standing beside you look to each other one another seeing Spencer shake yours without hesitation. He lingers, gaze dropping to the expensive wedding ring on your hand.

Bitter, dark chocolate jealousy is all he tastes.

You turn away and escort the profilers to an empty room.

"It's good to have you agents, you can set up here. If you need anything just let me or one of my officers know." you chirp before leaving.

Spencer's left staring at you as you walk away, watching the way your hair, that he'd give anything to lock his fingers between, spreads on your tight black top and how your legs move gracefully beneath the white skirt you wear.

"You two know each other kid?" Derek questions.

"Something like that." he breathes out, lowly.

Know each other? Loved each other. And never once did he imagine it'd end or that you'd move on so unabashedly. Never once did he think you'd stop loving him.

And you didn't. Contact with Agent Jareau meant you knew the BAU was coming, you knew Spencer was coming. You'd kissed your gentle husband goodbye, knowing you were about to show off how your clothes hugged your curves and how your wedding ring shines like a star on your well kept hand. You'd never worn a skirt that short to work before, it sits mere inches above your knee exposing the skin of your thighs. The skin you wanted his bites of love to be covered in.

You never intended on acting on any old feelings.

"Did you know?"

Speak of the devil. You're interrupted by the handsome doctor's flustered voice and messy curls.

"Know what, doll?" You ask innocently. He shuts the door behind him, carefully as to not bring any attention to your office.

"Is this really what you want Y/N? To taunt me? During a federal case nonetheless."

His voice sounds like heaven rolling off his sweet tongue. Your innocent attempts to rectify the past with jealousy turn to a devious test of loyalty. Loyalty to your husband or Spencer? You're not sure. What you are sure of is the lustful stare in his caramel eyes when you lean forward, giving him a full view of your cleavage.

"What do you want Spence?"

Drops of sweat prick his forehead and his clothes are suddenly much too tight.

"Nothing to do with you," he lies sternly.

You look him dead in the eye as you slide your ring off your finger and let it clink to the floor. Standing slowly, you walk up to him and smirk at his desperately heavy breath. Inches away from his face, you pull him by his jaw and whisper.

"No fun," you pout and trail a finger down his chest. "Come on, know-it-all, why don't you tell me instead. What do I want?"

His hands find their rightful place on your hips and he answers you, playing into your antics.

"You want me to feel bad, like I'm the one that ruined our relationship."

You hum in agreement, your hands playing with his curls as he continues.

"You want me to act like I wronged you which in all honesty would have been more likely. Women are more likely to be loyal to an individual, it's primitive instinct."

He keeps going when you only chew on your red glossed lip in response.

"You want me to pretend we're in love."

That caught your attention.

It's the worst lie he's told if he's going to say he doesn't love you.

"We are in love Spencer." you correct.

"You call this love?" he scoffs.

"I do," you nod, "It just doesn't burn brightly enough for us to be together."

Cradling your hair and stroking the crook of your neck, he looks into your eyes in terror of what hes about to do.

"I don't understand,"

"That's a first." you scoff.

"I thought you moved on," he begs for you to turn away, say you can't do it.

He knows it's wrong, he'd be doing what you did to him.

"I did move on," you confirm.

"Oh." is all he musters before he screams at himself not to give in.

Fuck this. Who can say no to you?

There's a second where he wants to turn away but he cuts away his own chances when he presses his soft, hungry lips against yours. Closing the gap between the two of you makes you fist his button-up and moan deeply into his warm mouth. He lifts you, allowing you to wrap your legs around him as you explore each other's mouths again after so long. A growing rhythm creates wet and lewd sounds while you dance a passionate dance for dominance.

"You are such a liar. I may be the one that fucked up," you gasp between needy kisses, "but you're lying more to yourself than I ever did to you. Saying you don't want me."

He slams you onto your desk, knocking over sensitive case files and decorative frames.

"And what if I do Y/N? That ship has sailed." he growls, once more shoving his tongue blissfully into your mouth as if it's the most delicious taste he's ever had. Pushing him away only to tease him, he bites your lip ravenously as if to tell you not this time. His hands find themselves wandering among your thighs, pooling with wetness already.

"God Y/N, if I knew I still made you such a mess I'd have come running back a year ago."

"Shut up and touch me," you command and he complies, slipping a swift finger inside of your soaked core. You bite the soft skin on his shoulder to stifle a deep moan prompted by his curling fingers.

"It takes an average of 13 minutes for a woman to orgasm, Y/N. The way you're clenching around my fingers makes me think I can get you faster."

"Mm," you cry into his neck as he curls his fingers inside of you like an artist, moving quickly and fucking beautifully. The orgasm comes quickly, so much better than the man you married could ever pleasure you.

"Does that husband of yours get to see you like this? He can't make you cum like I do, can he? You teased me since the moment I got here, answer me."

"Ugh no Spence," you whine pitifully. "Not a single other person can touch me like you do." He smirks, satisfied with that answer and takes his fingers out of you, sucking your dripping juices off of himself slowly.

"Off the desk," he moans, still tasting your cum and worshipping it like a tropical smoothie on a hell hot day. Bending yourself over without instruction, he hikes your skirt up and you shiver at the sound of him unbuckling his belt. A sound you haven't heard in far too long. You yelp when he enters you and sigh in pleasure as you adjust to his length.

"You feel so good Y/N. Even better than I remember," he moans and thrusts slowly, sensually. His hands leave marks on your ass and you push out willfully.

"God," you take in the feeling and then laugh softly. "Don't you have a whatever memory? Shouldnt you remember exactly what this is like?"

Now, you know exactly what his eidetic memory consists of but why not toy with him? As if the risk of getting caught by an entire precinct isn't enough fun. Your inability to stay serious even in a passionate moment like this only irritates him, making him thrust harder and faster into you.

"Is this it? You want me to fuck you harder for being stupid?" He growls, skin slapping louder and louder and you struggle to keep your moans quiet.

"Yes," you stretch out with your eyes closed, unable to form words anymore.

"You are stupid. If intelligence could be quantified, you'd be an idiot." His pace inside of you screams with heavenly pleasure and rage. "A stupid, lying, slut. All you've ever been."

"Mhm, yeah," you babble, never wanting the moment to end.

"Fuck, come for me like the slut you are," he instructs and you let go, moaning loudly. His thumb shuts your mouth, stroking your lips and letting you taste remnants of yourself. Soon after, he explodes inside of you too and fills you with the final act of what you've done.

Panting with your hair sticking out and moistened with sweat, you sit up and pull your skirt back down, smoothing it out. You lean into Spencer's side and sigh.

"I missed you, princess," he mumbles.

"I know you did, Spence."

Hopping off the desk, you fix your hair and stop inches from the doorknob.

"You coming?" you smile, not glancing back at him.

"You forgot your ring, idiot."

Shit. You smile back at him anyway, still bursting with confidence.

"Thanks."

Slipping it back on, you exit the office and join the profilers back in the room. The glances tell you they have a slight idea of what happened.

And the glances fall back down to the ring on your finger.

The glances, the sneaking, the lying.

It's all just part of it.

Part of the sweetest sins you've ever tasted.

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sweetrupturedlight · 4 years ago

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This week on Sen Çal Kapımı

Serkan's inability to articulate his feelings for Eda has him literally man down, while Eda contemplates their kinda, sorta, maybe mutual feelings and her future. Other stuff happens, but come on, with this episode, Edser takes centre stage as the ship sets sail on the high seas.

Before we jump right into it, last week in this post, I bulleted the things all of us expected was coming.

Let’s take one moment to note the glorious ways in which all of these things unfolded?

Nursing back to health

Pining

Severe angst

Breaking point

Dear writers of this show, we appreciate you. We are truly blessed.

Now, on to this week. The episode picks up where we left off, with Selin giving Serkan 2 days to decide whether she drops Ferit like a hot potato on the eve of their wedding. Let’s be clear, she wants to dump a man she is supposed to marry in two days to resume a logical and clinical relationship? Is Selin even in love with Serkan? It doesn’t seem like he treated her very well – but then again, it seems their relationship had a very logical genesis – no sweeping romantic gestures, no sweet words, no compliments it would seem! etc. So objectively I’m not sure what exactly makes that prospect better than the one with Ferit – who clearly does love and care for her. But I digress.

Essentially, this is how it plays out:

Selin: “Let me know in max 2 days if you want to be with me, k.”

Serkan: ...

Eda: Simply exists.

Serkan: Stares directly at Selin as he deliberately grasps Eda’s hand and holds on for dear life.

Now, they say actions speak louder than words... so how is Selin still not clear on the fact that Serkan not rushing to end her marriage means he’s not interested???

Anyhoo, Serkan and Eda spend most of the episode circling around the same.

Did you say yes to Selin?

What is your opinion on my situation with Selin?

Would you stay?

I can’t stay because… reasons

If either one of these to love-struck puppies took a second to reflect, they would realise that they actually have the answers already. Eda in fact, does consider for a minute that Serkan might actually have feelings for her. Serkan however, is convinced Eda cannot wait to get out of his life - which makes his bold move at the end of the episode a great moment for his own growth as a character. He was operating on his feelings and taking an emotional risk, having no idea how she actually felt. Yes, he had the note she left, but up until 20 minutes earlier, he was still fighting Engin on the notion that she could genuinely have feelings for him.

Speaking on Engin, writers, I have faith that we will see Engin mercilessly tease Serkan in the next episode about his heart eyes and his newfound familiarity with the language of love. This is likely going to bring great comedic gold. Its also not lost on me that Engin can so easily see the love between Serkan and Eda, but is totally clueless about his own romantic entanglements. To be honest, I’m not invested in this romance, so whomever he ends up with - or doesn’t - is fine by me.

Listen, I’m high key bursting at the fact that Eda and Serkan both already see the other in their bed(s). Them facing “each other” with longing was one of the smaller moments of the episode, but one of my favourites. And because this show is so good at parallels, I’m putting it out there that we will get a scene of them sharing a bed without Serkan needing to turn his back to her, but also without Serkan ruining the mood once daybreak arrives. Eda is a snuggler and she loves to sleep. I’m looking forward to bedroom shenanigans. Also, can Eda (and Engin) find the pictures of them he’s clearly carrying around in his wallet at this point? Please and thank you.

SIDE NOTE: according to Laila, Serkan has a conference in London “next week” which has been reserved for two people. Since I’m going out on a limb and saying Serkan won’t be travelling with Selin, will Eda accompany him to the UK? One can only hope for a honeymoon romantic getaway business trip.

Adore the “don’t leave” parallels that the show has been dropping like golden nuggets for the past few weeks. Serkan has spent multiple episodes in a struggle with himself. If Eda wants to leave, he insists its not his style to ask her to stay. But by episodes end he is so frenzied at the thought of his life without her, he’s ready and willing to say it m u l t i p l e times. We love a glow up.

Things I loved about this episode:

The handhold 5 seconds in & Eda’s impulsive kiss on his cheek.

The super cheesy let’s-randomly-turn-on-the-radio-and-awkwardly-listen-to-the-exact-song-describing-our entire-love-story. The way I was lapping it up with shovel. Also, Başak Gümülcinelioğlu’s (aka the actress playing Piril) song Sen Çal Kapımı is beautiful. All the fanvids, all the time please oh talented vidders.

Serkan’s meltdown at the office the minute he realised she’s about to leave. Hilarious. I truly enjoy seeing him a little off kilter and a lot out of control. Just looking at how his employees have relaxed since he’s been more relaxed - due to Eda’s influence - is a great subtle storytelling mechanism as well.

Immensely enjoyed Nurse Eda - especially her traditional approach to checking temperatures. LOL. Just a comment that despite Eda believing Serkan and Selin are most likely a thing, she refuses to leave his side in deference to Selin. I totally loved seeing her stake her claim. And judging by the never-you-mind, irritated way with which Serkan basically told Selin to move along, Serkan doesn’t want people around when he’s sick - but he certainly wants Eda.

Serkan going from unable to communicate to “you’re constantly in my head, in my every thought! You’ve taken over my brain! You’ve taken over my entire life!” #FlingsSelfIntoTheSun

THE KISS. Beautiful cinematography, beautiful direction, gorgeous cast, amazing script. Loved everything about it.

Things that broke/confused me

Serkan being a complete dolt and instead of enjoying the woman he loves cuddled up beside him, he takes the time to reiterate that he doesn’t remember their conversation from the night before. SMH. Eda was about to risk it all one last time, and Serkan’s poorly timed dose of realness is the final straw.

The tears in his eyes when she left the office. He was still fighting being vulnerable, even after Eda basically gave him the roadmap with an x for how to achieve success. Thankfully, by episodes end his own desperation at potentially losing her outweighed his “logic” and self preservation. Eda is teaching Serkan that its okay to need other people and that he doesn’t have to shoulder everything alone. #MyEndlessFloodOfTears

Aydan being unable to see how very much Serkan loves Eda and her - bordering on delusional at this point - push for Serkan to marry a woman who inspires no passion, no interest, no life, no spark in him! I understood it initially. But now it’s just comical. Seyfi is clearly team #Edser. I know the Bolat’s have a history of trauma. But pushing Serkan into a loveless marriage, while hurting Ferit and potentially Eda (and Serkan himself) seems absurd to me.

Ayfer’s reaction to the contract was OOT IMO. The show has been quite light handed with drama and this was the first time I thought the hysterics was over done. I understand that it was a shock, I understand that feelings of betrayal and hurt are natural. But a moment of reflection - as well as allowing Eda to explain - would have easily highlighted what Ayfer already knows - that there is a lot more happening between Eda and Serkan than a mere contract. Furthermore, this “Serkan Bolat is the devil incarnate here to take advantage of our poor Eda” is ridiculous. Serkan is a good person - logical and sometimes aloof - but he isn’t devious. If anything, Ayfer getting to know him during their terrarium creating afternoon left her with a good impression of who he is. So unless there are missing scenes somewhere, her suddenly being anti-Serkan feels like a necessity to serve the upcoming plot, as opposed to an organic happenstance. Not my favourite development. This includes her orchestrating Eda’s scholarship in Italy. Feels out of character. But let’s see how it all plays out.

Things I know is coming:

From the fragman, Serkan names a star or something after her #squee

Selin finally getting it

Aydan not getting it

Seyfi being over the moon - along with Melo no doubt

D R A M A about parents and death and cover-ups but I’m ignoring that for now

And most importantly:

Dating

Kissing

Hugging

Giggles

#FlingsSelfIntoTheEverLovingSun #NotPrepared

#sen cal kapimi #Sen Çal Kapımı #edser #serkan bolat #eda yildiz #naz rambles #JFC I love this show #THANKS FOR MY BB FOR LIFE MIRI FOR POINTING ME AT THIS SHOW #I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER #f long post #so under the cut

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thecrimsonmonster · 4 years ago

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This post will cover the differences between canon events and Kimbley’s canon-divergent verse. I’d appreciate if folks took a moment to read, as it’s important to my Kimbley’s characterization and history, as his story continues even after the anime’s completion; this particular verse, which I will default to unless otherwise specified, will be “v: the crimson monster.”

PLEASE NOTE: I am also willing to RP before these ensuing headcanon events, if that would be easier, which is a separate verse, “v: the dwelling monster”---but if you are interested in developing something in v: the crimson monster, please let me know!! Otherwise, when I default to v: the crimson monster, unless plotted, it will be set in the multiverse.

So with this info, any further “lol how’d it feel to betray greed” asks will be promptly trashed.

Canon ensues as normal: after Alphonse’s kidnapping at Dante’s mansion, Izumi inquires as to her younger student’s whereabouts, and Dante points her in the direction of the Devil’s Nest. Meanwhile, Alphonse is bound in the basement of the Nest while Greed grills him concerning the secrets behind his soul attachment, Izumi appears and combats Greed, and Edward soon arrives as well.

However, due to Kimbley’s thought process (my Kimbley’s reasoning is that if the State arrested him once, who’s to say they wouldn’t do it again? “Fool me once…” and all that), events from here play out differently. So because Kimbley never betrayed Greed by leading the military to the location of the Devil’s Nest, the Raid never occurred.

Instead, these events took place:

Edward and Izumi, not doing so well in their fight against Greed, ask why it is the Homunculus has a need for Alphonse. Greed explains the whole wanting immortality/invincibility thing through the use of soul attachment, and Ed argues that Homunculi don’t have souls, and therefore such a feat could not be achieved.

Greed, of course, laughs in his face, so saying he imagines Dante told him that, and Edward is, in turn, perplexed. How does this monster know Dante? The Homunculus then goes into detail about Dante’s wickedness—how she uses the Homunculi to do her bidding by tricking them into thinking they’re undeserving monsters, all while jumping from body from body to extend her life with the Philosopher’s Stones she has tricked people into making, and that she is the true root of the evil that is occurring in Amestris. That was the reason Greed had been imprisoned for so long: because he refused to continue to be a part of her schemes, and only desired his freedom.

However, Greed dare not confront her directly due to her power over him, and so he makes a deal with Edward: confront Dante on his behalf and retrieve the remainder of his bones—”for sentimental reasons,” he suggests—and he shall release Alphonse. Edward agrees—however, upon arriving at Dante’s abode, he sees that she has been torn apart, and Lyra is nowhere to be found. (And maybe something else interesting happens here, like Ed has to confront one of the Homunculi, and so Ed might think it was they who were responsible for Dante’s and possibly Lyra’s deaths—but I’m not going to go too in-depth at this point.)

Edward manages to find Greed’s bones and returns to the Nest, and Greed—a man of his word and seemingly satisfied—returns Alphonse, though Ed questions why Greed wanted those bones back so badly.

Making sure his bones are secure, he states that the remnants of the people whom an alchemist attempted to bring back are the Homunculi’s weakness—and thus, in delivering this information with such honesty and willingness to comply, Greed becomes a rough ally to the Elrics. However, he warns the Elrics that he should not believe Dante to be entirely deceased—the old woman has always had plenty of tricks up her devious sleeve, so it would be best for them to remain cautious as they attempt to eliminate the rest of the Homunculi.

…Oh, and by the way, once that’s all done, Greed totally plans to re-kidnap Alphonse. For old time’s sake. totally not joking

And so the story continues as normal, with Edward getting Sloth’s remains, etcetera and so on, though I imagine with minor differences (which I might go into but I would need to do a thorough re-watch). The events of Conqueror of Shamballa follow in 1917, but I’m not sure I would want Kimbley directly involved.

However, if someone has any ideas, please hit me up!

And I think that’s that on that! :>

#v: the crimson monster #headcanons #queueblam

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mountainleafuniversity · 4 years ago

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Undertow pt 2

(Artwork by @warrior-kitty special thanks to @gemellath

(This story is rated PG-13 for content. You have been warned)

Kit drove to Coin’s house that morning and picked up the jackelope chugging a bottle of water.

“Man, it’s hot!” he shouted.

“Hop in!” she told him. “Today is going to be crowded and you know it.”

Both of them knew that the beach would be crowded that day, but Kit was running late after not being able to find important things such as the umbrella, chairs, and sunscreen. Now that it was already late morning, they knew it was going to be hell to find just one parking spot but were unprepared for a bigger problem on their hands.

“Hey Kit” Coin said nervously. “Umm…I need to use the bathroom…”

“Hold on we’ll get a spo-“

Kit was cut off when she saw that the line for beach parking was a mile away from the beach.

“Oh no…Try to hold it in.”

However, they reached a parking lot and saw it was completely full.

“Alright then, let’s go to the other one…” Kit sheepishly stated.

“Man I gotta go like…badly…”

However, each and every lot was stuffed to the brim, and with each passing moment, Coin’s bladder was getting fuller and fuller until Coin was in excruciating pain with no end in sight with the traffic getting larger and slower. After the tenth parking lot, Coin was screaming and ran out of car.

“Go in the palm bushes!” Screamed Kit, panicking.

“There are families everywhere!” the jackelope barked back. However, a sign pointed to the beach bar they usually went to, prompting Coin to speed walk across the costal parkway with the honking cars blaring their horns. He tried to walk faster but was moaning in such pain he couldn’t even run without feeling the sharp pain on his bladder.

Roxie, meanwhile, was eating a bag of chips during her “bathroom break”. She had just dealt with cleaning up after a horrible rescue when she heard someone enter the men’s room in a rush. After a while the person did his business, washed his hands then sneezed.

“Crap! Forgot there’s pollen everywhere!”

The dispenser was out of paper towels, so he tried to enter the stall. Roxie in shock dropped the chips onto the ground.

“Oh, come on! Who eats chips in the bathroom?! And why in the men’s room of all places?”

“No one expects me to be here.”

“Hey wait a minute! GET OUT HERE!”

Roxie feared it was her boss, so she stepped outside, only to see her bandmate.

“Roxie…again?”

“I got hungry.”

“Its 11:30 you can wait. Plus, tomorrow is your day off to celebrate so don’t blow it.”

Coin guided Roxie back to the lifeguard chair where Harry was sitting.

“Oh thank God. It was much shorter…” he happily sighed.

“Hi Harry! How’s work today?”

“For me it’s fine. Roxie however just had a shitty rescue, which is why she was allowed on a break…”

Coin was puzzled. “What happened?”

Roxie closed her eyes.

“Another man was attacked by some octopi thingies and nearly drowned because they tried to force this seaweed into his mouth underwater. He projectile vomited all over me, so my boss made me take a shower…with a hose…on jet setting…”

“We’ve been seeing a string of these lately and the Dolphin Division of the police department is on strong patrol right now, so try to stay safe.”

Coin set his towel and chair down, texting Kit to meet him by the bar. After a long half hour, Kit finally showed up.

“Hey Coin!” Kit said from nearby “I found a spot by paying this guy money!”

“That’s great!” Coin shouted as he went over. “Want me to help you set up?”

After taking another half hour of bickering and arguing the umbrella was properly set up. They had put on sunscreen, and laid down their beach towels, so now both of them were basking on the beach immersed in their sunny naps. Nearby a small disturbance in the sand was kicking it all up and creating a path. It scurried under Coin’s stomach, shaking him awake by the disturbance. He looked around but couldn’t see a thing.

“Hey Kit…”

“Yea?”

“You feel that?”

“No. Probably a crab.”

However, Kit felt something try to jump up from under her back. She lifted her towel to see nothing was oddly there.

Behind the cooler a certain little mouse in a red prison outfit popped out of the sand. Rio climbed into the cooler and grabbed some ice cubes with a devious smirk on her face. She walked over to Coin, opened up his trunks, dumped the ice down, and watched him freak out.

“Whats going on here?” an annoyed Kit said to Coin.

Soon she also felt something pull on her suit, and ice was poured down her back. Bystanders looked to see who in the world were these two dancing clowns.

“Who did this?” Coin demanded.

“You thought it was ice, but it WAS ME! RIO!” Rio shouted jumping onto her perch.

“RIO?!” Coin shouted. “You busted out of prison?!”

“You’re not going to report me, are you?”

“No” Kit said, a bit disappointed in her. “But you’ll need to get out of that prisoner outfit. Hide in our bag and stay in there until we get back.”

“Hey guys!” D’Arcy greeted. “What can I get you two?”

“Hello D’Arcy!” Coin replied. “You are doing okay?”

“Other than going through the trauma of that e-mail sent to me…I guess I’m fine.”

“We’d like mouse-sizes for a t-shirt, shorts and swimsuit for Rio please.” Kit ordered.

“Didn’t she get arrested?” D’Arcy asked confused.

“Yea but it’s a gift for her anyway.”

“Oh ok.”

They paid and collected their bag of tiny clothing, with the jersey devil looking nervously at another clothing stand.

“Why does she keep vanishing...?”

“Who?” Coin questioned.

“Jill...” D’Arcy murmured. “She was a classmate at fashion school. Typical brainless spoiled brat if you ask me. She’s a sea serpent who almost got me expelled many times and always got away with it. She works the stand over there.”

“Is she someone we should worry about?” Coin said. “Maybe she sent the threat.

“Probably not, but she’s been going back and forth quite a lot through that pop-up store… anyways, I’ll see you two later, we’re holding up the line a bit…”

Now Linneaus was complete again and relaxing on the shore, sunbathing and enjoying the environment. However, that was all about to change, when Coin and Rio heard lovely sounding voices and giggling. They shook themselves up to see an elk jackelope wearing a mustard bikini standing above them.

“Hey there…” the jackelope girl said. “My name is Penny…”

Coin was so transfixed on her body, especially her blue eyes, that his eyes turned to hearts and with his antlers turning pink as well.

“Man, what a woman…” he said to himself. “I’m…Coin…”

“LOL SO COOL! And who is your mousy friend?” Penny teased. “I have one too~…”

Crawling from up her back, a fit and strong harvest mouse in purple trunks climbed up the antlers.

“You summoned dearest Rhine?!” he declared.

Rio was immediately smitten with feelings for him and his beautiful build with her face turning a bright shade of pink.

“Rio here!” she said. “It’s…a pleasure…”

Kit looked over and wondered why they were so instantly crushed. She brushed it off and turned on her music before taking a nap.

“We were wondering if you two would like to play volley ball with us…” Penny declared. “Mice vs Jackelopes?”

“S-Sure…”

“Hell Yeah!” Rhine shouted.

“Good…good…” a voice whispered from under the sea. “Bring them to me my creations…”

Meanwhile Kit felt her stomach rumble. Not paying attention to her friends, she opened the cooler and obtained her calzone. She heated it up using the sunlight and decided to sunbathe while she ate her lunch.

Her friends could barely contain themselves playing volleyball with the shady but sexy duo. Harry could only watch in sadness towards Coin as he and Rio couldn’t even play the game properly they were so unfocused.

“Hey Harold.” Roxie blurted. “Why are you staring so hard at Coin? He’s in love…”

“It’s just that it seems hopeless…He and his mouse friend just won’t look away from them.”

“Oh?! Like I didn’t catch you thirsty for D’Arcy’s ass again today!” Roxie exclaimed.

“She doesn’t tease me!” Harry yelled. “I go crazy for D’Arcy because I actually fucking like her no matter what!”

“Glad to hear you admit it…

“But look at Coin and that broad he’s with!” he pointed. He watched Penny shake her tail at Coin, then saw Rhine flex for Rio, both of them absolutely paralyzed by their feeling “They’re baiting them with looks! First off, I’ve been with women that do this, and second, it’s our job to stop what could be potential sirens! With the attacks going on I can’t risk losing anyone!”

“You really think that those two are sirens?!” Roxie said. “Lookie here, just because you can’t have a girlfriend or boyfriend doesn’t mean you have to tear others down…”

Harry wondered if Roxie was right, and both took their positions without saying another word.

Rio hit the ball and got spiked by Penny in the face, knocking her down.

“Winner!” she yelled, hugging a shocked Coin, surprised he won but also scared for Rio.

“Shouldn’t we check on-?”

“I think she’s fine…Rhine is looking after her!”

<<Oh, mon petite fleur!>> Rhine ran over. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah…I’m good.”

“See she’s fine!” Penny said.

“You know…I like you…”

Coin blushed. “Same here.”

“You and I will be boyfriend and girlfriend forever…”

They both pulled closer together until they shared a kiss, but suddenly Coin’s mouth was stuck to her’s, and seaweed was pouring into his mouth.

Rio, seeing Coin struggling, kicked Rhine, revealing himself to be a siren along with Penny. The siren kissing Coin let go and wrapped its tentacles around him. Rio ran towards the beach patrol screaming. Roxie sounded the alarm to get everyone away from the area as Harry ran over and tried to wrestle Coin free, only for the siren to toss him into a sandcastle as the beachgoers quickly ran out of the way. The dolphin P.D quickly swam close to the shore in order to wall the sirens off. The one pretending to be Rhine was caught trying to escape.

“This is lovely…” Kit said, eating her calzone, unaware of the chaos around her.

D’Arcy was just taking a photo with a fan when it happened. She swooped over until she found Roxie and Harry.

“What’s going on?!” she screamed.

“Coin’s being taken by a siren!” Harry screamed.

D’Arcy saw it swimming and trying to bring the struggling jackelope deep into the ocean. She flew over, kicking the temptress with her hooves.

The siren responded with using Coin as a weapon, trying to jab his antlers into her skin, but failed since she was impervious to pain.

“Sorry Coin!” she said before stomping his face.

“You aight…”

Now the dragon goat’s eyes gleamed red with rage, inflicting a curse on the siren. She summoned up her fire breath and torched the creature. Now distracted, D’Arcy dove in and tried to pull her friend to safety, but she wasn’t expecting the creature to splash water, blinding her. The siren threw Coin over the line of dolphins, who breached in an attempt to catch him. However, a serpent circled up from under them and caught the rabbit deer.

“Hey D’Arcy!” Jill screamed. “Remember me?!”

“Unhand him! NOW!”

“Love to talk D’Arcy, but I gotta work!”

The police dove down to catch the serpent but were unprepared for the brigade of sea creatures blocking them and sacrificing arrest. They could only watch as the poor jackelope was taken away.

“We want all fishing boats on alert!” the dolphin captain said. “Scuba divers, scientists, anyone! Suspect is a sea serpent with blue hair, nose ring, Che Guevara shirt…”

After the commotion had died down, Kit was still sleeping with sauce stains on her suit and fur, with the half-eaten calzone on her side. Her earbuds were ripped off and a large hooved slap woke her up.

“Hungh?” she groaned.

Roxie was standing above her with a stern look of anger.

“Coin was kidnapped by a sea serpent and you slept through it!” the rougarou yelled, eating Kit’s calzone.

“What?” Kit asked confused.

D’Arcy swooped down, red eyes glaring.

“He was taken to the bottom of the ocean…I should curse you, you ignorant vulpine!”

Kit’s guilt transformed her into Granny as she pondered what to do next...

“Can-can’t we go down there and save him?”

“We’d have to come up with a plan.” D’Arcy replied.

“I’ll see if we can get our set moved to tomorrow.” Harry interrupted.

“But Coin!” the snail-fox yelled. “He’s in danger.”

“Don’t worry about it.” D’Arcy comforted. Tomorrow morning, me and the girls are going to try and save him. The sun is starting to set so it’s probably best if we just go home for now.”

Even after being back to normal Kit still felt upset lying in bed. She knew that if anything else happened, she would have to do something to save her friend. She just didn’t know what to do.

#funny #writing #jackelope #cryptids #rougarou #jersey devil #chupacabra #mouse #fox #kitsune #team linneaus #It took me a week to upload this part...#lots of crazy shit happened

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tinyandsteven · 6 years ago

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Peter vs. The Illuminati

Peter is me when I was about 12 years old and cried because I thought Illuminati was gonna ruin us all lol. Enjoy this shitshow.

Peter finds out about the Illuminati and freaks out, much to the dismay of his dad, Tony Stark.

“Dude, I swear this is the work of the Illuminati.” Ned exclaimed as the bell rang, letting the children go for the day.

“What are the Illuminati?” asked a quite confused Peter, packing his bag. He was sure his Dad was already waiting outside to pick him up.

“The lizard people, Peter. You know the ones who control the world. They are brainwashing you constantly. Kanye West? Illuminati. Taylor Swift? Illuminati. Even Beyoncé is one of them. Hell, Starbucks is a controlled business by them.”

Peter furrowed his brows and hitched his backpack higher on his shoulder. Ned must be going crazy. It was just the excitement of the first day in junior high school, Peter thought.

“Lizard people? You are joking, right?” Peter said, both boys making their way down the corridor to the main entrance.

“Peter, I was just as wary as you are right now, but listen there is so much proof. I will send you some links once I am home.” The boy told his best friend. “Listen, I think your Dad might be a member, too. Anyway, I will see you tomorrow, Petey-Pie!” Ned waved goodbye with a big sly grin on his face.

It was all his Dad’s fault. He always used embarrassing nicknames, even when Ned was around and Ned being the devious best friend he was, used them to tease him whenever he had the chance.

That night Peter spend hour after hour reading about the Illuminati and watching videos of conspiracy theories concerning Illuminati organizations. Apparently, all important people in the world were members and tried to brainwash society into submission. And oh no, his dad was one of the important people, wasn’t he?

He read different articles about Madonna admitting to the world that she knew all the secrets about Illuminati and according to Uncle Clint, Madonna was a trustworthy source.

After finding out about their satanistic tendencies and sacrificing human lives, and real aliens as politicians and government officials Peter shut his laptop. Overwhelmed with the wealth of information, Peter didn’t even get the chance to catch any rest that night.

The next morning the boy found his father sipping on a Starbucks cup of coffee in the kitchen. With a shriek, Peter sprinted towards his Dad and knocked the cup out of his hands. The dark liquid splattered across the kitchen tiles.

“Dad we do not support the Illuminati! They’re gonna brainwash you!” the boy exclaimed and wrapped his arms tightly around his father’s waist, burying his head in his chest as he dived into the hug he craved since he started reading about the evil organization.

“Um, bambino, what are you talking about?” Tony asked after a moment, visibly confused and a little sad about his spilled morning coffee. Steve was nice enough to buy him a cup on his morning run every day and he couldn’t even enjoy it.

“The Illuminati, Dad!” Peter mumbled as if that would explain everything. Tony run his finger through his son’s unruly curls and stroked over his back in a comforting manner, letting the topic fall for now.

“Go get ready for school, Tesoro. I’ll drop you off.”

Once in the car, Tony turned on the radio but he didn’t even get the chance to bob his head to the song, because Peter slammed his hand on the touchscreen of the board computer to stop the music.

“Beyoncé is part of the Illuminati. We can’t listen to music anymore. They use the music industry to manipulate us!” The boy cried out with a haunted look in his eyes.

“Peter, slow down. What are you talking about?” Tony asked his son, a look of bewilderment on his face.

“Ned told me about the Illuminati and how they control everything and, and, and they sacrifice people and some of them are lizards like the president and the devil is their leader and dad-”

“Peter, hold on. Lizards? I am sure Ned was just joking around, okay. Listen to me, Cucciolo. The Illuminati is just a crazy conspiracy theory created by some lunatics. None of this is real.”

“You just say that because you are one of them,”

“Peter-”

“And you only say that to not get busted.”

“Peter-”

“And I thought I could trust you!”

“Peter!”

“What?”

“The Illuminati existed way back in 1776, that’s true but they died a long time ago. I pinky promise. No one is brainwashing or manipulating anyone. Did I ever do or say something that gave you the impression that I do manipulate you?” Tony stopped at the side of the road, not caring about the honking and the fact that they were late.

“Well, no?” Peter replied sheepishly, blushing.

“Right, and even if I did, what would I make you do that you wouldn’t want to do, hm?”

“You make me eat spinach and do homework and sometimes you make me do the dishes.” the boy complained and crossed his arms. He slouched in his seat and jutted out his bottom lip in a pout.

With a heavy sigh, Tony turned in his seat to look at his kid.

“You want to know why I do this? Because I love you and I care about you. I want you to grow up a healthy and responsible person, bambino.”

“I am sorry I knocked your coffee out of your hands.”

“And?”

“And I love you too. I am sorry.”

“It’s fine, petey-pie. Let’s get you to school before your principal calls me again.”

“Hey Dad? Can we not mention it every again?”

“Oh no, that’s gonna be the next movie night’s topic. Thor will love this.”

“Ugh I hate you.”

“I love you, too.”

#iron dad #spider son #tony stark #peter parker #mine #mcu #marvel imagine #marvel #iron dad and spider son #iron dad fic #spider son fic #iron man #spiderman #tony stark headcanon #peter parker headcanon #fluff #superfamily #ned leeds #peter parker is tony stark's biological child

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littlemessyjessi · 6 years ago

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“Blood in the Snow”: Ivar the Boneless Imagine

Ivar the Boneless Imagine Ivar the Boneless x : Plus Size Reader, er, well I guess it's more of a character now. I got so involved in figuring her out that she became a character, lol. OFC/Reader: Still a reader concept since I'm not actually naming her, I guess. Tattooed, pierced, plus size and mixed, short haired.

Imagine Ivar being very taken with you and you are outside of the 'norm'....

The moment she stepped into Kattegat...she had a target on her back.

And her face.

And her curves.

And the rest of her.

The people had not seen someone like her before.

Someone so strange and different.

Her frame was unlike anything they'd ever see before.

Wide, broad, tall...just large.

Thick rippling muscles and endless bountiful soft flesh covered in warm, brown skin and deep, dark markings.

She was alluring, exotic and damn near irresistable to most who looked upon her.

And Ivar?

He was no different.

But for him, what really set him off was her power.

Many a men tried to woo her.

Of course, she was uninterested.

Bored with them really.

However, as usual with this lot, someone decided to grab her.

They lost the hand that day.

Later, unbeknownst to her...that same person lost their life.

Because Ivar killed him.

His passionate nature got the best of him and his jealously consumed him.

It quickly spread amongst Kattegat that not only was she not to be messed with ...but that if you lived to tell the tale....your moments would be numbered soon after.

Ivar became absolutely obsessed and sought to gain her attention at every possible moment.

Even going as far to start fights for no reason and to become increasingly violent in a desperate attempt to display some sort of show of dominance.

She paid him no mind.

She had no time for childish games and with what she'd seen....he just acted like a boy.

If she was to have anyone she'd either have a woman or a man.

She was not interested in young sprouts and while many a young men finally plucked up the courage to pursue her....they're interests were quickly thwarted.

She demanded that whoever sought her....had to fight her.

If they survived, they'd earned the right to pursue.

The other was fairly obvious.

It thinned the heard quite a bit but one was determined.

Ivar had started by running his mouth.

As usual.

"I don't want to mar your pretty face." he said, taunting nature flaring his luminous eyes.

"You'd have to get closer for that and I fear you might not have the spunk for it." she clipped back at him.

Ivar inhaled sharply.

A mixture of desperation, irritation and pure satisfaction.

She was quick witted and silver tongue.

An intoxicatingly poisonous combination that he was sure to loose his mind on.

"Are you challenging me?" he asked. "I am your King."

"I have no King, Ivar." she laughed. "I am a drifter and I suspect that I will drift from here rather soon as I always do. People do not always take to my ways and only want my flesh. I grow tired of it rather quickly."

Her words sobered him.

He did not want her to leave.

He tried to play his cards the right way.

Ivar, while a passionate man, did not always do well with showing any vulnerability.

"No one here up to your standards, your highness?" he teased her.

"The one that is won't put his foolishness aside long enough to see." she said, her back still to him as she sharpened her knife.

"And who is this worthy one?" Ivar demanded. "Who is it that's so stupid as to not see what's right in front of him?"

She thanked herself for keeping her back to him as she nearly choked to death on her own laughter.

"Oh, you know, he's a great brute of a man." she said. "Terrible temper. Arrogant little shit. Always running off at the mouth."

"Sounds like a dog who's too coward to actually do anything." Ivar pouted angrily.

She nearly died from holding back her amusement.

"Yes, yes." she agreed. "I supposed it's a royal complex and all. The crown tends to go to their heads. All men are the same that way."

By now she'd turned around and leaned against her small outdoor table and Ivar halted in his irate shaking of the head to look at her.

He always did when she was around.

She was dangerous in that way.

She watched as he narrowed those haunting eyes in on her.

"Have you be toying with me, temptress?"

The smirk of those lush lips told him everything he needed to know.

He threw at ax at her.

It stuck in the wood about a food from her as he glowered at her.

"That's a fair throw." she commented. "Nice arm. "

"I could've killed you." he seethed.

She rolled her eyes, "Come now, Ivar. We both know you can throw an ax like no one's business and your aim is never off. If you wanted to split my skull, you'd have thrown more to the left."

He continued to pout, like a child who'd been scolded for dipping a hand into the pot before supper.

She made her way over to him where he stood leaning against the fence.

His cane by his side and his leg braces locked into place holding him upright.

She drank his features in for a moment before pressing her soft but strong body against his.

His eyes involuntarily rolled back and his head dipped as she melted into him.

"This isn't really fair." he pointed out, really pleased to be in such close proximity to her.

She shrugged lightly, "I'm not really known to play fair, Ivar. You know this. I beat your brothers senseless all the time. Just for fun."

Ivar chuckled and shook his head.

"You are so devious." he said.

She winked at him, "Then I'm just your type."

He smirked but frowned once she pulled away.

"Now, come on." she said.

He lifted a brow at her.

"What are you on about now?"

"Excuse me, King." she said with her hands on her luscious hips. "Any man or woman who seeks to court me must either best me in battle or at the very least hold their own."

"You're serious?" he questioned.

She grinned and lunged for him, easily taking him down into the snow but he didn't really fight her either.

He laid flat of his back with the goddess straddling him.

"Come on, Ivar!" she teased, socking him in the chest. "You've got to at least try!"

He chuckled deviously before flipping them over and placing all his wait onto her.

The two of them squabbled for a few moments before he eventually got her arms above her.

While she was a hell of a fighter and stout as an ox....Ivar had her at a disadvantage in this position.

He'd spent most of his life crawling around like this and had the upper body strength of a damn gorilla.

"I didn't exactly think this position through." she admitted. "Shit."

"I win." he grinned.

"Well, this is your strong point!" she argued with a laugh, struggling to get him off her.

Ivar was a rather solid man and when he purposefully just started putting all his weight on him...she sank.

"I'm not moving until you agree to be at my side at the feast tonight." he smirked.

"Will there be mead?"

"More than you can drink in three lifetimes."

"I'm not wearing a dress."

"I assumed you wouldn't."

"And I'm not playing nice to anyone in particular."

"I wouldn't dream of it, my little demon."

"Alright, I'll join you." she said.

Ivar moved to pull himself back up again when her arms wound around his neck.

His luminous eyes moved towards hers and they seemed locked in a trance.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, bringing him even further into the softness of her.

She brushed her lips across his for just a second...and then she bit him.

He growled but refused to break the kiss...until something cold and wet hit him right in the side of the face.

She used the distraction to roll them over again and she sat directly on top of him.

"Ha!" she cheered. "Bested by your own lust!"

Ivar reached out and pinched her leg for spite and wiped the snow tinged with just a bit of red from his face.

"You actually made me bleed, you devil." he laughed, sitting up and supporting himself on his hands.

"Blood in the snow..." she said wistfully. "That's absolutely romantic."

"Or demented." he supplied.

She hopped to her feet and extended a hand.

"Come now, King of the Heathens." she said. "I need warmth in my bed and you're going to give it to me."

For once, Ivar really didn't worry about it.

He just took her hand and let the stout woman pull him up.

They made their way inside her home, stripped away the clothes wet from snow and hid away in her bed of fur by the fireplace.

Ivar wasn't concerned with all those unimportant things in that moment.

She accepted him as an equal and as a possible suitable mate....and that had him soaring like riding the highs of victory in battle.

Blood in the snow just might have been a romantic concept after all.

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nerddface · 6 years ago

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Discretion

Characters: The Company x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1482

Notes: Finally finished! Plot Bunny #58! @sdavid09 I'm glad to be a part of the Plot Bunny challenge, this was a lot of fun! I started to go a little overboard and had to rein myself in, lol. Fíli x reader if you’d like, it’s pretty open-ended :) This had very little editing, sorry for any mistakes!

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“Promise you won’t tell?”

Y/N suppressed a sigh as she pulled Kíli’s sleeve down, over the neatly-wrapped bandages on his forearms. She offered a gentle smile to counter the worried gaze that kept flitting over her face.

“Kíli. Have I ever told?”

He chewed on his lip. “No.”

She gripped his hand for a moment in an effort to calm his nerves. “And I won’t start now. Maybe ask your wife to use something a little softer than old fish-rope, next time, though, hm?”

The blush that he’d come into her clinic with returned with a vengeance, and he ducked his head. “I will.”

She stepped back to allow him the space to stand from the stool she’d put him on. “Come back tomorrow and I’ll redress it. That salve should all but fix it overnight, so long as it stays put. I’ll be here all day.”

“Alright. Thank you, Y/N.” He took her hand for a moment and spoke genuinely before turning to leave.

She watched him go and shot him another smile as he glanced back at her and shut her front door. Once she was alone, she took down his name in her logbook with a sigh. Even though the newly refurbished Erebor had plenty of healers to spare, she could always count on finding one of the Original Company lingering at her doorway -- either at her clinic or her quarters, it didn’t seem to matter -- at all hours. She had plenty of secrets to go around, but they all knew very well that she was tight-lipped.

Unfortunately, boys will be boys, and her boys were no exception. (Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Bilbo, ever the picture of politeness, always behaved himself.) There wasn’t a week gone by that she didn’t have to deflect one of the bloody dwarves trying to weasel information out of her about any of the others’ visits. Despite the fact they had all --Thorin included, but she’d never admit that-- come to her with their more delicate matters, none of them seemed to possess any respect of privacy. When one travels with a group for as long as they had, she supposed, in the conditions they had, boundaries became a little blurry.

They had treated her with more delicacy through the Quest, though that was probably because of her prized status as female. Despite being only half-dwarrow, she was still considered a treasure, and they had behaved as such. Her sex was also what had almost kept her from joining at all, but thankfully Oín had been able to convince Thorin to take her along as insurance. He wasn’t as young as he once was, and Mahal knew what could happen to any of them, so it was better to have another capable healer along, just in case.

She did prove useful, and ended up becoming their go-to for most things. In their own time, each had learned that she never judged them for their mishaps, no matter how strange they seemed. She’d seen plenty of accidents-- once, Kíli had dared Bofur to do as many push-ups as he could on one hand, with both of Dwalin’s axes stacked on his back. He got through a surprisingly number, but had dislocated his shoulder on the last one. He’d refused to admit to any pain after she’d reset it, but she noticed how strained he looked after a full day of hauling his pack over his shoulders. After everyone else had fallen asleep, she’d sat with him, quietly, and massaged a generous amount numbing salve into the muscles. They’d all had similar situations.

She’d stitched fingers, packed down bandages so they’d be inconspicuous under clothing, pulled out splinters from all manner of places, medicated anxieties, insomnia, and odd bruises. She never asked what happened, and only offered a gentle smile and advice to speed up their healing, whether or not they told.

They all thanked her, too, in their own way. Ori made her a whole new pair of mittens when her old ones began to wear too far to be of use, Dori picked and dried any tea-worthy leaves he could find for her, Bofur made sure she always had a scarf if the wind picked up, and the princes regularly lifted items from her pack to make her journey lighter. Dwalin made sure her modest sword was always razor-sharp. Bombur let her have first pick of whatever they’d managed to scrounge up for meals. Thorin had called her khazush once.

After the Battle to reclaim the Mountain, absolutely no one in the Company would suffer any other healers seeing to the barely-alive Thorin, or his nephews, beyond those assistants she’d chosen personally. Since then, she’d been officially named as the Royal Physician, alongside an aging Oín, but the Durin line was healthy, now. The boys were young and resilient, and only Thorin presented a slight limp where his foot had been pierced through. Most of her time was spent tending to the other twelve dwarves, (and, again, Bilbo, but she had nothing poor to say on his part), and offering advice to the regrowing city of Dale.

Today, she recalled as her gaze traveled over her desk to land on her shopping list, was Sunday, and the colorful market would be taking place in the Hall of Kings. At some point, she should make it down there -- there were a few supplies to gather for the tinctures that needed making. She always enjoyed the markets-- it was wonderful to see such lively activity in a space that seemed so hollow and gloomy.

Her trip was long, as she chatted with at least a dozen vendors, but was otherwise relatively uneventful. Her mind wandered away from her on the trip back, as it usually did, and her feet took her back to her office on their own accord. She only came back to herself when a presence beside her halted her, and suddenly, there was a sweet smell under her nose. She started, drawing back as a golden tart came into focus. Just beyond it was an equally golden moustache, framing a wily smile.

“I swiped two of tonight’s desserts,” Fíli said conspiratorially. “Thought you might appreciate one.”

She reached for the tart he was offering, thanking him with a smile. “You’re very considerate, Fíli.”

“Ah-ah.” he pulled back out of her reach, quirking a brow. “I’m afraid today’s raid has come at a price.”

Y/N frowned, and waited, becoming increasingly suspicious as his grin turned more mischievous.

Sure enough, he continued, “I know Kíli saw you this morning, but he brushed me off so fast I was nearly blown backwards. You’ll get a tart if you tell me why.”

She narrowed her eyes and pushed open the door to her clinic.

“Fíli, you sly devil.”

His devious grin widened. “Getting cold,” he sang, following her to keep the treat in her sights.

She turned up her nose and set her basket down on a workspace. “You know I won’t tell you. Unless you want me to spill all of your secrets to him.”

“Ah, but, I don’t have any secrets.” He propped his hip against her table as she arranged her fresh ingredients. “I’m an open book. All I’ve come to you for are splinters and stubbed toes.”

Y/N picked up the notebook with today’s recipes and turned to her shelving to gather the last couple items, pulling jars down as she spoke. “Do I need to remind you of the first time you came to me with more than just your toe stubbed? Or when you nearly severed your thumb trying to impress that dam when we were passing through Bree?”

This drew a hot blush to not only his cheeks, but all the way up his ears and down his throat. He sputtered, “ah- um, well, that’s -- that was--” and descended into coughs.

Y/N chuckled as she set her bottled down and selected one set to the side, quickly securing a note to the neck. She turned to Fíli, snatched the tart from his hand before he could stop her, and replaced it with the large vial.

“Here. Take this to Balin, it’s for Bard when he visits next. There are ingredients on the note, he can come see me if he has ny questions.“ She tugged on one of his mustache braids and leveled him with a playful glare as he schooled his breath. “Now, go on.”

For the second time that day, a Durin was scurrying out of her clinic with a blush. Again, she sighed as the door closed, and sank into a chair. This time, though, a fond laugh bubbled in her chest as she bit into Fíli’s pastry. Even if they could be ridiculous, at least they gave her life color.

Indeed, boys would be boys, but they were her boys.

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khazush: sister

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nissanmaxima · 7 years ago

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Retaliation

So, I was cheated on a while back and I wanted to show my retaliation (Hehe get it? No? Okay)

Also I wanna thank @wrestlingxbalorxrollins and @supermanrreigns and @youlightmeupfinn for having the same interests as me and giving me the inspiration I needed in order to write this! So...thank you! Lol!

“What the hell (Y/N)?! Why would you do this?!”

“Please Seth, it’s not what it looks like!” I mocked sarcastically

Seth caught me straddling the Demon King Finn Balor, about to go town on his mouth when Seth walked in.

‘None of this woulda happened if you didn’t cheat on me’ I growled in my mind.

One Month Earlier

I was parking my Dodge Charger when I saw another car, a Buick, that was parked in our parking lot.

“Weird...” I mumbled

I was in a relationship with Seth Freakin’ Rollins. And it was heading downhill fast. Last night, he came from RAW and went straight to our room, he’s been secretive lately, and is always yelling at me.

Now, I just leave him alone...

But anyways, I walked to my door and when I saw it, it was unlocked. Plus when I walked in, there were these heels that weren’t my size and the smell of a disgusting perfume I hate...

All signs were pointing to him cheating, but I denied it...

“He wouldn’t...right...?”

As I denied the accusations flying around my head, I heard moaning bouncing throughout the walls of my house.

Fear shot through my spine as I continued through my house, slightly preparing myself for the betrayal, but apparently not enough when I looked through a crack in my bedroom door to see my boyfriend going down on Mandy Rose, a girl who I’ve envied since we’ve been in the industry together.

I screamed, scaring them both. Seth rose to his feet in a hurry and started putting clothes on but, an idea popped in head as soon as he walked up to me. I pretended to sob uncontrollably and wiped my eyes.

“Y-You cheated on me!” I accused within fake sobs

“N-No! (Y/N) it’s not what it looks like!”

I stopped abruptly

“It’s not?”

I wanted to know the excuse he makes in his head.

“W-We were just...um...playing!” He exclaimed

‘Are you fucking kidding me?!’ I screamed in my head.

He didn’t even try to make it up...

He really didn’t care...

I pretended to wipe my eyes and smiled.

“Oh gosh! thought you were cheating on me! I’m so sorry!”

I looked at Mandy and continued to plead innocence

“Mandy, I really didn’t mean to accuse you of trying to sleep with Seth! Please forgive me!”

Mandy looked at me with fear as I pleaded with her. My mouth says it’s okay but I eyes made her shudder with fear. She got up and got dressed quickly as I stared her down with a wicked but cheerful grin on my face.

“Oh, leaving already? Well, cya Mandy!” I called out to her

Mandy ran out of the house as if she saw a damn ghost.

When I heard the door closed, I turned to Seth, still with a smile on my face, I kept this facade in order to get back at him. And when I do, it’ll be oh so sweet.

Step 1: Find a Victim

Today I had a match with Mandy Rose. Perfect. Even though there was Absolution, I still beat the shit outta her and I had a plan thanks to the creative team. As soon as the bell rang, I tackled her and slapped her, again, again and again. She deserved it. She fought back sometimes, but she wasn’t ready for me. I used my submission move on her. She was about to tap when Paige broke the hold. When I stood up, I was clotheslined by Sonya Deville. They were about to finish me off when I heard Sasha’s theme play. I saw everyone from the women’s locker room coming to save me.

Anyway, finding someone wasn’t hard, I know a lot of guys who were fawning over me, which I hate, but they only do it because they like me and I can’t get mad at them for that. Now, my plans were simple, get a guy, fall in love with him, bring him home and fuck him when Seth gets home. I gasped when I saw the perfect candidate. The Demon King, Finn Balor. He saw me and I had a Cheshire grin on my face. I sashayed up to him and spoke in the most innocent voice possible.

“Hey Finn”

He smiled a devious smile and hugged me.

“Hey Y/N! How are you? How’s Seth?”

Finn didn’t like Seth so I didn’t understand why he asked me that. Maybe because he still liked me. Maybe because he knows my plan. Were you to obvious? Mayb-

“We’re actually not together anymore,” I lied, speaking before I even finished thinking...

“Really?” He seemed excited, perfect!

“Yeah, our schedules weren’t on our side and we kept arguing. I didn’t want it to get physical so I told him I had to leave...”

He told me he felt sorry, but I knew he was excited to have me to himself. I felt proud in a way, guys wanting me left and right, well, only Finn but a guy nonetheless!

We talked for hours until we had to go our separate ways.

“Well, it was great talking to you, Finn!”

“You too Y/N!”

I was getting ready to leave when he grabbed my arm. I looked back and saw a tint of pink on his cheeks. He stuttered immensely...

“Uh...Y/N?”

“Yes Ferg?”

“W-Would you l-like to um...h-hang out sometime?”

I know I’m with Seth, but I actually felt...excited! I couldn’t help but smile! I was wanted! And not just for my body or anything!

I blushed and hugged him tightly. He smelled of sweat, the sweet tangy smelled tickled my nose as we spoke some more.

“Of course I will! You’re so kind and understanding! I could talk to you about my problems all day! I must return the favor! We’ll go this Saturday!”

I could feel the smile on his face when I accepted his offer. We pulled away and said our good byes. I found my victim.

Finding a victim: ✔️

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kirishimahinami · 7 years ago

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Fostered Love Chapter 4

Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Summary: After talking to her teacher and crush, Fueguchi Hinami decides to take up the extra credit suggestion he had presented. Through it she gets to know :re orphanage and it’s associates - as well as Kirishima Ayato, that from now on shall be her partner in babysitting.

Notes: i first must say, i apologize. not only for the wait, but also for the heartbreak that may come forward soon, hehe.💜 it was a bit hard to decide where to stop but i hope you won’t hate me for that ending, lol. also, i would like to give notice to a fanart i commished for fl, right over here! it’s so gorgeous. please commission nikki, she’s amazing! also chapters are growing to be increasingly longer, lmao. my poor hands may have wrote 1.5 just the last hour and a half. damn. lol.

Chapter Summary: Ayato and Hinami take the children on a trip to the hospital to meet Hajime. The two of them think one nothing could go too badly. For one it’s right, for the other... it’s not. Meanwhile, Touka gets a surprise visit. (8.2k)

It took a week to convince both Hajime and Touka alike, but somehow Hinami and Ayato reached the miracle they needed and yearned for. Ayato never annoyed his sister as much as he did in the past week, and that in itself was an achievement. Even Ayato would admit he was a prick when he was younger. Though he was much less aggressive than before. It’s progress.

He had to do his best to convince her, promise her he’d be responsible, promise her he won’t let the kids wander off and get lost. She forced him to swear four different times that he’ll make sure all the children will be safe, in different wordings, and that’s after Hinami explained to her how clean the hospital really is, assuring her she and Ayato will not take the kids to anywhere that will put them in risk.

It’s been a while that he’d seen the worrywart side of his sister - unwilling to endanger anything precious to her as she knows what is a loss. When he was younger, she’d worry about the silliest things - about when he had a bit of a fever, barely above the standard temperature, or when she saw him not eating enough, even though she probably force fed him more food than she had ate for an entire week at that time.

In the end of the day, his sister let empathy overtake her much like he did. Hinami had wide, filled with concern eyes and Ayato could almost hear his sister’s heart break as Hinami receded back to dejected, guarded state slowly. The tremble in his sister’s slender fingers were what sealed the deal, as they quickly tightened to a fist. “Fine. As long as you two take care of the kids, I’ll let you.”

Hinami almost immediately hugged Touka, who returned the favor with a soft smile. The palpitations of Touka’s heart was not lost on Hinami, that was pressed closely to her in the embrace. She felt bad, in a way pressuring the kind manager like that. So Hinami did what she could and hugged Touka the way her mother used to hug her, making sure there is no tremor or quake along her body.

Ayato was watching the scene carefully. It seemed like his sister was getting along well with her, that she trusts her. People sometimes tend to be cruel even if unintentionally with their actions. He almost wonders if he was pulling her to the same fate as before, but he dismissed the thought before he could overthink.

He doesn’t want his sister to get hurt, burnt once again for the mistakes of another. But his sister was right, the girl over here is only a student, asking for help just as they asked hers. If things go off track, he could cut anything in its roots, but for now, these roots might grow to something helpful. He wants to believe that, for his sister. For the orphanage. For himself.

Well, if he will be allowed to let those roots grow. Another week was spent by Hinami trying to convince Hajime it was a good idea. She sent him a lot of messages through it all because of that, updating a few times a day of progress. To him, the kid sounds remarkably brattish from her texts. It’s not that he hadn’t known ungrateful kids, but according to her texts, he already gave her silence treatment and broke things in his room - he was pretty over the top.

Had this kid been the slightest bit older, maybe he would reconsider the entire thing. But he was only eleven, and admittedly, Ayato can’t say he was much nicer at that age. Also, he must be small, being only a preteen. Ayato could probably handle him if he goes haywire. It’ll be okay, he kept thinking to himself.

Being honest, Ayato wasn’t sure how she was going to convince the kid to agree to the idea, but when he had gotten an excited, emoji filled text after a few days, he was surprised and impressed. Despite the kid being stubborn as a bull she somehow managed to weaken his resolve and let them come by.

Ayato sighed before texting a dull ‘okay’ back to her, and shoving his phone to his pants’ pockets. It rang a few more times, probably her complaining about his reaction, but he didn’t bother opening it again. They’ll see each other soon enough at the orphanage - they have to tell the kids themselves after all.

She was certainly happy, but from some reason, Ayato couldn’t help but feel in a somber mood. It’s been a long time since his father left them behind, but the pristine white walls and it’s repelling sterile smell remained strong in his memory. He would walk in there with a confident strut, but his stomach still churned. The day the walked out of the hospital was the day his and Touka’s lives started to fall apart.

He shook his head. That time was one thing; their lives were steady now. As steady as they could be, anyway. It won’t hurt him or anyone to enter a hospital again. Especially not when their volunteer’s father is one of the head doctors. This will probably do them more good than bad, and helping children was what he and Touka did for living, anyway.

He slumped in his walk, a bit lazy in it compared to other days. He felt numb to a degree, but as if he still had to clean his head, get himself away from all the mess of the past. But he had no time already. Soon the kids will already gather around the table back at home, and he knows they will wait for him, saying it’s not dinner otherwise. Touka never let him forget that after he came late that one time without telling her.

Ayato sighed and sped himself up. The orphanage isn’t far away anyway, it’s not like he’d gain so much more time to think anyway. The minute he reached near the house, he could tell there was something going on inside from the the noise the children created.

He entered the door to see Hinami inside, the children crowding her, their eyes shining. She turned around and revealed an ear to ear smile. “The supervising adult is here! Go get him before he’ll change his mind!” She told the kids, who immediately gave out devious smiles and charged towards him.

“WE’RE GOING ON A TRIP!!” Akemi shouted as most of the kids threw themselves on him, causing him to fall down himself and be the base of a very excited children pile. The rest of the kids started saying it happily like a mantra, and Ayato laughed to himself out loud at the entire situation.

Maybe, just maybe - everything will be alright.

She has to hold onto the girls so they won’t scatter around as they passed through the halls of the hospital. They were jittery and excited and they pulled her around, holding onto her skirt or hands, creating a ruckus. She had to quiet them down several times as they basically walked her as if they owned the hospital themselves.

Ayato behind her was laughing, the three boys he handled being a much gentler bunch, walking near him and making sure they were close to him despite their curious eyes wanting to explore much, much more. Hinami wanted to stomp on his foot for making fun of her, but honestly, she’d be laughing too if he was dragged bent to basically half of his height by children.

Finally they reached the pediatric department after a minutes that felt like years for Hinami’s back. She pulled herself away from the girls, straightening and fixing her uniform, smoothing out the wrinkles that were left after the assault the fabric had been through. She didn’t want to look like a mess - everyone on the staff knew her.

“You are done fixing your skirt, brat? We’re waiting for you.” Ayato asked her, teasing, with his stupid shit eating grin. This is exactly why he is still Jerkface in her phone. She was so close to changing it the other day but she regretted it right away when he decided to keep her nickname. Hinami decided to keep his name the same for now, because of it.

She stared at him with dead serious eyes and pursed lips. “Well, I have to fix it, knowing that you are looking.” She talked back to him and watched his expression turning shocked, his mouth gaping. “You boys don’t learn from him, okay?” She told Kyou, Akihiro and Yuki. They seemed confused, but they nodded as Ayato was recovering from her comment.

“You br-”

“Come on, we need to go to Hajime’s room already!” She beamed at them, and skipped away towards one of the only private rooms in this department. It’s not going to be very private right now - eight more people not including doctors are sure to drive Hajime insane, but he promised to act nice after she told him how much she wanted him to meet all of the other kids.

He didn’t particularly liked the idea at first, of course, but it’s not like she expected him to. He was mad that she even returned to the orphanage after what he she told him what happened on her first visit there. But he calmed after she told him how well she was treated later on, at the very least, and although it had taken him a week to agree to them coming over - he did, and even offered her a smile at the same time.

She didn’t care what other people in the hospital said. Even if for the entire world he’s a devil child, unwilling to bend to the reality around him and cold to those around him, for her he was her adorable little brother that she never had. He was good. All he needed was guidance, now that he was thrown so cruelly from the right path, undeservingly so.

It was no wonder he remained so hurt after what happened to him. She barely manage to deal with her mom falling into a coma, she could not imagine how hard it was for him to lose both of his parents, now completely alone in the world. At least, for now. Hinami wanted to make his world more broad, let him see happier pictures than this sad, somber room. She can’t do it on her own - but maybe the kids will help him see a different view to this life.

She opened the door to his room, and he was sitting there on the bed, a book she gave him in his hands. Those hands fall to his lap then as he notices her, and even though it’s just for a second, she can see his eyes crinkle slightly. It disappears as soon as Ayato and the kids walk through the door as well. He lifts his book and hides.

Hinami sighs, but she knows he can’t help it. It could have been much worse, anyway. She walks right next to him, taking the leading steps as the kids and Ayato follow behind her. “Do you like the book, Hajime?” She asks him mundanely, looking at him with knowing eyes as he tries to hide behind his book, obviously not reading.

“...Yes.” Hajime answers shortly, trying to avoid her eyes. She squinted her own eyes at him.

“Then you wouldn’t mind reading it later with the rest here, right? I’m sure they’ll love it too. You are good at reading too! I think it’ll be nice, don’t you think?” She suggests and he averts his eyes to the side again. She knows it’s annoying to him, but at the same time, Hajime had blush dusting his cheeks. He liked being acknowledged, after all.

He put the book away, near him on the bed. “Whatever, maybe later.” He said as he leaned back on his pillow. Hajime looked at Ayato and the children, scanning them with squinted eyes. He was a bit hesitant to even say anything. He doesn’t really understand why Hinami insisted on all of this, or why did he even agree. He had no idea what to say.

“Do you have to have this thing attached to your arm? It looks painful.” Akemi asked, climbing on the stool and sitting on it as she pointed at his IV drip. He was caught off guard, and looked at Hinami, who was nodding at him, probably to explain to her. He swallowed as the rest of the group came closer to his bed as well.

“Yes. For pain medication and so I won’t get dehydrated. Or that’s what they tell me, at least.” He answered dryly. His IV drip sometimes felt more like a chain of a prisoner, but it doesn’t matter much to them. They wouldn’t care about it anyway.

He was taken aback when the girl took his hand, bringing closer to her. The others were looking at it curiously, examining it. He pulled it back in a shriek. “What are you doing?!” He asked, terrified. She just tilted her head.

“Oh. We brought lego. I wanted to see if your hand is okay.” She answered easily. Hajime raised his brow, but furthered himself away for them. He didn’t like to be touched so easily. Hinami was fine, she did it for him, she hurt with him. But other people touch his hand a lie, take his hand and put him in this hellhole that this hospital. It only hurts in the end.

“Come on! Your name is Hajime-kun, right? I’m Akemi. The girls behind me are Miyu and Momo. The boys are Akihiro, Kyou and Yuki. And this is my nii-chan Ayato!” She pointed to each one of them. Does she think it’s this easy, just telling someone your name and everyone will get along? It’s not easy. He’s never been one to socialize well, but he didn’t appreciate the sudden invasion to his personal space more so as the others came closer. And did she just call him by his given name?

“...Why are you acting so familiar with me?” He replied with a scowl. All of the people in this hospital liked to act as if they knew him so well. He didn’t expect the same damn attitude from kids, a few even looking a bit younger than him. Maybe their smiles weren’t as fake as the adults, but it didn’t matter. In the end they were here because Hinami made them be here - no because they wanted to. He may have trusted her, but not anyone else. There’s always something.

The girl looking at him looked a bit at loss. “What do you mean? We are just talking.” She said, and he gritted his teeth. It also wasn’t lost on him how the so called nii-chan was coming to the front now, his eyes squinted like that at him, watching over. He could hear Hinami sigh. It made his blood boil. They were crossing boundaries and she sighs as she looks at him.

She really does prefer them, doesn’t she.

“Hajime, Akemi-chan is regular speaking like this to other kids from the orphanage…” Hinami pitched in, and his scowl turned to grimace. But is that any excuse, really? And what about the hand thing? Is that excusable too? When his parents were alive, he wasn’t even allowed to make one mistake - even his teeth had been straightened the minute they could fix them. He always had to be perfect.

It was always expected of him - like Hinami told him it was expected of her. So she should understand why he hated it. People that couldn’t care less about them acting so familiar… It just pissed him off. As if that Kamishiro lady on the back of his neck wasn’t enough of a snake trying to fool him into giving away all the money he inherited for a goddamn lung, yapping all the time about how she’d adopt him had she not been so ‘frail’, or about how he would be such a handsome son.

He really didn’t need another group of people doing all of this bullshit act. Even if it was just because Hinami roped them into it.

“Hajime-kun…” Akemi tried to mumble

“Ha-zu-ki-kun.” He corrected, lengthening each syllable. The other kids looked tense as she looked at him with wide eyes. And then they fell into a squint of their own.

“Hajime-kun, I’m familiar with you because I want to be your friend.” She talked back, with a certain edge lacing her voice and causing him to lean away. “Because Hina-chan told us you are nice, and we wanted to come over and talk to you.” She said, leaning in towards him with a frown still, making sure what she was trying to say was clear.

He was about to say something back, but the safety rails of his bed rattled as a hand fell on them. Ayato decided to intervene. “Listen, brat. I know you don’t like this too much. But don’t make your sister a liar, because god knows how much she vouched for you in the last two weeks.” He ended it there.

Don’t make your sister a liar. The bed may have rattled before, but the words themselves echoed in Hajime mind, shaking him up more. He never called Hinami a sister before, but if that’s what it seemed to them they are like, he could only guess she really did talk about him a lot. Like a family member.

He doesn’t understand why she is trying himself sometimes. For everyone in this place he was a lost cause, behavior wise. Only Hinami believed in him, anyway. Only she looked at him with eyes full of hope instead of that same disdain he sees on the doctors faces each and every day passing, weary and tired and of dealing with the same problem child.

Hajime looks at her, and she has a faint, sympathetic smile on. She didn’t like how the situation turned to be. he could tell from how her hands nervously grabbed each other, how close she was to bowing down and apologizing. He didn’t want to make her feel bad, or uncomfortable - it’s the only reason why he agreed to this anyway. He got everything backwards, he realized.

“...Hinami isn’t a liar.” He nearly growls back. He can’t help the anger that resides within him, but he suppresses it. The suggestion itself is maddening to him - she was the only one that had been kind enough to tell him the truth when needed.

Ayato remained unimpressed. An angry, brooding kid wasn’t something he was scared of, no matter how much the preteen tried to intimidate him. “Then you better act like a good kid and make her proud instead.” He tells him, and silence falls on the room. Hajime bites his lips, and Ayato holds his smirk. He certainly won that battle, but being all snarky about it will only piss the kid off.

“...Fine. I’m sorry.” He grits between his teeth. The other children either cheer or break into giggles. Hajime couldn’t tell what happened to the tense atmosphere that dissipated within mere seconds. He was certain that they were all mad. He expression must’ve said it all, because it didn’t take much time for anyone to address it.

“I thought you will take more convincing than that, honestly.” Ayato told him snickering and patting his head, his dark locks messed up more than they had been before. Hajime snapped his head away frowning. The guy was lecturing him just a minute ago! “You really are a good kid.” He adds, and Hajime shuffles away towards Hinami’s side. He doesn’t understand these people.

“You must really adore Hina-chan!” Akemi added in quickly. He contemplated pushing her back to the hospital’s floor. She was seriously annoying - obviously he does. Over the past year he had stayed at this shitty place, she only did well by him, never expecting anything in return. It’s obvious that he would hold her in high regard. And well… that girl doesn’t have to be that obnoxious and straightforward about it.

He scowled again, averting her eyes from the annoying girl. One of the boys in the groups decided it was a good time to interfere. “So… Do you wanna build something?” The boy - Kyou, Hajime remembered - asked as he laid down a box of legos on his bed.

Hajime looked around him. All of the eyes in the room were on him, waiting for him to answer.

“...I guess it works…” He says, and now everyone are much, much more cheery. Hinami pulled down the safety rails so the other children could get closer comfortably. She was smiling. He supposed it wasn’t that bad.

It was empty and quiet today in the orphanage. Touka didn’t like it much. It felt lonely without all the children here with her. To Touka, it was almost absurd to think there would be an actual day without hearing the children whine her name in the request for a hot choco, or to tuck them to bed.

The entire place seemed deserted, only her left behind. It was nearly depressing, but she had to shut down her mind - the kids will be back when the sun will be down, and it’s good for them to go see the hospital. It posed them a possibility to learn if the staff was kind enough, and will allow them to grow more grateful for their good health.

Hinami was also such a good kid. Touka didn’t want disappoint her and tell her she couldn’t take the kids on that small trip. She was so happy thinking about it, Touka didn’t want to ruin it. She can’t really tell what it is, but sometimes, she could see the younger girl let her guard down - and her saddened expression always made Touka’s heart ache.

In the end, it all came down to the fact that Touka was incredibly stressed today as it is. Her gut feeling simply told her something was not right today. The kids would have been wonderful distraction had they been here, but they are not. Nobody was here today but her, and the uncomfortable feeling due to it made her nauseous.

She chalked it all up to her being irrational - she was when the idea to take the kids out was just suggest, it was no wonder it continued when they were on the trip itself. She figured it’ll leave only when she sees they’re back home, Ayato right after them, and maybe even Hinami in tow, dropping by to say hello.

Touka should have known her gut feeling never lies to her. She should’ve stayed inside, she should’ve took a nap, she should’ve gone and hung out with Yoriko or Nishiki the entire day. She shouldn’t have gone outside to take care of the plants out of boredom, she shouldn’t have took her time.

She shouldn’t have seen Kaneki Ken standing near the open gate, his shoulders slumped and his hands in his pockets as he waits for her to notice him. Her heart pounded painfully against her chest as a surge of conflicting emotions hit her right on. On one hand, she wanted to punch his stupid, adoring expression off of his face - he has no right to look at her so adoringly after everything.

On the other hand.. She just wanted to bolt, leave this spot before he makes her melt once again. She grew so strong since she first met him, with his baby face that didn’t suit a fourteen year old at all. She was a stubborn kid with a knack for being rowdy, but even then it didn’t take long until she grew a soft spot for him. It was so easy for him to affect her.

She sincerely doubted it was mutual.

“Touka-chan.” He says, the same way when he used to when he sat near her at her old house after studying with her father, calling her as he promised to do when tutoring time was over. She was afraid this was going to happen, when one day out of nowhere he called her phone ( she should have changed the damned phone number, why did she ever think it was a good idea to insist on keeping it? ) after seven years of not speaking to her, informing her he was now a teacher in Tokyo, that he wanted to talk to her again.

She knew he was around Tokyo. She saw him around, back when Ayato was looking for colleges to apply to. It was around a year back, and she saw him near Kamii where he stood in front of a bunch of kids in uniforms, probably third years in high school looking for colleges themselves. He was probably talking them up about entering Kamii, as she heard from Hinami he’s been there himself.

That day she kept herself holed up in her room. Ayato took care of everything she had to do as she found herself curled up in her bed, trying to handle seeing a man that had gone missing years back carrying on with his life with seemingly no problem at all.

“What are you doing here?” She asked sharply, not looking at him. Despite her need to push him away, out from her life once again, she knew it was better to handle him now. She breathed in and out slowly. It’d make sense they’d see each other, right? His student is helping out here. It’s the only reason he’s here. Nothing else.

“Hinami told me she and Ayato will go to the hospital today with the kids. I.. I wanted to see you again. To talk.” He says. Touka could feel her heart throbbing. Why does he have to play on her heartstrings like this? She was not the one that left. For seven years she had been by herself taking care of her brother and rebuilding her life after everything shattered, and he’s here acting as if nothing happened at all.

Touka had kept avoiding his invitations to go out around together for a reason. It was maddening how much she and her brother had to suffer as orphans to survive, and he, who they considered family at the time, couldn’t even pick up his damned phone as their father was getting thinner and thinner every day. They called him, they called his aunt, they called everywhere they could think in order to find him.

They never got even one call back. It annoys her, to think about those days now. She remembers waiting everyday near her uncle’s phone, sniffing as the sun set and Yomo dragged her back to her futon, a frown plastered on his face as she struggled in his grip. She remembers Ayato looking at her from far away with his scowl, clearly already thinking she’s insane for believing in who he now called bastard.

He really was. Her father, loving and caring asked everyday how Kaneki was. Touka can’t forgive him for letting her remain without an answer until he died.

As much as Touka wanted to curse at him, she knew better than it - his student was helping around here, and she needed her around. He knew from her constant ‘I can’t meet, I have to take after the kids’ that she was in need of staff, even if admittedly sometimes she just used it as an excuse. Nonetheless, she would have to talk to him in the future for Hinami.

That could be settled on phones though. “I’m busy. Sorry.” Touka said and headed towards the door quickly. She’d shut the door on him if she needs to. She already proved herself she doesn’t need him. He doesn’t even look like himself, with his stupid white hair dyed so poorly. The roots were starting to show. She wasn’t impressed, if that’s what he was going for.

She felt a hand on her forearm. Her head snapped back and he was staring at her, pleading with his big, grey eyes that grew more and more sorrowful as he kept his gaze. She almost felt bad, but she shook her head and shrugged it off. “What are you doing?!”

“Touka, please I need yo-”

“We needed you too back then.” She shoved him away, entering the orphanage and locking the door behind her.

She can’t trust him.

Ayato was pleasantly surprised from how things worked out at the hospital. Although there was a lot of banter between the children, and the fact he had to stop a fight from occurring when Akemi tried to touch Hajime’s teeth ( “They are abnormally straight!” “My parents were dentists!” ), it seemed like the children mostly get along with the brat.

He wasn’t the friendliest but he worked with them. He really did try his hardest after the quarrel earlier today. He even made a lego forte for Kyou after he had to break it to him he couldn’t build a tower on his hospital bed. And he didn’t even stop when Hinami left the room, so Ayato could really see he’s attempting to be nice.

“Where did she go?” Miyu asked Ayato, her eyes still glued to the door Hinami had shut behind her. To tell the truth, Ayato didn’t really know - Hinami just rushed out as a bespectacled doctor entered the room. He said he just wanted to reaffirm she’s here, but left with no other words necessary. Hinami then excused herself, saying she had remembered something important. Looking at the hour, she even bid her goodbyes early, as she knew they were about to leave.

Ayato gave back an unsure, prolonged ‘uh’. Miyu just seemed confused, and the tiniest bit upset. Well, she was one of the kids that grew attached to Hinami more. He wore an uncomfortable expression on his face, teeth tightened as they were on display and brows up. He didn’t like disappointing the kids, but it’s not like he could pull an Hinami radar out of his ass.

“She went to see her mom.” Hajime intervened, not tearing his eyes away from the lego forte he made earlier, only adding more to it with Kyou. “The doctor with the glasses was her dad. This day, every week, he treats her himself. Hinami always prefers to visit her after.” He explained. The other kids gave a short ‘ah’ as Ayato grew curious. Her mother was a patient the hospital? She said her dad works here, and that she occasionally helps out too, but nothing about her mom. At least not to him.

Akemi nodded just like all the other children, but plopped her upper body on the hospital bed, only to lift her hands to support her head. “Hajime-kun, how did you meet Hina-chan?” She asked. Hajime flushed red. It made a good contrast against his dark, blue tinted hair. Ayato was a bit intrigued too.

“Why does that matter?” He asked evasively, ignoring her question.

“Because you are sort of mean but you try not to be for her.” She answered back frankly, and he almost croaked, and had to cough for a bit to fix his barely teenage breaking voice. Ayato would’ve laughed, but he didn’t want to stop their banter. Too funny, and possibly could lead to interesting things. “You try to act cuter or something? I think?”

“Shut up!” Hajime nearly screeched. “You think wrong!” He said, now coughing some more. Ayato was almost concerned. Hinami told him Hajime has a punctured lung, and it was not functioning well. He must be in pain if he’s coughing.

“So tell me how you met!” Akemi pressed a bit more.

“Fine!” He said back, and wiped his mouth with his arm. “Fine, I’ll tell you. Just shut up.”

Akemi looked at him, anticipating. The rest of the kids did too, and Ayato made sure to keep an ear open for the story.

“I met her at the hospital, the day I got into the accident.” He started.

He woke up to an unknown room. An unknown room, and a bunch of people in white uniforms hovering above him. He could barely find it in himself to talk to them - what happened? He doesn’t understand. What are they doing? He didn’t manage to focus on their voices. The beating of his heart was so strong he felt as he could feel the pounding in his ears.

They didn’t even notice he was awake from how weak he was, submissive as they worked on him. He could feel needles stab his body - he hated it, he hated it so much, even when his parents operated on his mouth he hated it! Where are they? They need to make this stop! He managed out a strong enough yelp, so they realize he’s awake.

“Hajime-kun, you are in the hospital, do you remember what happened?” They asked him. He tried to think. Tried so hard. His head was in shambles at the moment, everything just hurt. If it’s a hospital, aren’t they supposed to make this better? He needs painkillers. His dad and mom would never let it happen in their clinic.

He only remembered small glimpses of it all. He remembered him and his parents being in a slippery road. His father drove a bit fast, and he remembered his mother giggling saying that he should slow down. Then he remembers a family van in front of them. He remembers he saw Shio Ihei in it. A kid from his neighborhood. His family was the slightest bit richer than his.

All he remembers from thereon out, was the sound of a big boom, before all his memories faded to black. Hajime suddenly realized what was going on. Tears of distress started falling from his eyes as he kept flailing, trying to see where his parents are. He couldn’t see them anywhere, and he turned even whiter than the wall.

“Hazuki-kun, you are stabilized, but you need to rest! you’ll open your wound if you do this, please calm down!” One of the nurses said. He didn’t want to calm down. He was all alone here, and everything hurt, and he can’t see his parents! He screeched, pushing the staff away from him.

“Where are mom-- and dad?!” He was so choked up but he managed to say it somehow. They tried to set him an IV drip, but he couldn’t care less for that at the moment. He kicked at the hands pressing him down. “W-where?!”

“Ah… You mom and dad are at the ER, they’re being treated right now. It’s okay… They’ll get out, rest, and you all will go home.” The doctor in front of him tells him, but the smile he wears doesn’t reach his eyes, and Hajime only grows more worried. He stops flailing and just cries harder, trembling as the tears fall down his cheeks.

He ignored the world as they put the IV drip on him, and gave him all the painkillers he needed. He needed them, but his pain didn’t leave, only replaced by his emotions that overflew him within seconds. It was as if his whimpers went unnoticed by the entire staff, as if they couldn’t find it in themselves to care. How did he find himself in a room full of people, feeling so lonely? Their indifference made him feel as if he’s a lost cause.

He’d rather just die like this.

Soon, they all started to leave as they finished treating him. The room grew quieter by the moment, and it was maddening. Before the doctor left he told him somebody would come by later to tell him how his parents are doing and watch if he needs extra care. Where is that person? He needs someone here. He can’t breathe, something feels wrong when he does, not enough air. He can’t relax like this - he’s going crazy.

The door to his room opened in a haste, and a girl in a uniform entered the room. What is this person doing here? She’s not a doctor. Is she even allowed to be here? At his state there is hardly any reason for them to allow visitors, much less strangers into his room. But she still perked up as she saw him, from some odd reason. She comes closer, sitting next to his bed on a stool that was brought there earlier.

“How are you feeling?” She asks him. He frowns. Obviously he’s been feeling like crap - he has a punctured lung, and they said he had a concussion earlier. His head took a few tough blows, apparently, and he guessed that’s why he heard the nurse say he’s not alright in the head. He doesn’t really understand them, but he guessed it didn’t matter as he had been on painkillers already, even if it didn’t stop the burn he feels when he tries to breathe.

“Bad.” He doesn’t waste his breath. Hajime’s body feels so weak, but he is forced into moving as he coughs. Coughing hurts. His body is trying to kill him and he could see a few drops of blood on his hand. The doctors warned him about it. Told him to be careful if he starts coughing blood. Tears that rose to his eyes again, now from discomfort, fell. “I-I… want mom and dad.”

The girl in front of him holds her her breath watching him. “Your mom and dad are still in the ER… Their surgeries take much longer, I’m sorry. If I could let you see them sooner, I would... I’m Hinami Fueguchi, I’m the daughter of one of the doctors in this hospital. How about I’ll stay with you until your mom and dad will be able to come?” She smiled sympathetically at him.

He wanted to scream. Will they be able to come at all? How long has he been here by himself? How long can a surgery take? Does this girl even understand what he feels like at the moment? “Do you even know how it is like to wait?” He gritted through his teeth.

Hajime just threw that sentence at her because he was angry. He didn’t really expect the flinch it earned from her, or the way her head fell to look at the floor. “Yes. It’s why they sent me here, Hazuki-kun.” She answered. “I’ve been waiting for my own mother for a bit, already.”

He feels a bit guilty, bringing up the topic, but more than that, he feels at loss. What is quite a bit? Is it a long time? Would he have to wait for them for that long too? He wants back to their arms. Even if it means the scolding when he eats too much sweets, or their perfectionism when it comes to how he should be like. Hajime wails.

She takes his hand in hers. Her hold is tight, and the warmness of her hand is somehow comforting enough that he can reduce his cries to sniffles. As if she took his pain into her, her eyes become glassy too. “Would you let me wait with you?” She asks again, her voice the slightest bit strained.

He holds her hand back. He doesn’t know her. She’s a stranger. But right now, he’s in a strange place, and he doesn’t want to be alone. “Yes.”

He falls asleep not long after.

When morning comes, Hinami is still there on the stool next to his bed, and holding his hand.

It’s seven o’clock and Hinami found herself lingering near her mother’s bed silently. She knew for a fact Ayato and the children left already - she actually heard them passing by, or more correctly, making a ruckus in the hospital around half an hour ago. Banjou came by to tell her how funny it was to see a young adult dragging away three children from Hajime’s room, yelling at them it’s time to go home.

Hinami smiled to herself at the thought. It really was a good idea to bring the kids over here. She could imagine Hajime’s face - probably embarrassed, telling them to leave already. She barely saw him with a smile these days, but she couldn’t help but imagine him with one for this scenario. Hinami already saw glimpses of enjoyment in his eyes as he played today. He may have stayed in bed as always, but she knew this could be a start of a welcomed change, should this become a regular occurence.

She felt pride surge through her. Hinami was glad she could help Hajime, even if it was just by bringing over people he could talk to. If only it was possible with her mother… Hinami sighed. Her mother’s serene features were just the same as she was healthy and lively, but the way her body remained in fixed position, not even a lift of a finger, made her look more like a wax doll rather than her mom.

The heart monitor was the only comfort she was provided with - Hinami liked to imagine that sometimes when it moves and shows the lines that go up and down, it was actually her mother answering her. It may have been the machine, but that idea helped her cope better with the coma. At least the heart monitor answers, even if it’s just an annoying ‘beep’ to anyone else.

Right now, speaking to her mom seemed like a good idea - she had two tiring weeks where she didn’t get to really be with her mother, and it was a source of comfort she very much needed these days. Hinami sat near Ryouko’s bed. She longingly eyed her hand, but unlike Hajime, she knows Ryouko will not hold her hand back. Her hands stay on her knees.

“Hey, Okaa-san.” She greets, a bit hesitantly. She talked to her mother like this before, but the unnatural feeling of it all never goes away. It’s awkward while it’s happening, but she decides it’s worth it as she usually feels better afterwards. “I got my Biology test yesterday. You know, the one I thought I failed? Well, I got full marks.” She told her, sparing a look at the heart monitor, that showed the lines rising high.

Hinami wonders if it meant her mom was happy. “Sorry I didn’t came by ever since I told you.. I just had two tough weeks. But everything is getting better lately, too. Do you remember Hajime kun? That kid I told you we have to adopt when you wake up?” She giggled as she said it. Hajime only calls her Hinami, but she sees him as a little brother. And he didn’t seem to dislike the idea when Ayato called her his sister.

“I convinced him to meet a few of the children I’m seeing at the orphanage today. I think he had fun, Okaa-san. I’m so happy for him… And also, I get along pretty well now with the people in the orphanage. I don’t think Kirishima-kun hates me anymore. Though I’m not sure why he did in the first place.” She kept talking. The lines on the heart monitor rose a little less than before, and Hinami decided it meant ‘go on.’

“Kirishima-san, though, well - I mean his sister, is really nice to me. Maybe she feels kind of bad after what happened with her brother. But it’s fine, everything else is going smoothly.” Another small, short jump on the heart monitor. “Chiasa and Kanna as usual are over the top.. But they’ve been really supportive lately. They took me to an ice cream shop because I was sad. That day ended up being a nice day.” Another short, slow line appears.

“So… Everything is really getting better Okaa-san. I’m really happier lately. Even if Otou-san is not around as much anymore..” Hinami said. The room grew quiet. Hinami looked at the heart monitor, and saw a flat line.

Her heart dropped. “O-Okaa-san? Okaa-san!” Her first response was to reach for her mother, shaking her by her shoulder. Soon enough Hinami realized it’s not going to help - she’s wasting time. Her mother is in danger and she’s wasting time. Hinami ran out of the room, screaming for the nurses outside.

This cannot be happening. The heart monitor isn’t moving at all, it’s been three minutes, why does it not move, why won’t her mother answer? “Somebody! Please help!” She yells through the hall. On any other circumstance she wouldn’t yell, it’s not allowed, but right now, screw the hospital and its rules.

A couple of nurses she knows rush to her, entering the room. Hinami feels relief showering over her. They could help, they’ll call the doctors. It’s going to be alright, like every emergency case she has ever saw occur. Right?

But the nurses, they don’t move. They are watching her mom withering away, doing nothing. Looking at Hinami with pity reflecting in their eyes and whispering between themselves. Hinami feels the rage welling up inside her. “What the hell are you doing?! Help her! Please!” She screams at them, and they both flinch. But they don’t move.

“Why are you just standing there?!” Hinami, at this point was crying. She could swear she could see her mother’s skin turning into a white, dreadful shade. Hinami’s heart was about to pound out of her chest - if only she could have given those beats to her mother to have.

One of the nurses finally decided to open her mouth. “Hinami-chan, we’re not allowed to-”

“What do you mean, not allowed to?!” She didn’t need to hear the rest. She knows already what they’re about to say. Since when did the hospital decide to give up on her mother? Does her father know about this? There is no way he would agree to this! He threatened to leave the hospital back when she just fell into the coma!

“We were told that her condition is not redeemable, Hinami-chan… She just gets worse… We were told to not do anything, should this happen…” They were told to let her die.

“By who?!” She screams at the top of her lungs.

“By me.” Hinami hears a masculine voice to her left, and her head snaps towards it, right away. Her lips tremble. A man with a white robe and thin, sharply designed eyewear enters the room. Her father enters the room.

He doesn’t spare even one glance at his dying wife.

Hinami wants to fall to the ground, scream, shout and throw a tantrum. She wants to go to her father and tell him he’s an asshole and that she doesn’t want to see him ever again, and she wants to go to her poor mother, and cover her ears as he says he doesn’t want to keep her between the living anymore, knowing that Ryouko could not do it herself. She wanted so much - but her hands feel so tied.

“She’s not going to wake up, Hinami. Stop your tantrum, it’s a hospital. People are sleeping in the rooms nearby.” She can’t believe what she’s hearing. She can barely bring herself to weep. Hinami is frozen in spot as her eyes widen at him. How can he be so calm about this?

Hinami drags her feet to her father, tears still falling down her cheeks, her sniffles sound as pitiful as she is at the moment. “O-Otou-san, please, you are doctor, you can save her! You can save Okaa-san, please!” The fact she even has to beg her father to save her mom was ridiculous to her. Disgustingly ridiculous.

“No.” He says. Hinami whimpers louder, holding onto his white uniform robe. Instead of sadness, anger surges, and she looks up to him, glaring. “It’s your job! What kind of doctor are you when you can’t even help your own family!” She pushes him away she yells, only to lung at him again. Her hands are in small fists, and she hits him across his chest.

“I hate you! I hate you so much! I know you wouldn’t do anything for me, but I didn’t think you’d be that horrible to leave her behind too!” She keeps yelling. The world around her doesn’t matter, all of these rooms are the same anyway. All of these people are the same. Hypocrites. Her mother is gone and it’s because they chose not to save her.

“Hinami-” Her father starts again, holding onto her arm but she cuts him off, pushing it away.

“Don’t touch me.” She growls at him, her voice bitter and strained.

She already knows that he won’t listen to her. That he won’t save her mother. Staying in this humiliating position where even her dad won’t listen to her as people watch them was not something she could bear anymore. She cannot bring herself to look back, Hinami is scared to see what’s lying on the bed behind her.

Not waiting a second longer, she takes off - running away from the room, still crying. And she’s not surprised when she looks back and sees her father is not on her tails.

#ayahina #kirishima ayato #fueguchi hinami #tg #hajime hazuki #fl #chaptered #this was hell to edit omg

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