#I was actually trying to look up if there's a word that describes something eerie yet comforting. like bittersweet being sad and happy
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ngl guys. linnell looks so good in the "birdhouse" video.
#I mean he's just a generally attractive guy anyway but. hi#it's a perfectly sweet and happy song too they didn't have to do all that. glad they did tho it makes for such an entertaining video#I was actually trying to look up if there's a word that describes something eerie yet comforting. like bittersweet being sad and happy#I guess the closest thing to this concept is sublime. interesting cause I'd never heard it in that context before. but useful to know
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A Mammon Analysis Written By A Mammon Kinnie! :8D
It's time to make y'all love this magnificent bastard even more than you already do so we can finally have something just happen in this fandom!
First off, the analysis.
A lot of people seem to think of Mammon as "dumb" or "oblivious", when he's far from either. Mammon is actually a very intelligent and attentive person, but just like most subtle things about him, it can be hard to notice because of his eccentricities.
As far as I see it, Mammon views everything he does as an investment to some extent, whether it be a literal monetary one or one of time, effort and/or attention. This is also one of the big things that make him so relatable to me. It's also worth noting that as a flipside to this, he also sees any option he's presented with in terms of physical or emotional value and trying to maximize said value as much as possible.
Mam doesn't interrupt "Two Minutes Notice" not because he's stupid, but because insults don't truly detract from the value of him or anything he has, not to mention the fact that he could tell that a lot of people would be willing to buy the song, just look how many are hanging of Fizz's every word when he describes having a crappy boss.
Likewise, criticizing Fizz's weight is something Mam solely does because it helps profits and has no genuine personal issue with Fizz potentially getting chunkier.
This shows something else interesting about Mammon, he doesn't really want to do destructive things, people just keep giving him every reason to do so, he's not dangerous on his own.
Every action Mam takes that makes Fizz uncomfortable is a direct result of him catering to what the consumers want, whether it be religiously watching his spokesman's weight for the sake of keeping the skinny sex-bots accurate, or forcing a mentally unstable person to spend a lot of time socializing to get people to pay admission for a meet-&-greet.
There's also the fact that he runs Greed in such a way that benefits Hell as a whole way more than Ozzie and Bee do. Admittedly, he over charges for his products, but said products are up to snuff, you'd expect him to peddle cheap junk that falls apart almost instantly, but no, he makes quality products and just charges extra. He really is a shrewd businessman when you get down to it, and that's something a lot of people have sadly overlooked when discussing our favorite spider.
Which brings me to my next point, Mammon being a spider is actually really clever, assuming what I'm about to describe was intended and not just me reading too much into a cheap Australia joke. Spiders are often shown as eerie and a way of reminding the viewer of a piece of media that nature can be scary, and though they do some really weird and freaky stuff, that's also the beauty of spiders. They have some of the most innovative and distinct hunting patterns in nature, they're more of a neutral presence, just like greed itself.
I've seen many people claim in their analysis of Mammon that "greed can't be good" which is just demonstrably untrue, greed is really just any action that prioritizes bettering oneself, it's only destructive if you are willing to be destructive, but even then it can lead to innovation and broad positive change, even if someone is worse off because of it.
Lastly, I want to discuss Mammon's obvious need for personal affection, the big guy is blatantly touch starved and craves a close connection, I have a rather headcanon-y idea about the origin of this behavior and I plan to link to it once I post about it in detail, but that can wait. However, this does reflect that idea of value and investment, Mam has yet to find someone who is both pleasant for him to be around and whose company has a reasonable "price". I see many possibilities for exploring this facet of his characterization and look forward to seeing the discussion about it grow.
Stay tuned for my HCs and theories about his Stinginess! ALL HAIL MAMMON!
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Kind, gentle, loving, caring. All words youâd never use to describe Eric. Ruthless, sadistic, cold hearted, psychotic. Now those were words youâd absolutely use to describe him. Youâve seen him fight to the death, kill people in cold blood, threaten people within an inch of their lives. He valued power and ruthlessness over anything.
Your eyes tracked him around the room as you practiced. Today it was knife throwing. Throwing knives was something you took to with ease. It was as simple as breathing to you. Lining up your target you launched the knife, bullseye. Looking smug you stood suddenly feeling a burning feeling in your back discreetly you looked around finding Ericâs eyes suddenly locked onto yours. Looking forward you looked up at Four âhow was that?â You asked.
âYour shoulders are still really tense y/n. You need to breathe, you're good at this but you need to relax and quit being so tense.â He said turning you away from him and pointing to where you were most tense. âYou're holding tension right at your shoulder blades. You've got good form, just need to quit being so tense.â
âIâll relax when psycho quits watching me. Itâs like looking into a lake of ice. When he smiles itâs like looking at your own death. Why is he like that?â You muttered so no one but four heard as you turned to look at him.
âHeâs always like that. Believe it or not he was born in Erudite. Heâs actually wicked smart from what I hear, but he's too much of a psycho to use his brains.â Four muttered back.
âWow. And here I thought Eric was all jacked up muscles with no brains.â You laughed out loud. Wrong move like his name was a beacon, Eric was suddenly behind you.
âWhat was that initiate? You got something smart to say? Or are you just trying to flirt with four hoping heâll give you attention?â Eric asked, arms crossed. Four gave you a warning look but you opened your mouth.
âI was simply asking four if your personality was the only dick you had and if thatâs why youâre such a huge dick to everyone. To make up for what you clearly lack below the belt. Is that why you hate four so much? Because he has what you clearly lack?â You said, spinning around to face him with an unimpressed look on your face. But you realized a second too late that you had just crossed a line. The rage that appeared in Ericâs eyes was one youâd never seen. Not even when he shoved Cristina off the railing.
The room went dead silent. Not a soul breathed, moved or spoke. You stared into those icy blue eyes. You were dead and you knew it. The look of eerie calm that crossed Eric's face suddenly scared you more than anything ever had before.
âThatâs big talk coming from you. The only thing you got going for you is you trailing after Four like a puppy. What hoping if you follow him long enough maybe impress him enough heâll fuck you? You arenât desirable, not by a long shot. Now, since you want to run your mouth. Get in the ring.â He said that wicked smile suddenly crossed his face. You swallowed looking back at four who looked impressed at your guts but also incredibly wary of what was about to happen. âNow y/n! When I tell you to do something I expect you to fucking listen. Or do you only listen to your owner?â He said, pulling his vest off and dumping it ring side. For a second you were stunned, his tank top leaving very little to the imagination. âLet's see how smart you are after I get my hands on you.â He snarled, piercing your soul with his icy gaze. You had to fight him. This wasnât gonna end well.
Walking into the ring you could feel anxiety fill your stomach. Youâve seen Eric kill someone bare handed. Why did you have to go and open your big mouth? Shrugging off your coat you stepped into the ring. Before he even said anything you were already in stance you knew him well enough he never gave warning. Sure enough he came at you. You narrowly dodged his fist only to be caught by his knee. Wincing you spun yourself swinging your foot to roundhouse kick however you were too slow catching your foot, he swung his right leg catching your left ankle and dropping you. As he advanced, you used both feet and launched him back as hard as you could, stumbling he landed stomach first on the ground. âNowâs my chanceâ you thought moving fast you pinned his legs preparing to aim for the back of his head.
âNot so fast fat ass.â Suddenly you felt his feet come up and in a blur he flipped your positions. You laid flat on your stomach Eric pushing against your back with his hand wrapped around your throat. âIâm stronger AND faster than you are. Just know I could kill you. Iâm not four I wonât have pity on your sorry ass.â He whispered his nose brushing against your ear breath fanning the back of your neck. You could feel the hairs on your neck stand up. Squirming trying to free yourself you suddenly froze when he dropped more of his weight on you and you suddenly realized just how you were laying under him. You could feel his entire groin press against your ass. âNow. Listen and listen well.â He whispered. Nodding subtly to show you understood, but avoiding detection by the surrounding crowd he continued âmy quarters. Tonight. Midnight. Got that? Maybe youâll finally learn respect after Iâm done with you.â He growled out still in a whisper. You nodded again before feeling his weight lift. Shakely you stood up, four next to you in an instant staring at Eric.
âWhat the fuck was that Eric?!â Four snapped, helping you steady yourself, checking your throat and the rest of you. The look of anger on fours face wasnât one you saw often.
âJust reminding fatty of her place. Maybe now she will remember it before she gets mouthy with me again. You should learn to control your PET better.â He shrugs, emphasizing the word pet, turning and walking away as he pulled his vest back on. You watched as his muscles flexed. He could have snapped your neck had heâd chosen too. So, why didnât he? What was he playing at? Was this some sick game?
âWhat did he say to you? I saw his lips move some.â Four asked, staring you in the eyes. He could tell by the look on your face it was nothing good.
âHe was reminding me how easily he could kill me and that he wouldnât lose an ounce of sleep over my death. Said next time it wonât be a fight heâll just shove me off the second level into the pit.â You lied. âMâfine Four.â Turning and leaving. Heading to your room took about five minutes. Eventually arriving you scanned your card entering your room.
âWhat the actual fuck does he want me at his quarters for!?â You thought aloud. Collapsing on your bed you stared at the ceiling a million thoughts flowing through your mind. Slowly you fell into a slumber after a couple hours.
~dream~
You stood in the middle of the ring. Looking around you were completely alone. Suddenly you felt a piercing stare. Standing stalk still you didnât dare turn. Holding your breath you could hear his foot fall. Closing your eyes you didnât want to see him. Working hard to keep your breathing steady you could feel his gaze shifting. He was circling you like a hunter circles his prey.
âLook at you. All bare for me. Are you always such an easy slut? What would four say if he saw his little pet naked for me and not him?â He said right behind you. Gasping, you went to move only to feel something yank you to the ground. Knees collided painfully into the cement.
âA slut canât be a virgin. Iâm still a virgin and Iâm no oneâs pet.â You say back hearing him prowling again.
âAre you really? Not surprising youâre not exactly pretty, and here I thought four had already fucked you and thatâs why you trailed after him.â He says. You realize heâs right behind you again. Desperately you tried to move away but you were stuck to the floor. âBut, you donât have to have a pretty face to get your throat fucked, your pussy eaten, or that same pussy stuffed with my cock. At least Iâll have the balls to do what he wonât.â He said grinning as a shiver ran down your spine. Whining low in your throat you felt him tangle his hands into your hair. âOpen your eyes bitch.â
~end dream~
Your eyes suddenly snap open sitting up with a gasp you peer at your alarm clock 11:45 pm.
âSHIT!â You yelled as you tossed on a tank top and shorts grabbing your coat. You run from your room sliding your coat on as you sprint down the halls 10 minutes later you arrive outside of Ericâs door. Bending over you fight to steady your breath. âTime to face whatever sick game he has in store for me.â You say softly. Raising your hand you knock three times when suddenly the door slides open.
âIâm prepared to ta-â suddenly you take in whatâs in front of you. A very wet and very naked Eric. Eyes raking his form. From his hair that was currently tied up. down to his shoulders and chest, your eyes taking in the black ink on his throat, you watched as water droplets rolled down his throat, pecs, arms, and down to the towel that hung loosely on his hips. Dear god did he smell incredible. Even more so he looked incredible.
âAre you done gaping at me? Youâre acting like youâve never seen a naked man before. I know Iâm more impressive looking than four but seriously.â He said, turning to walk back into his quarters. Standing in the doorway awkwardly you watched as he moved about his muscles flexing on his back.
âHey dumb ass are you going to keep standing there or are you going to come in? I didnât tell you to come here just so you could see me after I showered.â He said a cocky edge to his deep voice.
âOh sorry I just didnât know if you actually wanted me to follow. Iâm already in deep shit with you.â You said stepping inside as the door shut. Youâd never been to a leaders room. Not even fours. You were friends ya but not that close of friends.
âGo take a shower. Now. You smell like four. Your sweat smell doesnât bother me in fact itâs quite hot knowing you sprinted here desperate to see me, but his smell does. Iâll never understand why you are always so close to him. You always smell like him, itâs disgusting.â He said, watching your face ignite crimson at the realization that he knew youâd run across the compound to get here; however what he just told you to do was far more humiliating.
âIâm sorry, what did you just say?!â You blurted out. Staring at him, shock and annoyance clear on your beautiful face.
âAre you deaf or just stupid? I said, go. Take. A. Shower. NOW.â He punctuated each word. God he loved seeing you riled up and flustered. Itâs why he watched you in training so heâd have plenty of images to get off too.
âMânot stupid ass hat. And I donât have any of my shower stuff so what do you expect me to use to get his scent off of me? Besides that, how do you know I smell like Four? What. Are you jealous that I don't smell like you instead? Wish I followed you around like a lost puppy as you like to call me?â You asked, hands on your hips. You know copping an attitude with him was the wrong move but after being pinned to the ground with his dick pressing into your ass, and then the dream you were on your last thread of patients with the man in front of you.
âI know what you use, your scent is pretty strong first thing in the morning especially right after you get yourself off. All of your shower stuff is in there. Towels on the counter. Hurry up. Iâm not a patient man.â He spoke ignoring the last half of your statement. Truth was, he was jealous. Jealous of the attention you gave to Four. Angry that his scent wasnât on you, but fourâs was, it was disgusting. âI will move you myself y/n if you donât move your ass. And you wonât like me doing it. Or maybe.â He said approaching you, your back colliding with the door. âPretty little brats like you prefer it rough. Prefer to be broken by a man, broken till youâre begging.â He whispered in your ear. Shuttering you ducked under his arm and almost ran for the bathroom. If only to put space between you and Eric.
Locking the door you stared into the mirror. âPretty. Little. Brat?â You asked softly. âMe?â Slowly you dropped your coat to the floor. Slipping your shorts, tank top, and underclothes off you slipped under the warm spray of the shower. Washing up your mind drifted back to the very naked Eric in the other room. The feeling of arousal hit you like a freight train.
Stepping out of the shower you began drying off. You kept your back to the mirror not wanting to see your own reflection. Honestly you hated how you looked.
âDonât bother getting dressed y/n not like you could anyways, since you know, I have your clothes. Your panties smell amazing, never realized I made you so wet.â You heard him say an edge of smugness to his voice. Your eyes widen as a horrifying realization crosses your mind. He stole your clothes. âGIVE ME MY FUCKING CLOTHES RIGHT NOW YOU PERVERSE PSYCHO!!!â you screamed. Now you were pissed.
âCome get them.â He said flatly. He wanted to see you. See your beautiful chubby body. See how you looked completely naked. You always looked so good in your training clothes. Tight leggings and a T-shirt. Your casual clothes looked just as good.
âNo.â You snapped back. You couldnât stomach the idea of him seeing you naked. He looked like, like a fucking god. The muscles, the black ink in his beautiful skin, the metal that pierced his flesh. Those icy blue eyes of his that made your heart pound. He was absolutely breathtaking to you. Ya four was impressive, but Eric is who made adrenaline and arousal flood your veins.
âI already saw you naked once when I grabbed your clothes.â He sounded absolutely and entirely too smug about that. âNow. Either get out here willingly or Iâll open the door and drag you out. On second thought.â You heard him approaching the door. Desperate you scrambled into a corner of the bathroom. âCome here. Your final initiation is happening now. Iâm also gonna show you exactly what I have below the belt since you want to know so bad.â Grabbing your hair he pulls you up pinning you to the bathroom wall. âAre you ready?â He asks cold eyes staring deep into you. That wicked grin on his face. You were in danger and you knew it.
âNo. Iâm not. Because Iâm not sleeping with you now, give me my fucking clothes.â You say trying to push him away desperately ignoring his bare skin against your hands. You swung for his face only for him to catch one of your hands kissing your pulse. Your heart nearly stopped at that. His hands were scarred, a reminder of just how violent he was. You stared as he lay his face against your palm. Youâd never seen Eric like this.
âNo. I donât think I will. You still need to be punished for your smart mouth comment. Besides I'm curious what it is that makes you so fucking aroused that you have to cum almost every morning before coming to breakfast. You think I can't smell it? Ever wondered why I ALWAYS walk behind you in the dining area?â He said suddenly standing up to his full height and dragging you by your wrist he yanks you from the bathroom. As he pushes you towards his bed he manages to grab the back of the towel you wore. Shrieking, you covered yourself.
âEric Iâm not sleeping with you now stop and like hell would I tell you what I do in the morning. You're just hoping I say it's you fucking me in the middle of practice area, or you gripping my hair as you fuck me right on the edge of the pit.â You said voice quivering. You were scared. You may be dauntless but that doesnât mean there wasnât some fear there still. You feared several things. This. This was one of them. You also realized about a minute to late what you'd just revealed to him.
âI thought dauntless were supposed to be fearless in the face of danger? Or is your âbraveryâ a lie? You barely survived training.â Eric said taking in your plush form. You were hot. There was no question about it. Heâd rigged your results to ensure you survived. He wanted you. One way or the other he was going to have you. âWant to know why you survived training and werenât forced to become factionless?â He asked, grabbing your ankle and yanking. âBecause I fixed the results.â He said an inch from your flushed face. âNow you owe me y/n and maybe just maybe I'll make those dreams of yours a reality.â He added as an after thought.
âI donât owe you shit. I didnât ask you to do that. Thatâs on you not me.â A whine left your throat as his fingers suddenly slid between your folds and the images of those dreams flooded your mind.
âWell fuck. Youâre absolutely drenched. You really are a slut arenât you.â Eric said, grinning at you as he watched his fingers rub your clit. He watched you squirm. Fuck he loved watching you like this.
âMânot. Sluts arenât virgins.â You say your face dusting crimson as you turn your head away from him. âIâve never seen a man naked. Iâve never kissed a man. Iâve never slept with a man. Never had a chance, Iâm not exactly a man's first choice to take to bed.â You admitted shame swelling as tears lined your lashes.
âWhat did you just say?â He asked, pulling you into a sitting position. âYouâre a virgin? You mean, he's never? You've never, with anyone?â For the first time ever you saw something other than cruel sadistic intent in his eyes. You saw shock. He couldnât believe it. No man had ever had you before. He couldnât understand why no man had claimed you. But he absolutely wasnât about to complain.
Nodding you stand up. âCan I leave now? No one has ever wanted me. And Iâm sure you donât actually want me. You just want stress relief.â You say gathering your clothes. Suddenly you feel an arm around your middle and hard muscle against your back.
âWho said I didnât want you? Do you not see me watching you? Do you not see the annoyance when four touches you? When youâre eating with your friends and one of the guys touches you? Or how you seemingly run into me constantly all over the compound? You think that shits by accident? Are you really that stupid?â He said, running his hands over your side. You suppressed a whine. Forcing your breathing to stay even, you did everything not to lean back into him.
âI thought you were just being a sadistic psycho who got off on playing mind games. I thought you followed me to cause anxiety.â You mumbled as you felt his hand on your throat. A whine left your throat as he pulled you back applying more pressure to your throat.
âI am sadistic. I am psycho. And you make me more of a sadistic psycho. It takes every ounce of my restraint not to beat the shit out of people who touch you. Itâs taking everything in me not to make you bleed as I fuck you into my mattress or on the floor or tied to the bed. I want to eat and stuff that fat little cunt of yours till the whole compound hears you and knows who actually owns you.â He growled as he gently rolled his hips.
âDo you know how many times Iâve cum thinking of you tied up and choking on my cock. Or me absolutely destroying you in the middle of the practice room in front of everyone just so people understand youâre not available for anything. I've had the same dreams you have.â he whispered, brushing the hair away from your face and neck. The towel felt soft against your bare skin. You'd never say it aloud but you wanted him.
âHow will you make me bleed? Where do you plan to make me bleed?â You moan out as his hardening cock presses against your ass. You could feel your pussy throbbing, clenching around absolutely nothing. âYouâve. Youâve really cum to the thought of me? Why?â You asked
âKnives, ropes, my belt, my nails and most importantly my teeth. Why? Because youâre absolutely beautiful, and accept it or donât but you are mine now. Your virginity is going to be mine. Iâm sorry, but I canât imagine letting another man take that.â Emphasizing the last part as he ran his teeth against your neck.
Your resolve began to slip. You always said youâd never give in to him or his bull shit claims of wanting you. That you wouldnât just sleep with just anyone the first time. A violent moan was suddenly pulled out of you as Eric slid his fingers between your thighs again.
âPlease. I need you. Iâll give you anything, be your everything. Please. Just give me you in return. Iâll give you every side and part of me.â He moaned out. âIâll stop if you ask, just know I do want you.â He said as he began rubbing his fingers in a circle over your clit. âI promise Iâll make it worth it.â
âEric. I-I want you. More. Iâm sorry for what I said.â You whimpered out as your knees nearly gave, catching you he guided you to his bed.
âOn your back legs spread for me.â He said, tugging the towel from his waist. You refused to look. You were scared to look. Suddenly you felt Ericâs tongue against your thighs. Resisting the urge to close your legs you gripped the sheets. Without so much as a warning he sank his teeth into your thigh. Crimson spilled from the bite. A high pitched whine tore from your throat. Turning his head he sank his teeth into the other thigh, smiling as he heard the whine leave you again, you were a masochist. Just his style.
âPlease Eric. Need it. Need you. Want you. Please.â You pleaded. Eric had never seen you so needy and beautiful. Deciding he couldnât wait much longer he dove into your pussy grabbing your thighs to keep them open as he kissed and licked at your clit, he slid his finger into you. Your teeth were clenched. Youâd never experienced this and fuck did it feel incredible. Suddenly a second finger was inserted and curled up. A loud moan came out of you.
âFuck so good. So fucking incredible please Eric please make me cum need it bad.â You whined fingers tangling in his dark hair.
âYou want to cum sweet girl? You want to cum for your master?â Eric asked as he continued to abuse your gspot. âYouâre so needy. So desperate. Iâm gonna remember this for the rest of my life. Youâre begging and pleading, desperate to cum. Iâm gonna enjoy reminding you that it was ME who did this to you.â He watched your face. Pupils' blown, face drenched in sweat, hair scattered, and an absolutely blissed out look on your beautiful features. âIâm gonna make you do something much better than cum my sweet pet.â He growled as he went back to desperately licking and sucking your clit as he kept constant stimulation to your gspot. Suddenly without so much as a warning your body seized, legs clamped shut as Eric pulled his head back at the last second, pleasure crashed over your body like a tsunami as your back arched and fluid gushed everywhere. You watched as it ran down Ericâs arm and palm as he continued to fuck you with his fingers.
You called his name like a mantra. Youâd never felt such pleasure in your life. Suddenly looking down at his arm and the mess below you sheer humiliation set in. Eyes brimming with tears you began an onslaught of apologies. âEric Iâm so sorry I donât know what happened I didnât realize I had to pee. I'm so sorry please donât be angry Iâll get thi-â suddenly you were shut up when Eric pressed his palm over your mouth.
âItâs called squirting princess. It happens. Donât worry itâs not piss. Actually Mânot sure what the fluid is.â He said. Slowly he stood from the bed you watched your cheeks flaming his bare ass was on full display as he walked across the room to his desk. Reaching underneath he pulled a secret compartment from underneath it. It was a tray of knives, a bundle of what looked like nylon rope, as he turned around you shut your eyes tightly, too scared to see what he was working with. You didnât want to see what was sure to be just as big as the rest of his body.
âOpen your eyes kitten. I want you to look at me. Take me in. Understand and memorize what your master looks like y/n. When you close your eyes I want you to remember exactly what I look like. I want you to look at me while youâre training and drench your panties because all you see is me naked. When youâre talking to him I want you to have to fight to keep control as I stare at you.â He commanded. His authority was one of the hottest things on the planet but now that youâd calmed some you were ready to test the limits and his patience with you. You knew you were playing with fire but you werenât gonna make this easy on him.
âNo.â You started simply, turning your head and keeping your eyes shut. âI donât want to. And you canât make me.â You said as you crossed your arms.
âI'll give you till the count of 3. Your bratty ass better have them open. Girls like you are the most fun to break. And believe me I will break you and mold you into my sweet little docile kitten.â He said. You let out a âhmphâ in absolute defiance you told yourself don't give in, you wanted to see what he'd do if you continued to act like a total brat as he called you.
â1.â He said you could hear him moving, you focused trying to figure out what he's doing. You could hear rope against wood. Dear god. You could hear him tying something.
â2.â Clanking of metal. The knives. Oh fuck he has knives you'd seen them. You could hear him picking them up and running them along something. âSharpening them?â You thought. Questioning your sanity as you sat defiant.
â3.â You heard him growl out âyou defiant little brat. You really love being in trouble with me donât you?â He snarled, running his hand over your throat. Without warning you were slammed backwards. Gasping in surprise you found him yanking your hands up his strength unmatched by you. Quickly he bound your hands, âdamn it he's goodâ you thought.
âI fucking warned you. Youâre gonna find out what happens when brats donât fucking listen.â He seethed. Suddenly he ran a blade over your wrist just enough to slice it but not enough to kill you. âI'd open your eyes if I was you, I'm sure you want to watch what's about to happen. I want you to watch me make you bleed.â Taking a deep breath you opened your beautiful eyes as they glistened with unshed tears. Slowly he repeated his earlier actions with your other wrist. âI want to see you cry.â He started, watching you. You could feel your breathing speeding up some. Tugging you looked up seeing your wrists bound to his head board in intricate knots. âYou really are talented.â You whispered softly.
âDown here kitten.â He rasped out. Youâd never heard Eric talk like this. But little did you know, you were the only one who had ever heard it. Slowly you tilted your head down towards him. There he was in all his glory kneeling before you Completely naked. Dick heavy and hard just waiting to stuff you absolutely full. You scanned him drinking in every single detail on his body. He was absolutely beautiful, a power house of muscle. It was at this moment you realized something. He was absolutely built to dominate in every thing he did including dominating his partner. He was going to absolutely tame you. Even worse, you realized he was built to kill.
âGood girl. Now. Letâs see how much you can take. See how long before you beg me.â He all but growled out. Suddenly there was a burning sensation on your leg. Wincing you watched him run the blade down your leg, small beads of blood forming. âLook at my sweet little kitten bleeding for me.â He mused as he moved to the side of his bed, only to press the blade against your plush belly, cutting a vertical line down towards your absolutely throbbing cunt. Who would have thought you'd be so aroused by blades and blood. You felt the blade dig into your plush thigh. A whine left your throat.
Moaning out, you bite your tongue, you refused to give him the satisfaction of submitting. A sadistic smirk crossed his face as he dug the blade into the valley between your breasts. This cut was deeper. Your back arched towards his blade. âWell, would you look at that? So desperate to be cut your arching for it.â He quipped with a gruff laugh.
âFuck you.â You shot back, fighting desperately to keep your composure. It was slipping. Fast but you werenât going down without a fight. You saw your opportunity when he reached to stroke your hair. In a flash you sank your teeth into his hand.
âYou little bitch!â He snarled. Before you could think he yanked his hand free, and suddenly you were flipped. Wrists crossed blood dripping onto his bedding. You watched the blood drip down your breasts. Your entire back and ass are now on display for him. âLetâs see how well you take this.â You watched from your peripheral as he grabbed a smaller knife almost like a scalpel. âJust so you NEVER forget who wrecked your innocence. So you never forget who you belong to, who LOVES you.â You froze. Your ears had to be lying to you.
âW-what did you just say?â You struggled to get out. This had to be a sick nightmare created by your mind. This absolutely couldnât be reality. Eric, he wasnât capable of love. Murder maybe but definitely not loving another human being.
âI said. I love you.â He repeated, you looked shocked. Turning your head, you stared at him. âShocking, I know. Big bad Eric is capable of human emotion. But I do genuinely love and care about you.â Without another word he dug the scalpel like knife into your flesh. You screamed out. It hurt, it burned, it was agony. Deep down though it lit a blazing fire in you. You needed the pain. It made this so much more real. The pain didnât stop for several minutes. You wanted to know what was carved into your back. Suddenly you jolted. Heâd slapped your ass. Whining loudly you pushed your ass back.
âPlease.â Was all that fell from your parted lips. Youâd lost. Your resolve was gone. He won. That fire that had been sparked now blazed like a raging wildfire. All you wanted was the pain. The pleasure. All of it. You needed Eric. You Loved this monster above you. A sick twisted part of you knew youâd always loved the controlling, sadistic psychopath.
âWho would have thought little miss mouthy would be such a little masochist.â He bit out as he watched you bleed. Grabbing your hips he flipped you to your back again. You winced when your right shoulder blade collided with the fabric of his blankets. You watched with wide eyes as he raised the blade to his mouth effectively licking your blood off of it.
âWhy donât you get a taste of my blood? Yours is absolutely intoxicating knowing it comes from your veins.â To your horror and surprise you nodded unconsciously watching as he licked the sharp blade and watched as he slid it straight down across his lip. You watched the blood drip down his chin desperate to taste it. You whined. Actually whined for him. Slowly he leaned in lips a mere millimeter from yours. Darting your tongue out you licked the blood from his bottom lip. Fuck heâs right. Itâs intoxicating. Suddenly you looked into his eyes.
âKiss me.â You pleaded. You two during all of this never actually kissed each other. He stared at you with a look of shock on his face. âYou know what never-â suddenly he had the back of your head and was kissing you. A whimper left your throat as he dragged the tip of the blade down your side. Slowly he pulled back smiling as you licked his blood off your lips. âWhat a messy first kiss master. You taste amazing.â You stared doe eyed at Eric. A look of absolute euphoria crossed his face. Heâd somehow got you. He didnât understand how, but you went from an absolute brat who refused to listen in the slightest, to a submissive little masochist who seemed to want nothing more than to please him. He didnât get it but fuck did he love it.
âIâm gonna mark your pretty skin up to make sure everyone understands who owns you. Is that okay kitten?â He asked, stroking your face.
Nuzzling into his warm large hand, laying kisses to it you whispered âcan I have my hands? I want to show you where. I promise to be goodâ he reached up, releasing one hand. âI want the letter E right here. Itâll be just visible for everyone to see without causing panic.â You said pointing to a spot just about 2 inches below your collar bone just above your breasts.
âIs that so, my little masochistic kitty cat?â He said before pulling your arm back up to be bound. You nodded at him and watched him grab the smaller blade again. âLook at you my sweet sweet kitten. Look at you wanting to be sliced up. You must really like me.â He said as he set to work carving the E into your beautiful skin. âAfter this Iâm going to absolutely wreck you.â He said. After five minutes of your whines and moans he finished. âNow thatâs a work of art. He groaned out seeing the mark on you. âAre you ready? Do you want me to make you cum again first?â you nodded desperate for the pleasure after the pain. You were nearly on the edge after all of this.
âDo you love me?â He suddenly asked. You stared confused. Did he not understand that you in fact did love him? You were letting him slice your skin open for fucks sake. âDo you love me y/n?â He asked, sounding annoyed. You nodded your head blushing. âSay it. I want to hear the words.â
âI love you Eric.â You whispered. He smiled moving down your body. You watched as he began to eat you out again.
âFuck mâclose already.â You moaned desperately. Without warning you came, your legs snapping shut on Ericâs head. you were clearly at that edge already it took barely 2 minutes, slowly you released his head from your thighs.
You watched Eric sit up pulling his hair down and running his hands through it. âIâm gonna release your hands, kitten. I expect you to put them to good use. Unless youâd rather dig a blade into my body.â He offered, gesturing to the small display-like box containing multiple types of blades. âEither way mark me as you see fit.â He whispers as he moves between your spread thighs. Staring into those icy blue eyes of his, you groaned as he pushed in. It hurt dear fucking god did it hurt. Grabbing the small blade next to you, gently you ran it from shoulder to shoulder. It was sharp because shortly after blood dripped down his sides. Without a second thought you ran your fingers through the blood as you dropped the blade. Staring right at Eric you did something you never thought you would. You slid your blood covered fingers into your mouth, lapping at his blood. He groaned loudly, the display beyond erotic.
âH-hurts. Fuck!â Throwing your head back you let out a loud moan, a sudden movement of his hips had him bottomed out, grinning at the look of agony on your beautiful features. Your tears were so fucking beautiful. Reaching up you pulled him into a heated kiss of tongues and biting, the taste of you and blood mixed on your tongue. As he began rolling his hips you raked your nails over his back pulling back from the kiss you pulled him closer sinking your teeth deep into his shoulder, you could taste his blood. You made sure to suck on the spot to leave a good deep bruise. The moan he let out was so animalistic you almost didnât believe it was him.
âE-Eric mâgonna cum again. Please. Fuck Ericâ you whined when Eric pulled out suddenly, but let out a yell as he flipped you over and slammed into you from behind. Reaching between your plush thighs he furiously rubbed at your swollen clit desperate to make you cum again before he did but it was gonna be close. You were so beautiful like this. Reaching down he yanked your head up by your hair.
âWho do you belong to? Tell me. Tell me who made you bleed, who took every ounce of purity out of your beautiful chubby body, who will be the only man to ever be in this tight little cunt of yours.â He demanded pulling harder at your hair.
âYou master. You only ever you.â You moaned out your orgasm right there in front of you.
âWhatâs my fucking name?â He snarled, angling his hips just right and nailing your gspot.
âERIC ERIC ERIC ERICâ His name, like a prayer falling from your lips as you fell off that cliff into blissful oblivion.
âFuck y/n where do you want your first load of cum?â He asked, his hips were losing rhythm.
âInside. Please stay inside.â With a final moan from both of you he slammed you back against his hips, absolutely filling you, a moan of relief leaving his lips.
âFuck. I didnât think I was gonna have that much patience.â Slowly he pulled out seeing blood from you and cum from both of you on his dick. âAre you okay y/n?â He stood from the bed grabbing all the used knifeâs. âI'm gonna clean these up. Really quick. Your clean clothes are in my dresser over there.â He said nonchalant.
âWhy do you have my clothes Eric? Also wait. Just a second.â You said, a look of suspicion written on your face. Slowly you approached him grabbing a knife. He watched as you sank it into his flesh. Hissing he watched you carve your name into the left side of his chest.
âI got into the bathroom without you seeing me right? You donât think I can do it while you sleep? I have an override card to get into any room if I need to. I took them last week. I had every intention of coming after you so I slipped in, grabbed them, and slipped out.â He shrugged as he turned back into the bathroom.
âYou broke into my room?!â You asked, indignation in your face.
âNot breaking in babe simply didnât tell you.â He smirked watching your face flush at the word âbabeâ. âAfter me cutting you, eating you out twice, making you cum 3 times, carving my initial into your skin, went balls deep and came in you, THATS WHAT MAKEâS YOU BLUSH?! CALLING YOU BABE?!â He laughed, it was a genuine laugh not that cold evil laugh but a genuine laugh.
âNot telling me is breaking into my room Eric.â You said pointedly avoiding the last half of his statement. You watched as he walked into the bathroom staring into the mirror.
âHey what do you think babe? You like it? felt it was only fair.â He stepped out revealing a y/i carved into his right pectoral muscle.
âYou didnât have to do that Eric.â You said embarrassed as you watched him clean the cut. âSo can I ask you something?â You heard the water turn on and him cleaning his knives.
âWhat?â He asked a stoic edge back in his voice.
âUhm. Well. Why? And what is all-â you fumbled over your words, desperate to get them out correctly.
âWell. Simple youâre my property. I own you. You own me. Simple as that. You arenât a one night stand thatâs for damn sure. And to answer your first question because I wanted to. Simple as that. Saw you when you became part of dauntless. Watched you turn your back and fall back into the net not even caring. Youâre absolutely fearless. Youâre tough as hell and mean as fuck. The comment about me being dickless bruised my ego.â He admitted with a chuckle.
âSo itâs because Iâm mean and not because you find me attractive?â You ask feeling self conscious. He reached his hand for you to take. Hesitating you slowly reached out taking it. He pulled you against his bare body kissing you. He pulled you so your back was in the mirror. You watched as he held up a mirror so you could see what was cut into your back. Heâd carved his name into your back.
âDidnât think I had to include that you're drop dead gorgeous.â He shrugged simply. âYouâve seen my strength. I like showing off to my partner that I can still manhandle her.â He said leaning on the doorway as you stood still taking in his name on your flesh. Your legs still shook some. âYou look like a newborn deer babe. Did you get more than you bargained for when you challenged what was below my belt?â He watched with that wicked grin of his.
âI need a shower. I donât want these cuts infected plus the dry blood is going to end up everywhere. Plus itâs itchy.â You said leaning into his large form.
âWe can shower together. You tore up my back.â He said turning around.
âHoly fuck Iâm sorry babe.â You said the word feeling unfamiliar on your lips.
âSâfine why apologize? I told you âyou better put your hands to good use.â I literally told you to.â He laughed. After a quick shower Eric helped you into his bed after he changed the bedding. âYou can barely walk around in here, you really think I'm gonna let you stumble back to your room? No.â Any other protest died in your throat as he held you tight. Inhaling deep, your nose filled with his cologne slowly you feel asleep around 330 am.
The alarm started screaming 630 am on the dot. Groaning you rolled over only to be met with Eric's blue eyes. âGood morning, beautiful.â He said, his morning voice, the sexiest thing you'd ever heard.
âSo last night wasn't a dream? I'm actually your girlfriend? And we actually had sex?â Looking down you saw your initial and name carved into his flesh.. Glancing down to your chest you saw the capital E freshly in your skin.
âNo, yes, yes.â He said smiling before kissing your lips. âJust know I won't go easy on you. Just cause you already made it doesn't mean you're done. You still have two weeks. So get dressed, go eat, and I'll see you at training okay baby?â Smiling, you kissed him one last time, complying with his orders.
âBaby. Do you have something I can cover these with? It's right in the path of my bra straps.â You motioned to the E and pointed to your back and held your wrists up.
âYa come here. Move your straps.â He said his hair falling forward as he covered the cuts with gauze. âShoulda remembered your bra strap, and should have moved it over before I did it.â he said a twinge of guilt in his voice.
âThat guilt I hear in the mighty Eric's voice?â You teased pulling your shoes on adjusting your shorts.
âOnly for you. Get going. Four normally gets here at 7:30 you can't be seen here. I don't feel like fighting right now.â He said stealing a last kiss and tossing you your coat. âI love you babe.â You froze.
âI love you too Eric.â You said turning pink, quickly you exited jogging to grab breakfast, while pulling on your coat you noticed something. It fits differently. Pulling the collar to your nose you realized why. Grinning you inhaled the cologne. âYou bastard.â You said grinning as you grabbed a plate of food and sat with your friends.
âWhere the hell were you?â Tris asked worry evident.
âEric demanded to see me to rip me a new one over my comment yesterday. Put me through hell over it.â You made sure your sleeves were pulled over your wrists.
âI'll do it again to initiate. Don't fucking cross me.â You heard his icy voice behind you. Swinging around you gave him your typical unimpressed look.
âGet fucked Eric.â You said, irritated.
âYou wish.â He said walking away. Rolling your eyes, you turned around continuing to eat. Covertly watching your lover from across the room.
âAlright initiates. Let's get to the training area. Move it. Come on what, too sore? You'll never survive dauntless if you can't handle pain. Weak is what you all are.â Eric's voice cut across the chatter. Quickly everyone headed for the training area.
~several hours into training~
âFuck it's hot.â You muttered as you continued running. When you all finally came to a halt you pulled your coat and long sleeve off.
âY/n what the fuck is up with all the bandages?â Four grabbed you staring at the gauze that was saturated with some blood. âWhen the hell did you get injured?! Why didn't you fucking report it?! You shouldn't be out here.â Four demanded anger evident in his voice as well as concern. He looked you over, seeing your wrists. âWHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU?!â He spun you around seeing the gauze on your back.
âShe did report it. To me. Is that a fucking problem?â Eric said walking between you two knocking fours hand off of your shoulders.
âWell what the fuck happened?!â Four asked voice raising. âHow did this happen y/n?!â His arms crossed. You stood trying to think of a lie, you didn't want to tell him the truth because you didn't know if Eric would be okay with your relationship being public.
âI did.â Eric said pure venom in his voice as he blocked Four from reaching for you again. âShow him y/n. Show him what they are.â He said with a smug look to his face.
âWhat? Are you sure?â You asked shock written across your face as Four looked between the two of you.
âEric. What did you do to her?â He asked through gritted teeth. By now all the trainees had gathered around to see what was going on.
âShow him y/n. Go ahead. Heâll find out eventually you aren't exactly quiet. I'll help, come here.â He said as he turned and you walked forward. He pushed your tank top and bra strap away, carefully he removed the gauze revealing the E to everyone. âTurn around.â He demanded. Slowly you turned around and winced as he removed the gauze off your shoulder.
âERIC WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HER?! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!â Four bellowed, absolutely enraged.
Standing between four and Eric you yanked Ericâs shirt up revealing the initial and name carved into his chest. You could hear gasps from the others , a look of shock and rage crossed fours face as he stared.
âIt was consensual. He didn't force me. I chose this. Just like I chose him.â You said shoving four back adrenaline pumping.
âYa. She chose me Four. Not you, not any of you weak losers, me. She may have followed you like a puppy but I showed what a man and master are. Too bad you didnât didnât think to take advantage. She WAS a virgin and she tastes incredible. Too bad sheâs mine now. Guess she wanted an actual man.â Eric said, pulling you back from four with an arrogant grin as he wrapped his arm around your waist keeping you close. âGet back to training what the fuck do you think you're all doing?â Eric yelled. âI brought extra in case that happened. Here go patch yourself up.â He said handing you the small container. Walking away you quickly cleaned the E covering it and taping down the gauze. You had more trouble with the Eric carved into your back. Tris ended up helping you, voicing her concerns but you ignored her.
âHave you lost your mind y/n?!â Four demanded Cristina in tow demanding the same.
âFuck you Four. I chose Eric. That's what he told me yesterday. He told me to meet him in his room. Yes I went, yes we had sex, yes he carved the E into my chest and his name into my shoulder, AND YES HIM AND I ARE TOGETHER. NOW FUCK. OFF.â You finished screaming at him.
~3 years later~
You sat staring at the scene before you. Four was holding the gun to Eric's head. You watched him pull the trigger. You don't remember what happened you just remember grabbing the gun in your leg holster holding it to your head hearing people screaming at you. You couldnât imagine living without your lover. The last three years flooded your mind. The love, sex, fights, make up, and the marriage. You stared at the ring on your finger. You refused to be in a world where he didnât exist.
âI refuse to live without him. He was my everything. My friend, lover and my husband.â You said, taking a deep breath you pulled the trigger. Your body hit the floor, blood pooling around your head. Youâd followed your lover just as you promised from the start. Youâd follow him anywhere, even in death.
~after death~
âYou look beautiful in white.â You heard a calm deep voice from behind you. Your white dress fluttered in the wind as you stood in the field as the sun set.
âWell you look good in your blackâ You turned, enveloping your lover in a tight embrace. Stepping back you saw the scar on your chest still visible as was his.
âI love you my beautiful angel.â He uttered. Stroking your face. You looked truly like an Angel to him. You truly would follow him even in death.
ïżœïżœI love you more my handsome devil.â Smiling, you kissed the love of your life as you both walked the Golden road together. This is how it would be forever. You and him.
Kind, gentle, loving, caring, sadistic, psychotic, and cold blooded. All words youâd use to describe Eric.
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Todays rip: 15/07/2023
*** EVERYTHING IS FINE ***
Season 7 Featured on: SGFR Presents: Shovelware from Beyond the Deep!
Ripped by MtH, Moder112
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Seven years removed from it, there's an undeniable magic to the first Season of SiIvaGunner. Setting nostalgia aside, I think the best way to describe Season 1 in particular would be...chaotic? It was a time before the channel had much of any quality standard, where any little idea could be tried just for the hell of it, and where a lot of rippers pursued individual passion projects disconnected from the main direction of the channel. I've covered one of those on this blog already - Collision Chaos Good Future JP [CD Beta Mix] - but today, we're taking a look at the legacy of a certain Barbie game's music on the channel.
Late in Season 1, during the channel's normal procedures, a peculiar figure named Mr Rental began showing up in rips of his own made-up game. Dissecting that entire storyline isn't really relevant for where we're going today: All that needs to be established is that the Mr. Rental rips were effectively ms-paint cartoon episodes about the titular character's absurd and often violent tendencies. In one episode in particular, Mr. Rental declared a mission statement to "ban all mashups", and thus began to show up suddenly in otherwise innocuous rips. What this translated to in-universe was Mr Rental being a full-on serial killer.
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Which transitions us to the Season 1 rip, Intro Title / Minigame Theme - Barbie Horse Adventures: Blue Ribbon Race, a rip with barely any music, and no album release. In truth, its not really trying to be a rip, once again playing to the chaotic nature of the Season I described before. The Barbie game in question is infamous for its title screen music being strangely eerie for the type of game its in, which this rip runs with - it plays the music to unsettlingly uneven camera footage of a CRT with the game's boxart, which slowly distorts Barbie's face before smash-cutting to a US Emergency Alert screen. In the midst of the channel's normal upload schedule, viewers got to see full-on analogue horror, as the majority of the video uses the Emergency Alert to inform viewers of a serial killer running loose in the SiIvaGunner universe - Mr Rental. As the rip ends, the words "EVERYTHING IS FINE" ominously flash before some ARG clues flash.
The storyline would eventually end, and this rip in particular never quite amounted to much in the end beyond scaring the shit out of unsuspecting fans. Yet those fans - like myself - were never able to forget it. It would appear that the team didn't forget, either: In both Season 3 and Season 4 Episode 1, the original rip would be referenced with remixes of the actual song, and now finally in Season 7 we have todays rip. As part of SiIvaGunner Fusion Records, *** EVERYTHING IS FINE *** is an extremely high-level, genuine quality arrangement of the original song, finally leaning headfirst into the full on horror sound of it with utmost sincerity. Several more layers are added to the track as it goes on to give it a sense of escalation, and at parts it feels as if its transitioning into a fully new piece with the lead melody. The original track's short nature was used as a baseline to craft something even darker, even moodier...and best of all, its able to play on that Season 1 nostalgia to heighten those emotions althemore.
For as much content is put out on SiIvaGunner over the years, it never feels like any piece of it is forgotten. A rip like Intro Title / Minigame Theme - Barbie Horse Adventures: Blue Ribbon Race, despite its original storyarc having ended and sitting below 50K views, keeps getting these loving nudges, reminding us of just how long its been.
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Code: July Day 4 - AU
I don't think this one requires much extra explanation, except for the fact that, in my head, this doesn't actually solve nearly as many problems as one would expect, because fate's cruel and life's complicated and just because someone wants to help doesn't mean they're always good at it.
Also, I'm gonna come back around to the art swap prompt later because I'm going the in universe route and my current idea would require me to research French classic rock.
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The first time Jim sees it, he very nearly chucks his attendance clipboard clean across the field in shock.
It happens while he's taking roll for the tenth-grade co-ed class, out on the track and field on an unusually warm spring day. He'd just been calling out names, idly letting his gaze run over the students present, when it had frozen him mid-list.
Annie Courtemanche. Day student, wanted to be a gymnast back since sixiĂšme but had recently changed her tune to wanting to become a dancer, even pushing for a club which he'd been all for signing off on.
He happens to glance over her when she thinks he isn't paying attention, and catches her staring at the ground with narrowed eyes. Her eyes are normally a very striking light green, so it's even more obvious that something is horribly wrong.
Jim can't see the sign they'd talked about from this distance, but it almost looks like her pupil has shrunk to a pinprick without an iris, the whites of her eyes almost too pure a white, flickering like television static.
"...Courtemanche?" he calls.
She raises her head and her eyes are normal again, just like that--Jim might've written it off as his imagination, but knowing what it actually meant, he couldn't possibly brush it off. It was too...eerie and wrong for him to have made it up, anyway.
"Here," she replies with all of her usual enthusiasm. She even sounds completely normal.
"Right..." Jim tries to ease up his sudden vice-grip on the clipboard. Good grief, it was like he was on the front line. He wonders where Class 4e-A is right now, but he can't recall their schedule off the top of his head. He'll just have to wing it.
It's an hour-long period, mostly devoted to stretches and stamina training. Courtemanche immediately falls over and complains that she'd torn something and had to go to the infirmary, despite being more than accustomed to these warmups.
(Belpois had tried that same trick not long ago, with really awful acting. Given he'd immediately asked Aelita to accompany him, Jim had simply assumed it was a pressing matter and had let him get away with it.
But Jim was on high alert for the students abusing his generosity, and upon seeing Belpois skulking back to his room in the middle of the day without so much as a limp, had confronted him about his "twisted ankle" healing up strangely fast.
It was meant to be mostly a joke, a prompt for him to explain what had actually happened, but Belpois had stared at Jim with a look of absolute confusion. Then, his eyes had widened and his expression turned absolutely stricken--he'd slammed his door in Jim's face without a word.
By the time Jim got back to his room, he'd received a painfully clinical e-mail describing the situation, and he cursed himself because he'd already managed to fail these kids he'd decided he was going to try and protect as best he could.)
"Let me see it," Jim tells Courtemanche, jogging over. "I know a thing or two about this, myself."
Her face twists for half a second, but she dutifully holds out her leg, though jerks it back when he tries to feel her ankle. "Don't touch it! It hurts!"
("Victims seem to be altered down to the molecular level," the e-mail had said. "My theory is that they are, essentially, converted partially intro electomagnetic fields. We know they have very little mass, and apparently their skin does not feel like a human's at all.")
Jim plays stupid. "Looks just fine to me. Hey, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to get out of class before we even got started!"
He chuckles heartily and ignores the other students' strange looks. He heads back to the other side of the field, and sure enough, Courtemanche gets up on her own a few seconds later. He feels her eyes--not her eyes--burning into the back of his head.
She tries the same sort of trick several more times throughout the period with increasing intensity--it's too hot, she feels sick to her stomach, she fell on the track. The real Courtemanche was physically healthy as a horse and refused to let anything stop her from training. It's hard to deflect all of her attempts, and he suspects some of the other students think he's being some kind of heartless tyrant denying help to a sick student. He can't afford to worry about that right now, he just has to keep her here for as long as he possibly can.
Eventually, the bell rings and he calls the period, the kids beginning to disperse. Courtemanche abruptly turns towards the school building.
"Courtemanche!" Jim calls out before he can think. Her shoulders visibly stiffen. He has to come up with the rest of the sentence on his feet. "I, uh, may I speak to you in private, briefly? Don't worry, you're not in trouble."
"But--I promised to meet someone at lunch...!"
Jim waves a hand dismissively. "I won't keep you long. Come on."
The other kids stare and mutter amongst each other, but after a few seconds of gawking, the clarion call of food wins out. The other kids walk away, and then it's just the two of them.
Come on, Jimbo, you've faced scarier than this.
Courtemanche shuffles up to him, rubbing her elbow with the opposite hand. "I don't know what this is about, but I really do need to go."
Now he has to come up with a reason to keep her talking. "Do you?"
"What?"
"Come on, walk with me."
She follows him to the track with very noticeable reluctance, but at least she is still following. Time for him to prove his mettle.
"Now, I understand that passions can come and go over time."
"...Huh?"
"Let me finish. You've been working real hard lately, and I respect that, it's one of those things that makes me think you're really gonna make it out there, you know? But I can't help but notice you seem to be falling off the proverbial horse, uh, so to speak. In athleticism as much as in creative pursuits, burnout is a real concern, especially coming out of the honeymoon phase of a new skill. You learn and train and make progress, and then you hit a wall, and you ask yourself do I really want to do this? You get tired! Browbeaten! But if you keep throwing yourself against that wall forever, you're not gonna break through before you hurt something, you hear?"
"Um..." Courtemanche looks so confused Jim almost wonders if he'd been wrong this whole time. "I think you have the wrong idea..."
("Victims are capable of behaving in a manner very reminiscent of their normal selves. This is because the victim remains intact and aware, albeit in an altered state of consciousness. They can still carry out XANA's instructions without the direct intervention of the spectral agent."
Jim had read those words twice to process them, then glanced towards his door into the boys' hall. Belpois was speaking from experience.)
...His blood starts to boil at the memory. He takes a deep breath. Not now. Don't break now. "Maybe so! But given your behavior today, it is still something I want to bring up. You're..." He scratches his head. "You're a tough kid, Annie. Determined. You're a fighter."
("They cannot be reasoned with or dissuaded, but there is some potential ability to delay themselves with conflicting signals to the nervous system if they attempt to regain control of their body.")
"I don't think you'd let this take you down so easily--burnout, that is. You're smarter than that."
Jim catches movement out of the corner of his eye. He turns his head just in time to see a blurry blue shape sprinting for the path into the park, a purple one just behind him. Courtemanche had stopped walking for a moment, but he catches her looking in the same direction.
She abruptly checks her watch. "I won't, you're worried over nothing. I have to go."
Courtemanche shoves him slightly in the arm, but it's not enough for him to lose his center of gravity, and when she pivots to walk away, he manages to grab her shoulder.
It feels like putting your hand in front of one of those old CRT televisions, that sort of fuzzy sensation.
"Not so fast!"
It comes out louder and harsher than he'd meant for it to, and he can tell by the way she--it--goes visibly rigid. Its free fist clenches tight at its side.
In one smooth motion, she turns on her heel and faces him.
This time, he sees the sign clearly--along with the hateful, yet somehow empty glare that does not belong on her face.
"...Jim?"
Jim blinks. He's lying on the track, cheek stinging with road burn and nose full of the smell of burnt hair. "Uh...?" He blinks several more times, trying to recall how he'd wound up on the ground. Had he passed out? What time is it?
"Jim, are you all right?"
It's not the same voice that had called his name earlier, and he drags himself into a sitting position, rubbing at his stinging cheek and glancing over to the sources.
It hits him like a ton of bricks.
"S-Striker! Puma!"
Stern and Della Robbia both give each other a look and roll their eyes. None of them seem to have taken to Jim's call signs too well--oh, well, they'd come around eventually, that wasn't important.
Jim scrambles to his feet. "It's--Annie Courtemanche, she--!"
"We know." Stern grimaces and rubs at his shoulder. Jim notices his sleeve is burnt in several places. "Trust me, we know. She cut the elevator cables and Spidermanned down the shaft."
Della Robbia whistles. "Whoof, you got on the wrong side of her too?"
He points in the vague direction of Jim's face, and Jim rubs his stinging cheek. Now that he's more conscious, he's fairly certain it isn't just road burn. "She kept trying to cut out of class," Jim mutters. "I tried to stop her..."
"You really didn't have to," Stern says, brows furrowed.
"No, no, I did!" Jim tries to pull himself up to his usual level of swagger. "For my honor as your protector!"
"...Uh-huh."
"Well, I appreciate it," Della Robbia quips, digging around in his pocket and pulling out his phone. "We still somehow scraped by just in time again. I feel like I've been run over."
"From what Aelita says, you were run over."
"Only a little bit!" Della Robbia raises his phone to his ear, other hand on his hip. "...Hey, Jeremie! Yeah, Jim's fine, he just got a little zippity-zap. We still doing the thing?"
"We wanted to warn you before we went back," Stern explains.
"Eh? Are you sure you want to do that?"
Stern shrugs. "The elevator's totally busted and there's no way we'd be able to fix it ourselves. Besides, Jeremie's probably got a concussion and Yumi fell off one of the rafters."
Jim's fists clench. This kind of thing is what keeps him doing this, despite the personal and legal risks to himself--they talk about getting attacked and almost dying like it's an annoyance, like it's bad food at the cafeteria or a spot of rain. These are teenagers, they should be worrying about girls or sports or test results, not this.
He doesn't know what sort of thing this XANA is, going after children like this, over and over and over. He'd like to give it a piece of his own mind, but that's not something he can actually do himself.
"...Okay, see ya this morning, Einstein," Della Robbia chirps, hanging up the phone. "T-minus one minute, we're going to just before breakfast. At least I'm gonna know to go for the sausage seconds early this time."
"And that means I'll be allowed to eat mine without you giving me horrible ugly puppy dog eyes, right?"
"Hehe, no promises! And they're very handsome puppy dog eyes, thank you very much!"
It absolutely boggles Jim's mind how these two can talk so casually after something like this, and that just makes him angrier. They're used to it. Belpois had said they'd been doing this for no less than a year by the time he'd found out about it, and now things only seem to be getting worse for them. They shouldn't be used to it. It's not fair.
They don't know the depth of the situation they've put him in, really. They don't know what kind of hot water he might be in if he gets found out in all this. But he's willing to do it because who else will, because someone has to know, someone has to keep them from running themselves into the ground.
The world slows to a crawl and then turns white. Jim's stomach briefly attempts to vacate his chest cavity.
Jim's in the cafeteria, just finishing up early breakfast at the faculty table. He doesn't even wait for the disorientation to pass before excusing himself and heading into the courtyard.
(There's no point to it, he knows, everything is fine now. But that doesn't stop him from wanting to check on Annie Courtmanche anyway.)
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13 Books Tag Game
Tagged by @bubblegum-blackwood
1) The last book I read:
Iron Flame by Rebecca Yarros - I absolutely devoured this sequel, omg. Obviously itâs nothing fancy or anything like that but hey whatâs wrong with a smutty YA? Not to mention DRAGONS
2) A book I recommend:
Perfume by Patrick SĂŒskind - when I read it I had no idea it was a whole entire modern classic, I just picked it up at Oxfam for like 3 for ÂŁ1 or something but, wow, I can 100% understand how it earned that status! If you like an eery not-too-long horror story with the most beautiful imagery describing some fucked up gothic storylines and a lot of social commentary, youâll love this book!
3) A book that I couldnât put down:
Ahhh ok, im gonna say In Memoriam by Alice Winn. The ending was⊠idk I wasnât really a fan of the ending, I thought it kind of disengaged and took away from the struggles and severity of war and sexuality the rest of the book portrayed but until that point the rest of the story was everythingggg, thereâs a sweet forbidden romance/coming of age/found family in the 1910âs propelling into a story of the horror of WW1 and losing everything you know. All I can really say is that I read it all in one go (more or less) and it had me laughing and sobbing throughout
4) A book Iâve read twice (or more):
I mean⊠thereâs an obvious choice here - The Picture Of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. HOWEVER Iâm going to absolutely cheat and also say Wuthering Heights by Emily BrontĂ«, the drama, the trauma, the vast majority of these characters are awful and I love it đ€đ€
5) A book on my TBR:
So many⊠so so many⊠Iâm gonna say House Of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski tho because it was expensive and itâs cool looking and Iâve actually been meaning to read that for a while but boy howdy itâs huge
6) A book Iâve put down:
The Tale Of The Body Thief by Anne Rice UGHH Iâm trying so hard!! Itâs so many words with so little going on, and I do enjoy it, I really do, itâs so goofy, but itâs so.. i mean verbose isnât really quite the right word but you know what I mean. Sorry mutuals :( I just need a break to read something short and silly - which Iâve almost finished the little series Iâm currently reading
7) A book on my wish list:
Prophet Song by Paul Lynch - it sounds absolutely soul crushing and miserable, I know this completely contradicts what I just said about being in the mood for a silly read but <333
8) A favorite book from childhood:
Omg 10000x the Skulduggery Pleasant series by Derek Landy, guys you donât understand, as much as I would love to talk about how my mum and I used to sit and read Anne Of Green Gables before bed or my Enid Blyton obsession when I was like 6, Skulduggery Pleasant was my absolute jam - I mustâve read that series (the original 9 + spin offs) a million times in primary school. I did keep up with phase 2 when that was coming out but I donât know if Iâll bother with phase 3, Iâm just too old now and phase 2 wasnât all that imo - I think itâs sort of beating a dead horse at this point :( but the original 9 and Maleficent Seven/Armageddon Outta Here were my childhood and I definitely absorbed Valkyrie Cain into my identity as a child so that series probably shaped a big part of who I am and my hobbies as an adult
9) A book you would give to a friend:
Love On The Brain by Ali Hazelwood. Silly, nerdy, fun, a cute little Pride and Prejudice-esque enemies to lovers feat. women in STEM
10) A book of poetry or lyrics that you own:
Ok so anyone whoâs seen my other poetry blog @apoemadaykeepsthehoesaway knows my obsession with The Complete Poems of Wilfred Owen (I have a lot of difference versions) AHHH by far my favourite poet - as you can imagine with such a young man, you can clearly see his changing mentalities, his growth as a person and a writer, his influences, and really gather a lot of context for whatâs going on with him in general through his poems. And he grew up in all the same areas I grew up in and hung around as a kid/younger teen, which I think adds to my personal interest in him too. Idk ig weâre very close friends on a parasocial level lol.
And ofc there really arenât that many poets around that give such visceral, truthful, and emotional insights to the First World War as Owen does (also a queer icon). He was my intro to war literature and I have tattoos relating to him, he and his work are just incredible to read about, would highly recommend having a look at Siegfried Sassoonâs war poems too; another very blunt poet who was a celebrity and war protestor at the time and happened to mentor Wilfred Owen, as well as being linked with other influential folks of the time such as Robbie Ross, Stephen Tennant, Rupert Brooke, and Ivor Novello. Ok Ill move on :,)
11) A nonfiction book you own:
Surprisingly I quite like nonfiction, mainly history and essays from philosophers and the like. Speaking of, Friedrich Nietzscheâs Beyond Good And Evil is a pretty solid one I own, Iâve never read anything where the author begins by calling himself and all his coworkers socially inept incels đ„č but even though I donât remember the specific reason I bought it (I was reading it to argue against some other philosophers in an essay in college and I really donât remember who or what it was) I remember it being a really interesting read
Or yknow in a more traditional sense of non-fiction, I also have Notes On A Nervous Planet by Matt Haig. Really helped me get through some stuff, if youâre struggling with anxiety or feeling a bit down lately Iâd very much recommend
12) What are you currently reading:
Omg ok, The Hitchhiker Trilogy by Douglas Adams, Iâm currently on book 3 of 5 - Life, The Universe, And Everything. Really silly and nonsensical space bs but somehow also a bleakly satirical social commentary on the unseriousness of our âseriousâ world. Really enjoyable, fairly political to some degree, really short (around or less than 200 pages a book), really fun. Martin Freeman truly was the perfect casting for Arthur Dent in the film of the first book. Full of that quintessentially British cynical humour and of course plenty of cups of tea
To give a little preview, the second book literally opens âThe story so far: In the beginning, the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.â
13) What are you planning on reading next?
Books 4 and 5 of The Hitchhiker Trilogy, and then I suppose I had better carry on reading The Tale Of The Body Thief :D
Tagging whoever wants to have a go, itâs super fun, sorry if I went on a bit on some of these đ
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A Campy Little Adventure
Hey there, anxiety clowns. Well, we've got a whole new MLP stack to get through! Normally I'd start up again with the main ongoing series, but the next two issues are the conclusion to the Discord arc. Considering it's the Spooky Month, that somehow doesn't feel right to review right now. Instead, I'm gonna try something a li'l different. To that end, let's start something instead of concluding~
Additionally, my computer crashed just as I finished this review, and I have to rewrite the entire thing. So if this review kind of sucks, that's the reason! It's because I couldn't remember how I wrote it the first time or the timing and wording of a particular joke, and I'm a little mad about it.
Here's the cover:
Even if it was a summer camp issue, this is perfect for the season. Like, it's practically a Goosebumps cover. At least the comic version, anyway. Certainly there were enough Goosebumps books about camp to justify this. Summoning demons is everypony's favourite camp activity, clearly. The other thing I like about this cover is that the black silhouette of the trees behind Izzy kinda makes her look like she's got a beehive hairdo. Real classy look. Anyways, as the colder weather finally sets in, appreciate this as one more look back at summer~
Since it's totally summer and all, the Mane 5 are setting up the titular Camp Bighoof. They're planning all the usual camp activities: arts and crafts, music circles, obstacle courses, nature walks, magic lessons⊠You know, standard stuff. As an aside, like⊠I don't wanna knock on the artist or anything because there's nothing actually wrong here. But all the characters are making the same ^-^ while staring up at the reader, and it's mildly unsettling. So I guess we're off to a good start if this was meant to cultivate an eerie atmosphere!
Hitch starts channeling his inner Twilight Sparkle by having an entire schedule and itinerary for every camp activity. It's fine, though, he's camp director. He probably should have that. The other four are the counselors, and they have three charges each. None of them are given names (though one looks like a ponified Terry Bogard), but they do all get cabin names: Sunny's charges are the Shooting Stars, Izzy's are the Beaming Buttons, Zipp heads the Sky Seekers (hint for Zipp: look up), and Pipp is in charge of the Melody Makers.
It's already the first night of camp, and they've set up a big campfire. This is always the best part of camping. Heck, this is the only good part of camping. Izzy proposes campfire stories, and Sunny immediately switches to flashlight-under-the-chin mode. As you might guess, there's a legend in these here woods. The camp used to be called Camp Horseshoe, after the canyon it's built in. But as these things go, soon they started finding huge hoofprints lingering around the camp. Well, nice to know Trouble Shoes' descendants continued on to this day~
Naturally, giang hoofprints lead to a giant creature, and Sunny describes Bighoof as a hulking, bipedal pony with a shaggy coat. Izzy then interjects that they have the same legend in Bridlewood, except it's got a unicorn horn and goes by the name Bridlesquatch, which is just not as catchy. Zipp chimes in that they also have a similar legend in the mountains near Zephyr Heights. Their version has shaggy white fur and is called the Zeti. Now that one I think is definitely something else. And before Sunny can dismiss it all as just possibly legends, a huge roar echoes from deep in the woods surrounding them.
Hitch has everyone cool it, since all the kiddos are freaked out now, and the counselors lead them back to their respective cabins for the night. The following morning, however, Sunny spots one of her charges at breakfast, looking bummed. He doesn't have a name or even a cutie mark, but he's a small fellow with a green mane, so I'm gonna call him Broccoli. Broccoli is homesick, which is pretty normal for a colt his age. Sunny bond with him by saying she misses her own bed too. Then she invites him on a walk to clear his head and lift his mood.
Sunny gathers her other campers, and the lot of them go for a nice scenic nature walk. Their walk leads them all up ons the camp sign hanging between the valley leading into the camp. The group's unicorn, a citrus-y looking filly I'm going to name Li'l Oranges, asks if they can practice their magic here. Sunny agrees, and they decide to spruce up the camp sign. Li'l Oranges moves rocks out of the way, Broccoli grows some vines, and their pegasus, a blue filly with a high ponytail, stretches the vines up to the sign. They even get a full splash page of them having fun together.
Alas, this can only go well so long. One of the rocks passes over Broccoli's head, spilling dirt on him and making him sneeze. The sneeze triggers a surge in his magic, over-growing the vine the one I'm naming Bluesky is pulling on, rocketing her into the valley wall. This triggers a landslide, and Sunny is only barely in time to pull them all safely out of the way. But the landslide has collapsed the valley entrance, the only way in or out of camp, trapping them in the valley. The sun is going down (how long was that walk??), and that same roar from last night is now echoing through the valleyâŠ
It's just a little MLP camp adventure, it's very cute. It's a decent spook setup, every culture can relate to the hairy wildman of the woods. Heck, this one even shows how similar the Bigfoot/sasquatch idea is to the yeti (their Himalayan cousins, in my book). A good start to the setup, especially turning it into a closed circle story at the end, which is how you arrange great horror. Really, the only drawback is the art style. Again, nothing wrong with it, it's just a bit too cutesy for its own good. Bright colours and very round curves. Like, it looks great for ponies! But a camp story needs a little bit of grit to it, y'know? Just a little more edge to carry the unease.
Alas, I don't have any further issues of this miniseries, so we'll have to put it on hiatus for another stack and look at something else next week~
#comics#reviews#My Little Pony#My Little Pony: A New Generation#My Little Pony: Camp Bighoof#Taiblog
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Find the Word Tag Game
I was tagged by @residentdormouse.
This should be interesting... lol. Let's see if I can find things that aren't already shared.
My words: hushed, cried, screamed, laughed, shuddered
Hushed (so apparently I rarely use this word...this is from At The End of Everything which was a SPN fic that was left open to be a Dean x OC one... - written back in like 2010)
Ace was leading the way out when we heard something behind us. I turned quickly to see a couple of people covered in blood. Ace hushed Mary and they spotted us. "Fuck!" We ran for the entrance as they ran after us. I stopped and turned, letting Ace lead Mary out. There were three of them. I aimed and shot, sending one of them flying back. I turned and jumped through the broken glass front. Ace had stopped in front of the car. I turned and aimed at the two that were coming through the store. I heard two shots and they both went down. They didn't come from next to me though where Ace stood.
Cried - Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down
âShit!â Dustin cried out again. âGo!â He led us through a side door and we ran down an empty hall. It felt like ages but he finally stopped. âCome on,â he strode out casually and we all tried to follow. I recognized the movie theatre instantly. We went into the first theatre we saw. I was hungry but Steve actually stopped at the garbage, grabbing popcorn out of it. âEw,â I grabbed onto Erica instead.
Screamed - This is from an abandoned LOTR wip lol
"You are certain?" "Yes." "Then send her." It hurt. Unable to describe it in words, she screamed. "Where is she?! Where is my sister?!" "We don't know. She was gone in the morning. She must have left in the night." "She wouldn't leave! Not without letting us know." "She was not here." "We could shield her from the pain." "She needs to go through this to understand."
Laughed - (not me writing out the scene I tried to draw yesterday...)
I donât know how I did it. Iâm scared of heights, if Iâm honest, so Iâm not sure how I ended up behind its head, legs over its shoulders and my feet crossed under its neck to make sure I didnât fall off. All I knew was that I needed to stop it. I wasnât going to let it eat her. I had one hand under its jaw, trying to keep it closed, while the other was on the side of its head, helping me keep balanced. It just laughed at me. âYou canâtâŠkill meâŠâ âRun!â I shouted at her as she stared at me in shock. âGet out of here!â âIâm going to eat youââ âNo youâre not,â I ground out, pulling back as hard as I could in order to keep it from reaching her. It sounded like a rip, like the crack that ice makes when you step on it. The thingâs laughter stopped suddenly and I kept pulling, hoping maybe I was giving her some time to get away. I almost fell backwards when the pressure suddenly released.
Shuddered - Another abandoned WIP. This one for From Dusk to Dawn
âHow the hell are we supposed to know who weâre looking for?â Seth grumbled, passing around the drinks after paying the bartender. âItâs her,â Richie said. He motioned at the stage. âSheâs the one.â âHow the fuck do you know?â Seth snapped. Kate sipped at the coke and listened. The woman was staring at the three of them as she sang. âThey used to be just like me and you They used to be sweet little boys But something went horribly askew Now killing is their only joyâ âWell thatâs creepy,â she heard Seth mutter. Kate shuddered, an eerie sense of dĂ©jĂ vu upon her as she stared at the stage.
this entire search just made me realize I need to work on my descriptions lol
Your words: tremble, blood, little, asking, cracks
soft tagging: @chickensarentcheap @ninjasawakenedmystar @stanshollaand @starcrossedjedis @nadja-antipaxos @reyofluke-ocs and anyone else who wants to join
#I need to be better#lol#this was hard to find things I haven't shared before#find the word game#tag games
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I woke up this morning to the insistent buzz of my phone, its screen glowing with the promise of a new email. Not spam, mind you, but something far more intriguing and terrifying. The subject line read like the opening of a mystery novel: "You have an unopened message waiting for you on Ancestry."
Now, I'm no stranger to late-night rabbit holes on genealogy websites, but this? This was different. An unopened message? Who could possibly be reaching out to me through the digital tendrils of my family tree?
The sender's initials glared at me: x. I ran through my mental Rolodex of acquaintances, friends, distant relatives - not a single surname starting with 'x' came to mind. It was like trying to remember a dream upon waking, the details slipping away faster the harder I grasped at them.
With trembling fingers, I opened the message. The words that spilled across my screen were simultaneously cryptic and eerily familiar:
"Hello. You don't know me, or at least I'm under the impression that you don't, but I've been hearing whispers around town on my recent trip back home that you've been looking for me."
They went on to describe a chance encounter with my friend - you know, the one who's always trying to save the world one solar panel at a time? Apparently, they met at his little tent outside Victory Supermarket. Who knew that olive oil could be the catalyst for such a momentous connection?
The message continued, mentioning my cousins, hinting at long-held suspicions. It was like reading a novel where I was both the protagonist and the clueless reader, desperately trying to piece together a plot I hadn't realized I was part of.
Oh god. I'd spent countless nights imagining this moment, fantasizing about finally solving the mystery that had haunted the edges of our family gatherings. But now that it was here? I felt woefully unprepared. How do you even begin to forge a relationship with someone who's been a living ghost in your life?
In a burst of adrenaline-fueled courage, I replied. My fingers flew across the keyboard, unleashing years of pent-up frustration and righteous teenage anger:
"Well, we live in a sick world where literal teenagers know right from wrong but choose to turn a blind eye because they'd rather keep their family happy. People who think it's nobody's burden are absolutely full of shit."
I ranted about hypothetical infidelities, about the weight of adult secrets on young shoulders, about my self-proclaimed status as the "child from hell." It was cathartic, like lancing a wound I didn't even know I had.
X's response came faster than I expected, and it was... not what I had anticipated. They waxed poetic about puzzle pieces and the vastness of humanity:
"Imagine every person is a puzzle piece. There are 8 billion pieces. Do you not think at some point you'll fit in with more than one piece?"
They talked about change, about making things work, about the fluidity of human nature. It was all very zen and philosophical, which only served to fuel my indignation.
I fired back with all the certainty and passion of youth. I invoked "The Notebook" (yes, that movie I saw with my mom and my friend when I was way too young to truly appreciate it). I talked about soulmates, about fate, about the eerie coincidence of my father's hospital room number matching his wedding date. I even brought up my childhood premonition of marrying a x - which, by the way, actually happened. Take that, universe!
"You can't honestly believe that someone can love multiple people in a romantic fashion," I declared, conveniently ignoring the complexities of human emotion and the wealth of literature suggesting otherwise.
X's final message was... unexpected. It was like they suddenly switched from being a mysterious stranger to a world-weary philosopher:
"There are lots of things we may think of as burdensome but these things make us human."
They spoke of a brother - my family's brother - who died of cancer. Of secrets buried too deep to unearth, of regrets that echoed through the years. They painted a picture of a life lived in the shadow of unspoken truths, of choices made and paths not taken.
And then, at the end, a glimmer of hope. An invitation for the future, when I might be "okay enough" to talk about myself. It was frustratingly vague and tantalizingly open-ended, like the last page of a book that leaves you hungry for a sequel.
I stared at my screen, my mind a whirlwind of emotions and half-formed thoughts. How do you process something like this? How do you move forward when your past suddenly becomes a labyrinth of secrets and unspoken truths?
I don't have answers. But I have questions, and maybe that's a start. Maybe that's the first step on a journey I never knew I needed to take. Because here's the thing about family secrets: they have a way of shaping us, even when we don't know they exist. And now that I know, well... I can't un-know, can I?
So here I am, poised on the edge of a revelation, armed with nothing but a string of emails and a lifetime of wondering. It's terrifying and exhilarating and utterly, beautifully human. And isn't that what life is all about?
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For the writing post you made, question 18 and 23 if you would like to answer at all
18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. okay so for the passage i chose, it's towards the beginning of a scene that i'm really trying to build up a creepy and eerie atmosphere for (it's in the Spooky Supercorp AU). the previous couple paragraphs were me trying to really set the scene and paint a picture of what's going on and get the vibes across, while also weaving in lena's headspace. and then this passage comes directly after the Thing happens that all the exposition was building up to, so it feels almost like it's a full circle moment for the picture i was trying to paint. it hasn't changed much yet. i'm basing the scene off of the scene in 4x22 where lena shoots lex, and i've been trying to picture it as a scene from one of my favorite horror movies or novels. the idea for the spooky storyline came as inspiration while i was reading something (also spooky) and when i fleshed it out, i pulled more loose inspiration from one of my favorite books, sawkill girls. (also pls keep in mind that this is literally my "just write ANYTHING down to get something out and you can edit it later" draft)
Lena drops to the floor, her arms going up to shield her face from the chaos. Crouched down like this, sheâs eye level with Lexâs body. Through the space between her arms, she makes eye contact. His frozen, lifeless eyes do nothing to ease the mounting terror, but Lena doesnât have the strength to look away. Her brother who, for better or worse, protected her throughout her childhood is no longer alive to protect her from whatever is happening now. And itâs her fault. Even in death, Lex gets his revenge. His final words ring in her ears. âYouâre left with no one. And nothing.â
23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me whatâs around you as you work. Paint me a picture. i don't really have a dedicated writing space, tbh. sometimes it's in bed, sometimes it's on the couch. sometimes i actually write on my desk. i've been meaning to write from a coffee shop and maybe even my backyard. so i guess i'll just describe where i'm currently answering from. i am currently staying in my parents' house watching their cats while they go on a cruise. i'm in their room, curled up in the huge king size bed, my dog snuggled up to my side as he sleeps. there's a low hum from the ceiling fan, and the light flickers slightly as the blades circle the pendant. i'm surrounded by vintage concert posters from the 60s and 70s that my dad collects, and various framed photos and art projects from my youth- my mom's addition to the room. on the tv, youtube is up; it's asking me if i'd like to replay gab smolders' stardew valley 1.6 playthrough. it's quiet, save for the fan and the sound of jack's soft snores. i'm calm here.
ask me about my writing!
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jealousy, jealousy, i am yours : chapter three, the safety of the moon
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When nerves are pinched there is only one way to go out, with a bang. Or at least thatâs what Enid always does.
Dark prom was close, which only meant winter break was close, something Enid was not looking forward to. Along with that she had the knowledge that Wednesday met a boy the day she had gone to town.
School was hard, she had to study but all she could think about was Wednesday. It was almost borderline obsessive and she was starting to get worried for herself. Her wolf side made her so jealous sometimes.
It didnt help that they kept meeting. Enid thought Xavier was her entire problem but now there was this normie, the sheriff's son, Tyler. Enid couldn't hate him. She didnt have a reason for hate, but just him being a normie and the sheriff son gave her bad vibes.
What did he want with Wednesday? She kept thinking. Was he just trying to act out? Talk to the kids who went to Nevermore? Talk to the biggest weirdo he could find?
The questions spun and spun and spun till they rolled down a hill destroying everything in its path. Its oath meaning any train of thought and motivation enid had to study and actually not fail school.
Today though, Enid had to focus. It was a weekend and she was dead set on studying. She needed it way more than she wanted to admit. She spent most of the morning and afternoon hauled up in the library surrounded by every book ever.
She was tired. Her eyes hurt from staring at the words on the pages for so long. She blinked, but that didnt get rid of it. End groaned, rubbing her forehead and sitting back. She looked around the library finding only a few students.
Her stomach growled loudly, Enid cringed. Lunch, it was lunch time, or past it, She thought. Enid glanced at the stacks of books again trying to think if she should really leave. But the oncoming headache and the way the words on the pages were moving told her she should probably eat.
Enid got up from her seat making her way to the library exist. She would come back for the books late, she was nowhere near done.
The hallways were always empty on weekends. It was weird, but most students were outside or in their rooms. It wasn't like when classes changed and the halls were filled with constant crowds.
She would describe it almost as eerie, the darkness and horror aspect feel had her thinking of Wednesday all over again. âDont do that,â Enid muttered to herself, rubbing the side of her head.
read more on my ao3 here!
#fadingmoon fics#wenclair#enid sinclair#wednesday addams#wednesday addams x enid sinclair#Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair#wenclair fanfic
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Uhhh, a part 2 of the AweSamDude story. I don't know, maybe the court case would be cool! If requests arent open, then ignore them
um yes! I have wanted to make a part 2 for so long but had no clue where to start and this just makes perfect sense!
{Locked Up Heart pt 2} irl!warden!awesamdude x Reader
pronouns: were originally not mentioned, but now are she/they
word count: 2987
trigger warnings: mention/talk of rape and murder, court cases, somewhat angstyÂ
a/n: the law I mentioned is a real law but I can't remember what the law is actually called so roll with it
part one
masterlist
You stared at yourself in the body mirror. You haven't seen yourself look like this in years. All dressed up and ready to impress. You wore a gorgeous black suit with a purple inside along with sleek black pants. You looked into the body mirror, admiring yourself.
Sam let you live with him âuntil you could find your own placeâ but neither of you had intentions of leaving. You looked at apartments once online, but you knew with this on your record that you were going nowhere but some run down ghetto, and Sam knew that too.Â
He knew that you would be able to take care of yourself there, he wasn't scared for your safety or any of that. He was scared that you wouldn't be able to support yourself. Finding a job was hard, all that there was these days for someone like you was online surveys that were not reliable.
Staying with Sam was the best of the both of you. He has been without a roommate for years now. He felt less alone with you being there. The first couple nights were awkward. You slept on the pull out couch and didn't have much clothes. You felt terrible about the amount of washes you did, but eventually you started to get more comfortable with Sam.Â
The first sign of progression was when he offered you his sweatshirt instead of a blanket. It was a sweet gesture, you gladly took it. Later that night instead of returning it, you cuddled it to sleep. Now, its your version of a teddy bear. Nice and warm and flourished with Samâs scent.
You only started sleeping in his bed with him a week ago. It was a purposeful accident. He offered to watch tv in his room since you two deep cleaned the couch. You've planned on falling asleep on him, but you didn't plan for it to be that day.Â
It was the best feeling in the world: waking up to being wrapped around and held tight and safe. You must've laid there when you woke up for an hour before Sam got up. You pretended to be asleep so that you could play the innocent girl card. It worked.
You felt a pair of large hands caress your waist. You jumped and had a little fear-induced hiccup.
âSorry!â Sam took his hands off and backed away. âIâm still getting used to sensitive areas.â
You two have been working on okay areas to touch. You taught yourself to be extra alert while in the prison and certain touches trigger your reflexes and others cause panic, like hips.
Because of your high murder count, you were sent to the normal prison, the non-all woman prison. It wasn't the worst in the world. You only saw males during eating times, but it was common to get grabbed like that. It happened to every single female, every eating hour. The guards did nothing about it, not that they really could.Â
Sam has seen it before, not you, but to other women. He had an idea of areas to stay away from, but he is such an affectionate guy and sometimes he forgets.
âYouâre okay, Sam. The more you do it, the more comfortable Iâll get with it,â You explained.
Sam was so good to you. Heâs helped you through it all. Everything that you needed to heal, he gave to you.Â
âWell then maybe after the trial we can get some practice in...â He swooned.Â
You chuckled, âIf we win. Thereâs a chance I won't come back here tonight. Iâm lucky enough that they gave me stay at home orders in the meantime.â
He nodded, âWeâre gonna win.â He kissed your cheek, âHow could anyone that looks as scrumptious as you right now lose? There is no way. We have the evidence, and we have your perfect prison record. Not a single misdemeanor! They might not drop all chargers but youâre coming home tonight.â
âHome?â You questioned.
You've avoided that word for the longest time. You always said âthe houseâ or âyour placeâ. Not because you didnât want this to be your home, not the exact opposite. You wanted this to be forever home, but you never wanted to overstay your welcome.Â
âYes home,â Sam laughed. âWhy wouldnât this be home... you feel safe here donât you?â
âI do!â You exclaimed, waving your hands back and forth in denial. âI just didn't realize you wanted this to be my home.â
Sam offered his hand out to you; you gladly took it. His soft hand gently squeezed yours as he pulled you slowly into him, embracing you, âOf course I want this to be your home. I couldn't imagine anywhere else I would want you to be. This never felt like home to me, until you came home with me.â
You breathed in his scent, instantly relaxing into him, âI like it here. A lot.â
He pressed his lips to your forehead, âNow have that same attitude in court, we got to go.â
The court room was filled, more than you expected. You looked around, not recognizing a single face except for a few prison guards who were testifying on both sides. You noticed the media set it up in the back. Your story hit the news faster than expected. You did have a great story: warden falls in love with murder.Â
âHands out,â The officer directed.
You obliged. You opposed no threat to anyone and no intentions too, but if putting you in handcuffs made them feel better, then handcuffs it was. You looked back at Sam as the cold metal locked around your wrists. He replied with a frown, which quickly turned into an encouraging smile.
His bipolarness was the vibe right now. You noticed people having a hard time deciding where to sit. There were a lot of people on both sides, but no family members of yours. You gave up on them a long time ago when you noticed they werenât writing letters and ignoring your calls.
You didn't need them, all you needed was Sam. You have everything you want right now, except for freedom.
âAll rise!âÂ
You stood up from the wooden bench. The judge walked in wearing the classic black gown and had a book in his hands. He nodded at a few of his guards before taking a seat. He opened up his book and looked around the room, landing on you.
âGood afternoon everyone, and there are a lot of you,â His voice was so deep that it bounced against the walls, making an eerie echo. âCalling the case of State Prison vs y/n. Are both sides ready?â
The representative of the prison and your lawyer both replied with a yes. The jury then stood and raised their right hand and made their oath, returning to the bench.Â
The representative stood up and gave their opening statement:Â âLadies and gentleman of the court, Your Honor, the Jury. You will find that the defendant has been charged with four accounts of murder and convicted by confession. The defendant has taken accountability for all the murders committed and has given detail about how she killed those four men. It is ridiculous that we are here in court today deciding if we can release a serial killer back into the public. With a strong motive to kill, there is no reason why the defendant should be let back into the public eye.â
Serial killer. That is what you are. No one has ever said it that way, but he was absolutely right. You fit the definition perfectly, you had a type and more than three victims. It already wasn't looking good for you.
Your lawyer took center stage, âA martyr is the perfect word to describe the defendant. They have given their life to the state to save the lives of many to come. The strength that my client displays and ownership prove that although they are guilty of the crimes, they are still human and deserve a second chance.â
The judge called you to take the stand. You sat down after taking your oath and folded your hands neatly in your lap.
âMiss l/n,â He started. âToday you are trying to get your case dismissed after confessing to your crimes. That is very interesting. Letâs go back to before the crimes were committed, what were you thinking, what were you doing in your life at the time?â
You shook your head, âMany years ago I was an activist. I enjoyed speaking to the public about issues facing the community and the world at the time. If I wasn't outside with a sign, I was inside posting on social media. I was in college, I was studying Political Science.â
âAnd what were you planning on doing with the major?â
You paused. Itâs been so long that you had a hard time remembering why you wanted to study and what career you wanted, âI was planning on becoming a political journalist, Your Honor.â
He shuffled around his papers, âIâve looked at your latest credit that you were working on. It was a Sociology class. Do you remember what topic you were discussing in class?â
You nodded, âRape. The number of rapes in a year and the number of rapists convicted was the last assignment I was working on.â
You remember that assignment like it was yesterday. That one assignment got you so worked up and so mad at the world, that you just had to do something. There was no way that you couldn't. Womenâs voices were being ignored and cases rose every day; repeat offenders increased everyday.
âNow to my understanding all the men that you murdered were accused of rape.â
You nodded, âYes, Your Honor.â
âThe attorney may ask questions to Miss l/n.â
The attorney stood up and adjusted your jacket, âMiss l/n, did any of those men physically harm you?â
You shook your head, âNo.â
âSo you took advantage of the fact that you were young to persuade the men into being alone with you just to kill them?â
You shook your head, âNo, I didnât persuade them at all. All of them suggested going back to their place.â
âBut you did stalk them to find out where they were going?â
âNo,â You answered. âThey had their location public on their phone. All I did was look up their name and I knew where they were.â
âSo these men did nothing to you at all except invite you over to their house. And you accepted the offer under no influence or threat. You killed four innocent men and you want to be let back out on the streets? This woman is a danger to society. She seeks out innocent men to end their life for no reason.â He nodded his head and went back to his desk, looking at his notes. He looked back at you and nodded, âThat will conclude my questioning.â
You looked back at your lawyer, they gave you back a look of relief. Then you searched the crowd for Sam. Once you found him he gave you a thumbs up. It seemed like you were already on top of the case.
âMiss y/n,â Your lawyer started. âWe all know that you killed those men, but why?â
âThey raped multiple women. When brought to court, they were given a light sentence and did not do proper justice to the woman. These woman went day to day fearing for their life that they ever spoke out about the terrible things that happened to them. I couldn't let myself live knowing that there was a reason for women to be scared because their government had failed them.â
âThose women were scared? Why were they scared?â âBecause they feared that they would get raped again. All of those men were repeat offenders. They would only take more victims and never be punished.â
âSo you killed those men to prevent others from being hurt with evidence that it would happen again.â
You nodded, âI would never hurt anyone that had no intentions of causing harm.â
âMiss l/n just described public defense. Under the public defense law, anyone can defend the public with reasonable cause. Itâs like self-defense, but for others. She shouldnât have been committed in the first place. If those men were still alive, they would have kept raping until they were killed. Miss y/n saved lives. That concludes my questioning.â
You were dismissed from the stand and went back by your lawyer. They smiled at you, knowing that with that alone, they had won the case.
The attorney called Sam to the stand; he took his oath and sat down.
âSo, Sam. You were the warden in charge of the wing that Miss y/n was being held in?â
âYes.â
âThat prison is a tough place to be, she mustâve fussed around a lot.â
Sam shook his head, âNot one bit. She does not have a single complaint against her. Everything that was asked of her, she did with speed and efficiency. She didn't have one lash out in her time.â
âNothing at all?â
âLike I said, not one complaint.â
âTo my understanding you have a relationship with Miss l/n, is that correct?â
âObjection!â Your lawyer yelled. âIrrelevant to the case. Sam was called because of his position and his professional opinion, not his personal life.â
âSustained.â
âThat concludes my questioning.â
Your lawyer stood up and nodded. You could feel that they were about to lay down the last blow.
âSam, did this prison have any rapists?â
He nodded, âAll kinds of rapists, of all ages and target groups.â
âDid Miss l/n ever have contact with these rapists?â
âYes. Most of the time during eating hours and the occasional passing in the hall.â
âAnd how did that interaction go?â
âMiss l/n was given a hard time by these rapists. While waiting in line she was often sexually grabbed. During passing she was cat called and teased at.â
âAnd what was here response to the sexual assault?â
âStone faced, emotionless. Every time it happened it amazed me how she would just stand there and wait to be given a direction. The most reaction sheâs ever had was lightly shuffling her body to get them off, but she never lunged or reached at them.â
âAnd what did the other guards do when they noticed this behavior?â
âNothing. Sometimes they yelled if it was getting close to rape, but overall nothing. We were under instructions not to react because in the past it only caused encouragement of the assault. Prisoners love any excuse to fight a guard,â Sam looked over at you. âI am so sorry that there was nothing I couldâve done. Everyday I watched as you were touched and I wanted to give it to them, I wanted to make sure that I would see them every day of their life, but I couldn't. I couldn't risk hurting you more.â
You smiled, almost tearing up at his words, but you kept yourself composed with a small sniffle.
âThe main concern of Miss y/n going back into the public is that she will kill again. As said by her and concluded by a court, she only killed rapists,â Your lawyer pointed out. âAs stated by the warden in charge of looking over her, she had the opportunity to kill. She had the opportunity to hurt them, but she never took it. Even after being sexually assaulted, she still kept to herself. This is undeniable evidence that Miss y/n is a changed woman. In her file it is stated that she did more than required community service and went above and beyond with helping other cellmates. Her actions within the prison prove that she is a well-rounded and caring individual. She has changed her ways and is ready to go back into the world. She did justice to the world and it is time for the world to her justice.â
You waited anxiously for over an hour to find out what the jury had decided. You and your lawyer talked about possible outcomes. They told you the sooner they made the decision, the better chances that you had. You had no error in your case and said everything that you wanted to say. The opposing sideâs evidence was all proven false.
You got called back into the court, the jury had made their final decision. You rose for the judge and took a seat when prompted. You could feel your leg bouncing.
âIn the case of the State Prison vs l/n...â the judge started. You looked over your shoulder at Sam. He had his hands placed in a praying position with his head resting against them. âMiss y/n is found not guilty of all charges and her remaining sentence will be dismissed. She will compensated for her time falsely spent in prison plus be rewarded another trial for her sexual assault. This case is adjourned.â
You could feel emotion flood through you. Pure happiness and joy leaked from your eyes. You tilted your head back in relief and squeezed at your heart. All of these years of the bullshit you put up with was all worth it. You hugged your lawyer and thanked them up and down, the emotion so strong in you that you almost dropped to your knees. You were caught by familiar hands: Sam. Sam pulled you up and into him. He was practically jumping up and down in excitement. He calmed down for a second to lock eyes with you. He couldn't help but smile and cry with you. He placed his hands on your cheeks and pulled you into a deep kiss. It was nothing extravagant, just a simple deep and meaningful kiss that said all the words that he wanted to say.
âIâm coming home!â
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You, Me, and Him | (dark)Bucky Barnes x reader
summary: the worst thing about the man who did this to you is that heâs convinced he isnât the one who did this to you (or, brainscrambled bucky decides to keep the gift that the winter soldier left for him)
word count: 4k
warnings: smut (noncon), yandere-ish themes, stalking, kidnapping, very unstable/erratic bucky, slapping, creampie kink, praise
When you opened your eyes, you wondered why your room looked so strange. What possible angle could you be looking at your ceiling from that it would be like this?
However, when you turned your head, you suddenly realized that you were not in your room at all. The next thing you realized was that your hands were restrainedâ shackled, specifically, and suspended above your head. Obviously, this realization shot ice-cold terror through your veins as you began to try to understand how youâd gotten here. Now that you thought about it, you didnât remember going to sleep in your room: no, youâd been out shopping, in the middle of the afternoon. Why couldnât you remember anything after that? Â
Your head spun when a door nearby opened, and the man that awaited on the other side brought it all back.
He was following me. I tried to lose him, I turned a corner, but he was right thereâ and there was a syringe in his hand⊠and he must haveâ
âOh my god,â the man gasped, âshitâ are you okay?â
You stared at him in confusion, already starting to cry as you put two and two together about all this. Generally, only one thing happened after a man drugged a woman and chained her to a wall. The part that didnât add up was the terror on his face as he rushed to you and knelt down in front of where you were lyingâ why was he worried about you?
âOh no, oh nonononono,â he whimpered, mostly to himself, âoh god, I didnâtâ this wasnât⊠oh fuck.â
âPlease let me go,â you started to plead between sobs, âI donât know what you want, but I donât have any money⊠Iâll give you whatever I have, I wonât tell anyone, just let me go, pleaseââ
âNo, no, no,â he shook his head quickly. Either he wasnât listening (bad) or he was denying your request (worse) and both possibilities just made you cry harder. He, meanwhile, was rocking back and forth in front of you, covering his ears with his hands to muffle your cries. âOh god, what have I done, what have I doneâ what did I do?â
âPlease donât hurt me,â you whimpered.
âNo, no, I wonâtâ I would never do thatâŠâ he sighed. âI would never do anything to hurt you.â
You squinted as you tried to make out what that meant, sniffling as your crying subsided a little (mainly from being distracted by the confusion of it all). âDo I⊠know you?â
He chuckled a little, scratching the back of his neck nervously. âUh, no, not really, Iâmâ my name is Bucky,â he explained, âIâ you might have seen me on the news, but that wasnât really me, that was this other guyââ
âWhy did you do this to me?â you interrupted.
âNo, see, thatâs the thing: I didnât do this to you. It was⊠it was somebody else. Heâs⊠heâs in my head, and every once in a while he takes control and sort of does his own thingâŠâ
Not that anybody who kidnaps somebody is totally right in the head, but this guy is certifiable.
âAnd he did this to you. Donât worry, itâs gonna be okay,â he assured you, though it wasnât comforting at all, âIâm not gonna hurt you, I would neverâ I wonât do that, okay? Iâm just gonna⊠Iâm gonna let you go.â
You sighed with relief, although some voice in the back of your head told you not to trust him just because he seemed regretful. Regardless of his strange excuses, this was still the man who kidnapped you.
âYou donât believe me,â he realized with an awkward smile. âItâs okay, I understand. I wouldnât believe me eitherâ god, I must sound crazy, right? But Iâm not crazy. I donât thinkâŠâ
This time your sigh was less relief and more irritation.
âSee, I was, uh, tortured. Experimented on. That was a long time ago, and Iâm mostly over it, but this other guyâ heâs a soldier. I guess I am, too, but heâs⊠more on the war crimes side of things. Like, assassinations and stuff. Thatâs a whole other storyâŠâ
I think Iâd prefer to hear that one.
âAnyways, sometimes I get sort of⊠messed up? Up here?â he gestured to his head, leaning back to sit on the floor in front of you with crossed legs. âLike, I canât tell what year it is or how long itâs been since Iâve slept. My psychiatrist says Iâm âlosing timeâ and that itâs normal for people with⊠whatever it is that I have. But itâs scary, you know? Because I donât know what Iâve done in that time. So today, I woke up and had no idea how I got where I wasââ
Same.
âAnd I came down here and⊠youâre here. I didnât⊠I didnât do this, I canât stress that enough.â
âSo⊠this other guyâŠâ you tried to understand, hoping that appealing to his twisted sense of logic would get him to tell you something actually useful, âhe did this?â Bucky nodded. âDoes he do this often?â
âWhat, kidnap women? No this is⊠this is new. As far as I know.â
âWhy me?â
âUhâŠâ he stalled, looking away. âGod, this is sort of embarrassing, but⊠itâs probably because I sort of have this, um, crush on youâŠâ
âYou donât even know me,â you mumbled.
âNo, you donât know me, but I⊠I know you,â he nodded confidently. âDo you remember a few months ago when you went to that art gallery by your apartment? It was raining that day, I couldnât tell for sure if you came in to look at the art or if you were just trying to get out of the weather but, anyways, you had on this big puffy coatâ âcause it was cold outâ and you took off your hood and you just looked around⊠I saw you, cause I was in there to look at the art, too, and you looked so beautiful.â
You were getting anxious. He said he would let you go but he hadnât really made any progress on that goal.
âAnd I sort of followed you after that, and watched youâ I mean, that sounds really bad, it wasnât like that, I just⊠I just wanted to make sure you were safe andââ
âLet me go, Bucky, please,â you interrupted, getting more desperate.
He shook his head with a sigh. âYouâre right, youâre right, Iâm sorry⊠I just havenât had anyone to talk to⊠youâre a good listener.â
Yeah, everybodyâs a good listener when theyâre tied up and forced to listen.
âJust let me finish my story and Iâll let you go. I was kind of in the middle of something. You know, itâs rude to interrupt people.â
Oh fuck. Youâd angered him. It was subtle, but he was clearly irritated; he looked at the floor, and his jaw tightened a little. It must have been that this candid talk made you forget he was unstable and that you needed to tread lightly. You couldnât afford another mistake like that.
âIâm sorry, Bucky, finish your story,â you offered.
âOkay,â he nodded, âwell, anyways, when you came into the gallery you looked around for a while but there was one painting you kept looking atâ do you remember it?âÂ
You shook your head.
âReally? You mustâve stared at it for half an hour. I swear I saw you tearing up a bit,â he smiled. âClearly it had an effect on you. I wasnât sure if you were considering buying it, or if it would make you upset to see it in your house every day, but the way you looked at it⊠it changed everything for me. You smiled at me as you left, just a quick glanceâ Iâm not offended that you donât remember me just from that, if anything itâs good because it made it a lot easier to trail you, but⊠I knew then that you were such a kind, soulful person.â
âOh my god,â you groaned, âI remember⊠I remember that.â
It was so cold out that the rain was nearly frozen. Youâd gone in to escape the elements, but one painting drew you in. Someone else was there, a man that you remembered thinking was attractive but a little eerie with the way he just stood there, seemingly even more purposeless than you. He smiled at you as you left, and you smiled back. You were just trying to be friendly. No good deed, though, right?
âDo you remember the painting?â he asked again, leaning in a little closer with innocent hope sparkling in his eyes.
âYes,â you nodded, âit was⊠it was a woman, and she was looking away from the viewer, out over the water. She looked sad, but determined, like she was thinking about something impossible to describe.â
He smiled wide then, apparently impressed by your description.  âLook,â was all he said as he pointed to the wall beside youâ and as you turned your head, you gasped as you saw it: it was the painting, even more hauntingly beautiful than you remembered. You started to cry again, because somehow it was this show of disturbed affection that made you more sure than ever that you werenât going to get out of here.
âDonât be scared,â he soothed, moving closer again and wiping the tears from your face gently. âItâs gonna be alright.â
âPlease let me go,â you whispered shakily, looking back at him, straight into his eyes, as if maybe you could find some sanity there to appeal to.
He frowned a little as he pulled back, bringing his thumb to his lips to chew the nail nervously as he thought. âSee, hereâs the thingâŠâ
âBucky, pleaseââ
âI donât think I can do that,â he sighed.
âPlease,â you cried, the word starting to lose all meaning as you just fought to be able to speak past the force of your sobs, âplease, pleaseââ
âYou could tell somebodyâ and I know it wasnât me, but the police arenât gonna care about that. I always have to take the heat for what he does⊠and I would just rather not go to prison.â
âI wonât, Bucky,â you feverishly defended, âI wouldnât tell, I swearâ weâre friends! Friends donât tell on each otherââ
He interrupted you as he grabbed you by your shirt suddenly, pulling you towards him as you recoiled. âI donât have friends,â he growled.
âWe⊠we could be friends,â you offered weakly. âI could be your friend. Do you⊠do you want to be my friend?â
He studied your face, the gaze of his bright blue eyes burning through you instantly. âI canât say that I do.â
You whimpered as he leaned in closer, taking a deep breath right against the side of your face.
âYou smell so good,â he whispered, his left handâ bionic metal, much to your horrorâ reaching up to trace over your face and hold you close to him. âWe arenât friends, silly; weâre soulmates.â
You shivered, gut sinking as you closed your eyes and thought there might still be a chance it was all a horrible dream. This isnât happening to me, this isnât happening to me, this canât be happening to meâ
âHey!â he yelled, slapping you on the face suddenly. âKeep your eyes open!â
You cried but tried to do as he asked, knowing it would only be so much worse if you didnât do whatever he wanted.
âThe point is, even if you didnât tell, letting you go just isnât⊠economical for me,â he explained. ââCause the truth is, even though I didnât want to kidnap you, right now I wanna⊠I wanna keep you.â
He didnât even let you start crying hard again before he cradled your face in his hands, refusing to let you turn away.
âNo, baby, itâs okayâ itâs gonna be good!â he promised. âI would never do anything to hurt you.â
âPlease, Bucky, donât do this,â you sobbed.
âShh, shh, donât you get it? He did this to help meâ he knew I couldnât do it alone, âcause I was too afraid to talk to you, but he brought you to me, and now Iâm gonna make you understand how good we are for each other.â
He scooted closer, his hands rubbing your legs through your jeans as you cried silently.
âAnd thatâs why he didnât touch you,â he continued. âHe just left you for me, cause he knows youâreâ youâre mine.â
He kissed you suddenly, and it was awkward and sloppy against your unwilling lips. His tongue eventually managed to force your mouth open, exploring and filling it as you struggled and failed to turn away. His hand on your jaw was almost tight enough to choke you, a looming threat of what awaited if you didnât kiss him back. You couldnât exactly put much passion into it but you tried your best.
He was smiling when he leaned back and broke away from you, still holding your face and seeming almost proudâ of you or himself, you werenât sure.
âYou are so perfect,â he praised quietly. âI canât believe I finally have you⊠god, itâs like a dream come true.â
Or a nightmare, you responded internally.
You jumped when he pulled the knife out from a holster on his belt.
âOh, this? I wonât hurt you with itâ so long as you stay still,â he explained gently as he leaned forward and started to cut off your shirt while you tried desperately not to shake. Â
He looked at you with the reverence of a man at the altar as he tore the shreds of your clothes away, cutting slowly until you were just in your bra and panties.
"Stop," you whispered, but it was so quiet he must not have heard youâ or he just didn't care. He gingerly slipped the knife between your bra and your chest, tugging out to snap it off. Â
He took a breath to steady himself; he seemed nearly as nervous as you, just in an entirely different way.
"Baby," he mumbled under his breath, "god, I just wanna do everything to you."
It was hard not to tense up when he said that, or when he brought the knife between your legs to cut off your underwear, but you willed yourself not to shiver because you really weren't ready to lose anything important if his hand slipped.
With them cut and tossed aside, you forced your eyes shutâ because you couldn't stop him from seeing you, but at least you didn't have to watch. As your legs instinctively closed, he gently guided them back open, metal fingers cold on your skin but flesh ones unbearably warm.
âYou have such a nice body, I donât know why you hide it in those baggy clothes,â he chuckled as he ran his hands over your skin. âI watched you shower a few times, you know, and I saw you look at yourself in the mirror before you got inâŠ"
You opened your eyes, but he wasn't looking at your face, instead taking a long moment to take in everything else.
"You looked like you were disappointed," he continued, "butâ but youâre beautiful, and you should know that. You need somebody to tell you that.â
You felt your face heating up even though you should be horrified, not flattered. To be fair, it was a bit of both.
âDo you think Iâm, you know, handsome?â he asked awkwardly, glancing up to your face again. âPeople used to say that about me, a long time ago. Are you⊠attracted to me?â
You shook your head, lying.
âThen why are you so wet?â he sing-songed with a mocking grin, thick fingers spreading your lower lips and gathering the arousal they found there. You whimpered when he brought those fingers to his lips and sucked them hungrily. âFuck, you taste incredibleâ I mean, I knew you would, but wow, this is so much better than just smelling those panties he stole.â
You shivered with disgust, realizing that he was responsible for the pair you thought were lost in the laundry. Â
âOh, yeah, I forgot to mention that,â he laughed. âYeah, it was his idea and all, I didnât do anything but⊠Iâll tell you a little secret,â he smirked as he leaned in, right against your ear, whispering: âI got off with them, and on them, and it felt soooo goodâŠâ
He quickly pulled his cock out of his trousers as you started to struggle against the chains again, getting a quick glimpse before looking away as you wondered how he could possibly fit that in you.
âDo you like knowing that? Do you like knowing I stroked my cock and thought about you? I imagined you were laying under me, begging me to fuck you⊠and now youâre here, and itâs real, and itâs gonna be wonderful.â
You gasped as he suddenly pushed in, trying not to react but knowing he was watching your face intently and saw it all. âFuck, baby,â he breathed, âyouâre so tight, god, I knew youâd be perfectâŠâ
You cried as he started moving inside you, holding your hips steady and filling you completely until it actually hurt to be stretched so wide. You were sure nothing had ever been so deep inside you, and it was making your whole body jolt with each thrust.
âDoes it feel good? Do you like my cock in you?â he askedâ but it didnât sound like dirty talk, it sounded like he was genuinely asking.
You shook your head, lying again.
âWhat if I do this?â he offered, reaching down and circling a calloused thumb over your clit. Your back arched into his touch, and he grinned proudly. âSee, doesnât that make it better? I bet I can make you come.â
One final lie for the night, you shook your head.
"Oh, doll," he soothed, kissing away a tear that had trailed down your cheek, "it's okay⊠it's okay to like it. You don't need to pretend."
He reached down and pressed his hand into your lower belly, making you winced as he applied pressure until it took everything you had not to scream.
"Feel that?" he cooed. "I can feel it. We're finally together, baby, you never have to be alone again⊠isn't it incredible?"
Sobbing, your back began to arch up against the wall you were chained to. With his hand pushing on you, it was impossible to ignore the head of his cock slamming into your g-spotâ hard enough that your entire body shook with each thrust. It was unlike anything youâd ever experienced before, and not just because youâd never been kidnapped before. As he leaned down to suck on your neck hard enough to leave a mark, it was hard not to feel like he was claiming every part of your body all at once. You bit down on your lip, afraid to moan too loud, but he heard the muffled noises and pulled up to tut at you disapprovingly.
âDonât do that,â he frowned, âI wanna hear everything, pretty girl. I wanna hear you beg for me.â
You whined as you tried to resist it, but getting railed like this made you want to do whatever he told you to.
âCome on, baby,â he encouraged sweetly, âjust let go, I know you want toâŠâ
It was bubbling up in your chest faster than you could stop it, each cry louder than the last until you couldnât hold back anymore. âBucky!â you shrieked, hating yourself as you heard him laugh happily right by your ear.
âOh I know, Iâm right here, doll,â he soothed gently, holding you tightly; your hands wiggled inside their shackles, and you shamefully realized that you were craving to wrap your arms around him, run your fingers through his hair. The desire to push him away was lost to the need to reach your peak. âSay my name just like that when you come on my cock, sweetheart.â
Your walls were already convulsing and you were moaning so loud you thought you might lose your voice. Pleasure built up faster than you could comprehend, and so intensely that little black dots were dancing on your vision. Â
Oh god yes, right there, donât stop, yes, you wouldâve cried out were it anyone else doing this to you. Instead all you could do was whimper his name, somewhere between begging for more and begging for mercy.
âFuck, fuckfuckfuck, I can feel you coming for meâ youâre so good, so fucking good,â he groaned, âIâm close already, can you believe it? I should slow down, so I can make you come again, but you feel too good, I canât stop.â
Most of that was lost to you, though, because everything had gone numb and fuzzy in the wake of your orgasm, your body limp in his grasp. The way he pulled your hips into his made you feel used, like aâ well, like a doll, fittingly.
âOh god, babygirlâ can I come inside?â he asked gently, but when you weakly shook your head, he just smiled. âItâs gonna feel so good to fill you up.â
Before you could make it clear that you were saying no, he leaned forward and kissed youâ aggressive and rough as he started to breathe deeply and moan against you. You kicked your legs to try to get him away but all you could do was uselessly scrape your feet against the floor. You could feel him pulsing inside you, growling against your lips until suddenly warmth began to paint your walls. Whimpering, you slouched limply as the fight left you. Â
âOh my god, angel,â he sighed, pulling back and smiling as he traced his thumb over your face, following the path of a fresh tear, âthat was⊠youâre incredible. Iâve never come like that, you feel so fucking amazing.â
He kissed you again, gentler and slower than before. Â
âIs it weird that I donât wanna pull out?â he asked just louder than a whisper, chuckling as his nose brushed against yours. It was like this guy thought he was in a Hallmark Christmas movie while you were in a Lifetime thriller. âI could just stay inside you forever⊠but I wonât.â
He watched in awe as his hips pulled back and his softening cock slipped out of you. Your face burned with shame as you felt a gush of his come (and yours) leak from you. Â
âWow, look at that,â he mumbled weakly. âCan you push it out, baby? I wanna see how good I filled this pretty pussy.â
It made you feel disgusting, but you summoned the last of your strength to do as he asked, unable to see the results but watching him stare between your legs and bite his lip. Â
âFuck, babygirl, thatâs⊠thatâs fucking gorgeous. I stretched you out pretty good, and youâre all swollenâŠâ
Strange enough, he pulled you into a hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
âYouâre so perfect, sweetheart⊠my pretty little doll.â When he pulled back a bit, he moved a stray hair that had stuck to the sheen of sweat on your face, admiring you with a small smile. âGod, I canât believe youâre finally all mine. Guess he was lookinâ out for me, bringing you here. I oughta thank him, somehow.â
He must have known what you were imagining by the way you tensed up, and he laughed softly.
âDonât worry, baby, I wonât let him touch you. I wonât let anyone touch you but me. Now letâs get you out of these chains and into a hot bath, howâs that sound?â
Weakly nodding, you let your eyes fall shut as he reached up to unlock the metal cuffs around your wrists. Holding your hands in his, he softly kissed the marks left there from when youâd still been fighting, before finally scooping you up into his arms. He didnât struggle at all to lift you, and you were too exhausted to notice the way you were leaning into his chest as you dozed off.
You dreamt that you were looking out over still water, contemplative but determined, before falling right in.
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can you tell me all about void?
edit: so the week 2 half of this summary turned into an analysis so i apologize if it feels like me nerding out and talking about the dEePeR mEaNiNg
all about void.....
like all of it? am i allowed to link the wiki?
im gonna both link the wiki and a video and then give you a summary of the video because i cant be the only one that gets bored watching fnf gameplay unless its twinsomnia (even though playing vs void is actually pretty fun)
*the wiki labels a few other characters as "friend" but in the source post, they're described to be people he just gets along better with since he doesnt really form close bonds in a competitive industry
The premise to the mod is that Void, a cosmic pop star, hears about BF's rising fame and accordingly challenges him to perform at his next concert. The last line of the premise goes, "He hasn't garnered galaxy-wide fame for nothing, and there may be something *dark* under that smug exterior."
In the menu screen, the background music is replaced by supposedly some kind of remix of the original menu music, and Void kind of took it over. Once the week begins, it is very obvious that Void is an egotistical annoying little bitch but that's okay
oh also there's voice acting
Anyways he teases BF a little, boosts his own ego for a bit, and then the songs start. Nothing special happens for most of the week; BF continues to win, and Void is denying the fact that he might not hold out, thus getting more and more insecure. We don't receive a second reason about why he's so affected until the cutscene before Event Horizon, where Void's form glitches. He says nothing of it, simply continuing to tell BF where his place is. The last song is much more difficult than the others, but still very playable. The end card shows that BF and GF are enjoying their win, while Void is extremely ticked off, and the narration rhetorically asks the player, "Think you can beat the true A.C. Void?"
oh also i forgot to mention that the accretions exist, they're basically like bodyguards and try to keep void from doing SOMETHING (i forgot abt them bc they only got added after week 2)
The icon for week 2 is an album CD case, in which the CD inside is broken apart.
SPOILERS FOR WEEK 2 (this part is much longer):
BF returns to Void's stage with his motivations for doing so left ambiguous, and Void has a bit of banter with the Accretions as to which one of them let him in. Void first assumes that BF is a die-hard fan looking for an autograph, but it seems that he's learned to understand his beep language and hears that BF actually wants a rematch. Void is extremely ticked off by this, probably taking it as mockery, but BF gently persists, the Accretions back him upâand something eerie rises in Void. He agrees to do just one song.
After the song, Voidâcompletely certain he would be able to win with so much focusâis wholly enraged by this point, but persistently holding himself back everytime he might snap. (There's a fourth-wall joke regarding the character-gets-angry-in-the-last-song trope in fnf mods between this). Void then has a brief monologue hinting at a "mistake" he made long ago, one caused by an inability to keep himself "stable." Later, his Accretions try to warn him that he might snap, but they are cut off on the word "gonna" and Void yells that he's not "gonna" anything.
Void insists on a slow, lengthy song to ensure that he can beat BF for once. Near the end of the song, however, it is evident that he was too late in his suppression, and already begins to transform. He glitches more and more, and eventually snaps, resembling the "blueballs" animation, and takes on the full name "A.C. Void." A.C. remarks darkly that it's "good to be back" and also states that "Void is gone," implying that he is somewhat separate from his smug counterpart. He proceeds to monologue with a contrast to Voidâthat his purpose isn't for wealth or fame (its about the mets), but rather about a type of mentally-manipulative world domination. He reveals that his motivations might equate to what is Void's motivations, but bumped up to 100 and covered in wickedness. A.C. challenges BF to "Come face the All-Consuming Void!" and the final-final song begins.
At the end of Singularity, A.C. Void seemingly faints. BF and GF casually discuss dinner but a while later, the entity regains consciousness as Void and approaches BF. Reluctantly, he thanks BF in an agree-to-disagree way since otherwise he would have "torn the galaxy in half." BF thanks Void for "a fun twelve-ish minutes" and Void simply sighs.
THEN THERE ARE FREE PLAY SONGS BUT IM NOT MAKING THIS ANY LONGER đ ILL DO IT IN A DIFFERENT ASK OR SMTH
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Happenstance | Kamo Noritoshi
CHARACTERS: Kamo Noritoshi X You CHAPTER COUNT: 1/1 WORD COUNT: 2,287 GENRE: fluff | school au | archer!noritoshi | described reader appearance (i think) TRIGGER WARNING: very mild implied sleeping princess syndrome (somnophilia?) SPOILERS: n/a
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Sports fest â an idle time for most but to the athletes of the school.
Kamo Noritoshi was one of them, an archer for the school team and currently representing class two-six. It was a jovial time for most as there werenât any homeroom activities, but to him, it was yet another one of those boring days in school. It wasnât new to him nor was it a rare chance for him to get to play unlike the other students as almost every month, heâd join inter-school competitions, most of which were a piece of cake to him. Heâd been slinging a bow and arrow since he was five after all. They were the best team there ever was to grace the school grounds and unless they graduate from the institution, there was no way theyâd be beaten. It was routine, thus the boredom.
He glanced at his watch. It read exactly half past two. The game he was supposed to be in was already starting, but instead of being in the archery range to shoot some arrows, he was wandering inside the school building, particularly that of the freshmenâs area. It was way quieter there than the other places in the area since all of the students on that floor were excited for the games unlike the upper-class students who found the events of the day tedious. He couldnât agree more with them. He couldnât understand why there were such frivolous events apart from the necessary ones. They were of no importance to him and since his class had gotten into the finals, he wasnât needed anymore.
He treaded his way through the quiet hallways, his footsteps echoing. The surroundings were quite eerie especially that the green glow from the sunlight which was being filtered by the ostentatious greenhouse cast itself across the pristine white walls. He walked the length of the plant conservatory where a few meters of turf had been laid out as a part of the semi-indoor landscape when a strange figure caught his eyes. His stroll halted as he turned on his heels to see what it was, pressing closer to the glass wall with his curiosity overriding him. He squinted, adjusting his vision to the brighter light.
On the grass, he could make out the shape of a person, lying down as if unconsciousness caught them in the middle of a promenade. He arched a brow when he noticed a glistening tuft of long hair on the grass. It was female student â you specifically. Alarmed, he ran back to where the entrance to the greenhouse was and frantically searched for you, thinking you were injured or ailing. He found you on the same spot. Hoping that you were fine, he knelt down beside you. You were lying on your side, your back to him, vulnerable to every single danger that the school grounds could expose you to.
âWhat are you doing here?â Noritoshi whispered to himself. Ever so carefully, he tried to turn you over so he could at least recognize you. He noticed your hand which held a crimson cravat. A senior, he thought. What was a senior doing at the freshmenâs area? He smirked. Then again, he was a junior and he was there.
Even after you turned over so you were lying on your back, your luxuriant tresses covered your face like a veil. Sucking in air, he reached over, but before he could even touch you, you began stirring. Your hands reached over to your face and brushed your hair absently from your face. A soft sigh escaped your mouth, the creases on your forehead caused by the disturbance slowly smoothing into a peaceful mask as your breathing steadied, your chest rising and falling at an even pace.
Noritoshi scrambled back, frowning when he realized that you hadnât fainted. You were deliberately there, sleeping. He smiled in amusement, about to leave when a soft breeze managed to make its way through the open vents of the glass dome, rustling the vegetation along with the your dark hair. Suddenly, he found himself taken by the sight of you slumbering before his feet. Your lean, long legs were slightly bent to the right, barely concealed by the short skirt that was your uniform which clung to your hips deliberately, tracing your delicate contours.
His eyes trailed upwards to your face, cheeks lightly flushed and glowing with a healthy tinge of faded roses, lashes thick enough to cast shadows on your cheeks and lips that were the shade of cherries, slightly fuller on the lower part, all framed by sable hair that had lush curls near the tips, scattered on the grassy ground in reckless abandon. You were beautifulâŠlike a garden nymph.
He was enthralled, no other words. He found himself unable to move, wondering where he had seen such a face. He doubted it that youâve encountered each other since he never really went to the senior department. Aside from that, he never bothered to look at the people in the school long enough in all his two years stay in the institution unless he had something to do with them. He blinked slowly. For the first time, he found himself breathless for someone and he wasnât expecting that heâd see it in an unconscious girl in the greenhouse.
Thump. Thump.
He swallowed hard, feeling his heart racing the more he stared at the nameless goddess in front of him. With his body finding a mind of its own, he found himself leaning over you until your faces were but a measly inch away from each other. Slowly, his eyes began to droop until they closed, making his lips touch with your slightly open ones. Heâd never had the urge to kiss someone so badly and now that he had the chance, you werenât even responding. He relished the feel of your mouth against his, yielding and soft like candy floss to the slightest of pressures.
What are you doing attacking an unconscious person? Isnât that cowardly, a nagging voice in his head said, making him snap out of it. He inched away from your sleeping figure and swallowed hard, shaking his head, eyes wide when he realized what he just did. It was so uncommon for him to be losing his mind over anyone. I didnât just do that.
He glanced at the you, trying to clear his head. He sat down on the grass just beside you, looking up. Frustration took over him, chastising himself for the recklessness of his actions. He thought of how it would look like if the you actually woke up and caught him red-handed. He shrugged the thought off, just glad that you didnât.
Minutes turned to hours and he still stayed there. The urge to protect you was strong and yet he wasnât really protecting you, was he? What if it was your first kiss? How he dreaded the thought that he stole it and he didnât even know whether you liked it or not. He felt loathing for himself when he realized that he was as good as an offender, harassing the you while you slept.
His eyes made its way towards the your tranquil form again and to his surprise, your eyes were open, hazel ones that reflected the canopy of leaves above you. You looked rather disoriented, but even as your vision wandered to him, clear and bright under the afternoon sun, enhancing your features, you exhibited no surprise.
His guilt took the best of him and made him inch away from you, watching as you stretched your arms and blinked sleepily. You pushed yourself up and regarded him with a sleepy smile.
Finally, the goddess spoke. âTo what do I owe the honor?â you asked.
Puzzled, Noritoshi shook his head slowly. âExcuse me?â
You sighed, but was happy to repeat yourself. âI said ââ
Noritoshi was torn between laughter and frowning. âI heard what you said, butâŠâ
You giggled a bit, narrowing your eyes at him before covering your mouth to yawn. âNow I know why girls fawn over you.â
His brows shot up. âExcuse me?â he said, this time with more edge to it.
Your eyes widened a bit and you fidgeted with your cravat, your shoulders tensing. You winced, returning his gaze with your left eye closed and your right eye slightly squinting. âShouldnât have said that.â
Noritoshi shook his head. âNo⊠You donât get itâŠâ
You relaxed. âWhat donât I get?â You lightly scratched the back of your head. âSorry. I just woke upâŠerâŠwhich you already knew.â You shook your head and rubbed at your eyes.
His head tilted to the side. âYou know me.â
At that, you burst into bubbles of laughter. âSchool team archer, Kamo Noritoshi, who outshines the captain? Who wouldnât?â
His heart fluttered. The fact that you knew him made him feel glad and guilty at the same time. You knew him and with beauty like yours, he couldnât wrap his head around the fact that he never noticed you before. He shrugged, your words finally sinking in and he momentarily forgot about what he did. âNot reallyâŠâ
âAnd yet I hear rumors about you having to hide in the menâs lavatory because a mob is chasing after you. Youâve got to be kidding me.â You straightened up. âCome on. No need to be humble.â You were easy-going and cheerful, that much heâd figured out. And you also liked to talk. You apologized for your comments and asked, âWhat are you doing here? Arenât you supposed to be playing?â
He flashed you a half smile. âI didnât want to.â He shrugged then. âWhat about you? Arenât you supposed to be cheering for your class?â
You blew a raspberry. âIâd rather sleep.â
âFigures.â
You stood up. âIâm going home. Nice talking to you.â You began to make your way out of the greenhouse, waving with your cravat. âSee you around.â
Noritoshi stood up and before he could even realize what he was doing, he seized you by the wrist, stopping your progress. You turned around and eyed his hand on yours which he quickly withdrew. âSorry,â he said breathlessly.
You smiled. âItâs fine. Do you need anything?â
âYour nameâŠâ he mumbled.
âPardon?â
He looked up. âYour name. IâŠuhâŠI didn't catch it.â
Your eyes twinkled as you chuckled. âI didnât mention it.â
Noritoshiâs face heated up and he didnât need a mirror to tell how badly he was blushing. He looked down.
You bent down slightly. âAre you alright? Youâre red,â you said, a confirmation of his thoughts.
He nodded. âYes. I-itâs hotâŠthatâs all.â
You giggled. âItâs Y/N.â
âHuh?â
âMy name is L/N Y/N.â
Y/N. Pretty. He nodded. âL/N Y/N. Thank you. Itâs nice to meet you.â
âItâs just Y/N,â you half-whined and pouted a bit. âDo you want me to call you *kohai?â
He shook his head, feeling the slightest annoyance when you suggested it. âN-no.â
âThen call me Y/N and Iâll call youâŠâ
âIdiot?â he said absently, shook his head upon realization and chuckled awkwardly. âIâm kidding.â
âNoritoshi?â you offered, the way his name rolled out of your tongue making him want to hear it more.
âOkay.â
âNoritoshi it is. Bye, Noritoshi.â
You started to walk away again, but he realized it was his chance to make it up to you although you didnât know what has happened. âY/N.â
You turned on your heels and looked at him. âYes?â
âMind if I walk you home?â he blurted out.
You took his hand. âNot at all, but we should get going before your fan girls start chasing after me.â
Noritoshi chuckled and led the way. You both exited the gate and you just directed him to where you were going, your shoulders touching from time to time as you walked. You didnât live far from the school just a few blocks and soon, the of you were standing in front of a dainty-looking house with two floors surrounded with lawn and fences the color of faded limes.
âThis is me,â you said. âThank you.â
âUhâŠâ
âDo you want to walk me to my door?â you asked, voicing Noritoshiâs thoughts out.
âS-sure.â
You chuckled. âAre you always this articulate?â
He chuckled along with you, suppressing the urge to smile like an idiot until youâve reached the door.
âThank you,â you said again.
âYouâre welcome andâŠâ
You clasped your hands behind you and tilted sideways, your hair falling over your shoulder like it had a life of its own. âAnd?â
âIâm sorry.â
âFor what?â
âNothing.â
You frowned slightly. âWhatever it is, itâs fine.â
Noritoshi placed a hand behind his neck. âIâm going.â
âOkay, but before that, Iâm sorry, too.â
âHuh?â He was confused.
âIâm sorry for this.â Without warning, you wrapped your arms around his neck, stood on your toes and let your lips meet in a bold kiss.
Noritoshiâs eyes widened, but heâd soon grown accustomed to your lips which he already kissed while you were sleeping. Chills ran up and down his spine, as the urgency in your kiss heightened from just a simple contact to a kind of potent wanting. His arm found its way around your waist, holding you closer, not caring if anyone saw you as long as he was happy where he was at the moment.
He was still dazed by the time you pulled back, but contrary to his expectation for you to move further away, you leaned closer to his ear and said, âNaughty Noritoshi stealing a kiss from sleeping Y/N.â
He froze. You knew.
Finally you stood back from him, gave him one last peck on the cheek and winked at him as you opened the front door. âSee you at the greenhouse, kiss thief.â
-END-
TERMINOLOGIES:
*kohai (ćŸèŒ©) junior i.e. a person of lower grade/class/age (in school/at work) to the speaker
@fushigummy You asked, I delivered. XD did I do the man justice?
Thank you so much for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it.
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COMMISSION: Kokichi Ouma x Female Reader - Love-Hate Relationship
Thank you to my patron/client! Kokichi is always fun to write
Summary: Kokichi starts to fall for the only person in the killing game who likes him. His best friend is always on his side and has true feelings for him both platonically and romantically, but will he ruin everything with his harsh words and lies?
Friends to Enemies back to Friends to Lovers LMAO - ANGST and FLUFF
Warnings: Vulgar Language, otherwise SFW - Admin Myah
Word Count: 5.1K wordsÂ
When it all began, people didnât like Kokichi. (Y/N) found this little fact out quite quickly. It was quite obvious. He was loud, and obnoxious, and stubborn, and whiny, and a great many other negative adjectives one would use to describe, say⊠an elementary school student.
 But! ⊠he was also a great many other amazingly fantastical things, such as cunning, intelligent, hilarious, perceptive, adorable. These were the things (Y/N) saw in him, these and a lot more endearing qualities, these things the others seemingly refused to see in him. Even the more intelligent and reasonable of her peers, such as the intuitive detective Shuichi Saihara or the studied anthropologist Korekiyo Shinguuji could admit Kokichi was intelligent, but not much else. (Y/N) didnât understand it. She truly didnât think Kokichi was all that awful. Why werenât they seeing what she saw? From the moment they all arose, groggy and confused in that eerie gymnasium together she knew he would be something special, someone to watch. She had a gift for reading people like that: their souls, their intentions, their true talents.
 The two of them, in time, had even started to become friends where he had none, and she essentially became his only link to the rest of the students. It would often go something like this:Â
 Kokichi would reveal something critical, something hidden or potentially deadly that they all must know.
Kokichi, being the stubborn ass that he was, would lie about the details, or the information altogether, switching facts around and embellishing the story with fictional bits and bites.
The other Ultimates would ignore him, call him a liar, engage in some petty squabble.
(Y/N) would vouch for the little lord of lying, and the group would reluctantly scrounge up enough good faith to believe the pair.
 In times like those, (Y/N) would often chastise the tiny tyrant, forever asking him why he couldnât just play nice and help the group out of the kindness of his heart?
 There was always some nonsensical, facetious, nonchalant response.
 And without fail, the more outspoken students would try to talk some sense into (Y/N), asking her why she put up with him, why she even tried to get to know him, why she liked him.
 But it was no use, she was drawn to him, and there was no stopping or changing it. (Y/N) was always one to latch onto the people who piqued her interest, who plucked her heartstrings, be it romantically or platonically. She found herself enraptured by his mind at first, then his looks, then the way he spoke, and more specifically... the way he spoke to her.Â
 Yes, despite what the others thought, she found herself always defending him, and then, she found herself falling for him.
 And he would never in his life admit it, but he was starting to fall for her, too.Â
 When the killing game first started, the others thought of him as a brat, just a nuisance. They ignored him and at worst, they told him off like the annoying kid on the playground. Back then, she would still hang out with him, ignoring his teasing jabs or even jabbing back. He found himself surprised with her comebacks and playful insults at times.Â
 She was always around, and would never abandon him, a fact he most definitely took advantage of, for when the first killing happened, when Rantaro was taken from them and the killing game transformed from a hypothetical danger into a very, very real one, people started doubting and turning on each other. At that moment, he also was transformed in their mind. He was no longer a brat, he was becoming a villain and potential threat. People were choosing sides, forming cliques, trios, duos, going solo, and so on.Â
 And she was always on his side.
 When it came time for their terrified little class of ultimates to enter the trial grounds for the very first time, her podium was directly across from his, as if by fate. Kokichi didnât believe too much in fate⊠but he didnât mind getting a perfect view of her all trial long. He found out quickly that he may come to regret the placement, however, as it also gave her a perfect view of him, and she was no fool like the rest of them. She would watch his expressions, catch the smallest twitch of his lip or raise of his brow. Much like Shuichi, she was one of the only ones who could study his words and actions and weed out the lies⊠at least most of the time. She wasnât afraid to call him out on it, and she knew the tone of his voice better than anyone else there. She was making it terribly difficult for him to confuse others, extend the trial, stir up some fun⊠and he liked that about her. Someone who could keep up with him was certainly not boring⊠and extremely attractive.
 Even with so many people against him, dismissing both his lies and truths, verbally attacking him, she would hear him out, and by the end of it all, the innocent got out alive. The thrilling and bone-chilling trial ended with a correct verdict. Without their teamwork, even with Shuichiâs genius, it may not have been so.
 With the first trialâs conclusion, Kokichiâd made up his mind to stop simply admiring her and actually get to enjoy that not-boring personality to the fullest. Thatâs the most heâd give her: that she wasnât boring, unlike the rest of them. Grabbing her hand, he whisked her away to uncover the newest research labs that Monokumaâd allowed them access to. They inspected them all top to bottom, together as a team. They eventually would do this to every unlocked location in the academy, making short work of the campus while harassing each other, badgering and bantering, hurling insults the entire time. She was the only one he couldnât exhaust. Just when he began to think it might be a tad bit more romantic to pull some punches for her sake, he discovered he didnât have to. Sheâd punch back, and just as hard.
 In fact, he liked her so much, that when his poor classmates were subjected to the horrendous Insect Meet-and-Greet event, she was personally invited by Ouma himself, and not hauled over Gontaâs gentlemanly shoulders and carried, or worse, knocked the fuck out only to wake up surrounded by bugs.
 âHow charming,â she teased, rolling her eyes as he stood in the frame of her dorm roomâs door.
 âYeah, you should feel pretty special! I wasted precious energy coming down here to ask you to come!â He exhaled loudly, far too proud of himself.
 âWell, as much as Iâd love to be covered in roaches and piss myself when beetles attempt to crawl into every orifice on my body, I canât. Again, love to, truly, but-â
 âAwwww! But we hang out every night! And youâre lying! Youâre never busy you dirty, rotten, lying loser! Who else hangs out with you beside me?! What else do you have to do if it doesnât involve me? Your lifeâs a yawn unless I plan your daily itinerary!â He huffed, crossing his arms with a small stomp of one foot. âGosh, I hate liars!â He pouted.
 âPout all you want, Iâm not going to your bug fest. I hate bugs.â
 âWait âtil Gonta hears about your very controversial opinion!â Kokichi gasped, feigning absolute shock.
 âYou wouldnât...â her eyes widened, knowing instantly that sheâd fucked up. He didnât reply, but simply smirked, an evil, plotting, crooked grin creeping across his visage. She sighed deeply, head hanging in defeat.
 âBe my date?â He held out a hand, wiggling his fingers temptingly. Her head shot up, an uncomfortable, flustered warmth running through her cheeks and to the tips of her ears. He caught this immediately, as he caught most changes in the air, and his face twisted into an equally awkward expression for a split second before his brow furrowed and he snarled. âHurry the fuck up, shithead! You know what I meant! Letâs go or Iâm having Tarzan put your ass to sleep!â He spat, and she simply giggled, grabbing his hand before being pulled off.
 âYour date huh? I canât think of anything Iâd love more than some worms in my shoes.â
 âĄ
 That morning when they awoke, Ryoma was gone, stolen away in what they assumed was either the night or the early morning. Kokichi was usually very much unfazed, desensitized to most shock and awe in life, but this time⊠it was different. He was upset, and visibly so, stomping around the crime scene like a child, brooding.
 It wasnât the loss of a Ryoma, nor the gore and tragedy of the scene that had him so agitated, it was her reaction to it. (Y/N) wore her heart on her sleeve, and she wasnât afraid to cry in front of others, so it was no surprise that she was in tears now. Sheâd cried over both Rantaro and Kaedeâs deaths, but that was different. Kaede was a girl, and he didnât care about (Y/N) enough back when Rantaro was killed to be jealous of her tears, but now⊠he was practically green.
 (Y/N) had actually been pretty close with Ryoma. Like she did with most people, she dug past Ryomaâs appearance and the story he wanted everyone to know, and what she found was a pretty amazing guy. She wasnât as close to him as she was to Kokichi, but stillâŠ
 These werenât tears of horror from seeing a dead body, or of witnessing a young personâs life cut short. They were tears of mourning the loss of a close friend, and Kokichi was positively boiling.
 By the time heâd managed to cool himself down while effectively hiding his meltdown from the rest of them, (Y/N) had wandered off to start the investigation and avenge her friend with Shuichi. Yeah no, that wasnât going to happen. She was quickly swept away to start their own little search party. The two of them, the way it was supposed to be. Of course, he would never say all of these embarrassing thoughts aloud. Heâd make up some stupid excuse for why she just had to come with him. But it wasn't personal, and he didnât care about her.
 He didnât
 He. Didnât.
 Did he...?
 âĄ
 When it came time for the second trial, Kokichi made sure to make fun of (Y/N), calling her a crybaby, mocking her âendless blubberingâ and all the valuable time she wasted doing it. He tried desperately, now at war with his own heart and values, to convince himself she was nothing to him, that she was just another pea-brained opponent in this death game, that she was a source of entertainment at best, and nothing else.
 âShut the fuck up, Miu, nobody wants to hear that gross shit! Cream your pants later!â (Y/N) spoke across the circle to the blonde exhibitionist with a scowl on her face. Miu, in response, shriveled and whined. Kokichi couldnât help but crack a smile. That was one of the things he loved about (Y/N), how she put people in their place.
 What?! Shit, no! Not loved⊠I mean she was cool, but... not - his mind raced, trying to shake himself back to the place he wanted to be. Shit!
 The trial went on, and with every word she worsened the self-made conflict within him.
 âHow could you say that Kaito?!â (Y/N) howled at the Ultimate Astronaut, who was taken aback by her anger. Kokichi, too, found himself taken aback. Kaito was the âgood guyâ, the macho action hero, the protagonistâs best friend. While many called Kaito names, dismissed his ridiculous ideas, and even told him he was plain stupid and wrong at times, no one ever truly challenged the trusted hero duo that was Shuichi and Kaito, and certainly not with such unbridled anger. âYou must have no idea what itâs like to go through depression, to not see the point in living anymore! How dare you speak ill of Ryoma?! How dare you say he used to be your hero?!â She knew what it was like, those dark thoughts Ryoma mustâve been having for years.
 Kokichi watched her, like a spitfire, a firecracker. He forgot all about his decision to let her go, to stop interacting with her altogether after today, and couldnât help being pulled in. They spent the rest of the trial working as they usually did: together, as a team. He spoke up more, and they teased each other, flirting harmlessly and carrying on.
 And the others were starting to noticeâŠ
 âMan, canât you two save it for when youâre alone?! Damn! I can practically see you undressing each other with your eyes, bleh!â Miu gagged before letting out one of her infamous cackles. (Y/N)âs face ran hot, instinctively leaning back on her podium. Her bottom lip caught itself between her teeth, at a loss for words as she met Kokichiâs gaze.
 âYeah right, as if! Iâd love to be discussing with literally anyone else here but you guys all have the personality of dirty pond waterâŠâ Kokichi sighed defensively, looking at his nails as if Miuâs words meant nothing to him.Â
 (Y/N) knew how he was, she knew harsh words and lies were his coping mechanism, but she couldnât help the way her shoulders sunk.
 âĄ
 Despite her hurting heart, when Kokichi - the shit-stirrer that he was - revealed Makiâs truth to the group after Kirumiâs execution, (Y/N) was the only one to throw herself between them, prying Makiâs hands from her best friendâs throat.
 âFuck, now sheâs out here tryna die for this asshole!â Miu crowed. âHA HA! Theyâre definitely fuckinâ!â She held her stomach, practically in tears from her laughing fit.
âShut up! Just shut up!â (Y/N) pushed past the crowd, tired of them, tired of the humiliation, tired of Kokichi, tired of all of it. She left the trial room, running all the way and not stopping until she was locked up in her room.
 After the public embarrassment and Kokichiâs heartless dismissal of their⊠complicated relationship, maybeâŠ.
Maybe now it was her turn to cut him off.
 âĄ
Days passed and she refused to see him. She stayed locked up in her room at night and avoided him during the day, well... avoided him as best she could. Kokichi wasnât one to be ignored if he didnât want to be. He persisted, harassing and tracking her around, begging her to talk to him, to play, to prank others with him, to investigate the new research labs, but she simply pretended he wasnât there. It hurt, it really hurt to shut him out, but to go on with him acting like she didnât matter in public and then deciding she did in private hurt even worse. Her loyalty could only go so far. She wouldnât allow him to mess with her heart any longer⊠or so she thought.
 âĄ
Hours before the third trial was to commence, (Y/N) found herself outside of Korekiyoâs research lab when what looked like a walking corpse stumbled by. She cried out, running over to a dazed Kokichi, bumbling about light-headed and pale, with fresh blood running freely down his head.
 âKokichi!â Her feelings be damned! She couldnât just sit there and watch him suffer or worse. Who knew how much blood heâd already lost? Crazed with worry, she threw his arm over her shoulder, looking around frantically wondering why no one else had noticed him yet.
 The answer was simple: no one else cared. They probably had noticed and simply written him off. (Y/N) pouted, contemplating leaving him there⊠she was supposed to be mad at him.
 âOhhhhh⊠gah! ...Damn you, Kokichi!â How did he keep doing this? How was he worming his evil little ass into her heart again and again?! She began dragging him down the stairs and toward the dorms. The investigation would have to wait.
â(Y-Y/N)...?â Kokichi mumbled in his ditzy state. âHoo hoo! I thought we werenât talkinâ?!â He nearly tumbled from her arms, weak and wobbly.
 âOh, shut up, asshole!â (Y/N) growled, nearing the dormitory area and pulling him into her room.
 âĄ
 âMan, that sucked!â Kokichi sat leaned against the glass of the sliding shower door in the small personal offshoot bathroom attached to her small dorm room. A cold washcloth sat covering his forehead, wetting the messy strands of his long bangs.
 âTell me again why you didnât just call for help once you realized how badly you were bleeding?â (Y/N) made small talk, wringing out the soiled rag sheâd initially used to clean him off. He took a swig of some icy bottled water sheâd provided and glowered, his bottom lip out in contemplation.
 â âCause I didnât think anyone would comeâŠâ he spoke flatly, exhausted with the loss of blood and shittiness of it all. She froze, turning to him.
 âIâm sorryâŠâ she sighed, replacing the washcloth on his head with some gauze that she started to gently wrap around the rather deep wound.
 âYou should be! Hmpf!â He crossed his arms and she pulled on the gauze sharply, tightly constricting the oozing sore. âShit!â
 âDonât start, dickhead. Youâre lucky Iâm choosing to forgive you!â She chided. He shot her a dirty look, and for moments they sat in silence.
 â... For a moment I thought you hated me⊠like the rest of them,â he finally spoke up, any amount of silence torturous to his child-like psyche. She felt her heart sink.
 â... I could never.â She smiled softly, fighting off a nagging frown that threatened to present itself. Before he could make this even more awkward, she stood, taking control of the situation. âOkay, Iâll be right back, you stay right here. I donât want you passing out again.â She took off, closing the bathroom door and sneaking away into the main room.
 Shuffling through her closet and by extension her Monokuma-provided wardrobe, she peeled off first her shirt then her uniformâs skirt, both now completely ruined by dark patches of Kokichiâs blood, her reward for carrying his sorry ass all the way here. Now in only her underwear, she reached for a replacement uniform and wandered over to her bedside table for her deodorant and some facial wipes. As she wiped the grime and sweat from the crevices of her oily face, the bathroom door slid open with an impatient force behind it.
 âIâm boooooooored-â
 âAhh!â She screeched, rushing to cover herself up before she could even process what was happening, but the only things nearby were her comforter and intricate uniform.
 âOh, God! Why are you naked?!â Kokichi hollered, his face turning beet red. (Y/N) pulled the comforter up and around her body, her uniform falling from the bed.
 âI told you to wait there!â Her cheeks felt engulfed in flames, the skin all over her body hot and her feathers effectively ruffled.
 âYou didnât say why! You didnât say you were doing a strip show in here!â He retorted, covering his eyes with one arm, more for her to save face than out of his own desire.
 âGet out! Just get out!â She screamed, tears pricking her eyes.
 âBut-!â
 âNow!!â Full of a genre of rage he almost never felt, he conceded, stomping out of her room without another word.
 (Y/N) fell to her bed, screaming into her pillow like nobodyâs business. She felt ashamed, mortified, infuriated. Why, for once, couldnât he just listen?! Her body was never something she was confident in or proud of, and now, to have him, the guy she had feelings for see her like that, and not only practically naked, but caught off guard⊠it was as more than she could handle.
 âĄ
 The trial room was relatively quiet that afternoon. The usual suspects were chatting, defending themselves, accusing others. Shuichi was having a pretty smooth trial - a blessing in his eyes - with Kokichi not giving him an easier time than usual. When he did speak, it was his usual lies, with an underlying irritated tone, but he never spoke a word to (Y/N), and (Y/N) hardly spoke at all. After some time, someone addressed the elephant in the room⊠err, other than the murders, that isâŠ
 âSoooo, uhâŠâ Kaito, courageous as always, spoke out, â(Y/N), you awake over there? We could use some help to, you know, find the culprit so we donât all bite it?â He was only somewhat gentle with his words, having already made up with her after the last trialâs argument, but anxious over the current situation. âShuichi and I canât handle this on our own! You usually have a lot to say!â
 âI resent that comment, Kaito, as I believe I help plenty, but yes,â Kiibo rolled his metallic eyes to the sky, ever focused on the current goal, âyou do usually have more to say, (Y/N). We could really use another opinion here.â
 âSomething wrong with (Y/N)?â Gonta, always concerned for his friendsâ feelings inquired, brows furrowed in concern.
 âHah!â Miu spat. âOf course somethingâs wrong! Haven't you noticed that little prick over there ainât feedinâ us his bullshit nearly as much as neither?!â She pointed at Kokichi before placing a haughty hand on her hip. âHe probably slipped her his little prick, and it was so tiny she was turned off for good! Probably canât even speak, sheâs so disappointed! Hella awkward!â She roared. Everyone exchanged the familiar looks of disgust or scorn that came after one of Miuâs outbursts, and as (Y/N) opened her mouth to defend them both, she was cut off.
 âMore like the other way around!â Kokichi hurled Miuâs statements right back in her face, his knuckles crunching down on his podium with a vice-like grip. âAfter I saw her naked earlier, I was the one leaving with a softie!â He growled, his frustrations, self-loathing, and need to be in control and defend himself all culminating in these toxically destructive words.
 A few audible gasps were heard in the room, a few laughs from Monokuma and his remaining offspring, and the more mature students such as Maki and Shuichi simply sighing in exhaustion, wondering why they kept getting off track with useless information. (Y/N) felt her knees almost buckle.
 No. Not this time! She heard her mind shout at her heart, and she slammed her hands down on her podium, all embarrassment melting into pure rage.
âYOU- GOD!â An encore slam down onto the flat metal, âYou FUCKING asshole! Thatâs not what happened you goddamn fucking LIAR, and you know it!â Her voice was hoarse with the force of it.
 âUh oh! Struck a ner-â Miu began to speak.
 âYou shut the fuck up!â (Y/N) pointed to the busty instigator before directing her venomous ire back at Kokichi, who refused to look her in the eyes. âI did everything to help you after your dumb ass fell through the fucking floor, and this is how Iâm repaid?! I do everything with you and for you, and this is how you treat me?! Why do you always sit here and lie to these people about us?! Fucking shithead fucking-â she was struggling for words, holding back tears. âYou tell them the truth, that I had your blood all over me from patching you up because no one else likes your sorry ass! Everyone else wouldâve left you passed out on the floor or worse dead from blood loss or killed by the culprit who seems to be on a fucking spree!â She gestured wildly, talking with her hands. âYou walked in on me changing my bloody clothes! It was your fault! Just like itâs your fault that you have one fr-â her voice broke, and she looked to her feet. âNo friends. Fuck you⊠Shuichi just finish the fucking trial we all know who the culprit is.â She looked down the rest of the trial, saying nothing, hearing nothing, just a ringing in her ears.
 âThis is reeeeeeal fuckinâ awkward and I hate it here,â Miu cooed, rubbing her hands together.
 âĄ
 As soon as the trial was over, Kokichi, feeling the weight of his best friendâs words, searched high and low for her. The campus was huge with many places to hide, but he knew her well, and he knew her favorite spots. He checked the AV room, library, casino, her research lab, and her room first, then everywhere else, asking anyone he came across about her whereabouts.
âDude you messed up, even by your standards,â Kaito demeaned with a righteous fist in the air.
âI think itâs completely reasonable that she would not want to speak with you,â Kiibo sighed.
âKokichi, you probably really hurt her. Just let her be, thatâs the right thing to do,â Shuichi offered guidance even to the worst of his peers any time he could.
âWhy are you speaking to me?â Maki walked away.
âĄ
At long last, finding himself in the basement after wallowing around the school for a while, he opened the door to the AV room for some space and privacy, seeing as it was rarely used since Rantaroâs death. He gasped.
 â(Y/N)!â She turned from her position reading on the little couch, startled, and immediately turned back upon seeing the owner of the voice. He closed the door behind him, shuffling over with his tail between his legs. Quickly, before she could notice, he forced a rather convincing peppy voice. âThe heck?! I already checked here!â She knew that. Sheâd been there earlier, and left when she heard he was making the rounds only to return later, but she didnât say as much now. âSoooo? Whatcha readinâ?â He grinned, plopping down on the floor beside her seated position on the couch. She didnât respond, didnât change her expression, and merely kept reading. âCâmon!!! Readingâs boring!!! Well,â he tapped his finger on his lip pensively ânot always! But your taste in books is! Letâs at least go find some good shit to read together!â She had not the mental or physical energy, the want nor the need to banter with him. As far as she was concerned, this⊠whatever it was, was over.Â
 Kokichi sighed, taking the hint to stop talking but not the hint to leave her the fuck alone. She would not physically kick him out, he knew this, and it seemed she wouldnât do it verbally either. It was safer not to be alone, she rationalized in her mind⊠well, only if the group knew who was paired up and when, but he would never hurt her⊠physically. And she would never hurt him. And so, Kokichi resolved to sit there, just sit there and stare: at the ceiling, at her, at his thumbs. After the first thirty minutes he began to make pretend snow angels on the ground with his arms and legs flopping together and apart. He lapped around the room a few times, looked through the DVD options, sat with her on the couch, moved closer, then further, then closer, back and forth trying to get some reaction. Usually he could at least annoy someone into paying attention to him. Even negative attention was still attention. She was never like this with him. This was bad⊠he could feel his selfish little heart ache.
 An hour passed, and then another. Sheâd picked up a sketch pad sheâd stored in the couch cushions, doodled, changed books, and now was reading again. Heâd begun running his fingers up and down her thigh, making explosion and car noises when he hit her knee. And finally, he spoke.
 âYou know, youâre super brave to be down here alone, you know... before I got here I mean⊠or at all really. Place is spooky⊠haunted since Rantaro got murked. No one comes down here but you. Surprised youâre down here⊠but I guess you always are.â He could feel the stone wall sheâd put up between them. âYou know, it kinda sucks, that we lost RantaroâŠâ
 â...and Ryoma, and Tenko, and Kirumi, Angie, Kiyo, KaedeâŠâ she spoke up, irritated by his flippance. âDonât forget them like they donât matter.â He twiddled his thumbs in response.
 âAt least you didnât dieâŠâ he tapped on the back of the book you were reading, making the pages shake before her eyes.
 âLike youâd care if I did,â she replied without hesitation.
 âI woooooould,â he pulled at her sleeve like a toddler aching to be picked up.
 âIâm ugly. Iâm fat and hideous and a turn off and just disgusting, right? So who cares if I die?â She spoke like she was reciting a grocery list: monotone, uninterested.
 âWell⊠I can still care about ugly peopleâŠâ he batted his eyelashes innocently. The look she shot him told him she was not in the mode for jokes. âB-but, youâre not ugly! Youâre way hotter than Maki or Miu or any other hag here! I just said all that stuff to catch Miu off guard! It was all a lie!â He was getting nervous now, sitting upright beside her on the couch.
 âThat is not an apology,â she rebuked.
 âAww come on, forgive me!â He collapsed, resting face down on her stomach and stretching his body out on the cushions behind him. âYouâre my best friendâŠâ His words were muffled, but she could make them out still. âYouâre more than thatâŠâ her ears perked up, and she began to hear sniveling. Slowly, a wetness began to seep through her shirt onto her abdomen.
 Was he�
 She placed a single hand on the back of his black locks and ran her fingers through the messy mop. The other placed the book on the floor then joined the other. For a few peaceful moments they sat silently while she stroked his scalp and played with the waves.
 âIâm sorryâŠâ an apology came through his sniffles, but he would not lift his head up, never in a million years would someone see him cry genuine tears.
 âI canât hear you,â she lied, something she learned from him. A devious smirk he could not see crossed her lips.
 âYes you can!â Muffled frustration vibrated her tummy.
 âWell since I canât hear you anyway this conversation is ov-â
 His head shot upward, a snarl crossing his red, moist, puffy face. He pulled his knees up, leaning forward with all his weight
And pressed his lips deeply into hers.
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