#actually sickening like i almost cried

[hardrockshrimp]

I finally got little Nick to his mama <3 I should've recorded his reaction but it was such an instant decision I made that I didn't think to WHICH IS SOMETHING I NEED TO WORK ON BUT I ALSO DONT WANNA MAKE IT LOOK LIKE IM DOING IT ONLY FOR THE REACTION AND VIDEO

Anyways, sweet baby angel Nick <3

[bitchimasnake-sss]

I need a part 2 to ‘meddle about’😩 I loveee your writing

i was literally about to go sleep rn but made a conscious decision to ignore the needs of my body to write horny filth <3

☆ into you!

part 02 to meddle about! // in which the younger itoshi loses all inhibitions. //

synopsis: who knew being involved with itoshi rin would be such a headache? now, about 10,000 km away from home, you realize that you're stuck with him in barcelona. as distances between you two grow greater, the only thing that brings you closer is an... aphrodisiac?! pairing: afab!reader x itoshi rin [aged up.] wc: 5.5k cw: NOT PROOFREAD. WRITTEN CAUSE I LOVE DESPERATE MEN. MDNI. includes: A LOTTT OF PLOTTT!! dom-ish!reader x bottom!rin. one-room only trope (hehehehehhe), aphrodisiac, guided handjob, praise (m!receiving), overstimulation (m!receiving), rin cries so, i guess dacryphilia(?). they're both gonna piss you off and you're gonna love it. guess starring: rin's COMMUNICATION ISSUES 🗣️🔊 m.list

it took you exactly 45 mins sitting next to rin itoshi in a closed-off airplane to decide that either he was the dumbest man alive or he needed a guided lesson to understand social cues. or maybe, just maybe, he was such an entitled prick that he could just simply ignore a fuming woman next to him for forty-five minutes straight without as much as a worry-line on his pristine forehead.

you had huffed and huffed, and then huffed some more by the time rin finally asked you a question. the question? "are you cold or something?"

"no?" your eyebrows bunched at his question. could he not see the blanket you had draped over your lap as you had cozied in the seat he had paid for?

"then why are you making so much noise?"

"oh?" you scoffed, "if it is this hard to be seated next to me, then please get off on the next layover and catch a flight back home."

his answer came before you could even finish, "no, i'm good."

and then again, the cycle of silence repeated itself by dragging itself along it's sickening pattern. rin flipped through a magazine, locked in as if there was nothing more enticing to him than the history of airplanes and their mechanism, all while you fumed in your seat.

it's not like you wanted to talk to rin itoshi or something!

it's just the principle of the situation that pissed you off beyond belief! here you two were, sitting next to each-other in a metal contraception that was hovering several hundred feet above ground to land you in another continent — a process that was going to take several hours. there was absolute silence — most people dozing off, reading or watching a movie by themselves while enjoying the finer things in life like champagne and caviar.

if there was any place in earth to sort out miscommunications, then this was probably the top of that list! and yet, that raven-haired man lost himself in the world of airplane mechanics. like, what even?!

again, it's not like you wanted rin itoshi to apologize to you or something!

it's just shouldn't he atleast bother after trying so hard that day? i mean, it's not like you missed the way his hands felt or the expensive, well-curated fragrance of his car whenever he picked you up or dropped you, or whatever lopsided, half-baked smile he gave you every once in a while. no, it was the principle of the situation that was bothering you!

you sighed and rin gave you a side-eye without even turning an inch to face you. he cleared his throat, another question at the tip of his stupid — albeit, very skilled — tongue, "do you want to drink?"

"no." you spit out, almost impressed at how good he was at being wrong, "obviously not." actually, right now, with a headache next to you, some wine sounded delightful. "actually— i mean, wine sounds nice."

rin pushed the button to call the airstaff and you let go of any of your restraints. you turned towards him, body leaning into his physical space as if you needed to examine him up-close for brain damage, "do you really not know what's bothering me?"

"no." rin admitted seriously and your eyebrows furrowed at how sincere he sounded. you repeated, "you don't?"

he shrugged and you found yourself muttering, "seriously? you don't?"

"no," he turned his face to look at you and deadpanned, "either tell me what's wrong or shut up and go to sleep."

the audacity! here you were trying to communicate with him while he thought you should 'go to sleep'??? he should go to hell!

"fine." you clenched you jaw, turning around to wait for your wine in peace. under your breath, you muttered, "sae would probably never act like this."

"what was that?"

you turned to the pro-player, eyes narrowed and tongue venomous, "i cannot wait to see sae play in real life."

"thanks to me, yes." rin shrugged, "and his play isn't that impressive. the media just happens to make any lukewarm bullshit look good on tele."

"th-thanks to you?!" you spluttered, still not moving on from the first half of his statement, "i'm sorry but did i not refuse to come and you begged me—"

"—beg is a strong word."

"you begged me to come, rin itoshi." you bit back and rin turned to you with his own eyes narrowed, "i didn't beg you, i just didn't want you to think i took advantage of you."

"you literally, literally left me laying on the couch while you ran off to the bathroom for god-knows-what reasons!" you ranted, leaning in till your noses were inches apart and you two were all up in each other's business, "and then, next morning you left me all alone in your stupid penthouse—"

"i left you a text and food?" now it was rin's turn to act confuse. he inched forward daringly and the tips of your noses collided. eyes against yours in a heated dance, he hissed, "and i drew you a bath which you never even took."

"hah?" you scoffed, not pulling back lest he thinks he has won the competition against you, "that explains leaving me after we were done?"

"i rushed to the bathroom bec—" and then for the first time in his adult life, rin itoshi froze. because, tell me, how in god's name was he supposed to admit that just one look at your flushed, post-orgasm face had him spilling into his sweats as if puberty had hit him yesterday? just one split-second look away from your pretty pussy to your ruined face was enough for his to lose all physical restraint over his well-trained body? how could he let you see that, or even hear about it? it was embarrassing. worse, it was ego-threatening.

how was rin itoshi supposed to admit that he couldn't help but feel all types of things whenever you were around?

so, instead, he bit his tongue and made up an excuse — a bad one, but an excuse nonetheless, "i rushed because i remembered something."

"in the bathroom?" you repeated slowly and he nodded, hoping that the warmth of his cheeks wasn't on display.

"i— remembered that i needed to take a shower."

"immediately afterwards?"

"yes, sweat makes me feel gross." he nodded again, averting his gaze from you, "it's just one of those things."

"oh my god, you're such a fucking prick!" now, maybe those aren't the words you should be saying to the man who was paying for your flight to see your favourite player but he did just admit that he left you alone to take a stupid shower.

you two were only interrupted by the air-hostess bringing you a much-needed glass of wine. for the next nine hours till your next layover, you didn't even bother glancing at rin itoshi's stupid face.

but as you sat in silence, you realized that the upcoming days were going to be nice, atleast. you had planned an entire cozy itinerary without rin itoshi to meddle in your business, infact. the plan was simple: were going to land the next evening, and would probably stay-in that night to recover from the jet lag. the next morning you planned to visit some local areas, cafes, and such. and the third day was sae's match. then, you'd catch the flight home! fun!

so, you took in a deep breath, reminding yourself that it was only a matter of hours before you could get rid of rin. until then, all you had to do was ignore him. correct!

it was only after you had landed in barcelona that you interacted with rin — not too much though, only to thank him for the tickets and to avail you a taxi since he claimed he knew enough spanish to get around.

"what?" the pro-player cocked an eyebrow, dialing some number on his phone, "we're going to the hotel together, why do you need another taxi?"

"you paid for my hotel room?" your eyes widened, your grip on reality seemingly slipping as you realized that rin itoshi probably wouldn't book some cheap, 3rd-class hotel.

"yes?" he answered just as nonchalantly before answering the phone and sprouting out some spanish.

and there go your cozy vacation plans down the drain!

"you—" you were tongue-tied, so catastrophically shocked that you weren't even sure of what was happening and what wasn't, "why would you do that?!"

"well?" rin covered his phone half-heartedly, looking at you as if you were the one who had gone mad, "did you think i would just bring you here and leave you as it is?"

you stepped closer to him, voice hushed so as to not cause a scene at the airport, "i don't need more favours that you. i told you that."

"don't worry." rin muted the call with a quick swipe, "i am not gonna ask for any favours in return. this one's on me..." you almost missed the next few words, "cause i've been a prick lately."

you're not quite sure how it happened or why, but here you stood at the reception of a seven-star hotel while rin held a heated discussion with the staff in a foreign language.

many minutes passed by, following which the pro-player finally came walking back to you. his face fell, "they're saying they only have one room free."

"what?"

"i swear i booked two. i'm not playing around with you." you heard a mild panic in his otherwise cool tone and you held a palm up, "it's good — a sign from the universe! i should probably go, anyways. i'll find an accommadati—"

"no." rin was fierce. his face dipped lower, hot breath fanning across your face as he repeated, "you're not doing anything stupid like that. if anyone has to go, i will. you stay here."

"rin." you tried to argue but the receptionist called rin back for some reason. the next time rin came back to you, he was sickeningly pale.

"what did they say? someone has to go, right. i will—"

"—uh," the man looked at the polished marble underneath, his lower lashes so prominent as he closed his eyes, "they actually, kinda upgraded us to a honeymoon suite."

huh? honestly, this wasn't the weirdest thing that had happened to you this month. what's next? you're gonna go to the room and find a stack of condoms and a invitation for you two to fuc—

"—k me." you spoke aloud as soon as you entered the room. not only was it thrice the size of your studio apartment, and had a private pool in the balcony, but on the bed lay a stack of condoms, chocolates, cliche rose petals and an classy envelope with MR. AND MRS. ITOSHI printed on it.

rin picked the card up, opened it up and immediately went beet-red. you wouldn't be surprised if the card read "have a good time fucking!"

"i- i'll take the couch." rin stuffed the card deep into the pocket of his pants, ignoring the climbing warmth that painted his pale face uncharacteristically scarlet, "you take the bed."

"don't be ridiculous. i'm not taking the bed."

"there's no point arguing." he averted his gaze skillfully, hoping that the pink dusting his cheeks was not visible to you, "i... i'll take the couch. meanwhile, you can go wash up."

well, to be fair even the couches here looked better than your home couch but again, it was about the principle of the situation!

barcelona, day 01. evening.

truly, there was no point arguing with the rin itoshi because now, here you were ten minutes later, clearing the bed and throwing the chocolates and flavoured condoms in the side-drawer, never to be used by you two.

once done, you laid your clothes out and made your way to the shower. your footsteps were soft pitter-patters against the delicate rug and rin glanced back from the couch.

"shower?" he asked, and you nodded. at your curt answer, he pressed his lips into a thin line, "if you need something, call my name. i'll come."

you had slipped in the bathroom with nothing more than a soft nod to acknowledge him because... let's be real, why would you need him while showering? he could rest assured that there would no shenanigans happening on your end.

but now as the soft, luxurious soapsuds lapped against your skin so gently, the warm water of the tub slowly growing cold and leaving you devoid of any warmth in it's wake, you considered calling rin in.

closing your eyes, a dark, familiar curtain fell in front of your eyes and you tipped your head upwards. chewing on your bottom lip, you were divided whether the deal you and rin had once struck up still stood? and in that case, did you owe him something since he was responsible for your accommodation for the next three days here. but then again, he did act like a prick and maybe it was his way of making it up to you. but then again, he didn't act as much of a prick to repent by keeping you in a fucking seven-star residence.

you brought your hands over your face, the skin growing colder ever so slowly under the cruel stretch of time you were subjecting yourself to. then, some sort of peace washed over you. you dragged your hands down your skin, looking at the wooden door to the bathroom.

something clicked.

maybe, maybe this decision wasn't for you to take? maybe rin itoshi was the one who was supposed to decide if he wanted you or not?

"rin!" you called out, finally.

the doorknob turned almost immediately and you half-heartedly wondered if he had been standing at the edge, waiting for the echo of his name past your lips. of course not. but it was fun to imagine that rin itoshi wanted you so desperately.

on the other side, rin had been standing at the doorstep, listening to the soft cascades and waves of water as you took your sweet time in there. okay, maybe it was a bit pathetic for a pro-player like him to stand at the edge of a door waiting to be summoned but it's not like you'd ever know, right? right?

but as soon as he heard the shout of his name, his fingers found the cold metal and he stepped inside — and there you were. you had drawn up a flimsy towel to cover up your soaking body, soapsuds still clinging helplessly onto your legs as you stood at the edge of the humongous bathtub.

"ye-yeah?" rin commanded his attention to focus on the bathtub and not you. because if he looked at your soaked skin and hair, your perked buds against the soft fabric of the towel and the slightly rosy tint of your cheeks — rin was convinced he would either go insane from the idea or never having you again or do something that'll break the promise of being strangers.

"i, uh—" your gaze ran it's course from him to the vacant bathtub. a lone sweat droplet traveled down the ridge of your spine and you blamed the hotness of the enclosed bathroom for it. voice unsure, you asked, "i wanted to heat the water up. it got cold, so..."

"uhm," rin swallowed, brushing past you to look at the array of smaller buttons at the edge of the bathtub.

"this one." he pointed to a button which had hot written on it. "just press it till the temperature is to your liking."

"oh?" you leaned in, staring at the button next to him, "right." a nervous laugh rang out in that closed, hot room, "i don-don't know how in the world did i miss that."

rin turned around, avoiding to look at you, "s'okay."

you were so close that he could smell the fragrance of the expensive bath gel on your skin. the smell went straight to his head, intoxicating him and making him stutter in his usually confident demeanor. he wondered if he reached out and played with the wet strands of your hair, will you push his hand back or slap him?

but rin itoshi wasn't looking for the answer to that question, so he just asked, "anything else?"

you shook your head with a soft no.

"okay, then." rin took hurried step towards the door, never once looking back to you, "and hurry up, i- uh, i gotta wash up too."

"o-okay?"

he shut the door behind him with a surprisingly loud thud! and now, you stood in the previously occupied bathroom with a confirmed answer: rin itoshi did not want you. like... at all.

that's what his cold demeanor had told you, atleast. he had not even bothered to give you a look that lasted more than a spilt-second and then promptly left as soon as he felt it fitting. you sunk back into the cold water, half-annoyed at yourself for calling him and half-annoyed at him for being so fucking closed-off.

for the rest of the day, you both had minimal contact. he didn't bother you with questions, and you didn't annoy him with answers. rin was busy on his laptop, attending team meetings and answering sponsors about his sudden getaway to spain while you just sat on the bed, doomscrolling the rest of the evening away. somehow, within your silences, you both had found a comfortable pattern to just be.

that was until dinner.

"you're not going to bed?" you tried to ask, patting the pillows to fluff them up to your liking.

"no," rin didn't bother looking back from where he sat on the couch. a glass of wine pinched between his fingers, a monotonous expression on his pretty face, "i have some work to finish up. are you? going to sleep... i mean?"

"yeah." you nodded and a silence fell across the room. within the thick fog of silence, you could almost tell apart the strumming of your own heart. moments turned eternal and you held your bated breath for some kind of acknowledgement from him. when none came, you spoke up again, "are you sure you'd be okay on the couch?"

"mhm. don't worry."

"okay then," you pursed your lips, laying down on the godawfully soft mattress, "see you tomorrow... goodnight."

"g'night." he finally breathed out and you're not quite sure when exactly you fell asleep on the silken sheets, but you were awoken by the sound of someone showering once the sky was bright and clear.

barcelona, day 02.

rin didn't say anything to you as he walked out of the shower with his hair wet, nor did you say anything to him as you got ready for a day of tourist activities. he told you he was gonna stay in, said he had sponsor meetings and you bid him goodbye as you went out to see the place around. the day passed by in a blur of tourist activities and kind strangers, away from rin itoshi.

when you came back, he didn't ask you formal questions about how your day was, and you didn't tell him polite answers. you two stayed stuck in your cycle of silence. that was all.

that was all until it was far too late into the night, at least.

you stepped out of the shower, far gone to care about his presence in the room. it was clear that he held no desire for you, so you waltzing out of steaming shower with nothing but a robe was probably child's play to him.

hair wet, face flushed, you found your gaze drifting to the couch only to notice the absence of rin. eyebrows marrying, your gaze scanned the entire room carefully — from the empty couch to the dark balcony to finally, the least probable place: your bed.

and surprisingly, that's where you found him; face flushed, palms sweaty and limbs shaking as he met your eyes. what?

"rin?" instinct took ahold of you, steps rushing to reach the man who looked clearly unwell. you brought a steady palm up to his forehead, checking his temperature. your eyes locked against his dilated ones, words shivering under the intensity, "d-did something happen?"

"i—" rin almost gasped as you put your palm on his neck next to check for the temperature. voice growing gruff, he looked away, "'m fine. i jus' kinda feel— i feel weird."

"weird?" your brows bunched as you trailed a soft palm up to his cheek, and rin shivered under you. "weird how?"

"i dunno." his voice seemed to turn hoarser, as if it had gotten harder to speak with each wayward touch you planted across his scorching skin, "i- i ate their stupid chocolates and—"

"—what?"

"the ones you put in the..." he pointed to the side-table, "there."

you rushed to the side-table, clumsy fingers pulling out the heart-shaped chocolates only to turn them around to read if they said something. and oh boy, was there something they said. aphro—

"—odisiac." you breathed out the word, shaky vision travelling back to the pro-player who seemed to grow tenser and tenser with each passing second.

"rin," you called out carefully, taking a step towards him, "how many of these did you have?"

"th-ree, no, four."

"seriously?!" your voice squeaked, body turning towards him fully to take notice of the sweat beading at his forehead, the sheen plastered across the bridge of his nose and the apples of his cheek, his labored breathing.

he pulled at the collar of his t-shirt, trying desperately to dissipate the heat that his body seemed to torture him with "i feel hot, and—" rubbing his palms down against his sweats, he looked up at you, utterly helpless. "—what's happening to me? i- don't—"

"it's okay, it's okay." you cut him off, "take off your shirt."

rin followed your command blindly. nimble fingers pinched the ends of his t-shirt only to pull it off himself as fast as he could. underneath the material, his chest was flushed red to match his face.

"d-does it feel any better?" and rin groaned at your stupid question, "no."

the man shifted his pelvis, trying to pull at the waistband of his sweats when your gaze finally traveled to the tent in his pants. he looked pained, eyes frenzied and breath stuttering as he tried to figure out a position where his aching dick didn't drive him insane.

you stepped closer, and closer, and closer till you were standing a mere inches away from him. a finger under his sharp jaw, you pulled his face upwards to meet yours. a slow breath, "rin."

and he almost whimpered at the way you held him still, "y-yeah?"

"let me help."

at his feverish nods, you sunk to your knees. practiced hands tugged at his waistband and he complied all-too-excitedly to lift his hips up and free his cock of this endless torture.

his muscles visibly relaxed at your slow breathing against his heated tip — reddened, it oozed pre out that cascaded down his shaft. rin threw his head back, wet hair sticking to his nape as you placed a carefully calculated kiss to the tip. your tongue carefully pressed against his slit as you sucked on the tip and rin all but combusted.

"a-ah," his deep voice pitched up, hips squirming as you toyed with him, "fuck, fuck fuuhck—"

your hand pulled his towards his cock and he looked down at you, confused, "what..?"

your eyes stayed locked against him as you placed his own hand on the bottom half of his erection, hollowed cheeks still sucking on the tip. your hand encompassing his own, you guided him to slowly stroke himself as you kept toying with his flushed tip.

"fuck-ing god." rin breathed and for once, he didn't avert his gaze from you. your heated hold over his hand prompted him to pump himself faster. and although, his own touch was familiar, the way you looked up at him — all doe-eyes and sinful kisses — made his thighs shake.

"god—" his voice choked, head thrown back and eyes clenching shut in an effort to not cry at the way your tongue played against his silt, how your hand squeezed his, urging him, begging him to go on.

you let go of his tip only to pull his face downwards to look at you, "look at me. stop fuckin' running away."

and this time, a whimper did escape him at your words. lips wobbling, eyebrows bunched and lashline heavy with unresolved tears — rin itoshi was fuckin' beautiful as he stared down at you.

you pressed another kiss to the tip and his hand sped up under your command until— splash! his toes curled, body leaning back as his voice shook with desperate moans, and thick, white ribbons of cum painted his hand and your lips in a wretched pearlish glow.

rin huffed, eyes blown wide at the view of his essence on your lips and the way you seemed to pursue his taste with your tongue— cleaning him up so carefully that it made him hard all over again. shit.

a sudden strong hold on your arms pulled you upto him and his jittery fingers pulled at the belt of your robe to have you all to himself. as he tried to undo the knot with his shaky fingers, you raked a hand through his wet hair, travelling backwards till your palm was cradling the back of his head ever-so-softly.

and then, you pulled at the base of his strands and rin whined in response. the lewd sounds accompanied the driveling of his hips into the cold air, and with each strained rut, more of his cum oozed down his abused cock.

"fuck, rin." it was your turn to whimper, now. eyes blown and face heated, you looked between the man and his erect, throbbing, filthy cock. who knew rin itoshi could be so fucking messy?

eyes clenched, lips agape and breath stolen — rin itoshi was rendered useless and you pushed him backwards into the bed before disrobing yourself.

your naked body climbing over his, you pumped his overstimulated cock with a languid pace, using his own essence as a lubricant for his own undoing.

"fuck." his eyes stayed clenched, forehead drawn into lines as his body responded to each one of your endlessly torturous acts. he gasped as you kissed his neck, his jawline and then, his shoulder.

"you're doin' so well, rin." your voice was soft against his heated skin, and you kissed his jaw again, sucking slow enough for him to lose his mind. then, you repeated, "so fucking well."

and that seemed to be rin itoshi's kryptonite.

words pitched, moans obscene and muscles spasming under your touch, rin came again. and again, and again, and fucking again as you kept toying with him.

now, you're weren't sure if it were only a few minutes since he first came or hours, but as you tugged at his sensitive cock with the sensual drags of your palm, rin actually cried out.

"n-no more." more tears welled up in his eyes, cheeks so deeply flushed as he begged you, "p-please, i can't. i can't."

"you can, baby." you cooed, pressing your thighs together as his desperate pleas went straight to your throbbing cunt. ignoring your own swiveling desire, you pushed the man who once stood so tall to his limits.

"no, no." his hips jerked as you continued to drag your hands along his cock. teeth biting down into his bottom lips, tears fell down the plane of his face. clammy palms clenched and unclenched the silken sheets below as rin barely tried to stop his steady decline into deliriousness, "ple-please. i really can't."

"fine." you purred, hands coming to a slow halt against his heated erection, "i'll stop."

and just as you pulled your hands back to yourself, rin's wet eyes widened. despite his aching bones and jelly-like muscles, the man lunged forward to catch your wrist in his fingers.

"no," he breathed, eyes watering at the sudden lack of skin-on-skin contact. he repeated, this time with a bit of force in his voice, "no."

leaning forward, you caught his kissbitten lips against yours. cutting the kiss short, your words were soft against his, "you want it?"

and he nodded again, tongue rendered useless with how heavy it felt in his mouth. you drew a careful hand up his heated thighs, and he trembled under your touch, "say it out loud for me."

"yes." rin shook his head.

your lips trailed down to his jaw, featherlike kisses across his heated skin as your hand sped up yet again in that cruel, familiar pattern. his orgasm built like a crescendo, peaking higher and higher till he was shooting blanks.

when he was all spent out, rin itoshi shuddered and slumped against your arms. breath uneven, hair matted, skin sweaty, fiery and dusted pink as it made contact against your skin.

he looked up at you, half-lidded gaze still haunted by remnants of tears that clung onto his lashes. as if on instinct, you pressed a kiss to his forehead, soothing the searing skin under with your soft act. rin closed his eyes at the closeness, a gasp at the tip of his tongue because all of it felt so foreign.

he wasn't in control of his body — his trusty muscles felt lead-like, head hammering as if his brain would break-though his cranium, and heart thumping out a rhythm that sounded awfully like chants of your name. it was clear, rin itoshi didn't quite feel like himself as you cradled him so softly in your arms.

"you okay?" you asked far too softly, half worried that the wind will catch your words before it reached him. but to your surprise, rin nodded.

"i'll clean you up." you muttered, peripheral vision dragging along the sheets to see what a mess you two had made. his thighs and abs were painted white similarly to your hand, the fluid dripped down to the expensive sheets and stained them. you nodded with resolve, "rest up, i'll be done soon. yeah?"

a heavy croak stopped you. rin looked up at you, voice heavy and eyes watery as if one misstep and he would find himself losing control, "don't go."

maybe it was the finality in his voice that confused you, or the fact that he wanted you around. eitherways, you refuted with a soft shake of your head, "i- i really should, we've made a mes—"

"—don't go."

and so, you didn't. you let your body slump against the bedframe, scorched back against the cool wood and rin rested his cheek against your stomach, his arms pressed against your waist in an innocent hug. you raked your fingers through his sweaty hair before trailing them downwards to massage his nape and weary shoulders. his breath slowed down under your delicate touches and soon enough, he was asleep.

your hands stayed kneading at his muscles, gaze locked in at the man and the shallow rise and fall of his chest. with each soft inhale, the deep blush slowly eased away from his face, leaving behind the same stoic man you had known for a few weeks.

in this silence, you were starkly aware of two routes this relationship arrangement may go: 1) the most probable one: once the pro-player came to his senses, he will regret this — all that came before this, all that may come after this, you — and go no-contact. 2) the least probable one: he'd sit down and have a conversation with you, and then you both could figure out where things would go from here.

knowing rin itoshi though, you mentally prepared yourself for never seeing him again once this trip was over. it wouldn't be hard, obviously. how long did you even know the man? a few weeks, give or take. why would you mourn his presence when you never even quite had him?

you closed your eyes, fingers still softly playing with his tresses. you knew what was to come, knew that this was probably the end of him and you (or whatever it was between him and you), knew that him and you were just a series of favours for favours. and yet, your heart sank as you stared at his face for a moment too long.

rin itoshi was driving you insane!!

but however perceptive you may be, or however properly you think you knew rin — you miscalculated.

because neither did the man take the route of leaving you, nor did he talk things out with you. instead, here you were pinned against the wall in the supply closet. the supply closet of the very same stadium sae itoshi was playing at while rin stared down at you.

"a favour for a favour." he husked, "let me pay you back for last night."

rin itoshi was driving you insane.

a/n: love how i make everything into a three-part series :/ anyways, hope this was a fun enough read. i love men who are so emotionally unwell that it is borderline hilarious. what does that say about me? idk, nor do i wanna find out :) tagging: @ionlyhearnct @mortallyshadysoul @mindfulsreposts @mikaru0 @slutforitoshi @keiitamaa @loonalockley @ouraniaslyre @froggie-zusya23 @levcn @mimi-in-heaven i hope this was satisfying <3

[thesturniolos]

guilty pleasures (part 1 )

m. sturniolo x reader

authors note: this picture is actually sickening, need him too bad 🤞

this is all creds to my bae @iheartchrissturniolo thanks for the idea hun < 3 (part 2 including your idea yet to come)

summary: matt has a bit of a crush on his best friend, he’s fantasising ;)

warnings: smut, swearing !!

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she looked heavenly by the pool today, irresistible to the point where my heart ached. i knew i couldn’t have her, i’ve only been reminding myself everyday for the past 6 years and it’s agonising.

the way the droplets of water fell off her golden skin, the bikini that accentuated her curves, oh so perfectly. and knowing i chose it for her was like the cherry on top of the cake. blue- my favourite colour - and hell she knew it when she bought it, she even told me. “i wonder why you picked this one” i remember her slight giggle after she said it, voice like silk, one that plays in my head at night.

she drags her hand through her hair, shaking it a little to get rid of the water, and boy do i wish it was me doing that. for me to be the one to look after her, to do the small things that weren’t so small to me. her eyes are closed and even though she’s been in the water, her makeup remained flawless - not that she needed it, she was absolutely gorgeous with and without.

she didn’t think this however, always telling me how she wishes she looked like anybody else. if she could only see what i see, just for a second, she’d never think that again. she’s better than any supermodel, the ‘prettiest of girls’ according to society weren’t a touch on her. plus, they didn’t come with her personality- she’s a real life angel and i’ve been blessed with even being in her presence.

i would spend every minute and every hour of my day telling her every little thing i love about her from the colour of her nails to the shape of her lips, i don’t care about the dents in her thighs or the stretch marks on her stomach, she’s perfect.

she’s walking closer to me with an arm outstretched, my eyes landing on the matching tattoo she has with me and i smile. i sometimes forget we had that done, which almost instantly brings me back to reality that she is and always will just be my best friend. i cannot afford to lose someone as special as her which is why i have to push those feelings to the side, as much as we want to be free.

her being so close to me and looking at me with those eyes, dark eyes that could mean so many things, made my cheeks blush the slightest red and i become desperate to hide this. what kind of friend blushes like a crazed guy in love when they look at them? it’s just a look, god.

“you got a towel?” there was that voice again, a voice i wish was in my ear forever. it wasn’t high - pitched nor was it deep, it was just in the middle, soothing. reminds me of the times where she held me whilst i cried, the bestest friend there is. reminds me of when she was so utterly drunk and slurring over her words, what was it again?

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“matt” she prods at my arm, waking me up.

“wassup” she frowns looking at my tired state, moving her hand to push hair out of my eyes.

“i’ve got a secret” i frown now, it’s 3am goddamn.

“what’s that”

“you promise you won’t tell anyone?” those little doe eyes drive me crazy, keep looking at me like that and i’ll have an accident.

“i promise” she leans in closer to my ear, her hot breath on my skin.

“i had a dream about you the other day” now i’ve piped up. i don’t care about the time or the sleep in my eyes, she fucking dreamt about me, i’m wide awake.

“oh yeah? good or bad?”

“depends”

“what’d you mean, depends?” once again, driving me crazy. she just knows how to do it.

“well, it depends how you take it.”

“go on.” i’m begging for this now, i need to know what the fuck happened, it’s killing me.

“well, we were doing something,” she twirls my hair in her hand, not looking me in the eyes yet all i can focus on is her and her words. “something best friends don’t do.”

“like what?”

“fucking.”

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held a chokehold over me. every night when i got in to bed i imagined her sleepy self, squirming about in her sheets to the idea of me pounding into her. suddenly i didn’t feel so bad about the hundreds of wet dreams i’ve had ‘bout her, we’re even.

but it only made me more delusional that we could actually be something. she was drunk and it was a dream, i was being dramatic if i thought it was actually something.

“yeah, it’s just there.” i say, pointing to the floor. she bends down to pick it up and i get the best sight of her boobs, pressed against the fabric of her bikini, pushed together ever so slightly. they looked so smooth, so pretty. something i just couldn’t take my eyes off..

“hello? matt?” she swipes her hand in front of my face and i’m so utterly embarrassed, knowing i’d been fixated on her tits. what an assy thing to do, how do i even begin to explain something like that?

“i- uh- i’m sorry! i wasn’t-“ she smiles at me and reaches out to scruff my hair, once again her boobs being directly in my face. is she doing this on purpose? because i’m about to cum in my pants.

“i take it you just really like your choice of bikini, hm?” she laughs, moving the towel to rest it on her hip as she turns around and struts off towards our house. she fucking knows what she does, not just to me but everyone.

i’ve been ignoring the poking in my pants for a while but it’s more prominent then ever now and i need to do something about it or i’m gonna come undone right here right now. it might be pervy but i quite literally cannot be around her when she’s close to naked, my mind travels to the dirtiest of places and to be honest, i’m careless.

if she’s going to act so calm about riling me up like that, then i’m gonna embrace the way she makes me feel. how she makes my cheeks hot and the wet patch that forms in my boxers when she whispers in my ear or now, shoving her boobs in my face.

praying that my jeans cover my painfully obvious hard-on, i quickly walk into the house, making a bee line for my bedroom, desperate to do something about what was happening in my pants.

“you okay, matt?” shes looking at me with a frown, the towel in her hair now as she begins to dry it, still wearing that flattering bikini that is just about to tip me over the edge.

“mhm, i- um, just need to do something.” i look around to see if my brothers are anywhere to be seen, something to distract me from this conversation, i so desperately need to get to that bedroom.

“oh? why’d you look so flustered?” she says with a smug, little smile.

“no reason. i just- i just need a second.” i go to walk away. as much as i would love to stay and talk, right now that is not what i need.

“need my help?”

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[cyzi4]

𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐘𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤

A/n: this is me coming back from the dead. I fr couldn’t come up with any ideas but im back and im gonna try my best to be consistent 🤗

You and Light had met in high school. You were new and the teacher asked Light to show you around and get you acclimated to the new school.

At first, Light didn’t want to have someone following him around like a lost puppy, but when you sat next to him and started up a conversation with him, you piqued his interest.

Light fell for you almost immediately (though you’d never know that due to his innate ability to hide his true intentions and feelings.) You were intelligent and so kind to everyone around you. He saw you as the perfect girl. His perfect girl. It became his ultimate goal to make you fall for him.

He would do some simple acts of service, walking you to all your classes under the guise of “I wouldn’t want you to get lost, you’re still new after all.” No matter how many times you insist you know where you’re going, he’d still walk with you like the obsessive man gentleman he is.

Then, Light would buy you a few gifts. He would buy you little snacks, (all of your favorites he found on your socials which he would stalk check from time to time.), stuffed animals, and really anything he thought would make you smile.

Now, at this point, Light had started to notice your kindness wasn’t just saved for him. You were just oh so kind to this one boy in your shared class with Light. The boy was an idiot, plan and simple. He was always asking for your help and your answers, which you eagerly gave him. It made Light almost lose his composure. Surely you realized that loser was just using you? No. You were too kind and naive to realize.

Light nearly lost it when he asked you to come over for one of your study sessions (which mostly consisted of watching movies in his room instead of actually studying) and you declined. Stating you had a date.

A.

Date?!

Light, as calmly as he could muster, asked who the lucky guy was, and to his utter distain, it was that blundering idiot who would always beg for your attention and pity. Light forced a smile and wished you good luck on your date, silently scheming on how to put a stop to it.

Now, Light had never imagined using the death note on anyone who wasn’t a criminal. And at first he didn’t think about using it on that loser. He tried to have a calm and polite conversation with him, but instead he overheard a conversation with that guy and his friend. He was calling you easy, and that he was definitely going to get to laid. It made Light sick. Light was going to enjoy snuffing his life out, even if it would be indirect.

After the deed was done, Light didn’t expect to see you at his doorstep, face stained with tears and asking if you could stay with him for a bit. Of course Light let you in, how could he not when you looked so sad? He was going to do his best to make you feel better.

Light let you cry on his shoulder while you spoke about being stood up. He played with your hair and shushed your cries. Deep down he knew he was the cause of your misery, but, he was intent on making your sorrows disappear. He spoke so sickening sweetly into your ear, whispering how he’d never stand up a beautiful girl like you. That made you smile. His plan was going even better than he anticipated.

After that day, you and Light were more attached. You really started to fall for Light. And Light started to notice it too. So he decided to finally just ask you out. “Be mine, please?” He looked at you so lovingly, how could you decline?

When you two started dating, Light started to get possessive. Any guy who even looked your way started to get anonymous threats warning them to stay away. If they still tried to get in your good graces, their picture would be found in an obituary within a week. You noticed how guys started to disappear from around you, but your sweet, caring, loving boyfriend couldn’t be behind it, could he?

Light would even be jealous if you spent too much time (in his eyes) with your friends. “You want to be around them more than me, don’t you?”

You would’ve noticed these red flags plain as day if you were dating anyone other than Light Yagami. He’s just so good at manipulating people. He’ll always make you forget with his gifts and his kind words. He’ll make you think you’re just awful for thinking that your sweet, sweet boyfriend could be anything other than that.

But even in his twisted, obsessive ways, he still loved you to death. You were always his poison. He would never lay a finger upon you or make you do anything you didn’t want to. He loved to be in control but you (even if unknowingly) had all the control over him.

Light would do anything and everything for you. If you wanted everyone in your school to disappear? He’d make it happen. Even though he knows you’d never request something so vile. But anything and everything he had the power to do for you, he’d do it in an instant. Its just the obsessiveness gentlemen in him.

[yourheart-inmyhands]

YOU HAVE A CAT?! ME TOO?!

She hates me tho :(

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Zhongli, Neuvillette and Dottore

With a fox!darling that is always with animals and isn't social at all due to heavy torture in her past and they discover it? 💀

Man I'm in need of some gore rn 💀💀

- Weird anon ✨

i'm so sorry but i just couldn't write neuvillette for this prompt, he's too precious DX

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including being held against will, delusional behaviors, torture, breaking of bones, and other potential topics. Please Read At Your Own Risk!

Yandere!Zhongli sympathizes with you, and since it’s clear that the animals bring you comfort, he allows you to keep a couple when he moves you in with him. He even goes the extra mile and builds a special enclosure so they’ll be just as content as you are, even if you aren’t receptive to his love yet. 

When he finds out about your past, which is inevitable with how overbearing he can be and how good he is at finding out things from the locals, it almost hurts his heart a little. But the more sickening side of him is thrilled because now he knows exactly how to get to you, exactly how to make you his perfect little spouse.

Whether it’s be reintroducing trauma through breaking bones, locking you in a cold, damp room with no lights for hours on end, or even things that border on torture, he’ll use it against you so long as it won’t entirely ruin you. While he wants you compliant to his whims and wishes, he doesn’t want you to be a shell, it would’ve been a waste of his time to break you to that point;

Zhongli would never stop as low as hurting your animal friends, but if need be he could certainly find ways to turn them against you. It’s almost amusing to him, the way you care so much for creatures who you’ll outlive. How you care so much for creatures who don’t even really know you, funny.

The sickening crunch of bone echoes through the room as Zhongli stands over you, the heel of his shoe digging into the freshly crushed bones in your leg. The makeshift gag, a towel from the kitchen, dug into the sides of your mouth as it muffled your screams and cries. The Geo Archon almost feels bad for using his strength in such a brutal manner, but it would all be worth it, at least that was how he justified it to himself. It wasn’t about the now, but rather what now would soon be bringing him. By breaking you down bit by bit, sending you spiraling back into some of the worst moments of your life, he could slowly rebuild your shattered pieces how he saw fit. What use was a puzzle if the pieces weren’t in the correct order, right?

Yandere!Dottore is sick, sick, twisted, and absolutely disgusting. If he wasn’t the cause of your original trauma, you could surely bet he’d be the driving force behind re-traumatizing you. 

Whether he chooses to reenact every step, or to simply do something far worse than what had previously done it all dependent on how he feels that day. Some days will be so similar to your past that you’ll truly feel like you were back there, all those years ago. Other days are so awful it almost makes what happened in your past seem insignificant as if that were a stone among boulders resting on the ocean floor. 

Dottore does think it’s funny though, using it as both amusement and research opportunities. It wasn’t often that animals such as yourself came across his table, so of course he’d taken the prime subject as soon as he’d laid eyes on you.

In his lab, you aren’t seen as anything but a thing that exists only for Dottore’s own gain. If you’re lucky one of his more sympathetic clones might take pity on you and actually give you a day to rest when he’s out of the Palace, but they’re expected to keep up the same treatment he inflicts in his absence.

It was almost sickening to the segments as the watched the fox-human endure soul shaking torture day in and day out. Everything from injections to straight up live surgery to see how much pain the body could take whilst awake had occurred on the cold, steel table. They were often left to clean up the mess, expected to stitch you up, administer antidotes to anything too harmful that had been administered today, and even sometimes bathe you due to the mess that had occurred. You’d been fed little since you arrived, given water only when necessary for your survival, and hadn’t seen sunlight in days- or months maybe? With the sickening way time seemed to pass, you couldn’t tell how long you’d been here. Your only reprieve would be when the doctor left for something more pressing, leaving you in the care of his segments that only sometimes took pity on you. Some seemed to hold a little more humanity than others.

[jadeddangel]

lute with an exterminator reader? And maybe with some added angst of reader dying or getting extremely injured

"Just a few more breaths..."

Lute x reader

Summary: During the attack on the hazbin Hotel, you, lute's partner gets significantly wounded and is given the choice between saving you and Adam.

Warnings:Cussing, Graphic Violence, Talk of Death, abandonment issues, Angst

You and Lute were sharing short kisses in the alley, desperate for any form of touch from the other. It was only 15 minutes until the attack on the hotel, Lute had begged you to be left out of the attack to Adam but Adam made the decision to keep you in due to needing "all hands on desk". So, instead of training, Lute had been spending as much time with you as possible. She was terrified of losing someone who actually loved her, someone who didn't want to lose her..Lute held you closer to her body, nuzzling into your feathered neck.

It had been almost 15 minutes since you and Lute had separated, and the fight was well.. gruesome, bloodstained dirt that had developed into a deep covered mud. Lute and Vaggie were in a rough tossle in the hotel as they both fought for their lives and well.. love. As cracks began to litter all over the concrete walls of the Hazbin hotel, the walls began to Crack under the pressure of the aggressive fight between Lucifer, The King of Hell, and Adam, The First Man.

You were fighting against the cannibals, tossing them over your shoulder when they cane close enough to push their teeth into your body. You had lost chunks of your wings and arms when the cannibals had gotten close. Your body was in a searing pain from what seemed to be angelic weapon encrusted teeth that they had. But you hadn't given them the pleasure of hearing your cries and/or screams. You were probably bleeding out of major arteries, but at this point, your mind had turned off pain reptors to your body. That wad until you were starting to get dizzy from blood loss, it felt like you were dying all over again... and it was... scary.. you hadn't been scared in so long...

The building finally collapsed, and all attention was on the giant pile of rubble as you saw your girlfriend, Lute, dive out of the building holding her bleeding stub where her arm once was.

"Lute!!" You screamed, pushing the cannibals off of your bleeding body using your wings as best as you could to soar over to Lute helping her up out of pity. Lute stood and pushed you away from her, "Don't focus on me! Get that fucking brat of lucifer's!" Lute yelled not even bothering to look at you or your wounds knowing she wouldn't be able to stop herself from babying you, if she knew you were hurt.

You flinched and moved back from Lute and pulled your wings in. She had never yelled at you. Suddenly, you saw vaggie dive in and push Lute to the ground, both of them quickly wrestling for dominance. You were panicking a bit, causing you to drop your guard, allowing The cat demon, Husk, the opportunity to sneak behind you, holding one of his divine cards to your neck.

As if on cue, you heard Adam begin screaming and giving a speech, "No! You don't get to end this! I'm fucking Adam! I'm THE fucking man, and you're just some fucking clown or something. I started everything on Earth! All of mankind came from these fucking nuts! You all should be worshipping me! You ungrateful, disgusting, fucking, LOSERS!!!" Adam screamed at Charlie and the surviving demons and then suddenly and out of nowhere, Squelch!! .It was sickening as everyone paused to watch the large divine sewing needle piercing through Adam's gut. Lucifer poked at his own gut, "Uhm, you've got a little something, like right there" Lucifer didn't really flinch or show any form of discomfort. Adam fell to his knees and then onto his stomach, you heard Lute scream and push vaggie off of her, rushing to Adam shaking him and tuning him over letting out cries and screams. You couldn't bear to look anymore as you shifted your gaze to the ground, you were too scared to move to much knowing your throat could be slit at any moment.

Lute turned her gaze towards you, noticing the danger. She knew she had to choose between you and Adam. It was a blur. All you remember is falling to the ground suddenly and your neck burning with a ferocity that you had never felt before. Your hands gripped onto your neck, feeling the warm feeling of blood, "Oh.." he had barely missed your jugular and windpipe, but it still didn't hurt. You heard a loud scream and heard a Lute rush to you laying your head in her lap, "no no no no.. not you, please.. please.. I can't lose you and Adam.. I don't wanna choose.." Lute, let out sobs punching over your body. You reached up and held lutes cheek, "Hey hey.. don't cry.." You croaked out struggling to breathe and speak. You had never seen lute cry so much. Slowly, all of the demons around you connected the fact that you were, in fact, lovers from body language. Vaggie walked closer, "Lute.. I.. I didn't realize you guys were still.." Vaggie started. Lute held your body closer to her, gritting her teeth, "Haven't you done enough?!!" Lute yelled through tears, holding you closer to her body.

Vaggie hesitated and backed up, putting her arm out defensively in front of Charlie, though Charlie was quite far behind her. Lute's lip quivered and held you closer to her, "Hey Lute?... i-i.. if I don't make it..." You started feeling your vision start to go black. "No, no, don't.. I'm not gonna let anything happen! We made plans! We... we were gonna have dinner together..get a pet together.. you said nothing would happen.. you said you would be fine.. I can fix this.. I can fix this.. this is all my fault.. I should have pushed to let you stay..I-I can fix this.. This is all my fault!!.." Lute ranted, only to be caught off by your loud coughs and blood splattering on her face. "Lute!.." you yelled the best you could. Your body was trembling against your will. "It's not your fault, Lute, I... it's not your fault.." You repeated gripping onto Lute's feathered neck. Lute held you closer to her understanding that she had no control over this anymore.

You couldn't see anymore, "I love you L-... Lute.." You struggled as you breathed out, passing out, making your body go limp...

Ending 1(you survive):

You shot up as you awoke, and you held your neck, remembering the struggling to breathe and the pain of the cut. You were shaking in pain as your head was on a swivel as you looked around paranoid. You recognized where you were. It was one of the angelic hospitals, It was mainly just for injuries from training with the angelic weapons. You felt yourself relax as you finally felt the large amount of pain from all over your body. It was from the bites, the stabs, and... the... the wound that almost killed you... You swung your legs off of the hospital bed, looking around terrified. Wait.. where was lute?! She came too, right? She hadn't stayed down there, right?! Your mind was racing as you heard talking outside of the hospital room and them the door opening to the hospital room. Your eyes flipped up to the person who had entered the room. You held your breath reflexively before relaxing, seeing Lute's familiar face, "I... wait.. Lute?..." you whispered, your voice was hoarse from the lack of use. Lute rushed to you and hugged you tightly, pulling you closer desperately, "You're ok!!" Lute yelled in surprise, sniffling a bit as she began crying in happiness. Turns out you had been in the hospital for about 2 months and had gone into critical care multiple times due to your weakened immune system. After you had gotten released to be able to go home, you and Lute had gotten promoted as commanders of the exorcist army. You had adopted a little angelic kitten and named it Adam. It was your guys' way of mourning the loss.

Ending 2(Reincarnated as a demon):

You shot awake holding your neck and looking around searching for the destruction you had caused, but nothing.. You looked down at your hands and froze.. your skin looked wrong.. you weren't in pain, though.. you reached up to feel for your halo but didn't feel it.. instead, you felt 2 rough horns that were so sharp that you nearly pierced through your palms. You let out a hiss of pain as you got up. You still had wings, but they were black with red splotches where you had been bitten and where chunks had been ripped out. You looked all over your body, noticing that the pattern had carried over your body. You were almost pitch black in color aside from red that had been where all of your scars were. And then, you connected all the pieces and headed straight to the pride ring, trying to get back to Lute.. trying to get back home...

Ending 3(???):

You opened your eyes slowly, before squinting them, there was a bright light, it was almost like... the sun? Your eyes adjusted after a moment as you opened your eyes completely. There was tall grass and tall cedar trees... it was beautiful.. it was somewhere you and Lute had always talked about.. You were in a large clearing that was surrounded by flowers and mushrooms that didn't seem poisonous or harmful. You saw smoke in the distance as you slowly walked forward.. you felt drawn to it almost.. You slowly followed the flowers that had almost created a trail towards where the smoke was.. You followed the "trail" and found a pretty little cabin. It was perfect. You opened the door to the cabin, I mean, the place seemed safe enough so it couldn't be too bad.You opened the door to see... Lute? She was in the kitchen. The sunlight licked at the window, leaving a golden glow on the window paine since the sun was sitting on the horizon. Lute was pouring steaming hot water into 2 cups that were in front of her before looking up at you, "Welcome home my love, make sure you close the door behind you, we wouldn't want Adam getting out again" Lute laughed a bit, she seemed relaxed. You tilted your head confused at the name until you saw a golden, almost ginger colored cat approach you rubbing against your legs affectionately. You shut the door softly before picking up the kitten, "What are you making?" You asked quietly. "Wellll I didn't know if you wanted coffee or tea, so I made your favorite kind of tea!" Lute smiled at you brightly. She approached you, holding the cups before holding one out to you. You smiled, setting the cat down and taking the cup, "I figured we could cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie together, maybe?"Lute said. You smiled, "That sounds perfect.. we always did talk about how we could do that forever and how we never wanted it to end.." you muttered. You knew this wasn't real.. but you were happy... and you would be with her for the rest of time..

[gladiatorcunt]

i cant stop thinking abt yan boyf!sej :(

hes so awfully lovetsruck its actually quite sickening, its vomit inducing. like hes calling u the most awful pet names, begging for your attention like some starved dog in the streets and do not mention when u talk to people!! he isnt coryo level insane in the possessive or deadass murdering people way but hes just a lovestruck puppy boy :(

(he called u his little cream puff after he came in u)

No because he'd be such a puppy bf like :(

You could be in public, and he'd actively have to hold himself back from humping your leg and whining to get your attention. He cuts it close though, crowding your space at an Academy Party or a Gala of some sort and gluing his front to your side. He'd lean in and straight up pant in the crook of your neck, gritting his teeth and covertly wiggling his hips against as much of your ass as he can reach. The idea of trying to be good and keep it in his pants loses its' appeal rather quickly, so he concentrates on lapping his wide tongue over your pulse point. He knows perfectly well that the man who you are trying (and failing) to talk to hasn't left, he just doesn't care. Plus, don't think he hasn't noticed how friendly you've been getting with him at other events.

"Babydoll, do you think it'll be much longer? I'm tired, let's get outta here."

Cries like he's about to be hanged when he cums and slobbers all over your tits as he babbles out a stream of "Thank you" 's. You have to tell him that he can stop thrusting, his brain having melted so much that his puppy brain makes him chase another orgasm despite being in so much pain. It's automatic for him, you're just so warm and wet and silky that he forgets that he has other things to do with his life besides making love to you until his heart gives out.

Even when you finally get him to snap out of it, he'll trap you in a messy kiss that's more about swapping spit than anything else and weakly pump his hips. He just thinks you'd look sooooooooo pretty with a swollen belly, his whines about he'd such a good pa are almost worse than his usual dirty talk.

You'd be walking anywhere in the capitol and you wouldn't go too long without hearing a "Wait up, honey bun!"

You don't have the heart to find a way to ditch him when you see how deep and wide his smile is, how his cheeks must hurt from the pure joy he gets from doing literally anything with you. He's glowing, you're sure he'd be kicking his feet and giggling if he wasn't too busy racing to catch up with you.

Falls over himself in his rush to hand you a pen when you say to yourself that you've forgotten one. He nearly trips and falls onto another student, but you can't help but mirror the bashful grin he tosses your way as he hands you his pen. He makes your fingers touch for too long before he lets go but he's screaming gleefully on the inside. Presses the softest kiss against the lock of hair he nabbed when class was over, the newest addition to his collection.

Modern!Sej would 100% have "cream puff" as your contact name.

faetreides 2024.

[akaisak]

SKAM (NORWAY) FIC RECS (all evak)

WAKE UP! (cuteandtwisted) │https://archiveofourown.org/works/10267481

this story is so fucking amazing. i almost threw up when i read it the first time, the characterization is so amazing and the plotline is REALLY interesting. i can only read this so often because it literally tears at my heartstrings every single time, its so beautiful. established evak (kinda?? you’ll see when you read) basically their love is interdimensional !

Burning For Your Touch (cuteandtwisted) │https://archiveofourown.org/works/13958667

Isak has a skin condition where he burns everyone he touches but for some reason even is the only person he doesn’t burn…you can guess where this is going! This story is a new level of beautiful, its so touching and emotional and honestly kind of hard to handle at points. Thank you cuteandtwisted for throwing me into emotional turmoil everytime i read this story!!

us, but we’re… (teatrolley) │https://archiveofourown.org/works/12622332

Short and sweet oneshot, the evak is established and even tells isak stories about their relationship in parallel universes and GIRL this story is preshhh i can’t get enough of it

and so i happily concede, this is all i ask, this is all i need (lovedisak)│ https://archiveofourown.org/works/11317599

Established relationship evak, even wants to propose to isak and thats basically the story! Includes sana mikael and jonas bullying even about his proposal plans and the most adorable ending, could not recommend more!!! Shes also short and sweet but emphasis on the SWEET. Love love love

#hashtag (bellakitse) │ https://archiveofourown.org/works/10187078

This one is literally so short but its still one of my faves,, even downloads instagram and posts literally only isak and yeah. Theyre so cute i love them to death (established evak, are u seeing a trend with these recs??)

ivory (ohsusie) │https://archiveofourown.org/works/11000826

Pretty much just smut for this one, but its also literally so adorable omg !!!! slightlyyyyy ooc (nothing on the author, im pretty sure she did it on purpose) but despite that its still so sweet and i love this one when i need a quick evak fix because it has a bit of everything!! Basic summary, when isak is worked up even helps him relax by fingering him

taking care (orphan) │https://archiveofourown.org/works/9011299

Isak gets a physics tutor and it ends up being a weirdo who lowkey wants isak but is also like super mean to him ??? even steps in and ends that really quickly! Love this story, even is suchhh a good bf i love them forever

in the place of you and me (shaneandadidas) │https://archiveofourown.org/works/10937958

Established evak (i know im obsessed with it, no need to tell me) ANYWAYS this story so sweet basically theyre in love. Thats literally it but its genuinely so fucking precious and i cannot reccommend more!! Please read this i swear youll feel so content afterwards

Nobody Loves Me Like You Do (cuteandtwisted) │https://archiveofourown.org/works/12201243

oh my GAWD. i genuinely cannot recommend this fic enough. Im seriously struggling to find words to describe how good this is. Just trust me and read it. The first time i finished reading this story i actually cried for like a concerningly long time and im kind of worried about my mental state now. Anyways, childhood bsfs evak lowkey angsty but the most SICKENING slowburn and lord its just beautiful and perfect. Please read youll love it i prommy

In A Week (allyasavedtheday) │https://archiveofourown.org/works/13058481

Engaged evak, they make a bet w their stupid (fondly) friends and they can’t sleep in the same bed for the whole week before their wedding!!! This ficccc its one of my OG faves, as ive had this bookmarked for like multiple years but it never loses its spark and it hits every. single. time. Please read this beauty, youll love her !!

Life is Now. (and now, and now) (FlyByNightGirl) │https://archiveofourown.org/works/9080293

Girl strap in. this is abt to be a long ass description of this fic because it is my all time favorite story over ALL fandoms and ALL ships and basically its my favorite piece of writing that i’ve ever read, even over like published novels, its just that fucking magnificent. This author has gotta be some kind of magic fairy because this writing is insane. Anyways lol its a slice of life fic that focuses on evak after s3 of skam. Fucking gorgeous, its long too which is just more to love! Please read it if you enjoy reading literal works of art because that is what this is, thank you. (mic drop)

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2. early morning | words: 3, 325 | M for sexual content and toxic, codependent lack-of-boundaries friendships | jegulus, implied bartylus | [things we carry <- previous part | next part -> out of control]

(March, 1982)

Regulus is still surprised when he wakes up next to James. He thinks the surprise and the novelty of it all may never wear off.

James threads his fingers through Regulus’s hair, curling the locks around his fingers, gently scratching at his scalp. He nudges a leg between Regulus’s and stays there for a moment, humming quietly by his ear. Heat pools into Regulus’s stomach. He savours the pressure, lets the adrenalin in his veins settle, the tingling inside him be replaced by that flush of comfort and arousal from being so close to James he can feel his breath, feel his pulse, feel the slide of skin-against-skin. James is warm and rough and smooth, the weight of him on top of Regulus is familiar and reassuring. 

Regulus wraps an arm around James, gripping the small of his back. Together they rock and they shift, sleepily, drowsily, seeking the friction which flares and burns hot. Until the tension inside Regulus curls tighter and tighter and finally snaps.

Regulus gasps. Closes his eyes. Cries out. Pleasure and bliss chasing each other like fireworks through his veins. As he spirals back down to Earth, he can feel James’s movements become more frantic, more desperate. He pulls James closer to him, feels James’s breath on his neck, warm, coming in quick sharp puffs. James’s muscles shift and flex beneath his hands. He traces the bumps of James’s spine with the tips of his fingers. Hears James’s breathing quicken.

Regulus loves the buttered-toast warmth of his bed in the early hours of the morning. When he can see the sun rising through the thin fabric of his curtains. Hear the rustle of his bed clothes. The smell of James, which is overpoweringly rich and heady and oaky. When he thinks, for a moment, caught up in the headlong whirlwind of it all, IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou. When, for a moment, he can ignore how quickly (and embarrassingly) he has fallen for James. When he wants, so desperately, to live in this moment right here, forever.

“Don’t go back to sleep,” Regulus warns. James is always dozy and useless in his post-orgasmic bliss, and Regulus knows that soon Barty will come charging through his bedroom door and try to join them in bed. Because what are boundaries even between Regulus and Barty?

Regulus doesn’t really mind, but James will have a fit and Regulus doesn’t need his morning ruined by the two of them fighting.

James grunts. Mouths at Regulus’s neck, clumsy with the weight of sleep pulling at him. He mumbles something that’s slurred, that Regulus can’t quite make out.

“Come on.” Regulus prods James. “Get up, you lump.” When James doesn’t move, he tries, “You’re crushing me.”

“Can’t help it. ‘m all muscle,” James mumbles into his neck. He laughs, but obliges and rolls off Regulus. Early morning, James’s hair is messier than usual, sticking up at all sides. He is all crinkled and sleep-creased in a way that is so endearing to Regulus that Regulus is almost sickened with himself. James smiles, squints at Regulus and reaches up and pokes Regulus directly in the eye.

“Ouch! What the hell was that?”

“Shit.” James winces. “Sorry, I meant that to be more…smooth.”

“Really, you meant poking me in the eye to be smooth, idiot?”

“Well, your hair was all in your eyes and—”

“—you thought actually blinding me would be a more permanent option.”

“No, I was going to tuck it behind your ear and it was going to be all sweet, like a moment.”

“That’s a pity, dumbass, because you failed.”

James rolls back towards Regulus and kisses him. “Mm, forgive me, my prince. I am but a mere fool.” He kisses him again. “Helpless without my glasses.” And again. “Unable to bask in the glory of your beauty.”

The kisses are gentle at first. Chaste. And then he slides a hand around the back of Regulus’s neck, runs the tip of his tongue along Regulus’s lip, and licks into his mouth. Regulus sighs, savouring the taste of it, the feel of it, the burn of fire inside him. James has his hands in Regulus’s hair, running over Regulus’s neck. Regulus can’t help but lean into the kiss to deepen it, stroke his tongue against James’s…but then, as usual, James ruins the kiss by smiling like an idiot.

“Sorry,” James mumbles against his mouth. “Sorry, sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll, let’s—”

James is cut off immediately, because Regulus was right. Regulus is always right. Regulus knows Barty too well after so many years.

James shouts in alarm when Barty bursts through the bedroom door and leaps onto the bed. Because Barty gets lonely and does not sleep (though he was generous enough to allow them to finish before invading their space; Regulus will give him that) and James apparently does not learn from experience and still insists on acting as shocked as the first time Barty did this.

Barty slides under the covers. James flails and tries to shove him out of bed, tries to cover his own nakedness. He seems to be genuinely indignant and outraged on Regulus’s behalf as well, like Barty has never seen Regulus naked before. Like they’ve never been in this position before.

“Fuck off, Crouch, you freak!”

But Barty just scoffs, tucks himself against Regulus’s side. “Bite me, Potter. I was here first.” He buries his face in Regulus’s hair, only Regulus can see out of the corner of his eye that Barty is wearing a purely scathing glare. “Be grateful I let you have him all night.”

Barty is testing James, Regulus knows. He’s testing James and James is poised to failed. Barty knows this. Regulus knows this. James will leave eventually, because why wouldn’t he? Why would he stay? James is on a runaway broom and he’ll leap off moments before the crash. Because he is not suicidal and he has more self-respect than that.

Regulus knows that Barty is just trying to protect their territory. That he’s trying to protect Regulus as he always has. James is a home wrecker, Barty says. James is too vanilla. James is an amoeba. Outsiders are not welcome, and definitely not unicellular organisms. Whatever that means.

But Regulus just wants more time with James before it all inevitably comes crashing down. He isn’t ready to give this up just yet. James, who makes him feel special. James, who makes him feel like he’s bigger than the world would otherwise have him. He wants it all, and he wants it for as long as he can have it.

As it is, James has already climbed out of bed, cleaned himself off and is aggressively pulling on his clothes. Regulus feels the bottom of his stomach give out beneath him. Feels the racing of his pulse scream, don’tleavemdon’tleavemedon’tleaveme.

Barty holds Regulus close to him, face buried his hair, comments on how “messy” Regulus is and “didn’t your fuck boy clean you off?” He ignores James as he burrows deeper under the covers.

“Barty,” Regulus says as Barty snuffles into his hair. Barty is starting to get comfortable, and this cannot happen. Not right now. “Respectfully, fuck off.”

Barty pulls back. Blinks, startled. Pouts a little. He’s genuinely offended, Regulus knows, and a little bit hurt. Regulus has never denied Barty what Evan calls Barty’s “cuddle time”, because Barty is so needy and touchy and always in search of physical contact of all kinds. Violence. Affection. Confrontations, altercations, intimacy… It’s all the same to Barty. He lives and breathes for it.

But Barty will have to deal. For as long as James wants to stay, for as long as Regulus can have him. Barty will have to deal. And it will be new territory for him, and he will have tantrums about it undoubtedly.

Barty rolls off the bed and departs, but not before he drops a kiss on Regulus’s forehead and smirks at James. “Play nice, kids. Don’t do anything I would do.”

When Barty is gone, James groans into his hands. “Merlin’s left bollock, why does he even do that. Why does…what…does he actually think that’s acceptable?”

Regulus shrugs. “Barty’s Barty.”

“Barty’s Barty?” James repeats, like he’s near traumatised by the experience of having Barty in bed with him. “He’s insane. There’s something very wrong with him.”

Regulus just shrugs again, because it’s not like James is wrong about this. Barty is a little bit—or a lot—insane. It’s actually why he and Barty get along so well.

“Such a jerk,” James mutters again. He groans. Shakes his head. Sits on the edge of the bed, which Regulus is still tucked into. “So, I wanted to talk to you…”

Regulus sits up, surprised. Evan says that in “convention social dynamics” the phrase “talk to you” is a sign. Evan never quite elaborated on what it would be a sign of, but Regulus can fill in the blanks. Signs are not normally promise of anything good. Most times, when you’re divining signs in a crystal ball or a teacup, they are normally omens of which one should be cautions.

So many things are ending sooner than Regulus thought. Maybe James is done; he’s taken what he needs and he’s off to someone else’s bed. 

“No, no,” James says quickly, like he’s read Regulus’s thoughts in his expression, in his silence. “It’s…my birthday. My parents normally have a thing. You know, a dinner. Celebrate.”

“…sure, and?”

“And, well, you should come.” There it is again, that purely earnest look, that sincerity, because James doesn’t do words or emotions by half-measures. He’s all in, all of him in everything he says and does.

The difference is, Regulus is so much more cautious about people and the world and will not dip his toe into the water if he isn’t 100% sure. “I should come,” he repeats. “To have dinner…with your parents?”

“Sure! I’d love you to be there!”

But why, Regulus wants to know. And, what is James’s ulterior motive. Because Regulus is certain that James has one. Otherwise, why would James want Regulus to “meet his parents”?

“Why?” Regulus asks. 

This seems to take James off-guard, because for a moment he’s staring at Regulus absolutely baffled, like Regulus has asked him why his underwear is in the Daily Prophet. “What do you mean, why?”

“I mean just that. Why?” Regulus says right before it dawns on him. “Sirius…will be there.”

“No!” James falters. “I mean, yes. Yes, he will, but no. Not ‘no he won’t be there’, because he will. But no, that’s not why I’m asking you! Well…not entirely.”

“No.”

“No…you won’t go?” James stands, towering over both Regulus and the bed Regulus is still tucked into. 

It occurs to Regulus that he’s still naked under the covers. He’s still ‘messy’, as Barty put it. And he’s incredibly uncomfortable with the contents of this discussion and with the emotions that are bubbling up inside of him. With the look of confusion and rejection on James’s face, which he cannot for the life of him fathom. And he’s incredibly uncomfortable with all of this happening all at once, because, it seems, these sorts of discussions should not he happening at all. Let alone while Regulus is naked and covered in the remnants of what they’d been doing not so long beforehand.

“No, I won’t go,” Regulus repeats.

“I’m not trying to…”

“Yes, you are trying to…”

James groans into his hands, runs them both through his already messy bed-hair. It seems as though he too may be uncomfortable with the contents of the discussion and the entire backdrop in which the discussion is happening, because he begins pacing back and forwards in frustration. 

“Well, it would be nice,” James says. And because James can’t do anything by half-measures, his words come out dripping in annoyance. “Like, to have the both of you not actively trying to avoid each other. Maybe even to have the both of you make amends? I don’t know. But, you know, Sirius is okay with us. Well, no, he’s not. Or, maybe he is, I don’t know, but he hasn’t strictly forbidden it.”

“I don’t care. Sirius has zero say in who I sleep with,” Regulus says flatly.

“I care. Sirius is my best friend. I’d like for the two of you to get along.”

Regulus huffs, draws the covers to his chest. He wants to look down, avoid eye contact with James, who is staring at him pleadingly. Earnestly, he wants to say. Only he doesn’t. He doesn’t, because he will not be weak, and he will not give James—James, who is already trying to ask so much of him—that sort of power.

He can’t see Sirius. He will not see Sirius, because he does not know what he would do if he did see Sirius. He does not know what he will say. He does not know how to deal with all of it, or how to answer the millions of questions Sirius will have.

So he will not put himself in that situation. It’s safer that way.

“No.”

“No,” James repeats. “Regulus…this is important to me. It’s important to me that you are a part of my life, and a huge part of my life is my family and…well, Sirius.”

“Then why are you still here?”

James drops down onto the bed by Regulus’s feet, eyes wide. Speechless. Almost breathless. “What? What do you mean?”

Sitting in bed, naked under the covers, Regulus feels exposed. He feels small. Smaller than he’s felt in a long time. Maybe Barty was right: outsiders should not be welcome into their territory. Their territory—Regulus, Barty and Evan—is protected for a reason. They’re safe inside the boundaries they’ve set up, the barbed fences, the wards they’ve raised around each other.

They built the wall around themselves so they wouldn’t get hurt. Only Regulus let down the drawbridge for James, and now everything hurts. James has brought hurt into his world, and Regulus no longer feels safe.

Because, apparently, Regulus is not enough. Not by himself. Alone, he is not enough. James needs Sirius there, too. Sirius, who is loud and who is big and can fill all the spaces Regulus cannot fill. Sirius can be enough for James.

“Couples fight, Regulus,” James sighs after a moment of studying Regulus’s silence. “This is normal.” He’s looking at Regulus with pity, like Regulus is something broken that maybe even James Potter cannot fix. “It doesn’t mean I’m going to pack up and go because we’ve had an argument.”

“You don’t like Barty being around. You don’t like the fact that I won’t see Sirius.” There’s a chill in Regulus’s voice. He climbs out of bed, grabs his house robe and pulls it on. “No one’s asking you to stay, James. Barty’s not going anywhere and I won’t see Sirius for your sake just because we’re fucking. You may as well accept it and leave.”

Regulus tries to swallow his words. He wants to take them back. Because he wants more time. Salazar, does he want more time. While he can have it. The phrase, “couples fight”, is like a knife to the gut. When did they become a couple? Why was Regulus not told? Did James always know this? Did Barty and Evan know this and not tell him? To spare him or something? Three months, and did not one think to tell him? Did they not think this was crucial information for him to be in possession of?

Before Regulus knows it, he’s in the kitchen fumbling around for the teapot and tea leaves. Filling the kettle with water. Barty leans up against the kitchen bench. He looks angry, dangerous. Regulus knows that look. It’s the look that says that someone is about to lose an appendage. Barty’ll take a hand or a tongue or eyes for their offence.

James has followed Regulus into the kitchen. He seem startled. Bewildered. That earnest sincerity that Regulus used to think is pathetic, then loved whole-heartedly, and now thinks might be a weapon with which James will hurt him. Regulus finds himself saying, “leave,” before he can swallow his words. Even while he thinks, Iloveyoudon’tleavemepleasedon’tleaveme.

“You heard him,” Barty repeats. “Leave.”

“You heard him,” Evan echoes. He’s woken up in all the commotion and stands in the mouth of the stairwell, arms folded over his bare chest. He doesn’t look happy. Where Barty never sleeps and Regulus is an early riser, all Evan does is sleep. So beside the anger and hostility is a huge helping of resentment.

“This has nothing to do with either of you,” James says fiercely.

Evan produces his wand, though from where, Regulus doesn’t know. “Try again, Potter. Regulus has everything to do with both of us.” He taps his wand against his thigh. A sign, Regulus knows, that Evan is currently contemplating the exact steps of his next move. “So. You can pick pain or death. I’m death, by the way. He’s,” he gestures to Barty, “he’s pain. And trust me: Barty’s creative. Me, I don’t fuss with all of that.”

“Regulus.” James’s voice is quiet now. Regulus can hear James moving behind him, feels Barty take his hand and run his thumb over his knuckles comfortingly.

Regulus doesn’t respond and instead pours all of his focus into not shattering the teapot with the gravity of his emotions. He is drowning.

Eventually, James’s footsteps fade into the distance and the front door opens with a click, closes with a thud. Regulus stares into the teapot, the leaves floating, the steam furling. He can hear in his head, the IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou and the comebacktomecomebacktomecomebacktome, the voices layering on top of each other until his hands are shaking and his heart is thudding out of his chest. 

He said this, maybe. “I love you,” or maybe, “I love him,” because Barty wraps Regulus in an embrace that’s tight and full-body. Sighs gently, “Oh, baby,” and then offers up a reassuring, “He’ll be sorry,” like he thinks he’s being reassuring. “I promise. The son of a bitch will hurt, I promise.”

Evan nods vigorously, rubbing a hand on Regulus’s back.

“No!” Regulus pulls backwards. “No, don’t. I swear, I’ll be so mad at you if James wakes up without a head or something.”

“I was actually thinking something lower south,” Barty says with a sinister chuckle. “Warts and boils and pustules. Itchiness like fire ants.”

“No!”

“Baby,” Barty tips his head to the side the way he always does when he think he’s right and the rest of the world just has to catch up with him, “I know he’s pretty and you’ve spent the last three months singing praises about his magnificent dick, but the bastard must pay for his crimes.”

“Agreed,” Evan says, nodding again. “Payment must be had.”

When Regulus pulls out of Barty’s arms, he realises he has been crying. Fuel, Regulus knows, to Barty and Evan’s fire. “It’s not what…” He pauses. Shakes his head. “It was a mistake. Just a stupid mistake. I made a stupid mistake.”

They won’t do anything without his blessing, Regulus knows. But he also knows that Evan is right: Barty is creative. And Barty will find creative ways of getting even, making James pay. For Regulus’s stupidity. His stupidity is buying into James’s promises, believing that maybe Regulus could be enough as “just Regulus” and not as “Regulus and Sirius”. Like James is trying to collect the Black Brothers and thinks that the Black Brothers should come in pairs, not solo.

Regulus has never been enough. Not Regulus by himself. Not Regulus as himself. Regulus as someone else, maybe. Regulus The Heir of the Noble House of Black. Regulus: Sirius’s Little Brother. Regulus The Prodigal Pureblood.

Regulus The Back Up Plan. 

To everyone but Barty and Evan.

[amarayys]

DRDT CHP 2 EPISODE 15 REACTIONS - SO OBVIOUSLY SPOILERS

disclaimer - this post is quite long. like 12 doc pages long. so yeah

in this post, i predicted that the culprit would be ace. and, well....yeah! IT WAS!!! AND I FEEL REALLY GOOD ABOUT THAT!!!! AND IM REALLY HOPING THAT THE FACT THAT AREI'S MISSING GLOVE AND THE MISSING SCRUM DEBATE DONT MEAN ANYTHING!!!

....i got it right.

I ACTUALLY GOT IT RIGHT??? NO FUCKING WAY???

Anyway, I'm gonna make a short post (post editing amari here - this post is in no way short. why did i think it would be???) of my reactions to the episode. And trust me, there were reactions.

Ace: You're going to call me the murderer just because Eden said so?! That's so inane I don't even know where to start!

...I feel ashamed to admit I had to google what "inane" means. Basically, it means "Lacking sense or meaning," which, true, actually! I can't deny suspecting Ace JUST because of Eden's crying is a little weird. Not to say that Eden is malicious or something, though.

J: I'm not saying Eden did it, but are you sure the killer is Ace?

This line isn't insanely relevant or something, I just wanted to point out that I was pretty confused here. Why is J defending Ace??? Uh???

Eden: It was him! (Ace) He was the one stalking me!

Aha, I thought so! I've seen a few people theorise that the person "stalking" Eden was the culprit, and I agree. It just makes the most sense - so I'm glad we were right!

Teruko: Could it be that Ace switched targets from Eden to Arei? (paraphrased)

Oh, I didn't even consider that! We see later in the trial this isn't true, but I'm surprised that nobody (to my knowledge) brought this theory up. Though I don't really see why he would switch targets.

Ace: S-so?! Nico could have taken it or lied about the fish disappearing. (paraphrased)

100% True! But Ace seems to be using this argument solely to accuse Nico...which he sure does a lot. While screaming. A lot.

*discussion about ace making a murder plan after nearly being murdered*

Teruko makes a good point here - He could have made the plan the day following his near-murder.

Teruko: Most people wouldn't like going back to the scene of their almost-murder. (paraphrased)

...Teruko, you're projecting. Hard. Like, really hard.

Ace: ...

Ace: Y-yeah! Exactly! There's no reason for me to take the tape unless I made a plan to kill her in a few seconds. (paraphrased)

Hesitation spotted! And a stutter! I freaked out over this on call for no reason, but that is VERY suspicious, dude.

Arturo: Who uses non-medical tape for first aid? That's sickening.

Teruko: It's not that weird, I do it all the time.

...AUWVGGHHHHH. Teruko you make me ILL. This is probably referencing how she didn't have money for medical supplies in the regular world so she had to use regular tape for wounds, since her luck hurts her often, which cannot be good/safe for injuries. I nearly cried here, because I'm very dramatic when it comes to Teruko. YOU DESERVE BETTER.

Ace: What is this, some sort of Devil's Pubes?

...What the fuck?? What??? I am not kidding when I tell you I was drinking water during this line and fucking choked. WHAT DOES THIS MEAN??? HELLO?? CAN SOMEBODY TELL ME WHAT HE MEANT??

Ace: Everyone is always attacking me for stupid reasons. (paraphrased)

He's not wrong, actually. Everyone is always attacking him - Though not always for stupid reasons.

Ace: Do you even hear yourself right now? I'm a murderer because of my "personality"?!

I've got to agree with him here - that's a pretty stupid argument to make. As much as I don't want to slander Min, did her personality seem like the type to murder?

Teruko: Show me your neck scars.

...That's a little invasive, no?

*discussion about scratched neck*

I also believe some people pointed out Ace's bloody fingers, but I haven't seen anyone mention scratches on his neck! To be fair, that is a VERY small detail that's quite easy to miss.

Teruko: But you probably never forgot. After all, you have to live with your scars every day. Even if you've been pretending it's fine, it still hurts, right? (paraphrased)

...Ohmygod she's projecting again. Is she insecure about her scars?? Or do they just remind her of bad situations? Teruko, I love you so so much you make me SOB.

Ace: I thought I was supposed to be the stupidest one here! What the fuck is this?!

...He just called himself stupid. He is NOT beating the idiot allegations.

the whole veronika spiel**

Well, yeah, I'd imagine being almost murdered is somewhat traumatising.

turpentine, jockey and strangling arguements:

This post is going to get VERY long soon, so sorry for the massive skip lmao.

Turpentine: Correct - How would have Ace kept Arei unharmed apart from her neck wounds without her being unconscious due to turpentine? I really don't have any clue.

Strangling: Strangling her?? I didn't see THAT coming. But yeah, I suppose it works. I really don't have much to say here, tbh.

Jockey: Basically, Ace is stronger than Eden and can therefore knock her out. True, I suppose, but it's a shaky argument based off assumptions.

Charles: Ace was trying to imitate Nico's murder.

I can see this being the case - Ace using that to frame Nico. Ace HAS been blaming Nico quite a bit, huh?

Ace's injury argument*

Good points made by both Eden (for some reason??) and Teruko. Yes, Ace was bleeding out and in a lot of pain, but the wound was not severe enough to limit either his speech or his movement. The murder might have hurt, but he'd be able to do it.

J: Isn't Ace...too stupid?

I burst out laughing...that's quite direct, J! But also mean. Ace is literally right there. Also, that is not a proper argument!

Ace's whole dignity thing*

Jeez, I used to despise Ace, but I'm liking him more and more. He has some really funny lines, and his development is REALLY good.

I think it's super interesting that ACE, who everyone believes is dumb and rude and unable to take criticism, is letting himself be called stupid for the sake of being declared innocent. It really shows how his character is more than just "I'm rude and I hate you all!" DRDTDev, your writing is so good.

Charles' explanation*

Now, I'm split on this part.

For one, I agree that his IQ would not have much to do with how Ace carried out the murder and is irrelevant. However, the whole argument of "Ace rides horses, he is strong!" thing isn't really accurate - in chapter 1, he describes how he never actually practices jockeying.

**also, the acevi fans are in pain. i see you looking at how levi said ace wasnt dumb. I SEE YOU

Non-stop debate with ball of clothes as bullet*

I was WONDERING WHEN THE CLOTHES WOULD COME IN!! Again, I'm not original, so I've seen theories regarding the ball being thrown over the railing. But...the railings pretty high. I don't think you could just throw it.

Bullet is used*

Oh, so Teruko is using the "ball of clothes was thrown" argument? It still seems very high up..

Ace: How could I have thrown it up that high?

Aha, so they are addressing that issue! I'm glad.

Ace tangent*

Again, I'm sorry for having to reduce this AMAZING character development down to a "tangent", but this post is already WAYYY too long.

He definitely has a point, though. Just because he's a jockey doesn't automatically make him the murderer. Just because he's somewhat athletic doesn't mean he could've thrown the ball of clothes.

And, as much as I REALLY don't want to admit this...Teruko's reasoning for siding with Eden was a little shaky. At first, Teruko believed Eden because Eden believed her in the first trial. Adorable, yes, but you could argue that was unfair towards Ace. However, there is definitely concrete evidence against Ace at this point and Teruko is valid for siding with Eden at this point in the trial.

Not to say I don't understand why Teruko sided with her - I totally understand. And she did say she'd keep an open mind. I still love how this was all done - Teruko siding with Eden was a nice touch.

Argument Armament or however the fuck its spelt.*

Wait what?? I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING\??? that AA came out of absolutely nowhere but i am here for it! The art is fantastic as always - i especially love the horse!

Final blow; using a sling shot*

...I'm sorry? What??

OH! THE FITNESS BAND!

I knew it must've come in somewhere! This trial has been so satisfying so far...God I love this fangan.

So, Ace tied the fitness band around the...bar things in the playgroud and flung the ball of clothes up. ...I still don't really get it, but it's definitely better than just yanking it up there!

Teruko, interrupting Ace: SHUT UP, ACE!

...eh? EH??? TERUKO??

Teruko: Do you even understand what this class trial is? Tell me, how do we decide who's the murderer? We determine who lives and dies by a majority vote. YTTD REF?? In other words, the opinion of everyone who *isn't* you.

I...woah. I didn't see that coming. Like, at all. Let's see what else she has to say.

Teruko: Who cares where you stored the water jugs? That doesn't matter. (paraphrased)

Um...I'm pretty sure it matters, Teruko. Though I can see where she's coming from - she wants this trial over with and she thinks discussing minor details is a waste of time.

This line makes you seem like the culprit, but she has protag privileges, so yeah. Just Teruko going off again.

Teruko: The point of the trial is to determine who the killer is, not to determine every single little detail of what happened.

Aha, so I'm correct. She doesn't want to discuss "minor details".

Teruko: It doesn't matter that you're not convinced. It's not going to help you, nor change your fate. No matter how you feel or what you think, nothing will change.

You think that your whining and screaming is going to change our minds? That if you call us all stupid and wrong, we're going to magically decide to not vote for you out of the goodwill of our hearts?

...Okay, so. I think she's projecting here. Again. She knows that screaming wont do anything for him - It never did anything for her. She knows that people vote stop deciding the culprit's you out of the goodwill of her heart - They didn't do that for her.

Maybe I'm reaching, who knows.

Teruko: Come on Ace! Don't you want to live?! Defend yourself!

Oh, she's desperate. She really wants to be wrong here, huh? She doesn't really want him to be a culprit.

Ace: I'm such a piece of shit.

...is that a confession?? IS IT??

Ace: Yeah, you're right. There's no way I'm making it out this trial alive.

Okay this could still be interpreted as him just giving up on trying to find the actual culprit but-

Ace: I killed Arei. That's exactly right.

....OH. I...WHAT??

That...wow. I don't even know what to say! Before this point in the trial, I was kind of suspicious he was an accomplice, but hey...that's a confession for sure!

Ace: I was scared of dying. That's all.

Yeah, I've definitely seen a theory on that somewhere. And it fits his character - But jeez. I'm gonna be sad to see him go.

Ace: I'm fucking terrified of dying! I can't sleep at night because I keep thinking about how I'm going to die young in this goddamn killing game! I didn't want to die!

Ace: Live, and escape this killing game, and go back to my shitty life where I can't do anything on my own because I can't control myself.

Ace: Back to that life where I can't do anything but a sport that I hate because I suck shit at everything else.

Wow, it sounds like he really didn't think he had any way of enjoying life, whether in the killing game or not. I feel so bad...We knew from Chp. 1 that he was quite the scaredy-cat, but to make that a motive into killing? Like...I'm not sure what to say. /pos The character development is SO good though I am HERE FOR THIS!!

J: So what? Get over yourself.

...J?

J: Murder is unacceptable, no matter what.

Oh! I see what's happening! This is a super interesting way for a character to think. This makes me think that sometime later on, a murder will be done on accident in some way, (maybe by herself - THAT would be a twist for sure) but she still refuses to forgive the culprit. I really love J getting character development!

Ace: Arei…she was a piece of shit too. Just like me. Eden if she said all that nice bs to Eden, there was no guarantee she was actually going to change. (paraphrased)

…Ow. “Piece of shit” really is becoming the new “Good person”, huh? /hj

And, I suppose Ace is right in that there wasn’t any way to tell if Arei  *was* going to change for certain - But I think she was genuine!

Ace: But at least she (arei) was trying. And I can’t change even one thing about myself. Not my shitty job, nor my shitty personality, nor my shitty life.

OH OKAY OUCH AUGH. This…is painful. Here’s my (not very good) interpretation of this:

Ace doesn’t trust that people will be able to change. Sure, there’s a chance - but no guarantee. However, he applauds Arei because at least she was trying to be better. He thinks it’s pointless for him to try to be better - everything bad in his life, he cannot change. And that scared him, and that is what led him to murder.

“...” said by Levi and Nico*

Wow, going to the two people who have the most to do with his character right after he says that is crazy. /lh 

But yeah, I can’t even imagine what was going through their heads… The person who reprimanded them for killing others (and in Nico’s case - trying to kill him) actually ended up being the killer of Arei - and intended to kill everyone in order to escape the killing game. It sure must be a lot to process, huh?

Ace: Just vote me already! Put me out of my damn misery!

…Damn. This really hurts… 

He’s obviously terrified of dying. He probably wants it over with. He doesn’t want to wait in anticipation for his death. He just wants it over with…I feel SO bad.

Teruko: Before we do that, allow me to go over the case one more time, to confirm we all understand this murder.

Ace: Why? Why do you have to remind me of the fucked-up shit I did? I already feel like crap. I don't... I don't want to think about what I've done. Not now, nor ever.

Ah, so there’s also guilt involved. I mean, of course he’d feel guilt - but he probably felt killing Arei and escaping the killing game was his only option, excluding death.

Teruko: …

Teruko: Sorry, but it has to be done.

AGH. Teruko feels bad for having to make him relive his murder…dangit this cast makes me ILL /pos

Teruko: Confront the mistakes you've made. Then accept death. That's the fate of everyone who chooses to participate in this killing game.

I meannn…she isn’t wrong. But I still feel horrible for Ace.

**Closing argument**

Oh cool!!! Here we go - I can’t wait!

GIRLKISSERS!!! oh, and ace ig. /j

This is probably my favourite cg from the closing argument. It’s just….Idk. Arei’s expression is sort of funny to me.

The way Arei’s hanging body appeared in the middle and lifted up slowly…that was disturbing. But in a really, really good way. DRDTdev is super creative with these closing arguments!

Cut her free…with what, exactly??

Also, Teruko calling the carousel a spinner is hilarious to me. Not even a spinny thing anymore - just a spinner.

I burst out laughing at this cg…because I DIDN’T EXPECT HIM TO BE UPSIDE DOWN??? I giggled a lot at this, it’s really not that funny - but I didn’t expect him to go full monkey style in order to tie the rope.

And…there it is. Sorry folks, but I really doubt Ace isn’t killer after getting the “trial close” screen and the…end of closing argument cg??? Thing??? I have no clue what it’s called. 

Wow, this episode was a rollercoaster ride. I love love love love LOVED it. I can’t wait for the next one!

Before this episode, I really didn’t like Ace. At all. I just found him annoying. But DRDTdev did his character arc SO well - he’s really grown on me! Now time to see him get executed…oh.

Also, I realise I forgot to comment on the new cgs,,, whoops. They’re all super good though - I LOVED Teruko’s.

Anyway, I think that’s all….this took SO incredibly long lol. I don't really know what to say in order to end this post. So. Yeah.

[rainbowchaox]

Pissa Headcanons That Are Canon To Me Masterpost:

1.) Philza has been courting Missa from the first day they got paired together. Because Missa is literally so attractive to a Avian being able to dance, sing, and just in general a kind person. So of course Phil has been courting Missa but Missa doesn’t realize avians aren’t all super affectionate and doesn’t realize the gifts and shinny things given to him by Philza is pretty much avian for OMG I LOVE HIM and BACK OFF. Missa doesn’t know because Missa in general hasn’t been taught avian courting behavior along with his horrid self esteem he can’t imagine Phil loving him like that.

2) Philza is super affectionate even for avian standards. He will cuddle Missa with his wings every chance he gets. Or just in general hover around him. Along with his courting behavior almost being sickening cute. He just thinks his husband deserves everything nice.

3) Philza is more independent when it comes to preening his wings and is used to doing it alone but BOY is his weak when Missa takes a hour out of his day to help him preen. Missa isn’t like the best at preening in the world. But Missa is over average solely because he wanted to be the best for Philza he could be. It never fails to get Philza to melt and finally relax.

4) Both Philza and Missa are married and pining. Missa has a crush on his husband. Therefore Missa always gets a tad flustered around Philza. And everyone can see they love each other but themselves.

5) Avians run warm and Reapers run cold. So Missa always cuddles with his husband sleeping aka his willing heat source. Missa loves being blanketed by Phil’s wings. It’s so cozy and warm.

6) Missa is more open with his jealousy but in my opinion the more jealous one is actually Phil. Missa is very pretty ESPECIALLY if one managed to see him without his mask. But Missa doesn’t realize others are hitting on him because brain is too full of his husband. Philza does realize. And I won’t lie he sulks sometimes.

7) Missa has strong opinions about wings. And he definitely has a strong bias towards his husband wings. Missa being Missa will casually say how pretty his husband wings are. When doing that I imagine Atleast in avian eyes is like calling someone hot or a hunk. Because avians are so vain about their wings and is one of the main beauty standards. Philza always hears and never fails to give a smug smirk. Philza loves being complimented despite him saying otherwise.

8) Missa was the cook in the family and taught chayanne. Philza can cook but not COOK. Everyone in the family cried a bit when Missa came home solely for his cooking.

9) Phil is gentle with his adoration so he has many pictures and charcoal drawings of Missa hidden in one of his back packs.

10) Missa teaches Phil to dance. Phil teaches Missa to fight. Equal amount of gentle touching and flirting somehow.

[kyraisdead]

Drunken Tears - Pt 4. (Copia x Reader, VIOLENCE but not towards reader!)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3! And on AO3 right here!

Secondo sat in the library, silently working on some restoration project he'd been assigned after a Sibling managed to spill ink all over a century-old book—stupid child. His hands, especially his left, were stiff as they worked, wrapped loosely in a thin bandage. His knuckles were slightly raw, the middle one bloodied from the one-sided fight he'd had with his girl earlier.

She was good, though—loved him to a fault like a callow puppy. She wouldn't tell anyone. Still, the memory of the look on her face was indelible. She was pretty when she cried those opalescent tears. He knew he was a sick bastard for thinking so.

"Fratello."

He raised his head, glancing to his side before grunting and spinning in his office chair. "Copia," he greeted. Not a time for little brother, he could tell by the younger man's tone.

"What happened to your hand?" he asked, raising a brow in an almost rhetorical question. Not quite. He wanted to see the older man squirm at his words. Still, his equanimity was unshaken.

"Something sharp. Stupid accident," Secondo replied pointedly, a subtle jab that would've come across as nothing had he been speaking to anyone else. Copia had not received the blessing of unawareness that the Siblings possessed.

"You disgusting piece of- Come dorme la notte?" Secondo felt the floor tremble from the sheer force of Copia's footsteps as he surged toward the older man, hands balled in tight fists, only loosening to grab onto the shoulders of Secondo's shirt as he dragged him out of his chair, throwing him onto the floor. His movements didn't cease for a second as he approached again, falling to his knees inelegantly as he grabbed his collar, shaking him slightly. He was trembling, enraged at the thought that somebody could still be on their side when they were utterly wrong.

"Il Sonno?" Secondo questioned through gritted, almost smiling teeth. "Very well, actually, in my bed without the constant talking. If it didn't make me look like a cuck, I would have you take her to bed with you more often."

"For Satan's sake, Secondo, you know I didn't do that!" Copia said, his grip wavering momentarily at the accusation. He would've been okay with the idea of being with her, but it was her sake he worried over. He was a Papa. He wouldn't pay the price for rumors of infidelity. Only she would have to bear the burden, in her mind and on her body.

Secondo somehow had the nerve to grin at him. "It doesn't matter what you did," he replied. "She still feels guilty. She still feels violated."

Copia didn't know what came over him at that moment. Never had he been irascible, but the irrefragable disgustingness of his older brother's words made his anger deflagrate, turning from the crackling kindling of frustration to the all-consuming, all-damaging force of rage. Missing his better judgment, he pulled his fist back for momentum before it collided with Secondo's face.

The man's head reeled back, hitting the floor with a sickening cssh! More to stop himself from going further than to give any mercy, Copia stood, wiping his hand on his black slacks.

"Do you like how it feels?" he hissed. "To be held down and beaten? Doesn't feel pleasant, now does it?"

Secondo groaned, slowly pushing himself up into a sitting position. He wiped his nose haphazardly, feeling the building ache around his eyes. "I didn't beat her," he said, his words weak despite the equanimous quality his tone took. "I hit her. You're acting as if I murdered the girl."

Copia sighed shakily. "Somehow, I think she would've been less hurt if you did," he replied, concerned. He swallowed thickly, placing his hand on the table and squeezing in an attempt to calm himself and keep his hands busy, or at least away from an assault charge. His gaze hardened then, and he turned away. "I want you to stay away from her, Secondo."

Secondo scoffed. "She's my partner, and you're asking me to stay away from her?" It was a ridiculous, unreasonable request. "If you're looking to try and make her feel better, then I don't think that would be the way to go."

"I think being around you has hurt her enough," he replied, placing his hand against the heavy door. "I want her things out of your room. Tell her what you will. Preferably, write a letter." He heard the older man snort.

"Do you believe you intimidate me?" Secondo sneered. "You don't. I could pull the envelope opener out of the desk right now and kill you in cold blood. Right now? I wouldn't feel an ounce of guilt."

"And I could get you thrown out of this Ministry!" Copia shouted, turning around abruptly to face his older brother. "You forget your place. You weren't the first, you weren't the handsomest, you weren't the favorite! You're not even here by blood, and you don't have enough heart to love your way into Imperator's favor. You're lucky I don't tell Imperator what you did. She would look at you with the same amount of disgust she did Nihil. At least Nihil never hit her or anybody," he says, nails digging through his gloves and palms. Secondo had flaws, but it hurt to know that the man he once idolized was evil enough to do such a thing.

It took all of his willpower not to approach Secondo, not to kick him in the side and stomp in his chest until he felt half the pain Copia did when he saw tears in that angel's eyes. "It's not your childhood, Secondo. It's not the ricochet of our grandfather's neglect, and it's not our father that causes you to be this way," he says, clutching the brass handle of the door with a trembling hand. "It's the fact that if I were to cut your chest open right now, in place of your soul, there would only be rot."

And with that, he left.

[feartoxinjelloshot]

Poor little Jonny with guts made of straw;

Far from his bed did he go that night

Jon, Mama and Papa, early in thaw

Flew he to the cornfield, sickened with fright.

Too close, too close! Cried the mother crow

And with her beak tore poor Jonny's hand

The child asked weeping his parents to go

But all still and quiet they both did stand.

Checkered blue curtains his morning-bird;

Mama's scratch fire burning his blood

Laid sick little Jonny and said not a word

In his hospital bed of magnolia wood.

They had given him water and supper and tea

And ointments of healing all down the limb

Still Jonny said nothing: they could not see

The straw-filled man stood in front of him.

Threw up the supper and bled out the tea;

Pecked and scalpeled the arm that he kept

Woken by terrors in the moon's light of three

All of the doctors and nurses had left.

Jonny cried mercy to the spiders and dirt

Lord, said he, one who made me so sick

His prayer then he spits like a curse

Heal me, my God, sweaty hands in a grip.

And to the son's cross on high he turned;

For black into the morning the sun had crept

But Jonny was older and soon had he learned

That God was a scarecrow with a noose 'round its neck.

I actually have not talked about Jon's original-original scarecrow incident here (as opposed to the NJ hospital one or sitb), mostly because it didn't really exist in any kind of coherent form until recently: the story goes that Jon, as mentioned in my other posts, was a severely chronically ill child and spent large chunks of his upbringing in and out of the hospital. as a teenager (somewhere in the 14-17 range) he was on a very rare family vacation with his often-neglectful parents; he was of course ecstatic to spend quality time with them outside of a medical environment or school. during the vacation Jon went into a cornfield by himself and ventured too close to a mother crow's nest, who pecked and drew blood from his hand in an attempt to defend her babies. Knowing of his own weakened immune system, this frightened Jon immensely, but upon telling his parents of it they were skeptical and said as long as he cleaned and wrapped it it would be fine -- it was just a bird peck. It wasn't worth ruining a whole vacation over. And Jon didn't really want to go back to the doctor, anyway, so he did as they said and went on with the trip.

Within several days the wound got severely infected. Jon was carted to the hospital in a feverish fugue and pumped full of an antibiotic cocktail that, while it did save him the arm and eventually fight off the infection, gave him a medley of hallucinatory side effects. The important thing to know about Jonathan here is that this was not an isolated incident -- he had a history of bad medication reactions, and coupled with his severe anxiety and potential undiagnosed psychosis, over the course of his childhood he had come to personify his own fears in the form of a frequent sleep-paralysis-creature-slash-nightmare-visitor that he dubbed The Scarecrow. Up until the crow-peck incident he had purely been afraid of it: the Christian ideals pushed on him over time led him to think of it almost as a devil figure, haunting him for his imaginary sins.

But the delirious hallucinatory episode of the concentrated antibiotic treatment, over the course of a long hellish week or so, started to change his perception of it. He had elaborate out-of-body experiences where he took his Scarecrow's place, lumbering and silent, following a sick child in the night, peering into the windows of sleeping households. He unbuckled the white face of the straw-filled man and found his own rotting skull inside. He prayed to God and the Scarecrow answered, speaking in a deep hoarse voice that sat hollow in his lungs. For the first time in his life he grasped the purpose of his own creation beyond the clutches of sickness -- he was to become his own Lord. He was to hang on the nightmare's noose and leave his human body and mind behind him. For the first time he felt strong.

The fear hadn't left him -- it never would -- but when he emerged from his fever and into the new world, it was with a black fountain of faith at his lip.

[sakurasnowfall]

hi, Idk if i’m doing This right, but could you please write Some angst that turns into fluff about Reader x anime sanji? reader can be Afab or gender neutral, i don’t mind. You can also choose the scenario, Full control :)

thank You 🤩 and its ok if you don’t get to this, LOVE your writing by the way it’s So beautiful

Hi! As regards to your *Idk if im doing this right* no worries fam, neither do I (your request was perfect, though, so no worries!) 😭

Here is the story. I brain stormed maybe 7 ideas for this starting the night I got this request. It stumped me so freaking bad, and it took a couple weeks to get an...almost complete draft down. I let it sit for way to long, hence why it has been nearly a whole month. So here is what I am gonna do. I just wrote the missing 1/4 of this. I am going to post what it now. I WILL BE GOING BACK TO EDIT THIS AND MAKING IT BETTER. My anxiety was screaming at me to at least put out SOMETHING. So, I hope this is okay FOR NOW. I know it sucks, but I promise eventually I will improve it for you!

Thank you thank you thank you for the compliment!!! Lots of love <3

Tw : Blood, syringe mention, death mentioned

Established relationship, fem reader, and () used as a name placeholder.

Sanji usually loved red. Maroon roses. Vermillion wine. Scarlett sunsets. Ruby hearts. But now? He hated it. He hated it so much. Seeing it, dripping from every spot on her body. Covering her in a sheet of sickening crimson. Imagining what he would give to swap their places was not a thought for the faint of heart. All he could do was watch as Chopper gently cleaned the blood off of her arms and her face. As the tiny doctor wrapped her torso in bandages, her hovered, almost like a ghost with how pale and silent he remained. Ironic...that the chef of the crew himself was the only one who did not eat. Actually, that was not quiet true, as he forced himself a few forkfuls of food, guided by the phantom scolding he heard from () about neglecting his self care. He spent that night in the infirmary with her. Listening to the fragile, feathery breaths that balanced her on the edge of his world and the next. He thought that was the worst sound he would hear that day. This was not the case. Sanji learned that the worst sound was not the sound of her anguished screams. It was not the sound of her painful, labored breaths. He learned it was not the sound of her unconscious cries.

Sanji learned that the worst sound was no sound at all.

No amount of force on the Grandline could be guaranteed success in trying to restrain him. Sanji couldn't see Chopper scrambling to her bedside or hear him shouting. He couldn't hear Luffy's yelling. He couldnt hear Zoros grunts as the swordsman tried in vain to hold the cook down, slamming him to the floor after narrowly avoiding a kick to the head. If he couldn't see Robins powers prop up various instruments for Chopper, then certainly couldn't have seen one of her hands stabbing a syringe into his arm.

------------------------

When the cook awoke, it wasn't his head, or his knees - which had been bent underneath his weight - that hurt the most. It was his heart. His ever-bleeding heart, over flowing with the love that gushed and overflowed. How he found the strength to stand, he wasn't sure. But when he did, he found himself in an unfamiliar place. A place that held a bright, white shimmer and a peculiar haze about it, yet for all it's light gave off no warmth. He rubbed the back of his head, turning to better gauge his surroundings. That's when he saw her. Standing, maybe 200 feet away from him. Standing. Almost shimmering, radiant. Alive. If his legs had ever held a purpose other than carrying him to her, they didn't remember, as he sprinted toward her. She was just about to turn to him, when shadow, greater than anything he had ever seen, was summoned forth from the white ground, casting an ugly contrast, dragging whatever twisted world he was in from chilled to ice-cold. Sanji knew what this shadow was. More sure than he had been of almost anything in his life. It wanted her. Maybe it wanted him as well. He had run from it more times than he could count. But there was no running this time.

Rage guided his motions, and his love refined them to a deadly point, spearing the sheer power of his attacks into his opponent's core. If fighting death itself was all that stood between him and his life, then he would gladly fight it. Death wanted his life, and it would not have her. His fire lit it's shadows, extinguishing them, bit by bit, piece by piece. Until there was nothing left but air.

By the time he was done, adrenaline had rewarded him with the energy to run the remaining distance to her. When he reached her, he stopped. He reached out, his hand shaking. "()........" His voice failed him, his hand attempting to make up for his words by softly coming to rest at the side of her face. She had not broken her silence, but he could see her returning to him. Shutting her eyes and leaning into his touch, a few stray teardrops escaping her eyes, his own eyes mirroring the action. Her kissed her softly, hoping to regain his words through his actions. He pulled back after a brief moment, resting his forehead against hers. His hand had now moved to intertwine with hers. When his voice returned to him, in a whisper "let's go home......"

When Sanji woke up, his eyes had hardly opened before he sprang out of bed, scrambling into Chopper's office. He saw () sitting up, awake, eyes locked on him. He paused, before carefully approaching her, perhaps afraid that THIS was the dream.

"Are you.....how are you......feeling? " the blonde came to gently sit on the edge of her bed, carefully reaching out to cup to side of her face. () placed a hand atop his.

"I'm okay." He nodded, a few stray drops of bittersweet relief sliding down his face, quickly whisked away with a small laugh.

[gvfmarge]

My first fic????!!! Who am I??

Jakey blurb:

I’m so so nervous to post this. I don’t have many followers and I haven’t really interacted with many of you. But I just had this idea in my head and I had to write it down, it’s super duper short. I’m not a writer by any means and I didn’t really edit this, so please be kind. 🥺

This is loosely based off of my experience with my 2 babies and our first days at home. (It’s really not as beautiful as this makes it out to be and the exhaustion is REAL- in case you don’t have kiddos)

This is probably a flop and I doubt anyone will actually read but here it is. Also, I’m on mobile so I hope this posts okay and is readable. Again, please be kind and I would always love some type of feedback or critiques!!

Trigger warnings: Newborns and exhaustion. Really nothing but pure sickening fluff.

Jake (husband/dad) x Reader

~~~

“Are you just soooo hungry, is my sweet girl just starving to death?” He hums to her as he zips up the lilac colored floral footie pajamas. As he scoops her up from the changing table, he turns to you with his toothy grin. “Momma’s right here baby.” He hushes her cries with his whispered promises. Jake slips Nora into your arms and gently sinks down into the bed beside you.

You’ve always loved Jake. You’ve loved him since the first time you met eyes. He takes up every ounce of your heart. But there is just something in the way he rocks your daughter, something in the way he sings to her, the way he looks at you while you’re holding her that makes you realize you never knew how much you actually loved him. You never believed your heart could hold any more love for this man, but watching him love the child you created with him has made you feel like the world has stopped for only you and your new family.

Today is your second full day of being home from the hospital after giving birth. It’s nothing like you imagined, it’s harder than you ever imagined but Jake has been nothing short of amazing. You have never felt more taken care of and cherished before.

“I can’t believe she’s actually real.” He says looking down at her in awe while she nurses. You can see the love in his eyes, you can feel it radiating off of him. It has enveloped your entire life now. Every inch of your house is full of love because of this new life you have brought into it.

“I know, I still feel like it’s all a dream actually.” You whisper back, leaning your head on his shoulder. “It felt like she would never be here and here she is.” He hums in response and turns his head to kiss your forehead. You both sit tangled together while you feed Nora until she finally falls asleep in your arms.

Jake eventually slides off the bed when he notices your eyes getting heavy. “Let me take her for a while baby, you need to nap.” He says stretching out his arms to lift her off of your chest. “Are you sure? I’m okay, I really don’t feel tired.” As you’re yawning, you realize just how exhausted you are. Jake has barely let you lift a finger since you’ve been home from the hospital. He’s changed almost every diaper, cooked every meal, woken up with Nora almost every hour at night to help you feed her. “Aren’t you tired too? You’ve done so much, lay down with me and we can cuddle while she naps.” You’re hoping he agrees, you really don’t want him to take her and you really don’t want him to leave either.

He places Nora in her bassinet beside the bed and places his hand on her chest and she settles back down into sleep. He slowly walks to turn off the lamps around the room and closes the curtains, stretching his arms above his head as he walks back to his side of the bed and almost crashes his body into the mattress. “I’m so glad you said that because I think I might die if I don’t sleep.” He says muffled into his pillow.

You giggle at his dramatics and curl into his side, pulling the blankets up over your shoulders. “I love you so much, Jake. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to show you just how much.”

“You already have baby, you’ve given me everything I could ever want and more. You’ve given me the perfect little family, that is all mine. I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

As you both drift off into your nap, you both can’t help but smile through the exhaustion. Understanding now just how much this is all you’ve ever wanted.

[moderntragedyseries]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ WHEN THE CRASH HAPPENED. ❞

tw: bombings

It was supposed to be a normal Tuesday that February. It was around 3:00 PM and I had just been dismissed from school. My older sister Harmony had been walking me home, keeping me close to her.

I remember Festerchapel being loud and crowded, but it didn't bother me at the time. I actually enjoyed the noise.

After we had gone down Spring Street, I noticed the sky had turned an ugly gray. But not the gray that you see before a storm comes, it was darker than that. It was like an oil spill in the sky, spiraling into different clouds.

I didn’t pay much mind to it, simply clinging to my sister more as we continued our way home. Eventually, Harmony had noticed the clouds and stopped, narrowing her eyes at it. She seemed as skeptical as I was.

She shrugged and encouraged me to keep walking, but I stared warily at the ever-darkening clouds, the air smelling like thick smoke as I began coughing violently.

Harmony looked concerned, trying to see what was wrong with me as she crouched down.

“Hey, hey, you good, Cal?” she asked, but I cowered into her arms as she looked up into the sky, now noticing that the gray had now completely engulfed the sky. Then, almost instantly, everything went downhill for the next twenty minutes.

A large atomic bomb hit the center of Festerchapel, a deafening explosion following it as smoke erupted and spread rapidly, the shockwave knocking me into my sister, who was just as shocked as I was.

When my senses returned, all I could hear was screaming and crying, and all I could smell was the sickening taste of smoke. I could barely see anything past the raging flames as they towered over the city, engulfing buildings and homes in mere seconds.

My sister had scooped me up almost instinctively as she ran away from the rapidly approaching smoke, covering my nose and mouth from it.

Everything after that is a blur, and I'm glad it is. My sister and I, along with the few survivors of the sudden attack, had evacuated to the eastern side of Festerchapel. News had spread everywhere of the bombing, and nobody had any clue who did it.

Harmony and I were fine for the next 6 months, safely kept away from the demolished other side of the city. Then another bomb hit and I was completely cut off from my sister.

I barely could see her through the crowd of people trying to escape the flames. I cried out for my sister right before I was shoved to continue moving forward.

The people evacuating Festerchapel had no set destination, they just wanted to get out. And so did I. But not without my sister. I finally managed to return to Festerchapel hours after my forced departure, and to my chagrin, I couldn't find my sister. 

No trace of her was anywhere, and I just broke down right then and there. I barely could comprehend the fact I was being forced to defend myself at the age of ten.

For months on end, reports of bombings would pop up from all over Hypoxia. I felt sick hearing each and every report. Then everything went silent one day. All radios, all televisions, everything just went into silence.

I found out a year after my displacement that our newly elected president, Pandora Azrael, was the reason for all of this. That was the first time I felt true betrayal from within my own nation.

For the next four years, I had fought my way through several cities in Hypoxia. Ever since the second bombing, everyone became antsy and trigger-happy.

It was sickening how many times I nearly got killed because some maniacs thought they'd get something out of shooting a damn child.

Hypoxia has been becoming worse by the years. Not just politically, but physically. Everything is decimated to the point that there was a time we couldn’t even recognise which cities are what anymore.

Two years ago, I had found two other survivors that weren't actively trying to kill me, Carrie Woods, a 15 year old, and Noemie Leilani, an 16 year old. We formed a group and decided to stick together.

But I just can't help but think of what would've happened if Pandora just never dropped the bombs. None of this would've happened, and none of this would've been needed. Fuck you, Pandora. Fuck. You.