#ah so that's what happened to me a while back

[my-castles-crumbling]

potion - may 3 - black brothers - wolfstar - hinted jegulus - @black-brothers-microfic - word count: 401

“You always were the dramatic one, weren’t you?” 

Regulus’s voice made Sirius, who was sitting out by the dock, jump almost out of his skin.

“Fuck off, Regulus,” he mumbled, not turning around. “Don’t make me drown you in the lake.”

“Cold. Something really bad must’ve happened for you to resort to death threats instead of your normal childish insults. Plus, Potter said you wouldn’t even talk to him,” Regulus snorted. “What is it?”

“None of your bloody business,” Sirius snapped, not bothering to worry about why James and Regulus were talking.

“It is. If you off yourself, I have to deal with Walburga and Orion alone, and I’d rather not do that,” the younger boy drawled, but there was actually concern in his tone. “So talk to me, or I’ll spike your Pumpkin Juice with Veritaserum.”

Eyes narrowed, Sirius turned and gave him a death glare. “You wouldn’t. I know too much about you.”

“Want to risk it?” Regulus challenged. Oh, he was such a Slytherin.

“Fine,” Sirius huffed, turning back to the lake. “We made Amortentia today.”

“And you botched the potion, as usual. But being an idiot isn’t a reason to be upset, that’s hardly anything new,” Regulus teased.

“Prat. No, I…I smelled Remus.” It felt good to finally say out loud. Even if he knew he would never be able to look at Remus again.

“Ah,” Regulus nodded, obviously understanding. “That would do it.”

“Yeah.”

They sat together for a while, neither speaking.

Then, “What did Remus smell?”

Sirius frowned, never having considered that. “Dunno. I didn’t ask him.”

Regulus gave him a funny look. “You should. You really should.”

He considered that. “You think so?”

“Yes, Sirius. Now, we’re done with panicking. They’re serving Shepherd’s Pie for dinner, and I’m not missing it.”

But as Sirius stood up and followed Regulus into the castle, the younger boy said, “You know you’re not the only one who likes boys, right? I kissed Barty in third year. And Potter…well, you should talk to him.”

Sirius stopped walking, frozen in shock at the news. “Potter–James Potter isn’t straight?”

Regulus gave him a smirk that was so knowing, Sirius immediately grew suspicious. “Nope. I can promise you that.” He continued walking.

Flummoxed, it took Sirius a moment to come to his senses. Then, he chased his brother, trying to catch up. “Reg, wait! What do you mean by that exactly?”

[notarmedandnotdangerous]

+18 mdni! reader finds out bucky has been hiding a secret (vibrator) all along

cw: sub!bucky, dom!m!reader, forced orgasm, overstimulation, use of vibrator, reader has a thing for hair pulling, new pet name guys bucky calls reader 'babydoll'

word count: >1.6k

bucky was sitting on the couch, staring into the ceiling as his phone charged at the coffee table next to him. you walked out of your shared bedroom, letting him watch as you held something that looked way too familiar for his own good.

“found this under the pillow, wanna explain what you’ve been up to?” you held a small bullet vibrator in your hand, it was small, yet strong. this finally explains the buzzing you’ve heard during bucky’s ‘workout sessions’

“uh.. nothing?” he looked at you, feigning his innocence. he knew you wouldn’t believe him, but he could at least try.

“and you’re telling me ‘nothing’ involves a vibrator?” you dropped the bullet vibrator on his lap, watching in enjoyment as his body tensed up while his face burned with embarrassment.

“i.. might’ve used it on myself a few times..” he admitted, looking away from you.

“there’s a perfectly healthy human being here, who happens to be your boyfriend, and you’re resorting to using a vibrator? really, buck?” you watched as his fingers twitched, not daring to pick up the bullet vibrator laying in between his thighs.

“well.. i didn’t think you’d be interested..” bucky slowly but surely tilted his head upwards to look at you. his cheeks still flushed from your teasing.

“never assume, buck, trust me. honestly speaking, i’m curious as to how you use this on yourself.”

“you.. wanna watch me use it?” he swallowed hard, his heart racing as he couldn’t believe you were actually interested.

“maybe. or maybe i wanna overstimulate you with it. you’d like that wouldn’t you? being forced to cum until you’re sobbing?” he let out the quietest whimper, just loud enough for you to pick up on it. “gonna record a video and save it for later, you’d let me, right?”

“i wouldn’t mind that..” he bit his lip, feeling a rush of excitement.

“god, you’re so painfully honest about everything, i love that.” you got down on your knees in between his thighs.

“up.” you signalled for him to lift his hips up, and he did. you slid his pants and boxers off, leaving him in just his shirt. you grabbed his cock, and teased it for a bit, running the vibrator all over, not turning it on just yet.

“don’t.. don’t tease..”

“you think you deserve this, buck? after hiding this from me?” you put his thigh on your shoulder as you kissed his inner thighs, pulling your hands away from his cock.

“please?”

“not enough, buck. keep going.”

“please, need you to touch me..”

“i am touching you.”

“mm.. not enough.”

“desperate.” you sighed, turning the vibrator on the lowest setting and gently running it up and down your cock, making him shiver.

“fucking finally..” bucky hissed when you dragged the vibrator along a vein on his cock. his back arched, while his hands reached out to grab onto your shoulders, needing something to hold onto.

“he’s so desperate for me, isn’t he?” you traced it up and down before settling on torturing the tip. you abruptly turned it on to the highest setting, chuckling as his hips bucked frantically.

“please.. i can’t take it.. feels too good..” bucky practically whimpered as his voice cracked.

“ah ah, you can, and you will.” you dragged the vibrator around his tip, making him whine before cumming hard. his entire body shuddered as you kept the vibrator pressing tightly against his tip to let him ride out his high. the moment he came back to his senses, his body burned with overstimulation, as he rambled for you to stop.

“wait- oh, fuck, too much..” he panted. his voice was cracking as he struggled to think straight. he looked down to see you with your phone, recording yourself playing with him.

“you’re okay with this, right? just miss you too much sometimes, need some.. ‘material’ to keep me busy, you know?” you moved the vibrator down, giving his tip some relief. you dragged the vibrator down to the base, making him squeal out.

“didn’t know you made these kinds of noises, buck.”

“i.. didn’t mean to.. just felt too good” he blushed, looking away from you after realising you had caught it on camera.

“don’t worry” you kissed his thighs lovingly, before mischievously dragging the vibrator back to his tip.

“oh- oh god..” his body tensed up as he neared his orgasm.

“i know, baby, i know.” you blew cool air on bucky’s cock, and he came almost immediately. his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he cried out. his fingers tugged at your hair roughly, making your brain short-circuit for a bit.

“i- i can’t anymore.. two is.. a lot..” he panted heavily, his free hand grabbing onto your wrist tightly as he tried to push the vibrator away.

“no.. you.. fuck..” you were losing focus the more he intertwined his fingers in your hair. his plan worked though, your hand absentmindedly moved itself away, while you were in your daze. “let go..” he let go immediately, blushing.

“sorry, didn’t mean to.. just couldn’t control myself..”

“ah.. no it’s okay.” you realised you’ve already taken the vibrator away from his tip now, so you pressed it back, making him scream out. his brain was almost mush now as sweat dripped down his neck.

“i- i can’t..” bucky gasped, his thighs shaking in an effort to hold himself back. you traced light circles around his tip, making his eyes squeeze shut as he came once more.

“you cum so much.” he was just about to speak, before you cut him off mid-sentence. you turned the vibrator to the lowest settings and pressed it to his balls. you leaned forward to lick the cum off his body.

“b- babydoll, please..” he groaned, his body still trembling from the aftershocks.

“you’re nasty, you tell me it’s too much for you, but you’re still here taking it.” you slapped his cock playfully, the sensation making his hips stutter.

“can’t help it, just feels too good..” he blushed, looking away from you. he tilted his head in curiosity as you sneaked a hand into the drawer next to you. you grabbed a small roll of medical tape, taping the vibrator to his tip. thank god it was on the lowest setting, or bucky would explode.

“take it.” he was so fucked out now, he wanted to speak, but the words had died down in his throat. “aw, too fucked out to speak?” there was no response from him as he writhed.

“i- i can’t, oh, please..” he whimpered, he was on the verge of another orgasm. he could easily tear the vibrator off of himself, but he chose to let it stay, let it torture him.

“gonna do you a favour.” you tore the vibrator away and jerked him off quickly. bucky’s hips jumped and bucked away from you. “no, no, you’re gonna stay here, and you’re gonna cum.”

“i.. babydoll, please..” his body tensed as he came for the last time that night, he couldn’t take any more. even if he did, he’d pass out, probably.

“woah, you’re shooting blanks? that bad, huh?” bucky’s entire body shuddered, so you backed away and gave him some time alone.

“didn’t.. didn’t know i could do that..” he panted heavily, hands reaching down to brush the stray hairs from your face.

“trust me, i didn’t know it was possible either.” you kissed his forehead, not wanting to clean him up yet, as it would be too overstimulating. “feel better, handsome?”

“yes, fuck, feel.. so much better..”

[hellohi1987]

You and Rafe are at a Fancy dinner party for his job. Rafe is wearing a black suit his white button up shirt is unbuttoned at the top and you can see his gold chain peaking out. He’s holding a glass of whiskey in his right hand and you can see the veins in his hands trying to escape from his skin. You’ve never wanted to ride his fingers so much. He looks so hot in is suit making pointless small talk with his coworkers.

You’re wearing a red silk dress with a slit in the right leg. Rafe can see your tan legs. Your long legs look endless and hes been eye fucking you all night. He’s so ready to go home and fuck you till you can only remember his name

You’re practically drooling over Rafe. And it only gets worse when Rafe grabs your waist to claim you as his.

You sit at the dinner table waiting for your food a R afe talks to his coworkers. His hand is slowly inching up your thigh.

You excuse yourself to the bathroom. “Where you going?” Rafe whispers his arms still lingering on your waist.

“I have to pee.” You whisper back. You walk to the bathroom and go into the stall. You took some pictures earlier. Some not so appropriate pictures. You send them to Rafe phone then walk back to the table like nothing happened.

You watch as Rafes bulge grows for you. He needs you. You start to put your hand on it discreetly under the table. Rafe grabs your hand and runs it along his covered cock. He leans to talk to you quietly.

“You don’t know what you do to me.” He almost whimpers. You rubbing his cock through his pants goes on for a little bit before you un button his dress pants. “Let’s go find somewhere else.” He whimpers in your ear.

You get up and you and Rafe walk around the place looking for a closet or something. You find an office with a couch in it. Perfect.

Rafe locks the door and then immediately bends you over the back of the couch. “You wanna play this we’ll fucking play this, slut.” He pushes your dress up your body and is surprised when you’re not wearing pantys. “Ah you planed this out I see.”

He takes his throbbing cock out of his dress pants and slams it into your pussy. You moan excitedly. Rafe reaches up to your mouth and stuffs 3 of his fingers in your mouth.

He pounds your pussy so much your seeing starts. “You’re such a bad girl sending me pictures while i’m at work.”

You moan into his fingers after he pounds you one more time before your both are weak and cumming.

Rafes cum is dripping out of you and you can feel it drip down your thigh.

Rafe smacks your ass so hard your seeing stars. “You such a bad girl.” He says pulling your dress all the way down.

a/n: ngl this too me DAYS to write i was just so busy. anyways hope you guys liked this one. please give me feedback. Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

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[pyozha]

I must apologise - yuji x f!reader

chapter two - base down low

masterlist

Yuji pov:

“Hey man Imma head out for a bit. Gotta catch a game with Inumaki so I would appreciate if you took out the trash this time” Yuji stands in the doorway of Megumis room while holding his playstation controller, wearing just the most comfortable ‘staying at home’ outfit you can think of.

Megumi, laying on his bed while reading some existential literature, rolls his eyes already irritated by those two sentences coming from Yuji. “I took out the trash for you two times in a row you can’t keep using fortnite as an excuse-“ Megumi didn’t have the chance to finish before Yuji chimed in“thanks dude I’ll see you later now, love ya!” He gives him a thumbs up and a dorky smile making his way out of their apartment. He didn’t even listen to a word Megumi was trying to tell him. You can say that Yuji loves to tick off Megumi just because he can.

Making his way from down the 3rd floors hallway, just after 6 apartments he reaches his destination. He stands right in front of his friends door and knocks 3 times just fast enough. Right as the door was opening Yuji was in the midway of saying something diabolical but froze when he saw it wasn’t his friend Toge who opened the door.

“Yeah?” y/n stood with half of her body visible behind the door. For just a moment Yuji thought he approached the wrong apartment, but through the girls messy hair covering her face just slightly, he recognised it was y/n.

“Oh uh hi! Is Inumaki home?” Yuji asks a bit flustered as he didn’t even listen not expect to see her of all people greet him while he was dressed like a dumpster bag.

“Yeah, he’s in his room. You want me to go get him?” She opens the door wider revealing a bit more of her small frame.

Yuji shook his head. “No it’s okay, I’m just coming over to play some fortnite…” he mumbled the last part. Yuji was never good when talking to girls. Not pretty ones to be exact.

“Oh you’re Itadori right?” y/n spoke up comfortably opening the door now, more comfortable that the man standing infront of her door wasn’t some freak about to beg to be stepped on by bare feet. (happened twice to her in the last 3 months).

“Uh yeah. We’re classmates” Yuji sounded unsure. He felt like an idiot for being so awkward and the conversation has only started.

“Yeah I know. You’re Nobaras roommate” y/n spoke with a slight grin. Yuji could only respond with an uncomfortable chuckle. Nobara had a big mouth and god knows what she has shared with y/n.

Right then Toge appeared behind y/n shoving her to the side a tad bit too rough. “Hey man she isn’t interested in your nasty fantasies-“ Toge cut himself off as the sight over y/ns back becomes clear. Indeed it wasn’t the mysterious lunatic instead it was his unhinged friend with an indescribable face expression, almost looking offended yet more confused.

“Ah Yuji! Get in I just set up the game” Toge points to his room nonchalantly completely disregarding what he said earlier.

Yuji was a bit lost looking at y/n for some sort of context while following Toge slowly to his room but she just smiled like she had no idea.

☆ I hope you understood that the messages are from Yujis pov 🙈

☆ y/n thinks Yuji is such a loser but in a cute way lmao

☆ even if she has seen him shove down 10 shots at once down his throat at a party last semester her mind can’t put two and two together

☆she literally thought he had a twin brother or something for the longest time

☆nobara has definitely shared everything to the last detail to y/n about yuji

☆nobara is a shit talker 24/7 its a ‘I yap and you yap with me’ type of friendship

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[alucards-boots]

Okay, so I have been obsessed with Epic the musical lately, and while listening to "Would you fall in love with me again", I got this concept of Alucard who falls in love with the same soul every century or so. This time, he happened to find that person when they were quite young (late twenties), and they had a relationship for a bit before circumstances got them separated for twenty years, and when MC came back, they had the audacity to tell Alucard something along the lines of "I changed a lot since we last met, would you still love me despite it all?" And then we get Alucard pulling the "I would fall in love with you over and over again, no matter how where or when, no matter how long it's been you're mine!" (And maybe even "Don't tell me you're not the same person! You're always my spouse and I've been waiting... For you") I will let everything else up to you cause I lost the wire of my thoughts here

Ah, epic.. i have no full knowledge of it, i’ve seen buts and fanarts of it, but i’m only there for my beloved Lord Hermes to be honest. hehe, enjoy!

I apologize for this being submitted late, i have a busy life to maintain, but i do make time.

This is taken place at nocturne.

“I will love you in every lifetime.” You promised at your last breath when his supple arms held you.

he found you, once again, and you still had similar features to the same face of the past, you looked beautiful.

You both loved each other dearly, his ethereal-like beauty never failed you to mistaken him for a terribly disguised angel.

By your mannerisms, your wit, your scoldings— he knew it was you.

Oh he was so terribly in love.

Until fate had to be cruel to set you two away, wrenching him from you for your sake to live.

“How about you? Were you ever in love?” Richer asked, his voice blending in the silence within alucard’s contemplation— his conflict, his thoughts of you.

“Countless times..” he murmured— those countless times were the times he fell in love with you over and over again.

His eyes softened at the thought of you, where are you? Are you alright? Are you well? Worse. Are you dead???..

He closed his eyes, shaking his head before leaning back once again as he was about to fall off of balance.

During the moment of the drolta’s attack, instead of alucard’s sword clashing with drolta’s claws, it was yours.

Your sword.

he was shielding richter and annette, ready to attack at any moment, but somehow,

fate was kind.

You fought off Drolta for a brief moment before Alucard rushed to fight alongside you, he did not have time to keep his eyes on you but he had time to fight alongside you, you looked near old but not near to death, you looked beautiful as ever, and he knew it without a glance.

At the aftermath of the brutal battle,

He wanted to look for you, but you weren’t there, looking through the crowd of cacophonies whispering about the beheading of the french royal..

You were not there.

everything was starting to go back to the serene moment, the night’s veil enveloping beautifully on the sky, the lamps shined brighter,

So as his eyes when he saw you being thanked by maria.

You’ve improved so much, did you have any lovers after him? What had you done during the separation?— that, evil, painful seperation?

Your powers blended with his perfectly as if you two were one, you had a few scars on you, were you in an adventure? Journey? who were you with? His thoughts ran through his head.

You bought some croissants for them, handing each one until you gave your last to Alucard, he took the opportunity to pull you close, away from the group into a secluded place, his hands were trembling, you still held the croissant on the other hand, he looked like he wanted to cry, his steps were rushed, as if desperate.

…

“Y/n..” his voice cracked. “Where have you been all along?..”

“i’ve been traveling, just as you told me..”

His hand raised to cup your cheek, he couldn’t say anything, just reveling in your beauty, the beauty you effortlessly maintained, the beauty that complimented his.

“why.. why have you came now?..”

“i..” you trailed off before placing the croissant somewhere close, the flat surface of the railing diving you both and the seine bridge, your now-free hand found his clenching ones, clenching hard because he’s afraid that you will disappear if he ever let go.

The desperation in his eyes was prominent, waiting to hear your voice once again..

“I was looking for you..”

His breath hitched before his arms swiftly wrapped around you in a tight embrace, the embrace. Slowly, his head lifted just to look down at you, you still had the same eye color, the same glint of your eyes..just a little crinkle at the corners, but you weren’t that old.

"I’ve changed a lot since we last met..

would you still love me despite it all?"

He almost wanted to laugh at that ridiculous yet breaking statement.

"I would fall in love with you over and over again, no matter how where or when, no matter how long it's been..

you’re mine, y/n.. always been.”

“oh look at me.. i look far from—“

"Nonsense.. don’t even say you arent the same person..

You’ve always been my spouse and i.. have been waiting..”

you promised not to leave this time.. you couldn’t bear to see him witness the cycles of your passing over and over again, no matter how stoic and calm he was, you could see a flower wilting.

[theredcuyo]

The cinnamon roll that i finally thought of how to add in the au :D

So, it was Sqq's idea (After he looked at Mobei, then at Yin Yu and asked the system "Hey, did Wuxian by a chance-"), like it tends to be, he thought how do you save a living corpse trapped in a mountain? Easy, get a necromancer!

He non suspiciously took Wwx to Buddha mountain, and hey, brother in law could you show me how your technique works out here, yk, without ghosts around that you already know? Does it work with animals?

And Wwx is like, no it doesn't, but if a corpse has enough resentment i can redirect it, then proceeds to use his flute for demonstration and bam! Wen Ning

Wwx is baffled and his brain is restarting for a few minutes (Sqq is having to fight Wen Ning in the meantime because that is a lot of energy that no one is controlling rn)

Then they take him back with them, Wwx has no time to explain his brothers what is happening ("A-Ying You did what to a corpse?!" "Dage you're not one to talk"), because he has to fix it

While he works, he asks his hubby, Lwj tells him what he already knew, the Ghost general was destroyed but then why-

Why is he here now? It's him! It couldn't not be, but then how-

When Wen Ning awakes, he tells him some of it, but however not enough, but it's fine, he's fine now, Wwx apologizes to him for what happened but Wen Ning doesn't really agree with that being his fault

Next up, he meets Wwx's brothers who take a look at him and decide nu-uh, you're not dressing like that, and get rid of the chains and give him new clothes, they tell him he's welcome to stay wherever he wants and that they'll make sure he's safe (Even if he's the Ghost general to everyone else)

But well, Wen Ning doesn't really know where to go, so he will still stay with Wwx for now, plus he can see A-Yuan now, he's very thankful to Hanguang-Jun for that but that doesn't make him more comfortable around the man

He's also not the most confortable around Senior Shen and his highness, yes, Senior Shen didn't mind fighthing him when they met, but still- They both are nice! Is just... Is just a little bit weird? They treat him like kind of cat? Like a skittish stray cat? Giving him treats (He doesn't really eat, so they changed to other things) the same time they're very careful, they don't seem very scared of him but...

You can't put them at fault, it's their first time seeing something like this, they're curious! From Xie Lian's perspective, even in his hundreds of years, he's never seen something like this before! Not only that but the way Wen Ning's body, energy and what he had of cultivation work is really interesting, the most similar thing are ghosts themselves and it's still very different, and hey, he's really good with a bow, he realized that soon, maybe even better than... Ah, he also knows medicine, isn't that ironic? For a corpse to be a doctor?

Sqq on the other hand, can't help it either, see this, Airplane? This are good ideas in a cultivation novel, you dumbass! Aside from that, it really is interesting, Wen Ning doesn't feel pain, and his body can be repaired without much fuss, he is strong, maybe too much? Could be connected to that thing he heard once about histeric strength? That it works because the pain perceptors shut down? Aiyah, if he needs to ever die again maybe he can ask Wuxian to give him a body quite like this too

[thesimpthatneverstopssimping]

Drawing the Prettiest Boy (Chuuya Nakahara)

Warnings: OOC?, None?

Genre: Oneshot

Reader: Gender neutral, constantly refers to Chuuya as pretty, artist, likes Chuuya

Requested By: N/A

Character: Chuuya Nakahara

     Something irritating had been happening to Chuuya. After Ace had died you had taken his place as an Executive. Before hand you were already just about as powerful and respected as one just without the offical authority. He knew of you but never needed to interact with you.

     He noticed how during meetings or when the two of you had to work together you would just stare at him. It unnerved him. The way your eyes would look him over as if you were studying him.

     Eventually he snapped at you, "Why do you keep staring at me like a creep!"

     "Just staring at the prettiest boy in the Mafia," you said casually as if the two of you were talking about the weather.

     He was pissed at the comment. Less about the "pretty" part and more the "boy". He was not a boy. He was a grown man, no matter what his height indicated. Though, he couldn't explain the feeling in his chest and the heat that rose to his cheeks.

     Chuuya started to get more snappy and tell you to stop staring and you would always respond by saying you were only looking at the pretty Executive. It would get on his nerves every time and make that same feeling come over him again. What was your obsession with calling him "pretty" and staring at him?

     One day he saw you what looked like to be writing during a meeting. No. That couldn't be right. The way your pencil was moving wasn't like you were writing. Then what were you doing?

     Chuuya noticed you doing this often. Sometimes you would glance at him while you were doing whatever you were doing. He couldn't understand your fixation on him. Didn't you have better things to do?

     One day he had to drop something off at your desk. Light flooded the room through the windows. When he walked to your desk he happened to see a bunch of scattered papers across your desk. He couldn't help but take a glance at what they were. He saw that they were mostly sketches and mostly of him.

     Chuuya picked one of the sketches of him up. It felt odd to look at these papers. He could see how you saw him through them. He could even see why you always referred to him as "pretty".

     "They're good, don't you think?" asked a voice from behind him.

He jumped and turned to face the speaker. He saw Kouyou holding a small paper bag with something.

     "They took quite the interest in you. I've even heard them refer to you as 'the perfect model'," the older woman continued.

     "What are you doing here?" Chuuya asked her.

     "Ah. (Y/N) saw something I had for lunch a while ago and asked about it. I told them that I'd bring them their own when I had the chance."

   Chuuya glanced to the bag and then back to the sketch in his hand, "You knew that they drew me?"

     "Yes. They gave me a drawing of theirs a while ago after I commented on liking it. I had seen a drawing of you that they were making while handing it to me. It was absolutely adorable. I think it was that one there," she pointed to a sketch of Chuuya when he took a nap at his desk once.

     His face flushed. Embarrassment washed over him. You had drawn him while he was asleep. Not only that, Kouyou had seen the image as well.

     The door creeked open and you walked inside. Chuuya turned to you, his face bright red. You looked between the two executives confused until you saw what Chuuya was holding and you instantly grew embarrassed as well.

     You quickly rush to them, grab the paper, and hurriedly sweep the rest into your arms, "What are you two doing here?"

     "I brought you a snack," Kouyou responded while holding up the small bag.

     "I was bringing documents, stalker," Chuuya said flustered.

     "Thank you Kouyou. And Chuuya, it's rude to snoop through people's things!" You lecrured.

     "And it's creepy to have so many damn drawings of one person!" Chuuya shot back.

     "You knew already! I draw you all the time. It's not like I'm subtle about it. I have seen you watching me."

     "What do you mean-" he stopped talking abruptly when he realized that the weird thing you would do during meetings and such. You had been drawing him this whole time.

     His face flushed again. How didn't he realize it before? Maybe he didn't expect you to have a hobby like that? His fists clench. He wasn't sure if he was angry or not. Even if he was who was it towards? You for drawing him or himself for being so dense?

     "How long?" He asked lowly.

     "For what?" You asked back and put the papers back on your desk.

     "How long have you been doing this?"

     "... since I met you," you said sheepishly.

     "... so only a few months?" He asked. It wasn't that bad.

     "... a couple of years," you corrected.

     "WHAT?!"

     You winced when he yelled. Chuuya looked to be both upset and bewildered. Years? The two of you only had met a few moments ago after you had become an Executive, right? Kouyou places the bag on your desk before walking out of the room so Chuuya and you could talk alone.

     "When did we meet? I don't remember meeting you," He finally asked.

     "I had recently joined the Mafia," you look away as you start to explain, "I was assigned to raid an enemy base with a group. You had joined near the end... I couldn't take my eyes off you."

     "... you couldn't?"

     "Yeah. You were so pretty, cool, powerful, radiant-" you cut yourself off before you could go into a rant about how amazing you found him and possibly let slip your actual feelings about him.

     Red crept up his cheeks. Had you truly thought that about him? Why was his heart beating faster? He couldn't understand why he was feeling this way.

     "You think that way about me and have for years?"

     "How could I not? Everything about you is amazing! I just want to be able to capture your essence in my drawings," you take a step towards him, "I want to get to know you better. Be more than just another co-worker."

     "Do you even know what you're saying!?" He yelled, mostly out of shock from your confession.

     You realized what came out of your mouth and became embarrassed. You took a few steps back from Chuuya. In your excitement you had spilled the secret you were trying to avoid having him know.

     "I- um... I need to go," you said before trying to run past him and out of your office.

     "No you don't!" Chuuya grabbed your arm and pulled you back, "We are not done here."

     "I'm sure I hear the boss calling for me," you said nervously while avoiding eye contact with him.

     "Mori is in a meeting right now," Chuuya stated.

     "Oh..."

     "Yeah. 'Oh'. Now why in the world would you say that? And what do you mean 'more than just another co-worker'?" He interrogated.

     You were too surprised and anxious to speak. Chuuya's hand was still tightly holding your arm. The look in his eyes were intense as he looked at you. As your eyes looked over his face, you could see not just irritation in his eyes, but intrigue as well, and something you couldn't identify since you'd never seen that look on him before.

     "Say something, damn it!" Chuuya yelled.

     "I like you," you blurted out.

     It was dead silent in the office. Neither of you moved. You wanted to hide and never be found again and Chuuya was processing what he heard.

     He let go of you and took a step back. Panic rose within you. How was he going to react? Was this a good time to take the opportunity to flee?

Chuuya leaned against your desk and crossed his arms. He didn't look upset. If anything he looked embarrassed. His eyes avoided yours and looked at the carpet instead.

"It was so obvious. How hadn't I noticed?," he internationally scolded himself.

He looked back at you to see the anxiety writen on your face. Leaving someone who just confessed in silence probably wasn't the best thing to do, Chuuya realized.

Chuuya cleared his throat before speaking stiffly, "Thank you for finally giving me information on why you were behaving that way."

He knew that wasn't the right way to respond, but he wasn't sure how else to. A lump formed in your throat. It felt like a rejection without him rejecting you.

The next few weeks were awkward between the two of you. Most could tell but none had either the courage or cared enough to ask.

You were at you desk filling out reports. The rain outside was a soothing sound especially in contrast to the storm of thoughts that clouded your mind. The door to your office slammed open. You looked up to see who barged into your office only to be met with a frazzled Chuuya.

He stormed over to your desk and slammed his hands apon it. His eyes stared directly into yours intensely despite his tired appearance.

"I figured it out," he stated.

"Figured what out?" You hesitantly asked.

"How I felt- no, feel about you. Why your absence bothered me so much."

His hands clench then leave the desk. He walks around to your side, turns your chair to face him, then cages you in your chair between him and your desk. You grew nervous from the proximity and the way he was looking at you.

"I feel so stupid for not realizing it sooner. I like you too (y/n). I can't believe I only realized it after overhearing a conversation about a damn crush."

Hope bloomed in your chest. If you didn't know better you would have thought this was a dream.

"The distance between us now has been torture," his jaw clenched. He couldn't admit how he was starting to miss your comments and how you would look at him, especially now that he knew how you felt.

Your eyes quickly darted to his lips. The ones that were pressed together tightly. The ones that had just confessed his feelings to you.

When you looked back up at him his eyes looked almost desperate. Almost pleading you to respond. Did you loose interest within the past few weeks after your confession?

Without thinking you pressed your lips to his. His eyes widened and he stayed frozen for a second. Right before you were about to pull away he kissed you back. It wasn't perfect, but it didn't need to be.

After pulling away Chuuya smirked, his normal self back on display. The desperation that was there moments before was gone and replaced with satisfaction.

"A simple verbal answer would have been enough, but I'm not complaining. Though, I'll have to make it up to you later with a better one," he said.

You couldn't help the laugh that left your lips. It was more out of relief than humor. Chuuya's smirk softened slightly at the sound.

The two of you would have to figure out whether to inform Mori or to keep it a secret, but that could be done later.

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This took me too long to write but I am happy with how it came out. This is almost 2000 words long. I hope you all enjoyed it.

[rekino2114]

Hey could you do Teruko with prompt 31? With her luck I genuinely think this would be something that would happen to her in a relationship at some point

Someone walking in on you and teruko

Pairing:teruko tawaki x gn reader

A/n:Who is ready for another demonstration of the fact that I can't write even the slightest of smut?

Suggestive post

Teruko pinned you to the wall as she started kissing you passionately

Teruko never thought she was a good kisser, mostly because every kiss she tried to have was somehow ruined but ever since she started dating you you had always told her how amazing her kisses were so she progressively got bolder with them. Like now.

she put her tongue in the kiss as you held each other's hand. Your making out session was only interrupt when you had to catch your breath. When you did, you looked into your girlfriend's eyes and saw she was just as turned on as you

"How long has it been since we've done this?"

"Way too long, I missed tasting you"

"Just my tongue or something else?~"

When you teased her, teruko blushed and went to kiss again

"You're very eager today aren't you?"

"Just shut up and fuck me"

After making out again, you began to take off teruko's jacket leaving her in her black tank top

"Have I ever told you how hot you look?"

"Many times"

"Well then let's make it many times plus one, cause you look so hot"

Teruko rolled her eyes but blushed and got even closer to you

"Then prove it"

"Of course"

Your hands started to wander around teruko's body, touching her arms, her face, her toned stomach and eventually her breasts causing her to moan

"You're so cute when you're like this"

"A-ah! S-shut up"

You started touching her back and tracing her scars while she kissed you, she didn't tell you (mostly because her tongue was in your mouth) but you knew she was happy that you liked her scars and took the time to touch them even in such an intimate moment

"Now stop teasing, I'm not that patient"

Suddenly teruko fully grabbed you and pinned you to the bed in front of you, falling on top of you

"It's been so long since we've done it, I want to be quick"

"Are you worried someone is gonna see us?"

"If you say that it will double my bad luck"

"Is that how it works?"

"I don't care, i told you I'm not that patient"

Teruko took off her skirt and revealed her green panties

"They're beautiful"

"Don't get too attached, They're gonna be gone in a moment anyway"

She kissed you again this time even more passionately and started to take off your own shirt. However Before she could fully lift it she heard a voice coming from near the door

"Hey teruko do you mind-"

You both stopped kissing and blushed intensely seeing Xander freeze outside the room as his face became as red as his hair

"O-oh y-y/n t-teruko, I'm so sorry!"

He immediately bolted out of there and closed the door leaving you and teruko as blushing messes

"You didn't lock the door?"

"I-i thought you did!"

"H-huh........w-what do I even say in situations like this?"

You moved away and sat on the bed next to her while sighing

"I-i'm sorry"

".....why?"

"....i-i probably jinxed it earlier"

"No it's just my fault.....like always"

You held her cheek in your hand as you looked at her

"W-wha-"

"It's not your fault"

"......*sighs*......thanks"

"So.....wanna.....continue?"

"Not really......that was kinda of a mood killer sorry"

"Oh don't worry I don't mind, do you want to watch a movie or something?"

"Yeah ok"

"Sounds good, and again don't worry teru, it's really not your fault"

Teruko stopped blushing and smiled slightly at you

".......thanks I appreciate it, but still I'll make it up to you next time"

"Oh I can't wait"

[biggianteggplant]

just watched Girl, Interrupted instead of starting my cram session and accidentally scared myself into writing this psychological horror mess.

was tempted to turn it into a series, but honestly... some things are creepier when you leave the lights off. so here’s a one-shot—unsettling, untrustworthy, and bunny socks.

I also recommend listening to "La petite fille de la mer" while reading

enjoy responsibly.

🕯️ She Smiled Too Sweet.

Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader Theme: Psychological, slow-burn horror

The room smelled like Lysol and old coffee. Somewhere down the hall, a woman was screaming about worms under her skin.

Kuroo tried not to flinch.

He had come to visit his mother. She didn’t recognize him again today. Thought he was her dentist.

So now he sat in the visitor’s lounge, watching the muted TV flicker with a cartoon from 1993, and trying not to think about how it felt to see her eyes go glassy with confusion.

Then she walked in. You.

Floaty dress. Bunny socks. A smile like you belonged in a spring meadow, not behind double locked doors.

You sat down on the couch beside him like you’d known him your whole life. “You’re new. You smell like outside.”

“…I’m just visiting,” he said, cautious.

“Ah. The hopeful kind,” you replied with a tiny giggle. “They don’t let us have shoelaces, you know. They think we’ll hang ourselves with them. I used to try. Every day. Now I just knit.”

Kuroo blinked.

You stuck out your hand, all cheery. “I’m Y/N. You have a weird nose. I like it.”

Before he could answer, the lounge door creaked open again.

A girl entered—half her face melted, skin raw and warped, clinging to bone like wax left too long in the sun. She walked slow, her eye unfocused.

Kuroo’s stomach flipped.

“Wh—what happened to her?” he asked under his breath.

You leaned in, like you were telling a bedtime secret.

“She loved dogs,” you said softly. “She was allergic, though. Broke out in hives just from petting one. She told me once—her dream was to own a golden retriever.”

A beat passed.

You smiled wider.

“So one day she poured gasoline on her face. Lit a match. Burned the allergy off.”

Kuroo felt his entire body go cold. “…That’s not how allergies work.”

“I know,” you chirped. “But she didn’t.”

silence stretched long between you.

Then he swallowed, voice low. “And you? What are you in here for?”

You tilted your head, lashes fluttering like a Disney princess.

“I’m a pathological liar,” you beamed.

Kuroo felt his heart drop straight into his stomach.

That night, Kuroo couldn’t sleep.

Your voice looped in his head like a lullaby cracked in half. “I’m a pathological liar.” Said with a smile that was too soft. Too sweet.

He thought he’d never go back.

But he did.

Visit Two.

You were coloring a cartoon chicken purple.

“Hey,” you chirped, like you’d been waiting. “You came back.”

He hesitated. “Yeah. I… wanted to see how you were doing.”

You blinked at him, big eyes glistening with something unreadable. “People don’t usually come back,” you whispered.

Then you laughed and said, “Wanna see the chicken? Her name’s Margaret. She’s based on my mom. My mom’s dead.”

A pause.

“…She’s not really dead, is she?”

You smiled. “Wouldn’t it be sad if I believed she was?”

Visit Five.

You were crying when he walked in.

You hid it quickly, wiping your cheeks with the sleeves of your cardigan, voice all sunshine again.

“Did you know I used to be a ballerina?” You spun in a slow circle. “Until I snapped both ankles on purpose. Wanted to know what it felt like to be breakable.”

Kuroo stood still.

He didn’t know what was true.

But he sat beside you anyway.

---

He learned your tells.

When you twirled your hair counter-clockwise, you were probably lying. When you blinked too slow—maybe telling the truth.

You started sneaking him notes, folded like hearts, slipped into his hoodie pocket by the nurses’ blind spot.

“I like how your hands shake when I talk.” “Do you think we’d still find each other in another life?” “I never had a favorite color until you.”

He told himself he just wanted to help.

But he started skipping work. Started sleeping in the hospital parking lot just to be near you.

Started thinking in we.

Visit Nine.

You were watching the rain, humming something tuneless.

“I ever tell you why I’m really in here?” you asked.

He turned to you, breath hitching. “No.”

You tilted your head, as if weighing the gravity of truth.

“I stabbed a boy when I was fourteen,” you whispered. “Told everyone it was self-defense.”

Kuroo stared.

You smiled again. Sweet. Empty.

“Or maybe I just said that to see if you’d look at me differently.”

He hated how much he didn’t.

Visit Twelve.

Kuroo was sitting beside your bed during art therapy.

The fluorescent light buzzed overhead. You were drawing a picture of the two of you. Holding hands in a field of strawberries.

He felt sick.

“You’re not getting better,” he said suddenly.

You paused. “You think I want to?”

He looked at you, chest tightening.

“I just—I think there’s a version of you that exists outside these walls. One that’s real.”

You leaned in, smile never changing.

“And I think there’s a version of you that only loves broken things. Which one of us is sicker?”

He left that night shaking.

But he came back.

Visit Sixteen.

Kuroo wasn’t supposed to be there that late.

But the nurse on duty knew him now. Knew the dark circles under his eyes and the way he always left with his jacket wrinkled, like he hadn’t slept, like something in that place gnawed at him from the inside.

You were in your room, sitting cross-legged on the floor in the dark.

“They took away my pencils,” you said. “Said I was writing about you too much.”

He sat down in front of you, knees touching.

“Am I your favorite delusion?” you asked, voice feather-soft.

“You’re not a delusion,” he said.

You tilted your head. “But wouldn’t it be romantic if I was?”

Visit Nineteen.

“I’m getting out,” you said one day, like it was nothing.

Kuroo froze. “What do you mean?”

“They said I’ve made progress. That I’m stable.” You grinned. “Fooled them all.”

His blood turned to ice.

“But—are you ready?” he asked, trying not to sound panicked. “What if it’s too soon?”

You leaned close, so close he could smell lavender and antiseptic on your skin. “I’m never ready. That’s the point.”

The Discharge Day.

You wore a pastel yellow sundress.

The sky looked fake, like someone had photoshopped clouds into a watercolor sky.

You held his hand.

He told himself it was fine.

At first, things were… okay.

You moved into a shared flat with a roommate you said didn’t talk much. (He never met the roommate. The lights were always off in that second room.)

You texted him pictures of meals you never ate. Smiles that looked too wide. Fingers that trembled in every photo.

Sometimes you’d call him in the middle of the night. Just breathing.

And sometimes you’d whisper things like:

“If I burned my face too, would you still love me?” “Do you think I’m real?” “You should live here, with me. I sleep better when you’re close.”

The Breaking Point.

One morning, he woke up in your bed. Blankets tangled. Mouth dry.

You were sitting beside him, watching.

“I killed my roommate,” you said.

Kuroo sat up, heart stopping.

You giggled. “Or maybe I didn’t. Maybe there’s no roommate at all.”

He stared at the closed door across the hall. It hadn’t opened in days.

“You’re scaring me,” he admitted.

You crawled into his lap like a child. Laid your head on his shoulder.

“I know,” you whispered. “But isn’t it kind of beautiful? You’re the first person who’s ever stayed scared.”

The Next Week.

The police never came.

The second room was empty. Just a mattress. A stuffed rabbit with one button eye. Walls covered in drawings of Kuroo’s face.

Over. And over. And over again.

You stood behind him in the doorway.

“I lied,” you said sweetly.

He turned around, dread sinking deeper.

“I’m not a pathological liar.”

You smiled.

“I’m just really, really good at pretending I’m sane.”

It started with the drawings.

Hundreds of them.

Shoved in drawers. Behind your mirror. Folded in books like pressed flowers.

Every sketch was of Kuroo. Sleeping. Bleeding. Laughing. Screaming.

Some had his eyes gouged out. Others had him stitched to your side like sewn-on skin. One was just a pair of hands—his, probably—holding your dismembered head like a doll.

“You’re really talented,” he said, voice empty.

You smiled like a child showing off her crayon masterpiece. “I wanted to make sure I never forgot you.”

He tried to leave. Once.

Packed a bag. Wrote a note. Quiet steps to the door.

Then he saw it.

Your slippers in the hallway—still wet. The fridge door cracked open. The smell of bleach and lavender. The soft, rhythmic scritch-scratch coming from the bathroom…

He didn’t even have to ask.

You were in the tub, drawing him again on the tile walls with a red marker. Or blood.

Maybe both.

“I knew you’d come say goodbye,” you said, not even looking up.

His legs locked in place.

“I dreamed you died last night,” you added. “And I cried so hard my roommate came back to life just to tell me to shut up. Isn’t that funny?”

He stayed.

He didn’t know why.

Maybe he thought he could save you. Maybe he thought you wanted to be saved.

But there was always that smile.

Too sweet. Too perfect. Like a warning dressed as affection.

He found your hospital file. Broke in to see it.

The truth hit like a brick wall.

You’d never been cleared for discharge. You’d never even had a roommate. And you’d never stopped lying. Not for one second.

He went back to confront you.

But your apartment was empty.

The drawings gone. The mattress slashed open. The bathroom mirror shattered into a thousand tiny eyes.

You were gone.

The Very End.

Months passed.

Kuroo kept dreaming of you. Sometimes as a child. Sometimes as a corpse. Sometimes both at once.

He tried to forget. But sometimes he'd still see your face in crowds. Or smell lavender and bleach in elevators. Or hear the faint scritch-scratch behind walls.

He got a letter in the mail.

No return address. No postage stamp.

Inside:

A photo. Of himself. Sleeping.

And beneath it, a note, in your perfect loopy handwriting:

“You were always my favorite lie.” — 🐇

(low-key scared myself with this one)

[milgramfessing]

People are really odd when it comes to Mu in general. People swing between saying she's never done anything wrong ever, excusing her for literally telling the only doctor in the prison that Haruka was fine and implying he was eating,

24/06/22 (Haruka’s Birthday)

Shidou: ……I’m worried about Sakurai-kun. I haven’t seen him around in a while. You’ve been talking with him, right?

Mu: He’s fine. Here, look. I’ve been taking his food to him like this every day. Isn’t that great of me?

Shidou: Yes, very. I’m sorry I’ve been leaving it to you to look after him. Usually, that would be the job of us adults, and yet we’re leaving you with the burden.

Mu: Don’t worry about it. After all, me and Haruka-kun are friends.

Belittle her character by implying she's too stupid to understand the consequences of her behavior or the feelings of others around her. Despite how caring, observant, and socially aware she has shown herself to be over the course of the series.

20/05/28

Mu: It’s weird…… Even though we’re locked up in a place like this…… everyone seems fine. …………nothing’s happened to me so far…… b-but, who knows when they’ll do something horrible to me…… ……hey, are you listening to me? What are you staring at……?

Amane: I’m not staring at anything.

Mu: Liar, you definitely are…… What is it……? That rabbit? Jackalope…… I think that’s what it’s called. ……do you want to pet it?

Amane: ………… Eh, you want to pet it? If you want to, then I’ll be happy to go over and join you.

20/08/01

Mu: Somehow, he feels even fluffier today than usual…… so soft…… Ah, Haruka, do you want to touch too? Jackalope, I mean……

Haruka: Ah, I-I’m fine…… I’m n-not good, with animals…...

Amane: Hm. To think you’d have a problem with something so cute. You’re a really strange person, Haruka-san.

Haruka: …………I guess so.

All of her characterization gets downplayed and ignored as soon as she's done something harmful. In order to lessen her conscious involvement. People rudely go what was she meant to do to help Haruka she took him food she was trying her best to dissuade him.

Honestly, a good first fucking step would be to bring him something he can actually swallow and would settle on his stomach.

But maybe people are woefully ignorant of how starvation works. Maybe a lot of people don't know if you go long enough without food it becomes painful to even swallow or chew food. So bringing a starving man a whole fish and rice isn't the "I want to help" move people are making it out to be. But how was she supposed to know that- May I take you back to the timeline where she actively disuaded a doctor from checking on him?

Because I think the actual doctor would have been able to know and help in this situation while he was still alive.

If other characters can be responsible for how their actions or inaction indirectly hurt someone in and outside of Milgram despite how they couldn't have possibly known that would be the result what makes Mu better than anyone else who didn't know that they would happen, what makes her more deserving of justifications related to her age and alleged lack of knowledge?

The fucking kicker here is they canonically have something that would have saved Haruka's life in Milgram. If only it was just fucking given to him by one of the two parties that knew what he was doing before the point of no return.

20/06/09

Yuno: Thanks for the meal~! ……huh? Kotoko-san, what’ve you got? That’s so unfair, only you getting to drink something that looks so good.

Kotoko: ……it’s a whey protein shake. It doesn’t taste particularly good or anything. I sent a request for it to the guard. The food we get here isn’t bad in terms of nutrient balance, but it’s a bit lacking in protein for me personally.

Yuno: A protein shake, huh. I’ve never tried one before. It looks kinda like a lassi. Can I have a sip?

Kotoko: ……just one sip. Oi, that’s more than a sip. This is supposed to become my muscle.

But how could you be so sure Haruka could have been stopped through this method?

Well, for starters, it's something he'd be able to consume a little more easily (but may not be painless depending on how long it's been), unlike the food Mu was bringing. Two, it's something one could, in theory, force him to drink if it came to that.

Furthermore, protein drinks are literally what are recommended to help someone who has gone a long period without food get back into eating, be it due to illness or by choice. Because after going a long period withoit food it's not ussually recommended to eat foods that are heavy or too complex. It's either this, fluids, or a feeding tube. So, this is just something that factually could have straight up saved his life.

Beyond all that, he flat out admits this could have stopped him through him going out of his way to ask Kotoko (the one who has this) specifically not to interfere with his plan along with him being implied to have told her exactly what his plan was when asking her to not intervene.

23/12/15 (Kotoko’s Birthday)

Haruka: ……please, don’t tell anyone. And also, please, don’t get involved. All I can do, is ask, you……

Kotoko: ––Fufu, fufufufufu.That’s a crazy thing to be thinking. Honestly, it’s weird. But I don’t hate it. If only all the wrongdoers were like you.

Haruka: No…… that’s wrong…… That’s not, why I’m doing, this…… This, isn’t for me…… I have to protect…… so, Kotoko-san…… please……

Kotoko: Eh? Ah, yeah, yeah. Well, I promise I won’t get in your way. Honestly, if I could, I’d love to do it myself, but I’ll step back this time. As for what happens next…… I wonder. It depends on Es.

The Milgram prisoners have a shared kitchen. Everyone had access to this unless Kotoko was just hoarding it in her room, which I doubt. Yet even so, if anyone else was made aware of Haruka's plan earlier then they could have simply requested protein shakes themselves. Haruka did not have to die like this.

This is what makes Futa consistently bringing up the fact Haruka could have been saved so sad.

Futa (Trial 3 Voice Lines)

1 – Kajiyama Futa. Heh… Hahahaha. I see. Looking back, I probably didn’t need to be so scared.

2 – Who cares about forgiving and not forgiving any more. I don’t care about all the annoying voices I kept hearing. There’s something else more important to follow.

3 – I’m different from how I used to be. That person taught me. About faith, about the new world. It’s all down to me…

4 – There was nothing that could be done about the two who went against the commandments, but I feel bad for Haruka. He could’ve been saved like I was.

5 – Just leave everyone to that person. They can save this prison. Just look at me, I’ve already been saved!

It's what makes this timeline so sad,

24/04/19 (Futa’s Birthday)

Futa: ––Hey, are you really ok with this? If you come with me, there’s a chance you can be saved too…… Haruka.

Haruka: Yeah…… I’ve made my mind up. I have, something, that I have to do.

Futa: Ah, is that right…… Haruka, you know, you’re an idiot. There’s no way…… that will save you……

Haruka: Yeah, thank you. I’m glad you came to talk to me, Futa. Um, thank you, for being so kind. Really. But, I’m sorry. This is all I’m able to do……

Because it's the truth if he went with Futa in that moment if, he chose not to follow through when displayed the alternatives- Haruka would still be here. He would have a proper trial three and a song. Yet, instead of actually showing some consideration and understanding towards the people rightfully upset about the fact they won't have that closure with a character, they grew to care so much about...

Haruka and his characterization has been reduced to simple pity fodder for Mu. So people can go well she tried, she didn't fully understand, she's hurting too that was her friend, or the real kicker-

"Well, you should vote her innocent because that's what Haruka wanted. It's what he did that for. Do you want his last actions in the narrative to be in vain? This is why you should forgive her even though she didn't do as much for him as she could have. She just really didn't know."

As though we should just ignore the fact that despite Haruka crying out in All-Knowing All- Agony that he didn't want to be wiped out,

"Don’t wipe me out, don’t wipe me out- I just want to be your good boy."

Despite him saying blatantly he didn't want to die,

Q.17 How old do you want to live to be?

Haruka: I never thought about it. I don’t want to die.

The people who his character meant so much to are just meant to fall in line and show forgiveness to the person who blatantly said

"Why would I?"

When asked if she was trying to stop him since she knew his plan.

Mu Queen B 12:36s

Mu: Ah- But if you don't forgive me, Haruka-kun will die. So, I think it'd be best not to do that.

Es: ...!

[BELL TOLLS]

Es: So, you've heard about that nonsense, too?

Mu: Mhm. Haruka-kun told me. So I could rest easy, according to him. That made me happy... It made me really feel our friendship!

Es: You know about it, and you're not trying to stop him? Haruka, that is?

Mu: Why would I? Haruka-kun says that's what he wants, so there's nothing I can do, right?

Not letting people mourn and recognize what they've lost along with the unjust nature of that loss all to secure one's own personal comfort- To push forward in ways such as that is an inconsiderateness that's simply the definition of unfairness to me.

Especially while other people within the fandom are allowed to mourn the loss of characters they loved due to the events of the series- Blaming whoever they feel fit be it characters within the series or fans of it. All the while many haphazardly attempt to revise in real time what occurred to defend a character who I don't doubt has a significant amount of depth and emotionality but feel a lot of characterization is being ignored in the way people try to bend and stretch her to fit this idea of what an innocent person to them may be.

Though people may simply do this to ignore her character and the rest of the prisoners' ability to purposefully and knowingly commit harm, something rooted deeply in all ten of their characterizations. I'm sick of seeing people act like Mu is being wrongfully held to task over something she had no involvement in. From the start to Haruka, Mu was the only reason he did this, and the only reason he felt it was all he could really do.

23/04/07

Haruka: Please forgive Mu-san. Please forgive Mu-san. Please forgive Mu-san. Please forgive Mu-san. Please forgive Mu-san. Please forgive Mu-san. Please forgive Mu-san. Please forgive Mu-san. Please forgive Mu-san. Please forgive Mu-san. Please forgive Mu-san. PleaseforgiveMu-sanpleaseforgiveMu-sanpleaseforgiveMu-sanpleaseforgiveMu-sanpleaseforgiveMu-sanpleaseforgiveMu-san

23/06/22 (Haruka’s Birthday)

Mu: Haruka-kun, I brought your food. Are you still alive? Has any mould started growing?

Haruka: ……ah, thank you very much. Mu-san. Sorry, um…… I……

Mu: You shouldn’t just lock yourself in your room all day. You have to eat your food properly. Hm, well…… I do understand why you’re feeling down. It feels bad. The atmosphere recently.

Haruka: Um, I’m totally fine…… Just a bit, I’m thinking, about how to do it. What to do, what to do, to…… fulfil my promise. For Mu-san’s sake……

"This is all I’m able to do……"

"Haruka Sakurai"- The Third Trial 1:00s

Haruka: .....don't worry, Mu.

Mu: About what......

Haruka: ......you're going to be innocent, I know it.

Mu: ......you really think so?

Haruka: ......yes......

Mu: Haruka......you're ok with this......?

Haruka: Yes...... I'm so happy...... I helped you, I helped someone......

"I changed......I'm...... useful now......"

There's a lot of factors involved here, and I can understand caring about a character deeply and wanting to see them do well.

Yet, being Innocent doesn't equate to being better. Just being accepted isn't the end all be all cure for the problems people will face in their lives or within themselves.

Some characters aren't here to receive that acceptance or rejection anymore, and I think a lot of conversations surrounding Mu ignore that fact. As well as how many fans of the series have the right to be upset by it. Regardless of how others may rationalize and dismiss Mu's involvement.

[the-most-reliable-narrator-ever]

Dated: September, 1922

Ah. I see. So we're both pretending. I pretend you're my Jay, You pretend I'm your Nick.

I hope I'm a good slate upon which to place your mask. You certainly are.

And yes, I will pour myself another one. I remember the second party of his I went to, where I got so utterly ruined by drink Jay came over to my house to check on me. He found me experiencing the worst hangover of my life, and he ended up staying for a while, just to make sure I didn't throw myself out the window (I almost did out of the sheer embarrassment of letting that perfect man see me faint on the stairs to my bedroom after vomiting in the kitchen sink. God, I wish I could forget.) I remember that day, and I remember his eyes. So kind. To me. Do you know how rarely that happens?

I suppose I started drinking out of hope that he would come back just to press headache medicine to my lips one last time.

And if that's why I started, I continue because I don't know what else to do. I've been going to work, but I don't think I'm much good there. Or anywhere.

Jay always told me about the beauty he found in heaven. These days, Earth is Hell and I'm not sure I'm capable of believing in much more than whatever's at the end of this bottle. But if it really is as nice as he says, perhaps it wouldn't be the greatest tragedy to join him. After you're all sorted out of course.

Who would miss me, anyway?

Yours forever,

Nick

Dated: September 1922

I think it’s you. Please tell me it’s you. Otherwise it’s him, and if he’s truly come back, I’ll— well. I don’t know what I’ll do.

Please let it be you. If I couldn’t save him, let me save you.

Forever yours,

Nick

— @the-most-reliable-narrator-ever

POST: LONG ISLAND, NY. SEPT 1922

Nick,

It’s me. I’m as much myself as I’ve ever been.

We may not have each other the way I had my Nick and you never had your Jay, but I’ll come sit by you, and we’ll drink, but we won’t forget.

How could we? Why should we?

Yours for now,

Jay

[coolcoolcoolbutwtf]

Don't ask me, honestly don't know either.

This was supposed to be just a simple sketch :(

[softquietsteadylove]

part 2:

thena being vulnerable about how much she enjoys physical touch (tyrant king/ice queen AU)

Thena inhaled as she woke up. She wasn't on Gil's office couch, or even her own. In a moment of weakness, she had allowed their affair to move to his apartment.

It wasn't good business to see each other's homes.

But, well, since he had stuck around for so long yesterday she had agreed to have dinner together. Then, after dinner, they had been a bit handsy in the car home. One thing led to another, and now...

The Ice Queen squeezed her eyes shut again. She was taking all this way too far. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, maybe a time or two more. Just an affair of the flesh, to settle the nerves and satiate a hunger.

She looked over at him. The Tyrant King was a heavy sleeper, his arm thrown around her and slightly ragged breathing just short of snorting coming from him. He was beautiful, in his own kind of way.

Thena attempted to extricate herself, but his arm reflexively closed tighter around her. She huffed; what a terrible time for him to have a protective side. She scolded herself; it wasn't a lover being protective, it was...resource hoarding. Like trying to take a bone from a sleeping dog.

She looked around the room, although further to her distress there were only a few pieces of his suit strewn around on the dark tile floors of his bedroom. Then it occurred to her; her dress was down the hall. She tried to slip out of his grasp again.

"What do you think you're doing, Ice?"

Part of her didn't want to admit that he had deceived her. She wouldn't have been able to say the moment when he had gone from slumbering to dreary but awake. He pried one eye open to look at her.

She glared at him. "I have to go, Gilgamesh."

"Why," he grumbled, letting himself wake slowly. He pulled her even closer to him as he shifted in the bed. He had silk sheets, which was such a cliche move for a man in his position. Sexy, maybe, but not particularly breathable fabric. It would make more sense to have silk pillows and cotton sheets (like she did).

"Because," she argued weakly, finding herself pressed to his body, nestled against his side, their naked skin fighting for each other's warmth. She put her hands up between them, pushing on his flank. She couldn't let herself sink too deep into him, right now. Not if she wanted any hope of maintaining some willpower.

"S'not an answer," Gilgamesh rumbled. She could feel it in her palms on his ribs, and his voice was even deeper and more gravelly first thing in the morning. Not that it made a difference to her.

"Because I shouldn't have come here," she muttered, hoping perhaps her acerbic tone would convince him she was not the bedfellow type. They should have kept things to the office environment. They could walk away from the office, no strings attached.

She wouldn't have had dinner with him if they weren't in her office already. And if he had let his own car take him home, they wouldn't have been all over each other in the back of hers. And if they hadn't made it all the way to Koreatown and been in the middle of things...

"Hey."

Thena opened her eyes again. Very unfortunately, he was looking at her now. His head tilted to the side, just barely on his pillow at all, he gazed at her. Her eyes slid closed as he kissed her (even more unfortunate).

He kissed her more--deeper, and as he did, he rolled over onto his side to be closer to her. Both arms wrapped around her, his hands sliding up the smooth expanse of her back. Her hands were still pressed to his chest, although she wasn't doing much pushing.

He moaned, and it travelled from his tongue to hers. She whimpered in reflex, but she managed some strength to press against his chest harder. He pulled away, obeying her wishes, but she wouldn't have said he looked happy about it. "Okay, what's up?"

She avoided his eyes. She had to follow through with her plan, otherwise she would languish in his arms all day. "I told you. I have to leave."

"No, you don't," he argued with her, because he loved arguing with her. "You don't have any work, you don't have any meetings. And I'm sure as hell not kickin' you out, so why?"

Because she was lying in his bed, naked, after spending the night. After sleeping with him, and leaving herself so horrifyingly vulnerable she shrivelled at the thought, now. Because she was supposed to be the one in control of this - it wasn't a relationship - business agreement.

He didn't pull her closer but he gave her waist a squeeze in the crook of his elbow, making sure she knew he didn't want to let her go. "Thena?"

Calling her by her name was a low blow. She wanted to stay. She wanted to let him scoop her up in those arms of his as she burrowed into him like a cozy blanket. She wanted to let go of being the Ice Queen, even for a few hours.

But their lives didn't allow them respite like that.

"Hey," he whispered to her again, and so tenderly he was truly making her rethink everything. "Look, if you really wanna go, then okay. I'll get your clothes; I'll take you home myself, no drivers. Just tell me why you can't stay."

She finally looked at him, but what a mistake that was. He was looking at her so gently, eyes so soft, so brown, so sad. Perhaps her dog analogy had been more truthful than she initially thought. But she couldn't let his cute puppy-dog eyes sway her. She kept trying to put some distance between them, even just a breath of air between her skin and his. "I have to leave eventually."

"So?"

"Why not now?"

"Because I was enjoying holding you."

She looked away, hoping he would think she was rolling her eyes at him. His finger was toying with her hair, twirling it, tracing little circles on her back through its shroud. "I didn't take you for a cuddler, Tyrant."

But he didn't take her bait. He wasn't riled in the slightest. But he was becoming more alert, and his eyes continued to sharpen, if only to gaze at her. "I could say the same to you."

Her temper spiked in an instant; how could she forget she was the more snappy of the two of them? "I am not-!"

Gilgamesh took the opportunity to kiss her again, and it was like smothering a candle with a pinch of his fingers. He extinguished her in seconds, kissing her like it was their last. Even when they parted, he hovered close, their breath inhabiting the same space. "Is it so bad--if I wanna hold the woman I made love to?"

She squirmed. She hated that he called it that. And he had from the outset of their 'agreement'. It was ridiculous, because there was no need for him to act the romantic when he knew just as well as she did that they had to conduct themselves with discretion.

She hated that he called it that, because she felt loved. It felt beautiful when they were intimate. In all her attempts to keep things sterile and physical and without the veil of romance, Gilgamesh seemed determined. And, while she blamed it on the chemistry of her hormone-addled brain, she was...happy.

She liked having him around, even after they were done being positively carnal with each other. She enjoyed exercising her power and control, and yet she wouldn't let him sleep on her couch or stay for lunch if she truly wanted to be rid of him. Likewise, she didn't have to ride with him, and she didn't have to let him put his hand on her knee or wrap his arm around her shoulders when she did.

Especially because those simple touches usually led to something else happening.

"Thena," he called out to her, breaking through the glacial wall of thoughts consuming her at the moment. "You with me?"

She huffed at him, as if she were not the one who had completely tuned out of their current predicament. She forced herself to focus her eyes on him again. "Unfortunately."

He just grinned, like he liked her distaste for being with him. It made her feel as if he could see a part of her she was trying desperately to hide away from him.

His arms wound around her again, his leg dragged down hers, tickling her with its hair. He pulled her closer, burying her face in his chest. There was hair there too, but she didn't mind it. His arms blurred in her periphery, but she could make out some colour, there. His tattoos were still coloured from when she had decided he was a good art therapy for her after a long day.

"If you wanna go, then okay," he whispered to her, cradling her against him like he was truly afraid of that possibility. "But I'm asking, Ice. No teasing, no jokes, tell me for real: do you want to leave, or are you just scared to let me hold you like this?"

She was terrified of it. Because every time he got close to holding her, she caved. She crumbled like freshly fallen snow, because oh, how she loved to be held. Every time his hand held hers in greeting or touched her back or her knee, it was bliss.

She straightened her spine, which she had kept arched so she wouldn't have to let her front be too closely pressed to his. She untangled her knees to allow him more room. Instead of pushing back on his chest she let her hands relax. She could feel his heart beating, steady and strong. It was intoxicating.

Gilgamesh felt her relax in his embrace. He relaxed, too. And now he was just holding her, enjoying her mere presence in the morning warmth. He pressed a kiss to her temple.

She sighed at it. This was the weakness she was more determined than anything not to allow. Because if she started letting him hold her then what if he got other ideas, and what if she was too infatuated with his touch to protect herself?

"I do."

With some grace, he kept quiet, even as she snuck her arms around him. She slid her hands up his back, clutching at his lower shoulder. His back was so wide, shoulders so thickly muscled. He was so warm.

"Like it," she admitted directly into his chest, unable to look at him as she confessed her sin. She inhaled, taking in the scent of him, the warmth of him, even the lingering scent they left on the sheets.

He inhaled, kissing her forehead and re-situating them again. He had no intention of letting go of her, did he? "Was that so hard?"

She gave his side a pinch, but it only made him chuckle. "What happened to keeping things professional?"

"Your rules, Ice," he reminded her. Because he was the romantic one. "I think it's okay if we break 'em every once in a while. Don't you?"

She was breaking all of them, lounging in his bed with him like this.

His hand trailed over her back again, as if the smoothness of her skin was just too much to resist. "Anything else you don't want me to know?"

She gave him a withering look as he pulled away just enough to grin at her. He pried her hand off his back, just so he could intertwine their fingers. "Not on your life."

He brought her hand to his lips, gleeful to express his affections so simply. "Fine, I'll ask you later."

She rolled her eyes; this was exactly her fear. She let him hold her one morning and now he was going to be like an insipid young lover, giddy at the thought of wooing her.

"Hey," he nudged her face, kissing her cheek and then nuzzling under her jaw. "Much as I wanna lie around here with your sweet ass all morning-"

"Gilgamesh," she chided.

"I'm starving," he whimpered, still having a little too much fun. He planted a tender kiss at the base of her neck. "All that business we did last night, huh?"

Thena blushed, but only while he wasn't looking at her to see it.

"What do you want? I'll make you anything your heart desires, Princess," he promised eagerly, practically wagging his tail.

She groaned faintly, both at the idea of getting up, of trying to locate her dress from last night, of sitting around his flat in yesterday's clothes like some tawdry-

"Here!"

Gil left her with one more kiss before rolling out of his side of the bed. He hunted around the room a little, examining what clothes of his were at hand.

Thena averted her eyes. Seeing him...bouncing...in the light of day was too much.

"Ha!" Gilgamesh declared his victory, retrieving the rumpled black shirt he had shed last night in the heat of their activities. He brought it back to her, eyes bright, tail wagging. "You can wear this."

She sighed, clutching his sheets to her. He wasn't going to give this up. And he had so eagerly retrieved something for her to shield some modesty for herself. And he was a good cook (she already knew that). And she was hungry.

Gil bent his head, dragging his lips down her wrist as she accepted the shirt from him.

And she had to force herself to pull away from it. "It's not exactly my colour."

But even as she pulled the shirt on and buttoned it, he leaned over her shoulder. He pulled her hair out of his way to kiss her cheek again. "You look good in every colour."

Her eyes closed as he tipped her chin up to kiss her properly. His lips really did feel like they were made for hers. This just kept getting worse and worse.

He kept her chin in his grasp, as if admiring her just for the pleasure of it. She pouted at him and he swiped his thumb over her lip. "Especially in mine."

Thena averted her eyes again as Gilgamesh went looking for some pants. No matter what concessions she was making to stay here - and just for the morning, she told herself - she was not going to parade herself around naked! How he was comfortable doing so was beyond her.

"Ready?" he turned back to her as he secured some sweatpants around his hips. They weren't pulled up particularly high, she noted, eyeing the bend of his hips and the trail of hair promising more just behind the drawstrings of its waist. But she nodded.

"Gil!" she chastised him more firmly as he scooped her up out of the bed and into his arms. At least she wasn't completely uncovered for it, but this wasn't some romantic comedy. "Stop it! I can walk just fine!"

"Come on, Princess," he chuckled, letting her snarl and hiss at him all she wanted. His only reply was to look down at her with pure, unmitigated adoration. "It's called the 'royal treatment' for a reason."

She huffed, letting him carry her to the kitchen because what was she to do?--throw herself to the ground? And somewhere along the way, she did relax into his embrace more. And somewhere deep down, she found it just a little charming that he was such a romantic.

And even deeper down, she liked that even when he put her down, he kept her hand in his unless it was otherwise occupied.

[hana-bobo-finch]

what a precious little guy. i hope nothing bad ever happens to him

[sysig]

Challenge level: Impossible (Patreon)

[hellaverse-critical-confessions]

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