#also that banana snuck in there... I see you...

[bluesidez]

GymRat!Miguel Part 2

content warning: mentions of food because big boys gotta eat, there’s a ref photo for an outfit in here that is unfortunately NOT a plus-size girl 😞 (I couldn’t find a big girl wearing an outfit like that for the life of me, but let’s use our imagination), 18+ towards the end so MDNI!

word count: 1.7k (not very drabble-like, ik) kinda proofread

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GymRat!Miguel who wakes up when his 6 am alarm rings, eyes tired and bleary. His roommate is sound asleep, thank god, and Miguel is just staring at the ceiling for a good 10 minutes before he decides to move. He has an 8 am and he needs some type of breakfast before he heads to class.

GymRat!Miguel who uses the college cafeteria to his full advantage. He made sure that his dad’s money went to the highest meal plan. One free meal plan a day and a loaded campus card for everything else. He stacks his plate high with everything the cafeteria is offering today. Sausages, eggs, 2 bananas, a blueberry muffin, and a protein shake he brought from his room.

GymRat!Miguel who made friends with one of the cafeteria ladies, Ms. Beatrice, by the third week of school. She noticed how much he visited the cafeteria and always snuck him an extra treat from the kitchen when she saw him.

“I missed you last Tuesday!” she says, squeezing his shoulder when she walks up to his table. She slides a wrapped egg sandwich across the table. “I was saving some extra cookies for you, but you were nowhere to be found.”

Miguel thanks her, happy to have something light for later, “Ah, I was stuck in the library doing a group project. Sorry about that, Ms. Beatrice.”

“As long as you’re getting your education, I don’t mind,” she says, hands on her hips. “Don’t go out there skipping class now, ok?”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Miguel says, waving her goodbye. His mom would kill him if that ever happened. Not that he would tell her, she just had a sixth sense for his “fuck-ups.”

GymRat!Miguel who makes it to his class fifteen minutes early to arrange his part of his desk to his liking. Sometimes he feels so embarrassed when he needs to grab something in the middle of class, his ears hyperfocusing on every little noise he makes in quiet, crowded areas. He always makes sure to get out his laptop, a pen, a pencil, a highlighter, a notebook, some white-out, and a water jug. He prefers to be over-prepared.

GymRat!Miguel who’s feeling anxious when the sorority girls pass by his table, giggling and twirling their hair. They attempt to make conversation with him, speaking ill of the professor. He just nods along for the sake of being a gentleman. He thought the professor’s Millennial attempts at Gen Z jokes were kind of funny, albeit very 2010. He didn’t have the heart to tell them he actually enjoyed the lectures.

GymRat!Miguel who’s never been more excited for a lecture to start in his life. He didn’t know many more “wow”’s snd “that’s crazy”’s he had left in him. The noise of the ice hitting their plastic coffee cups as they struggled to get every drop out was starting to grate against his ears. He missed you and your sticker-covered water bottle. He looked over at his jug and smiled when he saw the ‘Game Over’ sticker you gifted him before the last lab. You noticed his joystick keychain and felt that his water bottle was empty.

GymRat!Miguel who declines the girls’ offer to join them on a morning jog after. He liked to work out in solitude and morning jogs with them would mean conversation. He would also have to be extra conscious about what he wore. No older lady walking her dog needed to spot him jogging with shorts that were too short for his own good and a tank top cut so deep that it was like string on his chest.

GymRat!Miguel who decides to head to the library in between class to kill time. He figured he can see if there are any science fiction he can check out to read in his free time. As he walks there, he opens Instagram to scroll. No, he has not been checking the app since this morning to see if you let him in, he’s not a freak. He stops walking when he checks his notifs to see that you accepted his follow request. He wastes no time to click your page again and is bombarded with tons of photos.

GymRat!Miguel who has to close the app immediately when he sees your first photo. It's a picture of you outside of a restaurant in a knitted two-piece. The top is open just a bit to see your chest and the long skirt is low enough to see a part of your stomach peeking through. Your smile is radiant and the caption is something about congratulating someone. You look delectable and Miguel can’t afford to run back to his dorm to let his mind wander over it right now.

GymRat!Miguel who gets another notification as he steps into his dorm room after his last class of the day and sees that you’ve liked and commented on his most recent post. It’s a mirror picture of him flexing his arm after his last work out. His shorts are riding high on his thighs and the curve of his ass is very noticeable. Gabriel had blew up his phone with voice memos of him cackling after he posted it.

“Looking good!! 🫣 Get those gains Miguel! 💪🏾”

Miguel runs a victory lap in his dorm room, thankful that his roommate wouldn’t be back until that night. He’s jumping and punching the air excitedly as if he were a boxer. If he wasn’t fearful of busting his ass, he’d do a backflip. Take that, Gabri.

GymRat!Miguel who decides to go back to your account, running on the hype of that one compliment from you. He stares at that first photo again, still mesmerized as if he didn’t see it earlier. He gives a like and starts typing.

“Wow…”

No, that’s corny.

“Loving the blue…”

Is he a frat guy?

“You look stunning”

Was that too much? He decides to add on a heart eyes emoji, afraid he might be coming on too strong.

GymRat!Miguel who goes a little further down your page. There’s a photo of you in a crochet cover up, your swimsuit peaking through the material. He groans as he slides to the next picture and the top of your cover up is off and it’s just a view of your back with your bikini string wrapped around it. Your lower half is in the water and if he can imagine it just enough, he can feel himself right behind you, taking in the view of your ass against him.

He’s hard. Again.

He decides to just let everything hang while he has the dorm to himself. His boxers are to his ankles as he sits on the bed, back against the wall. He keeps staring at your swimsuit pictures. Your breasts pushed together while you lean over the boat. Your hips swaying in a clip of you dancing with your friends. Your stomach on display as you lay in the sand, ready for him to squeeze.

He grit his teeth as he played the clips over and over again, his hand moving fast to bring him his relief. He closed his eyes and imagined he was there, watching you swaying before him. He would join you, grab your hips and let you guide him in the dance. He felt faint as he let go, voice shouting and white splattered across his shirt and fist.

He breathes fast, trying to calm down. He decides to like the photo dump and comment some aimless beach emojis under the post. It was the least he could do after using it to get off. How embarrassing.

GymRat!Miguel who jumps when his phone dings again. He was prepping to go to the gym when your response comes flying to his phone. His heart picks up when he sees you replied to his comment.

“That is so sweet of you to say! 🥺 Thank you 🥰”

He doesn’t know if you took it as a friendly gesture or a sign that he wanted you. Either way, he’s over the moon. There’s a pep in his step as he blasts Super Shy in his ears on the way to the gym. He had a new motivation to push harder in his sets.

GymRat!Miguel who tacks on 10 extra pounds during his arm workout. The guys in the gym are eyeing him in wonder and horror as he uses the 70lb weights for tricep extensions. He thinks of seeing you in lab later that week and decides to do some hip thrusts.

He can never be over-prepared.

GymRat!Miguel who decides to take a picture at the end of his work out to post on his story. He’s sweating, hair dripping towards the ends, his chest glistening. The angle is awkward as he moves the camera below him and flexes an arm for the picture. The story was meant for one girl and one girl only, so he didn’t really care how silly it looked to others.

GymRat!Miguel who almost fist pumps on the walk home when you like his story and leave a reply. He checks the private messages, grin on his face before he even reads what you have to say.

“Looks like you had a nice workout. I might have to join you next time and get some tips 🤔”

Miguel swiped the app up and texted Gabriel:

“Don’t ever question my game again”

"? Wtf are you talking about"

Miguel opened up his messages with you again and replied to text him whenever and he’d be happy to help.

GymRat!Miguel who winds down for the night, scrolling on his phone before he closes his eyes. Of course you posted a story and of course he pressed it within record speed.

It was a photo of you laying down all bundled up with a cute ‘good night’ gif moving across the bottom. You had on a spaghetti strap tank top and if your blanket wasn’t in the way, he’s sure he would see more than that.

You looked soft, adorable, kissable.

He liked the story and responded back a “good night” and closed his phone. He wanted you to visit him in his dreams once more.

dividers by: @gigittamic 🩵

a/n: tumblr mobile kept deleting full paragraphs of my draft. not happy about that because I kept losing my flow. 😒 it happened like THREE TIMES 😭

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[alittlebitofloveliness]

any soda headcanons?

Hi! I hope these suffice, I couldn't help but throw a little bit of Stevepop in :)

Sodapop Curtis Headcanons

-The Curtis house has a half finished basement which is where the laundry machine is, but the ceiling is FULL of spiders and spiderwebs. Both Darry and Pony are PETRIFIED of spiders, like Ponyboy is jumping from foot to foot and hyperventilating and Darry SHRIEKS when he sees one, so its always Soda’s job to de-spider the basement and he absolutely hates it (he's a little scared of them too, but not nearly as bad as his brothers)

-He has the friendship equivalent of those ‘you cheated on me in my dreams and now I’m mad at you”. One time he dreamed Steve left him stranded at the Dingo and was lowkey pissed at him the next day. Poor Steve was SO confused

-Loves both peanut butter and chocolate by themselves, but HATES when they’re combined together. Bro HATES reeses cups with a passion

-After the Curtis parents died he snuck into their room, stole his mother's half full perfume bottle and hid it in his bedside table. Sometimes before he goes to bed, when Ponyboy is busy brushing his teeth, he’ll spritz a little on his wrist because when he closes his eyes and smells her perfume he can pretend his mom is hugging him again.

-Thinks bananas are spicy (they’re not, he’s just mildly allergic but doesn’t realise it. Everyone in the gang thinks he’s making a joke every time he says it. He isn’t.)

-Him and Steve swing dance together at work sometimes when they’re working alone in the garage and his stomach flutters every time Steve dips him 

-Cannot sing to save his life and does it all the time anyway. Like, he sounds like he’s gargling with rocks, it’s actually painful. Dally has literally paid him to shut up before.

-Steve’s pet cat absolutely HATES him and Soda will always and forever be mad about it because “what did I ever do to her???”

-Can’t remember what his dad’s voice sounded like anymore. It haunts him.

-The easiest way to piss him off is to disrespect Steve in front of him. Sodapop is convinced the sun shines from his grumpy best friend’s glaring eyes, and if anyone doesn’t see that he WILL throw hands, no questions asked

-The Curtis’ have a chore jar full of little slips of paper with the really unpleasant chores they only have to do once in a while written on. Every three months they each draw two each so that way it’s fair who does what. EVERY single time Soda ends up having to clean behind the stove and he’s forever bitter about it because “it looks like a crime scene back there Dar and I know it ain’t just my fault!”

-He and Steve gave each other stick and poke tattoos once but his got SUPER infected. He would’ve had to tell Darry and probably go to the hospital if it weren’t for Evie, who luckily had some training from her tribe’s medicine woman and managed to fix him up.

-Him and Darry do rock paper scissors to decide who has to tell Ponyboy when he has a doctors appointment because Pony always gets SO mad and neither of them wanna deal with him

-Once walked in on Two-bit in an, ahem, compromising position, and hasn’t been the same since

-He used to socially drink pretty often but stopped when he realised how much drunk him really wanted to kiss Steve on the mouth

-Started drinking socially again when sober him kissed Steve on the mouth and the world didn’t end

-He draws faces on the eggs in the fridge, partially because he just finds it fun, but also because it always gets Darry to smile and shake his head fondly, and there isn’t enough that makes Darry smile these days

-Darry made him promise when he first started work full-time that he’d keep half his pay check for himself. He promised, but only ever keeps about 10% of what he makes as spending money. He’s determined to make sure neither Darry nor Ponyboy ever find out

-Wishes he was a bit more like either of his brothers, because even though he loves them more than anything, they have more in common with each other than they willl ever have with him and sometimes he feels like the odd man out in his own family, especially now his mom and dad are gone

-Had asthma as a kid but he grew out of it by the time he turned 10

[hella1975]

hellaaa plz share your favorite dabihawks fics for all of us who want some recs into their crazy minds!!

sorry i didnt answer this straight away i was reading a 230k words fic that i wanted to finish before i added it here 😭 does anyone know what's wrong with me. therapists hate me

dabihawks rec list!!

burn it all down by dorothycanfly - an au where dabi comes back to the todoroki estate to kill shouto when he's 19 and shouto is 11, but decides instead to take his little brother with him as part of his Grand Evil Masterplan that doesn't quite go as he wanted. this is the fic i always rec first in this fandom as it's the first dabi fic i really read that felt like it Understood Him and really made me go bananas about him. it's dark and twisted and true to what i think his actual mindset would be without demonising him, and also has shouto and him being very close and the way the author writes their dynamic is everything to me like it's so true to a real sibling relationship and id die for them. it gets very smutty in the middle but if that's not your thing the plot also kicks right back up again at 100mph immediately after, and there's also a sequel still being updated that's very promising.

big reputations by phanatics - singer fake dating au!!! i absolutely love dabi's characterisation in this and the celebrity angle is handled soooo well. the miscommunication and slow burn is incredible and that's coming from a bitch who finds both tropes frustrating unless they're done to my very niche standards. im pretty sure i read this fic in one day. im not making graduation i fear.

gunshots and molotovs by ironicallystupid - this is a 14k oneshot where dabi treats hawks' gunshot wound in a distinctly dabi way and then they get drunk. this one really got to me and i think it's bc it's one fic where they feel so true to character while still, for once, both acting their age. a big appeal of dabihawks for me is that they are both ultimately just two guys in their early twenties and seeing them embody that youth and silliness was surprisingly poignant

the 'will you accept this rose?' series by satelliteblue- the famous bachelorette au! if you don't know what i mean by famous, it's bc this fic has a habit of getting people who don't even read mha fic obsessed with it. like it's genuinely addicting. i remember first finding it and being like 'bacherlorette au dabihawks? be so fr' and look where im at now, 355k words later. it's genuinely just such a fun read AND i love the drama of it AND it has the todofam angle AND an actual plot snuck into it effortlessly. one of my fav fics of all time truly and it's still updating!

perspective by theeclecticeccentric - this is the fic i just finished and when i tell you ive powered through all 230k words of it in the past 4ish days. i love the league dynamic in this with the whole found family angle. i'll say it was something i clicked on less bc this kind of au (childhood friends dabihawks brainwashed to forget each other) is what i would normally go for and more bc i have BATTERED the dabihawks tag for all it's worth so i just tried it on a whim, but im so happy i clicked this bc it wound up being so fun! i also love any fic that forces the heroes and villains to ally against the hpsc and this fic does that. instant hit with me.

[centuryberry]

What are some of their attempts to convince Wukong? What Modern dating methods do they try (and occasionally butcher)? Old ones that don't quite translate (or Wukong pulls Amnesia)?

I sense shenanigans.

(And also have been struck by the image of Wukong opening a door to find one of the trio laying in bed with a "F*ck me" sign above them.)

(I was then subsequently struck by the image of Wukong responding, "Uhhhhh, I can't read? *closes door*"

When RinRin, Macaque, and Shanzha started their attempts in luring their husband to bed, they were completely blatant…in traditional standards.

Romantic gestures in that era were subtle. A simple exchanging of gifts would be a proclamation of eternal love. And there are so many secret languages: the language of flowers, the language of fans, etc.

(Warning: Slightly suggestive)

RinRin preferred slipping in sly, subtle innuendos in conversations and teasing Wukong like she used to do when they were young. She also likes using food as a tool to be touchy and suggestive. (Those poor bananas.)

Macaque would drag Wukong out to walks in the garden and anywhere else pretty. He would cling onto his arm during walks while wearing all the pretty hairpins and jade pendants that OG!Wukong had gifted him throughout the years of their marriage.

Unlike the other two, Shanzha doesn’t have any history with Wukong and is in an unstable position, so she’d be less blatant. She’d show off her skills in archery and would spar with him to encourage contact. She’d also wear clothing that would turn slightly sheer with enough sweat during these sessions.

When all of this didn’t work, the three of them would outright ask Wukong to come visit their rooms.

All of this, of course, flew over Wukong’s modern head. The first time he accepted, he thought it was a sleepover. Shanzha and RinRin were too shocked to correct him when he visited them for the night (he tried to recreate scrabble lol) but Macaque doubled down and scared Wukong off when he made it clear what he invited him into his room for.

It was a little heartbreaking for Macaque but that sting was quickly eased when Wukong came to him with flowers the next morning and babbled about his amnesia. He played dumb and would continue to play dumb.

Unfortunately, upon every “failure,” the three became more and more bold. (Thus, the hilarious scenario you painted in your ask. They had to spell it out for him at that point.)

When it was revealed that Wukong came from another world and time, everything clicked. They shifted gears. Instead of approaching all of this like spouses, they would then approach this as suitors. This would be a courtship.

After wiggling as much info about modern day courtship out of Yue, they took a try at this “dating” thing. It was…fun. There was a bit of flower giving and hand holding. They would watch plays together with snacks (a try at a movie date). They would try to make homemade food with varying results (RinRin and Macaque burnt their offerings). They snuck out of the palace in disguises once to have a casual date without the pressures of court.

(Though they did bungle up the “Netflix and Chill” idea and flustered the hell out of Wukong lmao. Yue only added that one as a joke.)

Wukong would see all this effort and be so, so flustered and yet so, so happy. He’s a bit of a romantic so he’s a bit of a sap about these things. Even if the results aren’t perfect, he appreciates the effort and he tries to reciprocate traditionally (though the three are beyond subtleties at this point and prefer the modern straightforwardness.)

[nkirukaj]

vVv is for Voe (12)

Pairing: StaticBeau & RadioBeau

Warnings: Swearing; Physical Abuse; Mental Abuse; Victim Blaming

Genre: Angst!

Word Count: 2.5K

<Chapter 11

12. Mouth

Voe had filmed her videos for the day and she had a few more hours until her next live. She dismissed her crew for the time being and began wandering around. She thought maybe she should go and see up close how the sausage gets made. She made her way down to see Val since she’d worked with him and his writing before. (She’d even watched some of his films), so she wanted to see what a porno looked like behind the scenes. Maybe she’d get to see Angel Dust at work! She walked down the hall hearing vague muffled sounding screams, and then something that sounded like a gunshot). She furrowed her brows and used all her strength to open the heavy door. Valentino was sashaying back to his large chair opposite the set and there was a large red stain on one of the walls.

“Redecorating?” She asks cheekily, looking between Val and the stain

Val snaps his head up toward her voice, He stands and walks over to greet her “Amorcita! I didn’t even hear you come in!! Came to see the behind-the-scenes?” Val wraps his 4 arms around her small frame

“You could definitely say that,” she hugs him back, her arms only going slightly higher than his torso

Val turns to the demon that was sitting next to him “Get up,”

He looks around “But I’m the director,” Val shoot him a look “I’ll just go,”

Val smiles at Voe “Have a seat hermosa,”

Voe sits in the chair that Travis had left and makes herself comfortable. Valentino sits next to her and pulls out his cigarette holder. 

“Alright, we’re gonna take that scene from the top! The banana goes in at a 45-degree angle! 45! Everyone get your asses back on set!!”

Voe was correct, Angel was working today, apparently in this film. When he exits his dressing room they lock eyes and a surprise crosses his face. It quickly leaves as he understands his expectations for the shoot. Voe tilts her head when seeing him, knowing that seeing a former friend naked will be quite interesting, 

“What happens now?” She looks up to Val and asks

“Now,” he cups her chin “You be quiet,”

“Oooh,” Angel moans, wearing a little blue sailor outfit “It was only one bad grade,”

“Don’t matter,” the other, larger and more muscular demon responded “You know what that means,” the larger demon pulls out a thin leather belt and holds it taut. “Get on that stomach and let me see that sweet 15-year-old ass of yours!”

Angel slithers down onto his stomach, saying “But Daddy, you’re my blood,” all the while, and Valentino grins during the entire scene

Voe’s eyes are wide open, not even understanding how anyone can get through shooting this without laughing. This had to be a joke. It just had to be. But she looked around and saw that everyone had straight faces, clearly thinking that not only the script, but the acting was divine also,”

“Take off your pants!”

Angel moans “But Daddy!”

“NOW!” and he slaps Angel’s ass with the belt

“Aye!” Val yelped from his chair, clearly turned on by the display

That was it, Voe could not help it anymore. She tried to hold back a laugh but a bit of it snuck through her lips. 

“I’m sorry, was there a joke? I didn’t hear it,” Val’s voice suddenly sounded very white

Voe looked around and noticed that everyone was staring at her. The camera and actors had stopped, and when she looked towards the big chair, Valentino was staring too.

“Oh my bad, don’t listen to me,”

“No no,” Val looks up “Everybody! Hey!” He looks back down at Voe “What was so funny? Was it Rodney acting? Or…Angel in the wrong position again??!!!!” he glares at the spider, who drops his head

Voe plays with her fingers and rolls her eyes around “Well….it’s kind of a bit of everything,”

“Oh,” Val says in an understanding tone while the enters room winces in fear “Why don’t you come out here,” he gestures to the door “Tell me about the ‘everything’ that’s wrong with it,”

“Are you sure?” she asks

He nods “Of course,” he leads her out the door

“Val,” Angel calls after him

Val’s neck cracks as he turns to look back at Angel “What?” His voice drops many octaves as he closes the door behind them

“It’s just that the dialogue is unreal-“ she turns to face him

Valentino pins her to the wall, grabs one of her ears, and screams into it “You need to watch your FUCKING mouth before I knock your fucking teeth out!”

The pain of him pulling on her ear, the sensory overload of all the lights, her being bent over, and how loud Valentino was directly into her ear made her entire body shake. She could no longer hear what Val was saying, just that it was loud. Her body shook so hard that when he finally let her ear go, she fell over onto a nearby wall. She couldn’t stand up straight. Val had said something else to her but she hadn’t heard it in her state. He stepped closer and said something else, as her vision grew blurry. When Val stepped into her personal space, her vision became clear. Val wears a giant smirk and his accent has returned 

“Do I make myself clear?” Voe nods as she puts her forehead on the wall. He forcefully turns her around to face him once more. She’s sweating now, trickling down her body “Look at me when you answer,”

“Yes,” she breathes out, desperate to get into a more controlled environment

“Yes what?” his voice is deep and gravelly

She gasps for air that isn’t there “Valentino,”

When she says his name her shoves her down the hall and returns to his chair. Voe makes it down the hall and collapses on her knees, still out of breath when she feels a hand on her back, she flinches and tenses up, but a voice says

“You okay?”

While trying to breathe she turns and sees Angel Dust leaning down to help her stand. She looks up and into his eyes without answering.

“Angel get back here!!!”

“Gotta go,” and he races back to set

Voe stumbles her way out of the hall and collapses into a chair in her studio. She needed to take some time to steady herself and finally catch her breath

Later that day, after she’d iced her ear, she found herself in Velvette’s studio, making her way back to her own. She told Velvette about what had happened with Valentino, expecting her to sympathize.

She shrugged “That’s just Val. Next time, don’t say anything or don’t go back,” she glanced at the model in front of them, wrapping the tape measure around her “But he might be offended if you don’t come back, might wake up with no ears,” she laughs then stops abruptly, looking up at the model “Did you gain weight?” she asked the model “Get off my podium, get off!” she shoves her off the tiny stage and the model twists her ankle, dragging herself away.

Voe chuckles “You ever think I could be a model?”

Velvette laughs a bit “Maybe if more people were interested in obesity, until then, no.”

“I am not obese,” Voe denies, grabbing onto her stomach

Velvette looks her up and down, widens her eyes, and then looks away “Anyway, pass me the pink!” she says to an assistant “Don’t look at me stupid!” and snatches the pink fabric

“I’m not obese,” she mumbles under her breath

“I don’t know darling, maybe lose 20 or 40 pounds and then we can talk,”

“Why do I have to lose weight though, aren’t there bigger sinners?”

“Yeah, and do you see any of them here? In Val’s porns On Vox 2-Nite? No. You just got lucky, Vox wanted to get his dick wet,”

She raises her brows “So clearly, I’m hot,”

Velvette gives her the side eye “Just cuz Vox fucks you, doesn’t mean you’re hot,”

“Rude,”

She drops her arms “Are you going to cry?”

Voe recoils “No,”

“Alright, I’m just telling you like it is,”

“It’s not though. That’s objectively false,”

“Is it? Because I’m a tastemaker, I know what people like,”

“Or do you mold people to like the things that you make?”

She thinks “Hmm, did you come here to battle with me? Because you will lose, doesn’t matter who has the last word or how much of a smartass you think you are. You will lose,”

“I’m not trying to battle with you, I just came to you in an attempt at solidarity and I don’t know why you’re insulting my appearance,”

“Solidarity? Darling, it’s Valentino! If you didn’t open your mouth or if you had minded your business in the first place, nothing would have happened to you. It’s your fault! What did you expect??”

Voe flails her arms “I don’t know, not to get yanked by my ear and screamed at?! And I still don’t know why you’re insulting my looks!”

“You’re not that good-looking, my love. The thing that makes you hot is your attitude, but right now you’re looking nasty,” she scrunches up her nose

“Why??”

“Now you have a bad attitude and you’re honestly really fucking whiny,”

“I’m only whining because you’re insulting me!”

Velvette reaches back and strikes Voe across the face. She holds the spot on her cheek with both hands

“What the fuck?”

She points her finger down at Voe “Don’t ever talk to me like that again or we’re going to have a problem. Understand me?” She pushes Voe square in the chest “Now get out!” 

Voe scurries out with her hands still covering her cheek, heading back to her room to save face. It was nighttime anyway. “Talk to you like what? The fuck?” she mumbles under her breath

She lays on her back on the soft bed the Vees had provided her. She was unsure about this day. She’d been physically assaulted twice, and she was supposed to be part of the team. She felt the spot on her cheek where Velvette had slapped her. Perhaps this was a hazing period that they hadn’t told her about, and she just The only one she could trust now was Vox. 

Alastor’s words rang in her mind  “They don’t like you….You’ll get your just desserts my dear, and oh will it be sweet,”

She shook her head. No Alastor didn’t know what he was talking about. She worked for this, she belonged here, this was where the fame was so this is where she needed to be.

Voe began undressing herself and dropping the garments on the floor. She didn’t feel like putting on pajamas that night, it was too much work. It was much too hot in her room to lay under the covers, but she felt exposed lying on top of them. So under the top cover, she went. She wasn’t in the mood to sleep but closed her eyes anyway. She was bombarded with images of antlers and buck ears made of hair. Her eyes shoot open. She looks around the darkened room, taking account of everything that she can make out the silhouette of, and closes her eyes again. Now she sees the thin frame and accentuated chest. This time she opens her eyes and looks out the window. Nothing but the dark red sky. Voe shakes her head vigorously and closes her eyes once more, seeing the bright red sclera and the sharp yellow teeth. Hearing his melodic voice and his radio filter. This time she sits up, noticing that the door is cracked open and is getting wider by the second.

“Hello?” she calls quietly. She sees a glimpse of the tv head and breathes a sigh of relief. “Vox, you scared me,”

He chuckles “Heard you had quite the day,” he stalks toward her “Why did I have Valentino and Velvette telling me about that smartass mouth of yours,” he plays with her hair

She opens her mouth to explain “I-“

Vox puts his hand up “Oh, my dear, I don’t care. That’s not what I’m here for,” Voe looks down and notices his naked blue chest “I came to see what else that mouth can do,” he places his thumb on her pink lip

“Vox….”

He smirks “I like it when you say my name,” Vox wraps his fingers around her throat, kissing up her chest. Voe wasn’t exactly excited about this, but maybe it could help take her mind off of…everything. She wrapped her arms around him as he ascended to her neck. Kissing, licking, and sucking her soft skin. She was slowly getting warmed up, getting into it. Whimpering, purring, and-

“Alastor,” she moans

Vox comes up slowly and Voe’s eyes shoot open in fear. 

“What the fuck did you just say?”

“Vox! Vox, I said Vox!” She reaches for him 

He grabs her face with one hand and yanks her up by it “Don’t treat me like I’m fucking stupid!” His voice distorts “You said that smiling freak’s name!”

“I didn’t mean to it was an accident!” Her voice trembles as his booms

“Are you fucking him, you slut?” Voe shakes her head vigorously “You better not be, because you know what that means for you right? I will end you. I will bury you, there will be no trace of “The Billboard Doe” when I’m done with you. Got it?!”

She nods with tears streaming down her face.

“Oh fuck that I don’t wanna see the fucking tears. What the fuck did I say about emotion?” She stares at him “Say it!”

“Emotion is weakness,” she says, though it’s hard to hear when Vox is holding onto her face 

“Exactly. Now get the fuck out,” he lets her face go

Voe sniffles “What?”

“Get the fuck out! I don’t want to fucking see you right now!”

Voe reaches him “Vox I’m sorry-“

He grabs her wrist and flings her out of the room “GET THE FUCK OUT!” she lands on her butt with him towering over her “Maybe after a night I’ll forget what a fucking whore you are,”

“Where am I supposed to go?”

He laughs “I don’t fucking know! And I don’t give a fuck either! Just get out of my sight before I make it a week!” 

Voe trudges out into the nighttime of Hell, with only the clothes on her back not knowing where to go or what to do. She just started walking, apparently to the only place her feet would take her. When she looked up she saw the brightly lit sign of the Hazbin Hotel.

Chapter 13>

[puffyducks]

DCRC Week #2

What if I started putting silly thumbnail images on these posts what if that was a thing that I started to do

Anyways this week is PKNA #0.2 here we gooo- THIS POST IS REALLY LONG SO OPEN AT YOUR OWN RISK

OK so I'm running a bit of an experiment this week - which is to say that in between this week and last week's reading I bought all the English copies of PKNA that exist (there's only 6) and I know the official translations took more creative liberties than the fan translations (which from what I understand are more direct) SO I'll be reading both a physical official English copy of this chapter AND pulling up the fan translation at the same time to compare and contrast noticeable differences in dialogue. Also that's why some of the photos will be screenshots and some will just be me taking actual photos of a comic book lol.

Right off the bat the official English has Scrooge calling Donald a muttonhead which I think is the superior insult here. Also he gets fancy red text in this panel

All of Uno's text is green as well, which is a fun touch! (It's subtle on camera just trust me on this one)

snoozer male confirmed 🛌

DARN TOOTIN!!!!! See, they had to capture the American audiences by making Donald sound as much like a cowboy as possible (it's working on me so far yeehaw 🤠)

First of all, rude. Second of all, is it his aunt or his mom you need to make up your mind buddy. THIRD of all, PK calling him "king ugly" is giving "Darkwing calls Taurus Bulba 'fatboy' in Darkly Dawns the Duck because he can't think of a better comeback." YEAH WELL YOUR MOM-

I THOUGHT HE JUST CALLED HIM A CUCK

Raider has this weird laugh going on that I think is supposed to make him sound like a rooster? Either way he needs to be stopped

OK AND I GUESS ANGUS FANGUS ALSO GETS HIS OWN LAUGH ON ACCOUNT OF BEING A KIWI??? WHAT IS HAPPENING 😭THIS ISN'T FUCKING ONE PIECE (also sorry for there being a glare on like all my photos the lighting in my room is really strong ok)

Dork Avenger.... he's never going to recover from this

she knows

NO FUCKIG WAY IS THAT A REFERENCE TO DARKWING DU- also that fuckass laugh again

The fan translation references Mouseton so I guess buy the official English copy if you prefer references to Darkwing Duck over Mickey Mouse

Ok so they're definitely NOT shooting him with tranquilizers but I appreciate the effort. Y'know despite the fact that the officer is still just holding a regular gun

This is also the ONLY coloring difference I've noticed so far, which is that the bullets are now yellow instead of blue. Is that supposed to mean they're tranquilizer bullets??? Is it somehow less violent if the bullets are yellow now??? What are they, banana flavored??? Idk

What?? Nooo... Lyla is a totally normal human woman. I mean duck.

Who the fuck is Lyla Lee

Ok I guess he's Red Raider now instead of just THE Raider

I'm living for the more ~flowery~ dialogue in the official copy. HOLY HONK!

CAPTAIN CLOWNSHOE!! YOU POMPOUS WHOMP!!!

The folds of spacetime say happy pride month 💖🏳️‍🌈

SWEET FUDGYJIGGERS!!!

YOU MEAN LIKE A TIMEPHOON?!?!?!?

oh my god what if the robots kissed

I don't know if I'm gonna do the comparison thing for the upcoming 4 issues cause this took me like 2 hours to make this post lol (also I hit the image limit and had to combine a bunch of them into one). The major difference between the dialogues I noticed is that the official dialogue is a lot more flamboyant with its language (and Donald says a lot more insults). They also snuck in a few more pop culture references.

This has been an epic Live Puffy Reaction hope you enjoyed. That's all I got.

[fuyupeach]

Unintentional (Not Really)

Miguel O’Hara x Gender Neutral! Reader

When on a mission between just Miguel and yourself, things go not as planned: not at all. Miguel thinks he might lose the reader, and finds he's more attached to you than he thought he was.

Leave it to this movie to break me out of my writing break, haha! Fastest I’ve ever written a one-shot this long. Enjoy! Also on AO3 here.

WC: 4,125k

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Miguel was… well, to put it concisely, very interesting.

The very last thing you expected was to become a Spider, and even less than that did you expect there to be a hub of Spider people all in one place far in the future… to be honest, you were more surprised about there being a (very much needed) therapist Spider-Man and a kitchen-café-food-area-thing than you were to know that there were multiple dimensions in which each Spider dealt with. You were subtly appreciative of being in a universe where technology had had plenty of time to improve, granting you the luxury of fanfic. No one needed to know that was why you were able to understand the concept of Canon events so quickly.

You had just wrapped up a mission containing an anomaly, silently snacking on a banana you snagged on the way to Miguel’s office as he oh so slowly descended from his platform. He may be cute, but you were tempted to tamper with the damn thing if it meant you didn’t have to waste precious seconds waiting for him to speak. Who was he, Batman? He was also lucky the back view while you waited was so visually appealing… you made sure to keep your face calm, lips twitching to smile like a gremlin at your thoughts. 

You had been partnered with Mr. Spider-Punk himself. While you and Hobie got along swimmingly, you knew you would always be delegated debriefing duty when it came down to speaking to Miguel. It was both a perk and a massive disadvantage when you were tired and no longer felt the urge to speak for the rest of the day. Today was one of those days, though you will pat yourself on the back for not growing too impatient today as your thoughts traveled to your comfy bed, it’s soft sheets you recently washed, pillows fluffy and decadent—man, you were tired. You’d probably be hangry too if you hadn’t snagged that banana. It would have to do for now. You could swear you hear Hobie snicker behind you, as if he could read your thoughts. 

Glancing lazily over to the ever slow platform, you’re mildly surprised to see that Miguel is looking right back at you, eyes glowing a subtle red in the low lit room. You straighten out, swallowing your bite of banana before speaking.

“It almost feels like you came down quicker today,” you start, tone friendly. “Everything went as usual. Or, ideal, I suppose I should say.”

Miguel’s face was in its usual slight frown, the pout of his lips appealing to your eyes as always. “You closed a tear in a universe’s most frequently trafficked area and that’s the extent of your report?” 

You swallow another bite of banana, blinking. “I could go into detail on how I almost fell into said tear—in which I did thank Hobie for saving me—but I don’t think that’s very interesting or relevant. I’m quite tired, your majesty.”

Miguel sighs, fingers rising to pinch the bridge of his nose. 

“I’ll read your report later, then.”

“Mhm.” You hum, eating the last section of your banana, chucking it in a nearby trash can. Perks of spider-sense, you didn’t even need to look. 

“Dismissed, then?” Hobie chimes in, rising from the table he snuck over to lay on somehow during your conversation.

“..Dismissed.” Miguel sighs again, already turning back towards his holographic monitors. Hobie needed no more words as he nodded his head at you in goodbye before beelining for the doors. 

“I keep telling you you’re going to have even more wrinkles on that pretty face of yours if you keep sighing and frowning all the time,” you call out before he can start rising back up. Miguel stills for a brief second, a quarter of his face hidden from your view as you smile slightly. “And get some rest while you’re at it. I know I will.”

“The fate of the multiverse—“

“Yes, yes, I know, O’Hara. Goodnight.” You wave over your shoulder as you depart, hand raising to your mouth to cover the yawn you let out.

Your relationship with Miguel was probably no different from everybody else. You had your moments where you’d feel you’d become amiable at the very least, given how often you had to speak to the guy. He made you nervous at first, being a terribly attractive person, but he was intense. There was an air around him that seemed to push others away—subconsciously, instinctively? Maybe both. It didn’t help that he seemed to align with your (questionable?) type of men. It was also hard to continue to be nervous when he had a baby crawling all over him whenever Peter B. swung by, and even less so when his serious moments were broken by his AI, Lyla. Miguel was surprisingly… cute. You could imagine the multitude of others that know him looking at you as if you had grown two heads and four arms. What’s not to like about fangs? Tall men? Very muscular, quiet, brooding, men? 

Hm. You were starting to see why they might look at you that way.

One thing you learned from your still short experience as a Spider, however, was the importance of time. You—well, thanks to Miguel, you kind of can—never know when the last time you will be able to speak or see someone is, and unfortunately one of the reasons why is death. It breaks your spirit just to reminisce on what could have been. 

As you became more comfortable around Miguel, you began to test the waters on what to say and how he’d react. Tomorrow is rarely ever guaranteed in your line of work, so if you had to push past a massive spring of nerves to flirt with your hot coworker you might never see again, then dammit that was what you were going to do. He wasn’t really one to react much outwardly to your small advances, but he wasn’t exactly protesting them completely either. One time when you were out for about a week due to your own universe’s conflicts, you could’ve sworn you felt the man staring at you longer than usual when you were silent upon your return. You were eating at the Spider-Cafeteria, and was surprised to see Miguel there. There was always a 30/50 chance you’d see him anywhere except his office, the odds rising to 50/50 on empanada days. There wasn’t really much to say, but as you got up to put your used dishes on the return rack, he spoke.

“No drink?”

Your eyes widen a bit as you turn back around to face him, pleasantly surprised. You smile. “Nah, but I guess I could grab some water. It’s not really something I think of when it comes to soup.” You chuckle for a few seconds.

“Here.” Almost like a magic trick, Miguel slides a small bottle of water towards you, silent as you blink back at him. Well, he is Spider-Man. You guess there could be other things to be more surprised by. 

“Oh. Thanks, Miguel.” Your smile widens a bit more as you take the bottle from him, your hand brushing against his (you totally did that on purpose). 

“I think he liiikess youuu.” 

The two of you jump at the sound of a new voice, eye contact breaking.

“Lyla.”

“I had to say something. This tension is drawing out a little too long for me–”

“LYLA–” Miguel swats at where she floats in between the two of you, large hands just a millimeter away from yourself. You briefly wonder how the size of said hands would compare to the size of your waist. Lyla appears in a different spot behind Miguel, smirking.

“Outta hereeee.” She winks at you before disappearing completely. You’re greeted with the delicious sight of Miguel’s shoulders and back sagging slightly, muscles contracting with his movement. You honestly found it pretty cute how despite how many times Lyla has no doubt teased this man to hell and back, he still reaches to grab her as if she has a physical form to do so. You keep your giggle to yourself, smile betraying your lack of laughter. You decide to give him a break today, turning back around to get rid of your dishes. 

“Thanks again for the water, Miguel.” You shake the bottle over your shoulder as you walk away, confidence and mirth fueling each step.

– – 

Well… damn. 

You’re actually pretty pissed that this rhino out of all the other ones you’ve seen and dealt with is giving you this much trouble. It was only yourself and Miguel on this mission, so it seemed pretty low difficulty. That difficulty was raised the moment he decided to plow through the city and onto one of its main bridges, surrounded by cars and–you guessed it–people. This Rhino was actually quite smart compared to the others. You heave a sigh as you swing around gathering another group of civilians to safety, narrowly avoiding a large chunk of building that flew your way as the Rhino surged forward elsewhere. That was Miguel’s problem until you completely cleared the area. Times like this made you appreciate that your universe wasn’t surrounded by skyscrapers like this one was. The more damage the Rhino did, the more nervous you subconsciously got. 

The fucker was pretty strong too. Every time either of your webs hit or tried to wrap around him, it’d almost immediately snap off, either because of the velocity of how fast he was running, or something he must’ve had added to his suit that would burn it off, leaving useless wisps in its wake. You both needed to find a solution, and fast. It would be hard to find a way to trap him in open terrain, and no point in really trapping him if he can just break through (so far) every damn thing. Your mind was scrambling to find solutions amidst the chaos, temples pulsing. You’d likely have to brute strength it out. You let out another sigh.

You were sure he didn’t need you to tell him, but it’d look like Miguel would need to get as close as he could in order to bite him, leaving the Rhino paralyzed and motionless for capture. Miguel was actually keeping up a great pace with him, it was the whole not killing innocent civilians thing that comes with being Spider-Man that was making things difficult; placed in a crowded city to boot. 

You’re grateful the next group you escort is the last, spider-sense not picking up anything else for now. You swing around two nearby twin towers, using the antennae sticking out from the top to catapult yourself to Miguel.

“It’s bite time!” You yell out, getting straight to the point as you swing to keep your momentum, right behind Miguel. “We’re gonna have to brute force our way out of this.”

“I know!” He responds, swinging in tandem. “I think we’re going to have to rely on all these now empty cars coming up. My signal.”

You look forward, the end of the bridge the only thing in sight. While the bridge wasn’t over a large body of water, you weren’t keen on falling off the side today if the plan falls through. The bridge transitions into a narrow tunnel, tight, but not impossible for the Rhino to fit through at all. You couldn’t see inside it, but there were a good amount of rocks outside it, connecting to a surrounding mountain.

You had worked with Miguel often enough that you didn’t need to verbally communicate when in battle, him turning to nod to you being all you needed before grabbing as many cars as you could and pulling them together with your webs to make obstacles for the Rhino in attempts to slow him down. You couldn’t help but laugh at the view you had from up above. This must be how scientists feel looking at their rodent subjects. 

You hit the ground for a second for more stability as you grab another car with both webs, using the leftover momentum to spin yourself and throw the car in the Rhino’s direction, a grin stretching across your features under your mask as it successfully hits. You flinch as it explodes. You forgot cars might do that. Hm. You were just glad it wasn’t you.

Miguel flies through the explosion smoke, using the distraction as a chance to get close as the Rhino staggers. He lands on his back, sinking his talons into his skin to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere. 

The Rhino yells out, trying to shake Miguel off to no avail. Miguel stays low, avoiding the Rhino’s horns from touching him as you see his mask fade away. You couldn’t help the excitement that flared up in you no matter how hard you tried at the sight of Miguel’s fangs. You always thought they were pretty cool, not that he needed to know that. 

Just as Miguel goes in to bite, your senses jump to alert, spotting the reason a second too late.

This Rhino also had a self-destruct in its suit. Great.

You don’t even get to yell out a warning before light is all you see, your body flying back hard into something also oh-so-unluckily for you, harder. Yeah, you weren’t a fan of the big city at all. 

You blearily feel around for your surroundings, crying out at the sudden sharp pain that emerges from your abdomen. That can’t be good. 

You keep blinking until your vision clears, immediately searching for Miguel. You spot him not too far from the Rhino, also on the floor, but relatively unharmed. You sigh in relief. The Rhino also looked unharmed for the most part, to your dismay. He was however, now left without a suit, which meant less obstacles for Miguel. You weren’t too far from them either, but you definitely weren’t close. They were stopped right in front of the entrance to the tunnel, still gathering their bearings. You could tell the Rhino would get up and keep moving soon.

You attempt to move again, but the pain is too intense. You finally glance down to assess the damages, a sharp intake of breath leaving you motionless. 

You had collided with a nearby abandoned car, and were very much inside of it via a damaged windshield. Shards of glass surrounded and were inside you, some minor, some probably very bad. You reach up cautiously to your face, feeling parts of your mask torn as well. You take a breath to steady yourself and try not to panic. You were going to catch that fucking rhino whether it was on your last breath or not. It was extremely personal now.

You manage to maneuver yourself until your front is sticking out of the windshield, trying not to aggravate the pieces of glass that you deemed too dangerous to take out. You spot a nearby car and spray out your web, dragging yourself out on your back. You’d have to ignore the stinging for now. You see Miguel starting to get up as well, and call out to him.

“You have to go NOW, O’Hara!” You cough, body running cold at the taste of iron in your mouth. “Quick!”

His head snaps over at the sound of your voice, body stilling as the words he had ready to say die on his tongue. It takes a blink from you for him to land in front of you, on his knees as he cradles your head. 

“What,” He attempts to compose himself, and you can’t help but let out a small puff of a chuckle at the sight. You may have wanted him to hold you at some point, but definitely not like this. “What did you–what were you–” He takes another breath. Your heart aches at the slight tremor in his voice, and the feel of his talons digging slightly into your skin that he doesn’t seem to have noticed has come out. 

“I.. definitely didn’t plan on flying into a windshield today.” You attempt to joke. You hated seeing him so upset. You had never seen him like this before, and it was starting to scare you. You must look pretty on the brink of death. Your breathing starts to pick up at the thought. 

You catch movement in the corner of your eye. Oh, man.

Your eyes flick back to Miguel. “You need to move.” His face remains tight, expression at a loss for what to do. “Just do what we usually do: kick ass.” Your attempt to smirk is interrupted by another blood filled cough. 

“Hey.” You try again, your hand finding his. You grip it as tight as you can. “I’ll be fine. Take me out on a date after this and we’ll call it even. I don’t know what’s gonna happen after this, so make it a good one, okay?” 

Before he has the chance to respond back you move your head out of his lap, rolling over sharply to aim at the rocks surrounding the tunnel entrance and pull, the pain in your abdomen nearly causing you to black out. You fall forward back onto the ground, stomach down. Your body seems to make the choice to knock out for you this time, the sound of crashing rocks and the feeling of blood rushing out of you is the last thing you remember.

– – 

Beep. Beep. Beep. 

Beep. Beep.

Bee–

Your eyes snap open, greeted with the sight of white walls and ceiling. 

You were alive, great! But damn did your body hurt. You felt the pinch of an IV in your arm as you shifted to get more comfortable, looking around. They must’ve had you on some pretty good pain killers if a small ache in your limbs was the extent of your pain thus far. Looking down, you see a hospital gown donned on your body, and bandages were wrapped practically everywhere. You hated that the first thought that came to your mind was wondering how you were going to pee. You don’t think there were any bandages down there…

You take a peek under your gown. 

All good.

Taking an even longer survey of the room, you realize you got lucky. No one else was there. Yet. You were aware of how close you were cutting it at the time. If Miguel’s face before you passed out was any indication, there was at least someone that was tasked with doing rounds on your location. You just hoped you hadn’t been out for too long.

Almost as if you had summoned said person, your senses alert you of someone’s presence a second before the door slowly opens, the door’s shadow growing larger before thinning out again. Lo and behold, it was an exhausted looking Miguel, his eyes unfocused. The dark circles under his eyes looked more pronounced, his lips pressed together in an even tighter line. Another wave of ache runs through your body at the sight. You couldn’t help but want to immediately alleviate the tension that lay thick in the air.

Miguel walks over to one of the sinks in the corner, setting something you couldn’t see down. He had closed the door softly, quietly, still unaware you were watching. You see his shoulders rise and fall as he lets out a sigh, turning on the faucet to splash his face with water. 

What time was it? A quick dart to the clock above the door alerts you to the fact that it’s 3am. 

There wasn’t much light throughout the room, but it wasn’t as if the two of you really needed it to see each other. You can almost see his face in clear detail as the man stills at the sight of your eyes, open, meeting his. 

You attempt to speak, but a sharp dry sensation attacks your throat, leaving you to cough instead.

You blink and Miguel is already at your bedside table, turning the low light lamp on as he pours you a cup of water from a nearby pitcher. His hands completely envelope the small glass, careful as he hands it to you. You take it gratefully, greedily enjoying the brief warmth his hands provide. 

“Thanks,” You finally say, not sure where to look. You truly didn’t know what the man was going to say. “I—“

“What you did was stupid.”

“Alright…” You muttered. Getting right to it, then. 

Miguel takes a seat in the only chair next to your bedside, eyes seemingly more red in the low light of the room. If they could burn through you you were sure they already would have. Tiny little ___ bits…

“Trust me when I tell you I didn’t go out with the goal to end up punted into a windshield.” You start, tone flat. “And excuse me for following your protocol: getting the mission done. I know it was stupid. I also knew you were going to keep me safe.” Your eyes flicker up to meet his.

“And if those were my last moments, yeah, it definitely would have sucked… That would’ve meant no date.” You truly didn’t know what else to say. What happened, happened. You can’t really say you regret it, either. Classic Spider antics.

Miguel runs a hand through his hair, brows furrowed in frustration as he mutters in Spanish under his breath. “What is this, some sort of game to you? This is serious.”

“And also part of the job.” You respond. You pause to really take him in now, curiosity driving forward in your mind. You were honestly surprised he was even here right now. And if the natural way he had maneuvered around the room was any indication, he must’ve been the one checking in on you. You didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but this was definitely nowhere near the usual lecture you’d receive for doing something he didn’t like. “What’s up with you?”

Looking at Miguel, you could almost see the turmoil going on inside his head. He opened his mouth before closing it again, lips pursed, jaw tight. If it weren’t for the tension in the air as you waited for him to speak, you would’ve said the man looked adorable, almost pouty. Now, though, it was almost like pulling nails out of concrete.

“When you… when I saw you on the ground like that.” Miguel’s tone was low, deep. It was his turn to look away now. “I felt… helpless. Weak. I haven’t felt that way since—well. I’m sure you can guess. I wasn’t expecting to feel that way. Wasn’t prepared to.” 

You were left speechless. 

“If I had gotten close faster, sunk my fangs into that fucker’s throat… I kept thinking, over and over again.” It was as if the floodgates had opened, Miguel getting any and everything he could on his mind out now. “I froze. And when you pulled away, fell to the ground, it felt like I was running with her in my arms again. Then she was gone. You were gone.”

“Miguel…”

“So, yeah.” His eyes meet yours once more, heavy. You wait for him to say more, but he doesn’t. If he was going to bear his heart to you in this way, you were going to too.

“I… never really was joking, you know.” You start playing with the blanket on your lap. “Pretty sure you already guessed that.” You chuckle softly.

“I can’t ever know what it’s like to lose something like that, but I want you to know I am here for you. I really just wanted to see how you felt about me; really didn’t have much to lose... I’m not really sure what to do now—“

Your words are cut off by the sensation of lips meeting yours, warm yet hot at the same time. Your hands grip the sides of Miguel’s hoodie, the IV in your arm preventing you from reaching higher. You feel Miguel’s hands hold your head in place as his lips continue to tangle desperately with yours. His fangs brush against your bottom lip and you shiver. 

When you part, you’re almost gasping for air, stomach tingling. Woah.

“If you’ll have me, I promise you I won’t let go.” You whisper, earnest.

Miguel looks surprised as you say this, like he wasn’t the one to initiate your heart to heart moment. His thumbs caress your cheekbones as he moves close once more. 

“Yo también,” He pecks your lips. “mi cariño.”

You rest your foreheads against each other, basking in the silence and comfort of the moment. A beat passes.

“How do you feel about bowling?”

[hellsite-detective]

Hellsite Detective in...

The Bad Banana

it was another cool day in Tumblr City. the breeze was blowin' through the streets and the rain was poundin' down hard against my window. the ceilin' fan that hung above me spun slowly and hypnotically as if blown by a wind that wasn't present. as i sat there in my chair, smokin' my cigar and watchin' that fan spin eternally, i grew hungry. thankfully i keep a small fruit bowl in the corner. gettin' up to go grab a bite, i picked a banana out of the bowl. it was a bright yellow, but you might not have known it from the monochromatic filter over the scene. as i began to unpeel it, a voice spoke from the back of my head sayin'...

...hold on...

...go ahead...

...what...

naturally confused, i spun around to see if someone had snuck in while my back was turned. but no, no one was there. however, the words continued to resound in my head. almost like they were callin' me to somethin'. i walked over to the window and took a look outside and the traffic lights at the intersection caught my eye. i looked at them, and looked back at the banana in my hand. that's when it hit me...

see, there was a post i've been lookin' for for ages. in fact, it was the post that inspired me to open my office up in the first place. it was a post comparin' the colors on bananas to the colors on traffic lights. back then, i couldn't find it. but now? i had the experience i needed. i decided to re-open this personal case of mine.

i tucked the banana into my coat and strolled through the rainy streets. i came across that hoppin' joint with jazz music always pourin' out the doors onto the street. the neon sign above the door read "The Search Bar." i headed inside, ready to do some business with my associate, but they were nowhere to be seen. they weren't sittin' at their normal booth. curious, i decided to ask the new robot bartender for help...

say, doll, you know where i can find the Boss?

[Oh! I do apologize. Don Google is upstairs in their office, but they are not seeing any visitors today.]

heh, well we'll see about that, won't we? say, what's your name?

[I am H.A.V.E.N. It stands for Hostess Attending to Virtual and Informational Needs. Essentially, my purpose is to keep track of Don Google's database so they do not have to. I also serve the drinks.]

Haven, huh? nice to meetcha, Haven. i gotta go see the Don though, whether they like it or not. i'll be seein' you later.

i tipped my hat to Haven and walked to the door leadin' to the stairwell. my mind lingered on the robotic hostess, wonderin' what an advanced artificial intelligence construct like her was doin' in this world that had it's basis in 1940's noir, but i wasn't gonna think about it too much. i headed up the stairs and into the Don's office. their goons whipped out their guns and almost took my head clean off, but the big fella themself stopped it.

the office was a far cry from the bustlin' night club on the first floor. where as the club had neon lights and kept things rather dark, probably for the best, the office was more well lit and elegant. it held a more warm atmosphere than the club, but somehow it was more oppressive in here. the walls appeared to be made of wood, bookshelves lined the walls, and a chandelier hung from the ceilin'. there was a carpet in the center of the room that had a kaleidoscope of colors rangin' from blue, red, yellow, and green. and directly across from the door was the desk. mahogany, it seemed, and real fancy too. a giant round window overlookin' the city streets was placed behind it with a large letter "G" formed in the window frames. the Don spun around in their large leather chair and puffed on their cigar.

"'Ey there, Miss Detective. What can I do ya for?"

i'm lookin' for a post involvin' bananas. specifically in relation to traffic lights. you got anythin' like that for me?"

i set the banana i had brought down on the desk and they chuckled at the sight.

"Yea, I think I got what your lookin' for."

with a wave of their hand, one of their goons fetched a file from off one of the shelves and brought it over to them. they thumbed it open with one hand, the other hand draggin' on the cigar. they slid it across the desk.

"This what your lookin' for?"

and there it was. the post that started it all. it had finally come full circle. i grabbed the file eagerly and began to leave the room, but the Don wasn't finished with me yet.

"'Ey, Miss Detective! Don't think I've forgotten about that little favor you owe me..."

i stopped dead in my tracks. preparin' myself for the worst, i stood there frozen. i couldn't even turn around to look at them. but shockingly, the conversation took a different turn.

"I'm not lookin' to cash that in just yet. Just be on the look out for a call, got it? I'm lookin' forward to our partnership."

i couldn't see them, but i knew their snide smile was bearing down on me at that moment. fear filling my body, i left the lion's den and went back to my humble office to file my prize away. as i did so, my stomach rumbled...

damn it. i left the banana with the Don...

Post Case: Closed

[eimoonie]

Soo... like, Genshin impact crossover Bocchi the rock! crossover Honkai:star rail (hsr) HEHE

For genshin imagine (Modern Au, Band Au)

Xiao x GN!Y/N

(IM SO SORRY i dont remember the person who drew this, i hope the s/o who drew it saw this, come here bbg 🫶🏻)

You've known Xiao for being the quiet kid in high school yet you didn't know that Xiao has another side that he wont show to anyone beside the people he felt comfortable with.

You have a fond in music but you cant play any instruments, eventually you found a underground livehouse called "Starry"

Starry was recommended to you by a friend of yours. Starry wasnt so far from your house, its better to get there with a bike or on feet. You were extremely clueless about the live house. in fact, you didnt wanna be inside a band all you want to do is just get a job. You cant rely on your parents who give you little allowance that why working in a place that also plays music is the place to work at.

You just work as the bartender, and no serving alcohol! That was the rule given by the manager, youre underage to be drinking AND serving alcohol.

The manager informed you that a well-known band will be performing, "aye-aye captain, i will make sure to work hard!" You said to the manager, you dont really take yourself seriously.

The backstage crew was setting up the instruments and testing it while you clean up the remaining glasses that was left by a certain band, you saw a similar young lady that goes by the name of bocchi. She slowly sneak to the table that you had just clean up and searched around it, "are you looking for this?" You pointed out a ticket "Hm, yea, thank you." Bocchi quickly rush out with the ticket.

"~what a seemingly nice girl." "Are you washing up the glasses?" The manager took a glance at you, "yup! I've done everything that was on the list." You said, "good, take a minutes break soon the audience will come in." You nodded and sit back, drinking banana milk that you've snuck away, soon the bell rang and you went to the ticket table and wait as the audience came in, you chop the ticket and let the audiences in."Thank you for coming!" You said as the last audience come in, you sighs as reliefs.

You noticed another pink haired lady, that came in with a camera, the girl is no other then March 7th. your, well-known for photography, best classmate in school , "oh, hey March 7th!" You called her out, "Oh! Hey, whats up Y/N." March 7th points her camera to you and took a shot, you chuckles "Aha! Nothing much, just working here as a bartender." You were cutted off by a certain instrument playing,

The song : Fever (By enhypen) playing, The crowd scream as the band went in, the song playing chills you down as you went in the bar just straight away from the stage, you look at the band playing. You saw someone who was familiar. It was your classmate, Xiao. Xiao's has a better style outside in fact hes still wearing the same black hoodie that he wears to school. You slightly blushed at the look of your quiet classmate, "Oh, Xiao. So secretive as always." Talking about the fact that he is secretly inside a band—The crowd screams as it was Xiao's verse.

You wanted to be noticeable so you raise your hand high enough for Xiao to see, you wave to him.

He saw you and got embarrassed real quick. even if you cant see him, you know he's flustered. You chuckles to yourself, white light flashes multiple times as in people taking pictures, Xiao was already flustered but he didnt messed up a single time.

After the show ended, you went to backstage and visit Xiao with the most smugly face you have, "D-dont look at me like that." Xiao stuttered but he managed to show some confidence.

"I can't look at you now..?"

[oohnotvery]

Edges of the Night (Chapter 6)

Scully is staring out the window of their room wondering how on earth they’re going to get back on the road. Last night’s storm brought with it at least a foot of snow and the plows haven’t made their rounds through the town yet. She’s a California girl in many ways, so she’s not great at estimating snowfall, but she knows enough to guess that her little car will be no match for the white, powdery roads.

She rubs her tired eyes and wonders, for the tenth time, where Mulder went. He wasn’t in bed when she woke up, and when she managed to crawl out from under the warm covers and into the chill of the morning, she didn’t find him in the bathroom either. It was no surprise to find that he had snuck out before she had awoken, but it’s been thirty minutes and she’s seen hide nor hair of him. From this window, she doesn’t have a view of the parking lot so she can’t tell if the car is still there.

Did he decide to ditch her? Was her little diatribe yesterday enough to send him away? Exasperated and exhausted, she plops down into the rocking chair, turns on the T.V., and tries to drown out the worries piling up in her mind.

The bed-and-breakfast offers only a few channels and almost all of them are local news. She is listening to a weather report when the door to the room bangs open. She turns and sees Mulder balancing two cups of coffee and a paper bag. His pants are wet up to his calves, which makes her think he tromped through a decent amount of snow to get breakfast.

She quirks her head. “You went out? Doesn’t this place advertise itself as a bed and breakfast?”

“Thought we deserved better coffee than what they were serving downstairs,” he shrugs, and a relieved smile catches on his lips. By the way things went last night, he was probably expecting her to freeze him out this morning. She kind of wants to, but she also knows they need to get along if they’re going to make it safely to Montana.

“You paid cash?” she checks.

He approaches to hand her a coffee, his expression sheepish. “I took some money out of your wallet. I would’ve asked, but I didn’t want to wake you . . . .”

She colors slightly but nods. What’s mine is yours, baby, he might have said in an earlier lifetime. But not today.

“Thanks,” she says, taking the bag from him. Inside, she finds two muffins, a scone, and a banana, the latter of which must be Mulder’s acknowledgement that her road trip diet hasn’t been her preferred choice of fare. She nods approvingly and grabs the banana. He sinks onto the bed behind her and gestures towards the T.V., where a weatherman is bemoaning the awful road conditions.

“Well,” he says, flashing her a tight, hopeful smile, “I’ve got some good news. I met the owner’s husband this morning. I explained that we got sidetracked on our way home from a conference and that you’re desperate to get back to your rich husband and three beautiful-but-needy children.”

She flashes him a surprised look and sees a small, self-satisfied grin playing on his face. “The man was immediately invested in getting you back in the arms of your loving family, so he outfitted your car with snow tires.” She blinks. Trust Mulder to charm his way into receiving free tires from a stranger. “So,” he continues hesitantly, “we should be able to get back on the road soon.” He glances at the bedside clock, which reads eight a.m. “And we should get going sooner rather than later. I don’t want to linger.”

She takes a sip of her coffee and nods. “Okay,” she says around the lip of her cup. “This is good.”

Mulder reaches forward and takes the remote from her. “Mind if I . . .?”

“Go ahead.”

Scully eats and drinks while Mulder flips impatiently through the unimpressive channel listing. He’s about to give up on finding anything interesting when a national news story catches his attention. Scully follows his gaze towards the screen, then freezes.

A California doctor has gone missing in a presumed kidnapping scheme, the news anchor reports. An image of her own face flashes across the television. Scully blinks once, twice, three times. The picture onscreen is all-too-familiar—it’s the one from her hospital ID badge, the one where she’s wearing a low ponytail, dark blouse, and white coat.

Distantly, she hears Mulder calling her name but she can’t tear her eyes away. 

Dr. Dana Scully previously resided in the Washington, D.C. metro area, where she was a special agent with the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Her former partner, Special Agent Fox Mulder, who flew from Washington, D.C. to San Diego three days ago, is the primary suspect at this time.

Mulder’s badge photo appears on the screen right next to hers. Behind her, there’s a soft thud and she whips around. Now it’s Mulder who sits frozen, his coffee cup exploded on the floor, its contents spilling out onto the plush blue rug.

Law enforcement has traced their last-known whereabouts to southern Utah. They are presumed to be headed to western Colorado in a silver Oldsmobile Intrigue . . . 

Scully wants to reach into the T.V. and shout that Mulder didn’t kidnap her, that Mulder is a safe person. A jerk, maybe, and an asshole, but the safest person she knows. Instinctually, she stands and takes a seat beside him, close enough that their thighs touch. Her movement seems to shake him from his stupor because he turns to face her.

“Jesus, did I kidnap you, Scully?” he asks, half-jokingly, half-disbelievingly.

She shakes her head. “Mulder, what’s going on –”

Before she can finish her thought, a familiar voice chirps from the television. Blood rushes from her head. Her palms bead with sweat. Her vision goes momentarily black. She grips the duvet tightly and swivels to watch Alan take the screen.

. . . we got engaged just last month. I never heard anything about the man she used to work with, Fox Mulder. I know she had a partner at the FBI but Dana was pretty tight-lipped about her job, always said it was highly classified. On screen, Alan furrows his brows. Now I’m wondering if she knew she was in danger.

The reporter lets Alan drone on for far too long and Scully watches the way his face shifts between fear and concern. Seeing the raw pain in her fiancé’s expression makes her anxious to call and reassure him. She wonders how closely law enforcement is monitoring him. Mulder called the Gunmen. Could she get away with just one phone call?

The news story ends and the anchors shift their focus to a protest in New York City. Beside her, Mulder clears his throat. She braces herself for an insensitive joke, maybe some ribbing about Alan. He’s blonder than I pictured, Scully, and a little on the short side. I always assumed you���d go for someone tall, dark, and handsome.

But, miracle of miracles, Mulder stays quiet. His silence is both a blessing and a curse, as it allows her thoughts to run haywire. Poor Alan, sitting alone in San Diego wondering if she’s been kidnapped, or worse.

And then a different, more horrifying, thought strikes her.

“Mom,” she whispers to herself, realization crashing down on her. Her mother doesn’t know she’s safe. Suddenly the need to speak to her overcomes her. “I need to call her. I need to talk to my mom.” Scully twists and grabs at Mulder’s shirt. He stares down at her hands in surprise. “I have to talk to her,” she begs.

He nods hesitantly but she can tell he isn’t on board.

“Mulder, please. She won’t—she’ll be confused. She won’t understand.” Will her mother believe the reports that Mulder kidnapped her? Or will she intuit that something far more nefarious has happened?

Tears gather on her lashes but Mulder’s expression remains tentative. Years ago, he might have wrapped an arm around her waist and cradled her head as tears tumbled out of her. But now, as she sits before him horrified at how drastically her life has changed, he offers no comfort. Releasing his shirt, she presses her palms into her eyes and stifles a scream.

“I’ll get you back, Scully,” he says quietly, his tone soothing, gentle, and promising. “I’ll get you back to your life, to the hospital, to . . . to your mom. I swear to you, I will make that happen.”

He sits patiently until her breathing begins to regulate, until her hands fall from her face.

She senses his uncertainty before he speaks again. “We can make that phone call happen if you absolutely need it, Scully,” he says carefully, “but we should consider the very real possibility that they’re already keeping tabs on your mother’s calls.”  

She swipes angrily at her cheeks. “Who’s behind this, Mulder?” she demands. “Why doesn’t the FBI have control of this narrative? Why are they pointing the finger at you? Skinner knows you didn’t kidnap me.” She bites her lip hard. “This is proof that something has happened to him. He wouldn’t ever allow a story like this to get out to the media.”

The column of Mulder’s throat moves up and down as he swallows. His eyes flicker nervously to hers.

“What?” she asks. “What aren’t you telling me?”

He shakes his head, dropping his gaze. His hands clench into fists. “I—a lot, Scully,” he sighs. “A whole fucking lot.”

She blanches, and for a moment, the world turns upside down. Renewed tears strike her cheeks. Her situation is already looking hopeless: her fiancé thinks she’s been kidnapped; her mother doesn’t know whether she’s safe; Mulder is the primary suspect; their one contact at the FBI has been compromised; and they’re being chased across the country by a relentless pursuer that seems to have law enforcement on its side. How could this actually get any worse?

She takes a few minutes to gather her resolve, forcing breath deep into her lungs. When she feels ready, she walks her hand across the bed to brush Mulder’s. She’s not sure what prompts her to reach for him. She’s not quite sure he deserves her touch. But whether she likes it or not, they’re in this together. Right now, Mulder is the only person in the world she has.   

His pinky finger grazes hers. “Honestly,” he says quietly, “I’m afraid you’ll hate me even more after I tell you everything I know.”

Their eyes meet and his are full of pain and guilt. She regards him for a long time, wondering if it would better if she just didn’t know the truth. Wondering if maybe, ignorance could serve her well.

Finally, she sighs. “I don’t hate you,” she admits softly, dropping his gaze. “But I’m terrified of what you’re about to say.”

She retracts her hand and curls her arms around herself protectively. Mulder flops onto his back, his hands meeting in the middle of his chest. Nervously, she wonders why he is unwilling to look at her for this part. Her gaze falls to her cuticles.

“It started nine months ago, a few weeks after you went into remission,” he begins.

“Nine months?” she interrupts, incredulous. “But you said Skinner received this tip just a few days ago—”

“That’s part of it,” he agrees uncomfortably. “But there’s . . . a lot more.” He pauses. “I haven’t been completely truthful with you.”

She sucks in her cheeks. “I’m starting to see that. Go on.”

He glances towards her. “I’m going to tell you the whole story, every part of it. When I first got into the car with you back in San Diego, I never planned to tell you any of it. I thought we’d make it to Colorado, hunker down for a few days, and come up for air once we got the all-clear from Skinner. You’d return to your life; I’d return to mine, and you wouldn’t have to know just how bad things have gotten.”

“Mulder—”

“But seeing that story on T.V., knowing Skinner is gone. The safe house is compromised.” He hesitates. “Things are falling apart. It’s getting worse. I think you need to know how deep this thing goes.”

She grits her teeth. “Go on.”

“Nine months ago, I received a threat via an anonymous letter slipped under my apartment door,” he continues. “The note demanded my cooperation. It was immediately clear that if I refused, there would be consequences. For you. ‘Great suffering,’ as they termed it.” His hands rise to draw air quotes. “They knew about your cancer, Scully, and your abduction. They knew everything about you. Things even I didn’t know.”

She wonders what that could mean. What doesn’t Mulder know about her? Over the course of many years, she’s revealed to him all but the very most intimate parts of herself. An image of her naked body crosses her mind. That may be the only thing Mulder hasn’t ever seen. Is that what the letter implied? Her head spins at the thought.  

He continues. “They threatened to take you to perform experiments, tests. They described the tests. It was . . . graphic.”

Although the thought sends shivers down her spine, she nods. She knew this part already. Why me? she wants to ask, but she doesn’t. She used to ask that question of herself when Melissa died, but it always led her to thoughts she would rather ignore. Thoughts about Mulder, about the X-Files, about whether her choices to pursue the FBI had led her down this dark path. 

“Okay,” she says calmly. “And what did they want your cooperation on?” She turns over her shoulder to look at him and sees him staring blankly at the ceiling fan.

“The X-Files.”

A beat. “As in shutting it down?” she intuits.

“Something like that.”

She nudges his foot with hers.

He sighs and time ticks by. She’s about to prompt him again when he finally speaks, his voice quietly defeated. “They wanted me to burn the files.”

Her eyes widen as she considers it: Mulder’s life work—their work—up in flames. It’s so ludicrous that she scoffs. “And did you?”

He closes his eyes but doesn’t answer.

“Mulder? Mulder, what did you do?” When he doesn’t respond, she leans across the bed and jerks on his hand. His eyes fly open. “Get up and talk to me,” she demands.

With hangdog eyes, he complies, rising to a seated position beside her again. She twists to face him fully, crossing her legs.

“What did you do?” she asks, her eyes cutting to his accusatorily.

His eyes pierce hers. “I forced you out. I thought you’d be safest if you were out of the division altogether.”

She nods. That part she knows all too well.

“And then I burned them.”

A breath rushes out of her. She feels her chest crumple, her head spin. She sags into him, placing a trembling hand against his thigh.

“Mulder,” she half-whispers, half-moans. “Mulder, how?”

He laughs humorlessly. “Gasoline and a lighter.”

She regards him irately. “You destroyed your life’s work? Our work? Why? Why, if you’d already sent me to safety—”

He rubs his hands vigorously across his face and she reaches forward and grabs his wrist. He yanks away from her. “It wasn’t enough that you weren’t on the X-Files anymore, Scully. That wouldn’t guarantee your safety. I didn’t have a choice—”

“Yes, you did!” she insists. “You could have—you could have told me this was happening. I could have helped. We could have made a plan—”

“No,” he shouts. “You couldn’t be involved. You couldn’t know the—the choice I was making.”

Their eyes meet. “I never would have let you do that,” she murmurs.

He nods like he already knows it. “You have to understand, Scully. Someone made it incredibly clear to me that you were in terrible danger. And whether or not you want to hear it, you are my Achilles heel. Whether or not that’s a secret to me or you, everyone else seems to know it already. Your life, your health—those were always going to be used against me.” His eyes crease plaintively. “They know how much I—what I—” He shakes his head, discarding the thought. “I knew if I told you about their request, you would insist on fighting. I knew you’d insist on staying. So I sent you away.”

She huffs indignantly. “Of course I would have stayed, Mulder. You don’t get to make decisions for me about my life, or about our work.”

He shrugs, and she sees in his eyes a cocktail of emotions: defeat, regret, guilt. Grief. An overwhelming, all-consuming grief.

“Who do you think was behind the letter?” she asks more softly, noting the pain in his look.

He shakes his head. “It was anonymous. Skinner and I ran it through forensics. The Gunmen did some digging but we hit dead ends everywhere we turned.”

“Did you even consider that it was just a scare tactic? What if there was no actual intent behind the letter?” she asks gently, trying not to internalize the fact that he destroyed the X-Files on nothing but an unsubstantiated threat, simply to save her life.

“Of course I did,” he snaps heatedly. “I thought about everything. I thought about it so much I nearly drove myself crazy. But it didn’t really matter, Scully.” His eyes sear hers. “Don’t you get it? The risk to you was too great not to treat it as a serious threat.”

She shakes her head.

“You—you didn’t see the letter,” he adds. “You didn’t see what they knew. What they threatened.”

“Then tell me,” she pleads. “Help me understand.”

He shakes his head defeatedly. “Not now. I—please, Scully, let that rest for now. Just trust me when I say it was a very credible threat.”

She studies his features and sees it now, all the things she’s been ignoring since they began this journey together: the repressed pain and despair; the all-consuming guilt and grief; the barely-concealed rage and indignation.

“You’ll tell me eventually?” she asks.

He nods. “I’ll tell you.” A pause before he continues. “So, I let you go and then I destroyed the files. They, uh, they demanded I do it publicly, so I made a big scene at work. Got Skinner in on the whole thing. I think everyone finally got the proof they needed that I’m due for the loony bin.”

She sees it in her mind’s eye—Mulder carting loads of boxes up from the basement, setting them ablaze in the middle of the hallway. Onlookers with their mouths hanging open. Fire alarms and sprinklers inoperative at Skinner’s hand. A bystander running for a fire extinguisher. Mulder’s shirt covered in flame retardant. Everything he’s ever cared about destroyed in minutes.

His voice interrupts her dark thoughts. “After I pulled that little stunt, I spent a few weeks at a hospital with the Bureau’s finest psychiatrists. Once I was finally cleared for duty, I got shuffled around to the bullpen doing a bunch of bullshit background investigations. Skinner’s trying to get me up to VCU, but it’ll be hard to convince anyone I’m up for the job now.” He sighs. “Anyways, you were gone and—and months went by. You stayed safe. I knew you were safe, actually. I made sure of it.” He refuses to meet her gaze.

The weight of his suffering unmoors her, untethers her. Her body floats in liminal space. Her mind can hardly catch up. And after all this time, thinking Mulder had simply forgotten about her, had pushed her away and left her alone . . .

She blinks and comes back to herself. “And then?”   

“And then my selfishness got in the way.” He says it plainly, as if it should be no surprise to either of them. As if he hasn’t already proven his selflessness.   

“What do you mean?” she asks, sensing he’s holding back. “Mulder, you destroyed everything to save me—”

“Not everything.”

A beat. “Oh?”

He digs his fingernails into his palms and she resists the urge to reach out and comfort him.

“Mulder?” she asks softly.

He still won’t look at her. “I guess destroying the files wasn’t enough. They wanted one more thing to ensure the work would always be remembered as the work of a raving lunatic.”

She swallows past the bile rising in her throat, past the thump-thump-thumping in her heart. When she speaks, her voice is raw, hoarse. Barely a whisper. “You. They wanted . . . .” She finds herself unable to voice it.  

He nods tightly. “They gave me clear instructions what to do, how to do it.” He pauses. “This was four days ago.”

“Skinner knew?”

“He knew,” Mulder confirms. “They threatened him with other things, in other ways. He got a note under his door too. Something to the effect of ‘he dies or she dies.’ Once again, it was . . . explicit.”

His eyes finally meet hers and she is struck by the self-hatred she sees. “But when I saw what they wanted from me—I—I just panicked. I went to San Diego and that’s when they found me.”

“If they wanted you dead, why didn’t they just kill you then?” she asks. “Why did they stick you in a car and try to run me off the road?”

He shakes his head. “I hadn’t cooperated with them. The night they picked me up at the airport, we headed to your apartment. They told me they were going to make me watch you suffer. They had things in mind for you, things I can’t . . .” He swallows. “And then they were going to send me back to D.C. Only after I did what they’d asked did they intend to return you safely to San Diego.” His fists clench. “And they didn’t just want me dead, Scully. They wanted me to die publicly. They wanted my finger on the trigger. They wanted it to be traceable to me and only me. My madness, my insanity. Spooky Mulder’s final freak show. Something obscene enough and bold enough that it would discredit the X-Files forever.”

The pain in his voice washes her away. She leans into him and presses her forehead to his shoulder, blinking back tears. He turns stiff and unresponsive beneath her, as if he doesn’t deserve her touch or understanding.

“That wasn’t selfish, Mulder,” she whispers into his shirt, her brow crinkling with anger. “Refusing to kill yourself—I would never—” She bites down hard on her lip.

He pushes at her gently, shaking his head. “Scully, your life would look so much different if you’d never met me. So much better. All I wanted was for you to be happy and safe out in California. And I was given one final chance to ensure that forever and I—I couldn’t do it.”

She moves to touch him but he holds her at arm’s length. “I stupidly thought I could protect you myself. I had a reason to believe you were safe because I was actively protecting you while you were out in San Diego. I thought—maybe I can have it both ways. I can keep the remains of my life, and I can have her.” He pauses. “I can keep her safe,” he corrects. “And then, instead, this happens . . . .”

Gently, she pushes his hands away and then before he can protest, she links her arms around his neck. It takes several long breaths before he finally loops his own arms around her waist and tugs her tightly into him. The angle is awkward and she scoots closer, pressing her entire body up against his own and burying her face in his neck. And just hours ago, the idea of being close to him again was unthinkable.

“Thank you for staying alive,” she whispers into his skin.   

He doesn’t reply, just simply holds her until she pulls away. An uncomfortable silence settles between them and she resists the urge to fidget with the ring on her finger. If she thinks too hard about what he almost sacrificed for her, she will crumble. Instead, she fixates on a thread in the duvet as she regains her composure.

“So,” she says after a time, gathering her thoughts, “we can assume Skinner’s compromised. We can also assume that this plan goes all the way to the top, to the highest levels of the FBI. If they’re pinning my disappearance on you, that makes it much harder for us to stay safe or ask for help or—or contact anyone.” Uncertainty creeps into her voice. “Mulder, we could be running for the rest of our lives. We could lose . . . everything.”

“Whoever is behind this has law enforcement in their pockets,” he says with certainty, deflecting.

Numbly, she nods.

He sighs, raking a hand through his hair. Briefly, she reminds herself to clean his wound before they leave.

“There’s one more thing you should know,” he says quietly.

She fidgets. “Okay.”

He suddenly looks very, very nervous. More nervous than he’s looked since they started talking. Her heart begins to beat so fast that she feels her head start to spin.

“It’s about Alan.”

[saltygilmores]

THOUGHTS WHILE WATCHING GILMORE GIRLS: SEASON 3, EPISODE 2: HAUNTED LEG-TUMBLR IS HUNGIE AND KEEPS EATING MY POSTS

The Netflix synopses (synopseses? Synposi? Where are you, Jess Mariano? You're my only hope) made this episode seem like it was going to be heavily En-Crusty'd (Christopher focused) but then the lovely @frazzledsoul told me that in this episode Rory takes Christopher to school (metaphorically) and this is also the episode where Jess takes RORY down a peg in a GLORIOUS confrontation at Doose's Market. If there's one thing I love seeing in Gilmore GIrls it's a good peg lowering. In fact, it gives me such immense satisfaction to see Rory in particular get taken down a peg that the three times Dean does it to her are the only times I actually side with Dean. Let the Notch-Taking-Down Party commence. But first....Happy 18th birthday, Jess! You're legal, mister! I am solidly and forever in the Late August/ Early September Birthday Camp (I have my reasons) and we're already there on the show! It's been almost a year since he arrived in Stars Hollow as a 17 year old! I'm gonna make it easy and say it was September 1st.

Now you can visit the strip club, and buy porn and cigarettes legally! You're a man now! (well, at least you could buy cigarettes at 18 years old 20 years ago. It's 21 now). Episode begins with Emily still being predictably salty about last week's FND, where Lorelai snuck out of the house while her parents were fighting over her breakup with Crusty.

Don't listen to her. You do can do whatever you want, even while you're on the clock. My little shmushkins. My apple dumpling. My peach tart. My banana muffin. My jelly donut. You're gonna make a bazillion dollars with your books some day and show em all. *pinches his cheeks* Lorelai is coming down with an illness which I shall diagnose as mononucleosis (aka the kissing disease) that she contracted from making out with Dean Forrester.

Lorelai has no qualms about leaving the house to eat out every single day in a crowded diner and spread her germs all over town, instead of keeping her ass in bed, I guess. She's also incapable of purchasing and opening a can of soup and dumping it in a pot on the stove (or hell, even sticking it in the microwave) so she wakes up each day and chooses to be a Disease Vector. If she wasn't (presumably) still married to Luke in 2020 to cook her meals for her at home I don't know how she survived the pandemic. Luke: You know what helps a cold? A healthy immune system. You know how to get a healthy system? By not eating crap and blowing out your brain cells with coffee. Eat a vegetable now and then or some high fiber cereal. At least eat the carrots in the soup? Three minutes in and he's already Insulting Lorelai (while, uh, also insulting himself at the same time?) Whee, I'm loving this episode already! More Peg-Lowering, please! Several people on this show are going to be HUMBLED and I am HERE for it. But why is Luke always downselling food that he puts on his own menu? I know Lorelai and Rory don't ever pay him anyway, but doesn't he want to attempt to make some money? "My food will make you fat and sick and kill your brain cells. Don't eat it. Go eat somewhere else." Or is it that he's a-okay with poisoning the rest of Stars Hollow with copious amounts of junk food but wants to spare Lorelai and Rory the same fate? One would also suppose he doesn't actually have said vegetables or fiber rich cereal on his menu in the first place (it's a fucking diner) and that would mean Lorelai would have to pour herself her own cereal at home. Perish the thought. Is Luke secretly some kind of California Hipster in denial? Would he be more at home opening some kind of vegan cafe where he serves wheat grass shots and kombucha and avacado toast, you know, all the stuff Milo Ventimiglia eats. (But Milo’s a big junk food junky too, he's a bit of a paradox, that man). What does he feed Jess, by the way? In his first appearance he was planning to stuff his already neglected and malnourished nephew full of Corn Flakes and Pop Tarts.

Grandpa here is going to live to be 115 probably, but only if you shut up, you're already sending him to an early grave.

EVERYONE STOP EATING AND TALKING. THE QUEEN HAS ARRIVED! Anyone else think its funny that Lorelai and Rory and Luke are ilke the mayors of Stars Hollow who know everything down to when the mailman's dog farts but nobody knows who Shane is, where she came from, who her family is, when she moved in, where she lives, how she ended up with Jess...ANYTHING? Nobody even seems to know her name? Silence from Miss Patty and Babette? Lane and Dean never informed Rory that Jess was never in school, that he supposedly pulled the fire alarm, stole 500 baseballs, etc etc. again, shouldn't Lane be absolutely losing her mind to spill this piping hot tea that Jess has been hooking up with some mysterious blond skankbag all summer? And Dean too, shouldn't he always be dying to tell Rory anything that would cast Jess in an unfavorable light and make her think less of him? What is with this town where they'll hold an emergency meeting because he drew on a sidewalk with some chalk but when he actually does something worth talking about, nobody wants to narc on him? They fear him, that's what it is. What is Shane's last name by the way? I made up a poll and asked you to decide on her last name and I'm currently awaiting the results, which I will use going forward.

Jess and Shane continue to give Rory Gilmore a sexual awakening so immense it could knock our fucking solar system out of alignment. That boom you just heard was Jupiter and Saturn crashing into one another from the sheer force of Rory Gilmore's quivering loins.

Tomatos Sign. I wonder how much money Jessica Kiper was paid to stick her tongue in Milo's mouth and say "Hey" and "Jess". Did she have to audition? I would do the job for free. I would keep screwing up just so the director could yell "Cut" and I could do as many takes as possible. Warner Brothers could own me for the rest of my life just for that opportunity.

Meow! All she did was say his name, lol. Someone's cranky. You know what would cure that bad mood? A good handjob from Shane (last name soon to be announced). This whole "no strings attached sexual gratification" deal that was seemingly dropped in his lap? Meh, whatever. He'll do it, but he'll be reading the entire time. Meanwhile, this is Dean waiting 5 years for Rory to put out:

(By the way, Mr. Mariano, don't ever tell a woman to "relax") Jess sighs and leaves in the middle of his shift (Lorelai should be proud), leaving his customers wondering where their pancakes are, to go have sex with Shane somewhere public and indecent, leaving Rory in their horny wake. Perhaps Jess has the intuition that the cold, clammy, looming hand of Celibacy (aka his own hand and a jumbo size bottle of lotion) will soon be upon him so he better seize these opportunities.

Love it when she says shit like this as if her boyfriend Dean Forrester is some fucking chatterbox (he'll grunt a few words as he's also a typical teenage boy like Jess and she'll go "That's So INTERESTING Dean! Do go on. I love you, little buttered croissant"), and also like she should actually expect Jess to talk around her when he knows she's going to pick on him even worse if he does have something to say.

Too late. That's hilarious- I forgot that Dean was about to show up just now and prove my point.

She's still wearing that stupid quarter on a string on her wrist. I will give this show credit for being very consistent with some of the small details like this. Every day for 2+ years straight, Alexis Bledel shows up at Wardrobe and they slap that thing on her wrist. That cup is HUGE.

Yeah. What? I could teach a comatose goldfish to say "I already ate breakfast." The hell is your point?

Oh god. It's that episode where Kirk and Lorelai go on a "Date". I do not remember how it goes but I'm gonna take a stab in the dark here and predict that it was sufficiently awkward. Honestly...Lorelai has done MUCH worse before and will continue to do much worse than Kirk. Mommy issues aside, Kirk has more redeeming qualities than Max or Crusty. Like, at least Kirk is ambitious. Lorelai is still only a few months removed from banging Crusty who wouldn't know the meaning of hard work if it bit him in the ass. I hope something bites Crusty in the ass. Like a rabid possum. Kirk...."Let's go out...In two weeks. I heard you have a cold. It takes two weeks for a virus to leave the immune system." He's also smart and would survive the pandemic. "You might be the prettiest girl I've ever seen. Outside of a filthy magazine."

It's the first day of senior year for Rory and our other Stars Hollow teens.

It's all downhill for Rory after high school.

Nobody tell her. L: I cannot go out with Kirk! R: Why not? L: He's Kirk! Poor Neurodivergent Kirk.

Fixed it.

i was about to say "What the what! Lorelai is actually pouring her own cereal?" but it's Rory wno's making her own breakfast and Lorelai is just pouring marshmallows into the bowl (who does that? That's not a thing. Here in The United States of America, there are already cereals that come with marshmallows). I mean, at least she's eating at home and "helping". Good for you for helping to feed to your chiild, Lorelai. Even if she's eschewing the (marginally) more healthy Raisin Bran in favor of Rice Krispies. I'm going to add a new feature to the ends of these posts: I call it: Things Googled While Watching GIlmore GIrls. Birthday Party Icons, How Old To Buy CIgarettes in Connecticut, Definition of Proclivities, How Many Words Can A Parrot Learn

[twsthc]

twst character playlists pt. 2 🎧☆

⚠️ warnings: not a warning but i just wanted to say that i have 2-3 asks in my drafts rn!!! i have not been ignoring you ive been procrastinating studying for finals and sleeping ^_^!!! they should be answered soon i prommy, ty for ur patience <3

last updated: december 17, 2023

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Riddle: Red Velvet - Day 1 , Lee Hi - Only , Laufey - Promise , Beabadoobe - Glue Song , Men I Trust - Show Me How , Humming Urban Stereo - Banana Shake

cutie patootie basically

also music thats easy to study to!!! i just swiped this from my study playlist.

Ace: VANO 3000 - Running Away [adult swim] , Gorillaz Ft. Kali Uchis - She's My Collar , Worthikids - Friends In Low Places , Joey Valence & Brae - GUMDROP

music i listen to in roller skating rinks and drinking slurpees and crying

only ace uses a skateboard and probably wouldn't be crying and would drink the cola icee instead of the blue raspberry one

Deuce: AC/DC - Highway to Hell , Dominic Fike - Mama's Boy , The Offspring - Pretty Fly (For A White Guy) , Army Of Lovers - Crucified , Joan Jett and the Blackhearts - Bad Reputation

"ACDC stands for acedeuce" -someone from the twsthc server

ummm not really much to add to this. deucepel canon. join my server

Cater: Aliyah's Interlude - IT GIRL , Girls Generation - Gee , IVE 아이브 - After LIKE , NewJeans - Super Shy , LE SSERAFIM - Eve, Psyche & The Bluebeard's wife

BITCH, YOU KNOW IM SEXY. UGH! DONT CALL, JUST TEXT ME XP

cater is a kpop stan and knows all the lyrics and dances and hums them randomly whilst walking down the hallway i saw her

Trey: Fuji Kaze - Shinunoga E-Wa , CAFUNÉ - Tek It , monsune - OUTTA MY MIND , piri & tommy - soft spot , Essosa - Waste My Time , Tatsuro Yamashita - Fragile

chill as fuck. in his zone. moisturized. at peace.

he plays this on low levels as he bakes and while hes studying

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Leona: SZA - Broken Clocks , Childish Gambino - Redbone , Kendrick Lamar , Money Trees , Tyler, The Creator - See You Again , willowsmith - Wait a Minute! , Tyla - Water

leona is a part of the sassy male apocalypse

listens to Broken Clocks while its raining like he just went thru a breakup (he didnt)

Ruggie: Chief Keef - I Don't Like , jnhygs - JERK! , babyxsosa - EVERYWHERE I GO , Flo Milli - Conceited , Ice Spice - Princess Diana , Brent Faiyaz - Been Away (Jersey Club Remix) 

n i just fell n luv w a gangster, so he put my name n a tatt

but i dont let em come 2 the crib, so we get it on where we at

Jack: Outkast - Ms. Jackson , Destiny's Child - Bills, Bills, Bills , The Notorious B.I.G - Big Poppa , MF DOOM - Rapp Snitch Knishes , 2Pac - California Love

lalalalalaaa

my favorite african american

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Azul: Queen - Killer Queen , Joan Sebastion - Secreto de Amor , Caravan Palace - Rock It For Me , Lady Gaga - Americano , Chicago - We Both Reached For the Gun

once again older jazzy sounding songs

also electroswing. the octatrio are electroswing, and the Chicago musical

Jade: The Buttress - Brutus , Elita Harkov - Sour Switchblade , Elita Harkov - Mentally Not Here , KikuoHana - 不幸屋の娘 , NASTYONA - 09 요단강

in part one i put their cute girly girl hiking mushroom collecting playlist but here is their fucked up evil plotting and biting playlist

also useful for studying and lounge shifts! three in one!

Floyd: DIGITAL CIRCUS - Pilot Official Soundtrack , Kikuo - 天国へ行こう , Rufus Wainwright - Another Believer , Chuu - Heart Attack (sped up) , SB Soundtrack - Clownfish Capers

what can i say

silly goofy music for a silly goofy guy

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Kalim: Heavenly - P.U.N.K Girl , No Doubt - Just A Girl , TWINKLE ♡ HEART/jun 音源 , Cascada - Everytime We Touch (Nightcore) , Dolly Style - Cherry Gum (Nightcore) , S3RL - All That I Need

hime gyaru kalim lives

i snuck in nightcore and S3RL im really not sorry

Jamil: Marie Madeleine - Swimming Pool , X-RAY SPEX - I Am a Poseur , Vundabar - Alien Blues , Memo Boy - Insomniac

just a girl

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Vil: Lady Gaga - Beautiful, Dirty, Rich , Barry Manilow - At the Copa , NewJeans - ETA , Judy Singh - Up and Down , Amy Winehouse - Stronger Than Me

Epel: MF DOOM - Doomsday , Primus - The Devil Went Down To Georgia , The Crane Wives - The Moon Will Sing , October Country - My Girlfriend Is a Witch ,

The Devil Went Down To Georgia is the type of shit epel would listen to while performing the most back breaking nail chipping farm chores

Rook: I Monster - Lust for a Vampyr , Kali Uchis - I Wish you Roses , peace - stolen dance , Lamp - From The Window ,

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Idia: TOPHAMHAT-KYO -Princess♂ , LamazeP - 難聴系男子が倒せない , Bokusatsu Tenshi Dokuro-chan OP , BLEND-A - Bon Appetit S , Bakudan Poppy - Oha-Yo-del , Dancing Samurai

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Malleus: Soap&Skin - Me and the Devil , Yoko Kanno - Green Bird

Silver: Korn - All in the Family , batta - chase , Lil Boodang - Jesus Don't Like That I'm Gay but Satans Cool With It , My Chemical Romance - Teenagers ,

yes thats the name of that song

emo teen music, not cos theyre an emo teen but cos lilia introduced the genre

Sebek: deaf, doesn't listen to music

Lilia: BABYMETAL - Headbangeeeeerrrrr!!!!! , Graveyardguy (feat. Slayyyter) - Final Girl , NANAOAKARI - One Room Sugar Life

[caliconekouniua]

{Credit to artist}

Slight Yandere!Master Kohga x Reader SMUT

(Story topic from a prompt done by another creator)

Y/n's POV

The scent of caramelized sugar wafted through the Yiga hideout. Slipping on some baking mits, I grab my confection creation and use my hip to close the over door before setting down my sweet treats onto the counter.

I began to add a few finishing touches to the banana scones I made. As I dust some powdered sugar along the scones I feel someone's warm breath against my neck. With my insanely fast thinking and reflexes. I grabbed the closest thing to me that could be used as a weapon which just so happened to be a fork.

I spin around and bring my arm down to stab whoever it was that snuck up on me, but they were much faster. Suddenly I'm pushed back and pinned against the counter. My face flushes at how close I am to my attacker.

I look up to see a familiar... Mask? My eyes widen. "M-master Kohga!?" I squeak. I quickly noticed the placement of his hands. One on my hips and the other pinning my wrists above my head. "I am so sorry! I didn't know it was you." The words spill from my lips.

I hear him chuckle behind his mask. It was deeper than I expected, almost raspy. It was very attractive. "Good reflexes, your choice of weapon was poor but that can easily be fixed." He stated with that same deep voice. It sent shivers down my spine.

Kohga released my wrists but his hand lingered on my hip causing my flustered heart to beat faster. He pulled away completely and I felt a pang of sadness run through me but quickly brushed it off.

"Since you tried to attack me I see that it's only fair for me to have the first scone." I sigh and nod. "Yeah. Again, I'm sorry Master Kohga. I didn't know it was you." I turn around and pick up one of the scones and hand one to him. "Careful, they are still a little warm." I warn him.

He lifted his mask slightly and I quickly advert my eyes out of respect. Though I would greatly like to see his face. I hear a light groan of happiness from Kohga making my skin tingle. "You don't have to look away. I trust you and Sooga enough to see my face." I was awestruck.

I turn and watch as he locks the kitchen door before taking off his mask and hood. His hair was a deep charcoal black down to his ears. He had a four 'o clock shadow also black. His left eye was brown but his right eye was red. I realized I was staring and quickly looked away.

"Thank you. It's an honor, Master Kohga." He finished his scone and licked the left over sugar from his fingers before turning his gaze to me. He walked over to me and I moved out of the way thinking he wanted another scone. He raised an eyebrow and walked closer to me.

I realize I was against the wall and he gently pushed me back and placed one of his hands on his hip and the other on my mask which was black and red and only covered my mouth and nose. "May I?" He asked. My breath hitched and I nod. He pulled my mask down and left it to hang around my neck before brushing his fingers across my lips.

I parted my lips and he leaned in capturing my lips with his and put his hand on the back of my neck pulling me closer. A small noise escaped me and he chuckled into the kiss. I felt like I was in heaven. Unfortunately we had to pull away for air.

As I was catching my breath Kohga moved to my neck, gently kissing and biting. I let out a moan as he hit my sweet spot and felt him nudge my legs apart, pressing his knee against my core.

"K-kohga~" I moaned. "I've been watching you since you got here, Y/n. I tried to convince myself this feeling was just a crush, but when one of my lackeys began flirting with you... Let's just say he's no longer with us." He chuckled darkly.

My eyes widened. "Tell me, sweetheart. Do you want this as bad as I do?" He questioned, pulling back to see my face. I nod with heavy eyes. "Goddess yes." I breathe. He smirked and pulled me against him. I felt an odd sensation surrounding my body before it settled and I was pushed back.

I braced to hit the wall but I fell further and hit a soft bed instead. Kohga climbed on top of me and pinned my wrists above my head with one hand and used the other to gently knead my breast. Another moan escaped my mouth but it was cut off by his lips.

After a moment he pulled away. "As much as I would love hearing you call me Master, id rather hear you scream my name." He grinned. I blush and nod, unable to formulate words. I decide to get a little cocky and use my training to flip Kohga over.

I let my fingers find his belt and unbuckle it before carefully pulling down his pants. Kohga sat up and watched as I gently palmed him through his boxers. I could see the tent forming and giggled softly. "Hey, what are you laughing at?" He asked. "Nothing! I'm just excited." I quickly respond.

I pull his boxers down and his Cock sprung out. He wasn't too big but he wasn't by any means small either. It was perfect. Perfect length, perfect size. I look up for permission and he nods. I gently lick the tip that's glazed with precum and he lets out a low moan. I feel myself getting wetter at the sound.

Taking his tip into my mouth I gently suck and begin taking in more. Kohga's hand makes its way into my hair. "Fuck, sweetheart. Just like that." I gain more confidence in his praise and take him completely into my mouth until his tip reaches the back of my throat and my nose touches his pubic bone.

I let him guide me by my hair and bob up and down to his own pace. I feel his body stiffen when he pulls me off of him. A string of saliva connecting my lips to his tip. "Damn, sweetheart. As much as I want you to keep going I've been dreaming of being inside you." With that he easily flips us and starts working on my pants. I help him with my belt and he slides them off.

I feel his wet tip against my soaking core beneath the tiny fabric that is my panties and moan. Kohga kneeled down and hooked his fingers into my panties, pulling them down. I gasp as the chilly night air hits my core.

"Fuck, Y/n. You're soaked..." Before I could respond I felt his tongue slide through my folds and cried out in pleasure. "K-kohga! Fuck that feels so good." He chuckled, the vibrations driving me crazy. Suddenly I feel one of his fingers gently slide inside and gasp at the foreign feeling. "O~ooh."

"Damn, you're tight. Is this your first time sweetheart?" He asked, keeping his finger still for a moment. "Yes, but I trust you and I want you to be my first." I admit. He gently began thrusting his finger in and out causing me to let out little gasps and moans.

"You're doing so well for me, sweetheart, think you can take another finger?" He questioned and I whined needily. He chuckled and slid in another finger, carefully thrusting in and out. Out of nowhere I feel his tongue against my clit and I almost scream from the blinding white pleasure it causes.

I buck my hips against his tongue and fingers desperately and just as I was about to release, he pulled away completely. I let out a needy whine causing him to laugh lightly.

"Calm down, I'm just getting started." Kohga moved up and pressed his lips against mine as he carefully lined himself up. "Are you ready?" He asked. I nod quickly and let out a short breathy scream as he entered me. "Oh, fuck sweetheart. You're perfect." I blush and focus on the pleasure that is overriding the slight pain.

"Let me know when you are ready." He whispered in my ear gently kissing my neck. I let out a few deep breaths until the pain subsided. "Okay." Kohga pulls out before thrusting back in and setting a pleasurable pace. "Ah~ F-fuck, Kohga! It feels so good." I cry out and press my blushing face into his neck.

"Fuck, sweetheart. Everything about you is perfect. From your cooking to your body to your personality. It's all mine. You are mine, got it?" He growled as he quickened his pace causing me to moan and smile at his words. I feel my stomach begin to tighten again as stars danced before my eyes.

"K-kohga! I'm so close." I moan out. "Me too, tell me you belong to me and we'll cum together, sweetheart." He said breathlessly, gently moving my thighs over his shoulder moving deeper inside. "H-aaahh, I-im yours Kohga. Ah!" He smashed his lips against mine hungrily and I came undone.

"Kohga!" I cried out. "Y/n." He groaned releasing inside of me. He slowed down and gently rode our orgasms out. Once I came down from my high, Kohga carefully pulled out. I notice the blood on him and his bed and quickly apologize.

"Shit! I'm sorry Kohga." He looked down and chuckled. "It's fine, sweetheart. It can be washed." I nuzzled into his neck as exhaustion began to over take my mind. Kohga gently kissed my forehead. "Go to sleep, Sweetheart. I've got you." I smiled and closed my eyes, sleep quickly overtaking my tired body.

Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed it.

[janetbrown711]

Well, Well, Look Who's Inside Again

MK finds out Tang had "sleepover" with Pigsy after New Years, and invites him to play a game or two.

tw for references to child/domestic abuse (both emotional and physical), as well as homophobia

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 8.5 Part 9 Part 10 Part 10.5 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

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Despite New Years being an incredibly long night for MK and Mei alike, kids were kids and they still rose with the sun over Megapolis and far before Pigsy did, which was usual for holidays and weekends.

Since it was holiday break, that meant MK and Mei had a few more hours than usual before they had to go to the restaurant to help out, which was also why despite any pre-existing tiredness, they embraced the early daylight.

Well– MK did anyways, Mei was always a heavier sleeper. He didn’t mind though, emerging from his room into the delicate sanctity of the empty living room without much trouble. He was silent as ever, closing his door and barely making a sound as he snuck himself a banana which he ate in record time before strategically placing it under paper plates in the trash so nobody’d find it.

After that he went over to the couch and proceeded to get a head start on building the pillow fort for the game he and Mei liked to play, draping blankets over couch cushions and lamps alike until there were about three separate areas. Now all MK really had to do was wait for his bestest friend.

However, strangely enough, it wasn't Mei's door that opened first, but Pigsy's and–

"Mr. Tang? What're you doing here?" MK tilted his head, noticing the man was in one of Pigsy’s robes and one of his shirts too– and his pajamas pants.

The poor guy nearly tripped over himself before his eyes went to MK in his fort.

"H-h-hi, MK! Fancy seeing you here!" Tang smiled, clutching a hand over his heart.

"I live here," MK blinked.

"That you do," the man gave a laugh even MK could tell was forced. "See, I was just– um– I was going to use the–"

MK stared at him, noticing his hair was disheveled, his glasses were crooked, and he was apparently also borrowing Pigsy's slippers.

"Is Pigsy awake?" MK decided to ask.

"Ah– no," Tang said apologetically.

"Then why are you here?" He tilted his head again.

“Well– umm–” Tang looked around the apartment, clearly looking for a way out of what he must be thinking as an awkward conversation– though MK couldn’t fathom why he’d think that.

“Did you have a sleepover?” MK asked further.

This made Tang even more red in the face, before he cleared his throat and nodded. “Y-yes– a sleepover– I wasn’t in any condition to really go home last night and so Pigsy helped me out– in a way,” Tang muttered that last bit, but MK shrugged it off, satisfied he got his answer.

“Sooo… um… W-what’re you playing?” Tang decided to ask since MK didn’t say anything else.

“Oh, I’m not playing yet– waiting for Mei,” MK briefly explained, adjusting some pillows and a stack of books.

“Ahhh, I see,” Tang smiled and looked around. “Quite the elaborate set up you got here; I must say, I’m impressed.”

MK perked up. “You really think so?”

“Of course!” The scholar laughed. “It takes an impressive eye to see all of Pigsy’s things and be able to transform it into all of this. You’ve got quite the creative mind, MK.”

“Oh, you know, it’s just making a mess– you should see how quickly I can put it all away, Mei says that’s the real impressive part,” He laughed to himself as he adjusted a blanket.

“Really?” Tang sat on the ground under one of the forts.

MK nodded proudly. “I’m a master at cleaning, according to Piggy n’ Mei.”

The scholar’s face twitched ever so slightly, which MK noticed too, but that meant anything then Tang didn’t say.

“Well, that’s very impressive, MK,” Tang said instead, so MK was probably just seeing things. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time...

“So… what’s the game?” The scholar asked.

“It changes a lot, but most of the time it’s about hiding from the sleeping dragon,” MK explained. “We need the forts because if the dragon wakes up and they hear you, they burst in and eat you.”

“Wow, that’s a mean dragon,” Tang laughed a little strangely. “Is it always Mei who’s the dragon and you’re the–... victim?”

MK shook his head. “Me n’ Mei take turns.”

“Right, right,” Tang nodded, scratching his neck– which MK just realized he hadn’t really seen before.

“Mr. Tang, why do you always wear a scarf?” MK asked with zero hesitation.

Tang’s face turned dark red. “I– oh wow– I totally forgot I’m not wearing it right now,” He laughed nervously, his hand covering the back right side of it.

“Yeah, why aren’t you in your clothes?” MK was still confused about that.

“Ah– they got all soaked in the weather last night, it’s nothing really– Pigsy was just so generous– anyways–” Tang coughed. “I wear my scarf because I… like it. Makes me feel safe.”

“I don’t like wearing scarves, they make me feel all… chokey,” MK shuddered.

“To each their own,” Tang said without any judgment, which felt… strange coming from an adult.

“I hate the neckties they make us wear at school,” MK added, fiddling with a book pile. “They’re really annoying.”

Tang laughed. “I’ve never understood school uniforms, I always hated them as a kid.”

“The shirts are so itchy,” MK agreed.

“And the teachers? Yikes,” Tang ran fingers through his hair.

“I hate Headmaster Jianxi, he makes Pigsy feel bad,” MK crossed his arms. “And Miss Yang is mean too.”

Mr. Tang thought for a second. “Do you ever wish you could switch schools, MK?”

“No, I need Mei,” MK quickly dismissed the idea.

“Well, what if she transferred with you?” The man then suggested, and MK had to think about that.

“I… No. Teachers suck everywhere,” he ultimately decided– and that wasn’t mentioning how Mei knew the place and seemed to be okay with it and even liked parts of it. Plus, it was what her parents wanted for her and MK understood that her parents were nice.

Mr. Tang didn’t seem happy about that though, giving a long sigh. “It won’t be like this forever, you know that, right?”

MK furrowed his brows, unsure of what he was implying.

The man laughed a little awkwardly. “I– what I mean is– um–...” he looked away, fiddling with the collar of the gigantic robe. “Not all teachers are terrible, and you’ll probably find one you like in the future. You’re only seven, your life isn’t over.”

“Oh– uh… okay,” MK slowly nodded. “I guess you’re right.”

“Yes! And– and you shouldn’t force yourself to be miserable for the sake of others, so if you really, really, really don’t like that school–”

“I like the school, Mr. Tang. The play yard is cool,” MK lied, uncomfortable with all the concern.

“Right… right, of course, I’m not trying to force you to do anything, of course, I just–... you know what, I think I should go back to Pigsy,” Tang sighed and rubbed his face before getting up, but MK grabbed his (or technically Pigsy’s) pajama pants.

“I don’t want you to go– you left early last night too,” MK pleaded, surprised to see how surprised Tang looked.

“You… missed me?” Tang fiddled with the robe collar again.

“Yeah! Nainai and Mr. Zhu are… they aren’t you and Piggy,” MK still didn’t know how he felt about his grand”guardians”.

“Oh, of course,” Tang sat back on the ground in front of the boy. “Last night wasn’t too hard, was it?”

MK looked away.

Mr. Zhu was weird, and started smoking the second Pigsy was out of sight with Tang. It had sparked an argument between him and Nainai, which almost made MK cry, but Mei held his hand, which was nice. When the fireworks started going off, Nainai’s yelling only got angrier as she blamed Mr. Zhu for there not being any seats left, and Mr. Zhu then called her something MK’s ‘baba’ had called his ‘mama’ often, which had brought back a lot of bad memories and made him feel worse.

After a bit of squabbling, Nainai took Mei and MK’s hands and dragged them away from Mr. Zhu to a little spot where they could all sit. She then acted like nothing had happened at all and even started to braid Mei’s hair. She started going on and on about how she always wanted a granddaughter and how Mei was so pretty and smart and talented and reminded her of herself. After a bit, Mr. Zhu came back and just sat next to MK, and Nainai didn’t acknowledge him at all, just going on and on about how she was when she was a girl and how her mother was a saint and all these things. Meanwhile MK could just feel the cigarette smoke pushing down his neck. He tried looking to Mei for comfort, but Nainai had kept her head forward so she could braid easily, so MK was… kinda alone.

When the fireworks ended, MK was exhausted and asked to go back, to which Nainai had said the night was hardly over and there were so many things she could still buy for them, and yadda yadda yadda. Meanwhile, Mr. Zhu laughed at MK and said he reminded him of ‘your punk guardian’ when he was a kid, and it just made him feel weird and confused and sad. He almost cried, but Mr. Zhu had told him ‘it was a joke’ and to ‘not take it so soft’ and that ‘at least he wasn’t a ‘yutao’ like Pigsy was’, which just sounded even more mean.

When Nainai heard that, she scolded Mr. Zhu more and told MK not to cry because Mr. Zhu was "just like that" and he was also "just trying to get a reaction out of you". She then went and bought MK and Mei more things before they all went back to Pigsy’s place, and she insisted on tucking him in even though he didn’t want to and she kissed his forehead and tried removing his bandana. She didn’t like it when he fought on it, but muttered something under her breath eventually and let it be until she told him goodnight and finally– finally left.

MK hadn’t had the energy to go and spend the night with Mei.

“No, it was good,” MK lied again. “I just missed you. Plus, you seemed scared when you left.”

“O-oh… I… yeah, I guess I was,” Tang sighed. “I wish I could tell you why, but… I don’t know. Sometimes loud noises just overwhelm me and I get scared and jumpy. I know it isn’t normal, but I also don’t know how to stop it.”

“Oh…” MK slowly nodded. “That’s okay. I sometimes hear buzzes my teachers n’ parents say aren’t real.”

Tang smiled warmly. “Thanks, MK.”

MK gave a cheesy grin and thumbs up that made Tang laugh.

Good. It was working.

“So… um… do you want to play with me n’ Mei?” MK offered.

“O-oh! I– I’m not too old, am I?” He laughed nervously.

“No one’s too old, Mr. Tang,” MK laughed too.

“Well then… I guess I could use the de-stressor,” Tang joked mostly to himself, but MK just rolled with it.

“Okay! Um… we could set up another house, but I don’t think Pigsy has enough couches,” he looked around to confirm his suspicions.

“Wouldn’t it heighten the challenge if we keep the same amount? That way it’s more likely one of the two of us will lose?” Tang asked.

“Oh! Ummmmmm… yeah, it would,” MK ultimately agreed, despite the fact he hated losing. Then again, maybe Tang was right and it’d be more fun– he’d just have to give it a shot, right? It was what he wanted anyways.

As if right on cue, Mei’s door opened and she tiredly stumbled her way over, her hair still in multiple little braids from the night before.

“Good morning, Mei,” Tang chuckled.

“Mr. Tang? What’re you doing here?” Mei rubbed her eyes.

“He and Piggy had a sleepover so he’s gonna join us,” MK grinned at his friend, who looked at Tang.

“Sleepover?” She asked him, and the scholar's face turned deep red.

“W-well– it was just so late and I was exhausted– it was more of a ‘he nursed me back to help’ type situation– really, it wasn’t like it was all that personal really, it was just– not that I don’t like Pigsy or appreciate his help–! We’re really good friends, it’s just– you know– it was– well it was very nice and all, I’m not trying to sound ungrateful– but I just– you know– it was–”

“Okay,” Mei shrugged, and Tang sighed a huge breath of relief.

“So, uh… is it okay if he plays with us?” MK asked her.

Mei looked at him and thought long and hard (or at least pretended to by tapping her chin and tilting her head back and forth). “Mmmmmmm, he does owe us for last night…”

The scholar blushed. “R-right, I’m–”

“Silence, I am thinking,” Mei stuck a finger in Tang’s face, which made MK giggle.

For further drama, Mei circled around the scholar, who looked completely lost for what he was supposed to do. He just kept looking at MK who gave him two thumbs up that the man returned, which MK found funny.

After a bit of this though, Mei came to her verdict.

“He can play. It’ll be fun to kill him,” She grinned.

“Aha… just like old times,” Tang pulled a bit on his borrowed t-shirt’s collar. MK tilted his head, which made the man quickly shake it off. “Nevermind– let's get playing, no?”

“Okay! I’ll be first!” Mei grinned mischievously and jumped over the couch so she could get behind the forts. “I’m going to sleep! Such a sleepy little dragon am I,” Mei giggled as she curled into a ball and began to “snore” at a volume that could rival Pigsy.

“Okay, so what do we do now?” Tang whispered to MK.

“Well, we gotta try and not be too loud, and whenever Mei stops snoring we can’t make a sound or else she'll wake up,” MK explained, already crawling over to a different fort than he started.

“Ah, okay I see,” Tang started moving around too when Mei went silent and the both of them froze and looked at each other.

Mei went back to snoring.

“So, how many times can she, you know, just go back to sleep?” Tang asked as he and MK again switched their forts.

“One time she actually fell asleep, but that was kinda funny,” MK giggled until Mei stopped snoring again.

She continued.

“So she can do this all day? No limits?” Tang puzzled.

“It’s why we’ve never asked Piggy to play; he snores great, but I’m pretty sure he’d sleep too,” MK laughed and this time when Mei stopped snoring he didn’t stop in time.

“RAH! I’m gonna get you!” Mei cackled dramatically, and Tang and MK scrambled to different forts before Mei snuck behind the one Tang was in and tackled him.

“Got you, Mr. Tang! Omnomnomnomnom,” Mei started “eating” his arm and the man laughed while blankets and pillows fell everywhere, though MK was quick to try and fix it for them.

“Okay, so that means it’s now your turn, Mr. Tang,” MK informed, realigning some books.

“Sure, if you can get this little dragon off of me,” Tang tried shaking his arm out with a laugh as Mei kept ‘biting’.

“Sorry MK, you’re no match for this hungry gal,” She flashed him a cheeky grin and continued eating his arm.

“Meiiiiiiiiiiiiii,” MK huffed and the girl stopped and rolled her eyes.

“Alright, alright, I hears ya,” She got off of Tang and helped MK rebuild the fort, while Tang glanced at the boy.

“MK, that was a little mean don’t you think?” he whispered.

MK froze.

“I-I didn’t mean to– I-I–”

“Woah there– I was just– maybe let Mei do what she wants for a little bit longer, alright? She’s just having fun,” Tang placed a hand on MK’s shoulder, which he didn’t like.

“Okay, Mr. Tang,” He straightened himself out a bit.

Tang smiled a little sadly (which MK double didn’t like) and finished the fort before going behind as Mei had and curling into a ball.

“There’s no way ol’ Tang’s gonna win against us, right MK? We’re champs at this,” Mei grinned with pride as she went from one fort to the other.

“Y-yeah! We’re– we’re good at this,” MK couldn’t help but feel shaken for some reason and he hated it.

Mei looked like she was going to say something, but Tang stopped snoring and they had to freeze. That didn’t stop her from looking at him, though MK certainly didn’t look at her.

…Jeez, how long was Tang going to not snore???

He could see Mei trying to mouth his name out of the corner of his eye but properly ignored it.

Tang finally continued his snoring.

“Dude, what the heck?” Mei looked at him.

“I’m trying to win, Mei, duhhh,” MK lied with a laugh.

“Oohhhh, I see how it is,” Mei bought it with a smirk. “Smart.”

“That’s why they call me ‘smartie kid’,” MK grinned.

“Who? Miss Jiayi?” Mei laughed. “She doesn't count.”

“I– other people call me smart!” MK protested, feeling his face get hot.

Tang stopped snoring, so MK just tried to hide his face and Mei covered her mouth to stop her laughing.

He continued.

“You almost got me caught!” Mei accused.

“What?! How is your stupid joke my fault?” MK was genuinely confused.

Mei blew a raspberry and laughed while continuing her regular switching pattern while MK just felt very, very lost and… and bad too.

He tried shaking it off for the game's sake and continued crawling.

“Your dorky face got all red– it’s funny,” Mei informed with a giggle, but MK’s face just got hotter.

“I-I’m just– trying to win, haha,” MK lied yet again, barely even moving.

“Ahhh I see, the statue strategy,” Mei squinted as she continued to move.

“Yes–! It’s– um– a new thing I’m coming up with, so… uh… yeah,” MK swallowed a lump in his throat.

“I see, you sneaky li’l devil,” Mei grinned.

“Mei, can you n–”

Tang stopped snoring.

MK sighed in annoyance– before realizing that was the exact opposite of what he was meant to do, and the two of them rushed their ways to different forts and Tang ended up tackling an empty one, which MK quickly went to fix.

“See, MK? What’d I tell you? Mr. Tang is no match for us,” Mei crossed her arms smugly.

“Yep yep,” MK forced a weak agreement before picking up the books.

“Drat, it looks like I’ll just have to get you next time,” Tang grinned mischievously at Mei.

“If you even can, oldie,” Mei stuck her tongue out.

Tang gave a fake offended gasp. “How dare you! I’ll have you know I have plenty of youthful years left.”

Mei laughed more. “You’re old~”

“What?! What makes me old, hm?” Tang crossed his arms while MK rolled his eyes and struggled rebuilding.

“You got old man glasses,” Mei pointed out. “And you go to old man schools and study old man things. I bet you even knew that Monkey King guy personally.”

“Woah there, I’m not that old,” Tang laughed.

“Whatever, oldie,” Mei blew a raspberry just as MK was able to finish rebuilding.

“Um, the fort’s rebuilt so–”

“MK…” Mr. Tang glanced at him with this– this look that made MK shrink back.

“Go back to your old person cave, oldie; you’ll need your rest to catch a ‘youngster’ like me,” Mei smirked.

“Oh, I’m not letting you go that easy this time, so you better watch your back,” Tang stood and did one of those ‘I’m watching you’ signals, which Mei returned until Tang was back behind the forts and ‘snoring’ again.

This time, Mei didn’t even try talking to MK, too busy trying to sneak peeks at Mr. Tang and giggling to herself. She didn’t manage to correct in time when he suddenly stopped and this time, he successfully guessed the fort Mei was hiding in and crashed it all down with a big roar.

“Who’s the ‘oldie’ now, huh Mei? Huh?” He grinned wide as he began to tickle Mei who kicked and squealed happily while MK just… watched.

Tang and Mei were destroying the other forts left and right, and MK wanted to fix them, but there really wasn’t a point. They clearly didn’t really want to play– or at least with him.

They were fine on their own. They didn’t need a “nag” like him.

And so quickly and quietly, MK walked out of the living space and made his way to his room where he promptly locked the door before laying on his bed in the dark.

It was just a joke. It was all just “fun” . Why was MK always ruining these things? He didn’t mean to. He never meant to ruin or hurt anyone or anything. He just… did. It was like he was a “no fun” magnet– maybe that’s why Mei was his only friend. No, scratch that– that was why Mei was his only friend.

Jokes jokes jokes jokes jokes– “Lighten up, Xiaotian, it’s just a joke”. “What kind of kid can’t take a joke?” “She’s just having fun”.

Ugh…

…A part of him wondered how long it would take Tang and Mei to notice he was gone.

Another part of him hoped it wouldn’t be for a long, long, long time.

Eventually he heard steps running to his door before there was knocking, and he could hear Mei panting.

“MK– MK, we’re setting it up again, c’mon!” Mei urged him, but MK knew she didn’t really want that– she was having more fun with Mr. Tang.

A secret, third part of MK wished he hadn’t invited Mr. Tang to play at all.

“MK?” Mei knocked again. “MK, you there?”

MK didn’t respond, picking up his beloved monkey Luanshi and hugging them tight as he just stared up at the ceiling in the dark.

He deserved to feel bad about this. He was being mean. And a “bummer”.

“MK..?”

He heard his door’s handle shake, which instinctively made him cling to Luanshi tighter– but it stopped and he could hear Mei going back to the living area to play with Tang again.

Good.

…

MK was disappointed in himself. He was supposed to be acting better for Mr. Pigsy’s sake. He remembered clear as day what Mr. Tao said and how he needed to be good and human, not selfish and mean, and– it didn’t feel right to call those emotions demonic since Pigsy wasn’t any of those, but– well–

Ugh– why did things always have to be so confusing? He really thought being good would be a lot easier. And not his “parents” version of good– actually good.

There was another knock at his door, this one being much softer than the previous had been, which meant it had to be Mr. Tang’s.

“MK..?” The man in question spoke up. “Are you alright?”

MK didn’t feel like answering that, it would just ruin their fun.

“MK, if this is about what I said earlier I’m–... I’m sorry, I was out of line, I’m not your parent– I just– I don’t know why I said that…”

MK glanced at the door over his shoulder but remained curled on his bed.

He heard Tang sigh and sit on the ground with his back against the door. “Pigsy’s a lot better at this than me– which is good because this– this really isn’t my place. I’m so sorry, MK, I shouldn’t– I– I’m just… I’m sorry.”

MK bit his cheek. “Pigsy’s not… my dad either.”

He felt horrible for saying it, but it was what Pigsy believed…

“Oh…” Mr. Tang said quietly.

MK traced over Luanshi’s stitches again and again.

“That–... MK, do… Do you know there are people who love you?”

“Y-yeah, I have Mei,” He said, only half-believing it.

“But me and Pigsy– we love you too… do you know that?”

MK blinked. “I-I, um…”

“MK… I’m… I’m going to ask a personal question, is that okay?”

No. Not really.

“Y-yeah…”

“Did your… ‘parents’... love you?”

Ah, beans.

“I-I um– y-yeah, I think so,” MK half-guessed, half-lied. “Mama would say it sometimes.”

“Would she only say it when she was… intoxicated?”

MK sat up and looked at the door, startled he could guess such a thing.

He heard the man sigh again. “My parents weren’t good either, MK. They didn’t like me or who I was and sometimes they’d… hurt me over it.”

MK hugged Luanshi tighter.

“They’d also make me feel like it was my fault– but it wasn’t. I was just being who I was and they were two full grown adults who just couldn’t handle that. It’s so… it’s just so stupid, looking back,” The man laughed weakly through the door.

MK looked at the door again and slowly but surely crept off his bed and onto the ground. “Did… your parents call you names?”

“A lot… most of which I wouldn’t even dream of sharing with you.”

“My parents called me stupid. And a brat. And a thief, and a bastard, and sneaky, a-and a devil, a-and a demon, a-and–... and other things…”

“I’m sorry, MK. That wasn’t right of them. You’re a great kid,” the man assured.

‘I’m sorry.’

Mr. Tang liked saying ‘I’m sorry’ a lot– it was weird for MK. Adults weren’t supposed to apologize like he did.

MK crept a little closer. “Your parents hit you too?”

“Sometimes my father would, if I failed him.”

“My mama would hit me cuz of her moods n’ drinking– n’ baba would hurt me if I made mama mad.”

“I’m sorry, MK.”

“S’okay.”

“It doesn’t have to be ‘okay’, MK… Things can just suck sometimes.”

MK frowned, finally crawling to the door where he sat with his back turned. “You… you won’t tell Pigsy, will you?”

Tang made a noise at that, something between a wince and a sigh. “He really should know–”

“No-! I’m– I’m supposed to be good for him a-and it’s not even school yet– I can’t let him know I failed now– I-I promised!” MK blurted out.

“Woah, woah, woah– what’s this about a promise?” he heard Tang sit up a little.

MK cursed his stupid brain.

“I– um–”

“MK, Pigsy would love you no matter what– he does love you no matter what,” Tang emphasized. “You don’t have to be anything for him. You can just be–”

“A brat? A-a stupid, selfish brat who ruins everyone else’s games?” MK repeated bitterly, setting Luanshi on his knees and messing with their arms so it looked like they were hitting MK’s head.

“You aren’t a–” Tang stopped himself. “MK, you slipped up, but you are not your mistakes.”

MK huffed.

“MK, I’m not mad at you, and I don’t hate you and neither does Mei– we love you, MK,” the man pleaded a bit and MK just lowered his head.

Mr. Tang didn’t talk for a while, though MK could hear his foot tapping anxiously.

MK was fine with that though, he liked being alone and in the dark.

“MK, I–... I meant what I said earlier; it won’t be like this forever. One day you’ll forget all about your mean parent’s cruelty and you’ll just know the love Pigsy has for you.”

“How do you–...” MK hesitated.

“‘How do I’ what..?”

MK closed his eyes. “How… do you know Pigsy… loves… me..?”

“MK, he adores you and Mei so much– why, he upended his whole entire lifestyle to make room for you two. That’s… not something someone does just because they’re nice and they could,” Tang laughed a little.

MK thought about that. “But… if he… does, then why doesn’t he ever– you know… say it?”

Mr. Tang went quiet for a moment. “I don’t think it’s easy for him. I think… I think he’s been hurt before and he doesn’t like opening himself up because of that– but he does love you, trust me, he does.”

MK thought about that too. “So he… he doesn’t think I’m a brat? Or a thief?”

“No, MK– but if he ever calls you that, I promise he doesn’t mean it. Like– you know he calls me a ‘freeloader’, right? Well, he doesn’t mean it. He’d never kick me out of his restaurant and I’m pretty sure if I ever paid for my noodles, it’d kill him,” the man laughed a little. “When he says those things, he often means the opposite– but if it makes you feel bad, you should tell him, the last thing he wants is to hurt you, MK.”

MK slowly nodded. “Y-yeah, I guess that makes sense.”

He heard Tang hum with relief. “I’m glad I could at least kinda get through to you, MK. You’re a good kid, MK– You’re a really, really good kid.”

The boy rolled his eyes a little at the sappiness. “Thanks, Mr. Tang.”

“No problem, MK… Now, do you want to finish playing our game or do you want to do something else?” He asked softly.

MK looked at Luanshi as his stomach growled. “Is Pigsy awake yet? M’kinda hungry.”

“I can check for you if you’d like,” Tang offered, standing up.

“Yeah, that’d be nice, Mr. Tang,” MK slowly stood too and looked up briefly. “A-and… thank you.”

Mr. Tang chuckled. “It’s no problem, MK. You two are delightful to be around.”

MK laughed a little as he slowly heard Tang walk away.

Well… all things considered, it certainly wasn’t his worst morning ever. It was fun for a little bit there, and… and Tang was cool. He liked knowing Tang, and he also liked knowing what he knew. He was cool.

He… wasn’t sure if he believed he or Pigsy really loved him yet, though. Heck, he barely even knew what love was, except that it was like what he and Mei had as long time friends. He knew that parents were supposed to love their kids, but his parents hadn’t and Pigsy and Tang weren’t his parents, so it left a lot of question marks in the air…

Oh well, MK had time to figure that out in the future. For now he needed to apologize to Mei for running off and being weird, but he wasn’t worried about that; Mei was pretty cool too. And besides, the sooner he apologized the sooner he could start feeling better, and then he could just focus on thinking about how good breakfast was going to be.

MK was going to be fine.

[amywhereyouwant]

Some TOH HCs I wanted to share

There are a LOT of them, so They're under the read more for your scrolling convenience

Luz

-Uses She/They pronouns

-Would watch the entirety of Sword Art Online just to be able to shit on it properly

-Eats way too much Shredded Cheese even though she’s Lactose Intolerant

-Has made a Your mom joke to Willow only to remember she doesn’t have one

-Mains King in Tekken and made a custom attire trying to make it look like the other King

-Screenpeeks religiously in Split Screen Multiplayer

-Predicted Hecazura 2 books into the series, still won’t shut up about it

-Relatively known Digital Artist, her blog probably took off when she started making art of the Demon Realm 

-Hates baking

-Helps Amity bake out of the kindness of her heart(Also seeing Amity enjoying herself is really nice)

-Had a cold once, hasn’t had a Human Realm illness since

-Has SH scars from her depressed period back in the human realm(S3E1), still ashamed over them

-Quotes Memes constantly, only Hunter understands what she’s talking about

-Cracked a rib tripping on a rug on her way to bed

Amity

-Absolutely hates Bugs, like, genuinely despises them

-Does not know how computers work, but still tries to use Luz’s laptop to look up date ideas

-Can and will dress as the most stereotypical Witch ever

-Adopted(All 3 Blight Kids are in my HC)

-Likes to bake

-Does not know how to bake

-Gets sick constantly

-Works out a lot so she can help out with rebuilding the Isles(and also a little bit for Luz)

-Used to apologise a lot for minor things(Pre-timeskip)

-REALLY Bummed she didn’t get to see Titan Luz

-Watched the barbie movie the same day Gus watched Oppenheimer

Gus

-Goes nonverbal when stressed out, uses Illusions and his palisman to communicate

-Cried for hours when he finished the last Cosmic Frontier book, even though it was a happy ending

-Likes the idea of Professional Wrestling, but wishes the fights were to the death

-Quotes Cosmic Frontier as a Vocal Stim

-Dramatically perishes in Matt’s arms on the regular

-Headcanons O'Bayley to look exactly like Hunter just for the memes

-Thinks Human 2D Animation is the most beautiful thing to have ever been created

-Watched Across the Spider-Verse and Begged for Luz to draw a Spider-Suit for him, she did one for everyone

-Got really jealous when everyone else got flapjack tattoos, then he realised he could just make one of his own with an Illusion

-Got insanely mad when he learned about Human Discrimination(“How can you hate someone for something they can’t change? That’s ridiculous!”)

-Watched Oppenheimer the same day Amity and Hunter watched the Barbie Movie

Hunter

-LOVES Dino Nuggies

-Didn’t know Dinosaurs were real for a while until Luz showed them to him, Velociraptors are his favourite because “They’re like Wolves but Lizards!” (They’re not)

-Has a tumblr account where he posts about Wolves, Luz is his only follower

-Definitely has a Fursona

-Kicks Luz’s ass at most video games, except for Halo 2 specifically(I wonder why)

-”Will you go out with me?” “Hunter we’ve been dating for a year” “Oh.”

-Thinks Huggbees’ How it’s actually made videos are 100% Legit and honest

-Made Willow a Flower Shirt to match his Wolf Shirt

-Wears Willow’s Flower Shirt he made

-Imagine Dragons is his favourite band

-Has Epilepsy

-Steals Willow’s dresses sometimes

-Found Nicole Coenen on YouTube, showed her to luz “She looks kinda like Amity!”(Nobody else sees the resemblance)

-Probably plays a LOT of Roblox

-Watched the Barbie Movie with Amity(Luz forced him to)

-Has seen every single vine there is(Thank the Titan for Vine Compilations on YouTube)

-Any kind of facial hair he grows is really patchy so he just goes clean shaven for convenience

-Snuck food during TtT even though he was 100% allowed to eat normally

-Bananas do exist in the Demon Realm, Hunter has just never learned that they do

-Gets visits from the Spirits of the other Golden Guards in his dreams

Willow

-Tackled someone to the ground when they only slightly bumped into Hunter(We stan a protective queen)

-Feeds her palisman doggie treats, nobody knows why

-Filled Camila’s entire back garden with way too many plants during TtT, they’re still there despite not being watered for a while

-Made a Garland made of both Demon and Human Realm plants for Hunter on their anniversary

-Has no real idol/role model

-Happily Listens to everyone else ramble about their interests

-Wears Hunter’s Wolf Shirt

-Calls Hunter “Hun” as a short for his name, started doing it even more after she figured out what it actually meant

-Pranks people she doesn’t like by putting giant Grape Vines around their house

-Held a presentation about plant care for the Gravesfield Gardener Society

-Thinks most Human Sports are boring(Except for Hockey and Roller Derby)

Vee

-Pulls off some crazy ass cosplays

-Knows how to drive Camila’s car perfectly, still has no idea how it actually works though

-Laughed so hard she couldn’t breathe first time she heard Metal Pipe Fall Sound Effect

-Considers Luz to be her Sister, Camila burst into tears and hugged her when she called Luz “Big Sis” in front of her for the first time

-Plays Minecraft on Camila’s home PC, has spent tons of time on Hypixel and built a little shrine for the other basilisks on a private world

-Takes after Luz in a lot of ways

-Is way better at Spanish than Luz, flexes about it constantly(Nobody really cares)

-Had no idea how to tell Masha she was a Basilisk when they confessed to her(Masha knew long before she told them)

-Is really cuddly in Basilisk form, not so much when shapeshifted(“I don’t really feel like it’s myself”)

-Her first kiss with Masha was really awkward, she apologised like 45 times and cried because it wasn’t good

-Steven Universe is a canon IP in the universe, so she got really confused when Amethyst sounded EXACTLY like her

I have no idea why I made this

[nakachuchu]

CHAPTER FIVE: GODS | Gojo Satoru + Geto Suguru (nsfw)

In the Dark series

SYNOPSIS: You were so intoxicated with the men around you that you forgot about the dangers in your hometown.

INCLUDES: oral (f), oral (m), spitroast variation, threesome, facial, cum on stomach, nicknames, praise

READER: female

WORDS: 1.1k

WRITTEN: 02/11/2023

Graduate school applications were approaching, so you decided to busy yourself with more extracurriculars in more ways than one. You joined the art club even though you weren't the greatest at drawing or painting.

You also joined the karate club as the manager where you met a student named Okkotsu. He was the most talented person at the club and won most of the medals that were on display for the club.

At the same time, you were so busy with clubs, cheer, and homework, that you drank, got high and snuck out more with the help of Gojo and Geto.

Dare you say it, they became your best friends. You were normally always with them outside of school. Gojo and you usually did your own things at school, but there would be moments when you'd walk over to him to hand him a juice box or a banana because you know that there was no one to pack his food at home.

The three of you had gotten extremely close. The boys told each other everything, so Gojo already knew you had sex with his best friend. As he liked to say, "You dinged his dong," which you hated.

Your legs were crossed, your body turned to the side as your hand rested on Geto's cheek as you made out with him. You couldn't see, but Gojo was pouting, practically pawing at you for attention.

The three of you were at Gojo's house — it was actually a mansion — because his parents usually weren't home. They were always on business trips, so they were never home to witness their son pounding his cock down your throat.

Annoyed at the attention Geto was getting, Gojo wrapped his hand around your throat and forced you to turn to him. He kissed you, slipping his tongue into your mouth, and you had no chance of winning the fight as he barely let you breathe.

You could hear Geto chuckling behind you as he uncrossed your legs for you and massaged your thighs, sliding his hand up to the waistband of your sweatpants to take them off.

In no time, you were naked from the bottom and laying on your back on the large and plush couch.

"Look at you, so pretty," Gojo cooed.

He pushed your shirt and bra up, freeing your breasts for him to flick and tease as he kneeled above you, knees on both sides of your body while Geto laid behind him, kissing your inner thighs and clit.

"Open up, baby."

Obediently, you opened your mouth and let Gojo guide his cock into your mouth. He threw his head back with a soft sigh as he moved his hips back and forth.

You had your arms propped up behind you to hold your weight, but it was difficult with Gojo using your mouth as a fuck-toy and Geto eating you out so effortlessly.

His tongue swirled around your puffy clit in circles, while his fingers curled inside of you. The added pressure of Gojo entangling his hand into your hair to use your head made you dizzy.

Your hair was bunched up in his fist as he moved you around, making you gag and moan around his cock.

You blamed them for this — for making you into a slut, but you loved it. You loved being used by them because they were gods at sex.

"Just like that, baby. God, you're a natural at this. Bet all the boys wanna fuck your mouth like this. Good thing you're ours."

Your pussy purred at that, clenching around Geto's fingers. He chuckled and lifted his head from your wet lips.

"I think she liked that," he commented.

You looked up, making eye contact with Gojo, and God was he sexy. His eyebrows were furrowed as he looked down at you while biting his lip.

He was so concentrated on you and the way your mouth formed around his cock. He could see the concoction of your saliva and his pre-cum smeared around your cheeks and neck glistening from the television screen in the dark living room.

He was so long and big, and you couldn't stop sucking. You were addicted to this — to him — to them.

"Fuck," Gojo groaned.

His face was so pretty. You loved looking at him all flushed and pink. His face was more scrunched up than before and you knew he was close.

While you were distracted by how pretty Gojo was, Geto had already lined his cock at your entrance, slowly sliding in. Once he was in, your eyes widened slightly and you moaned around Gojo's cock, nearly gagging on it.

"You take my cock so good, Princess."

You hummed in delight at Geto's nickname for you.

He used his hand to press down on your stomach while using his thumb to rub your clit. His other hand was gripping your thigh, keeping it steady and tight around his hips.

The couch was rocking back and forth. The living room was full of squelching sounds and incoherent words from the actors on the television.

You cried around Gojo's cock as you clenched around Geto's cock, creaming all over it. His thumb continued to rub on your clit, sending you into a frenzy.

You moved your hips around, but could barely do so because of Gojo's body and Geto's hold on you.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you could barely breathe as Geto continued to pound into you, fat cock stretching your tight pussy. Gojo was unrelenting as well, chasing his own high with your throat. Your pussy kept clenching and unclenching.

Gojo came in your mouth, hot cum filling up your throat. You were forced to swallow some, but thankfully, he slid his cock out of your mouth and let the rest of his cum shoot out onto your face.

"Fuck me, you're so fucking hot," he panted.

Geto chuckled. "That's what I've been saying."

Tired, Gojo moved away from you to slump on the loveseat. He was glistening with sweat, but not as much as Geto was.

“I'd love to kiss you, but Satoru is all over your face."

Gojo snorted. “You should be honored.”

You could barely think, let alone process words. Your body was on fire, writhing around as Geto’s cock pounded into you. He groaned and rushed to slide out of you, spurting his cum all over your stomach and tits. He tapped his cock against your thigh before moving to the side to catch his breath.

“Get a towel,” Geto huffed. “Lazy ass.”

Gojo rolled his eyes and got up. “Yeah, yeah. Let's talk about our homework after we clean Y/N and drop her off.”

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