#and i feel if you missed that that you've just missed a really juicy part of the story

[lecinea]

No, but to suggest that Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng only ever had the relationship of a master and servant and that the only thing that held them together was debt and obligation on Wei Wuxian's part is such a wild take considering how absolutely unhinged the both of them are when it conscerns the other.

[fuwushiguro]

idk why all these people are here in ur ask me being horny smh they have no class anyways can you please give me a smut where toji is just hot af like always and daddy and yummy and juicy and delious 🤤🤤🤤🤤😋😋😋😋😋 thanks mama 🤭🤭

anything for you mamacita 💕 (not proofed) tw: fingering, daddy k!nk, age gap (reader is 20s toji is 40s), spanking, slapping

Toji loves coming home to see your cute lil face whenever he's had a long day.

Doesn't matter if you're fucking or not, he's happy to just sit you on his lap, play with your hair, and watch movies until you both fall asleep.

But that obviously isn't on your mind today.

Today, he can't believe the beautiful image he's been greeted by, splayed across his bed like a perfect present.

You're in a cute little crop top and thigh high socks.

No skirt.

No shorts.

No trousers.

Not even a pair of panties.

You're looking at him with wet, watery eyes as if you're so damn innocent you have no idea what you're doing. Rolling around like you're so naïve, like you don't see the bulge in his pants form instantly as his eyes rake over each and every inch of your longing body. How can you look so virtuous and so provocative at the same time?

Leaving your intimate area uncovered for him. His favourite area. Your perfect little pussy that he's spent countless hours touching, eating, teasing, fucking.

You didn't want to waste time, and he knew that. Otherwise you wouldn't look like this, now. You wouldn't be giving immediate access to him if you wanted to fool around and skirt about the issue at hand.

You've missed your daddy.

"Oh, sweetheart, look at you..." he almost whispers, his low gravelly voice rushing straight to your heat. "Been waiting for daddy all day, hm? Need 'im to play with you?" he's asking, despite already parting your legs to expose the mess you've gotten yourself in down there.

"Mhmm..." you mewl, biting your lip as you allow him to take full control. That's the best part about being with Toji. He's so mature, so experienced, he knows exactly what you want and need better than you. He knows how to touch, how to fuck, how to make you squirm and make a mess of yourself. You couldn't possibly leave him even if you wanted to, no one else could ever make you feel as good.

"Such a messy little cunt... been touchin' all day waiting for me? Hm?" he wonders.

"A little..."

"You know you aren't allowed to touch without permission." he delivers a wet slap to your throbbing clit. The contact makes you jolt, but looking at his aged scar curling up into a menacing smirk makes you smile too. "Naughty... shouldn't be enjoyin' getting touched like that." he tells you, slapping your pussy once more.

"C-Can't help it... love you t'much... love everything you do t'me..." you squirm, biting your lip again as you await his response.

He smirks again before looking down between your thighs. He spreads open your lips, coating his fingers slowly with your slick before removing them. He parts his fingers to see the webbing between them again and again. The spreading creating a tacky sound the rushes straight to his aching cock.

"All this for me, baby?" he smiles, honestly. "You really do love me."

"Mmm, mhmmn, I do... really love you, daddy."

"Or maybe..." he thinks, stuffing a singular finger into your tight warmth. "Maybe you just love daddy's cock." he considers, though the accusation scares you, it doesn't stop him from pumping his finger in and out of you. And it certainly doesn't stop you from moaning around it.

He watches as you throw your head back from the delicious stretch this one single finger is causing. Each and every pump of his finger driving you insane. You don't think you'd be acting like such a pornstar if you'd have relieved yourself at all today. But you wanted to be as good of a girl you could for your daddy. You wanted him to cure what ailed you, you know he makes you cum better than you do anyway.

"So fuckin' wet... hear how she's talkin' to me?" he asks, referring to the obnoxious squelch sounding around the room with each pummel of his finger. He wastes no time sliding in a second, jaw hanging low as everything becomes louder.

The squelching, your moans, his breath.

"It's 'cause she loves me, yeah?" he uses his free hand to spank your clit. "Answer me. Who does she belong to?"

"Y-You, daddy, p-promise." you manage to squeak out as he continues to press his fingers into your sweet spot.

"That's right, daddy's pretty little pussy. She's barely even yours, she's all mine." he reminds you. Your legs begin to shake as it all quickly becomes so intense. He tuts as your legs try to close, denying him of what he wants and of what you need. "Aht aht, none of that." he tells you. He presses his body weight into one of your thighs and uses his free hand to keep the other spread. Your sex on full display as he takes a moment to swipe his heavy fingers over your clit for a moment before shoving his fingers in deeply once again.

"S'too much! Too much, d-daddy! C-Can't!" you try to argue, but it's futile.

"Hey." he shoves your crop top upwards, revealing your soft, round tits. He doesn't take any time to admire them. Instead, he slaps them, but without any real force behind it. "I know best. I know what's too much, this ain't too much."

"It is..." you sniff, tears spilling from your eyes.

"Brat." he leans forward, pinching your cheeks so that your lips pucker. He kisses you deeply as he keeps fingering you. You melt into it, your body becoming more and more tense with each connection with that special spot inside of you. You're snapped back to your senses when you feel his heavy palm connect with your face. "Don't argue with daddy. It's not too much, baby. I can feel how tight you are. Gonna cum f'me, aren'tcha?"

"Mhmm..." you nod, dumbly.

"Go on, then." he insists. "Cum on daddy's fingers."

He pushes your legs apart once again to expose your cunt fully, despite him not looking. His lips wrap around one of your exposed nipples, sucking harshly in hopes of tipping you over that tantilising edge.

And it does.

He pulls away to get a front row seat of how your pussy gushes for him. Spurts and spurts of clear liquid dousing you both as well as the sheets beneath you. His fingers run frantically back and forth over your puffy clit, prolonging your orgasm further.

You've bitten your lip raw, and he can see how glittery and wet your eyes are as you cum for him. He loves seeing you like this, his perfect fucked out mess.

"What do you say?" he asks you.

"T-Thank you daddy, I love you. S-So much." you pant, chest heaving.

"I love you too, baby." he assures you. You watch as he frees his cock, pumping it a few times before lining it up with your overstimulated hole. "Time to make daddy feel good, now, okay? Be a good little girl and take daddy's cock."

[webslingingslasher]

i was thinking about how boyfriend!frat peter would swing his way back to trouble and like thinking if she needs something or what she was doing all the time he was on patrol like

"has she seen the episode we didn't get to finish?"

"nah, she wouldn't... right?"

"i hope she forgot bout it"

"i think she ran out of toilet paper"

"gonna be so mad if she saw that episode without me"

kinda messy in a peter way but he likes to find himself thinking about her after being spiderman because sets him down to earth again <3

the second peter had his hand on your window, your laptop slammed shut. you were sitting a little too straight up, your hands in plain sight.

'were you watching porn?' you sputter, the idea making your chest feel warm. 'no! i was just looking at stuff.' peter's eyebrow quirks, 'porn stuff?'

'no!' your eyes flash around the room, it's a guilty look. 'oh, c'mon, it can't be that bad. what kind of stuff are you into?' peter swears he's joking, but when he playfully reaches for your computer you flatten yourself on top of it.

'holy shit, it really is porn.'

'it's not porn! it's... it's... for you. yeah, it's for you and it's a surprise!' your boyfriend blinks, 'you have to believe the lie to sell it, trouble.'

you couldn't be caught, peter would never forgive you.

'you got me at a bad time, you were supposed to call me on your way over.'

'did you miss me that bad? you had to pregame my arrival?' you huff, sitting up and fixing your hair, you don't realize how close your boyfriend got.

'i wasn't doing that!'

'you were about to.'

'no!'

peter's having way too much fun, 'then what were you doing?'

'i already told you, nothing!'

peter's quick, he grabs your laptop but not before you catch the other side. a gentle game of tug and war. 'i'm gonna look.' you tug, it's useless, peter could rip it from your grasp in a second.

'no! not allowed!'

'then tell me what you're hiding.'

'no!' you screech louder when he takes total ownership of the machine. guilt washes over you, you've been caught red handed. the only solution was looking at your knees.

your boyfriend gasps in horror at the screen, it sounds like how you knew he'd feel about it.

'i'm sorry, peter. you were never supposed to find out.'

'how could you do this to me? to us?'

you can't even make eye contact. 'i know, i'm sorry.'

it's like it chokes him to say, 'how long has this been going on?' you look up at him, if you plead he may accept your apology.

'not long, i promise! it was just today.... and maybe last week. but i swear i'll never do it again.'

'this hurts, trouble. this really hurts me.'

sure, maybe you did betray his trust a little. but he's the one that got you hooked in the first place, he can't push all the blame on you.

'but you've already seen it! and i really wanted to see the next episode and you weren't here and i figured it would be okay... but that was four episodes ago.'

'fine. but you need to keep me updated, because the only reason i'm rewatching it is so i can experience it with you.'

a subtle confession, something you weren't supposed to take to heart, but you did. the whole reason peter got you watching was so he could relive all his favorite parts, but with you.

you pout, peter pushes your computer back in your hands and points at your bottom lip. 'no. you dug your grave, you don't get to be sad that i'm sad.'

'but i'm really sorry.'

'sorry you got caught.'

'no! i'll never watch it without you, i promise.' except you were in the middle of a very juicy scene and you're itching to press play. peter can read you like a book.

'you wanna do it right now, don't you?'

'no.' ..... 'yes.' ..... 'but i won't.'

'god gives his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers.'

peter doesn't understand the restraint you're showing. 'you stink, go take a shower.'

'promise you won't keep watching?'

it's hard, but you can do it for him.

'promise.' 

[kararisa]

darling, starling

— 16. wine-stained lips — ✦ (wc: 0.9k)

Dandelion wine is a delicacy in the heart of Mondstadt, renowned as not only the best-seller of the region’s finest Dawn Winery but also as Venti’s favorite wine. The golden-colored drink has a flavor similar to mead, adorned with a subtle undertone of honeyed sweetness. While you’ve had the pleasure of sharing a glass or two with friends, you’ve never downed a full bottle.

Though that notion certainly changed today.

It’s a scene you're familiar with: dimmed lights, faint music, you and Scaramouche on the couch, sipping on glass after glass of wine. You were talking to him about... something. Was it the wine or the concert? It was something stupid, you know that much, because Scaramouche simply sneered at your comment and drank more of his wine.

The first night Scaramouche graced Inazuma with his presence after years away was spent here in this very living room. You and your friends had downed glass after glass, catching up after an eventful dinner.

Now, nine months have passed since he came back. It’s just you and him here. All alone.

Not that it’s a bad thing, at least in your book. The conversation isn’t boring, being able to flow much more smoothly with the help of the wine. And the skinship isn’t half-bad either. His hand has been resting on your knee for a bit, and your side has been pressed close to his for however long the two of you have been seated on this sofa.

It’s just the two of you here. There isn’t a need to keep up appearances.

"So, Scaramouche," you make your hand into a fist like you're holding a microphone. "How does it feel to be dating the Zenith?" 

"No comment."

You pout, "The crowd's not gonna like that; you're not giving them anything to latch on to." 

"Then I say that it's none of their business."

After a moment, you shrug, "Better than nothing I guess."

The two of you were bound to be hounded by reporters eventually, so you've taken to shooting him question after question in the guise of a journalist looking for some juicy gossip. 

His answers could use some work, you could say that much. 

"Our sources say you were at Windborne's concert tonight. What can you say about their music?" you hold out your invisible mic.

"It was alright."

You're getting annoyed at his clipped responses. "Don't lie, you enjoyed their concert," you swirl your glass before taking a sip. "I saw you smiling when I was on stage." 

"Again, I was only there because of you," he retorts. "You perform really well when you're in front of a crowd. Like you belong there." 

You likely would have blushed even more if the wine hadn't run its course, "Stop trying to butter me up. You're already dating me."

“We’re not even dating. And I’m only telling the truth — you were born for the stage,” he murmurs the next part so softly that you almost miss it. ”I like seeing you perform.”

You choose not to acknowledge the fact that you heard that last sentence, opting instead to drain the remnants of your glass. Its nectarine sweetness gives you comfort, a fleeting refuge from the tension in the air. With your glass now empty, you slowly swiveled to face Scaramouche, your heart racing, and your senses on high alert.

He was already looking right at you, seemingly closer than he was just a moment ago. HIs usually neat hair was now disheveled, a subtle blush graced his cheeks, and gods were his eyes always this pretty?

You lean closer to him, purely to take a closer look at his pretty face and most definitely not for any other reasons. The red eyeliner he usually wears is smudged at the wing, his hand that was once on your knee is now resting on your arm. You're still holding your empty wine glass, spinning it in your fingers while Scaramouche inches impossibly closer. Is the warmth spreading across your body coming from where he's touching you or have you had just one glass too many?

Honesty, you can't bring yourself to care with the way he looks at you. Maybe that's the real source of the heat.

“It’s just you and me here,” you drag your fingertips across his collarbone, a teasing trail that lingers on his shoulder. “No need to get so close.”

“Give it a rest,” he mumbles, voice slurring slightly. “Like you said, it’s just us. So shut up.”

“Make me.”

He leans in closer, ever closer, and presses his wine-stained lips onto yours. Time still as your hand, which was once wrapped around your wine glass, lets it slip from your fingers. You hear a soft thud as it finds its place on your carpet, but your attention is somewhere else entirely.

His hands, soft and warm, find their way to your waist and pull you closer. The taste of wine and the scent of his cologne threaten to intoxicate you further.

You tilt your head, deepening the kiss. A soft, breathless sigh escapes you, and you feel one of his hands moving to the small of your back, sending shivers down your spine. You grip his shoulder tighter in an attempt to anchor yourself while the rapid beating of your own heart echoes in your ears.

Scaramouche breaks away from the kiss for a moment to catch his breath. And you see nothing but want and need and desire in his eyes. He kisses you over and over again, each one more desperate than the last.

It’s just the two of you here — you let the world fall away as you start to run your fingers through his hair, a soft groan escaping him as you do this. Nothing else could matter in this moment.

And you’d kiss him all night if he’d let you.

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[finniestoncrane]

General!Harley x GN!Reader, word count: 1k commission: yippee!! thank you @unlucky-words for the treat of getting to write for harley again!! reader and harley have reuinted finally after meeting in college. now there's no criminal activity in the way of them hitting it off finally 🩷 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: fluff and flirting!!

Sometimes, the best place to come to feel alone was a busy bar on the weekends. Where you could get a drink, people watch, and feel assured that no one was going to interrupt the loner in the corner from whatever it was they were thinking over silently.

Not that night though. That night was not a solitary affair.

"Shut the fuck up!"

The shrill voice rang out over the top of the crowd, parting them like waves as the small but powerful source of the noise began to barrel towards you.

"This is like, kismet or somethin'!"

Before you could quite get your bearings, you were no long quietly sipping your drink at the table in the corner. Instead, you were being accosted, an immediately recognisable figure approaching your table, one you knew wasn't going to leave in a hurry, and not without a lot of talking first. And you weren't the least bit bothered by that. If it had been anyone else, you would have been. But not her, never her.

"Harley! Wow!"

You wanted to ask how she'd been, but you knew. It was impossible not to know. She was at the centre of most of the news in Gotham, even now, long after her highly publicised and very volatile break up with the Joker. Asking her what she had been up to or how she was feeling these days were both minefield subjects. And she seemed to know this herself as she began laughing and waved off your expression, surprise, shock and confusion all weighing heavily on your features.

"Yeah, yeah, I know! What's a gal like me doing in a reputable establishment such as this one? I could ask the same about you, y'know."

She elbowed your side, pushing you over so she could ease her way into the long bench seating beside you. Once she was close enough, she immediately pressed her body into yours, holding you in a hug so tight that her arms around you felt like a cage, her sweet smelling hair in your face.

"So! How have you been?"

Trying to avoid too much of anything that might sound like bragging, considering you were talking to someone who had gone through the worst and had been incarcerated several times since you had last been in touch with her, you filled Harley in on what you'd been doing since your time together at Gotham University.

She listened intently, so enthusiastic, asking questions, prying a little. You knew to expect that though. You knew Harley well, having gone through your doctoral programmes together. You'd seen her at her best and her worst, and everything in between.

"You don't gotta ask me how I've been doing, I'm sure that's everybody's news by now. But I can tell you the juicy stuff none of them know."

She winked, nudging you with her elbow again, an exaggerated smile as she tapped her nose. Instead of divulging any information that might have you on a list somewhere, she instead shared all of the good news from the past few months. Her time with the Birds of Prey seemed to really be good for her, and the excitement as she spoke about this new chapter of her life was palpable. You were happy for her, smiling along as she enthusiastically detailed her new apartment and what kind of stuff she was hoping to do with her new friends.

It felt like no time had passed between you both at all. Everything felt so easy with her, and it always had. There was no difficulty in talking to her, partly because she could have kept a conversation going in an empty room, but also because she made you so comfortable that the usual nerves and social anxiety that could plague a conversation just dissipated.

"I gotta be honest with you, though... I've missed ya."

"You have? You've been so busy though, I didn't think you'd have time to miss anyone, let alone me."

"Are you kidding!?"

She slapped your arm, a playful gesture, but with her surprising strength behind it, it kind of stung a little. Sensing that she might have been a bit too rough, she placed her palm against you, stroking your arm softly as she smiled. The gentle expression seemed so different to how she had been the rest of the night. It was genuine, vulnerable almost. A glimpse into her true self. The one you had spent long nights with in the library, crying and laughing together.

"Y'know, I always knew you'd be the one who did it right. I think that's why I missed you so much. You kept me on the straight and narrow, and then I took a big left turn into complete chaos."

You laughed as she did, although a sudden pang of guilt crossed over your mind. What if you had been able to pull her back? Would she be different? You didn't have time to dwell on that nasty little 'what if', however, as Harley was grabbing your hand and looking into your eyes with a strange sincerity.

"Not your fault or mine. Shit happens, huh? But... if it didn't seem too much like I was piggybacking on your good vibes... maybe we could, like, start fresh or somethin'?"

It took you a moment to reply. You were too busy thinking about how much fun you had with Harley, and how much you potentially could have now that you had been reunited with her.

"It can't be that hard to decide... you worried I might make you put on some clown makeup and rob a bank?"

You weren't. But who knew? If Harley asked, maybe you would.

"I'd like that Harley. The... start over thing! Not the circus themed heist."

She leaned in and placed a soft kiss to your cheek, standing up from the table and leaving you with a card, her number hastily scribbled onto it.

"Good. It's a date then, sweetie!"

[thatoneguydownthestreet]

Yo! I really love your apocalypse yuu writings I keep coming back to see if it has updated.

I read the Lilia finds out part and when I read the "Epel gave Yuu an apple and he didn't know what it was" it got me thinking about it all night.

How would the first years react to Yuu not eating anything at all(probably other than bread) because he doesn't know what those foods are?

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FEM ALIGNED DNI

Yuus pronouns are he/him, although they're mentioned briefly

This is barely proofread so please excuse the grammar mistakes.

Featuring: Epel, Ace, Duece, Jack, and sebek (there is implied lilia at the very end but it is literally one sentence)

Warnings: Talks of starvation, Yuu's illness, and survivers guilt, so skip this if you're uncomfortable with any of that.

Also I know it's been over a month. I have no excuse. I just didn't feel like it. But I have been teaching myself how to draw so I can be a bigger simp to Jamil so that's fun ig.

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Damn bro, you really don't know shit huh?

Epel was excited, to say the least.

I mean, could you really blame him? It's not everyday that you get a big ol' crate full of the apples that you were raised with.

By all means, epel should've been long sick of eating apples. Having them almost everyday for majority of his life, dried and dehydrated in the winter, and fresh and juicy in the spring and summer.

But no, no epel felmeir loves those apples. Every single one he ate seemed to effortlessly send him back to the simpler times of his childhood. Where he would send hours upon hours avoiding his siblings and playing games with his cousins in the orchards and taking naps in the sun while he waited for his meemaws infamous apple pies to finish baking. And meemaw would almost always let him have the first slice! Of the ones she wasn't going to sell at least.

He really missed her...

He'd have to ask her to bake him another one this winter.

But just getting to read the letter she had wrote, along with his parents and one of the towns kids that always followed him around like a lost baby duck, put a smile on his face.

Yeah. He'd get to see them soon, and once he graduates, he can get them more money, and be strong enough to protect them if it ever came to that.

Unfortunately, as great as his parents apples were, they couldn't fight the natural forces of time.

Dear sevens- they'd sent him nearly three dozen apples! All high quality too... it shouldn't effect sales too much. The orchards were big, and his parents would rather give up that expensive family heir loom necklace that his mother always wore than start selling spoiled apples.

But still, epel couldn't possibly eat thirty-six apples before they all started to rot. Plus, he didn't know how long they took to ship to the isle of sages, so that cut the time frame even shorter.

.....Does Jack like apples?

Should he even be considering giving Jack an apple to begin with? Their relationship was pretty vague. We're they actually friends or just study buddies?

Study buddies can give eachother gifts too right? And plus, it's food, not a 24 carrot gold ring or something crazy like that.

It should be fine. Maybe he'll give one to ace too. They were friends. Surely.

.

.

.

Ace trappola would say he was a good friend. I mean, he wasn't the best by any means, but he was decent.

Yeah, he could be kind of a dick. But who isn't at this point, honestly, even deuce, even cater had their moments.

But he was still someone the people in his life could go to for things, usually physically, tangible this like food or an extra ball or something, but he wasn't completely useless when it came to emotions either.

You could come to him if something was bothering you. He probably won't help you actually fix it but he can at least make you laugh.

So why didn't you want to laugh?

You had taken your mask off a few weeks ago. And like a bucket of ice cold water had been dumped on him he realized it was the first time he ever saw you eat any food here at all.

Were you eating at all before then? What about water?

Thank the seven you were only here for around a week. But surely, you were dehydrated.

(You were definitely dehydrated. Deuce gave you a water bottle and you chugged it like it was your only chance at life. Which, to be fair, it probably was your only chance at life.)

Ace didn't know what your life was like before.

Ace didn't want to know either.

He didn't do well with heavy topics, always changing the subject when one came up unless he was personally involved in some way.

Other people life didn't concern him, and that was something he lived by.

...but still.

This was going a bit too far, don't you think?

Ace shot a look to deuce, clear concern instead of the regular teasing, which caught his roomates attention faster than he thought it would.

Ok. So deuce had noticed too.

Just goes to show how obvious it was that something is very wrong here.

Now, because ace had never asked, and he probably never will, he didn't know what your relationship with food was like before you came here. But. It couldn't have been this right?

A person couldn't only survive on some bread and room temperature water, right?

You sat across from him at your guy's unofficial table in the cafeteria, drinking the water at a moderate pace, as you didn't want to deal with another scolding from a certain housewarden, doing your best to keep a careful eye on grim as he went to go get his food from the lunch line.

And thank the seven for that, really. If grim turned back and saw that you weren't watching him for even a second, who knows that kind of ruckus would result?

But all that aside, you were still scarily underweight. Seriously perfect, how were you even alive?

Ace looked at deuce again. Deuce looked back.

He sighed.

Ace never, ever thought he would do something like this.

But for sevens sake, you were one of his best friends. And Ace will be damned if he just let you do this to yourself.

So with a deep breathe, he looked at you, and then turned back to what he was pretty sure was an ex-gang member, and nodded.

And for once, deuce understood.

They had to do something.

.

.

.

You reminded Deuce Spade of that stray cat that his mother would always feed when he was a child.

Underweight, scared, scarred, and confused.

Always having an air if caution and paranoia, ready to react, as if anything could just jump out and grab you at any time.

But you weren't a cat, were you?

No. You were a person. Someone his age, maybe younger, that had obviously seen horrors he couldn't even understand. Which just made this whole situation even sadder.

Because if you lived like this, then what the hell was stopping him? What about his mother? What was stopping her from having the same fate?

Duece ignored the memories of his mother giving him food and taking none for herself, saying she wasn't hungry.

But he couldn't quite ignore them, nor could he ignore the pit in his stomach whenever he looked at you.

...Listen perfect, he doesn't know what you went through to be like this, but he knows damn well this isn't normal.

It can't be normal. Hiding this much food underneath your floorboards couldn't ever be normal.

The two of you were just hanging out in your room in Ramshakle. Grim was in the lounge, he was sure, and you had stared off into space before asking the date.

When he told you, you had a look of slight panic as you ripped the rug off from its place on the floor, and started pulling apart the boards.

And what for?

The reveal of a large stash of food, mostly non-perishables, but a few snacks here and there too.

Snacks that were about to expire, apparently.

You turned to look back at him, a sheepish look on your face, and what looked like a bag if chips in your hand.

Deuce didn't know what face he was making.

He just knew it wasn't one he'd want you to see

.

.

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If someone were to ask Jack howl if he was your friend. He wouldn't know to to say.

I mean yeah, you helped save his entire dorms ass way back when, yeah, you and him absolutely went throught it during azuls little "episode", and yeah, the two of you had plenty of mutual friends.

But we're the two of you friends?

Jack wasn't sure.

Because by all accounts, you should be.

It didn't change the fact that you weren't. Not really. Not by his definition and not by yours.

So what were you?

Well, you weren't friends. That was already established. And you were too close to be acquaintances (he didn't think acquaintance fell asleep on each other in the botanical gardens, only to wake up five minutes till curfew and just haul ass back to their respective dorms with smiles on their faces), so...what did that leave?

Well... I guess it left this.

"Eat it"

"....huh?"

Jack didn't know you that well. But that didn't mean he couldn't see..this happening. And it definitely didn't mean he didn't care.

So here he was. Holding a pastrami sandwich about an inch away from your face, silently begging you to just shut up and eat it.

Come on perfect, he bought this with his own money. Just humor him, please.

You eyed the sandwich like it was the most untrustworthy thing you'd ever seen. Jack's not going to lie, it kind of hurt.

But it wouldn't matter if you ate it, so he sucked it up.

...at least he would if you'd actually take the fucking sandwich.

Seriously, it was starting to tick him off.

Jack briefly considered just varying off and giving the sandwich to ruggie or something, or just eating it himself. He wasn't the biggest fan of pastrami but who knows, maybe the school made it better.

Honestly, he probably would have done just that if the image if you leaning against the wall looking ready to pass out from, what he knew, was malnutrition.

The event itself actually happened around two weeks ago, give or take. Jack thinks the only real reason he remembers it so well is because, well, it was the moment.

The defining moment, the moment where it just clicked that something was very wrong here.

He already knew that of course, I mean, look at you.

But as it turns out, watching someone actively starve to death in front of you will keep you up at night.

His mind turned to ruggie for a split second, before forcibly shoving that thought down where all the other thoughts he didn't want to think about were.

Like that time when he was a kid with a crush on Vil....yeah, Jack's happy he got o er that one to say the least. Nothing against Vil, he's a great friend and all (they were friends right?), but them in a relationship? Yeah. No. Not happening. No thankyou.

...yeah.

Jack mentally slapped hi.self and proceeded to shove his weird thoughts down yet again and refocus on getting his not-quite-friend to eat.

You were leaning back a lot farther than you were a second ago, if you did that anymore you'd probably just end up on the ground.

...jack sighed. This was going to take a while wasn't it?

By the end of the lunch period, you had come to a compromise, jack you slip the sandwich with you and take the other half for himself.

You ended up splitting your half with grim, who reluctantly took it. You had actually eaten yours too!...after you took the while thing apart and inspected and obsessed over it like how he'd seen Rook do to his housewardens that one time!

But still, it was something.

It was a start. And that's really all he could ask for at this point.

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Sebek didn't notice anything about you at first. And he didn't particularly care much either. He was a guard for sevens sake! He had a deep responsibility!

He had a crown prince, that he oh so admired, to protect! Not to mention silver, who he had to wake up at every given turn, and not to mention Lilia, who had recently been going harder on their training sessions.

So to waste his time with a human? With a weak little human that didn't even come close to his current list if priorities?

That's time he simply did not have!

...So why was he here?

He was supposed to be looking for his charge. His charge, who always seemed to wind up around the old, abandoned Ramshakle building and just dissappear in the nick of time.

It had been happening more and more lately, especially since that new perfect moved in.

He would be lying if he said he cared too much about him. Again, he didn't have time to be curious about some strange human boy with some strange past.

But still, he couldn't quite contain the way he jumped back when he'd first seen them.

Whoever he was, he looked so...sick.

...he didn't have time for this.

Turning back on his heel, he refocused his mind on finding his lord again, and quickl- wait- silver. Oh great sevens. Silver wake up!

Ok. Sebek really didn't have time for this.

...and yet.

Here he was, standing next to you, arms out ready to catch you at a moments notice if you really were going to collapse like he thought you were.

He hadn't been this close to you before.

And now he could see that you weren't just sick.

Great seven, you looked like you were dying...

Sebek zigbolt had always known humans were weak, fragile creatures. Never able to even light a candle next to faeries. Never able to light a candle next to him, and certainly not his young master.

But this was just pushing it.

Sebek was stronger than his human counterparts. He would long outlive them. He thought of silver for the shortest second and then quickly pushed that thought to the side. This was not the time. Buteven with those facts, sebek still knew that humans weren't made of fine glass. Even if the people in his homeland liked to act like it, Sebek still knew that humanity wasn't completely hopeless.

One strong gust of wind wouldn't knock them over.

One missed meal wasn't enough to do detrimental damage to their health.

Pulling one all nighter would barely put a dent in their day to day lives, aside from the obvious fatigue and.

But with you?

With you? Alwats looking like you could kneel over and die then and there on the classroom floor?

...

Sebek want so sure anymore.

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Epel had eaten more apples than any normal person should ever be able to eat.

Sevens help him, his stomach.

Despite the waves of pain that shit through him every now and then, epel wasn't mad.

Yeah, maybe eating a whole eight apples in the span of two hours wasn't his smartest idea, but the sweet nostalgia that seemed to wash over him and warm his very soul? Yeah no, it was worth it.

So no. Epel felmeir wasn't mad.

And laying in a bed that was much too soft for his taste, a direct contrast from the slightly itchy blankets and the hard mattresses back home, epel glance over to the almost empty crate of apples that were sitting just under his work desk.

...As much as Epel wanted to eat them, he wanted to do this even more.

Epel sat up, ignoring his stomach pain the best he could, and began a mental list of all the people he knew. And then a silent debate over who deserved his families apples in the first place.

Ok. First up Ace.

Epel would say they were friends. Not close friends by any means, but friends nonetheless.

Epel could give him one.

Next was Jack.

...In all honesty, epel didn't know. We're they friends, or just simply homework buddies that occasionally hung out?

...he could spare one for Jack, maybe they'd be friends then if they weren't already.

Duece.

Yes. Just- just yes. That day on the beach had changed their relationship forever. Duece was like a brother to him at this point.

He was goddamn getting an apple.

Epel chuckled a little at the realization that he was treating this like one of those elimination gameshows his meemaw liked.

Ok...he had two apples left after that.

Sebek wasn't really his friend was he? He certainly didn't make it seem like he was. If anything, Sebek was trying his damnedest to make them all belive the exact opposite, really.

....maybe he should just give the apple to Rook.

Or Vil.

Maybe.

Ok. He has one apple left.

The two of you weren't really friends. But you were friendly. If nothing else, you had been nothing but kind to him so far.

And plus, you looked uh. Half dead. To put it nicely.

And so, with a smile on his face, epel took out the crate of apples and began placing them on a bag that would make them easier to carry around tomorrow.

He couldn't wait.

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It's funny how your whole life can change in a single moment, especially when you don't even know what that moment was.

Why were you here? Where is here anyway? Surely, magic didn't exist right?

The air wasn't always this clean right?

Water wasn't readily available at the turn of a handle right?

People didnt...people werent...weren't....

Heh. Heheha.

Why.

Why were you here?

Why were you here?

Why you and not one of the kids? What the hell have you ever done but use up medical supplies in a fruitless effort to keep you alive.

Why was this world so...pretty. happy. Clean.

Why this world and not your own? What had this world ever done to deserve this luxury of life.

...What had yours?

What had you?

Out of all the base commanders, the medics, the farmers, or children, or any of the other apprentice kids that you sometimes had to work with.

You were here. And they were still trapped inside of that hell.

...You didn't deserve this.

You died. You were on that beach and you died.

You woke up in a coffin, but something told you this wasn't the afterlife.

That something being the blood that you coughed up the other day.

It wasn't from internal bleeding, you k ew that much. Rather, it was from you coughing so hard that something in your throat had ripped.

It really didn't matter. You had spent nearly half an hour in a panic, choking and trying to unclog your airways, while grim and the ghosts you had come to somewhat love, stood behind you, offering what little comfort they could.

It wasn't the first time this happened after all.

You were still bedridden for a good two days after that. Thank God for the weekend.

Time passed in a blur while you were like that. It always did, mostly because you were asleep ninety percent of the time. The other twn being dedicated to medicine and a vain attempt to get food you knew you couldn't stomach to stay down.

So no. This wasn't the afterlife.

It was just a beautiful second chance that you didn't deserve.

It was so confusing.

And this was so confusing.

What..is this weird red thing being handed to you?

Epel looked at you with a hopeful expression on his face. It reminded you of the little girl you used to look after...

You take the..thing.

Glancing over to your right, you watch Ace take a large bite out of it with a smile on his face.

Ok. So not poisonous. Good to know.

You saw Duece do the same thing.

You felt Jack staring at you, but you didn't dare look at him.

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I've been meaning to get into the re:live game story for a while now, but I don't know how necessary the event stories are in comparison to the main and school stories...

do you have a recommended reading order for main story and events if the timeline makes them interspersed?

Uhh, there was this one good google doc that had a bunch of stuff like what stories were important for each character, but I cannot find that right now so I'll do my best from memory but honestly I might miss a couple things so my bad.

Edit: thank you @pallastronomy for finding the doc in question, i really wanted to read that again too

To read it you can go to the wikia, read it on karth.top, or look up the parts on Youtube. That last one might be the best since you'll get the full visual novel experience.

So first off I would suggest reading the first part of the story, so Main Story chapters 1-6. Well, suggest is a strong word. I think those chapters kinda suck, but I guess they're necessary for the premise and to introduce the characters? But then again they abandon the original premise half way in favor of the performance festival so whatever. And if you want a better introduction to the characters you should read the School Stories (ignoring SJH) and also maybe watch Shoujo Cante All Starlight. So really I don't suggest you read those chapters but

I think at this point you are can read the event stories from "Hello to Halloween" to "Surprise! Rehearsal Friends!"

And you don't need to read them all, but they're fun! I couldn't really tell you which ones are super important to the plot, sorry about that. Honestly my personal opinion at this point is to just pick a couple characters you like to follow and read their stories. You can see who participates in each one on the Revue Starlight wikia

Plus, character card bond stories! Each event has a couple gacha cards they're trying to sell, and sometimes they're not super related to the story, but sometimes they are. If someone references something that happened off screen, it either happened in an earlier event or in the bond card, but I'd still only read the bond cards once you're done reading the event is over since otherwise they can be spoilers. Just think of those as prequels instead of preludes.

Then at this point you can read Main Story Chapters 7-11. And I really do think you should read these since they are juicy. There's a new plot and we really get to dive deep into the ReLive characters and see their individual pasts and why they now stand on stage. It's great.

Now for the Event Stories, feel free to read any story from "Starry Diamond Tragic Orion" up until "Royal Retainer"

Although now I gotta bring up some caveats. Anything with Seiran is not going to matter to the main plot of ReLive, and if you're curious about them, then that gets into Stage Play Territory which is much easier to follow but not in ReLive.

And honestly same with the Seisho only stories. They're fun, don't get me wrong, but they kinda don't affect the developments of the cast at all.

Starry Diamond is a live show that had some Revues, so some of the relive events are just rehashings of those. Except Venus & Cupid Story, which is a sequel to Zeus no Chuusai from the Starry Diamond Live, and that revue is actually super important to the Yumeoji Sisters's story but it is not in ReLive.

And once you've had your fill of those stories, you can start reading Main Story Chapters 12-18, Arcana Arcadia. And this one is really good. Iirc, the main revue starlight writer came in for these parts. There's some info that directly leads into the movie. And it's honestly great.

But the issue is that there are intermission bond stories that need to be read in the middle of the chapters. If you are reading it online that can be kind of pain, but in the game I think it's in the right order? I could not say for sure since I don't actually play it. Anyways, here's the vague order according to the wikia, but I'm not 100% on this

Chapter 12: 1-2

Chapter 13: Tower, Hermit, Empress, 1-3, High Priestess, 4-5, Magician, 6-9, Hanged Man, Strength, 10-15

Chapter 14: Wheel of Fortune, Chariot, 1-2, Lovers, 3-14, Faith, Hierophant, 15

Chapter 15: 1-2, Devil, Sun, Justice, 3-15

Chapter 16: Death, Charity, 1-15

Chapter 17: Temperance, 1, Fool, 2-4, World, Judgement, 5-15

Chapter 18: Hope, 1-9, Emperor, 10-14, 15/Moon

So yeah, after this you have basically free reign to read the remaining event stories. The next big ongoing plot seems to be about Siegfeld Junior High, but that one also isn't really connected to the previous stories at all.

Also some cards have connecting bond stories even without events, such as the Frontier Rangers, Orpheus, Camelot, Snow White, and Yin-Yang.

But for real, I think the best way to get into the story is to read the main story and then see what characters you like. Then you can read along all their bond stories and events that they star in, and maybe you'll find other characters that stand out. If you are missing any information, usually characters will reference whatever they are talking about, so you won't be completely lost.

So yeah, I hope you have fun with the relive story! It touches on a lot of the themes from the show and honestly I just really liked seeing the characters again. And also Arcana Arcadia is great, just so great.

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Gusion x f!Reader - Skipping school (18+)

A/N: A something that I got inspired to write by something that defnitelly didn't happen. This might not be the best out there, but this is my first smut in a really long time (last time i wrote one i was still a minor and had no bussiness in knowing what smut is). Also this is very self-indulgent, so I'm sorry if it's too ooc for you. (Writing this also made me realise that Gusion is pretty much like my real life boyfriend)

⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

Characters: Gusion

Word count: 1471

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“I thought you were at school.” Gusion startled you as you were going to the kitchen for another glass of coke. You didn't even notice him sitting in your living room and reading a book from your bookcase. Of course he was reading your favorite book you raved to him about many times before.

“I uh....missed my bus...” you trailed off not wanting to admit to him that you'd now twice in a row skipped school. But then something popped into your head: “...Hey, what part are you reading?”.

“Don't even think about changing the subject. How did that happen again?” his tone was stern and slightly irritated.

“I was literally right there, but the driver is a dick and left even though he saw me clearly there.” you huffed and sat down next to Gusion in annoyance.

“You're a pain to deal with, you know?”

“And yet you still come here.”

“Ugh, whatever. Do you at least have some notes from those classes?”

“Yeah, teachers send us the materials we're working with.”

“Great, so go take your notes and when you're done we can read this book together.” Gusion finishes your argument with a sip of coffee from one of your mugs. You stand up with the same annoyance you sat down with and head back to your room.

Not even twenty minutes pass and you're already fed up with all the different types of fruit for your Pomology class, so you resort to scrolling on your phone instead.

“Just what do you think you're doing right now?” a voice booms from behind you.

“A break. Ever heard of the Pomodoro method?”

“You've barely written down half of a page.” Gusion looms over you to see what you've written.

“There's a lot to get through!” You say loudly this time, annoyed that he chooses to not pick up on your bad mood.

“You really are a pain. Do I really have to supervise you?” he sighs as much as his lungs allow.

The moment Gusion sees your answer is only an eyeroll, he picks you up, sits on your chair and sets you on his lap. You can feel his slightly rapid heartbeat and smell his significant scent of dark coffee and old books. This definitely made things worse and the delicious juicy fruits in your materials would soon be replaced by thoughts about another delicious fruit that you currently sat on. You tried to compose yourself, but Gusion noticed your slightly ragged breath.

“I tell you what: for every page you fill up I'll give you a hickey.” he mutters under your ear and follows it by a soft bite. You only softly hum and nod you head, trying to calm your breathing and start to write down things again.

Five pages and five hickeys later, Gusion is playing with the hem to your shorts and patiently waits for you to finish rereading your notes to make sure you understand them. Something else, that is not so patient has made itself known more and more with every page. Every time you slightly shifted in his lap to reach for something or to get more comfortable, Gusion would quietly grunt trying to not distract you from your task. But now you were finished and any distraction was welcome.

“Good girl. Do you know how attractive it was to see you write all that down? I think you deserve a reward. Can you guess what it is?” his hand that played with your shorts moved slightly inward to stroke your inner thigh.

“I think I know exactly what I deserve.” you turn your head around to kiss him.

“You really are a cocky one. Careful with that attitude or you might not get what you expect.” the strokes have turned into light taps with and occasional squeeze between them.

Gusion picks you up and carries you to your bed with leisurely steps as if he's not the one who clearly needs this more. As he sets you down, his hand quickly makes its way to his tie to undo it.

Your back hasn't even fully hit the mattress and your hands are already pinned above your head to be tied to a headboard. Finally looking up from his neck to see his face, you see Gusion's black eyes are even darker with lust.

He pulls back to fully appreciate your choice of outfit, which only consists of thigh highs, oversized zip up hoodie and underwear since you planned to only stay at home for the rest of the day. Though it did make you feel slightly self-conscious, there isn't much that you can do to cover yourself with your hands tied up and your legs being spread by Gusion kneeling between them.

The hands previously holding the end of the tie that binds your wrists, travel slowly over your torso to rest under your thighs, massaging them. He pauses and simply looks at you with unreadable expression despite having one of his rare smirks.

“Are you only gonna look at me all pretty, or are you actually gonna do something?” you break up the silence, slightly curious how he can manage to stay so collected despite his obviously painful boner.

“What a smart mouth you have, but you better be careful I don't find another use for it.” he digs his nails into your thighs and shifts more backwards to take off his shirt. His skin is so tempting to touch; if only you weren't tied down you'd rake your nails down it. He continues by taking off his pants to be left only in his underwear. You shiver in anticipation of what's to come.

Returning to his previous spot, Gusion runs his hands from your ankles up to rest on your waist for a moment while his mouth resumes where it left off leaving hickeys. He slowly makes his way down by unzipping your hoodie and kisses with occasional bites that will surely leave marks. Stopping above the area where you need him the most, pulling your underwear down and skips to your inner thighs. Each of them earns few bites and kisses until he's up again, admiring his work which has already started to begin to show its blue-black results.

“I should leave you like this so you remember to not skip school.” Gusion pauses to palm himself for a few seconds before he finally pulls his member out “But the truth is, that I enjoy having you in my lap while you're taking notes.”

“So I should be missing it more then, huh?” you reply with a sassy tone in your voice and sticking your tongue out with a wink.

Gusion only slaps your inner thigh painfully and gives you a stern look that warns you to not pull a stunt like that. But before you can roll your eyes in response, he enters you and you can feel tears well up in your eyes from the stretch.

A deep sigh leaves Gusion and then finally is followed by him starting to move. He plants a tattooed hand next to your head while the other moves to play with your tits. You try to stealthily get your hands undone so you can scratch and claw his back, but he's having none of it. His thrusts speed up and become more forceful, which has you bouncing closer to the headboard but also brings you closer to your release faster than you'd like.

“S-slow down... Too much...” you manage to breath out between moans to maybe get some mercy to be able enjoy this feeling longer. Gusion only chuckles into your ear and speeds up even more, which has your headboard banging into the wall. At a time like this you're glad you don't have neighbours.

The hand playing with your tits moves to your clit to massage it and his head moves to plant kisses on that special spot on your neck. All of these things combined have you seeing stars and screaming his name.

It doesn't take much time for you to find your release despite trying to hold off for as long as possible. Gusion lets you ride out your orgasm but doesn't pull out. Quite the opposite, actually - he stops, still rock solid.

“Why did you finish me so quickly? Why didn't you finish yourself?” you still try to catch your breath.

“Do you really think I don't know that you also skipped yesterday? I bet there's a lot of things you have to write down for those classes too.” he picks you up while still inside you and carries you back to your desk.

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Dirty Little Secret

JOHNNY 'SOAP' MACTAVISH x FEM READER

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Summary: Being Johnny MacTavish's dirty little secret isn't easy, but you don't have the strength to walk away.

Warnings/Tags: Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral- F receiving, P in V Sex, Angst, Hurt/No Comfort, No Y/N

(Notes: Another smut purge but with feelings and angst. Maybe a part 2. Not sure yet. We'll see.)

Word Count: 2.3K

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"Tha's it sweetheart. Feckin' hell, ya feel so good."

It's three in the morning, you've got to be up for work in a few hours, and you're currently folded up like an accordion under Johnny while he takes his sweet time. He's been gone for two months, shipped off to God knows where, and now he's come home in one of his moods.

You whine at the snail's pace he's using to fuck you. His hands are like vice grips on your thighs as he slowly sinks into your wet heat, hissing through his teeth when his balls finally make contact with the tacky, slick-coated cheeks of your ass. He grinds down into you, muttering curses under his breath before slowly dragging his hips back… back… back until only the throbbing head of his cock is all that's left for your cunt to clench around.

"Steamin' Jesus, hen. D'ya feel how ya got a'hold o' me?" He leans back to look, breath huffing out of his slack mouth. "Christ, would ya look at tha'…"

Before you know what he's about, he's pulled out completely and is shifting his body down your own. You whimper and grab for him, a weak attempt, and watch helplessly as his head dives between your thighs with a ragged groan. He spent a small eternity with his face buried between your legs already, the beard burn on your inner thighs making you wince when his stubbled jaw rubs over the raw flesh again. You'll be feeling this for days, you know.

Overstimulated, you choke out a pitiful cry when his lips suction around your swollen clit, suckling it like a juicy peach he's just sunk his teeth into. You hips levitate off the bed, tears tracking across your temples into your hair as your orgasm suddenly breaks like a wave over you. When your walls bear down and you cum with a strangled gasp, Johnny surges up your body and bullies his cock into your pulsing channel. Your walls seize him, clenching and pulling, milking his length as it pulls him deeper.

"Christ! Hen, I canna hold—!" His words are cut off with a strained whimper as he climaxes, his back arcing like a bow. Fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips, locking you in place as he holds himself there, buried deep, letting his release fill you to overflowing.

Mindless bliss and panting breaths, a lingering kiss on your parted lips. He leans his sweaty forehead against yours and sighs as the tension in his body lets go.

Finally spent, he lifts himself away on shaking arms and falls beside you with a grunt, dragging you into his arms to press wet, artless kisses over your cheeks and sweaty brow. His hand smooths down your back to grip your ass, his other hand curled around the nape of your neck. He molds you to his body, sweat-slick skin sliding against yours as he buries his nose at the crook of your neck and breathes deep. "Missed ya so much, bonnie," he whispers against your throat. "So much…"

The last of his energy drained, he succumbs to exhaustion and falls asleep within minutes, head cradled on your breast.

When you wake up for work the following morning, he's already gone.

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There's not much you can say about your situation with Johnny. It started out with a random drunken hook-up, which became another and another, until finally he just started showing up at your flat.

You can't call it friends with benefits, because you're not really friends. He doesn't hang out with you, doesn't text or call. He just shows up, wrecks your world, and is gone by morning.

There's never been any discussion about boundaries, though you think you might have reached the limit of yours. How much longer can this go on? How much more can you take? How can you live with yourself knowing that you're nothing more than his dirty little secret?

You ask yourself these questions when you wake up alone the next morning, only the soreness between your legs and the fading smell of sex and his cologne on your sheets as proof that he was ever even there. Yet you dread the day when he stops coming 'round. It's like living with a gun pointed at your head, wondering when he'll finally pull the trigger and put you out of your misery.

It's torture, but self-inflicted; you're doing this to yourself. Sure, you talk a good game, tell yourself you'll put your foot down next time, but you end up tripping over it instead when you hear his knock at your door late at night. You see it for what it is: you're the fiend and he's the drug, and each time you give into your addiction, he only leaves you wanting more.

There's only one remedy for it, because you know he'll never love you back. You'll have to go cold-turkey, remove him completely from your life, but just the thought of it terrifies you. The thing is, you're not sure what scares you the most, the thought of losing him or the thought of him being okay with it.

Either way, you're too much of a coward to find out.

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You saw him today, on your lunch break.

He didn't see you, but you saw him— with her.

He was walking with her, arm slung over her shoulders, head tipped down to hear what she was saying. His face split into that grin that always melts your heart and he laughed, gave her a playful shake before pulling her in to plant a kiss on the crown of her head. He led her to a coffee shop, holding the door for her to enter, the two of them still laughing as they disappeared inside.

It was like a slap to the face, the way it hit you, a hot mess of emotions that bombarded you all at once. The worst of them, though, was the shame you felt, that deep-seated embarrassment that made your shoulders curl forward and filled your head with heat. Ears ringing, you staggered into an alley and threw up your turkey on rye, then went back to work.

Whatever happened afterward was a blur, your body on autopilot, your brain numb. At some point your supervisor stopped by your cubicle and told you to go home, that you looked unwell. Even after you left, the word kept repeating itself; unwell, unwell, unwell...

Yes. You were unwell.

You made it inside your flat before the dam broke, and then sobbed yourself dry slumped against your front door.

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The knock came later that night, long after you had already dragged yourself to bed. Wadded tissues scattered as you jerked fully awake, ears attuned to the muffled knocking that sounded again. Your heart was pounding.

Climbing out of bed, you crept through your flat, jumping when the rapping grew sharper and more insistent. You scurried the rest of the way to the door, rattling the chain to stop him before he started pounding with his fist.

"Jesus, bonnie! I thought somethin' was wrong," Johnny hissed, taking you by the arms and walking you backwards into the flat. You yelped as your feet tangled, grabbing hold of the front of his shirt as he caught you up in his arms to steady you. "Was ready t'kick in the door," he huffed, bringing a hand up to cradle your face.

Your chest clenched, all the hurt and sorrow that had settled during sleep now welling back up inside you. There was so much you wanted to say, but the culmination of it came out in one wavering word.

"Why?"

There was a beat of silence, then Johnny huffed a quiet laugh. "Ya must still be half asleep, sweetheart. C'mon, let's get ya back t'bed."

His words sounded flippant until you realized he couldn't properly see you in the dark room. You were glad the darkness hid your face, hid your red, swollen eyes and splotchy skin, hid your tears and your heartache. You let him lead you through the dark flat to your bedroom, but this time you were at peace with the decision. It was okay because you knew this time you weren't giving in.

You were giving up.

This would be your swan song with Johnny MacTavish, this one last time to tell him goodbye.

When he kissed you, you kissed him back, taming his hungry mouth with gentle lips, pouring every bit of your broken hope and useless love into him. Let him have it; it was all for him, anyway.

When he stripped you bare and laid you down on your bed, you clung to him like a lover would, for once, unashamed of how you felt, your heart letting him go even as your arms pulled him closer.

You wondered if he could feel it, could somehow sense that this was the end. There were several times that he pulled away, peering down at you in the darkness, his breaths panting and unsteady. He was quiet, too; unusual for him. He always talked during sex, but not this time. Instead, there was something akin to a reverent silence, the moment sacred. No words would suffice; it could only be felt.

When he entered you, you sobbed, just one gasping breath that hitched up in your chest. You felt him tense, heard him draw in a breath to speak, so, you pulled his head down and silenced him with a kiss, wrapping your legs around him and holding on tight.

A ragged sound escaped his throat as he rolled his hips and began to move. His kisses were lingering and deep, his body pressed close to yours, his hips rocking in the cradle of your pelvis but never losing contact. It was slow and sensual, but unbelievably intense.

When he finally rose above you, you felt him trembling, his thrusts growing stronger, faster, as he angled his hips to hit that spot that only he knew well. You arched to meet him with every stroke, your bodies moving in perfect accord, locked in an ancient rhythm that carried you both up that peak.

You came with a moaning cry, limbs locking around him as you rode out the high. His thrusts grew erratic, his grunts broken and choked. With one final thrust, he buried himself deep, hips hitching up as he came with a ragged, "Bonnie—!" punching out of his throat.

Panting breaths in solemn silence, that's all that can be heard in the aftermath. He didn't move away, choosing this time to stay inside you, his weight a familiar burden that you already miss. His kisses were slow, his hands affectionate, petting and stroking as he sighed into your skin. Eventually, he wrapped his arms around you and turned you both to your sides, the tip of his nose brushing yours as his big hand cupped the back of your head. You could feel his smile against your lips.

Once he fell asleep, you got out of bed to clean yourself up. As you washed away the spend that had dried on your thighs, a sense of grief overtook you, so you locked the door and cried into a bath towel. When the tears stopped, you washed your face then went back to bed.

You didn't sleep, made a concerted effort to stay awake. You wanted to be awake when he left this time, this one last time. At five in the morning, a muffled buzz broke the silence, and Johnny stirred beside you with a sleepy groan. So, that's how he did it, you thought absently. He set his alarm and slept with it under his pillow. You'd always wondered how he managed to be up and out of your flat before you awoke.

You felt him shift behind you, and pictured him sitting up, weight resting on his elbows. He blew out a long sigh, scrubbed his hand over his mohawk before drawing it down his stubbled cheek. When he reached out and traced the line of your body from shoulder to hip, you tried to be as still as possible, but his lips on your shoulder made you gasp. He huffed a quiet chuckle and rose from the bed.

While he was in the loo, you blinked your eyes open, the hot prickle of tears threatening to reveal your ruse. Not too much longer, you promised yourself, knowing he would be leaving soon. When his quiet steps came towards the bedroom again, you closed your eyes, willing your body to relax.

You listened to the rustle of clothes being slipped back on, the jingle of his buckle, the dull thud of his boots. Once he was dressed, he rounded the bed to your side, then stood there a moment before you heard him shift. His knees cracked when he dropped down to his haunches, one hand on the bed near your folded arms. He brushed his knuckles over your cheek and sighed, then leaned in to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Sleep tight, my bonnie," he whispered. "See ye soon."

He rose and stepped away, his footsteps heading toward the bedroom door. They paused in the threshold then continued on through the flat, the sound of your front door opening and closing reaching your ears. Your eyes opened and you stared at the dark, empty room, feeling hollowed out but at peace.

"I'll miss you, Johnny," you whispered. "I love you. Goodbye."

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part 2

[daydreamgoddess14]

Support System pt. 9

Roy Kent x Reader - domestic fluff and hints of further spice to come 😍

CH1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5 | CH 6 | CH 7 | CH 8

MASTERLIST

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You're enjoying the hottest shower you can bear and also not looking forward to going back to your poor water pressure trickle when he taps on the door. 

"Why you knocking?" You laugh over the pounding water. 

"Don't want to catch you doing something you don't want me to know about, " he says with a wink. You turn the shower off and step into the towel he's holding out. "Your phones been going mad, I hope you don't mind but I wanted to check it wasn't Lexie?" 

"Thank you, course I don't." You take the phone and look through the notifications. "Lots from your sister, she's seen the red carpet pictures… shit, the pictures!" You keep scrolling, reaching with your other hand to hold onto his t-shirt. He takes you hand and kisses the palm. "Ah. Here we go." You hold it up to show him. A slew of messages and missed calls from Andy. 

"Fuck. What a knob. Come on, I've made tea. Do you want to read them while I get angry or the other way around?" 

"Ooh we can switch and both get angry."

"Can't do that, you look really hot when you're mad and we haven't got enough time for that."

"Uhh you need talk? Jamie asked me last night if permanent concussion was a thing from all the times you've headbutted him." He holds his hands up, backing out the door. 

"I deny everything." He leaves you to pull on some leggings and one of his Richmond t-shirts (no name on the back). You bounce down the stairs, your heels from the night before discarded at the bottom. Your dress had been left there too but Roy's obviously rescued it and draped it over the back of the sofa. 

"Thank you for saving the dress." You tiptoe to kiss his cheek. 

"It's only down here so I can put it on you again and then take it back off." 

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't think we had time for that this morning?" You tease. You sit up on one of the barstools and he steps between your legs, holding out a piece of toast.

"We don't, but I can look at it and dream." He sneaks a kiss before passing your breakfast and moves to stand behind you. 

"I see what you're doing, feed me, put me in a good mood before I have to read these stupid messages?"

"Is it working?" He kisses your neck. 

"No."

"Yes," a laugh which makes you shiver.

"Fine, yes. OK, what have we got…" You unlock the phone and open Andy’s contact page. "Ready?" He nods into your shoulder.

" Now I see why you said no to getting back together. Starting tame, also he's not wrong. I'll allow it. You look like a slag in that dress. Juicy, god I haven't heard the word slag for years!" Roy growls. " I'm guessing Lexie doesn't know. She will when she wakes up. Hmm. OK. I mean, she likes you so I think we can cope with that situation. I think she'll be OK?"

"She's a fucking great kid, smart as hell. She'll be OK." He assures you. 

"There's more. He must have been pretty drunk by these I think. Bet he can't even fuck you with that dodgy knee. Uhhh, better than anyone. Ever. Ever." You feel his grin against your neck. "Don't get a big head."

"Not my head." He laughs, his beard and warm breath tickling you. 

"Ohhh stop doing that. Moving on. I'm sorry you dint really look like a slut. or slag. Ah, spelling and memory are becoming an issue. Oh god, he's back to sex. No idea why, he has literally zero to brag about. can't believe that wanker gets to fuck you in that dress bitch I wud fuk u better. Wow, that one is a real mess. Its the last one, I'm guessing he passed out after that because that last bit is just wishful thinking on his part."

"Didn't he have Lexie?"

"She went to his mums I think, he was going to the West Ham match."

"Good fucking job, if I find out he's getting wasted while she's with him-" You spin the seat around to face him again,

"You'll do nothing. I'll rip his dick off with my bare hands though." 

"Fuck me, you're hot when you're angry." 

"I should go and get her. I just need to check where from. Are you with Jamie today?"

"Yeah, but I can see him later if you want me to come with you?"

"I'll be OK. How shall we tell her? Do you want to be there?" 

"Your call babe, whatever you think she'd prefer? I'd rather not scare the shit out of her." 

"I'll get her and go back to mine. You could come over when you're done later if you want? If she asks me, I won't lie to her but if she doesn't, then we can tell her together? I'll cook for you for a change." 

"Perfect. Do me a favour?"

"Anything." 

"Wear this when you pick her up." He traces over your heart where it turns out, his name is on the shirt embroidered above the Richmond logo. 

"Baby, I would turn up in a full kit with your name on the back. Knee socks included, and football boots, just to piss him off." He kisses you fiercely, 

"Now you're just talking dirty to me," he mutters. 

"Yep, you love it. Come on, I bet Jamie's dying for gossip and I've got to get going." You text Andy while throwing only the important things in your bag. You're sure you've left a breadcrumb trail of your belongings around the house, but you know Roy won't mind. You head out together, the walk taking you both in the same direction for much of the journey. "Did you need to do anything about the photos?"

"Nah, no point in retracting them now and you look fit so the whole world can see them for all I care."

"Including your mum."

"Including my m-, shit, yeah I'd better call her. And your parents? Are they gonna wonder what the fucks going on?"

"I'll take Lexie round that way on our way home I think. Appease them."

"Nice one. Right, this is the Tartt's palace. See you later. Good luck, don't fucking kill him without me there to watch."

"Hmm I'll try. Don't make Jamie vom, he was trying really hard not to get too drunk last night but I don't think he was very successful."

"Story of his life. Love you." You smile up at him, 

"Love you too." Jamie has the door open before Roy's even hallway through the gate, waving at you. You wave back and carry on up to Andy’s mum's house. She had been largely on your side up to now, annoyed with Andy for breaking up the family and worried that she'd see less of Lexie because of it. You'd reassured her repeatedly, taken Lexie in for tea on the way home from school, picked up bits of shopping for her and gently tried to let her know that nothing had to change between them. You weren't so sure that would be the case this morning. 

 

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Andy’s car was on the drive so you braced yourself. 

"Darling girl, come in! Tea?"

"Hi Daph, yes please. I've only had time for one this morning." So far, so good. 

"Sore head?" She asked knowingly. 

"Not too bad. I suspect someone else is more hungover than me."

"You're not wrong. Did he give you crap?"

"A bit. How was Lex?"

"Oh golden, we had a lovely night. She's none the wiser by the way." She leads you from your hushed conversation in the hallway to her kitchen where Lexie sat eating breakfast and Andy hovered with a coffee in hand.

"Morning poppet, did you have a good night with Gran?"

"Yeah, we watched the new Matilda film!"

"And she hasn't stopped singing the songs yet!" Lexie grinned at her Gran.

"Show me later. Did you do your homework with Dad?" She nodded through a mouthful of cereal. Andy had yet to acknowledge you so far. "Shall we pop and see Nanny and Pop-pop on the way home?" Her face lights up, Andy grunts from the corner of the room. 

"Something to tell the folks eh?"

"Nothing we haven't already talked about." You quickly come up with the white lie. You don't want him to have the satisfaction that you're on clean up duty today. Lexie finishes her breakfast, puts her bowl in the sink and gives Daph a big hug. 

"Thank you Gran."

"Anytime pickle. Have a lovely week at school."

"And bye to Dad?" You prompt her, finishing your tea. You manage to leave without being cornered by Andy, it's pretty clear that his mum has told him to keep his mouth shut, so the short distance to your parents is a happy one. Your dad is already in the garden checking his plants and you can see your mum in the kitchen window beaming at Lexie. "Morning!" You call out, Lexie runs straight in so you go to your dad first. "Hiya dad." 

"Morning poppet," the same nickname you use for Lexie makes you smile. "Saw the paper."

"Hmm I thought you might have."

"Isn't he an almighty arsehole? I saw him on Sky Sports news, proper miserable bugger." You laugh at your dad's straight to the point question. 

"I still need to talk to Lexie, so I can't really talk about it too much, but he's so lovely dad. He's a grumpy fucker but he loves me, and Lexie too. It's early days, but he makes me very happy." Your dad stays quiet, just a grunt of acknowledgement. 

"I'll see about that. You'll bring him?"

"Soon, let's get the season finished first. It's a busy couple of weeks."

"Any luck on the job front?"

"Not yet."

"I hope you're not planning on just letting him support you? I didn't raise you like that."

"Dad! Course I'm not!" It stings a bit that he'd even ask that. You leave him to his tomato plants and go in to your mum. 

"Morning, love. Good night?"

"Yeah, thank you." Lexie is distracted by the baking your mum has already started, "you're not going to ask if I'm in it for the money as well are you?" Your mum laughs, 

"Don't be daft. Nice t-shirt," she notes. "Does the situation make you happy?" She asks cryptically for Lexie's benefit. 

"Very."

"Well that's enough for me for now. More details to follow though please. And you looked beautiful, my sweetheart."

"Thank you."

"He's very handsome. The only reason I'd put up with your dad watching Sky Sports news, really. Don't tell him I said that."

"I'm not telling either of them. Don't want him leaving me for my hot mum!" You stay long enough for Lexie the bottomless pit to have one of your mums famed apple muffins and pack up a couple to take for Roy, thankful that they can't ask too much with Lexie around. You plan to walk home via the park so text Sara who meets you with Phoebe. 

"How did the parental rounds go? Roy called this morning, said you'd have to deal with Andy's mum as well?"

"The mums are fine, I think. Turns out he's got a good fanbase in older women." 

"Oh that'll be his yoga women theory rumbled then. So confident they have no idea who he is! Like their husbands aren't all glued to weekend football."

"My dad asked if I was a golddigger."

"Ouch, rude!"

"Just making sure I'm not throwing my career away."

"What career?" She sniggers. 

"Oi, cheek!" 

"You looked so great together last night. The pictures were amazing."

"It didn't even cross my mind that they'd get attention like that. I wasn't expecting damage control this morning, or to have to tell those two so soon." You look over at where the girls are playing. 

"Phebs hasn't mentioned it yet, but it won't take long. You haven't got to see the playground parents tomorrow have you? That'll be fun, they love a bit of extracurricular shagging!"

"No, she's at breakfast club thankfully! I'm going to tell her this afternoon." 

"Good idea, gotta do it before anyone else can." You say goodbye with plans to watch the following week's Man City game together with the girls and to catch up in the week at school. 

 

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You're considering tackling the mountain of washing and more job applications when the front door knocks. Lexie, who's been quiet all morning, jumps up to open it. You can just about see the front door from the kitchen, so the first thing you see is Roy handing Lexie a bunch of pink tulips. 

"For me?" She squeaks, "really?"

"Is that OK?"

"Only mum has ever brought me flowers before! Mum! Roy brought me flowers!" She rushes in to show you, shaking the bunch in her little fist.

"Oh honey, they're beautiful! Shall I help you put them in water?"

"Can you do it? I'm making friendship bracelets."

"'Scuse me?"

"Pleaseee?"

"That's better, yes, I can do that for you." She puts the flowers on the table and runs back to the living room, high fiving Roy on the way past. "Someone is on the charm offensive." 

"Oh big time," he pulled another bunch from behind his back, peonies.

"How did you know?"

"Dunno what you're talking about." He checked the door before kissing you lightly, you cock your head to one side, "alright yeah, Lexie told me last week when you were out shopping with Sar."

"I knew you were a softy really."

"Only for you, don't get destroying my fucking tough man image."

"I wouldn't dream of it. I like that side too. Did you make Jamie vomit?"

"Unfortunately no. Did you kill anyone?"

"Unfortunately no. Bad mornings all round." He hasn't moved from your side yet and keeps looking to the door. "I think you're safe. She's making Richmond coloured bracelets for the match, we're watching with your mum and sister."

"So I've heard, means I'd better tell my mum about you then." At the knowledge that you shouldn't be interrupted for a few moments, he takes the opportunity to crowd you against the counter and really kiss you. You tilt your head to give you both better access and he sweeps his tongue over your bottom lip before biting it. The small gesture sends a wave of pleasure through your body and your hands go to the hem of his t-shirt of their own accord. You slide them just underneath enough to feel the warm skin on his stomach. The lightest scratch of your nails so close to the waistband of his jeans makes him growl into the kiss. "I've got to stop," he groans, pulling away from you. You can't help the desperate, needy moan at the loss of contact, and the look he gives you from that sound alone is enough to leave you trembling. You take a second to get your breath back and go back to sorting out the flowers. "Has she asked?" He questions once it feels safe enough to talk again. 

"Not yet. I'm going to go and talk to her, you're welcome to come with me?" He squeezes your hand reassuringly but makes sure to let it go once you're in the living room. "Hey, Lex? I need to tell you some that you might end up hearing about from someone else, I wanted to be able to tell you first though?" She sits up and starts measuring your wrist for a friendship bracelet.

"Is it about Roy?"

"Uhh yeah, how did you know?" She shrugs,

"He's here. And he brought flowers." You nod, 

"Right, of course. Yeah, it's about Roy. He asked me out to a fancy party last night. You might see some pictures of us-"

"Have you got them, can I see now?"

"Sure, I just need to get my phone." You're about to stand when Roy passes you his phone instead, and you see the lockscreen is one of the pictures from the night before. You hold it out to her, 

"You guys look so cute." Roy grunts at being called 'cute', "It's true!" She says, taking up his wrist to measure him for a bracelet. "So he's like, your boyfriend?" You steal a quick look at him, his eyebrows raise in anticipation of your answer. 

"Yeah. Is that ok?" Lexie shrugs,

"Sure, you're cooler than dad's new girlfriend but they broke up already. And now I get to meet footballers and hang out with Phoebe even more. She said we could be cousins and I told her I didn't have any so she said we should definitely do that. Can we?"

"Let's ummm… cousins is a very big step for you both. You really need to make sure you're ready so just slow down a bit there." Roy is sniggering at the big deal you've made cousins out to be, but Lexie is having none of it. 

"Mum, I think we'd be OK. We're nearly 9. We're not babies. I think you should just be brave and let us do it."

"Thanks for that input bunny, I'll take the cousins thing super seriously, ok?" She accepts your suggestion and thankfully drops the conversation. In the safety of the kitchen, you lean into him and let his arms wrap around you. "That was so scary. Why are 8 year olds so fucking terrifying?!"

"You were the shit, I fucking loved that." He laughs, his chest rumbling against yours. You stand together until Roy's phone rings and disturbs you. "It's Phoebe. Alright love?" He asks her. You can hear the squeal through the phone but can't make out what she's actually saying. You move away from Roy and give him a big thumbs up and a: you got this ! He doesn't look convinced, despite you only just telling him how scary it was. You can only hear his side of the call. "Nan saw the pictures? Yeah it was a fucking great dress. Yeah alright, I owe you. Worth it. No, this doesn't mean you're cousins now. You can be cousins when I tell you so. Cos it'll be up to me! Phoebe, put nan on the phone. Mum? Yeah she's OK. I'll come and see you tomorrow. I will, love you." He hangs up and you wait. "Phoebe is suddenly obsessed with cousins and mum wanted to check you were ok." You smile,

"I think that went well then. All the mums are on board, all the kids, I'm claiming the win." 

 

You cooked dinner, as promised and let Lexie watch a film with Roy afterwards while you packed her school bag and your work things. He left at her bedtime, leaving you with a kiss at the door. 

"Maybe Roy could have a sleepover next time, mum," she said halfway to sleep, "but you can't steal all the covers or he'll get cold."

"Thanks poppet, I'll make sure I don't steal the covers."

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[tired-biscuit]

MISS BISCUIIIITTTTTAAAAAAAAAA !!!!!! Kiba my beloved grumpy yet golden hearted elder werewolf teaching us how to act like a real person after a traumatic event!!!!!!!!!!! I need a 30000000000 part series!!!!!!!!! AUGHOUFHSBJABSJWN I know you've imagined the weirdly sad hate fucking that turns into some kind of relationship that is both sweet and violent!!!!!!! I know you see the vision!!!! The tension!! The pain!!! The drama!!!! The romance!!!!! Nobody else is giving me juicy visions like miss biscuit!!!!!!!

yes oh my gosh, i see it as like a platonic companionship in the beginning that eventually turns into a found family (friend?) situation and finally into an actual bond with mutual attraction/pining!

it’s rare that i use this word for kiba, but i’m thinking slowburn for this particular AU. like painful, intense, infuriating, hair-pulling, screaming-into-the-pillow slooowburn.

you’re just too distracted by the changes that are happening to your mind and body alike to be thinking about being intimate with someone - better yet, you don’t trust yourself to be, with your newly-acquired fangs and claws and short temper - and he’s far too busy stressing over you to actually think about you in that kind of way; as well as getting used to no longer being alone in this sucky situation, and of course keeping you in-check so that you don’t end up accidentally exposing the secret that you both share by biting someone’s head off.

so neither of you thinks about sex for the longest time. well, he does - at least far more quickly than you do - but not like, with you, you know…? just the standard, occasional wave of hormones that doesn’t really mean anything and that makes him take care of the need on his own or maybe hook up with someone from time to time. but that’s pretty much it.

it’s only when you finally start settling down and feeling somewhat comfortable in your skin that your libido slowly announces its return and you begin to pay attention to other things than surviving one day at a time.

like the way his adam’s apple bobs in his throat when he throws his head back and gulps down water after he’s done with his run, for example. or how he spreads his legs wide open and leans back when he sits on your couch. or how good his hands feel on your strong legs when he goes to help you stretch, really pushing your limits. the way his sweat smells. his scent in general.

the whole thing gets super frustrating and confusing real quick, especially by how inhumanly strong the pull you feel towards him is. it’s not even because it’s him necessarily, more so because there are actual physical changes plaguing you. a steady heat burns between your thighs. your panties aren’t just damp, they get slick with want. your mouth literally salivates at the thought of being able to slam your hips down onto a cock, feeling the fullness it provides. the sensations are nothing like the ones you had before you changed, and experiencing them all of a sudden sends you back on your progress when it comes to managing your rage.

he notices the shift in your behaviour rather quick, and it doesn’t take him long to figure out what the problem is either. after all, the arousal you’ve begun to feel for him basically drips off of your scent, exposing you further. it doesn’t really take a genius to put the pieces together, just a werewolf with a keen sense of smell.

and i think he almost finds it endearing, kind of…? you, getting wet over him. he’s smug about it, of course he is, and it pisses you off greatly, but inflated male ego aside, he’s mostly pleased that he’s succeeded in making you feel secure enough in your own body for it to start seeking intimate connection and yearn for sex.

but yeah, while you do feel more secure, you still have your ups and downs. things still trigger you pretty darn fast and you’re definitely still unpredictable. the only difference now is that you get horny as well on top of all the crap you’re going through. great.

luckily for you, he’s got just the thing you need. and the best thing about it is that he isn’t some fragile human… he can actually take everything you throw his way; every scratch, bite, squeeze and shove. his endurance matches yours. perhaps it even tops it.

you don’t need to be scared. you don’t have to hold back at all.

[wisteria-winter]

I just had to say that your last Anon's dream, and your thoughts, are absolutely BRILLIANT, and have my mind buzzing with theories all over again!

I've definitely always gotten a Wizard Of Oz type vibe from Alastor, where he could be possibly using intimidation as a smoke screen to hide something...or someone...else. "Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain!"

It would make perfect sense for our favorite Radio Demon to make a deal with someone to have them take his competition out for him, so that he can take the credit and move up in the ranks of the Overlords himself, in exchange for his soul.

The fact that we just hear the missing Overlord's screams, and never hear of any bodies, tells me that they might not even be dead at all, but imprisoned by whoever Alastor made his deal with. Juicy future plot hook alert if somebody finds out that Alastor didn't actually kill the overlords himself, or the Overlords Alastor had taken out show up again!

Eve as the embodiment of evil, and a possible candidate for who that person could be, is something that had never crossed my mind before, and I really like it! The fact that Eve hasn't made an appearance yet, or mentioned much, leaves things wide open for her to appear as the ultimate Big Bad somewhere down the line!

The one thing that's always intrigued me, is how Husk knows that Alastor is on a chain, too. If I remember correctly, I think the chains don't really appear in physical form unless the person who owns the soul pulls on it, so Husk must have seen the chain himself, and possibly whoever was on the other end of it.

Does Husk know the person somehow, I wonder? And did Alastor win Husk's soul in the card game, in order to keep him quiet about his own deal?

Sorry for rambling a but, but there's just so much to think about!

Oh, thank you dear! You really make one smile from ear to ear

Alastor is indeed one who likes to keep himself as a mystery.

Very much one who would hide his powers when he knows he's the strongest. There is far more joy in seeing the face of one who thought they could take the world realize that they are simply a rat to be stomped out. Seeing that confidence turn into despair, hearing how quickly spats of arrogance turn into pleads of mercy. Quite a joy indeed.

And on the other side of that coin, he is also one, that when weak, would show off his powers. Making himself out as the strongest, like a snake dawning the skin of one with venom. For if others believes his ruse, then there will be no one who'll challenge him, and with that, figure out his bluff.

An interesting note is also that, we don't really see many magic users throughout the series. Which makes me believe that when the overlords speak of strength, it's mostly referring to the power they hold over others, and possibly, the more souls you own the more physical strength you get. (Which could be why it is seen as hard to overthrow an overlord)

So, there really doesn't seem to be many magic users only ones I can recall are, Charlie, Lucifer and Alastor. Which I feel is a part in what makes Alastor’s powers unique.

Though there is an interesting thing about magic, most of the time, it's just smoke and mirrors. It's like he's a non-magical magician who found his way into a world of fantasy and is pretending to be a powerful mage. When in reality he's just normal man with a great talent for fooling others and tricking their senses.

This is clearly not the case for Charlie and Lucifer, as they have inherited magic.

Oh, there is also Adam, whom I'd guess got some magic when he became an angle.

Makes me wonder if all winners gain some sort of magic.

Which also leads me to wondering, how do angels gain more power? Do they also have some sort of soul deals or is it simply that there is no way to gain power in heaven? So you just get what you've been given and there is no way to change that?

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Indeed, Alastor having someone that cleans up the riff-raff and then using that action to his advantage, feels quite fitting. He'd take credit for cleaning the streets while also sharing the last songs of the ones who dirtied them. Making everyone believe that he's a force never before seen and one you should be weary off. When the reality is not actually that cut and dry. For in reality, he's just a little deer falsely reporting the news.

Though it does beg the question of, why? Why would he sell his soul for something like that?

He doesn't strike me as immensely power hungry, more someone sees himself as always deserving respect. Like, I do feel that he'd be pretty content just spending most of his time sitting in his radio tower doing whatever he does. So, what pushed him into making the deal?

(What if at first it was just a simple deal? Something similar to the one he made with Vaggie, but then over time, those kinds of deals escalated and before realizing it, he was stuck on a leash.)

We don't really have enough info to conclude anything, but there had to be something that pushed him. Or maybe whoever did the killings wanted him to broadcast the screams and the first deal was really just "I'll make them scream and you broadcast it to everyone" and then after a while they allowed him to take credit as well. (Possibly in a way to keep their own actions hidden.)

Regardless, of how true any of that is, it is clear that the flashback that Mimzy tells isn't the whole story. Like I doubt we can even fully trust the visuals, considering that he shows up with his current show outfit. In contrast, he is shown with his pilot outfit in the photo Vox has of him.

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Quite so, the screams and lack of bodies leaves the possibility of them not being as dead as one would presume, open. I like your idea that instead of being dead they are more just imprisoned. And having them at some point return does sound quite interesting, would Alastor be able to beat them? Would they be able to expose him? Does anyone remember them?

To add to that, what if they are alive, but in pieces? Alastor does say "I'll tear your soul apart" when 'disciplining' Husk, which makes me wonder if he's done that before?

What if the overlord that disappeared had their souls pulled apart? Had those pieces sown into puppets just to be used? Letting them to lose their sense of self and just follow orders. Left to only be seen as a doll on string.

I do feel that that could explain where his little minions come from.

An interesting note is that the only other character we've seen summon 'minions' is Lucifer, though his 'minions' were more just copies of himself. Which just further the fact that Alastor is indeed powerful, but his powers are more just a cheap imitation of Lucifer's powers.

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Glad to hear you find it reasonable that Eve could have become the embodiment of evil as a result of consuming the apple. Maybe that means were onto something?

I do like the idea that she could be the ultimate challenge for our crew. Wonder if they would just kill her like they did Adam or try to, in a way, purge that evil from Eve and then try to redeem her?

Hard to tell, but knowing that, somewhere in the embodiment of evil, there is a girl who just made a mistake of trusting someone. That has to hurt. I wonder how Lucifer would feel, like he can't really condone killing Eve(Evil) for in the end, it's his fault. It's all his fault.

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Indeed, Husk knowing Alastor is on a leash is quite an interesting fact. Considering that it doesn't really ley in Alastor to tell something so demeaning, and based on his reaction it very much seems like something he rather Husk didn't know.

I feel you are quite right in the chains only appearing when in used.

So it could be, as you noted, that the only reason Husk knows is because he saw the chain being used on Alastor. Husk probably wasn't meant to see that, bringing further irritation to Alastor. As it being a mistake means it could have been prevented.

There is also the possibility that Alastor accidentally blurted it out on accident and regrets it to this day. I can imagen that he hates the fact that Husk knows his biggest secret, and in a way, may fear him telling someone. Like Husk was able to say it to Al, so there is always the fear and possibility that someone could overhear.

Like, I wonder is part of his visceral reaction was in part that Husk said it when the Morningstars + Vaggie where just a few steps down the hall. What if they heard? (They probably didn't, Charlie was talking, and Lucifer was focused on her. The only one that possibly could have heard would have been Vaggie, but she also seemed pretty distracted. Plus, none of them seemed to have noted that Alastor stopped.)

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Oh! That's an interesting though,

Which could mean that Alastor and Husk were well acquainted before the 'accident'.

Oh, imagen having such a powerful friendly fellow, finding out their secret and as a result you lose all their trust, and it's not even your fault. Then they force you into a game, knowing you can't refuse because you need the power. It's pretty interesting, if not a bit half-baked.

As for Husk knowing the person, it feels very up in the air. I think it mostly depends on how attentive Alastor’s handler is and how they communicate. Like if they visit in person, then at the very least, Husk should recognize them. But, what if the communication is over the radio waves? What if it's Alastor’s mic that's connecting him to them and it's through that, they communicate? If such was the case, then I'd doubt Husk would know them in any way.

A fun little note, when the chain of Husk is shown, it's very much wrapped around Alastor’s mic, not really his hand. Which makes me curious if the mic is some kind of conduit for his powers. Like others are connected to him through his mic. Like, what if the mic is a creation between Alastor and his handler? Making him bound to his mic, but anyone else bound to his mic will fall under him. While his handler is more bound directly to him.

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I don't mind the ramble, if anything I welcome it! Plus, can't say I'm much better when my own response is around 1500 words

Regardless, Thank you so much! I really do appreciate the ask, it really made one think, Which is always a delight, right?

I hope my letters, sown into the words the you've read, have given something thoughtful for your head ᵔᵜᵔ

[breed-the-stars]

Hot writing tip to make your erotica so much better!

Your writing is going great. Things are steamy and hot. The story is reaching it's literal climax-

Hold up.

Pause.

You have a character who's about to orgasm? Then consider the following;

There are many different ways to experience an orgasm, and not just in the way the orgasm is achieved.

Let's say you have Jean, who's having sex with Terry. Terry is a very energetic lover, and is hitting all of Jean's pleasure points very quickly one after the other. Jean experiences a very sudden orgasm that seizes their muscles entirely.

Once again you have Jean, but this time Jean is having sex with Drew. Drew takes their time, but Jean is enjoying themselves just as much as with Terry. When Jean does orgasm, it's one that's a slow build and a wonderful release.

How would you describe the physical effects of both of these orgasms? What muscles are moving, what body parts are reacting, how prominent is the sound of one's heartbeat? And so on.

(If you noticed that the names are gender neutral, it's because that yes both vaginas and penises can experience different types of orgasms. It's not exclusive to either.)

(And obviously if your character has something other than human genitalia *gestures to the monster fuckers* then that's your cue to really get into the nit and gritty!)

The word itself "orgasm" (and the other words that mean it) is a double edged sword. Your reader might look at it and think "Oh so it's [reader's idea of a standard orgasm]" and might not be able to imagine something that deviates from that idea, even if you then go on to describe the specifics. You have to be smart about when you use the word, and why.

You just spent [insert number here] words describing all that juicy buildup, don't shoot yourself in the foot by skimping out on your climax.

Need some spicy examples? Sure thing!

With an aching breath Trevor felt it, the unmistakable lurch as his body fought against the high. Just a little longer. He just had to hold on a little longer-

He screamed, nails hooking at flesh as he trembled, unable to stop as pulse after euphoric pulse echoed throughout his body. He couldn't stop it. He couldn't stop himself.

Here's an example without the word ever being used. If an orgasm implies even an ounce of pleasure, then it counteracts the main focus in this scene, so it's completely avoided for this one instance.

"More- please I need-!"

Zoey gasped as her body started singing, her heart rushing every drop of blood throughout her body, warming every fiber inside her the same way her dearest had done. Zoey barely registered her legs had found their new home, locked tightly around her lover's waist. She was too enthralled by how right it felt, offering her own body as a home for her love.

They chuckled, smiling at how doped up Zoey looked right about now, "I'm guessing you came?"

She blissfully nodded.

Here it's used for comedic effect, to under exaggerate what Zoey experienced. Whatever preconceived idea you might have about coming, it's probably not quite like what Zoey just felt.

Now that you've gotten that first climax described, you've given your reader something to think back on if you decide to have multiple orgasms in a single session.

From here you can use the term when appropriate, just remember the classic "show don't tell" rule. If something specific is happening during these other orgasms, let your ready in on those juicy details!

Ken came for the last time that night, feeling his balls struggling to release their final spurts.

But maybe you have a story where the first time someone orgasms isn't that important, like it's a blink and you miss it blowjob or something. The real climax is only much later, and it'll be one to pay attention to.

Then that's when the word is to your benefit!

As Monica psyched herself up for the day, she stepped past the shower curtain and thought about that lovely woman from last week. With her deft fingers it didn't take long to feel an orgasm wash through her, the shower cleaning away any evidence.

Much later, Monica thanked whatever gods had cared to listen. No longer was the woman from her thoughts trapped in her mind. She was here, pressed against Monica, cooing pleasantly. Unlike this morning, Monica wanted this to last. She could feel herself wanting to just cross that razor's edge, let herself go.

And she would.

Soon.

Very soon.

And by God she did.

Hopefully this helps you out, or that you enjoyed reading through the example snippets.

[help-im-a-medstudent]

Hi! I'm a clinical medical student on placement. I've been recently struggling with getting flashback (blood) into cannulas and vacutainers and struggle to ascertain patient veins. Do you have any advice about how I can get blood into cannulas/vacutainers and palpate patient veins. I'd be very grateful.

Oh man I HATED cannulas as a med student, although I had the opposite problem, where I would get flashback but couldn't advance and fully site the cannula.

Also apologies for the delay on replying to this, it's been a busy end of placement to get things sorted haha

My tips would be:

take your time with EVERYTHING. Make sure you've got all your equipment set up and to hand, because just slightly turning to try and pick up the blood bottles or flush or something can cause a slight movement in the needle and cause it to come out of the vein. Similarly take your time selecting the best vein and also advance the needle slowly - it's difficult to judge how deep the vein is just by palpating, especially if its in the ACF, so it's easy to get flashback but advance too far. Stop at the first sign of flashback then advance a small amount (about 1cm unless you're inserting a widebore cannula) to ensure the entire needle tip and cannula tip are in the vein, but haven't gone through the other side. Also get yourself and the patient into an optimal position. I can guarantee this helps, because the cannulas I most commonly missed are ones where I'm slightly at an angle, trying to get around stuff around the bed, or have tried to do it without the patient's arm being fully straight. Get a second pair of hands to help position the patient if they aren't able to do it themselves. It's not a failure or sign you're bad at cannulas if you have to do this, and means you're more likely to get it first time so that's better for the patient

Rest added under the cut

2. Get the skin taut Especially with older people who's skin has list some of the collagen, or if the patient is dehydrated. Palpate where the vein is when you've got the skin taut and keep it there. Veins can wriggle especially when trying to get a needle in them, but they move when the skin is pulled so there's no point palpating unless you've got the vein in the position you're going to approach it from

3. Tap, use alcohol wipes and gravity The hand veins can pop up really nicely with a bit of encouragement. Get the tourniquet close to the hand, get the patient to open and close their fist and dangle their hand over the side of the bed for a bit to get the veins nice and juicy.

4. Think about anatomy You don't always need to go in the middle of the ACF - I like to feel in the lateral or medial parts because the veins can be more palpable. Also people often have a nice one running from the thumb joint along the back of the hand over the wrist (it's often nice and straight and doesn't have valves/confluences with other veins) image below for demonstration:

5. Don't automatically get a smaller gauge needle It's tempting to think oh I'll use a blue because the veins are small/difficult, but actually you're more likely to miss with a smaller one and it's more likely to clot when trying to take blood off, and less likely to be properly in the vein if it's deeper.

That's all off the top of my head but basically it's just doing them over and over again until it feels natural and easy. Also US guided is great but I'd recommend not just immediately learning and relying on US because it's slower, there's not always a machine around and it's fiddly (also it does feel really satisfying getting a tricky one in without the US). Get good at it without ultrasound then add that skill to your repertoire later :)

If anyone else has tips feel free to add on!

[lovebillyhargrove]

Tommy I miss you (part 5)

All these years .. all these years he's been .. having this burning desire which never disappeared but which he so skillfully subdued .. disguised. Ignored. Taught himself to live with.

Why? What for? Just not to appear who he's not allowed to be? Who he's never gonna be accepted as? By his family, by his friends .. this town?

Who he was so afraid to be rejected as, by Steve himself? ..

And look, what Harrington is doing now.

Cause one day this new guy just rolls in and shows the whole town how much he doesn't give a fuck.

There are other, fresher places to live in, Hagan, Hawkins is not the only town on earth

He used to tell Tommy when they were sharing a couple of joints in the camaro.

Hawkins is Tommy's town though. He never wants to leave it, wants to build his life here, his career, his family ..

Family.

He wants a family. With Carol. It's true and sincere, he loves her so much.

Wanting to kiss his best friend has also been true and sincere. It was also supposed to stay hidden away forever, and Tommy would've coped, if only Hargrove's hadn't shown up, if only Hargrove hadn't stolen Steve from him.

And what did Harrington see in this guy anyways? Okay, he's unbelievably hot. He's also .. like .. the embodiment of freedom, of "no-one tells me what to do." Like he can do anything - if he wants it. There's also a feeling that .. he's hiding so many layers under all of that juicy loud bravado. He's not that simple. He goes deep.

But he's gonna break your heart, Steve! Don't you know it? Guys like that have heartbreaker written all over them. Why can't you see it, why have you - you of all people, King fucking Steve - fallen for him?

While I'm just a friend you've known for ages. I would never hurt you, and I would always do everything - for you.

And alright, Hargrove .. he's really, hands down, the best. Tommy wants to be friends with him too, craves his attention, has been following him around since day one, it's like .. you can't not love Billy, okay? Can't be immune to him. Hagan fell for him too, who is he trying to fool here. But ..

It's just .. the fury is blinding him, he can't think straight right now. He feels like a ragged wound, gushing blood and betrayal.

Tommy's hand slides in his jacket pocket. He picked it up from the kitchen - the knife, the cold sharp blade, so cold, unlike his burning heart, drowning in agonising pain. He needs to let it out, he needs to show Steve that he'll never - ever - find a friend as faithful as Tommy.

He's gripping the handle and slowly taking the knife out. Steve is still behind him, he doesn't suspect anything. Probably sitting there on the bed, drunk and high and oblivious, as fucking always.

Tommy just needs to turn around.

And he does.

Only, at this very moment, the door gets flung open and Hargrove - big, bad, sinful Hargrove crazily stumbles inside.

The knife is out. Who is it gonna be?

Previously on .. it's a scene from "Wake me up when July is around" when there's a party, and Tommy sees Steve and billy kissing in secret, and then confronts his drunk bff. Wanna write a Tommy-centered fic and make it angsty af ))

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When Steve enters his room, he sees someone's silhouette there. One person. Smoking near the open window.

Oh, did he decide to come back?

"Hargrove?"

Steve's feeling for the light switch. Don't hide, sweetie, let me find you.

When he hits the lights, it's

Tommy who's turning around, holding a cigarette, looking at Steve all bitchy-like.

"I'm not Hargrove. Sorry."

"Can see that." An especially loud hiccup escapes his mouth

"Everything alright, Tommy?"

Also, why sorry?

His eyes are strange.

Hagan's exhaling shakily.

"Can I talk to you? For a second?"

"Sure, man. Shoot. Might be a little drunk, but uh .. aren't we all." Harrington's face is breaking into a happy smile

His friend is scoffing, but doesn't say a word.

The pause seems so fucking long. Good thing Steve went to the bathroom before. He would've pissed his pants waiting for Tommy to say what he wants to say.

"Dude, did you and Carol have a fight? What happened?"

"You. You tell me, Harrington."

"Me?" A hiccup

"I don't know what happened. What do you mean?"

Tommy is taking another drag, looking even bitchier

"For Christ almighty's sake, you gonna say something? Anything, Tommy?"

Hagan's clearing his throat.

"Are you .. like .. what's going on between you and Hargrove?"

Well, I'll be dipped in shit. Steve's pulse is picking up its pace

"Uh .. nothing? Just uh .."

Billy ran away.

"Really? Cause it feels like .. there's something."

What the fuck is this now. Steve's furrowing his eyebrows, trying to look as if he's trying really hard to understand what Tommy is saying

"Uhm .. Nope."

At least the hiccups seem to have stopped, that's definitely an upside to this whole weird ass conversation

Steve's legs are feeling like cotton, and he's moving towards his bed, sitting down facing Tommy who's staring at him like he can't believe the shit that's unfolding right now

"Are you for fucking real? You're just gonna lie to my face and tell nothing is going on? I just saw you !! You were all over each other !! You were jumping him like a bitch in heat, Steve, fucking .. humping his leg? And .. and don't tell me bullshit like it wasn't like that. I fucking saw everything!"

Oh crap.

"I know what I saw." Tommy adds

Oh CRAP

Harrington's just sitting on the bed. The hiccups are definitely gone. Even the alcoholic haze might've cleared up. A bit.

Tommy throws out the cigarette butt out of the window and takes out another Camel from his pack

The fog is taking another step back. Like, Steve can persist in lying, or .. or he may lose a friend. His best friend.

He's suddenly very thirsty. Like, his mouth runs dry as a desert.

"Alright, Tommy. You .. you wanna know? Hargrove and me, we might've .. fucked. Once."

"Fucked?" Tommy's spit flies near Steve's face

Gross

"Once ??"

"Or twice. It doesn't matter, Tommy, he's gonna be gone soon, and I just .."

What a way to get back to reality. And here he was, thinking he was soaring drunk

Tommy's voice sounds spiteful

"What? Wanted to experiment?"

Harrington is suddenly quiet.

No. It doesn't seem like a mere experiment, Tommy.

Steve doesn't say it out loud. Keeps on sitting quietly on the edge of the bed.

So, it's not an experiment? Then what is it?

Tommy's bitter voice snaps him out of it

"Are you a fucking fag, Steve?"

So what? Would it affect their year-long friendship?

Harrington takes his own voice under control. Makes it steely

"Would you have a problem with that? Huh, Tommy? Would you have a fucking problem with that ??"

And then

"Give me a cig."

Tommy hands him a Camel and the lighter.

The first drag is sobering.

Tommy keeps on talking

"I mean, we've known each other .. for years and then Hargrove waltzes in our town, and you're suddenly a fucking ..?"

Are there tears in his eyes? For real?

"Let me repeat the question. Would it be a problem, if I was a fag, Tommy?"

Hagan is literally swallowing fucking tears

"When did it start?" He mutters quietly

"I .. I don't remember .. in spring?"

When did it start, Steve?

"What started in spring? Like .. kissing?"

Why does he need to know the details, are they so important

"I kissed him. At the Halloween party. I was mad about Nancy and just .. but we didn't .. fuck then."

"So .. in spring you .. like .. went all the way?"

"Yeah. We did."

Hagan is nodding, his eyes lowered

"Who fucks who?"

"Why should it matter?"

Tommy's running a palm over his face

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why didn't I tell you? Because man, look at yourself right now! Look at how you are .. disgusted with the whole thing!"

"I'm not .. disgusted." He almost whispers

If you are not, then what the hell's wrong with your face and voice ??

Tommy looks hurt. He knows he will never try anything, no matter how much he wanted - still wants - to.

But in his eyes - Steve can see it so clearly now - there are flashes of

I could never

I'm not a faggot

Why it is not me

Why is it him

What if

It's not too late ..

It's crazy

He suddenly leans down just an inch closer to Harrington but

Steve draws backwards, lifts his hand and grasps Hagan's shoulder with it

There's still iron in his voice but he makes it sound softer

"Hey Tommy. Man, I .. Let's keep it cool between us, okay? We're friends, right?" He's looking into Hagan's eyes, direct and

Honest.

Tommy's eyes are full of

Jealousy, cowardice, regret

"Let's stay friends. You're right - we've known each other practically all our lives. You're my best friend. And maybe I should've told you .. about this whole thing but .."

Steve means the words he's saying

"I don't know what's going on between me and Hargrove, well .. it's just uh .. fun, nothing serious. It just happened. And he's leaving soon, it's not gonna get any bigger than that, one hundred percent. So .. there's no point, really."

Tommy's listening, both of their cigarettes forgotten and building ash

"Also, look .."

The ash is falling down on the carpet

Steve takes a long drag

"I don't really want to talk about it anymore. Not now, at least. It's not .. really not worth it."

[ninjagirlstar5]

Hello local Teruya enjoyer, mind if i ask why he's one of your favorite characters? As in, what made you so love the little guy turned big guy in sequel so much?

Oh boy. That's kinda hard to answer actually as I essentially worked backwards when I saw Teruya's character. As in, I heard about SDRA2 (and eventually DRA) through WeebyNewz's livestreams, looked at fanfics on AO3, and got to know Teruya's character through there before eventually jumping right in to writing him for my (shipping) project. As a result, my interpretation of him was far from perfect as I knew the broad strokes of his character and his role in both games but didn't know the little details until I went back to really consume DRA and SDRA2's story by actually listening/watching the streams or even playing the game myself. I'm going through SDRA2 right now with a Discord mutual, but it's been put on hold due to college. But since I'm essentially done with my spring semester now (all I have left is a critique for Printmaking but that class is pretty chill thanks to my professor so I'm not worried about it), I'm hoping we'll be able to pick that back up soon-ish. It'll depend on our schedules.

Anyways, back to the question as to why I love Teruya...I've essentially built up an image of him in my head thanks to my many on-the-fly headcanons and what I researched about him. But when I started watching DRA, I noticed he was a sweet, funny but flawed kid that can snap pretty easily at others and can get quite emotional while also taking part in bad actions that get others hurt just to benefit himself (hiding food for himself and plotting to murder Haruhiko being some of them), and being a hypocrite on top of that. But that didn't make me hate him or anything, but made me love him more as he's far from a perfect character, let alone a perfect person. Teruya lashing out, arguing with others, and just struggling to keep up in the killing game, even when he decides to better himself and take after Haruhiko and follow Satsuki's parting words, makes him a very interesting and nuanced character! I loved watching him caring about Yuki in Chapter 5 by checking in on him and being supportive, even when he falls for the obvious framing of Mikako by Monokuma. He still makes mistakes, but the little actions he does for others can make him a good friend that deeply cares. And the way he wondered why Fake!Yuki/Utsuro and Akane just...let them go, even when he agreed with Kinjo and Rei that they were awful, perhaps even evil people, that line made me go, "OH, his feelings are complicated" and that kind of nuance is SO juicy. The feeling of knowing this person has wronged you in a horrible way that you have every right to not only hold them accountable but cut them out of your life but you still miss them anyways because you loved them and the memories you've made with them despite everything? Good shit, more of this please. I like that Teruya has just a slightly different opinion than Rei and Kinjo's, even though he still agrees with them in the end and rightfully so. And I like seeing his slightly more mature personality while still having a few of his quirks and interests in SDRA2 as he felt a little more like an adult version of himself. Teruya is sooo interesting to dig into and analyze that I have a hard time organizing all of my thoughts on the fly but basically, I love him in DRA and SDRA2 and coming up with headcanons for him before, after, and in-between the stories. He's such a fun but sad character when you really think about it.

...Even if it will always annoy me on how underutilized he was in SDRA2. If he was just used a little more smartly and given much more care like in DRA, I feel like his death would've hit much, much harder, even with repeated viewings. Which is a shame cause I do think I can see where LINUJ was trying to go with Teruya, that Teruya was meant to be a character that did his best to help the SDRA2 cast despite being stuck in the killing game together and preventing history from repeating itself, only to be met with repeated failures despite trying to do everything right this time. And was unfortunately put into a position where he had no choice but to die lest the worst case scenario played out, all due to Mikado's plotting, Kinjo's choices, and Rei's mistakes. (They all played a role in it but all of them have different levels of responsibility for it, with Mikado being the biggest one since he's, you know, his murderer and turned Teruya's avatar into a firewall in the first place, but Teruya probably would've have been put into that situation if Kinjo just didn't use him as bait or if they simply had more time for Rei to make another escape code for Teruya to use for himself in case things go south - and that's assuming he was able to prioritize escaping despite witnessing Rei's supposed death.) But unfortunately, as much as I love Teruya, all I can remember from his role in SDRA2 is that he spouted hope platitudes in Chapter 2, started dipping out of the group in Chapter 3 (and it seems like I won't be able to COMPLETE HIS FTEs ACCORDING TO THE WIKI'S GUIDE ON HIS AVAILABILITY GODDAMMIT-), went CrAzYYyy in Chapter 4, and then just disappears and DIES in Chapter 5 and it isn't until Chapter 6 that we learned that Teruya purposely ate the poisoned food to destroy the firewall inside of him, trying to sacrifice himself and hoping it'll give the Kisaragi Foundation the time they'll need to get the rest of the cast out, never finding out that Kinjo hired Syobai to act as a double agent and that he used him and Rei as bait to try and distract Mikado from ever finding out about Syobai's double agent status. I feel as though Teruya was stripped of most of his nuances from DRA, and that frustrates me because I want him to be utilized more in SDRA2! I want to care about his relationship with the cast! I want him to be his own person with his own opinions, even when he agrees with and even looks up to Rei and Kinjo! I want him to have more moments of characterization and hear his stories about the Kisaragi Foundation and his reflection on his past instead of being hit with the amnesia plot point (which I feel did more harm to his character)! I want him to be the mediator of the group, like how he supposedly acted out that role back in the Kisaragi Foundation between Rei and Kinjo according to LINUJ in his concept art! And another reason why I don't like how Teruya is handled in Chapter 4 the more I think about it in hindsight, is that I felt as though LINUJ was trying to have him be like Kinjo. And I! Don't! Like that! Even if Teruya's beliefs started to become warped due to following Kinjo's leadership over the years and may have rose-tinted glasses in his belief in him, I still don't like how LINUJ handled him in Chapter 4! Because I don't want a Kinjo 2.0 that you can get at the dollar store, I want Teruya fucking Otori!!!

...anyways. My issues with how Teruya was handled in SDRA2 aside, I love him a lot. But I'll admit, a lot of that comes from my own interpretation of his character and how much depth I gave him from what I learned of him. And honestly, that's one of the fun parts of fandom: digging into a character to the point that you're probably overanalyzing them but you kinda don't care because it's so much fun to add even more depth to a character you love. He's my blorbo, my scrunkly, my fucked up lil guy turned fucked up big boi, and I can hurt and comfort him however I want.