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luviwon · 2 months ago

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FLOWERS OVER EXES — k.sn

❀ in which kim sunoo makes up for your ex boyfriend's miserable behaviour and gets you flowers to bring up your mood. but he doesn't stop there and brings you to heaven too. ❀ a combination of angst, fluff and vanilla smut is this a thing? (who could not fall for romantic sunoo i am actually on the floor now someone rescue me) ❀ in the mood for something sad but sweet and passionate as well so there you go ❀ for whoever doesn't want to read the smut part, i will put a small warning before the start of that so read worriless. as for my horny readers, you can just jump down there to avoid all the tear-causing scenes.

"leave, then. i don't need you anymore"

his words were just as a sharp arrow, splitting your heart into two. you did not dare to confront him anymore, not after everything that has happened. looking at him in the eyes one more time, you felt a burning tear painting your face. it was not worth crying for this pathetic man, but you couldn't help yourself. everything you have shared together was still there somehow, and despite his wrong doings, you still kept thinking about the good times.

you had to control yourself, though, and acknowledge what a piece of trash he was. and that there was no better decision than to stand up and leave as he said. you did not need him anymore either.

"i'll send someone to get my things by the end of this week"

he just nodded, turning his back to you and going on his phone. is this the lowest respect he has left for you? you opened your mouth sligthly, ready to criticise him and tell him one final thing before leaving forever, but you stopped yourself. you were more than that and should not lower yourself to his level.

without further goodbyes, you left your ex boyfriend house and walked down the steps, holding your tears back still.

you kept your head down as you walked through the streets, trying to ignore the tightening in your chest. the cool evening air nipped at your skin, but it wasn’t enough to numb the ache growing inside you. each step felt heavier than the last, the weight of everything pressing down like an anchor.

you didn’t want to cry. not here. not now.

the sidewalk was quiet, just the occasional hum of a car passing by, but even in the stillness, your thoughts screamed louder. you had done the right thing. you had to believe that. but it didn’t feel like it. each memory flashed in your mind like cruel reminders—the laughter, the stolen glances, the small moments that felt too perfect to be real. and maybe they never were.

your eyes burned, but you blinked the tears away. you couldn’t fall apart now, not in the middle of the street where anyone could see.

as the familiar path towards the han river stretched out in front of you, your phone buzzed in your pocket. you hesitated for a moment, thumb hovering over the screen, before pressing call. you needed to hear a voice, something to ground you, to remind you that you weren’t completely alone.

"hello?" sunoo’s voice was soft, and for a second, you could almost pretend nothing was wrong. almost.

“hey…” your voice came out shakier than you wanted, and you bit your lip, trying to steady it.

"you okay?" he asked, instantly picking up on the tremor. his concern wrapped around you like a blanket, but it only made it harder to keep your composure.

you swallowed hard, fingers curling tightly around your phone. "i’m fine. just needed to… hear someone."

there was a pause, the kind that made you wonder if he was trying to find the right words or if he already knew. “what did he do again?”

his question hit like a punch to the gut, and before you could stop it, a sob broke through your chest, loud and raw, spilling out into the night air. you clamped your hand over your mouth, as if that would stop the rest from coming, but it was too late.

sunoo’s voice immediately softened, "hey, hey… it's okay. i’m here. talk to me."

you tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. your legs felt weak, and you had to stop, leaning against a lamppost to steady yourself. everything felt too much—too loud, too painful, too real.

"where are you?" sunoo asked gently. you could hear the worry creeping into his voice, but he wasn’t pushing you. he never did.

you wiped at your cheeks, hating the way your breath kept catching in your throat. "the bridge," you whispered. "i’m going to the han river bridge."

“okay, stay there. i’m coming to you, alright?” he was already moving, you could hear it in his voice, the rush of footsteps in the background. "just hold on."

you nodded even though he couldn’t see. "i’m sorry," you managed to say, voice breaking again. you didn’t even know what you were apologizing for—maybe for calling him, for crying like this, for not being stronger.

"don’t be sorry," sunoo said softly. "you don’t have to do this alone. i’m almost there."

you lowered the phone and took a deep breath, staring out at the darkening sky. the han river was just ahead, the faint shimmer of water in the distance. you’d been here so many times before, but tonight it felt different—like everything had changed. like you had changed.

you stood by the railing of the bridge, eyes unfocused as you stared out at the water. the river moved slowly beneath the soft glow of the streetlights, but your mind was far from the calm that surrounded you. it kept pulling you back—back to him, to his words, to the way everything seemed to fall apart in such a quiet, brutal way.

people walked past, some alone, some in pairs, their footsteps light against the pavement. you could feel their glances, brief but piercing, as if they could see through you, as if they knew. you shifted your weight, trying to make yourself smaller, to hide the mess you felt like, but it only made the knot in your chest tighter. your face was still warm and damp from crying, and you wiped at it quickly, telling yourself to get it together.

“come on,” you muttered under your breath, taking in a shaky breath. “be strong. you have to be strong.”

but the words felt hollow, like they were just something to say because you didn’t know how else to pull yourself out of this. everything hurt, and even though you told yourself over and over again that you were fine, that you were better off without him, it didn’t stop the ache from settling deeper.

you closed your eyes, leaning forward on the railing, letting the cool wind brush against your skin. maybe, just for a moment, you could let yourself fall apart. no one would notice, right? no one would—

and then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw it—something familiar. you turned your head slowly, gaze catching on a figure walking towards you. the first thing you noticed was the coat—black and slightly oversized, the one you’d seen so many times before. the way it hung loosely on his frame, sleeves too long for his delicate hands. then the hair, that familiar mess of dark strands that somehow always looked perfect in its disarray.

sunoo.

he wasn’t rushing, but his steps had a purpose, his eyes already locked on you. and for a second, everything around you seemed to blur. there was something comforting in his presence, something that made your heart ache a little less, even though you hadn’t said a word yet. but then, as he got closer, you noticed something else—something unfamiliar.

in his hand, he was holding a small bouquet of flowers, wrapped carefully in soft blue paper. delicate, pale blue peonies peeked out from the wrapping, their soft petals almost glowing in the dim light of the streetlamps. you blinked, caught off guard by the sight. despite the familiar comfort of seeing him, there was something so unexpected, so tender, in the way he held them.

sunoo reached you, his breath a little uneven from the walk, but his expression was calm, his eyes soft as he looked at you. he said nothing at first, just standing there with you, offering his presence like an anchor. but it was the flowers that kept drawing your gaze.

“you okay?” he asked, voice low and gentle, like he didn’t want to break whatever fragile moment this was.

you opened your mouth to speak, but the words tangled in your throat. instead, you shook your head, unable to stop the tears from welling up again.

sunoo didn’t waste a second. as soon as he saw the tears welling up in your eyes again, he gently placed the bouquet down on the ground and stepped forward, wrapping his arms around you in a way that felt so natural, like he’d been waiting for this moment to be there for you. his embrace was firm but soft, and before you could think, your face was pressed against his chest, his warmth enveloping you. his hand found its way to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair as he pulled you even closer. he rested his chin on top of your head, the steady rise and fall of his breathing a quiet reminder that you weren’t alone.

“it’s okay,” he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath against your hair. “you don’t have to say anything. i’m here. i’ve got you.”

his hand stroked your hair in gentle motions, like he was trying to smooth out the chaos inside you with each pass of his fingers. you didn’t resist, letting yourself melt into him, the tension you’d been carrying for so long slowly unraveling in his arms. you could feel his heart beating steadily against your cheek, and somehow, that rhythm made everything seem a little less terrifying. his scent wrapped around you—clean and familiar, with the faintest trace of something warm, like vanilla. it filled your senses, grounding you, reminding you that not everything was lost.

“you’re not alone anymore,” sunoo murmured, his voice low but strong. “whatever happens, whatever this is… you don’t have to carry it by yourself. i’ll be here, no matter what. i promise.”

you didn’t say anything, just pressed your face deeper into his chest, your fingers clutching at the fabric of his coat like it was the only thing keeping you standing. his words soaked into you, each one like a small stitch, trying to pull together the pieces of you that had been so brutally torn apart.

“i don’t know what happened,” he continued, his hand still moving slowly through your hair. “and i don’t need to know right now. all that matters is that you’re safe, and i’ll protect you from here on out. whatever it takes.”

his chin shifted slightly against your head, and you could feel the way his breath stirred your hair as he spoke. there was something so steady, so unshakable about the way he held you, like he was a wall between you and the rest of the world. you didn’t have to be strong right now, not with him. it was like all the weight you’d been carrying was finally allowed to fall.

“sunoo…” your voice cracked as you finally spoke, muffled against his chest. the words felt heavy, like they’d been trapped inside you for too long. “it’s over now. it just… ended.”

saying it out loud made it real, and the reality hit like a wave, crashing down with a force you weren’t ready for. your body shook as the sobs finally came, no longer silent, no longer restrained. you cried into his chest, letting everything out—everything you had been holding in, all the pain, all the confusion, all the love you didn’t know how to let go of.

sunoo tightened his hold on you, one hand pressing gently to your back, keeping you close, as if he could shield you from the hurt with his touch alone. “i know… i know,” he whispered softly, his voice trembling just a little, but he never wavered. “let it out. you don’t have to be strong right now. i’m here.”

he didn’t let go. not once. and in that moment, you let yourself believe him. you let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, you didn’t have to go through this alone. in his arms, with the sound of his heartbeat in your ears and his warmth surrounding you, the world didn’t feel as cold.

sunoo held you for a while longer, his chin still resting on your head as he let you cry in his arms. but as the minutes passed, the air around you began to grow colder, the last traces of sunlight disappearing beyond the horizon. he felt the slight shiver that ran through you and pulled back gently, just enough to look at you, concern flickering in his eyes.

"it’s getting dark," he said softly, brushing a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb. "and cold. let’s get you home and warm up, okay? i’ll take care of everything. i promise, you won’t be alone tonight."

there was something so reassuring in the way he said it, so sure and steady, that you found yourself nodding without hesitation. the thought of being alone, of walking back to an empty apartment with nothing but the echo of tonight’s heartbreak, made you feel even more fragile. but with sunoo, even just for now, you didn’t have to face that emptiness.

he smiled at your nod, that small, gentle smile of his that always seemed to bring a little light, even in moments like this. "come on, let’s go."

as he bent down to pick up the bouquet from the ground, you watched him for a moment, noticing how careful he was with the flowers, as if they were something precious. then, without a word, he slipped his arm around your shoulders, his touch warm and solid, guiding you gently as you leaned into him. you were still shaky, still sobbing quietly, but his presence made it just a little easier to take each step.

you rested your head on his shoulder as you walked, the weight of your grief still heavy, but his steady pace gave you something to hold on to. he led you to his car, the soft click of the remote unlocking the doors breaking the quiet of the night. when you reached the passenger side, he paused, opening the door for you with a care that felt so... intentional, like every movement was meant to make you feel safe.

"here," he said softly, helping you into the seat. he carefully set the bouquet in the back, the blue flowers almost glowing in the dim light from the streetlamps, before closing your door with a soft thud.

you watched him circle around the car, your eyes tracing his familiar figure as he moved, his hair slightly tousled from the breeze, the faint shadows of exhaustion under his eyes. when he slid into the driver’s seat, he turned to you with that same gentle smile, though there was a flicker of worry behind it.

"let’s go," he said quietly, and the engine purred to life as he started the car, the low hum filling the space between you.

you leaned your head against the window, feeling the cool glass press against your skin, your gaze drifting up towards the night sky. the stars were faint, scattered against the dark canvas of the city, but they were there, blinking quietly in the distance. you focused on them, using their distant light to hold yourself together, to keep the tears at bay. you didn’t want to cry anymore, not here, not in front of him.

the car moved smoothly through the streets, the soft glow of passing streetlights flickering over your face. you could feel sunoo’s eyes on you, stealing glances when he thought you weren’t noticing. but you felt it—his worry, his care, the way he was watching over you even in the smallest moments. every so often, he would adjust his grip on the steering wheel, his hand moving effortlessly between the controls, and you found yourself oddly comforted by the sight. there was something undeniably calming about the way he drove, like he was in control of everything, even when the world felt like it was falling apart around you.

after a while, you felt the softest touch—a gentle pressure on your hand. you looked down and saw sunoo’s hand resting on yours, which had been resting limply on your thigh. his touch was warm, his fingers wrapping lightly around yours, anchoring you to the moment.

"it’s going to be okay," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the quiet hum of the engine. "i promise."

you couldn’t bring yourself to respond, not yet, but something in his touch, in his words, soothed the ache just a little. you stared out the window again, watching the city lights blur past as the car made its way through the familiar streets. despite the heaviness inside you, there was a strange sense of peace in this moment—in his presence, in the quiet reassurance he gave without asking anything in return.

every now and then, you caught the way his hand moved on the steering wheel, the light reflecting off his skin as he handled the car with one hand, the other still resting protectively on yours. there was something about the way he drove, the quiet confidence in each movement, that made you feel... safe. not just physically, but in a way that went deeper, as if he could handle whatever came next, as long as he was by your side.

you let out a shaky breath, your tears drying on your cheeks, and leaned back into the seat, the weight of the night still heavy but no longer unbearable. and for the first time in what felt like forever, you let yourself believe—just a little—that maybe it really would be okay.

before you even realized it, you had arrived at the entrance of your apartment’s parking lot. the streetlights cast long, hazy shadows on the ground, and the gentle hum of the car's engine began to fade as sunoo effortlessly turned it off. he glanced at you one last time before you stepped out, his eyes brimming with quiet hope and an encouraging smile that seemed to say, “you’re not alone in this.”without hesitation, he got out of the car and hurried around to your side, not giving you a chance to move on your own. he opened the door for you, his attention entirely focused on you and nothing else. with gentle hands, he helped you out of the car, and as you stood up, he carefully reached into the backseat to retrieve the bouquet of flowers.

you fumbled for your keys in your pocket, your hands still shaky from the tears that hadn't fully dried. sunoo noticed, of course he did, and with that same tenderness, he took the keys from you, his fingers brushing yours in a way that made you feel like he was absorbing some of the weight you carried. "i’ve got it," he whispered, his voice a soft promise. he unlocked the door and nudged it open, but he didn’t step in first. no, he let you take that step—letting you lead in your own space, your sanctuary that felt strangely foreign at this moment.

you walked in, the familiar scent of home greeting you, but everything felt too still, too quiet. the weight of the day hung in the air, pressing down on your chest as you stood there, unsure of what to do next. sunoo closed the door softly behind you and, without saying a word, helped you slip off your coat. his movements were slow, deliberate, as if he wanted to shield you from even the smallest discomfort. he guided you gently toward the sofa, the only thing that seemed to belong in the room right now.

"how about you sit here for a while," he whispered, his voice as soothing as the night itself, "i’ll make us some tea, something warm to help you feel better." and before you could respond, he was already in the kitchen, the sound of cabinets opening and the quiet clinking of mugs filling the silence that you hadn’t noticed until then. the soft whir of the kettle began, blending with the faint shuffle of his feet on the kitchen floor. it was comforting, these small noises of someone taking care of you, the way he always knew what you needed before you even realized it yourself.

you sank into the sofa, eyes falling on the bouquet now resting on the coffee table. they were beautiful, untouched by the sadness in your heart, as if they held onto the light that seemed so distant from you. the warmth of the room, the soft glow from the lamps sunoo had turned on without you noticing, everything began to feel less overwhelming, even just for a moment.

sunoo came back, holding two steaming mugs, the rich scent of tea swirling around you. he set them down carefully next to the flowers before settling beside you, close enough that his presence was a balm against the storm inside you. without a word, he opened his arms, and you collapsed into him, your body shaking as the tears returned. he held you tighter, one hand stroking your back in soothing circles, his voice a quiet hum of comfort. "it’s going to be okay, y/n," he murmured, "i’m here. i’ll always be here.

and for a second—just a second—you believed him. the warmth of his chest, the steady beat of his heart, the safety of his embrace made everything feel less terrifying. you burrowed deeper into his arms, letting the soft fabric of his hoodie and the strength of his hold anchor you. you looked up at him through tear-streaked lashes, his face illuminated by the soft lamplight. his words, his presence, made you feel like maybe, just maybe, everything would be alright.

sunoo didn’t say a word at first. he didn’t need to. his arms tightened around you, holding you as if he could shield you from the sadness that clung to you. he rested his chin on the top of your head, his steady breathing a rhythm that slowly started to soothe the chaos swirling inside you. his fingers gently threaded through your hair, soft strokes, as if each touch was meant to remind you he was there, that he wasn’t going anywhere.

"it’s okay, let it out," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath, but filled with so much warmth it almost made your chest ache. "i’m here. i’ll stay as long as you need me." his words weren’t rushed or forced, just a quiet truth, something solid in the midst of all the uncertainty that weighed down on you.

you could feel the wetness of your tears soaking through his hoodie, but he didn’t seem to care. he only held you closer, his hand moving to cradle the back of your head, guiding it into the curve of his neck. you felt so small in his arms, but somehow, the pain felt a little less suffocating. the ache in your heart was still there, throbbing with every beat, but sunoo’s warmth kept you grounded, kept you from feeling like you were drowning.

"i know it hurts," he murmured into your hair, his breath warm against your scalp, "but you don’t have to go through it alone, okay? we’ll get through this together. i’ve got you." his voice cracked just the tiniest bit at the end, and you realized how much it hurt him to see you like this. but there wasn’t a trace of frustration or helplessness in his touch, only unwavering patience.

time seemed to stretch on endlessly, the minutes blending together as you cried into his arms. the room was still, the only sounds the faint ticking of the clock and your quiet sobs, slowly easing into shallow breaths. you clung to him, needing the solidness of his body, the reassurance of his touch.

"it’s going to be okay," he repeated softly, like a mantra. "i promise, y/n. i’ll be here every step of the way." he shifted slightly, just enough to pull you closer, his hand now cupping your cheek, brushing away the tears with the pad of his thumb. his eyes, warm and filled with nothing but concern, searched your face, making sure you were really there, really okay.

"i know it doesn’t feel like it right now," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper, "but one day, it won’t hurt as much. and when that day comes, you’ll look back and see how strong you are. but until then, lean on me. i’ll carry as much of this for you as i can."

his words washed over you like a balm, his presence a refuge from the pain that felt too heavy to bear. you didn’t have the strength to respond, but you didn’t need to. sunoo understood. he always did. he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment longer than usual, as if trying to seal his promise with that one tender gesture.

slowly, the sobs subsided, leaving behind a quiet, aching stillness. your breathing steadied, and though the pain hadn’t left, it felt more bearable in the cocoon of his arms. you rested your head against his chest, listening to the soft, steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and let yourself be held, let yourself find comfort in his unwavering presence.

"just stay here with me," you whispered, your voice shaky and fragile. "don’t leave."

sunoo hugged you even tighter, his chin resting on your shoulder now. "i’m not going anywhere," he whispered back, his voice filled with so much certainty that, for the first time in what felt like forever, you believed him. you closed your eyes, letting yourself melt into his embrace, and for a brief moment, the heartbreak seemed distant, something outside the walls of this small, quiet world the two of you had created.

slowly, the tension in your body eased as you stayed wrapped in his arms, the warmth of his chest steady against your cheek. you let out a shaky breath, feeling a small sliver of calm begin to take root amidst the chaos. sunoo's presence was enough, his quiet reassurances and the gentle rhythm of his breathing pulling you back from the edge of your heartbreak. after a moment, you pulled back slightly, enough to lift your head and meet his gaze.

sunoo’s hand moved gently from your back to your face, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw with the same delicate care he’d shown all night. he tilted your chin up slightly, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. the room felt impossibly quiet, like the world outside had faded completely, leaving only the two of you in this small, warm space.

“you know,” he began softly, his voice barely above a whisper, “i’ve always admired you. not just for how strong you are… but for everything else. your kindness. your smile. the way you care for others, even when you’re hurting.”

his thumb brushed lightly across your cheek, the touch so tender that it made your heart stutter. “you don’t even realize how special you are, do you?” he asked, his eyes softening as they moved over your face, taking in every detail as if he wanted to memorize you in this moment. “and not just on the inside… you’re beautiful. you always have been.”

his words sank into you, deeper than you expected, and you felt a warmth bloom in your chest, something soft but undeniable. it was like he was seeing through all the pain, all the exhaustion, to the person you weren’t sure was still there anymore. and for the first time in a while, you felt seen. truly seen.

his hand stayed on your cheek, his palm warm against your skin, and you found yourself leaning into it slightly, as if you couldn’t help but be drawn closer to him. there was something magnetic about him in this moment—the way his gaze held yours, the way his touch seemed to chase away the cold that had been sitting inside you all night. you felt a strange pull, a quiet longing that you didn’t quite know how to name, but it was there, growing with every second you spent in his arms.

sunoo’s thumb brushed across your lips, just the faintest touch, but it sent a shiver through you. “i’m sorry you’ve been through so much,” he murmured, his voice even softer now. “but i promise… i’ll be here. i’ll always be here.”

there was something in his eyes, something deeper, that made your breath hitch in your throat. it wasn’t just reassurance anymore—there was a tenderness there, a kind of closeness that went beyond simple comfort. it felt like he was opening up a part of himself to you, something that had always been there, just waiting for you to notice.

and you did notice. suddenly, you were acutely aware of how close he was, of how his hand cradled your face with such care, of the way his gaze flickered down to your lips for just a split second before meeting your eyes again. the pull between you grew stronger, an invisible thread drawing you closer, until it was impossible to ignore.

your heart raced as you watched him, your mind spinning with the realization that you weren’t just seeking comfort anymore—you were seeking him. the closeness, the warmth, the way his words made you feel seen and understood… it all made you want to close the distance, to move closer, to let yourself fall into this strange but undeniable connection.

sunoo’s breath was shaky as he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours so softly, it was almost like a question. the kiss was light, tentative, and for a moment, you froze. your eyes widened, surprised by the suddenness of it, your heart skipping a beat. it wasn’t what you had expected, not tonight, not like this. but even in your surprise, you didn’t pull away.

his lips were warm, soft, and his touch was so gentle it felt like he was afraid of pushing too far. but you didn’t move. you didn’t want to. something inside you was holding you there, caught in the moment, unable to back away.

sunoo pulled back first, his eyes wide with realization. “oh—i’m sorry,” he stammered, his voice full of regret. “i didn’t mean to… i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” his hands moved to your shoulders, as if to steady you, his eyes full of worry. “i shouldn’t have—”

but before he could finish, you found yourself reaching for him. your fingers brushed his cheek, stopping him mid-sentence. your mind was still reeling, but your heart knew what it wanted. without thinking, you leaned in, closing the gap between you. this time, the kiss wasn’t a question. it was an answer.

your lips met his softly at first, a gentle press that quickly deepened into something more. it wasn’t rushed or urgent, but it was full of emotion—a quiet desperation, a need for closeness that had been building all night. sunoo’s hands moved from your shoulders to your waist, pulling you gently towards him as his lips moved with yours in a slow, careful rhythm.

you felt his warmth seep into you, the soft heat of his hands as they slid up from your waist to your sides, his touch careful but sure. each movement was filled with tenderness, his fingers brushing your skin like he was afraid to break the moment, but at the same time, unable to let go.

your own hands found their way to his face, your fingers tangling gently in his hair as you kissed him back, matching his slow, steady pace. it was like nothing else existed in the world—just the two of you, the quiet hum of the room, and the soft press of his lips against yours. the warmth of him, the safety you felt in his arms, was overwhelming. you hadn’t realized how much you’d needed this—needed him—until now.

sunoo’s hands moved again, this time one slipping up to cup your face, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheek as he kissed you, his touch so full of care that it made your chest ache in the best way. the other hand stayed on your waist, holding you close, anchoring you to him in a way that felt both protective and intimate.

you could feel his heart racing, the steady thrum beneath his skin matching the rhythm of your own. there was something so gentle, so patient, in the way he kissed you, like he was taking his time, making sure every moment was soft, every touch full of meaning. his lips moved slowly, carefully, as if he wanted to savor every second of this closeness.

the kiss deepened, but never lost its gentleness. his hand moved from your face to your hair, his fingers threading through the strands as he kissed you with a quiet intensity. every touch, every soft brush of his lips, made you feel warmer, safer, like the world outside didn’t matter as long as he was here with you.

you melted into him, your body softening against his as the kiss continued, slow and tender. his hands explored your sides, your back, his touch never straying too far, but always grounding you in the moment. you felt cherished, held in a way that made you believe, if only for now, that everything would be okay.

eventually, the kiss slowed, but neither of you pulled away. your foreheads rested together, breaths mingling as you stayed close, his hands still cradling you gently. sunoo’s eyes fluttered open, meeting yours with a softness that made your heart ache all over again.

“i… i don’t know what this means,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, “but… i’m here. and i’ll keep being here… as long as you need me.”

his words, the warmth of his body pressed against yours, the quiet comfort of being held—it all made you feel something you hadn’t felt in a long time. safe. wanted. and maybe, just maybe, like you could let yourself fall into this, into him, without fear.

the room felt suspended in time, the quiet hum of the city outside dimming until it was just the two of you, lost in each other’s presence. your head rested on sunoo’s chest, the steady rise and fall of his breathing soothing, like the softest lullaby. you looked up at him, meeting his gaze, and a small smile tugged at your lips. there was something so tender in the way he looked back at you, his eyes full of warmth and affection that made your heart flutter.

sunoo’s arms tightened around you, pulling you closer, as if he couldn’t bear the thought of letting you go. his voice was soft, barely above a whisper, but it filled the space between you with a kind of sweetness that made your chest feel light.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his hand gently caressing your arm, his thumb brushing over your skin in slow, soothing strokes. “i’ve always thought so… even when you don’t see it yourself.”

his words made your smile widen, a warmth blooming inside you that you hadn’t felt in a long time. you nestled closer to him, your heart beating steadily in time with his. it was easy to get lost in this moment, the way he held you, the way his voice was like a soft caress against your skin.

“you deserve so much more,” he continued, his eyes never leaving yours. “more love, more happiness. and i’ll make sure you have that. even if it’s just for tonight, i’ll give you everything i can.”

his forehead rested against yours for a moment, his breath mingling with yours, his fingers still trailing gently up and down your arm. it felt like you were in your own little world, shielded from the rest of the universe by the warmth of his embrace. sunoo kissed your forehead softly, his lips lingering there for a few seconds, as if trying to absorb every ounce of pain you had carried. his other hand slipped up to cradle your face, his thumb brushing lightly across your cheek as he kissed you there again, whispering sweet nothings into your skin.

you couldn’t help but smile, the soft affection between you making your heart swell. without thinking, you leaned up and pressed your lips to his again, just a quick peck, something so innocent yet full of meaning. when you pulled back, sunoo chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling in the corners as a small laugh escaped you too.

for a moment, everything was light again, like the weight of the world had been lifted. but then the silence settled over you once more, and you found yourselves staring into each other’s eyes, the connection between you deepening with every second that passed. the air felt charged with something you couldn’t quite name, something that made your heart race and your breath hitch.

you leaned in first this time, and your lips met his again, the kiss soft but full of emotion. sunoo’s arms tightened around you, and you felt his body shift slightly, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as he kissed you back with a slow, deliberate tenderness. it wasn’t rushed, but it was filled with a kind of quiet longing that made your heart skip a beat.

somehow, without either of you realizing it, you found yourselves shifting positions. sunoo moved carefully, his hands never leaving your body as he gently guided you back onto the sofa. you sank into the cushions, your back pressed against the soft fabric, and sunoo hovered above you, his knees on either side of your hips as he leaned down, his lips brushing yours again. he was careful, keeping most of his weight off you, his body hovering close but never pressing down.

the kiss deepened, his lips moving against yours in a slow, intoxicating rhythm. his hands slid from your waist to your sides, his touch gentle but full of purpose, like he was savoring every moment of this closeness. you could feel the heat of his body above you, the warmth of his breath against your skin, and it made your head spin in the best way.

your hands found their way to his shoulders, then his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss grew more passionate. it wasn’t rushed, but there was a quiet urgency between you now, a need to feel more of each other, to hold on tighter to this moment. sunoo’s lips left yours for just a second, trailing down to the curve of your jaw, then to the soft skin of your neck. his kisses were light, tentative, like he was testing the waters, waiting for your response.

you didn’t pull away, didn’t flinch. instead, you let your hands slide into his hair, your fingers tangling gently in the strands as his lips brushed against your skin. the sensation sent a shiver through you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable—it was something else entirely, something warm and inviting.

sunoo must have felt it too, because after a moment, he returned to your lips, capturing them in another slow, tender kiss. this time, his hands moved up to cradle your face, his thumbs brushing gently across your cheeks as he kissed you with the same gentle intensity as before. there was something so soft, so reassuring in his touch, like he was reminding you that he was here, that you weren’t alone anymore.

between kisses, his lips hovered just above yours, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered, “your touch… it’s unlike anything i’ve ever felt before. it’s like… you were made for this, for being held like this.”

his words made your chest tighten, your heart swelling with something you couldn’t quite name. the tenderness in his voice, the way he spoke to you like you were the most precious thing in the world, made you feel more seen and more cherished than you had in a long time.

you kissed him again, your lips seeking his with a newfound hunger, and sunoo responded in kind, his hands moving from your face to your waist, then back up to your sides, cradling you gently as if you were something fragile. each kiss was slow, deliberate, filled with a kind of care that made you feel safe, protected. his lips moved with yours in perfect sync, the connection between you growing deeper with every passing second.

the warmth of his body, the softness of his touch, the gentle rhythm of his kisses—it all made you feel like you were floating, like you were wrapped in a cocoon of comfort and affection that you never wanted to leave. and in that moment, as you lay there with sunoo, the world outside faded away completely, leaving only the two of you, lost in each other’s touch, in each other’s warmth.

as you lay beneath him, the gentle rhythm of his lips on yours began to stir something deeper inside. the tenderness, the warmth—it was no longer enough. there was a magnetic pull, a craving that grew with every brush of his lips. you felt it in the way sunoo’s hands roamed your sides, a bit more deliberate, his fingers pressing slightly harder as though he too was feeling the same urgency between you.

sunoo’s kisses trailed lower, down your jaw to your neck, and you couldn’t help the soft sigh that escaped you. he was so careful, his lips barely grazing your skin at first, then growing bolder, leaving a trail of delicate, wet kisses down the curve of your neck. your hands slid up into his hair, tangling in the soft strands, encouraging him as he moved, his lips pressing deeper, lingering longer, until you felt the faintest tug of teeth.

his breath was warm against your skin, his kisses shifting lower as he pulled at the collar of your blouse, just enough to expose your collarbone. your heart raced as he kissed there, the sensation of his lips making your body respond in ways that made your chest tighten. sunoo’s kisses were slow and intentional, his mouth working its way across your skin, each kiss sending a ripple of warmth through you.

his lips hovered for a moment, just beneath your ear, and he whispered softly, “i want to take care of you… all of you.”

the words sent a shiver down your spine, a shiver that only deepened when his mouth returned to your neck, leaving the faintest of marks in his wake, barely noticeable but there, a silent claim. your breath hitched as his lips found the hollow at the base of your throat, and he pulled your blouse aside a little more, giving himself access to your collarbone. his kisses there were slower, wetter, each one pulling a small, soft gasp from you.

your fingers trembled as they made their way to the hem of his hoodie, your mind spinning with the heat of his touch. you hesitated for a moment, your fingers pausing, but the craving to feel more of him—his warmth, his skin—overpowered any doubts. with a slow, tentative movement, you tugged the fabric up, exposing the firm muscles beneath.

sunoo’s body was sculpted, each line of his chest and abs defined, and your gaze was instantly drawn to the sight of him. he noticed your stare, a soft chuckle escaping him, his lips curling into a small smirk that made your heart race even faster. he grabbed your hand, his touch gentle yet firm, and guided it to his chest. pressing your palm flat against the hard planes of his skin, he leaned in, his voice low, teasing.

“go on,” he murmured, his lips brushing your ear. “i’m not going anywhere.”

the warmth of his skin under your fingers was electric, his heart beating steadily beneath your touch. you smiled, feeling more confident, and sunoo’s smirk only deepened as he watched you, his gaze never leaving yours.

before you could think twice, you shifted positions again, moving so that you were straddling him, your legs on either side of his hips. his back rested against the sofa, his hands finding your waist, holding you steady as you moved on top of him. your heart pounded in your chest, the intimacy of the moment overwhelming, but the way sunoo’s hands gripped your hips, the way his lips found your shoulder, made you feel like you were exactly where you belonged.

he leaned in, his mouth once again trailing a line of slow, wet kisses down your shoulder and across your collarbone. the space he had exposed earlier was now his playground, and every kiss, every press of his lips, sent a new wave of heat rushing through you. your breath came in shallow gasps, your hands gripping his shoulders as he worked his way lower, his kisses more insistent, more demanding.

with trembling fingers, you reached for the hem of your blouse, pulling it over your head and letting it fall to the floor. you wanted to give him more—more access, more of yourself. the vulnerability of the moment was overwhelming, but sunoo’s touch, his gaze, made you feel safe.

his hands slid from your waist to your back, his fingers tracing the curve of your spine as his lips moved back up to meet yours. there was a hunger now, a shared desire that neither of you could deny. his kisses were deeper, more passionate, his hands gripping your waist as if to ground himself in the heat of the moment.

the heat between you was palpable, the desire undeniable, yet sunoo remained so careful, so attentive to your every move, every reaction. his lips found yours again, and the kiss deepened, his hands roaming your body as he held you close. and in that moment, everything else faded away—the pain, the heartbreak, the doubt. all that remained was the warmth of his body, the softness of his lips, and the undeniable pull that drew you closer to him with every touch.

“you look so beautiful tonight,” he whispered, staring down at your exposed cleavage, the only obstacle keeping him away from your tits being a piece of laced bra. sunoo couldn’t help but smirked, making eye contact with you again before turning you around, your back against his chest. he led you to lean on him, his hands trailing invisible lines on your stomach and reaching the bra wire. “will you let me?” he whispered into your ear.

you nodded, in the intensity of the moment, and threw your head back on his shoulder when his hands found their way under your bra and cupped your tits, sending you butterflies. his hands were firm on your chest, but not forceful. you bit your lower lip as his index fingers touched your nipples each, crossing your legs in response. sunoo smiled at the notice of that, realising he’s just found one of your sensitive spots. his fingers continued teasing your buds, as a heat started to grow between your legs, the sense of wetness being more and more intense.

“do you want me to go harder on them or is this just perfect?” he whispered again, gently continuing with his play. he couldn’t get tired of it, your nipples felt just right between his fingers, your tits fitting in his hands just perfectly, finding their own new owner. “i like it like that” you barely said, afraid to escape a light moan. sunoo nodded, not changing his rhythm or strength on you, fulfilling all of your desires.

feeling your ass keep moving on his lap, the bulge inside his pants started to get more and more noticeable. you felt his hardness pressing against you, a testament to his perpetual attraction to your body. eager to show him your mutual affection, you pressed harder against him, keeping your lips shut with your teeth, holding your whines back. the way his hardened part pushed into your thin leggings caused more wetness to add up, an ocean in your panties.

“you turn me on so much” he confessed, unable to control his whining. his hands slowly left your tits in place, following to open your bra from behind, the piece of cloth falling hopelessly on the floor. “more reasons for my hands to hold you close” sunoo whispered, “but i think there’s something else that wants to be held too”

unhesitant, his right hand went down your body, reaching your most sensitive part. he used two fingers to trail a line between your legs, slowly, firmly, just the right way to tease every single bit of you. then the line turned into a circle, your clit being triggered every few seconds, and your moans couldn’t be hidden anymore. you opened your legs apart, giving him more access to your needy cunt, screaming for his touch under the piece of cloth. he noticed so, and pressed harder until your folds were holding onto the leggings, taking the shape of your perfect pussy.

“so pretty” he whispered softly inside you ear, sending the now-lost-number of shivers from today, through your whole body. his voice sounded incredible itself, but his whispering awakened a whole new emotion within you. sunoo could not take a break from feeling your wetness in his hand, his impatient fingers pushing the leggings harder inside you. "do you want more, y/n?" he gave you the right to choose like the gentleman he is and you nodded in response, unable to control yourself.

it only took a second for him to process your answer and stand up while letting you fall, carefully, on the sofa. his figure was so beautiful in the dim light, every line forming his abs almost shadowing his body in small places. his straight shoulder added more masculinity to his aura while his permanent smirk went down your body, his head facing your clothed cunt.

"let's take these off" and in the next moment, your leggings were nowhere to be found. his breathe, hot enough, was now making your panties even more soaked. he stuck his playful tongue out, reaching closer to your pussy while his eyes did not leave yours at all, not for a single minute.

you looked down at him and smiled naively, just as his tongue dragged a wet line along your panties, going from bottom to your clit. he paid extra attention to it, giving it an additional lick to end the first round. you trembled at his touch, your lips covered in biting marks now.

impatiently, sunoo pulled your panties aside, a new image raising ahead of him. “you have such a pretty pussy, sweetheart” he whispered again, giving it a quick lick to make your body shake. he giggled and continued with a second one, this time slower and more precise, his eyes on you still. and then the simple up and down line became a whole maze, his adventurous tongue exploring every single bit of you. and as he felt his tongue wasn’t doing enough to satisfy his taste, sunoo started taking your cunt inside his mouth, feeling your flavour down his throat.

he rolled his eyes back at the taste of that and continued to eat you hungrily, moaning inside you. his hands were now holding onto your thighs firmly, dragging them closer so we could bury his face deeper inside you. on the other side, you threw your head back, whining his name aloud. without hesitation, you pushed his head deeper inside, only receiving more moans from him. not only his moans were loud, but the way he was eating out, like he has been so starved for your taste for years.

“you taste like sugar” he raised his head to say, winking at you teasingly. you giggled and hid your face behind your hands, shy now more than ever. he noticed so and came closer to your face, his fingers trailing along your inner thighs. “want to feel my fingers, baby?” he asked, biting your earlobe softly, but enough to get a whine out of you. you nodded again, unable to find your words, and that’s all it took for him to push his fingers all the way inside you pussy, without any warnings or adjustments.

“sunoo-ya!!” you screamed, your arms around his neck and gazing at his beautiful, precious smile, which turned into a smirk as his fingers rushed to slide outside and inside you, no break, no question, just him aggressively taking over your cunt. it felt so good words couldn’t be formed anymore, regardless of your tries to call out his name. you couldn’t do anything but stutter, eyes rolling back more and more and arms growing weaker around his neck.

“do you like them inside you?” he asked, almost aware of your impossibility to say a word. you tried to nod, again, but not even that was an option anymore. you clenched around his fingers, legs shaking in pleasure. sunoo left more wet kisses around your neck and collarbone, reaching your breasts again. unlike before, now it was his teeth that teased your nipples, nibbling and playfully pulling them towards him. his mouth, unable to resist, took your left tit inside, sucking on it like a baby. which was way too ironic, considering how ruined your pussy was by now, his fingers still going.

“s-sunoo, please s-stop” you managed to say quietly. “shhhh, baby” he whispered, boob still inside his mouth, licking around it loudly and moaning softly. “tonight i am crazy over you” sunoo confessed, as he finally gave your wetness a break, and licked his fingers. “tastes like….mine” he chuckled, pushing his fingers inside your mouth and making you suck on them. you did so, feeling your own taste inside your mouth and relishing it.

“you ask me to stop but the way you clench around my hand…says something else”

sunoo kissed your forehead and sat down next to you. he dragged you closer into his chest, a solemn will for his care and took your hand inside his, placing a final kiss on your skin. “you make me go crazy over you, y/n” he whispered, feeling your delicate skin around. “i don’t have a condom right now, but if you want me to make you feel good again,” he took a small break, turning around to gaze into your eyes “i’ll make sure to bring you to heaven next time”

can you tell i was listening to moonstruck in the last part? hope you enjoyed and feedback is highly appreciated 🤍

#enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen smut #enhypen hard #sunoo hard thoughts #sunoo hard hours #sunoo smut #enhypen sunoo #kim sunoo #sunoo x reader #enha smut #sunoo x you #sunoo fluff #sunoo angst #enha sunoo #sunoo #enhypen x reader

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speakofthedebbie · 4 months ago

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by popular demand (re: one person) some radioapple fic recs!! (i hope thats what you meant lol most of the fics i read are just radioapple)

Bedtime Rituals to Try out Before the Next Angelic War by @miribalis

just yes. thousand times yes. so basically my boy luci has some sleep troubles and that somehow leads to a qpr with al look its been a while ok just read it

Managerial Liberties by the same fella

these two tags explain it pretty well

something that sticks out to me about this is that charlie is actually (reasonably) cold to adam and like. im actually surprised with how little ive seen that. i mean i dont think id be exactly buddy-buddy with my besties killer either. only 3 chaps as of writing but already looking to be a radioapple classic

im not sure if its meant to be read as such but it kinda feels like a squeal to bedtime rituals in a way (edit: not meant to be read as such, just the same vibe)

devils don't fly (don't expect me not to fall) by @corgiss

also just yes. basically a really not cool joke evolves into a blossoming romance because why wouldnt it. (man if i had a nickel for every radioapple fic that had a masquerade that was sabotaged by the vees- *gets shot bc i cant mention osas yet*)

i’ll hold you close (i’ll stay the course) by the same fella

the entire time i was just going "yas king! put that egotistical flatscreen in his place!!". basically luci reminds the overlords who he is and vox shows he can be more of a threat than he lets on.

ykw fuck it just the entire series (i didnt mention i would give anything to not give a shit (but i do) and my perfect rock bottom (my beautiful trauma) because the first one sounded a lil too angsty and ive gotten enough of that from other sources [pointedly glares at Quietly, It Slips Through Your Fingers, Love {also coming up later!}] and the second is (mostly) smut and ive been trying to step back from that because "ive seen worse" isnt a valid excuse for that torture actually)

Of Saints and Sinners by the forever amazing @morningstarwrites!! (if you see this i have a serious question: is this your first time ever writing a fic? because how do you get so much right the first time- [not even beginners luck could explain this level of skill])

i could sing its praises until my death bed but ill hold off so i can explain whats happening. basically after burning down a meeting room several times, luci and al make a deal ("not a deal!", luci laments to the void): they will attempt to be civil and maybe even friendly, and by the end luci will owe al a favour. whats the favour? read it yourself dammit! seriously, 10/10, i am foaming at the mouth till friday (depending on how this goes, that might be tomorrow or today)

Quietly, It Slips Through Your Fingers, Love by Starlit_Rainfall (no tumblr in sight, so AO3) (i. urgfgh. what happened. i was just smiling over the fluff while crossing to go to school. where did it go. where did it gooooo)

if thats anything to go by, the last few chapters have been rough. the fluff feels so far away that i cant even explain what happens. luci was waxing poetic about swimming in maple syrup for al, i remember that much. also emily is there (fallen) tho we havent seen her in a sec. if you read it, warning for the gut punch of angst that starts chap 32 "She/Her" (though the chapter before that, "Should Alastor Know By Now?" ends pretty rough too)

Freely We Serve by @romanaxe

i dont remember how i managed to stumble upon this but im having a great time. basically alastor is a new sinner fresh in hell (but time doesnt matter and the whole cast is still here) and thinks "what better way to gain power than be the personal assistant of the heartbroken king of hell!" features a 6(?) year old charlie and a morally dubious lilith (also i loved eepy al X3)

A Family Forged in Hellfire by Green_Ghostwriter (once again, no Tumblr, so AO3)

this ones a bit newer (10 chaps), is so far mostly exposition and the slowburn pot hasnt even been put on the stove, but as just a hazbin fic in general i see the potential. basically its a 1920s au where heaven decides little charlie doesnt deserve to be raised in hell and is sent to earth with a "foster" family where her actions in life will determine witch realm she will return to after death. her "parents", al and minzy, are given false memories so they can claim the girl as their own and gee i wasnt kidding when i said it was a lot of exposition. erm honestly explaining anymore would tech be spoiling so go read it!

The Red Thread That Binds Us by @scun-gilli

{{future me prefacing this by saying i have no idea where i was going with yesterdays thought process, all you need to know from it was im on chapter 27. also scungilli your comment is making me very worried 😟 well theres no mcd tag so im sure itll fine, right? RIGHT, SCUNGILLI??}}

basically its a king x kings guard au where al and luci grow up together and only grow closer after a. certain life event for al (its fine guys trust :)) [she said, like a liar]) then al is sent of for royal guard training school (ik its not called that i forgor 😭) but dw he comes back. just watch out for graphic depictions of injuries (i think thats this fic) angst and a sneaky eve bc radioapple fics are allergic to happiness (or maybe im not looking hard enough lol) (also im really tempted to make the friendship bracelets they had 👀)

somewhere down the line by kj_crwm (AO3 link)

this one starts off as human!alastor/lucifer but by the middle(?) its just regular radioapple. basically al is encountered by luci while finishing off a job who agrees to keep quiet. luci just keeps on showing up, reveals hes the devil to which al us just like "lol ok" and eventually they get in a relationship (ooh lala 👀) but they break up after saying some hurtful things to each other (oh nono 👀) with luci promising al they will never cross paths again. if you watched the show then well. you know that doesnt happen 😂 most human!al radioapple have al summon him (no hate to them) so this was an interesting change of pace

cannot stress it enough but this is a WORKING list i WILL be coming back to it bc these are purely the fics i could think if off the top of my head. IN FACT, if any of you have radioapple fics you love, SEND THEM THE FUCK IN! i am one person whos only been in this fandom for 4 months, and reading fics/shipping radioapple even less, theres bound to be some ones i missed that you think are Worthy™️! and if theyre nsfw then at the very least it shouldnt be the main focus

EDIT: so sorry anyone who reblogged this before had to see the disgusting unedited version. literally just found out that tumblr doesnt apply edits to reblogs. what the fuck

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fic #radioapple #radioapple fic #radioapple fic recs #fic: bedtime rituals #fic: managerial liberties #not sure how to tag the rest cuz i feel like theyre song lyrics #of saints and sinners #osas #freely we serve #a family forged in hellfire #the red thread that binds us #somewhere down the line #debs is a yapper #debs is an original poster

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gurokiitty · 7 months ago

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VOULD I ASK ABOUT A COP READER AND STRADE???

Like the readers older sibling was missing and they were looking for them, who also got kidnapped (and possibly killed by strade) he meets them at the bar, reader is like REALLYY drunk, she whines about not being able to find their older sibling, and Strade knows. He knows what he did.

a/n: what a fun idea!! strade would definitely be extra horrible if he knew his victim was a cop. hope you enjoy, anon!

PIGGY

{ strade x gn! reader }

word count: 1.3k

warnings/tags: alcohol use, violence, kidnapping, psychological torture, forced voyeurism, implied sibling death.

The room spins and the edges of the world soften as you gulp down another shot, the sting of alcohol burning a path down your throat. The dim lights of the bar flicker, casting elongated shadows that dance mockingly around you. This place is a sanctuary of sorts— a shabby dive where lost souls come to drown memories and silence their demons with liquid oblivion.

Strade finds you there, at the edge of dissolution. His entrance is unremarkable, yet somehow you feel the atmosphere shift, a predatory chill seeping through the smoky haze.

His eyes catch yours across the crowded room, glinting with a dark curiosity as he takes the stool beside you. "Rough night, buddy?" he asks, his voice smooth, dangerously inviting.

You nod, swirling the ice in your nearly empty glass. "You could say that." The words spill out of you, heavy with bitterness.

His smile holds a semblance of warmth, perhaps a touch too studied, but under the weight of your despair, you don't notice. He leans in, the movement calculated, as if setting the stage for a confession. "Wanna talk about it? Sometimes airing it out is the only way to breathe again," he suggests, his voice a careful blend of intrigue and concern.

You hesitate, the words hanging precariously on the tip of your tongue. The presence of a stranger, oddly enough, feels like an opportunity to unload, to confide. "It's my older brother," you finally say, the words escaping in a rush. "He's missing, and I feel like I'm chasing shadows. It's like he just vanished into thin air."

Strade’s interest sharpens, his gaze locking onto yours, unblinking. "Disappeared? That’s heavy. How long has he been gone?"

"Three weeks," you reply, the number feeling more substantial with each passing day. "Three weeks of not knowing. It’s eating me up inside."

"And the police?" Strade probes, his voice a soft nudge pushing you deeper into your own turmoil.

"They're doing what they can, I guess. But I'm a cop too, and it feels like I should be able to do more. It's different when it's personal, you know?" You take another sip, the alcohol a poor salve for the ache of helplessness.

Strade nods, feigning empathy. "I can only imagine. Being so close to it, being expected to just wait and see. Must be tearing you apart."

"It is," you admit, your guard crumbling under the weight of your grief and the false security of his attentive gaze. "I keep thinking I'll miss something, or that I’ll get a call saying they've found him, but not... not in the way I hope."

He leans back slightly, giving you space to breathe, yet his presence envelops you, thick as the smoke in the bar. "Sounds like you’re carrying the world on your shoulders. Someone like you shouldn’t be alone with this."

You laugh, a hollow sound. "Feels like I don’t have much choice in the matter. Everyone else is just... moving on."

"But you can't," Strade concludes, his voice soft. "Not until you know."

"Yeah," you whisper, feeling the truth of his words like a punch to the gut. "Not until I know."

He watches you for a moment, a predator disguised as a confidante. "Let me do something for you tonight. Let's make sure you get home safe. It’s the least I can do."

Gratitude, misguided and dangerous, washes over you. "Thanks, I... I appreciate that, really."

"Don’t mention it," he replies, a smile playing at the corners of his lips as he signals the bartender to settle your tab.

You lean heavily on him as he guides you outside, the cool night air a sharp contrast to the stuffy atmosphere of the bar. The alley beside the establishment is dimly lit, deserted, and as you stagger against the cold brick for support, Strade’s demeanour shifts imperceptibly.

"You really think I'd help a cop?" His voice is suddenly sharp, a serrated edge that cuts through your alcohol-fueled haze.

"What?" Confusion clouds your mind, struggling to keep up with the sudden change.

"I’m not calling you a cab," he sneers, his face inches from yours and his grip tightening painfully on your arm.

Before you can react, your head slams against the wall, a burst of pain radiating through your skull as stars explode in your vision. Strade’s mocking laugh is the last thing you hear before darkness claims you.

When your consciousness creeps back, it’s a cruel awakening. Your body aches, bound tightly to a cold, metal pole in a room that reeks of blood and decay. Panic claws at your chest as your eyes adjust to the dimness, the figure of Strade emerging from the shadows.

He's watching you intently, holding an expensive-looking laptop under his arm. "Awake already?" He asks, his voice mockingly gentle.

"Where the fuck am I?" Your voice is raw, fear sharpening each word.

"My little workshop," he replies nonchalantly, as if discussing something as mundane as the weather. "You want to see your brother, don't you?" Strade smiles, sensing your fear. You quickly nod, hope and desperation surging through you.

"Then relax. You won't want to miss this."

He casually opens the laptop, types something on the keyboard, and turns it towards you. The flicker of the screen casts eerie shadows across his face as the video begins to play.

You squint, trying to make sense of the images flickering across the laptop as he holds it just out of reach. Your heart sinks as you recognize the figure in the video— it's your brother, bound and terrified. A cold dread washes over you as Strade walks into frame, your mouth dry, words failing.

"What is this you sick fuck?!" You manage to spit out, your voice laced with horror and revulsion.

The screen flashes with horrific scenes, your brother's pleas echoing in the cramped, dark space as Strade approaches with a knife.

He watches you, a perverse glee lighting up his eyes. "See, your brother... he's become quite the celebrity."

Despite the overwhelming urge to look away, to shut out this nightmarish reality, you can't. Your eyes remain glued to the screen, each image searing itself into your memory— your brother's fear, his pain, his futile attempts to plead for a life already doomed as Strade's knife slices through his skin.

Guilt surges through you—irrational and overwhelming—guilt for not being able to stop this, for not finding him sooner, for every moment you spent doubting the worst had happened.

Strade's face twists into a smirk as the video unfolds before you. "Touching, isn’t it? The bond between siblings..." His words hang in the air, a new kind of torment. "Y'know, he talked about you, even towards the end. Kept saying, 'My sister is a cop. She’ll find you. She'll stop you.'" He laughs, mocking your brother's voice with an exaggerated shrill.

Your response is visceral. A scream rips from your throat, raw and hoarse, as the full weight of the horror crashes down upon you. Hot tears stream down your face, mingling with the bile on your tongue. The bonds around your wrists chafe painfully as you struggle against them, the metal pole unforgiving and cold.

He stands over you, a dark silhouette against the dim light, watching your every reaction with an analyst's eye. As the final scenes play out, your brother's wet, gurgling screams fade into a haze of pain and terror. Strade closes the laptop with a slow, deliberate motion and leans in close, his breath foul against your ear. His voice, a venomous whisper, sends shivers down your spine. "Your cop friends are probably wondering how torn up you are about your brother... It wouldn't be too surprising if you just... disappeared too."

"Now, why don't we film a sequel, little piggy?" His words slither around you, tightening like a noose. "And find out if you squeal just like your brother."

#oink oink #btd strade #btd x reader #strade x reader #ykmet strade #anon requests

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letstevengrantsleep · 3 months ago

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Part Six

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Eddie Munson x reader slow burn

part summary: Jake tries to get you back, and everything comes to a head for him and Eddie

word count: 1,406

warnings: arguments, fights, using 'whore' and 'bitch' as insults, punching (reader is only witness to this), ANGST, horrid relationship dynamics, lots of anger and outbursts

a/n: Here it is! The crescendo. We'll be staying a little drab for a chapter after this and then we're on the slow up and up I promise. This chapter is heavy, and I apologise for that. But we need to hit the bottom to be able to climb back up, right? Please, please let me know if I missed any warnings that you think should be on this chapter.

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A week has passed since meeting Rob in the shop, and life has once more settled into a monotonous rhythm. You're back at your own home, having left Steve's behind in favour of familiarity and some alone time. Each morning, you drag yourself out of bed, the weight of routine pressing down hard.

Work has been a blur. You move through tasks mechanically, you mind often drifting. Conversations with customers feel distant, their words barely registering as the hours tick by slowly, each one blending into the next.

Evenings are the hardest. Coming home to an empty apartment, feeling like a ghost in your own home as you move through the motions of cooking, eating, and cleaning without ever really being present. The silence is deafening, a stark contrast to the lively conversations you are used to having with customers, with Steve. With Eddie and Rob.

Throughout the week, you find yourself calling Rob more often than you expected to. His calm voice is a balm for your frayed nerves, and your conversations, though brief, provide a sense of normalcy. Rob is understanding and patient, never pushing you to talk about more than you are willing to, or comfortable with. Yet, every call leaves you with a pang of guilt. You can't shake the feeling that you are somehow betraying someone.

Eddie. You bump into him one night at the grocery store, which only adds to your inner turmoil. You watch as his eyes light up when he sees you, and for a moment the weight on your shoulders lifts. You chat about mundane things, but the warmth of his gaze makes you feel safe, like you can finally breathe. As you part ways, Eddie gives you a reassuring smile, and you feel a flicker of something deep in your gut.

Their dynamics are so different. With Rob there's a sense of stability and calm, a promise of a fresh start. With Eddie, there's a deep connection, something that makes you feel understood and protected.

It makes you feel like a zombie, all of it, just fulfilling tasks and existing in routine. The spark that Eddie ignited that night at the party seems to flicker, overshadowed by the shadows following you.

You heart sinks into the pit of your stomach as you climb the last few stairs to your apartment and come face to face with your door, ajar. You take a moment, hesitating, before pushing it open further and stepping inside, pulse quickening.

There, sat on your couch with tear stained cheeks, is Jake. His eyes are red and puffy as he looks up at you, practically trembling as he whimpers your name.

"I just had to see you."

You take a step back, eyes instinctively flicking over to the landline on the other side of the room. "Jake, you shouldn't be here. How did you..-" you frown, confused as to how he got into your home.

He stands, movements slow and deliberate. "Your spare key," he dangles it in front of his face, saying your name. "Please, just hear me out. I know I messed up, but I can change. I love you, I can't live without you."

Your heart aches with a horrid mixture of fear and pity, "Jake, please don't... it's over. You hit me. I can't see past that."

You watch as his expression hardens, stepping back as he takes a step forwards. "No. You don't understand. We can fix this. We were good together. Remember?"

You shake your head, eyes flicking to the phone again, "No. No Jake I can't do this."

His desperation turns to anger. "You're just saying that because of him aren't you?"

'What?" You ask, genuinely confused. "Do you mean Eddie? Jake we didn't even know each other before that night."

Jake's face twists with rage. "You're such a whore, you know that?" He spits his words out, taking another step towards you. "After everything we've been through, you're going to leave me so you can fuck around with some freak?"

"Jake I think you need to leave."

"No." He shakes his head, lunging forwards to grip at your arm with a bruising grip. "You're not going anywhere until we sort this out."

You struggle to break free, heart pounding in your chest. "Let go of me, Jake!"

In a desperate bid for freedom, you manage to twist out of his grasp and run for the hallway. You fumble with the phone, dialing the only number you can think of with fumbling fingers. Just as you press the call button, Jake knocks the phone out of your hand. You watch, paralysed, as Jake becomes more volatile, screaming at you with flailing arms as he paces back and forth.

You try and make some distance between the two of you as he shouts threats and accusations at you, mind racing with fear. You glance at the phone on the floor, a trickle of relief running over you as you hear a faint voice on the other end of the line.

Hello? You there?

Jake’s rage is palpable. “You’re not going anywhere until we sort this out!”

Your fear spikes, honestly it feels like you're done for. Seconds feel like hours as Jake’s shouting grows louder, his words blending into a terrifying roar. The walls seem to close in on you, and it feels like you can barely breathe. You keep your eyes on the door, praying for Eddie to arrive.

Finally, you hear the roar of Eddie’s van pulling up outside. Relief washing over you as Eddie comes crashing through the door, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Get away from her, Jake." Eddie growls, stepping between you and Jake.

"You think you're some kind of hero, don't you? Coming in here, acting like you're saving her?"

Eddie's voice stays steady, but his anger is palpable. "I'm here because she needs help."

Jake laughs bitterly. "Help? That's what you call it?" He takes a step towards you, glaring with red hot anger between you and Eddie. "Or is it just an excuse to get close to her?"

Your heart pounds as you watch the confrontation escalate. "Jake stop it, this isn't about Eddie."

Jake ignores you, his focus entirely on Eddie. "Admit it, freak. You've been waiting for this. You think you can just take her from me?"

Eddie scoffs, taking a step closer to Jake. "She's not some fucking object to be taken, Jake. She's her own person and she deserves way better than you."

Jake's face twists once more, the rage radiating off him. "You're sleeping with her, aren't you? That's what this is all about. You've been together behind my back!"

He's clearly not thinking straight, saying things that don't make sense. "Jake, you know that's not true."

"Don't fucking lie to me, bitch, I know what's going on."

Eddie’s patience snaps. “You don’t know anything, Jake. You lost her because of what you did, not because of me.”

Jake lunges forward, but Eddie is ready for it. He blocks Jake’s advance, pushing him back with a force that left no room for argument. “Get out, Jake. Now.”

Jake’s lunges again, but this time Eddie doesn't hold back. With a swift, powerful punch, Eddie’s fist connects with Jake’s jaw, sending him stumbling backward. The sound of the impact echoes through the room, and for a moment, everything is still.

Jake clutches his jaw, his eyes wide with shock and pain. “You’ll regret that, Munson,” he spits, his voice filled with venom.

Eddie stands his ground, eyes blazing with fury. "No. No I don't think I will, Jake." Eddie steps forward, "you ever come here again, or lay a fucking finger on her again, and I will make sure you end up with more than a busted face."

Jake's bravado falters and you watch with wide eyes as he takes a step back, realising he's outmatched. "This isn't over." He points a finger in Eddie's face, but the fight is gone from him.

You watch with bated breath as Jake retreats out of your door, head hung low and fists balled at his side.

Eddie turns to face you, expression slowly softening as his breathing slows too, "are you okay?" he rushes to your side, hands finding a home on either side of your face as his eyes frantically run over your face.

Your bottom lip begins to quiver, tears welling up in your eyes.

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hestzhyen · 4 months ago

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Kagurabachi, Family, and Abuse

(This is kind of heavy, so please take care if you choose to read.)

I can't stress enough how much I love Kagurabachi for it's nuanced takes on complicated issues. Legacy, abuse, trauma, and the people involved in these cycles- very sensitive stuff that should be handled with great care. So this manga taking the time to examine issues with delicacy is surprising for an action series where the MC and his foes lose limbs on the regular. The Rakuzaichi arc won me over heart and soul because of how it tackled abusive families in particular.

I don't think it's controversial to say that leaving your abusers behind to focus on yourself is a key part of healing. But when family is involved, that component tends to get scrambled or lost entirely. Somehow if it's a relative or a sibling or a parent, the situation is changed. The victim should try harder to work things out. The onus is on them to find out what's wrong and fix it somehow; become less vulnerable. Even the most saintly, well-meaning ally can fall into the trap of telling the victim that blood-related abusers somehow deserve extra grace. They're abusers but they're also family, after all. Families love each other and good intentions should mean a lot.

We see it all the time in media too. A parent lashes out in anger. A sibling destroys precious, irreplaceable mementos. A cousin bullies and their parents do nothing. Blood relations hit and hurt and do awful things. But family is family at the end of the day, so they come together to heal with tears and apologies. Everyone is suffering in some way but it'll be okay if they stick together and work through the pain. Pan out, roll credits.

Obviously the Sazanami clan was far more skewed towards villainy than what we see in the real world. But the extra context given to Kyoura right before his death humanized all of them. They were abusers who were trapped in the cycle by misguided devotion to familial duty. And now that the cycle is broken, the family has their chance to heal. Braidbro was told to help the little kids and honor Tenri's sacrifice by letting them avoid his fate, so hopefully they manage it. No more slavish devotion to the auction above familial bonds. They can come together with tears and apologies and work towards a better future.

Yet Hakuri won't be there to see it.

In another series, he might have stayed to help after working with Chihiro proved he was strong enough to stand on his own. Hakuri could have rebuilt the family with a new purpose since he's the first since the progenitor to naturally inherit the subspace sorcery. He'd have the clout to do it, being the only one able to ensure business returns to normal. He even landed the killing blow on Soya to prove his resolve and signal a shift in the family's status quo. It would have been even more vindication for him to go from family embarrassment to patriarch, and who doesn't love it when the underdog comes out on top? He could be the one to fix things! But taking over the family would have truly been a bad end for him- proof that he was still trapped.

Because what could possibly make up for what Hakuri endured all that time? No amount of crying and saying sorry and promising to do better heals an abuse victim. Braidbro and Sazasis could make sure he's waited on hand and foot for the rest of his life but the damage was done long ago. The emotional pain lingers far longer than the broken bones and torn skin. Even if Soya was the only one going so far as to use peelers and pliers on him, Hakuri was abused by all of them. They all agreed -implicitly or tacitly- to ostracize him and give him the worst jobs. We saw him getting ganged up on to be kicked and gut-punched. Kyoura wasn't the only one to deliberately look away. Hakuri's torture was a family affair.

So to see him walk free of it all makes my heart soar. Because Hokazono fucking gets it. The victim shouldn't be on the hook to lead the reform effort once the situation is exposed. They shouldn't even have to participate in group therapy. In order to truly heal, they need to leave. And Hakuri choosing to do so was framed as the best possible thing he could have done in the moment, thank god. No "but they're still family" guilt tripping from the author here. Hell, Hokazono even went out of his way to make sure Shiba gave Hakuri a clear out. Fuck rehabilitating abusive families thanks to the victim's hard work. Fuck glorifying victims becoming irreproachable ubermensches to stop "inviting" abuse. And a flying fuck off to giving the family the benefit of the doubt by waiting around to witness the improvement process. Hakuri is finally free to move on without looking back, as is every victim's right.

Kagurabachi went above and beyond my expectations for having this be the culmination of his arc. I was a bit worried that a story so strongly focused on family bonds would fall into the same pitfalls as many before it. I've been burned by authors mishandling familial abuse with "family above all" messaging way too many times. But we saw that dumbass mindset blatantly and thoroughly deconstructed into fine particulate matter at the end of the Rakuzaichi arc. And it's really sold me on Hokazono's ideals and storytelling in a way that the Sojo arc didn't.

This manga is more than just flashy sword fights and considering how best to honor and interpret family legacies now. Sometimes, families and their legacies are in fact too toxic to be allowed to continue. And thank god the abused kid doesn't have to be the one to help the family fix their shit after it all comes crashing down. I hope future arcs continue to showcase this level of sensitivity and care for the different types of pain the characters are going through.

#kagurabachi #sazanami hakuri #I don't hate themes about loving families and such but I hate a lot of the messaging around how families should deal with pain #BnHA/MHA also handled this well with the Todoroki family #I just prefer it when the victim is allowed to extricate themselves and find peace elsewhere #Stop giving abusers chances they aren't ready for and don't deserve

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mettywiththenotes · 4 months ago

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Talking about an au

This is one that has been on my mind since 419 and tbh I thought for sure it could happen

Remember when Tomura shed his skin during the Floating UA battle? Well I wondered if a similar thing would happen again in Mount Fuji

Picture it. In the void, AFO eats Tomura. He's dying as he's told everything about AFO's involvement in his life. AFO takes over his body, hand formed over mouth and all. It looks pretty bad. All the stuff happens with Izuku getting his arms back, the heroes coming to his aid etc. Izuku punches AFO (end of 422, beginning of 423). Here's where it diverges from canon:

Izuku punches AFO and he starts crumbling slowly, from his gut (where the impact was) to the rest of him. Except before it even reaches his chest, his face starts to crack open. Visually we can see this crack isn't the same as the crumbling of his body. It's one we've seen before, across his face in the middle of a battle. A parallel back to this

Except within the crack is Tomura's face. Tomura inside Tomura's body. Tomuraception

What happened? Well, the power of Izuku's will to stop AFO (the punch) allowed the vestiges that got thrown into the body to reawaken and bring Tomura's soul back. At the same time, minutes before, Tomura, slowly dying in the void, began to think. About everything AFO told him, how he was doomed before he was even born. How much that angered him, the rage coursing through his soul. He already had a strong will before, but now he really can't accept what has happened and he can't accept AFO getting away with it. Even if AFO's fate is to die, he'd rather be the one on the other end of it, alive and watching him. Better yet, being the hand that ultimately brings about his end

As a visual representation, it's like Tomura reaches out, desperate to climb out of the abyss he is slowly dying in, and he is met with several hands reaching back, taking his hand and pulling him out and back to the world. The vestiges, who have been reawakened by Izuku

Before, Tomura has not been able to die or stay dead. So why should this not be the same? With the power of rage, spite, his hero and some ghostly relatives, he lives on. He twists his own fate by accepting the hands that reach out and climbing out of the hole AFO threw him in

AFO's Tomura face cracks open. Tomura forces AFO's vessel apart from the head, almost like a butterfly climbing out of its cocoon, almost like he is actively prying his own cage open and escaping for good

AFO had been crumbling and was ripped open, but in a desperate attempt to stay together and stay alive (also fueled by anger at being pushed to the edge like this + Tomura somehow coming back from the dead), he uses his quirks (mostly drills) to keep his body intact for now (this is already shown in 423)

Also, I guess it depends on what you would like to believe, but the way I see it, Tomura could come back either with just his decay OR with the vestiges choosing another vessel for what little power they can give left and so backing Tomura up with the last of OFA. Aka 10th user Tomura. It's not as powerful as it was with Izuku but it still adds a lot, just enough to pack a real punch. Personally I think if we're already throwing away "what is realistic" then I might as well go big or go home and go with 10th user Tomura my beloved

It's from this point that he and Izuku begin to work together to kill the old body. As you can imagine, it's probably not an immediate bonding of friendship or whatever, but it's more or less teamwork formed with the general statement of "we still have things to work out, hero, but I don't care about that right now. I hate him more than anyone else on this damn mountain and I can't stand the thought of letting anyone else kill him but me" etc but then progresses as they fight

#you may be thinking #'tomura literally jumping out of his own body? lol that makes no sense'#well it didn't make sense realistically when tomura turned INSIDE OUT and wore his OWN SKIN around his waist like a skirt either #so #its MY au and I get to choose the unrealistic ways my fav could come back!!#im not really thinking hard about this except for 'this would be cool if it became a parallel' and also 'tomura deserved to kill afo'#also i like the idea of the vestiges being all for tomura's destructive ways just this one time #izuku reaching a hand out to him: please tenko this doesn't have to be you 😔#the vestiges reaching a hand out to him: please tenko this can totally be you. kill him #the vestiges + tomura: i support all for one's rights. all for one's rights to shut the fuck up!!#i mean that basically happened in canon anyway #they said 'okay you're dying already but we'll bring you back to help kill afo. as a treat'#this way he doesn't have to die #there's probably more details to this but this is like the bare bones of it #bnha #bnha manga spoilers #shigaraki and midoriya #mettys posts #metty posts #bnha au #bnha spoilers

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lostfracturess · 3 months ago

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haha and now as i said, my thoughts during the chapter as messy and chaotic as always (really sorry) 😭

omg, their convo is kinda ridiculous 😭

"He's miserable," you said.

"You always say that about him."

"Because it always fits."

I AM CRYING THAT'S SO ACCURATE 😭😭😭😭 gosh it's just the beginning and i am already close to fainting.

"Perhaps you should focus more on your studies than on discussing your personal life. Maybe then you'd actually pass your exams." WOAH SIR THAT WAS RUDE :(((

"Sukuna"

YOU. BITCH. COME HERE I WILL FUCKING KICK YOUR STUPID UGLY ASS

"Sukuna's smile widened. "In private? With you, always."

listen here bitch STAY AWAY FROM HERE OR I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE 😤😤😤😤

"Sukuna leaned in close, his voice dropping to a whisper, "Oh, I think we both know it's not me who pushes him to the edge."

oh my fucking fod you stupid prick, thanks for another ember in the already bright fire of self deprecation of the s&c reader, as though she's not well aware of it 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻

"The words hit you like a punch to the gut, and before you could even think about what you were doing, your hand was moving. The sound of the slap echoed through the empty classroom, and Sukuna's head snapped to the side from the force of the impact" JESUS I LOVE THIS WOMAN I AM ON MY KNEES SJEJJEEJEJEJJEEJ

"Ha," he said, looking at the blood on his fingertips. "Looks like the kitten has claws." He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, as if savoring the sensation. "You know, it's funny," Sukuna continued, his voice almost conversational. "Satoru always did have a thing for the feisty ones."

i don't know how are you doing that, that's probably a writing talent of yours (one of many things actually) but i want to get through my screen and punch him so bad. just why he even has a nerve to speak about satoru and his preferences? like he really knows him. shut up ugly ass

oh my god, it's not even a third of the chapter, and i am already crying :( my poor poor girl, she doesn't deserve all of this, she's just been so strong this entire time, and that accusations from sukuna are cherry on top. yes, satoru wouldn't overdose, if there wasn't a s&c reader, but... it's just a part of their relationship, brutal, somehow ugly and harsh. if there wasn't a s&c reader, he would never experienced feeling of being truly loved and love. and i am sure that satoru wouldn't trade anything for that feeling, he would go through thousands overdoses just to keep her in her life. that's not healthy, but again, we're all in here. actually, I don't think their relationships can be measured by healthiness and unhealthiness anymore, it's too deep and complicated from both sides. they are so beautiful in destroying of each other, and also beautiful in creating something fragile and tender between them.

well, but comparing her to satoru's parents... that's a low blow for sure. there's a drastic difference between them: s&c reader lover satoru and that's on period.

not panic attack in the front of sukuna, my poor girl 😭😭😭😭 I can't do this anymore (continuing reading)

"Satoru didn't need to see your weakness, not when he was already teetering on the edge. You had to bottle it all up, bury it deep. You took another deep breath, forcing your shaking hands to still" no baby no, don't shut yourself out, he loves all of you 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 nooooo i cantttt, nici, you're a cruel woman.

"This case here," you said, waving the folder. "Failing liver." JESUS NO PUT THAT DOWN NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. we're on the edge of the catastrophe REMEMBER MY WORDSSSSS

"I'm just being honest. I don't see how anyone with that liver damage could survive. But the other vitals are pretty impressive for someone in their 50s. Strange." You paused, your eyes meeting his. "But why are you looking into that?" FIFTIES 😭😭😭😭😭😭 ROASTED.

yeah know she's acknowledging him slowly dying i am so happy 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲 it's really another level of pain

"No," you said finally. "Based on these stats, there's no way this patient will survive, even with treatment. The liver damage is too extensive, even aggressive treatment would likely only cause unnecessary suffering," your eyes meet his, "It would be cruel to give them false hope." no, forget. THIS is another level of pain. i literally have to pause and put away the phone to process 😃😃😃😃😃😃

"You knew that this medicine was rather new. Expensive, if insurance didn't cover it. A single dose cost more than some people earned in a month"

is that okay if i think this is hot? because i fucking do

"See you next month, then," he said, a playful lilt returning to his voice. "For your next dose of preventative migraine medicine. But don't be late. I hate when patients keep me waiting."

he loves her so much it's insane IT'S UTTERLY INSANE. i am so sure that to loved is to be seen and the way he takes care of her it's just too much for my heart. i love their love

"You should be numb to it by now, but each pill felt like a punch to your gut. He popped them into his mouth and swallowed dry, a practiced motion. Dread tightened in your stomach"

"Turning back to face you, he asked, "You want to grab something in the cafeteria then?"

the way he's doing that so causal and the way that thing became causal between them...scary at least :(

"I don't think I have to answer your question," he said, cold, dismissive." wow. so nice. I would already cry, tbh

wow. i am completely utterly speechless. i have never in my life read something like that. the play, i mean. this is beyond beautiful and tragic. it's just...i don't, i am still speechless. reached the very deep of my heart. i felt this inescapable cage that their love is. thank you for letting us to see that. and the sonnets (if i am right?) so beautiful in their pain.

"Suguru studied you for a long moment. He didn't need to ask. He knew you well enough to know what was going on. Yeah, how ugly it is to be truly seen." just after i said for me to be loved is to be seen...

"You shook your head. "No. I can't. I need work...I need to focus on something, anything, or I think I'll fall apart."

this hurts even more knowing suguru loves her 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻 i am killing myself

"He hesitated, his gaze lingering on your face for a moment before he finally nodded and peeled off his gloves. He leaned forward, his hand gently undoing the tight knot of your crossed arms. He took your hand in his, tracing shooting lines across the back of your hand" i realised at that moment and remembered your answer about that suguru would be safer, more healthier to her. and that small gesture reminded me of it. and her words about being near satoru felt like home, and now she's falling apart and needed distance from him...

"You'd already compromised so much, given up so much, to turn yourself into someone he could love without tearing himself to pieces. But how much more could you sacrifice before there was nothing left of you, before you became a stranger, before it became some kind of murder?" can this passage be carved on my gravestone? thanks

JESUS CHRIST I ALMOST PASSED OUT READING THIS I KNEW SHE WOULD BE ALIVE OF COURSE BUT READING THIS OH KNOW I HAVE A FEW GREY HAIR NOW

"You inhaled, the air burning in your lungs. Before you could exhale, a familiar voice roared down the corridor, slicing through the quiet of the hospital. For a brief moment, you wondered if it might have been better to have died in the flames" oh yessss the loving boyfriend ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

"I think we're done here. Thank you," you said cautiously to the doctor beside you, bracing yourself for the inevitable scene Satoru was about to make." i am laughing i think this is something hysterical already

"Satoru's grip on your face tightened ever so slightly. He looked like he wanted to kill you right after he was done with the other two poor souls in the room" no, it's definitely something hysterical 😭😭😭😭

"Oh, I—" the doctor stuttered, looking like he wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow him whole. Poor guy." he's gonna faint, omg

never anger dr. handsome ✍🏻✍🏻✍🏻✍🏻

"I swear to god, I'll buy this goddamn second-rate hospital and have you all fired if you don't leave us alone. Now."

*tapping the mic*

i am so so sorry BUT PLEASE ANYONE TELL ME IF YOU FOUND THIS HOT BECAUSE I DO

*mic drop*

"I have an alert on you. In every hospital in this country," he said without hesitation, his tone matter-of-fact, as if it were the most natural thing in the world" UHM- WHAT????????? I AM SORRY??????????? it would be a real red flag in real life BUT HERE???????? jesus christ

"But how could you be angry when he stood before you, so vulnerable and broken? How could you deny the executioner the willing blood, the scars he carved into his own flesh with the blade that is your love?" whoa. that's is so fucking beautiful. a poetic masterpiece.

"The living room was a wasteland, the couch a blackened, smoking husk, the bookshelves reduced to piles of charred kindling. The kitchen was even worse, the appliances melted and twisted, the cabinets nothing more than gaping, empty holes in the wall" I don't know whether it was intentional from you or i am hyperanalyzing things as usual, but could this description of the burnt flat be somehow a metaphor to her own inner state?

"Somehow all seemed to be stuck until it went up in flames. As if the grand scheme of things had something against you" omg seems like i am right 😭

"Kafka," you said with a smile, and he looked at you like you might have lost your mind" i think they have already lost it too long ago....

"Satoru had fallen back into addiction, and you? Somehow, you felt like you didn't know who you were anymore, your identity bleeding from open wounds onto the already soaked carpet below" my poor poor girl....i wanna hug her and shoosh 😭😭😭😭

that conversation in his apartment... feels like the first their normal conversation in a long time...too normal actually. i smell a rat...🤔🤔🤔🤔 (look at her seeking signs of angst IN A NORMAL CONVERSATION)

"Staggering back, you gripped the doorframe for support, fighting the bile that scorched your throat. The image was seared into your brain, a permanent scar that refused to fade. You closed the door, shutting out the painful memory" jesus in that moment i realized i kinda overlooked her trauma for seeing satoru basically DEAD. it's not like your see the person you love that much overdosed to the point of no return, and while you wanna run away from that, you force yourself to be strong and steady and save him, to take this burden you. this is so unfair and cruel. but again, when our world was fair?... she's been too strong for all this time, and now we see how she's slowly falling apart :(

"You couldn't shake the sickening feeling of helplessness that had engulfed you in that moment, the realization that no matter how desperately you wanted to, you were powerless to save him" i don't know how to put it right, but...i think by saving him, she killed him. pulled him from the agonizing abyss of addiction, so that he can fall in it more harder than he's ever been.

"For years, you had clung to the belief that if only you had been older, if only you had been stronger, you could have saved him" and of course the overlapping with her father's death 👍🏻 nici, you're a cruel woman. genius and cruel.

"Every moment spent with him was a delicate dance on the edge of a knife, never knowing when the blade might slip and cut you both to the bone" your metaphors should be studied at the literature classes. or stylistics.

"The love you had for him, the love he had for you, it was a malignant growth, metastasizing, consuming, destroying everything in its wake. It was a sickness with no cure. No treatment. No hope for remission.

Symptom and cause, all at once"

MIC. FUCKING. DROP.

yeah, their love is like a burning inferno, destroying everything in its wake. even them. everything will be destroyed in its flames..

"But it was too late. He quickly undid the bandages, ignoring your protests. The bandage fell away, revealing the ugly truth beneath" i really feel like it's a metaphor to her inner state and I think it is, applying bandages to her already ruined self, and it doesn't help even in the slightest. and then satoru helping her..i think it's another sign she really shouldn't to carry all the burden together

"He slumped over the counter once more, his head buried in his hands, his fingers tearing at his hair. You were sure he was pulling out strands, his shoulders heaving with each ragged breath" I can't do this anymore, bye everyone THIS IS MY SYMPTOM AND MY CAUSE.

"You knew it wasn't directed at you, but at your stubborn refusal to let him in, to share your pain. You hadn't wanted to trouble him, to add another burden to his already heavy shoulders." GIRL?????? ISN'T IT THE SAME THING THAT INFURIATES YOU ABOUT SATORU????? U GOOD????

"But for now, in this moment, you could pretend. Pretend that love was enough. But was it really? Was love alone enough to keep you both alive?" unfortunately it's not enough. even if people love each other with all their heart, it still may be not enough. the ugly truth.

"Nothing. You're just there." He hesitated, as if the memory itself was too painful to relive. "But I see your hands, covered in blood. It won't wash away. And I can't wake up, can't look away." 😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃 should i ever say something about her imagining blood on her hands or?

"But you did, Satoru. And you'll do it again," you said. "But I'm yours to break. So it's okay." i am not a person anymore. just... goodbye. the way she willingly let herself to be broken by him, because she simply cannot...

"There's just this chaos inside my head, and I don't know how to sort it out." and yet she finds comfort in his chaos 💜

"You moved closer, closing the distance between you. "Then do it scared, Satoru," you said, your voice soft but unwavering. "You don't have to wait until your past is undone, until you feel forgiveness for your parents, or until this mess with Sukuna is over. You are not paralyzed by it. So do it scared." No way... are they.... COMMUNICATING??????? WHAT???????????? AM I NOT TRIPPING????

The next morning, you were rudely awakened by the obnoxious ringing of the doorbell. Seriously, couldn't you just have a normal wake-up call for once in this chapter? Is that too much to ask, author? I AM FUCKING SOBBING THE FOURTH WALL BREAKING

"The men filed past you, their heavy boots thudding against the floor as they made their way into the apartment. You silently cursed them for not taking off their shoes, knowing you'd have to clean up after them. You closed the door and tried to figure out what to do next. " haha a grumpy old lady

THE DOG 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 THEY HAVE A DOGGG NOWWWWWWW

"You shook your head, leaning forward and lowering your voice even further in the crowded cafeteria. "No, we need to go there because of Dr. Handsome. We have to find a way to cancel that lawsuit against him." i feel like satoru at that point because any idea of hers is another nail in my coffin

omg i'm so sorry it took me 500 business days to reply lol. but again, i appreciate you so so much for taking the time to give me your insights to your thoughts while reading !! and i'm always so amazing how you got all the little details and metaphors right hehe. so glad you saw all that. it's super rewarding when someone notices and connects with them.

another thing that was a metaphor was the kafka book in her burned apartment. since no one commented on it, i'll just throw it in here lol. like she was looking for the book (that he gave her) and then when she found it she was relieved (it was still untouched by the flames) and then she pressed it tightly to her chest bc she was afraid it might still slip away if she didn't (book = satoru; afraid he slips away as well). okay please tell me does anyone get this ?? or am i thinking too complicated ????? anyway.

i love, love, love all your comments and insights, really. they always bring the biggest smile to my face. your support means the absolute world to me. and i'm so grateful for your kind words, encouragement, and enthusiasm for my work. i hope you have a super amazingly lovely day or night and an even better weekend ahead <3

#inbox #wiserion

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uglypastels · 23 days ago

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Personal rant incoming because i dont have anywhere else to put this or anyone else to share it with-

Thing is, I hate parties.

But I also know I need to leave the house every now and then and meet up with people my age and come out of my shell.

But my god it was horrible.

The second I got there, not even passed the theshold, the person behind me just says: oh my god I think we have the same costume. And yup. We did. Worst part was that I had already predicted it. Somehow, deep in my gut I saw it coming (while also knowing no one else would get it, which somehow was for the most part also true) and it just immediately sunk my tiny shred of confidence down because, sure its not the end of the world, but still, how fucking emberassing. Out of all the costumes. I just wanted to scream.

But instead, I walked inside and it just got worse from there. It's like all the things that inherently make a party a party were also designed to trigger me into a deep sense of discomfort. Stranger. Loud noises. Alcohol.

I have never been the most social person, but idk what the fuck has happened to me the last few years but its like the last few pieces of my confidence and social skills have been completely deteriorated. I just cant get a single word out. Even introducing myself, when I know I should, I cant. Just smile and wish I would die.

But at the same time, when I do try and speak up it's like I don't exist. No one ever acknowledges what I saw or do and i dont fucking know what I should do. Am I just not funny? Do they not give a shit? Am I truly invisible?

Did I mention, it's so loud. The music is shit (not all the time) and everyone is yelling over it and over each other. A million conversations crossing through the room and I'm unable to keep track, let alone participate in, any single one.

So I just sit there, hoping I'm not making everyone else unconfortable. Except I probably am. Sucking the fucking life out of everyone in my close proximity. I bet I ruined the night for my friend. She's also an introvert and we're both awkward but for her things seemed to go smoother. So then whenever things went quiet I knew it was my fault. I know I should say something but I have no idea what.

Also, being around people my age, as healthy as it is, just makes me sick because it makes me realise just how detached I am socially. How behind I am on life and its just a reminder of my horrible lack of a romantic life.

Not that its really important. I wasnt going there to find anyone. But when you walk into a room and basically 95% of the people there are in a relationship, and all conversations are about who dated who, why x and y broke up, people asking for dating advice.

And upon entering the party, you get warned to look out for this cute guy, coz he's single and kind of needy and looking to latch onto someone, and then your friends notice how, yeah, he's clung onto every single girl at the party. Meanwhile, you havent even seen him. But thats just how my life is. Its not like I actually expected anyone here to suddenly fall in love with me. (I really didn't. But it still heard to hear that)

Idk it was a stupid punch in the gut.

Oh and the fucking pictures. There was constantly someone snapping pictures with exteeme flash scaring the shit out of me and making me so fucking cinscious of everything I was doing and how I looked. And on one side of course it would be nice to have them as a memory keepsake and being one of those kids that never wanted to pose for pictures i get now that it is a bit of a shame, but still, when i hate how i look why would i want that to be memorialised in extremely unflattering light, around stranger and for all of them to see later too. [Actually getting sick just thinking about it]

Anyway, a few hours went by and I made some small talk. There were moments of niceties among the awkward silences and staring ahead in a dissociated state.

But the longer it went on, the more I just felt like crying and I grew so much more aware of my soul sucking presence. Coz fuck am I cockblocking my bestie over here by clinging onto her to have someone, anyone to talk to? I totally am bumming everyone out arent I? If thats even if they notice me of course.

But it still feels early to leave and the FOMO kicks in. As if I wouldc actually participate or make part out of anything that could happen tonight. I cant do it anymore.

So I left, and cried on the way home, and now i'm crying while writing this and just feel so pathetic and ugly and dump and incredibly alone.

[Rant over]

#z rants #personal

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the-bad-batch-baroness · 2 years ago

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Let's talk more about Mayday.

I was going through my second watch of the Bad Batch season 2, and The Outpost really stuck out to me, but not because of Crosshair. Don't get me wrong, the character development that man went through was *chef's kiss*, but it was Mayday's story that got to me.

We know very little about Mayday and his squadron. We don't even know what his CT number was, or the names of his full squad, but there are a few things we can infer about him and his men.

(spoilers for S2 E12 under the cut)

As we all know, keeping an entire clone squadron alive through the Clone Wars was next to impossible. Season after season, we watched good clones die from all sorts of squadrons and for all types of reasons (RIP Fives).

Without any outside information, it can be inferred that Commander Mayday was able to keep his entire squad alive throughout the Clone Wars. Meaning Mayday was a great leader and cared about his men, as well as the mission.

However, that all changed when he and his men were stationed on the godforsaken planet Barton IV. In the first few minutes of meeting Mayday, we see the helmets of his fallen squad memebrs memoralized on display, as well as his last two men still alive.

The Clone Wars lasted for about 3 years. They survived together for 3 years. Then, in the short time frame of just 1 year, he lost his entire squad. All of them. Just gone. Blown-up, shot, eaten, or frostbit, they died somehow, and for what?

Imagine what Mayday must have felt as his squad slowly got picked off one by one. They were just like all the other squads in the Clone Wars. They had names and personalities. They had likes and dislikes. They probably made fun of each other and laughed. They may have even cried. They were brothers.

The most heartbreaking part was when Mayday finally knew what his men gave their lives for. Gear. And not even clone trooper gear, but storm trooper gear. They battled the planets elements in literal rags, all the while dying to protect gear they could have been using. Even the music was heartbreaking.

The amount of internal twisting in his gut when he realized must have been excruciating. Clones don't show a lot of emotion. They are soldiers, after all. However, they're also human. I don't care how rough, tough, or gruff you are, you'll feel something watching a comrade die in action.

And that brings me to the avalanche scene. Everyone really focuses on Crosshair's part in this, and the correlation to their previous conversation about "dead weight", but Mayday threw a gut punch. It's one line. But it carries so much weight.

"Go, I won't make it."

This man, who has lost his entire squadron and failed the mission, has completely resigned to his fate. He's ready to die. He's ready to leave this world behind because everything he fought for is gone. He has no squad to go back to, and the empire doesn't take in strays.

At that point, death was his best option. Honestly, that is where this whole scene hits differently. Because it happens in real life with real soldiers. They fight, lose their buddies, and come back to a society that tosses them aside like garbage. They too feel that their best option is death, and they run to it.

Truly heartbreaking.

I don't know anything about the Star Wars afterlife or the lore behind their deities or "maker", but this is what I envision after Mayday dies.

Maker: Welcome, Mayday.

Mayday: Is this death?

Maker: It is.

Mayday: Are... my men here?

Maker: Yes, they are.

Mayday: Can I see them?

Maker: That depends.

Mayday: On what?

Maker: On your judgement.

Mayday: Judgememt?

Maker: Yes. You must be judged. Please tell me why I should let you pass on.

Mayday: I... there's not much I tell. I lost my squad. They followed me... and died. Their deaths are on my shoulders. I also... failed my mission. I guess I have no reason.

Maker: Perhaps. But were you a good soldier?

Mayday: I... I'd like to think so.

Maker: Commander Mayday. You followed your orders and served your men well. They gladly laid down their lives under your command. Each one spoke highly of your leadership.

Mayday: They did?

Maker: Yes.

Mayday: They were good men.

Maker: As are you. I will now pass my judgment upon you. I judge you as a good soldier and grant you access to paradise. Enter and join your brothers in peace.

Mayday: I am truly grateful.

*doors of heaven open*

*standing on the other side is his squad*

Squad: Commander! What took you so long? You're late! We've been bored without you! Come join us! Hexx and Veetch beat you here! Our squad is back together again!

Mayday: Hey boys.

*group hug*

#the bad batch #bad batch #tbb #tbb mayday #tbb crosshair #did someone order angst?#tbbb speaks #tbbb quotes

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nostalgicatsea · 1 year ago

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5-fic self-rec!

Thanks for tagging me for this, @oluka (and the last line thing too except I had to pass on that one because I haven't written anything in a while other than the last excerpt I posted on here 😅).

Except for "Apricity," which is near and dear to my heart despite how much I itch to edit it (a constant issue I have with things I write), I went with some of my favorites that have flown under the radar.

Hm...this ended up more of a "hey, good job, me" post than a "I'm trying to find what's compelling about these fics to rec them" post. Oh well.

In order of publication:

Apricity (616 Steve/Tony, T, 1.5k)

My first fic on AO3! My first Steve/Tony fic! And somehow it was 616 instead of MCU. I love dark Steve, but I'm particular with how exactly he's unhinged and this is how I like him. Even-keeled despite being off his rocker. Rational in his own head. Soured on the world, but in a way that pushes who he is to the extremes so his core is still visible even if it's mottled with rot. And, of course, obsessed with Tony. I also like the tempo of this; I used to have a good grasp on tempo, but I feel like I've lost that a bit over the years.

Unraveled (Warrior (2011) gen fic, G, 1k)

Since it's a movie that doesn't have a lot of fanworks for it and it's a gen fic to boot, barely anyone has read this, but I don't care because it was written for a friend, @luxover. I love writing little stories to gift friends. If you haven't watched Warrior, watch it! Brutal tearjerker about a broken family and broken men and one of the few good sports movies out there. No, you don't need to know anything about MMA to enjoy it. I don't.

Okay, I should talk about this ficlet. I'm fond of this one because it's so different from my usual writing. It's stream-of-consciousness and entirely voice-driven like someone sat you down in Brendan's head and he's talking and talking even if he naturally isn't saying of this out loud. Because he and his brother Tommy are emotionally constipated; even if they love each other a lot, they don't know how to reach out to each other. They don't know if they're wanted. This also has one of my favorite last lines I've ever written. GUT PUNCH, if I do say so myself. ONE-TWO HIT, K.O. Sums up every layer of their relationship.

Hidden Declaration (Brad/Ray (Generation Kill), T, 728 words)

Another gift for a friend (the same friend)! Brad/Ray and MCU Steve/Tony share some similarities despite being drastically different, so is it any surprise I liked these two unhinged idiots? I never open for fic prompts, but this was when I was on a roll and then I got scared because lux asked for this. I never wrote for Gen Kill, I read maybe 3 GK fics in my life, and Ray is one of those characters who are impossible to write well imo (to be honest, I also feel the same way about Brad though the difficulty is subtler). He's an unusual guy with a very particular way of speaking.

And somehow this flowed out of me quickly. It's not without its flaws, but it was so different from what I usually write and how I do that it was really fun to write this! Very dialogue-heavy too which isn't what I'm known for. And the crassest (also...some language that's not okay as a warning, but if you know GK, it comes with the territory) and most sexual (it's still not very sexual lol) out of my fics. I think I captured how much they're best friends and they're so comfortable in each other's presence well. Plus I put a little wink for my friend at the end and it's one of the few times I like being indulgent with my writing. Also, tattoo fics are a trope and I guess this counts as my one tattoo fic though it's not an AU and there's no actual tattooing involved.

A Long, Final Rest Among the Stars (MCU Tony-centric/Nebula & Tony gen fic, G, 2.7k)

My tribute to best boy Tony, my first and ultimate love (along with Steve, of course) along with an expansion of the lovely bits of Nebula and Tony's tender friendship that we got to see in IW which I adored. They share a lot in common.

Writing this made me so sad because I felt like I was preparing to say goodbye to Tony. It made me reminisce about how it all started, and everything came full circle. His past is his present. Tony's trapped on a dark spaceship injured and far, far away from home. Tony's trapped in a dark cave injured and far, far away from home. There's a kind spirit with him, and even if they try to keep him alive, he's a dead man walking. But he's also come a long way from the man he used to be. I'M REALLY PROUD OF HIM, OKAY? I LOVE HIM.

The Burning of Flowers (616 Steve/Tony, G, 1.2k)

I secretly really, really wish more people read this fic. I wanted to write a Hanahaki AU for a while, but I couldn't figure out what I'd do that would feel fresh and then I came up with this subversion of sorts. Hanahaki AUs usually involve someone pining for their love and refusing to let go of it because it means so much to them. I thought I'd write about someone who doesn't have it—and simultaneously wants and doesn't want it—and wishes ill on the person he loves by hoping their love has it. And what better era to situate it than Hickmanvengers? You don't need to know Hickmanvengers to enjoy it, though.

I'm extremely proud of this one because it's one of the best fics I've written if I'm allowed to toot my own horn for a sec! Please let me because it's so rare for me to feel like I don't want to rip apart chunks of my fics and sew them back whole again, new and improved. I think this is one of my most complete fics in that way; I can probably tweak it, but I'm satisfied with nearly all of it if not all of it.

Anyway, I was in a slump and then suddenly the old magic returned and I slipped back into the writing style I used to have back in the mid-2010s except better. I could actually see that I've developed as a writer even if I'm still learning. But the atmosphere, the sensory lines, and the rhythm returned. I like the pace of this a lot and feel like it follows Steve's relentless rage, much like the unmoored, slower pace of "Apricity" reminds me of a colder Steve who never fully woke up from the ice.

Tagging @kiyaar, @meidui, @sineala, @whenas-in-silks, @sabrecmc, @magicasen, and two artists (rec your art!<3): @kappamairi & @massivespacewren

#me: i have no fears #me: what if people don't like these fics and that's why they're underrated #one (1) fear....except kdfjksafjalfjla i don't really care because i enjoyed writing these and that's what's important!#i don't care if i'm embarrassing myself because maybe i should take a break on getting annoyed at myself when it comes to writing #and pat myself on the back for doing the best i could at the time and still liking these now #okay i need to sleep soon bye

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polycrowtruther · 7 months ago

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So I still have been writing and plan to keep updating and writing within the Grishaverse but...

Holy shit, this has been the worst year of my life (and ive been saying that for the past 3 years and its still been true because each year feels like 'oh this is the worst its gotten' and then life sucker punches you in the gut with something new). Ive gotten death threats and bullying, my grandma died, my health hit rock bottom and then somehow kept digging, and the things that used to give me comfort have been used as things to make me feel worse about myself.

Like don't get me wrong, THIS IS A RANT, and I'll probably delete it later. You don't need to feel bad for me or anything and please dont feel obligated to care, but I just want to say that any more in this day and age you have to remember that your actions are your own regardless of people can see them or not. Even if it only matters to you, even if you do it only because you know it's right and you believe it, it matters. And even if you're the only one who knows how hard you're fighting, don't stop. You just gotta keep going, because if you don't than what's the point, right?

If nothing else, because your actions are felt and heard. Even if it doesn't feel like it. Even if you never get the closure of knowing that someone appreciates it, know that you will ALWAYS be appreciated by someone.

Anyway, if you were waiting for more fic updates they should be coming soon. I've got like 8 wips and even more cooking so even if they come out once a month they'll come out at some point. 😅

I'm still trying. I'm still working on things that I love, even if they have conflicting and painful memories attached to them now. I'm donating and listening and trying my hardest to stay afloat, just like I'm sure so many of us are doing.

Anyway, xoxo gossip girl or whatever.

#rant post #personal rant #personal ramblings #yo this is my worst year ever

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speakofthedebbie · 4 months ago

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you (read: i) asked so you shall recieve: radioapple fic recs august 2024 update!!

the following are the ones from the last post w/some minor changes (think: misspellings and even more osas praising) (sorry for the re-tags!!):

Bedtime Rituals to Try out Before the Next Angelic War by @miribalis

just yes. thousand times yes. so basically my boy luci has some sleep troubles and that somehow leads to a qpr with al look its been a while ok just read it

Managerial Liberties by the same fella

these two tags explain it pretty well

something that sticks out to me about this is that charlie is actually (reasonably) cold to adam and like. im actually surprised with how little ive seen that. i mean i dont think id be exactly buddy-buddy with my besties killer either. only 4 chaps as of writing but already looking to be a radioapple classic. has the same vibe as bedtime rituals, but it is NOT a sequel

devils don't fly (don't expect me not to fall) by @corgiss

i’ll hold you close (i’ll stay the course) by the same fella

the entire time i was just going "yas king! put that egotistical flatscreen in his place!!". basically luci reminds the overlords who he is and vox shows he can be more of a threat than he lets on.

if youre even half the radioapple fanatic i am and havent read this, literally what are you doing?? i could sing its praises until my death bed but ill hold off so i can explain whats happening. basically after burning down a meeting room several times, luci and al make a deal ("not a deal!", luci laments to the void): they will attempt to be civil and maybe even friendly, with some daily compliments sprinkled along the way, and by the end luci will owe al a favour. whats the favour? read it yourself dammit! seriously, 10/10, i foam at the mouth every friday

if thats anything to go by, the last few chapters have been rough. the fluff feels so far away that i cant even explain what happens. luci was waxing poetic about swimming in maple syrup for al, i remember that much. lilith is particularly an asshole even tho we havent seen her yet (or maybe we have. idr, mightve chatted with al) also emily is there (fallen) and has a lil smth to do with als and liliths deal. if you read it, warning for the gut punch of angst that starts chap 32 "She/Her" (though the chapter before that, "Should Alastor Know By Now?" ends pretty rough too)

Freely We Serve by @romanaxe

i dont remember how i managed to stumble upon this but im having a great time. basically alastor is a new sinner fresh in hell (but time doesnt matter and the whole cast is still here) and thinks "what better way to gain power than be the personal assistant of the heartbroken king of hell!" features a 6-7 (rosies words) year old charlie and a morally dubious lilith (also i loved eepy al X3)

A Family Forged in Hellfire by Green_Ghostwriter (once again, no Tumblr, so AO3)

this ones a bit newer (10 chaps), is so far mostly exposition and the slowburn pot hasnt even been put on the stove, but as just a hazbin fic in general i see the potential. basically its a 1920s(30s?) au where heaven decides little charlie doesnt deserve to be raised in hell and is sent to earth with a "foster" family where her actions in life will determine witch realm she will return to after death. her "parents", al and mimzy, are given false memories so they can claim the girl as their own and gee i wasnt kidding when i said it was a lot of exposition. erm honestly explaining anymore would tech be spoiling so go read it!!

The Red Thread That Binds Us by @scun-gilli

basically its a king x kings guard au where al and luci grow up together and only grow closer after a. certain life event for al (its fine guys trust :)) [she said, like a liar]) then al is sent off for royal guard training school (ik its not called that i forgor 😭) but dw he comes back. just watch out for graphic depictions of injuries (i think thats this fic) angst and a sneaky eve bc radioapple fics are allergic to happiness (or maybe im not looking hard enough lol) (also im really tempted to make the friendship bracelets they had 👀)

somewhere down the line by kj_crwm (AO3 link)

new recs below!! ↓↓

Alastor and Lucifer do whatever the Hell this is (series) by Vagabond_Sloth (personally asked, no Tumblr, but they might make one 👀)

i know this is radioapple fic rec post but... *cough* Husk and Angel do a Romance for some soft huskerdust *cough* anyway- basically, a perplexing flower arrangement leads to a blossoming something between the resident radio demon and king of hell. seriously, its some good shit, and the author is really nice!

A Compliment A Day by @decembercamiecherries

spinning this around in my head at all times

basically, a classic "charlie makes al and luci compliment each other as a bonding excessive" but it does not disappoint (check out her other three radioapple fics too)

a lovely night (lalaland is that you??) and pancakes, small talk by @mirotic_chess (X Twitter account)

in a lovely night they do a lil dancey dancey and in pancakes, small talk luci makes some pancakes!!

Sin and Sentiment and Time On My Hands by demon_fawn (supposed Tumblr leads to a dead end)

oh my god future debs here and i am so fucking tired of doing these descriptions but. um. the plot for sin and sentiment def seems very interesting and time on my hands is an incomplete (but good!) attempt at radioapple week. hmm not sure if they still post bc the most recent update was july 12th

honestly just every radioapple fic by @otoshigo (i think ive read all but Forbidden Fruit of the Poisonous Tree)

if you look underneath the little island that is radioapple, on god otoshigo is one of the creators holding it up. all 19 (yes, 19. we eatin good tonight [excluding forbidden fruit]) of their radioapple fics are fantastic, buuut if i had to recommend anything specific: A Guide to the Care and Maintenance of the King of Hell (fuck count furfur!) and The Devil's Trip to the Big Apple

not to continue the trend, but basically anything by @thief-of-eggs (even the singular huskerdust) but personal recommendations: Trust and Hair Pets and Let Me Be Your Shelter (sickfics 🔛🔝)

idk if youll catch me doing the descriptions for these anymore shit was exhausting

tagging time!!!! (i want to end it all)

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asexual-hugger · 11 months ago

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Woman booked on assault charges after fight with fellow mother at elementary school

Allison McFly, 40, was taken into custody on Friday after throwing a punch at a fellow mother at her daughter’s elementary school. She fought hard, stating that she and her daughter “will not be punished today,” since they both are apparently victims of bullying. McFly’s daughter Imtura, 10, started the chain of events after throwing a hard hit at her classmate, [REDACTED], after spending months of torment on the school playground and not doing anything to stop it. She finally snapped last week and punched the girl straight in the face, knocking out three of her front teeth and breaking her nose. [REDACTED] is currently in the hospital suffering from her injuries.

“This girl has been bullying Imtura for months,” Mrs. McFly explained in her statement. “My daughter was simply defending herself. Their entire family is made up of bullies, and someone needs to put them in their place. I don’t understand why the school always has to attack the victim just because they stand up for themselves. The only person they need to discipline is [REDACTED]. She deserved what she got.”

According to Imtura’s statement with the school principal, [REDACTED] had started tormenting her for no reason since the first week of school, making fun of her clothing, her school supplies, and even her creative imagination.

“Imtura lost it,” Mrs. McFly explained. “She’d been bottling it up inside for the longest time, and she reached her breaking point. We will not apologize. [REDACTED] deserved it. I taught my daughter what I was unable to do at her age: stand up for herself. My parents always told me to ‘just ignore it.’ Well, not today. That stops with my child.”

When [REDACTED]’s mother showed up at the school, she threatened to sue the school and Mrs. McFly for allowing the attack on her daughter. That was when Mrs. McFly threw the punch.

“Yeah, call your LAWYER!” she shouted at her. “Call your ATTORNEY! Better yet, call the cops! I'll just explain everything your little ‘princess’ did to my child in excruciating detail! I am sick and tired of bullies getting off scot-free from punishment! That ends today! You need to teach your daughter to take accountability for her behavior!”

Mrs. McFly was charged for assault and taken into custody by police. She will not go down without a fight, however. She believes that the people that should be in her place at the moment are the [REDACTED].

McFly’s husband, Marty, made the following statement during his interview with the police: “I have nothing to say in protest. My wife and daughter are all that matter to me. If anyone bullies or threatens my family in any way, you can bet we will defend ourselves. I'm standing by Allison and Immy all the way.”

Call the McFly family advocates against bullying, or whatever else you wish, and although I don't agree with or care for the way the situation was handled, even I can admit that they have guts.

Encounter of how things went down:

Principal: Mrs. McFly, thanks for coming in. Please take a seat.

Allison McFly: What is this about, Mr. [REDACTED]?

Principal: There was an incident on the playground today. Your daughter Imtura hit another student.

Allison: …I see. And you’re telling me this because…?

Principal: It’s your daughter, Mrs. McFly. She physically attacked another student. It’s concerning and grounds for suspension. We do not condone violence at this school.

Allison: Do you condone bullying? Maybe Immy was defending herself. Who was the student she hit?

Principal: A fellow classmate named [REDACTED].

Allison: Oh. Her.

Principal: Mrs. McFly, is everything all right with Imtura? Anything going on at home that needs to be addressed?

Allison: Why do you always assume that there is something going on at home just because Immy threw a punch at someone? Everything is fine. Ms. [REDACTED] must’ve egged her on somehow, so she probably snapped. What else is new?

Principal: It wasn’t just ‘a punch,’ Mrs. McFly. It was a direct hit straight to the face. Ms. [REDACTED] is in the hospital with missing front teeth and a broken nose. Imtura assaulted her. I'm going to have to suspend her for two weeks until she can think about what she’s done. This is a serious issue, and you need to be more aware of it. This is your daughter.

Allison: I am well aware. What do you want me to say? That I'll discipline her? I won't be doing that. And you won't be suspending her, either. [REDACTED] will be getting suspended for pissing my daughter off. You school administrators are all the same. Going after the victim for simply defending themselves against hate and bullying while the actual bully gets off free!

Principal: Excuse me?

Allison: You heard me.

Principal: Mrs. McFly, I can assure you that we do not tolerate bullying of any kind at this school, and every student receives equal punishment and discipline. We don't pick favorites here…

Allison: No no no no no, you listen to me here. [REDACTED] started this mess. [REDACTED] pissed Immy off and Immy struck her. [REDACTED] and her mother should be sitting in this chair right now, but instead, you call ME in to discipline MY kid. It isn’t her fault. Of course you assume there are problems at home, which there aren't!

Principal: Mrs. McFly, children’s actions at school are generally a reflection on their environment at home. I have to ask these questions because it is my duty as principal to look out for the well-being of all students. If Imtura is being bullied, she should have either come to me or her teacher. We don’t throw punches to get our way.

Allison: Come to you? And said what? ‘Oh, Principal [REDACTED], I'm being bullied. Can you help me?’ Sure. All you people would have done was tell her to suck it up and deal with it. Haters gonna hate, amirite? Small children should be seen and not heard, amirite? No one takes a kid’s word for anything.

Principal: I would have done something, Mrs. McFly. If Imtura had given me a chance, I would have done something. She didn't say anything. We can't read children’s minds. They need to speak up if something is bothering them. All this could have been avoided if Imtura had just used her words. Now we could have a lawsuit on our hands. I'm sorry, but I have to suspend Imtura until further notice.

Allison: And there it is. The big L word. I sensed that was coming at some point. I knew it. You’re worried about losing your job. You don't want to suspend [REDACTED] because her mother is rich and has you in her back pocket. Your career is more important than my daughter. How typical. This administration is pathetic. I bet Mrs. [REDACTED] is a lawyer and is threatening to sue because Immy laid a hand on her precious little princess. I am not standing by and letting this happen. If I’m taken to court over this, I’m not going, and if I did, I'm representing myself. I hate lawyers, and I hate rich moms who look at the world through rose-colored glasses about their children like they can do no wrong! [REDACTED] and her rich, entitled snob of a mother can kiss my ass and burn in hell. The world would be a much better place without people like them in it. Immy and I are leaving, and we are not getting any punishment put on us!

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How To Tame A Sorcerer (25)

Mahito smiles through the blood coating his lips, spits the offending liquid into Yuji's face. His face patches itself up, removing traces of the hit he took earlier. He realizes as he falls out of the window with shards of glass sticking to his shirt, that perhaps engaging with Sukuna's vessel wasn't the smartest decision, seeing as how Yuji could actually land a blow on him. But it was certainly entertaining to see the look on his face as Junpei's body gave out. Mahito laughs as he lands on his feet. What a glorious moment that was. He sways a bit, passing it off as nothing more than a teasing dance. His mind and body still revolting against the blast from that woman.

Whatever she hit him with, packs a bigger impact than Yuji's fist.

"Don't tell me you're still upset?" Mahito mocks, "he was weak. Humanity would have killed him, eventually."

"Life isn't something you play with," Yuji says, wiping the blood from his face.

"Blame that woman. It was her interference that killed him." Mahito jumps back, dodging the fury of punches thrown his way. "How cruel of her to kill your precious friend." His tongue darts out, wetting his bottom lip. The taste of metallic is foreign but goes down beautifully. That woman–Kagome, he believes her name is–he wants to consume her.

Whatever secrets she's hiding, he wants to eat them all and take that darkness for himself. Young he may be, but even he knows that such a soul does not come around that often.

"Shut up! Kagome-san tried to save Junpei." Yuji balls his fist, his chest heaves.

Good, Mahito thinks, he needs Yuji to fill with rage. Humans are so easily manipulated, always allowing their emotions to get the better of them, always believing that somehow, they are the exception, when in fact it's that logic that makes them all the same.

"Ah, perhaps it is because of how weak you are. My apologies." Mahito lashes out, his arm transforming into a makeshift blade. He shivers. There's nothing quite like the feel of flesh being cut open. Red stains the ground. It's a shame that it is cloudy out, the bloodstain would look so much more vibrant under the sun. But the gloominess works too–adds a grittiness to the fight. Mahito moves forward, crossing the distance between them while Yuji is temporarily stunned by the gash on his arm. "Let's see how weak you really are," Mahito says, touching Yuji's soul.

He blinks. Of course, touching Yuji's soul means touching Sukuna's. Dread boils in his gut as the curse king looks down upon him from his throne made of human remains. If the murderous intent wasn't so thick in the air, Mahito may have complimented Sukuna's choice of material. Personally, he'd used the bodies of his transfigured human souls.

"Such impudence," Sukuna says, his voice as harsh as the glass that cut into Mahito's skin. "This is your warning."

Mahito blinks again and barely moves out of the way. Oh, it's that suit sorcerer from the other day. "It's not nice to stalk people you know," he says, waving a finger in the air. "I could have you arrested."

"You're not a person," Yuji speaks up, ripping his jacket and making a makeshift bandage with it.

"Oh, Yuji-chan, you should go see a doctor. It would be such a shame if you died from blood loss." Mahito assesses the older sorcerer. The man shifts his weight to one side. Good, he thinks, the sorcerer is still injured. Humans truly are pathetic.

"This ends here," the sorcerer says, gripping his blunt sword.

"Two on one is hardly fair." Mahito reaches into his pocket and tosses out his spare transfigured humans. If he's lucky, he can see just how more powerful this one will be. His toys go after Yuji, allowing him to focus on the other sorcerer. "Are you always so serious?" he asks, extending his limps out with large spikes coming out from his arms. "Why don't you rest a while and join the family?" Mahito frowns. Ah, this one is such a bore. No reaction. "Shy? That's alright. Every family has a black sheep." His spiked arm misses the sorcerer, but the debris from the ground causes the sorcerer to falter.

"Yuji, move back!"

Huh? Mahito turns towards the voice. The woman–Kagome, he reminds himself–has her arrow notched. He could have sworn that she was too weak to move. Ugh, he did not bring enough toys with him for this.

The arrow flies past him, the sting from the residue burns his spikes. Yuji scrambles back, putting distance between him and the three cursed humans. The arrow hits one in the chest, its green mutated body convulses as pink surrounds the other two.

"Oh, would you look at that? Your friend is a murderer after all," he gloats, as the pink evaporates, leaving behind the disfigured bodies of his newly made toys. Though, her ability to revert his transfiguration is annoying. Even though the bodies can't seem to handle the reversion. If she could figure out how to keep them alive afterward….

He retracts his arms and dashes towards her, changing his legs to those of a horse. He increases his speed, dodges the flurry of arrows that comes his way. He can push past the reaction to flinch and he can swallow down the urge to run in the opposite direction. If he can grab a hold of her soul, if he could take that darkness for himself.

Kagome runs back, but he grabs her, manipulating his skin to become prickly. Tiny drops of blood fall from the intrusion. Shit, he thinks, as her body glows. He lets go, jumps back into the blow of Yuji's fist into the back of his skull. His vision blurs as he staggers forward. He gets caught in the whirlpool of fists and swipes being thrown his way.

This pain is like nothing he's ever felt. Blood pools in his eyes, swells in his mouth, and he never wants the fight to end. But at last, there are only so many blows that he can take. He latches on to the hum deep in his belly and forces it up through his esophagus. A pair of hands clasp together, emerging from his tongue and encasing him and the older sorcerer into his newly formed domain.

He takes the time to catch his breath, stares as the man loosens his tie and removes his glasses. This must be what joy feels like, he thinks, as there is nothing more satisfying than watching the light die out in his toy's eyes.

"I've made my peace," the sorcerer says, looking up.

An enormous grin full of teeth splits across Mahito's face. Once he takes care of this man, he'll use his body to distract Yuji. And then, all he needs to do is knock that woman out. She'll be much more agreeable unconscious. He moves forward, even though within his domain, his hands are constantly touching the man's soul. Nothing compares to personally making the contact.

"Nanami-san!" Yuji's voice shouts over the breaking of his domain. Streams of light shine through, landing on the space between him and the sorcerer.

Shit. He freezes as he gets pulled into Sukuna's soul. He offers an apology. It wasn't his intention to mess with Yuji's or Sukuna's soul again. He took appropriate steps to only trap the other sorcerer in his domain. But Sukuna glares down at him from that haughty position and snaps his fingers.

He's changed his mind. This pain is worse than any beating he's received. He grips his shoulder, trying to stop the splutters, but the slash is too deep, and his blood spurts out of him like an active volcano. The domain completely collapses and he runs–staggers away. An arrow hits the ground in front of him and he's cornered.

Fuck. Shit. This is bad. He can't die here, not without seeing their goal reached. There isn't anywhere to run. Fuck. The arrowhead glints under the strips of light that break through the clouds. He's going to die. She lets the arrow fly and he can't do anything to stop it. He closes his eyes, waiting for the strike that doesn't come. His body twists and becomes weightless as he gets pulled away. Mahito makes out the shouts, but he can't make out the words. He's surrounded by white–which is strange because surely a curse like him should be in hell.

When he comes to, he's on a grassy hill. There is no school, no pesky humans in sight. There's nothing but…

"Took you long enough to come to."

He turns to the voice. The dark-haired stranger reminds him of Geto-kun. The comparison puts him on edge. "And you are?"

"My name is not of importance. I've never met a curse with such intelligence before." He cradles the mirror to his chest, giving Mahito a small smile. His white yukata blows gently in the breeze.

The serene image sets Mahito's skin on fire.

"You sensed something, about that woman. What was it?"

"Who are you?" Mahito staggers to his feet, levels the man with a blank face. He isn't sure how they ended up on this hill, but if the man thinks that he owes him anything, then he is mistaken.

"I can either be your friend or your foe. It is your choice. Though I think you would very much like my partnership." The mirror glows and blasts Mahito.

He waits for the pain, but the energy seeps into his skin, down into his veins, and fuels his cursed energy. His muscles twitch, his clothes are too tight, and he's hungry for more of whatever that was. It reminds him of that darkness he felt.

"Addicting, yeah? What did you sense from that woman?"

"Souls."

The man's red eyes brighten at the revelation. "I'll give you more power if you do a small favor for me. That woman, I want you to taint the souls inside of her."

"Taint the souls?" Mahito welcomes the blast with open arms, basking in the energy that amplifies his own. The rush is like nothing he's ever tasted. "And what happens after I do this?"

"Depends on if the souls you sense are the ones I need." The mirror lights up as the man's black claws stroke it.

"And if I say no?"

"You'll come calling soon enough when the withdrawals start." The man vanishes.

Mahito clucks his tongue. Claws, that man had claws. He didn't act or feel like a curse, but looks could be deceiving. Though the man reminds Mahito of the woman from the alley. A friend of hers? No, he would have attacked if that was the case. He scratches his arm. The smart thing to do would be to tell Geto-kun about the strange man and that woman. Now that he thinks about it, she sounds like the woman that Jogo had described from his encounter with Gojo Satoru.

He should mention it. She could be possible collateral against the strongest.

Mahito dusts his hands on his pants and walks down the hill. He licks his bottom lip as he thinks about the pull of the darkness within that woman and the addicting hit of energy from that dark-haired man. There's no need to alarm Geto-kun and the others.

He'll do everyone a favor and take the power for himself.

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