#artist is trying so hard to be normal. he's failing.

[gremnda]

the glitch duo stream slammed me right back into the building. hi guys

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yooooo!!! you’re my favorite ethan winters artist i just wanna say that first and foremost, thank you for the wholesome content of my comfort character and father figure 🥹🫶

i’m really curious bc i feel like i see a lot of people against mithan (not me personally, i’m p neutral on them!) but i’m curious to know all your thoughts on them! thoughts on their canon relationship, their fanon portrayal, the backlash against them/mia accusations, and your headcanons? i’m just really interested!!! hopefully that’s not weird :”)

have a good day!! sparkle on!!! ✨💖

i heart mithan... i think that they can be so cute...

i personally hc them t4t and i like to think that the dated in highschool before they both had fully transitioned

mia likes to bake and ethan likes to scrap book and he always likes to take pictures of mias cakes/ baked goods and has a album for them 😭

i am a multishipper so i draw a lot of ethan ships so my girl is left out sometimes and im sorry mia 😔

i actually really like their relationship, its a really complex dynamic that i like to talk about with my friends

i think the issue is that when talking about mithan or mia in general, theres just SO MUCH misinformation that its honestly a pain the butt to talk about

people still think that she was responsible for the creation of eveline, people still think that she experimented on eveline, people still use examples of her attacking ethan as if she did it on her own will instead of being mind controlled

in reality she was just someone who oversaw the transportation of evie. im not excusing her or anything because obviously she knew what she was doing, but people really try to accuse her of doing something she didnt and it bothers me alot lol

the problem with the fandom is that people either try to water her down to girlboss who did nothing wrong and fail to acknowledge the complexity/ moral grayness of her character and the other side is misogynists 😭😭😭😭

its hard to talk about her without people either going "stop trying to villainize her and make her look bad!" or people ACTUALLY villainizing her and acting like heisenberg would have treated him better 😭😭

mithan is such a sad relationship because they loved each other so much and that ended up being the reason their relationship fell apart (sort of... its not like the broke up... ethan kinda just straight up died)

i get a lot a trouble for saying this, but mia is a selfish person.

its not a bad thing! well i mean it is but it doesnt make her some evil witch who is somehow worse than the guy how made a werewolf american ninja warrior. its just a major character flaw she has! which is good! mia being a flawed person who makes mistakes and morally gray decisions make her a more interesting person!

she is selfish in the way that she wants to keep her family with her no matter the cost. even if it means lying to ethan about her job so that he wont think different of her. here is a interrogation from the re7 DLC, which is easy to miss!

she isnt necessarily trying to apologize for the things she has done, she is more of a, "u wont need to forgive me in the first place if we just forget it all and move on"

she doesn't try to redeem herself for what she has done, she tries to move on and return to the normal life that she wants so bad. which is fine! everyone copes a different way and she has to right to move on from her trauma. the problem that lies in this is that she has a shared trauma with ethan who still has no idea what went on in dulvey and still effects him till the present (he is mold! this is a important thing to know! most people would want to know if they were a walking corpse)

she played a direct part in what happened in dulvey, and im not referring to the email, she did not send that. she never wanted ethan to come in the first place. she tried her best to send a video to him, begging him to forget about her because she wanted to protect him, BUT it didnt send.

he got involved because she was involved. its honestly a series of really really unfortunate events.

THOUGH! she did know what she was getting into. im tired of seeing the narrative that mia was innocent and didnt know what was going on or was simply a bystander. she knew what she was doing, she knew eveline was a bioweapon, she knew eveline was a child. she used a MACHINE GUN! she knows how to use weapons and was obviously trained for it.

she tried her best to keep everybody out of the mess, ex: warning the bakers not to take them in, warning ethan not to find her, sacrificing herself for ethan in the later half of re7

but again, those are the consequences of HER actions

her consequences just happen to get really big and end up hitting ethan on the head like a metal sheet 😭

their relationship is really so interesting, it makes me really sad to think about sometimes 😭they both went through something that nobody else would ever understand, in the end they really only have each other. they get moved to an entire different country and the dulvey incident gets covered up with a "gas leak"

its really tragic because their marriage definitely had some flaws and bumps. and i know im repeating myself but its because people always take this in the worst way possible but just because i say their relationship was rocky doesnt mean im saying they dont love each other!!! thats the entire basis of mias character!! saying she doesnt love ethan would destroy her entire character!

you can see in the re8 DLC how fondly ethan talks about mia! he loves her so much, though im not sure if his comments in the DLC are him narrating current (post re8) or his thoughts before everything went down and he died (pre re8)

everything mia did was because she LOVED ethan. she would never do anything to intentionally hurt him, she is not a cruel person. she hides the truth of her job from ethan pre re7 because she loves him and doesnt want her job to drive them apart. she CONTINUES to refuse to tell ethan the truth post re7 because she wants to move on a live a happy normal life with him and knows something like her being directly associated with the connections would probably cause (more) problems. she refuses to tell ethan that he is mold because again, hard to live a happy marriage with your husband after you tell him hes a bioweapon.

obviously i dont think it was right that she did this, thats what makes her selfish! she did it for herself! she did it for her family! she thought it would work out, she thought that they could move on and be happy together.

the issue is that ethan didnt want to forget. he wanted to know what happened, he wanted to know the part mia played, he wanted answers! which is reasonable! he knows to some extent that mia was partially responsible for his involvement and he was always suspcious that mia was lying to him about her job which is implied when mia says "you were right, i did lie to you"

she doesnt learn, she doesnt stop lying, her lies get bigger and worse and it sucks yeah but it makes her so interesting!!! she keeps doing stupid things under the idea that this is whats best for her and her family, that if she hides this everything will work out and it will be for the better but its not!

just because telling your husband hes dead and a bioweapon is a hard subject to bring up doesnt mean you DONT bring it up. people shouldnt use that as a reason to excuse mia 😭, its a very bad excuse and honestly highlights how horrible their communication skills were. you cant just not tell your husband that he is actually infected with the mold and not tell him for the tree years between post re7 and pre re8.

im not saying these things to put mia down, or try and villanize her. these are all just actual things her character does! she isnt evil, but she isnt a knight in shining armor either. we need to be able to have talks about complex characters without crying everytime someone points out a flaw. characters have flaws! and mia just happens to have a lot of them!

im not mad at her, i dont dislike her because i think this way of her. shes a fictional character! you can like characters that are morally gray, or villains that drink blood and make corpse soldiers. they are fictional! pointing out the flaws of a character does not mean i dont like them.

i wouldnt call her "the real villain of re8" but i wouldnt treat her like a damsel in distress either. she is a competent person, she knows what shes doing, she has her reasons for doing them. she made bad descions with good intentions behind them! they can coexist and we should let them!

i like mithan! its a complex relationship because they both love each other so much but hurt each other in the process

talking about them is just a pain in the butt because talking about mia is a pain in the butt lol

i really hate how she keeps getting sidelined, its super frustrating to see mia get put in a cage in every game 😭

its even more frustrating that mia straight up just disappears???? in the shadows of rose DLC... like she just stops taking care of rose and theres nothing said about it. no reason or explanation. i dont think mia would ever ditch rosemary because she didnt care about her, but we probably will never know because capcom sucks at writing and they probably forgot the mia ever even existed.

all in all, i think the fandom is really just full of misinformation which make people either think mia is some horrible evil person, or its full of people who think that saying mia messed up is the equivalent of comparing her to wesker lol.

i really love mia, shes a incredibly fun and complex character, its just hard to enjoy her sometimes with the people in the fandom haha.

also ive got no idea what u meant by "the backlash against them/mia accusations" so sorry if i didnt answer that!

thank u for the ask! sorry for the long response!

[scorpioriesling]

Guilty as Sin?

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Pairing(s): Azriel x reader

Warnings: angsty asf

Summary: It wasn't hard to love your best friend; after all, you'd been through everything together. He'd seen every in-depth part of you, but now you were forced to give all of that up. All because of the stupid cauldron, and stupid fate.

SR’s Note: Brb going to get "mine" tatted on my upper thigh... this is so UGH anyways. I had to; I apologize in advance. This is one of my favorite new songs.

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The cauldron could boil itself at this point.

You weren't sure how to make the best of this situation; something you could normally do without fail. A talent everyone loved about you. However, that talent was failing you now.

Now that the bond had snapped, and there was no way out. No way of avoiding what you so desparetely wanted for years, and somehow it all ended up messed up in the end.

Lucien was a good male, you would give him that much; but that wasn't enough. Your life felt near over when your best friend revealed his hidden bond with the Archeron girl -- but now, you were in the same position. Somehow, you were cursed in more ways than one. Not only was your best friend mated to someone else -- but now so were you.

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"You're right, we should definitely get matching tattoos!" You laughed, bumping into Azriel's arm as you both stumbled down the Velaris streets. It was past midnight, and you were both buzzed from your night out at Rita's -- something you did at least once a week -- and the walk home turned into more of a walk through town.

He chuckled beside you, fingers curling around your elbow to help steady you. His wide smile was a sight you'd never tire of; he rarely let it show, but when he did, you made sure to illustrate it in your mind, holding onto the masterpiece forever.

"It isn't our worst idea..." he admitted, taking another swig from the bottle he held. You watched as his throat bobbed, swallowing the liquid and turning his attention back to you. You look toward the sky, trying and failing to pretend you weren't staring.

"What should we get?" You ask with a grin. He ponders for a moment, brow lifted in mockery. "Hmm.." he says. "What if we got eachother's handwriting?" You giggled, and he laughed with you.

"I'm serious!" He exclaimed. The tattoo parlor was coming into view, and you rolled your eyes. "I don't know if I trust you to literally write on me," you say. "We've been friends for far too long for me to put it past you to write something like "Azriel is so hot" or "Kiss my ass" on me-" You barely get it all out before laughing again, his gaze on you softening as he loops an arm around your shoulders.

"I promise I won't do something so vulgar," he says. You're now in front of the tattoo shop, the neon lights illuminating his face in a deep blue glow. He grabs the door handle and opens it, gesturing you to go inside.

"Ladies first." He smirks. You lightly smack his shoulder, and saunter your way inside.

"Fine -- but you have to go first." You throw over your shoulder. He enters behind you, and within minutes he's put in a chair and the tattoo artist is holding the needle gun over his forearm.

"Okkayyy, 'lil lady," he says, pulling up a stool to allow you to sit beside him. He hands you the gun, and places his hand over yours to help you with the process. "You ready?" he asks. You glance at Azriel, who now has his eyes lightly closed as he lays down on the bed in front of you.

"Are you ready, Azzie?" You say. He nods silently, a small smile playing on his lips. You release a breath as the gun whirrs to life, and the artist guides you to begin pressing into your best friend's skin. Stealing a glance at his face, you find him peacefully laying there, almost sleepy. That would make sense, seeing as you both drank a lot tonight.

After a few minutes of darkening the lines and wiping away the excess liquid, the artist powers down the needle and scoots back on his rolling chair. Your fingers lightly dance over the puffy black lines on his otherwise bare forearm, and he stirs at the sensation.

"Have a look," you say. He opens his eyes and sits up, delight overtaking his features as he sees your work.

"I choose you and me," he says aloud, reading over the ink now drying in his skin. He almost blushes, gazing at the ink and touching it lightly. His eyes meet yours, and in seconds he is hopping up and offerring you the bed. You sit on it, pulling the hem of your shorts up so it's easier to access.

"Heyy..." he starts. "You picked the spot for mine-" You huff.

"I want mine up here," you point to the upper part of your thigh, and he rolls his eyes. He shoots a look to the artist, and shakes his head.

"I've learned to just not argue with this one," he says, and you gasp at him. He laughs, his white teeth shining like stars inside the dim shop. The tattoo artist sighs, powering on the newly replaced tatto gun and handing it to Azriel. You place a hand on your leg, eyes wide.

"You're not gonna help him?" You ask the artist. He only shrugs at you.

"I've seen his work before -- he knows how to do a pretty damn good tattoo." Your eyes narrow toward your best friend, and he only grins down at you.

Sighing, you rest your head back against the cushion of the tattoo bed. "Az, you better not fuck this up-"

You're cut off by his fingers brushing against the skin of your leg, pulling on your shorts to move them slightly. Your breath catches in your throat, now staring wide-eyed down at the man you'd secretly fallen so madly in love with. His messy curls tickled the strips of skin between the hem of your baby tee and the top of your shorts as he stared intently at his work, needle lightly pressing into your skin. His other hand laid flat on your stomach, holding you gently in place.

You couldn't ever get rid of this sight unless someone quite literally ripped it from the archives of your mind.

He glanced up at you, noticing your labored breathing. His soft expression was one he only ever used with you; a stark contrast to the strong, unfazed front he presented to everyone else. You figured he was going to tell you to chill out -- little did he know you weren't focusing on the pain, but rather the striking male on top of you.

"Lay down -- you can't peek 'till I'm done."

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The air was warm as it rolled off the sidra, the salt air so familiar. You'd come down here for some peace; some time away. Since learning of the bond with Lucien, it was like you couldn't escape. You couldn't get away from the constant "Are you okay?"s and "Have you told Azriel?"s and "Do you think you'll accept the bond?"s. It was getting to be too much. No, you weren't okay. No, you did not want to accept the bond.

And fuck no, you did not tell Azriel. You remembered what happened last time when you found out his bond snapped, and you hadn't even seen him in months. There was no point -- it wouldn't change your situation.

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"I made you that strawberry cream cake, you know, your favorite?" Feyre's kind words filled the kitchen as you continued to pour glasses of lemonade, setting down the pitcher to meet her watercolor eyes. You gave her a soft smile.

"Thank you... but whatever for?" Her gaze dropped, fingers fiddling with one another as she looked around nervously. You arched a brow at her.

"Nothing, I just -- I thought you might like it. To celebrate the first day of Summer," she stuttered. You'd never seen her at a loss for words, but before you could think too long about it, Cassian barged into the room, eyes full of delight when he spotted the filled lemonade glasses.

"Ahh," he grabbed one and chugged it, putting it back on the counter after a few gulps as though it was a shot. You giggled, Feyre finding his interruption rather funny as well. He peered at you, sliding the glass over on the counter top.

"Fill 'er up -- Gods, it is so hot outside." He says, fingers fiddling with a small band tying his hair back. You top off his glass, and he takes it again, only sipping this time.

"Are you ladies joining us outside? Or what?" He asks giddily. You swear, if he wasn't a fae bat he would be a golden retriever.

"Absolutely," Feyre nods. He saunters out of the room, and within seconds you spy him by the edge of the Sidra tackling Rhysand into the river with him. They both come up within seconds, laughing and shaking their wet hair. Feyre peers out with you, and your heart catches when you see Azriel not joining in. He is sitting on one of the picnic blankets the group laid out, Elain's head in his lap as he leans back on his hands. She tenses, laughing at something he said. He gives her a smile; one you'd thought only he shared around you.

"I'll meet you outside in just a moment?" Feyre offers. She knew; she knew exactly how you'd felt for Azriel. But, she also knew that he was in some newfound, weird relationship since her sister arrived.

You tried to brush it off. Your best friend had lovers before; most of them only lasted a few weeks anyway, then they were gone. This one would be no different.

Finally making your way down to the river, tray of drinks in your hands, you were greeted by Mor as she helped pass out the drinks. She walked over to Feyre and Cassian; of course, leaving you to head over to Azriel.

You sighed, and walked over to the blanket where he sat. Her annoying laugh rang out again, and you winced. Azriel looked up, finally noting your presence and shielded his eyes from the sun with his hand. The unmistakable black writing on his forearm still reading "I choose you and me". Your heart swells just a bit.

"Y/N! Did you bring us drinks?" He asks nicely. You smile back, appreciating this side of him never failing to come out around his best friend.

"I just might have..." You say. Elain sits up upon hearing your voice, offerring a kind smile. You pass one glass to Azriel, and hold out another for her.

"Thank you Y/N! You must have known lemonade is my favorite," She takes it from you, beaming and turning to Azriel. He nods in agreement, sipping from his drink.

"Lucky guess." You say, grinding your teeth in a tight smile as you set down the empty tray on the grass. She giggles and continues conversing with Azriel, and you decide to not even try to engage this time.

You stalk over to the towel Mor is currently lounging on, her sunglasses set high on her nose. Your body creates a shadow, and she sits up grumbling.

"Ugh, Y/N, I'm trying to get a tan!" Her eyes finally adjust, seeing that you're stripping off your clothes, only a small emerald green bikini underneath. Her mouth pops open and she gasps, loud enough for everyone to hear. You're kicking off your shoes when she takes her glasses off and gapes at you.

"Girl, I'd let you stand over me any day -- you look good as fuck!" She squeals. You roll your eyes, her loud appraisal catching attention as she continues to compliment you.

"Seriously! Feyre, have you seen Y/N's suit? She is looking like fine wine-" She looks you up and down, and you notice behind her, Feyre has jogged over to where her friend Lucien has just arrived. Feyre turns her attention to you over Morrigan's whooping and hollering, giving you a thumbs up

"Looks good! I told you it would!" She shouts. She turns back to her Autumn court friend, but his eyes are drinking you in as though you are the wine itself. You steal a glance at Azriel, and boy are you glad you did -- he is pissed. He is glaring at Lucien as Elain babbles on, absentmindedly. She doesn't even realize he isn't listening to her anymore. You bend down, coming face to face with your bubbly blonde friend.

"Swim with me?" You say. She scoffs, tossing her sunglasses down and rising. You both walk to the bank of the Sidra, its gleaming water only inviting you in further.

"You know I'd never deny you, but I did want to lay out-" She is cut off by a strangled scream as Cassian yanks her in by the waist, her head reappearing moments later. Breathless, she pants.

"Cassian! Are you kidding?" Him and Rhysand only laugh, you shaking your head and chuckling along with them. You slowly enter the warm water, basking in the last few warm days the year has to offer. Mor wades past you, and makes to get out of the stream.

"Aww what! Where you goin'?" You whine pathetically. She runs her fingers through her soaked locks, huffing.

"I. Am not. Swimming. With those knuckleheads. Any longer." She stomps back over to her towel, and you stick your bottom lip out in feigned sadness.

"Aww, come on, Mor! You're already wet, just get back in and swim for a while!" You say. It isn't long before a splash to your left flings water near you, and you look around for a few moments before something grabs your ankles and drags you under. You come up a few moments later, Azriel resurfacing in front of you and laughing at your drenched complexion.

"I'll play." He says lowly. You shove his shoulder, and Mor waves a hand from her blanket, sunglasses already back on her face.

"Yes, yeah. Let Az play with you."

It isn't long before you're splashing around with your friends, everyone swimming besides Morrigan and Elain. Even Lucien has joined in, the water twirling his fiery locks over his shoulders. Maybe in another life, you'd fall in love with him.

But you're living this one, and you're still in love with your best friend.

"Hey, uhh," Azriel swims close to you, the sunset on the horizon illuminating his tanned skin. You can feel his hands creating water riplets around you to stay afloat, and you gaze at him. "Can we, like, swim over there? Maybe?" He asks, jerking his head toward the rocky alcove a few hundred feet away. Your eyes widen as you try not to think too hard about why he'd want you in there with him instead of his girlfriend; so you glance over to where everyone else is drying off and gathering their items. Elain is staring a hole into the side of your head.

"Sure," you say, timidly. Azriel grabs your hand under the water, his scarred fingers threading through yours with ease. You suck in a breath, and Azriel throws a smile towards Elain.

"We'll be in soon!" He shouts, and she returns the smile, almost a little smugly. She helps her sister collect the items from the grass, and Azriel stars swimming away, pulling you with him.

"Why did we need to come over here?" You ask, out of breath when he finally stops swimming behind a large rock. You can't see your friends anymore. You glance around nervously.

"Well, I had something I needed to talk to you about." He says. "Privately," he adds. Your cheeks heat. Its finally here, the moment has finally come.

"Oh, um. Okay. I think I have something I talk to you about too." You say. His eyebrows raise, and he smiles kindly at you.

"Oh! Alright. Well, why don't you go first then." He offers.

"I don't really... know... how to explain it." You fumble. The breeze blows over the water, pulling you away a bit. Azriel reaches for you, probably to hold you close but his hand grips onto your waist. He pulls a little too hard, and you're flush against his chest. His intense hazel eyes bore into yours, tiny water droplets dripping from the end of his onyx curls. Its silent for a moment, the mixed heavy breathing the only sound other than the nature around you. You gaze up at him, his eyes trailing down from your eyes... to your lips... then down to where your heaving chest rises and falls beneath the water's surface. Your eyes can't escape his full lips, and you snake your hands around his neck, pulling him in so impossibly close and close the gap.

Finally, after all these years, you get to taste those delicious lips on yours. You kiss him, softly, and when he pulls back, he looks at you with sorrow.

"Y/N... I..."

"I don't mind, Azriel. You know I love you; I want this. I would choose this. I choose you and me." Silver lines his eyes and you don't think you've ever seen him get so emotional. You pull him to you once more, kissing with more hunger this time, and he doesn't stop you. His hand scoops under your ass, squeezing and holding you tight, the other one flat against the side of your neck. His thumb brushes along your cheekbone as your fingers curl into his wet locks, when suddenly he rips away from you. He lets go as if he was a bug caught in a zapper, flinging himself away from you like you had electrocuted him. You instantly feel colder without his touch.

"W-what's wrong?" You ask, timidly. He runs a hand through his hair, and rubs his eyes with his palms, sighing.

"What is it, Azriel?" You ask, moving closer. He puts a hand out to stop you, and you begin to feel regret. No, not regret. Fear.

"Don't, Y/N." He says. You eyes close, near slits as you try and keep the sob rising in your throat at bay. He's never taken that tone with you before.

"Don't what? Be honest with you? Azriel, I love you, and-"

"I have a mate, Y/N." He cuts you off. You feel like you've been stabbed in the gut, thrown off a cliff; what was he talking about?

"W-what?" You ask. That sob is barely at bay, tears stinging your eyes as you try to keep from crying. He moves his hands to look at you, and immediately sighs and looks down at the water, hating to do this.

"Yeah... uh, Elain and I-"

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." You huff a humorless laugh and a single tear slips free. You don't bother brushing it away; you just cross your arms instead. He narrows his eyes at you.

"What is your problem with her?" He asks. The sinking feeling in your chest only intensifies as he defends her. You begin to feel angry, angry your best friend, who you'd die for, would defend another dumb girl who didn't know him like you did. Not even in the slightest.

"What is the problem with me?" You ask. He shoots you a confused look, and you continue. "Am I not quite good enough for you? Is that it? I'm not an Archeron, I'm not High Fae; I'm not officially in the Inner Circle? I don't-" You breathe, gasping for air as tears run down your cheeks now. "I don't look like her? I get it Azriel. I fucking got it. Loud and clear-"

"Shhh, shh shh. Heyy," he swims close, offerring you his hand. You want more than anything to fall into his chest and cry, just cry it all out; but you don't. You won't. He doesn't want you. He never did.

"You know none of that is true-"

"Don't bother." You say sharply. He sighs, dropping his hands in the water.

"Y/N, look I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, okay? You know how important mating bonds are; I just wanted to make sure it was real, and it would work and Feyre would be okay with it-"

"You... you already told. Feyre?" You seethe. His eyes widen, realizing maybe he shouldn't have revealed that information.

"I, uh... yeah. I did. And once she knew, it kind of got out and everyone knew," he mumbles. You clench your hands into fists.

Your favorite cake.

Elain's smug smile.

"Let Az play with you," Mor had said.

They all knew. No one told you. Not even your best friend. They knew you'd be hurt and not a single one of them told you. A small cry reverberates in your chest and you turn away from Azriel.

"Please don't be mad at me, Y/N. You know you're my best friend, you know I'd do anyth-"

"Save it." You say, wading toward the water's edge. "We're done here."

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You hadn't seen him since he accepted his bond with Elain six months ago; you couldn't even bring yourself to sit through the entire ceremony they hosted. It was all too much.

That was the first crushing blow. But then, to find out that not only had he accepted the bond and been happy about it, but now you were bonded to someone you didn't want either?

What a joke. The mating bond was a joke -- it had to be. All these years of believing that bonds were so special... it was all bullshit.

As you sit near the bank, you hear footsteps approaching behind you. You didn't quite care who it was; after all, you were so deep in loathing that you had grown distant from all of your friends over the past few months. It didn't help that the last words you'd hurled at them were unkind, but... maybe it's what they needed to hear. They did keep a huge thing from you, and you haven't even begun to figure out how to move on yet.

Moving on from Azriel sounded like it would be the end for you. You didn't know how you'd ever do it -- it was always him. There never was anyone else for you. You only wanted him.

And now he was honeymooning with his mate. Fucking her. Loving her. Allowing her to know him on a level only you'd ever been on.

Tears are streaming down your cheeks when a whisper pulls you from your thoughts.

"Y/N?"

You turn slowly, the last person you'd expected to see standing behind you. His hair was windblown, his skin tan from the Summer court sun. He had a few light freckles dusting his nose.

Upon seeing your upset state, he slowly approached you, and sat down beside you. Staring out at the water, you continued to let the tears fall, chin resting on your bent knees. His gaze was hot as he stared at you, taking you in fully.

"Y/N... this isn't okay... you're-" his voice cracks. "You're not okay." He whispers the last part, and your eyes meet his. Tears stream down his cheeks, dripping onto the cream colored button-down he's sporting. Typical Summer court fashion, but you should expect that as he did just spend time there.

He grabs onto your shoulders, pulling you to his chest. You have no choice but to sink in, open sobs emitting from your broken hearted chest. He breaths deeply, resting his chin atop your head. A drop of water lands on your shoulder, a tear. It's from him.

He holds you for a few minutes, allowing you to release all your emotions. He sighs, the sun dipping low alolng the horizon. You finally pull back and look at him. Nothing was going to change about your situation.

Your eyes caught on the black letters still imprinting his arm, fresh tears brimming your eyes.

"I hate seeing you like this," he says, sniffing. "You're my best friend Y/N. You always find the good in every situation, in everyone... that's why everyone loves you so much. You saw the good in me when no one else did." He says, rubbing your shoulder. You train your eyes on the grass below.

"I hate this too. But I love you," you say, not looking to meet his eyes. "If this is what is making you happy, I love that for you." He takes one of your hands in his.

"Y/N, it's just... Gods, this is a mess." He says. You let out a humorless laugh.

"Yeah. Even more of a mess now that I have a mate too." His eyes widen, and you look up just in time to see something swimming in those hazel orbs.

"Oh." He says. He drops your hand, but you reach over and place yours on top of where his now rests in his lap.

"The difference is, I would still choose you and me." You say, and he wipes a tear from your cheek. "I would always choose you and me. Because you're my best friend Azriel; and I love you. I don't know how to stop." You say. You lean back, resting your head in the grass as he gets comfortable laying beside you. His fingertips graze over the spot where he'd written on you -- marked you -- years back, reiterating the sentiment he'd etched there.

"And you're mine, too."

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Part 2

[catiuskaa]

putting to good use

a short sub!jisung smut because he has been going crazy this comeback and I know it for a fact.

posting bc i have 33 drafts and its making me and tumblr a bit crazy lol

MY MAN NEEDS TO CHILL BECAUSE WOW MAN I CAN HANDLE UP TO A POINT

WC: 0.9k

you had always been Jisung’s utmost supporter, his number 1 fan, and with the last comeback, who could blame his partner for wanting to reward all his hard effort?

“Jagi, i’m home!” He greeted, the smile on his face rolling off on his cheeky tone of voice. Jisung giggled softly at the loud hum you let out as a greeting.

He left his coat on the entrance and then walked to the small office/studio you had both created in the apartment so you two could work from home, soundproof panels adding to the vibe and making it clear that there was an artist among you two.

“Oh, hi baby, how was your day? Aww, it was good, jagi, thanks for asking!” He mocked, resting his shoulder on the doorframe.

You stared at him from above the computer screen, your hand fidgeting with your lips, then just nibbling on them, quickly eyeing back to the device.

Han’s eyebrows shot up. He chewed on his lip, wondering if maybe he had done something to annoy you?

What would normally happen was that you'd smile at him, take your headphones off, and hug him tightly. Not just acknowledge his presence with a hum and a nod, your eyes glued to your computer.

Lost in thought, he went over to the kitchen and took a pack of instant noodles for himself. But he hadn´t finished setting up the pot to heat up the water when your arms slithered their way to his waist, turning him and caging him against the countertop, bodies tight against one another.

"J-Jagi?" He stuttered, flustered from head to toe.

"Thought I wouldn't do anything about it, huh?" Your sly snicker sent chills all over his body, and he gasped when your hips pushed him further against the counter. "You, looking hot, and sweaty, and all bothered on stage..."

Each aspect numbered had been accompanied by a gentle thrust of your hips, and Jisung couldn't —wouldn't— dare to hide the little whimpers that came out of his mouth. You smirked, pressing soft kisses on the corner of his mouth.

"And, that silly little video... taking your jacket off your shoulders... and sticking your tongue out, breathless?" Whispers followed the trail of open-mouthed kisses from his jaw to his shoulders, leaving lipstick stains on the way, and Han's legs wobbled in place, still trying to process what was happening.

He panted when you moved away slightly, almost failing to hold his weight on the counter behind him, feeling the cold marble pressed on his lower back, in contrast to how hot you had made him feel in the blink of an eye.

"I- I just..." he muttered, trying to get back his mind, which turned blank at your movements but was quickly silenced when you bit his lip.

You had never done anything like this. Yes, you liked to talk in bed sometimes, but never so dominating, never making him feel like he was yours to touch, and yours only.

He needed more. Now.

"Oh, baby." You cooed at him. He was seeing stars already, his body reacting to your touch and your whispers in a way he had never felt before. "If you stick your tongue out, you might as well be prepared to use it."

The kiss that followed was messy, like a flame that burned its way down his body, a mix of teeth and tongue that made him crazy. You then cradled his face in your hands and pressed his lips against yours, pulling him tightly against you. His mouth was fierce and eager, kissing you deeply, as if it were the only thing that mattered in the world. He didn't want to stop, so he kept pushing you against him, his fingers tangled in your hair as he held you close, his other hand weakly helping his body stay in place.

"I'm going to put that little mouth of yours to good use. Would you like that, baby?"

He was blushing furiously when you nibbled on his ear, waiting for him to reply, but you laughed when he nodded eagerly.

"Speak, baby. If we're going to do this, I need you to say what you want."

He panted, arousal flooding his body, his mind only able to focus on your body and your voice.

"F-Fuck, darling, please–"

You moved away from him, and he almost fell to the floor, breathing heavily.

You softly took his cheek in your hand, his skin hot and red.

"Such a good boy."

He couldn't help but groan now as he felt the anticipation build up inside him. He felt he was going to wake up at any moment because whatever was going on right now felt like a motherfucking dream.

Jisung let out a flustered sigh when you pushed him to the couch, your thigh spreading his legs open just enough to make him suddenly crave more.

"Be a good boy and don't move now, yeah?"

You felt his body tensing underneath your touch when you bent over, your hands resting on his thighs.

"Are you getting shy, baby?" You whispered tenderly at him, your tone completely different from before. He blushed deeply, not able to look at you when he nodded.

You raised your body and kissed him softly, a loving gesture that made Jisung feel butterflies not only on his belly, but all over his body.

“You are absolutely and undeniably beautiful, and you have no reason to worry about how you look or sound right now. Just enjoy it, baby.”

He cradled your face and kissed you tenderly.

You smiled. "Sit back and relax. I'll have my fun now."

~Kats, who had to stop because she got blocked and started laughing and giggling.

[bteezxyewriter12]

Jolene

Pairing- Yeosang x Named Reader

Word count- 8k

Includes- ⭐based on the song Jolene by Dolly Parton

Lots of angst, blow job, deep throating, cock riding, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxminnie @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa

@yeosxxx @seokwoosmole @jjongsbebe @wisejudgedragonhairdo @meowmeowminnie @woo-stars @borntowalkaway @usagionthered @san-realblkwife @seonghwasstar @jejeyeppeo @soulseobi05 @kpop-bambi @prayerofthehaim @realisticnotes @pinkies-things @insomniacatiny @stephy-nicole13

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J POV

"Jolene", Yeosang murmurs in his sleep as he flips to his other side, my heart breaking, "You're so.....so pretty"

I wipe the tears from my eyes hastily, trying not to cry more as I sit up in bed, looking at him

But I fail

This is the fourth night in a row that Yeosang has dreamed about Jolene

He's dreamed about her before but not this many nights in a row

She's a new makeup artist that was hired two months ago

She's gorgeous with fiery auburn hair, perfect ivory skin and emerald green eyes

Tall but still shorter than Yeosang, model body

She's Irish and has a cute Irish accent as well as a dimple on each cheek when she smiles

And she's constantly smiling at Yeosang

I'm Yeosang's stylist so I'm always there when she's around him

I see her constantly flirting with him

And sometimes I catch him flirting back

I don't know if he's doing it purposely or absentmindedly and I'm too chicken shit to ask him

There's no way I could compare to her

I'm just normal- short, long dark brown hair, boring brown eyes, no dimples

My skin isn't as clear or smooth as hers

I'm Italian but I don't have a cute Italian accent

I have the rude, loud New York accent from where I grew up

I know most guys would choose her over me

I just hope Yeosang doesn't

I love him so much

We've been together for two and a half years, when he went after me after I was hired

He's just so sweet, loving, hot and adorable

He's perfect

And she has her eyes set on him

I'm trying to not be jealous but it's hard when he's talking about her in his sleep

I'm so scared I'm losing him and I don't know what to do

"Mmm Jolene. Green...eyes", he murmurs, "No...don't..So...pre...want....you"

Tears break over my waterline and I let out a sob I didn't mean to

Yeosang stirs while I clamp my hand over my mouth

I don't want him to wake up and see me crying again

I don't want to talk about it

"Kiss me", he mutters, "Want...kiss..you"

I keep my mouth closed but I can't help the tears, my body trembling as I cry

Yeosang's eyes open and he groggily moves his gaze to me

His eyes snap awake and he sits up immediately, moving hair from my face, "Jagi what's wrong?"

I just shake my head

I can't tell him

"Baby, what happened? Why are you crying?", he asks, pulling me immediately in his arms, holding me tightly

Which just makes me cry more

"Jagi, please baby. You're scaring me"

"Nnn...nightmare", I stammer, telling him the same thing I've told him for four nights

"The same one jagi?", he asks, running his fingers in my hair

I just nod

"I'm sorry baby. Can you tell me about the nightmare?", he asks

I shake my head

He asks the same thing every night and every night I stay quiet

He normally lets it go but I have a feeling he's not going to tonight

"Please baby?", he asks, confirming my suspicions, "You never had nightmares before and now you're having them every night. Maybe if you talk about it, it'll go away"

I wish that were true but it's not

"Please tell me jagi"

"You ..you're just gone", I whisper, telling him some semblance of my fears, "I don't know where you are but you're not there. I lost you"

He holds me tighter, pressing a kiss to my hair, "That's not going to happen baby. You'll never lose me jagi. I love you too much to be without you"

I cry harder at his words wanting so much to believe him

But how can I when he's dreaming of another girl?

When he flirts with another girl?

It's a constant battle in my head and it's so draining

"It's ok baby. I'm here ok", he says soothingly, "I'll always be here. I love you so much"

"I love you Yeosang", I sob

He just holds me, playing with my hair, giving me small kisses until I've calmed down and the crying has stopped

"Want to lay down jagi?", he asks

I nod

I'm exhausted but I'm worried I'm not going to fall asleep

That he will first and I'll have to hear him dream about her again

"I..I don't think I can sleep", I tell him

He smiles softly, "It's ok baby. I'll stay up with you. I won't fall asleep until after you do ok?"

"Ok", I whisper

He presses a soft kiss to my lips that I give back, then he pulls me with him as he lays down

His arm wraps around me, cuddling into me as I lay my head on his shoulder, his other hand pulling my leg up and over his, getting as close as we can, before wrapping his other arm around my

"I love you Jo", he says gently

"I love you Yeo"

I do

So much

So much so that even thinking about being without him makes me feel like I'm dying

He kisses me again, his hand running in my hair

I close my eyes and try to fall asleep in Yeosang's strong arms

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"You ok baby?", Yeosang asks me, snapping me out of my thoughts

I look up at him, nodding as I fix his shirt for the photo shoot

"Just tired Yeo"

I did end up falling asleep in his arms but it wasn't a restful sleep

"I know baby", he says, tucking my hair behind my ear, "I felt you waking up and moving over and over"

Shit, I fucked up his sleep too

That's not what I wanted

"Sorry I messed up your sleep"

He lifts my face up to his, his eyes on mine, "It's ok baby. I don't care about that. I was worried about you. I thought you kept having nightmares"

I smile softly at his caring words

"No Yeo. Not nightmares. Just restless I guess"

He nods, "Well how about after the shoot we can go to your apartment and I'll cuddle you while we nap?"

"That sounds perfect baby", I smile wider

"It really does", he smiles, leaning down, kissing me

I kiss him back, my arms around his neck, his around my waist, pulling me closer to him

I fall into his kiss, feeling his soft lips move against mine, his tongue playing with mine, his hands on my body, his arms around me

I love him so much

I can't lose him

I can't

"Ahem", I hear near us

We pull away, turning out heads to see Jolene standing there, her arms crossed, looking annoyed

What the hell is her problem?

"Yes?", Yeosang asks, his eyebrow raising

"I know she's you're girlfriend and everything", Jolene starts, "But if you keep kissing her, I'm going to have to keep applying the lip product on you over and over. As it is, it's all over her mouth now"

Yeosang looks back at me, smirking as his thumb slowly slides over my lips

"It's ok", he says, "It'll come off. And you can give me the lip product. I'll put it back on whenever it gets smudged"

I smile at him as she scowls

"Whatever", she says, walking away

He shrugs, leaning down, his lips back against mine

When he's like this, loving, I can believe that he really loves me and she's nothing

I just wish I could believe it all the time, like it used to be

Pushing these thoughts away for now, I fall into his kiss

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Two weeks later

Looking around the set, I don't see Yeosang anywhere

I know he went to get his makeup checked but he should be back by now

I head to the dressing rooms, wondering what's taking so long

Worrying because Jolene isn't here either

He still dreams of Jolene, still calls her name in his sleep

It hurts so much, I can't help but cry and he always wakes up when I'm crying

It's like he knows he's hurting me and wants to make me feel better

Or soothe his guilt

I don't know if he remembers his dreams when he wakes up but he doesn't say anything

He just holds me until I fall asleep again

I don't know how much more I can handle before I have a breakdown

I'm terrified to talk to him about it

I can't....I can't hear him say he doesn't love me anymore

That he wants her

I can't hear that

It'll break me completely

I look in all the dressing rooms but he's not there

I have one more to look in then I'm calling his cell again if he's not there

As I get closer, I hear him laughing

With Jolene

"Let me get this off you so I can redo you lips"

I get to the room, peering in, my heart dropping at what I see

Her leaning over Yeosang, her arms around her neck, her face right in front of his

About to kiss him

I gasp, putting my hand over my mouth, tears bursting from my eyes as I turn and run

I can't watch him kiss her

I can't

I rush into the bathroom, locking it

Leaning against the door, I drop my hand, trying to stay quiet as I cry hysterically

I can't get the image of them out of my head

Did he kiss her?

Would he even tell me?

I don't know

I don't know what to do

Maybe I should talk to Jolene?

Tell her to back off?

Or should I just break up with him so he could be with her?

I don't know if I have the strength to do that

I just don't know what to do

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Yeosang POV

"Let me get this off you so I can redo you lips", Jolene says

Yeah ok

I just want her to finish so I can get to my jagi

This was supposed to be a quick check but she doesn't stop talking, cracking unfunny jokes and I have to pretend to laugh so I don't hurt her feelings

I'm about ready to just take the lip stick and do it myself so I can leave

She leans over me, her arms suddenly moving around my neck

What the fuck?

She leans her face close me, like she's gonna kiss me

I hear a small gasp and I try to turn my head but Jolene's arms lock my head in place

She tries to kiss me but I pull my head back and she misses

"What the fuck are you doing?", I snap, moving my hands and ripping her arms off me

I stand up so fast and she backs away

"What are you doing?", I demand

She gives me a smile, like that's supposed to make everything better

"Giving you a kiss"

"Are you fucking insane? I have a girlfriend!", I shout, so angry

What does she think?

I'd cheat on Joanne?

Never

I'd never hurt her

"I'm sorry Yeosang. I wasn't thinking. I just...I really like you"

She can like me all she wants

I don't care

She needs to back off

"It was a mistake. It won't happen again. I'm sorry"

"Make sure it doesn't happen again", I growl, glaring at her, "I love Joanne. I'll never hurt her. So back off"

She nods, apologizing again

"Give me the lipstick. I'll do it myself", I snap

Or I'll get another makeup artist to do it

She holds out the tube and I snatch it away, putting it in my pocket as I turn and leave the dressing room

She has to be fucking kidding, trying to kiss me like that

What the fuck?

Walking back onto the set, I look for my jagi but she's not here

"Hey Woo", I call, going over to him, "Where's Jo?"

His eyebrow raises, "She was looking for you. She didn't find you?"

Suddenly I remember the gasp I heard when Jolene tried to kiss me

Oh shit

Did she see?

Did she think I?

Oh god, no

I immediately run back to the building, calling her name

"Joanne!"

I check the closest dressing room

Empty

"Jagi! Where are you?"

I check a few more rooms, panicking

"Joanne!"

A door a few feet down the hall opens with her walking out of it

The bathroom

She was in the bathroom

"Jagi!", I call, getting to her

"Oh hi Yeo", she says, avoiding eye contact

"I was looking for you jagi"

"Oh? I was....bathroom", she shrugs

"Jagi, look at me", I say softly, lifting her face up

Her eyes are red, like she was crying

"You're eyes baby", I say softly

"Rubbing them", she says immediately, "I got something in my eyes, dust or something and it hurt. I rubbed it hard but I couldn't get it out. Then I used water to get it out"

I know she's lying

She's not the kind of girl to get into a confrontation or argument

She wouldn't confront me about what she saw

"Jo, I..did you see-"

"I didn't see anything", she says, forcing a smile

Ok, now I know she saw

But I'm not gonna call her out on her excuses and embarrass her

I wouldn't do that

So instead I tell her

"Look jagi, I wanted to tell you something ok?"

Fear enters her eyes as she nods

Fear that doesn't need to be there

"Jolene, she was going to fix my makeup", I start, "And I don't know what the hell she was doing but she put her arms around my neck and tried to kiss me"

Tears well up in her eyes as she tries to fight them back

"Oh? Did...uh....did you kiss her?"

"What? No!", I exclaim, shocked she'd think I'd do that, "No Joanne. Never. I'd never do that baby. I moved my head away and told her to fuck off"

She just nods, looking like she doesn't believe me

"Joanne, I swear, I didn't kiss her", I tell her, looking in her eyes, "I wouldn't kiss anyone but you. I would never hurt you jagi. You're my one and only. I love you"

"I love you too Yeo", she says

"Do..do you believe me?", I ask

She nods, "Yea Yeo. I know you love me"

"And you know I'd never hurt you?"

She nods again, "I know Yeo"

I nod, pulling her into my arms, hugging her tightly

Her arms move around me, holding on tightly too

I hope she's not just trying to placate me

I want her to know she's my only one, she's my everything

I get this might have shaken her up and I'll do everything I can to show her she's my one and only

Always

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Shaking next to me wakes me up

I groggily open my eyes, soft sobs reaching my ears

I'm immediately alert, lifting my head and looking over at her next to me

Her back is to me but I see her arm moving by her face

She's crying again

Another nightmare

"Jagi", I call softly, moving closer to her

"I...I'm ok Yeo"

No she's not

"Another one jagi?"

She nods as I move my arms around her, turning her and pulling her against me

I look down at her, tears slowly sliding down her face

I wipe them away, kissing her cheek

"I'm here jagi", I tell her, laying next to her

I move my fingers in her hair, playing with it

She really likes that and it calms her

"Yeosang", she whimpers, her face burying in my neck, her hands buried in my tank top

"It's ok jagi", I whisper, kissing her forehead, "I have you baby. I'm here. I love you"

"I love you", she whispers

I hold her tightly, keeping her against me, my free hand still playing with her hair

"My baby", I whisper softly, "My jagi. My Jo. I love you. So much"

"Love you", she murmurs sleepily

A few minutes later, her breathing evens out and I know she's asleep again

Hopefully she'll sleep for the rest of the night

I'm worried

This has been happening more and more often lately

She's having nightmares every night and I don't know why

Everything is fine when we go to sleep but then I wake up to her crying

Maybe she should go to a doctor or something

Just to be sure everything is ok, health wise

I'll talk to her about it tomorrow

Cuddling into her, I close my eyes, holding the love of my life tightly

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The next day

I'm looking for Joanne again

We just got a break from the shoot and she wasn't on set

I checked the bathroom first this time but she wasn't there

Maybe she went to a dressing room to nap

She was exhausted when we got up today

I don't blame her

Her sleep is broken when she wakes up and even though she goes back to sleep, it's disruptive

I check one dressing room but no, she's not there either

I start turning the corner in the hall when I stop, seeing her and Jolene standing in the hall

Her back is to me but Jolene can see me if she looks and I immediately move back behind the corner

"What do you want?", Jolene asks, annoyed

"I need to talk to you", Joanne says, "About Yeosang"

Me?

Is she...confronting Jolene about the almost kiss?

"I know you like Yeosang", she tells Jolene, "But please, don't take him from me"

What?

Is she really worried about that?

Peering around the corner, I see Jolene just smirking at my jagi

And anger fills me

How can she stand there smirking in front of someone who's hurting?

"I....I can't compete with you", Joanne says, "I'm not as beautiful as you, I'm not anything compared to you. And I know Yeosang would choose you over me"

No I definitely wouldn't

I don't understand why she's feeling like this

I haven't done anything to give the impression that I want Jolene

Yes Jolene is pretty but I've seen hundreds of pretty girls and they don't compare to Joanne

Joanne's unbelievably beautiful, stunning

She is the only one I want

The only one I love

I told her that yesterday when I told her about Jolene trying to kiss me

"And how do you know that?", Jolene asks

"Because....", she says, hanging her head, "Because he dreams about you. He talks about you in his sleep. About how he wants you, how pretty you are, asks you to kiss him, talking about your eyes. And he always says your name"

Oh my god, I do that?

When?

How?

And suddenly I'm bombarded with images of waking up to her crying

She never had nightmares

She heard me talk about another girl while I was sleeping

She heard me call another girl's name

I understand why she's upset, I would be too but she doesn't know what the dreams are about

She's in them too

And when I say "pretty" or "kiss me" and "want you" I'm talking to her in my dream

Not Jolene

In the dream I'm telling Jolene to leave me alone and it's Joanne I'm telling she's pretty, that I want and to kiss me

Not Jolene

I think subconsciously I knew that Jolene had a thing for me

Since she never said anything before yesterday, I couldn't tell her to back off, that'd I'd never be with her

Maybe the dreams were a way of me telling her and getting those words I wanted to say out

But whatever the reason, I'd never want anyone but Joanne

She's my perfect girl, my everything, my world, my life

I honestly can't live without her

"I know you can easily take him but please...don't", she asks, "I love him"

Jolene snorts, "If I want Yeosang, I'll take him. You know why?"

Joanne shakes her head

"Because I can"

My mouth drops at how cruel Jolene is being

And I'm fucking fuming

First she tries to kiss me and now this

"But you can have anyone", Joanne says softly, "All the other guys are single. They're sweet and nice too"

"Right. And I could have them if I want", Jolene says, "But I think I'll take Yeosang"

The fuck she will

"Don't", Joanne says softly, and I know from how her voice wavers, she's crying, "Please don't. He's the only one for me. Please. He's my happiness. Don't take away my happiness"

"I'll do whatever the fuck I want to do", Jolene snarls, "And you are fucking pathetic for wanting someone who doesn't want you. For wanting to cling on to someone who'd rather be with me"

"I know", Joanne whispers, breaking my heart

She's not pathetic for being afraid that the person she loves is going to leave her

Anyone would feel that way

Even Jolene

Joanne just doesn't know that she doesn't have to worry about that

But I'll make sure she knows I'm hers and hers only

"You need to fuck off and don't come to me again about this", Jolene snaps, "I don't care about you or your feelings. And you can be sure that I will now definitely take Yeosang from you. Because I can"

What an evil bitch

I hear footsteps coming towards me and quickly move into the room that's next to me

Which happens to be a janitors closet

I wait until the footsteps fade to come out

I need to find Joanne

Talk to her, tell her that nothing she's scared of will ever come true

Then I need to confront Jolene and tell her to fuck off

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"Jagi, where are you?", I text

I can't find her

She wasn't in the hallway when I came out of the janitors closet

I looked in this entire building and on the set but she's nowhere to be found

I asked the guys and the staff if they've seen her and they haven't

My only conclusion is that she left

"I went home Yeo. I'm not feeling too good. Stomach pain and nausea. I'll be ok though, just need some rest. Kira will help you with your clothes if you need it. I'll see you tomorrow"

Tomorrow?

No not tomorrow

I'm going over there right after the shoot

Explain everything and make sure she knows how much I love her

But right now I have something else I have to do

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Walking into the dressing room, I make a beeline for Jolene

"Oh hi Yeo", she smiles as I get closer to her

I'm so fucking angry but I know I can't yell at her

I have to be calm

"You need to leave me alone", I growl the second I get to her

Her eyes widen in shock, "What do you mean?"

"I heard the conversation you had with Joanne. The threats you made to her. How you told her you're going to take me from her because you can. And I'm telling you that's never fucking happening"

"I-", she starts

"I love her", I cut her off, "More than anything in this world. I would never hurt her, never cheat on her, never leave her. She's the only one for me. I told you that yesterday"

Jolene's eyes narrow, "And yet, you dream of me"

"Wrong", I snap, "She's in the dreams too. And it's her I'm talking to when I call her pretty, when I say I want her and ask to be kissed. Not you. In the dreams I'm telling you to fuck off"

Her mouth drops slightly, "No... no you're not"

"Yes I am. I'm going to be abundantly clear. I do not want you", I say clearly, "I love Joanne with all my heart. She has all of me, forever. She's my perfect everything and she's the most beautiful girl in this universe. You do not compare to her in the slightest"

I can't stand the disbelief in her face

Like she can't imagine someone else being chosen over her

I don't know what kind of loser men she's used to who'll leave their girlfriends for her but that's not me

That will never be me

"You are going to stay away from me. You are not going to talk to me again. Don't even look in my direction. Understand?"

She nods

"You will never take me away from her", I snarl, "Because you can't"

Her eyes widen but I don't care

She can fuck right off

Turning from her, I head to the set to finish this photo shoot, then go to my baby and make sure she knows she's my one and only

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J POV

I head to my door to answer it, hoping it's the food I ordered

I'm not in any mood to cook or even heat up something

I'm not that hungry but I haven't eaten in hours and I need to eat something or I'll pass out

It's a bad habit I have, not eating to the point of passing out

I just get so absorbed in what I'm doing I forget and it doesn't help that I don't eat much to begin with

Yeosang always made sure I ate regularly

And when he wasn't with me, he pleaded with me to remember to eat and calling me to remind me

Remembering Yeosang hurts

I just couldn't stay after that conversation with Jolene

I couldn't watch her flirt and take Yeosang from me

And I knew she'd try harder after that conversation because I pissed her off

After speaking with her I accepted I was going to lose him to her but that doesn't mean I have to watch it happen

I left, came home, cried for awhile, fell asleep, woke up, cried more in the shower, then just fell into numbness

I have the TV on but I can't concentrate on it

I ordered food then spent the next half an hour waiting for it and wondering what the fuck I'm gonna do for the rest of the night

I took a nap so I'm never going to sleep tonight

I have all the time in the world to think about Yeosang

Great

My life is such a joy

Unlocking my door, I open it completely not expecting Yeosang to be standing there

I told him I was going to rest and see him tomorrow

He never answered me back so I just assumed he....I don't know, didn't care or got caught up in Jolene

"Uh hi", I say awkwardly

He just looks at me, stepping inside my apartment

As he closes the door, I wonder if this is it

If he's going to end things

If he is, I'm not going to cry

Jolene was right about one thing

I am pathetic for wanting someone who doesn't want me

So I refuse to cry

Not in front of h-

All thoughts empty my head when I feel his soft lips on mine, kissing me, his arms around me and holding me desperately to him

My arms go around his neck on their own, kissing him back

The kiss goes on, neither of us pulling away

In fact we just move closer until there's no space between us, both of us clinging onto each other

I kiss him with everything in me, trying to tell him how much I love him and hope he understands

Reluctantly, we pull away after a few minutes and I avoid his eyes

I can't stand to think this is a goodbye kiss and seeing that in his beautiful brown eyes

I can't

"Jo", he whispers, tilting my face up to him, my eyes meeting his

And I see nothing but love in them

"I love you so much"

I can't help the tears that well in my eyes

"I love you more than anything in this world jagi", he says softly, wiping the tears that break through, "You're my everything baby. No one compares to you"

I don't know what to say or why he's saying these things that I didn't know I desperately needed to hear

He takes my hand and leads me to the couch

He sits and pulls me in his lap, holding me tightly

"I heard baby", he says softly, "I heard you talking with Jolene"

Panic enters my body

Oh my god

He heard...god he must think I'm so pathetic...so jealous...such a loser

"Everything you said wasn't true baby", he continues, "She's not more beautiful than you. I would never choose her over you. She can't compete with you jagi, because you'd win every time"

Why is he saying this?

Because now he knows I know he dreams of her and he feels bad?

"You...you're just saying that because you feel guilty"

He shakes his head adamantly

"Jagi, when I first saw you", he says softly, "I...I just don't know what hit me. I just...I couldn't believe someone as stunning as you existed"

He has got to be joking

He's the stunning one, he's the idol

He's the sexy, hot, cute, adorable, beautiful, gorgeous and more words I can't even think, one

Not me

"I just...I saw you, I was blown away and I had to know you. And once I did I fell hard in love", he tells me, "I can't live without you Joanne. You're my light, my life, my everything. No one can ever take me away from you. You have me forever jagi, I swear"

I want to believe him so badly but he still dreams of her

Still talks about her in his sleep

"You dream-", I start but stop when he shakes his head

He can't deny that, I'm right next to him listening to him

"It's not what you think baby", he says and goes on to explain his dreams

I'm in them, it's me he's talking about, talking to

It's her he's telling to go away

"I'm sorry about what you heard jagi. I understand why you thought what you did. I'm sorry I hurt you. I never want you to cry because of me baby. Never"

I look in his eyes and I see sincerity and love in them

He's telling me the truth

"I told her to fuck off jagi", he continues, "I told her I don't want her, I'd never want her. I told her she doesn't compare to you. I told her she'd never have me, that I love you with all my heart. That you're my one and only. Then I told her to never speak to me again or even look at me"

"You...you did that?", I asked, shocked

"Of course jagi", he says, "No one hurts you without dealing with me. No man, women or child. Men get their ass kicked. Women get an earful and kids get a stern talking to. But no one hurts you. No one"

I smile softly, looking at my beautiful, protective boyfriend

"I love you Yeosang", I tell him, softly stroking his cheek, "You're my everything baby. Always"

He nods, leaning his forehead against mine, "Always"

Then his lips are on mine in a fiery kiss and I know I have my Yeosang forever

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Yeosang POV

Holding her against me, I kiss her deeply, feeling her body against mine

I want to, need to, show her that's she's my everything

Breaking the kiss, I stand up with her, carrying her to her room

Once there, I sit on her bed, keeping her in my lap

Her hand softly touches my face as she looks in my eyes

"My baby", I whisper, "My beautiful jagi"

"My Yeosang", she whispers back, happiness running in my body

The first time she called me hers, I was ecstatic

"I am Jo. Yours. Always yours", I assure her

"I'm yours Yeo. Always", she whispers

Smiling, I pull her to me, her soft lips against mine

My hands move down her body slowly, getting to the hem of her shirt then slowly pulling it up

She separates from my lips for the second it takes to get the shirt off, then she's kissing me again, her hands undoing the buttons on my shirt

She opens my shirt, pushing it off my body, her arms around me, her small hands on my back, feeling so fucking good

She moves her lips off mine, pressing kisses to my jaw and dragging them down my neck, right into the spot she knows drives me crazy

"Jagi", I moan, loving the way her lips feel on my skin

"Yeo", she murmurs, "My Yeo"

I am hers

I will always be hers

No one could ever take me from her

No one

She's my everything and I'll do anything for her

Anything

As she gives me kiss after kiss on my neck, she gently pushes me down on the bed

Her hands runs down the sides of my body, lighting every nerve on fire

She undoes my belt and jeans, climbing off me to pull them off

Hovering over me, I watch her press a kiss to my chest, her lips feeling so fucking good

Her lips trail kisses down my body to my stomach, her tongue licking my skin before kissing me

"Baby", I whimper, "Feels so good"

She looks up at me, smirking as she goes lower, her fingers moving into the waistband of my boxers, pulling them down

Her tongue is immediately licking my length as soon as its out of the boxers, the feel of her soft wet tongue out of this world

She licks under my head, her tongue slowly swirling around, then licking my slit

"So yummy Yeo", she murmurs, her hand wrapping around my dick, jerking me up and down

"Mm baby", I whine, "Please"

As soon as I finish speaking, her mouth is around my head sucking softly, throwing my entire being into bliss

I love being in her warm wet mouth and she knows exactly how to give an amazing blow job

Her mouth increases its speed, sucking harder and faster until she's slurping on my head, her hand still moving on my length not in her mouth

I just watch her go at it in pleasure

"Mmmm baby", she murmurs, "Such a big cock"

She moves down more, sucking once then moving off again

"So hard for me"

I nod, whimpering as she takes me back in, deeper than before, sucking a few times before leaving again

"Making it so easy for me to deep throat you"

"Yes baby", I cry, "Please baby, do it. Wanna be in your throat"

God, I want it so bad

You'd think I was hard up but we have sex every single day

I just can't get enough of her

She smirks again, her mouth around me and I watch her slowly slide down my cock, her hand moving as she buries my entire length in her throat

She sucks immediately, throwing me into massive bliss, moans escaping from my mouth

Her hands grip my hips, choking on my cock as she sucks hard, tears pooling in her eyes

"Baby", I moan, my fingers in her hair, body shaking from how good it feels

Changing her movements, she bobs her head up and down, small ones at first, spit all over my dick

As she goes, her bobs get bigger, sliding up to my head then taking my shaft all the way back in her throat

I watch her, the way my cock moving in her mouth, the look on her face like she's just content to sucking on me all night is mesmerizing

And so fucking hot

Her throat is so tight and when she swallows it constricts around my cock, sending pleasure blasting up my spine

Each movement brings me closer, the tears falling from her eyes driving me insane

"Bbb..baby sss..stop", I groan, pulling her off, "I can't ..I want.."

"You want to cum inside me", she says as she sits up

I nod, "So much baby"

Her mouth is so good but I'd rather cum inside her cunt any fucking day

She takes off her pj pants and panties, climbing in my lap, her soaked pussy wetting me everywhere

Moving on my elbows, I watch her hold my cock up, her pussy taking my head in

"Fuck baby", I pant

She sinks down on my cock, her pretty pussy lips petaling open, her hole stretching beautifully

And inside, fuck, her cunt sucks on my cock as I slip in, latching on, throbbing softly, throwing me into absolute heaven

"Yeosang!", she cries, her head leaning back as she wiggles on my length, her hips rocking as she uses my cock to open her pussy up more

She bottoms me out, grinding on me, moaning for me as I do the same for her

"So good Yeo, fuck baby"

"Yeah jagi, fuck you're perfect", I groan, "Ride my dick baby. Please. Wanna see you bounce for me"

She slides up my cock, then drops back down, taking me all in, her pussy clenching around me hard

"Fuck!", I cry as she starts bouncing, leaning on my leg

"Yes Yeo, oh fuck yes. Baby, fuck", she whines, riding my cock perfectly, her tight little pussy splitting apart for me so fucking pleasurably

Her hole strains on my cock, leaving such a big pretty creamy mess that I can't tear my eyes away from

"Like watching baby?", she teases

She knows very well I love watching her cunt fuck my cock

I nod, mesmerized by the way her swollen lips hug my dick, the way her tiny clit pokes through, throbbing so much, her pussy completely coating my cock in her cream

"My pretty pussy", I murmur, "So pretty taking my cock"

"Mmm love taking your cock so deep inside", she moans, bouncing faster, fucking her spot on my head, "My baby's big fat cock wrecks my pussy so good"

I nod, practically drooling as I watch her, "Always wreck your pussy jagi. I'll always wreck your pussy"

"Mmm yeah Yeo"

My eyes move up her body, watching her boobs bounce, her face in utter pleasure

Pleasure I'm giving her

As I rake my eyes down her body, I stop at her stomach

At the sight I love to see whichever way I'm fucking her

The bulge in her stomach appearing and disappearing as she bounces up and down

I move my hand to her stomach, feeling my cock move inside her

Her hand moves over mine, pressing my hand into her skin, smirking down at me

"Baby loves feeling his dick inside me huh?"

I nod, hypnotized by her

By her smirk, by her words, by the pleasure on her face, by her movements

I'm so fucking in love it's insane

"I love feeling your cock inside me too baby", she whispers, her cunt throbbing on me hard

I was so busy watching her, I didn't realize she's that close

Sliding my hand down, I press my fingers into her clit, rubbing quickly as her bounces gets faster

"Yeosang", she moans, her pussy getting even wetter then it already is

"Cum on my cock you love so much jagi", I urge her, "Please, I want to feel it, wanna feel you, wanna see you"

"Yeosang, oh my god", she cries, slamming down on me, her body arching and shaking as she orgasms,

Bliss slams into me as her pussy chokes my cock and covers me in more cream

I watch her hole spasm around my length, the sight turning me on so much more

When she finishes, I pull her down on top of me, holding her against me, thrusting up into her tight pussy

"Yeosang", she cries, burying her face in my neck, pressing kisses against my skin

She tries to move but I move my hands to her ass holding her down on me, whispering, "Let me give it to you baby"

"Mmmm", she whines

"Please baby", I whimper, thrusting into her over and over, impaling her on my dick, her cunt flowing cream like a river, "You did such a good job sucking me off then fucking me jagi. Now I wanna fuck you"

I drive my length into her, making sure I hit her spot with every thrust, her loud moans fueling me to go faster

"I love you", I murmur, getting lost in the pleasure only she can give me, "I need you. I need to feel you against me baby"

"I love you Yeo", she moans, kissing my jaw, her hand holding the other side of my face softly

"I love you", I repeat, increasing my movements, pounding into her, feeling her pussy tighten around me

"Yeosang", she cries, her body shaking on top of me as she cums

My entire lower body gets soaked from her squirting, her pussy holding my cock in a death grip

"Jagi, jagi, Joanne fuck", I yell, slamming up into her, ecstacy tsunaming over me as hold her down on my shaft, shooting my cum inside her

Stars blast in my vision as we both cum, our bodies pressing as close as we can to each other's, the pleasure so goddamn good

As we finish, her body relaxes into me and I move my arms around her, pressing a kiss into her shoulder

She lifts her head, smiling as she runs her fingers in my sweaty hair, pushing it back off my forehead

She gives me a soft sweet kiss, then starts to move off me

"No, stay jagi", I whisper, tightening my arms around her, "I need to feel you against me"

"Still?", she smiles, looking at me lovingly

"Always baby", I tell her

She kisses me again, then lays back on top of me, her head on my shoulder, her face in my neck

Her skin is so soft against mine, so smooth and I need to feel her

I live for feeling her warm skin on mine

"I love feeling you too baby", she murmurs, kissing my neck

"I'm glad", I smile, running my fingers up and down her back, feeling her tremble against me

"Mmm so comfy Yeo", she murmurs, cuddling into me

"Sleepy jagi?", I chuckle

"Mmm yeah"

"You can sleep baby", I tell her

"Mmm but..but I ordered food..I don't know if it came. It could be sitting outside my apartment"

"Hmmm are you hungry?", I tease

"No", she yawns

"Do you wanna get up?", I ask, already knowing that answer

"No", she whines

"Then sleep baby. I have you ok?", I assure her, "If you wake up and you're hungry, I'll get you food ok?"

"Yeah", she agrees

"I love you Jo", I whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead, "Don't forget ok? No matter what, I'll never stop loving you, I'll never chose anyone over you"

"Promise?", she whispers

"I swear jagi", I say, wanting her to know she's my one

"I love you Yeosang. More than anything"

I smile, tilting her face up, kissing her

After, I cuddle her, closing my eyes, so glad she knows how much I love her

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J POV

I wake up on top of Yeosang, his arms tightly wrapped around me, his body warm under me

Lifting my head, I watch my gorgeous boyfriend sleep

For the millionth time, I think of how lucky I am that he's mine

And especially after last night, with him making sure I know he loves me

As I look at him, I realize that we slept the entire night through

I didn't wake up

He didn't call Jolene's name

He slept with me in his arms all night

A smile bursts on my face and I can't help kissing his cheek softly

Just as that moment, his alarm on his phone goes off

"Ugh", he groans, reaching out and grabbing his phone

His eyes open, silencing the phone, tossing it back on the night stand

He yawns, his gaze turning to me

"Hi jagi", he says, a smile forming on his face

"Hi baby", I smile, running my fingers in his hair

His fingers move into my hair, pulling me down for a soft kiss

"Time to get up?", he asks when we pull away

"I guess. Another photo shoot today"

He sighs, "Yeah"

"Baby", I start, wanting to ask about his dreams

I hope he doesn't get mad

"Yeah jagi?"

"We...we slept through the night"

He takes in my words, realization entering his eyes

"Yeah we did", he smiles

"Uh...did you...dream-"

"No. She wasn't in my dreams. My dreams were all of you"

I hesitate, "You're...you're not just saying that-"

"I would never just say that jagi", he assures me, looking in my eyes, "I have never lied to you and I never will. My dreams were only of you"

I smile in relief, so glad

Hopefully this whole dreams including her will stop now

"I love you. Only you. Remember?", he asks

I nod, "I remember. And I love you"

He kisses me again, slowly, gently, full of love

And I just fall into his kiss

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"Ready baby?", I ask, coming back into my room after using the bathroom

After being with each other again, we decided we were going to be late enough, so unfortunately we got up

He's sitting on the bed, starting at something in his hand

"Yeo?", I call

His hand closes as he looks up at me

"You uh ok?", I ask, getting nervous

"Yeah", he stands up

"Are you sure?"

He nods and there's nothing I can say

I don't want to push him, don't want him to get angry but I don't want anything to be wrong

After everything, I can't handle if anything is wrong

"So uh, you ..you wanna go? We're gonna be late"

"Yeah ok", he says

I swallow hard, then turn around, hoping he'll talk when he's ready

"Wait jagi", he says

I close my eyes, taking in a breath and turning around

And proceed to have a heart attack at the sight of Yeosang down on one knee

"Yeo?"

He holds his hand out, opening it, a ring against his palm

I gape, wondering if I'm dreaming

"Joanne, I love you more than anything in this world. You are my one Jo. I knew it from the second I laid eyes on you", he says softly, "I bought this a month ago and was waiting for the right time to ask you. But after yesterday, everything I heard, I stopped at the dorm before coming here and I put this in my pocket. I was going to ask you yesterday but after talking with you and being with you, I forgot. When I was switching my wallet and other stuff out of the pants I was wearing yesterday into these, I found it. And I realize this is the perfect time. Anytime where I'm with you is the perfect time"

I feel tears filling my eyes as love and joy fill my body

"There is no one I want by my side for the rest of my life but you", he says, his soft brown eyes gazing lovingly at me, "Joanne, will you marry me?"

"Yes Yeosang", I smile, "Of course yes"

He smiles, standing up, taking my hand and sliding the ring on my finger

"It's beautiful Yeo", I breathe, the gorgeous but simple band and diamond

I look up at him, smiling so widely, moving my arms around his neck, "I love you Yeo. So much. There's no one I'd rather have by my side for my whole life than you. You're my absolute everything Yeo"

"And you're mine", he whispers, then leans down, his lips against mine

I kiss him, pouring all my love into it and feeling all his love in his kiss

When the kiss ends, he leans his forehead against mine, both of us smiling like idiots

His phone goes off, startling both of us

He pulls it out, rolling his eyes as he silences it

"Hongjoong", he says

"Because we're super late now", I giggle

"But it was worth it right?", he teases

"So worth it", I agree, "Now kiss me again so we can go"

He smiles, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that promises forever

[thebottomfromhell]

I was wondering if you could do some headcanons for the upper moons realizing they’ve fallen for a human! My preference is for a male reader, but you can leave gn, no problem. What do you think is most likely to happen to the human? To die? Get eaten?! Forced to become a demon? All in peace?!

Ok, I will try to stuck as close to canon as I can in this one, since I can sense the direction this is meant to take. I will say now, this post is a reminder of what an Uppermoon is.

I always make reader to be the one making the first move, to be lovable for the Uppermons for them to actually fall in love in a stable state or the ideal state they will be able to handdle this freaks. I will also try to make it a bit funny in what is possible.

Uppermoons reaction of falling in love with Human Male Reader

Warnings: Manga spoilers, Reader's death, Cannibalism, Yandere behavior, Mentioned torture, Non consented body modifications, Coerced body modification (becoming a demon), Implied non-con sexual content, Predatory animalistic behavior, Münchausen syndrome, Vore elements (it's not kinky, but some of theses guys do consume you), Implied child abuse, Every damn of this mf are their own warnings.

Gyutaro (ft Daki):

It takes Gyutaro a while for him to realize what exactly he feels, but the second he has the slightlest idea, he is afraid.

Not of being attracted to a man, of course, 'Is normal for men to lust after other men, ne. Just look at the actors and servants in the threater. Ne. Recently they hide it a lot more, for some reason." 💀

He doesn't like liking a human, of all things. It's scary, a weakness both demons and slayers alike might abuse.

That and the fact that he is very insecure, how could you love him back? He isn't even trying, what is you decide to abuse it too? That is the closest thing he knows he could get to being with you. He is not stupid, or clueless at least, he knows he can't say "no" to the ones he cares about. (Daki, himself and Daki. And now you.)

He starts a hot and could routine, going from avoiding you completely to yeatning and searching your company. He hates it, he starts to resent you for ir. Why must you have this amount of power over him.

He also protects you. Makes sure you are ok. He will most of the time be like a shadow, not getting close or risking you getting too far.

The dynamic becomes unhealthy, obssesive, Daki also starts to resent you for it. And it's visible, she insults you, destroys your things, and even tried to harm you several. Gyutaro is the one to protect you from her.

"I HATE YOU! YOU HAVE RUINED MY ONII-CHAN! HE DESERVES BETTER THAN A PATHETIC HUMAN!"

Unless you make a move on him or reject directly, you can expect this to last until one of you die. The thing is, while is hard not to notice what Gyutaro is doing, you can easily live and get away with this. You have the protection of Uppermoon 6 in exchange of your mere presence. He doesn't force more than that on you.

Gyokko:

Gyokko figures what he wants from you almost instantly, even before fully knowing how he feels exactly.

5 weeks, give or take. That's the most you can realistically get.

He doesn't care you are a man, of course not, if he wants you why would that matter? His taste, what he defines by beauty, is his own law. Men can be beautiful, and humans can be art.

Gyokko is going to be "nice" at first, he will show you his pots, bring you eyes, hands and skin from his victims, try to teach you the right path of art.

You are a man, men can learn art, erudites are artists. You can learn, as hopeless as it seems.

Anger him once- lose a foot in his mouthes. Then the same leg to the knee, then the thigh.... you only have so much to fail. And you will. Gyokko is meant to neither get bored or tired, because as a human you just can't understand the beauty of mutating a human body against it's will, painfully and messy into a new final product. Just a shadow of a the humanity left.

Now, once you have no legs, you have two choices. Die. Or beg. Beg for hin to let you understand, to make something sublime out you.... beg and he will.

You will be awake, he will carefully, almost lovingly, open your chest, take out your heart, maybe take a bite, and he will bleed into the wounds.

Become a demon for him, to him, all his.

Hantengu:

At the slightlest possibility of falling in love with you he cowers away.

Hantengu? Hantengu? Where did he go? What do you mean you haven't seen him in 3 months? >:v

He will come back, he will always come back and grab you. He will scratch you and sob, and sob and sob-

He has never been interested in men before, he had several wives in life, but not men. Men were always scary, strong and big, he was scary once too. He is scary now, but he still feels so scared. He touches your arms, shoulders, legs, all too masculine to be soft and comforting.

He will dissapear and come back to that routine, sometimes you wake up at night with him over you, crying.

Sometimes he is scared of you, sometimes he is scared for you. You can't talk or reason to him. You try, but you are a human. He doesn't have to listen to you. You are beloved, you are food, you are big, you are handsome, you are useless, you are mortal, you are nice, you are-

He can't deal with it. He genuinely tried. He tried and failed. He needs to get rid of you, you are too much. He is so sorry, he sobs, so sorry about this. Over you at night, you were sleeping the second he stabs you chest with a knife. Once, twice, thrice, and more, more, more. And he is so sorry-

S O R R Y

Sekido:

Run....

No, really, run. He realized after a while and he is NOT happy about them. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT?!"

You still have a chance to survive, but you must run. He must calm down and you need to get away from him before that. He will realize it's nobody's fault, but until then he will attack. Get Karaku, that is your best bet.

He doesn't care you are a man, but the fact a puny and frail human makes his hesrt beat faster, face heat up, and invade his mind to the point he is always coming for you.... he hates it, it irritates him. He is just so angry.

If you survived this part, probably with the help of the other clones, who would see it as a waste you dying right now (specially Karaku, he would do anything to annoy Sekido), he will talk to you.

"You will die. I want to spend more time with you, and that means you will die. I will get angry and kill you." He will, unless you turn into a demon, he has thought about it. That is your choice.

You might actually have a... stable relationship, if you accept. Sekido will hold you through all the process as he bleeds into a bite he himself did in your shoulder, taking a bite before forcing you to fade into something else.

He is not planning to let you go now that you are his.

Karaku:

He already knew he lusted you the first night, nothing new. You take that as a chance of survival, for YEARS [you are living a lot more as a human than anyone else].

He both takes you and let you take him, sometimes he is very insistent. "C'mon, don't bore me. Have fun with me or I might get rid of ya."

He also openly flirts with you, not csring for your gender, gets you gifts, kisses you, takes care of you. He makes sure to be worth the while. He is careful, you always feel pleasure with him, even when you don't want to.

"You are so handsome, so good for me~ yes, you are a very good boy. I want to be like this with you forever."

It takes him years, he realizes it's not normal lust, there is more. He wants more. He should have already getting bored of you, but he didn't. He never will.

For the first time he actually hurts you during sex, he bites your neck to the point you bleed, moaning against the taste, you get tired from the effort and blood loss. Everything gets numb, heavy, and you close your eyes as you are deep within him

You will open them without any memories, just a new, hungry and bloodthirsty body. And him offering himself to a new you.

Urogi:

Urogi doesn't want to hurt you, that is good.

Urogi wants to play with you and have your constant attention... that is not so good. Because he will hurt you.

He scratches, bites, pushes you around, forces you to run as he chases through the sky. How are you supposed to last in anything against him. But again, he doesn't want to hurt you, so he doesn't get angry of this.

He more often than not licks the blood and the wounds he caused, then cuddles into your lap. Smell your masculine scent from your scrotch when he uses your legs as a pillow and from your neck when he sits on them, he likes being over you.

But again, Urogi is meant to get bored of your limits while playing with you. You were actually already expecting it the night he decides to make a drastic move.

That night be hasically bit your wrist off, tasting your flesh, moaning as he enjoys the taste. You don't get to run away again, too tired and hurt, as he finishes the meal before forcing his own flesh in your mouth.

If you have trouble biting, the he will bite a part off and chew it for you before feeding you mouth to mouth, force both blood and tissue into your throat with his tongue.

You will become a demon you you can both play more.

Aizetsu:

"It's so sad, pitiful, that I'm attracted to you. A human of all things." ..... that was hurtful.

You made his heart beat slightly and gave him a knot on his throat. His honest thought was "WHY a human?" Something that he is meant to lose, no matter what. That is so sad.

He pities himself more than he pities you, but that doesn't stop him from keeping you around. He is gentle and soft, if it wasn't because of his nature it would almost be endearing. You talk, you walk together, sometimes he even holds you.

He doesn't mind that you are a man, but he can't take the thought of you leaving him. He makes sure to be pitiful around you, to manipulate you into letting him take advantage that you are weak in every sense. Soon, you are the one cuddling and comforting.

He kills you at the first problem to arise, Sekido using you to threat him into "becoming more useful". Better know than waiting to become even more attached, that will only make it sadder. He is so sad already, but he wants to evade being too miserable.

He will kiss your first, thank you for everything, let you have your last words and last wish. Then he will make it fast, painless.

He will kiss your corpse again before making himself a memorial for you. So sad.

Nakime:

DENIAL IS A RIVER IN EGYPT-

She is in love with a MAN? Like... a man?(PTSD of dead husband. She killed him.)

I'm sorry, you have at most an hour left to live, she is not dealing with so much. (Ok, let's be real, she might actually kill you, so just give her space.)

[Only one that actually reacts to your gender, like... why a man?]

She is as chill as she can be, so as long as you don't look at talk to her, look at her and evade her the best you can she will just let you be.

You being a man is an annoyance, even if that is the first though of you, it's easy to get over. You being a human... she is very loyal to Muzan (she doesn't count him as a man, he's god to demons, ofc), she would never put you over him.

She will actually talk the issue to you once she is ready, make the offer. Let you become a demon. She will transform you herself if you accept, if not then the will just throw you out her realm.

You will never hear a whisper of her again, she won't kill you herself, not waisting her time and effort in you. Her husband didn't deserve it, and she is seeing you like that too.

You should be able to live your own life as long as you don't ever cross any interdimentional door again. If you do...

Dead end.

Akaza:

Slow burn what slow burn? He falls fast and hard, too fast and hard for his own liking. So what if you are a man? He was never picky.

"BECOME A DEMON SO WE CAN BE TOGETHER FOR ETERNITY!!" Dude, chill! You both just met an hour ago! He is obssesed. Too obssesed.

Akaza will hurt you, will show you how weak you are, tease of how you could be more. He wants you, he wants you a lot, too much for his own good. It pains him.

He will bring you to the brink of death, while not really trying to kill you. Similar to a cat with a mouse. He will let you in the brink of death once and let you heal, sometimes even heal you himself (talk about Münchausen syndrome). He will do it again, and again, and again.

If you don't accept from all the torture, the now broken and useless limbs and bones, senses wrecked, constant pain in your body and a giant exhaustion after all the times he had his ways with you.

He even starts taking care of you, Akaza cleans the house since you can't even stand anymore, he cooks and learns your favorite recipes, he washes your clothes, takes you out to walks at night in his back, gets money (you don't know how and you are too scared to ask), he nurses you,

He won't turn you unless you consent to it, even if every day it looks less like a choice and more like the only way to get out. Sometime you wish he didn't make you have to choose.

If you never become a demon he will keep you like this until you die of... pain? Age? Exhaustion? Who knows? But you will die with the responsible of your state tending your wounds.

Douma:

Ok, listen, whatever you do, don't make any sudden movement, your situation is pretty delicate. There is still a chance of getting out alive NO, THAT'S A LIE, JUST PANIC AS MUCH AS YOU WANT, YOU'RE DEAD

Douma thinks he is feeling hunger around you as he craves and lust for you💀💀 he also thinks you're funny and dummy.. Like hell he can name whatever he is feeling but IT'S NOT SAFE

He wants you around, but he is always sure you will try to leave like Kotoha did. This has already happen once. Does he regrets his actions? Is he even able to regret besides sometimes wishing she was still around?

You are nothing like her. You are not even a "her", so he doesn't even understand why he compares you both so much. But he sees it. You will try to leave, no matter how nice, how kind, how generous, how serving he is with you. You will leave if he doesn't do something about it.

Transform you into a demon? So you could actually get the power you would need to run away? It would only take one Uppermoon meeting and you would be gone by the time he was back home. He is not dumb enough to think anyone would help him find you.

He eats you, taking his time with you. He will start hugging and kissing you, not caring if you want it or not. He will first bite you mouth so you can talk, can't ask for help if someone hears you scream (his followers would take his words over your, how would they take some non-intelligent screams over his voice then?)

Then he would rip your legs so you can't run, before eating him in front of you, praising the taste, kissing you to share it, commenting on hiw your skin and tissue feel in his mouth. After the legs, he waits for you to "calm down" (you are actually dying, losing blood) before finsihing without any rush.

He would keep talking to you even after your heart stopped beating. Be as gently as he can. Once he finishes, he will be satisfied. Not only his stomach is full, but you will be forever inside him. Lovely.

Kokushibou:

.... he barely realizes.

This is a married widow samurai, his priority is his sword to surpass his long dead brother

But he likes, he thinks you're handsome. Attractive. Not that he would ever try to put it into words. (Someone tell this guy that no, not EVERY man is attracted to other men but marries a woman they don't even like because of obligation. That some people are ACTUALLY attracted to their opposite gender and spouse.)

[His wife though he was gay once he heard Michikatsu left her and their children to follow another man. Like bitch, did he even explain they were brothers?]

But again, beside just looking at you, does he even care? Does he even have anything in his heart besides this desire, this craving, this greed for power? To be more powerful than his own little brother? To take the place he was promised as the warrior, the gentleman of the gentry, that he was so afraid Yoriichi would take away?

It's never about you, even when he is with you. He will stay with you in silence, sometimes watch you from the distance, but it's never about you.

It's about himself. It's always about himself. You are only a pleasure that, like those days he visited his little brother, so lonely and weird, a freak that barely reacted to anything in his cage, (are those his thoughts or just the resentment inside him? Is it even real or Muzan somehow made it worse?) will fade away, and he will hate those moments and you.

You are a human, you are meant to die. He likes you, so he will keep you around, but nothing else. Kokushibou loves you know, and he will hate you in 100 years more, once you are gone. Simple as that.

He will cry and hate you the second your corpse touches the ground. Like Yoriichi did.

[mishasminion360]

Safe In My Arms

Ezra x fem!reader

Warnings: Language; light angst; feelings of insecurity; body dysmorphia; brief allusions to smut; hurt/comfort; fluff.

Summary: Ezra harbors a secret hatred for his absent arm, but his feelings come to a head when his newly acquired handicap fails to do the one task he vowed never to fail in: keep you safe from harm.

A/N: I’m back (but not necessarily better than ever). Sorry I’ve been MIA, folks. Between work and the stresses of daily life burnout hit hard and kicked all my creativity to the curb. But the summer has brought some much needed quiet and a little bit of recovery time, so I am slowly getting my groove back. I’ve got tons of new ideas, so let’s see how many I can get through before life gets in the way yet again 😊

A clean but savage scar. Puckered and pale flesh. A ghostly pain that haunts the vestiges of his dominant upper extremity; a banshee’s sorrowful wail that echoes throughout what remains of his blood and marrow.

He both admires and loathes the ruins of his appendage. Like the crumbling facades of lost civilizations and landmarks it is the brittle leftovers of something once great. At the time his right arm had seemed a necessary and middling sacrifice compared to his life, but away from the immediate threats of the toxic moon it’s become a piteous sight.

Ezra’s hands were his livelihood; his greatest strength. Without one where does that leave the other? In the quietest parts of his mind the darkest thoughts linger. Notions of weakness, inadequacy, and incompetency. He can no longer dig, he can no longer write, he can no longer please you with his touch.

Ah, you. You. You fault him nothing. You do not mourn his loss nor the resulting shortcomings. You do not look upon him with disdain or condolence. The initial sight of his drastically altered form prompted immediate shock, but the emotion fled your features as quickly as it had occupied them.

“Most of you came back to me. All the best parts of you returned,” you’d assured him. “You’re alive, you’re home, and that’s what matters.”

If you’re content then he will find a way to be as well. This new normal will take time; surely he will learn to adjust. Until then he will smile when he catches you looking. He will lie until it becomes truth.

***

Ezra is an artist in many ways. Any time he opens his mouth he paints you a picture with his words. He weaves sentences into daily conversation composed of words that most would never even think to utter, let alone heard of. He is a poet without even trying.

But he is a shitty actor.

You don’t miss the self-deprecating looks that ghost across his visage; the disgruntled mutterings of inwardly directed criticisms far below the standards of his lexicon. He hates what he’s become, though he hasn’t changed a bit. Not truly. An arm is nothing compared to a heart, to a soul.

He won’t let you see him cursing himself, so you don’t let him see that you’ve seen. When and if he’s ready to talk then you’ll be ready to listen. And until that moment comes you will carry on doing what you do best: loving him.

And nothing says “love” like baked goods.

You’d hypnotized him with your sweets when you’d first met; lured him to love like a witch with a house made of candy.

You��d just managed to fatten him up a little before he’d left for his excursion on the Green Moon. He’d lost that healthy weight and then some living off of rations and Kevva knows what else after being marooned. You had both been so dizzied by the overwhelming cocktail of surprise, relief, and bliss that had come with his sudden return that you hadn’t had a chance to celebrate him properly. Well, better late than never.

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He pads into the kitchen just in time to see you pushing one of the rickety chairs from the dining table up to the cupboards and mounting it with a soft grunt of mild exertion. His heart seizes when the wood creaks.

“And just what are you doing up there, my supernova?”

Without granting him your full attention you respond. “I’m going to bake you a cake.”

“That is quite a precarious position in which one would craft a culinary delight, is it not?”

“I have to gather the ingredients first, wise guy.”

You lift yourself onto the tips of your toes and the chair wobbles to and fro.

“Nova, let me assist you,” he insists hastily. “Whatever you require from above I shall retrieve.”

“Nonsense,” you scoff. “I managed just fine while you were gone and I’ll manage now.”

He’s glad, for only a second, that your back is to him. You won’t see how deeply those words had cut him. But the effects of the unintentional slight are fleeting; any and all offense is cast aside when your toes curl over the edge of the chair and the motion proves to be disastrous.

The wobbling of the chair’s four unsteady legs reverberates up into your own extremities. The bag of flour you’d sought only now in hand, your body pitches to the right, and you have only a second to exhale a startled gasp before you are stumbling over the edge of the seat.

Ezra dives for you, hellbent on breaking your fall. His body sails toward yours as if pulled by a gravitational force. He reaches for you. He reaches for you with an arm that does not exist.

You drop through the space where there should have been a solid barricade of flesh and bone and strike the linoleum with a muffled thud. Your head bounces off the floor synchronously with the doomed bag of flour, which splits upon impact and showers the room in a white haze. Your cranium, by the grace of Kevva, remains intact.

“Ooooouch.” Somewhere in the middle your groan evolves into a laugh. “Well, now I feel stupid.”

And he feels….

“Supernova….are you alright?” First his upper extremities prove useless, now his lower ones are failing him as well. His legs nearly buckle as he kneels at your side to assess you for injury.

“I’ll survive,” you assure him. “The only thing wounded is my pride.”

He helps you up to the best of his ability before striding with purpose to the utility closet to fetch a broom. Wordlessly, he gets to work cleaning up the sea of loose powder flooding the kitchen floor. The silence that fills the room is as awkward as his movements. He’s struggling with the simple task that much is obvious, but he seems determined. The veins in the graceful slope of his neck pulse with effort.

“Ezra, let me—“

“I’ve got it, nova.”

“I made this mess with my foolishness, so I’ll clean it.”

“You just took a serious tumble, love. I can weather a simple snowstorm.”

“Ez, I don’t mind. Why don’t you—?”

“Dammit all! Don’t placate me like I’m some kind of invalid,” he shouts. He never raises his voice, speaks in harsh tones, or uses course language. Such things are beneath his beautifully woven vocabulary. “I may not be able to do much these days but I can manage a simple sweeping!”

You remain stoic in the wake of his outburst; any kind word you could dare to breathe may be horribly misconstrued. Instead you watch impassively has he continues his fumbling efforts, the mess never lessening, until finally he hurls the broom to the floor, the wooden handle colliding with a thunderclap.

He pounds his fist upon the countertop as his body vibrates with an anger you’ve never seen. Your lungs surrender the air they’d been harboring only when he at last sags under the weight of a heavy sigh.

“Forgive me, supernova. I did not mean to address you so barbarously.” Ezra’s voice rattles inside of his chest like a songbird dashing itself against the bars of its gilded cage.

“I know,” you answer gently.

“I just find myself….confounded by this new and unwanted deformity. I feel….beyond inadequate. I can no longer work efficiently to provide for us. I can not complete the most meager of household tasks.”

That delicate sparrow trembles within the clutch of his ribs. He’s white knuckling the edge of the sink.

“I can not protect you in this fragile and ruined state. I can not….I can not even hold you properly.”

You don’t need words to tell him just how wrong he is. With a commanding but gentle hand upon his shoulder you turn him to face you, taking his solitary arm and wrapping it snugly around your waist before melting into the wall of his chest.

“This works pretty well.”

You feel the huff of his breath against your hair as his chin meets the crook of your neck. His lips brush a bump on the back of your head that you hadn’t even realized was there until his kiss bruises the flesh.

“You would still have me this way, Nova?”

“Ezra, you are more than a pair of arms or legs or a body. All the most important parts of you came back to me.”

You press a kiss to his sternum, relishing the the quickening thump of one of those “most important parts” as it buzzes through your lips, each beat a gentle reminder that he is alive and home.

“So long as your beautiful spirit remains unchanged and unmarred, then you’ve lost nothing you can’t truly be without. The rest is just a bonus.”

A one-armed embrace proves more than enough. Ezra holds you just as close as he’d ever managed with two. Closer yet. He cradles you with more than just extremities.

“You are the only thing I can not bear to lose, nova. The one truly precious thing.”

“And you will never lose me,” you vow. “So long as you never lose yourself, you’ll never lose me.”

“I think, my love,” he whispers, “you got that backwards.”

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[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

M.Wuerker

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"WE SHALL NOBLY SAVE, OR MEANLY LOSE, THE LAST BEST HOPE OF EARTH"

TCinLA

Oct 16, 2024

In what is now a little less than three weeks, the world’s oldest democracy will conclude a referendum on whether democracy will be maintained or be replaced by fascism.

I wish to hell I could write something more subtle. But there’s nothing subtle to write.

160 years ago, President Lincoln posed the choice the country face in the election of 1864 - held in the midst of the Civil War - thus: “We shall nobly save, or meanly lose, the last best hope of earth.”

That choice is before us again.

And this time it is even more stark.

The media continues to struggle - at the infrequent times they deign to even try - to use language that clarifies all this; with rare exception, the best they can do is to call the situation “extraordinary,” “unusual,” and “unprecedented.” Or at least they consider the possibility of using those words on the few occasions where they aren’t putting all their effort into telling us “Nothing to see here, folks, move along,” that it’s just another of those every-four-year competitions between two candidates who each love America and only want the best for us.

On Monday, both Trump and Kamala Harris held campaign events.

Trump’s town hall devolved into one of the most bizarre political events of the campaign, as he stopped taking questions (that he didn’t answer when they were asked), and stood dazed and confused on the stage for 39 long minutes, listening to music as he “danced” by himself while his staff played music from his personal Spotify list and the governor of South Dakota acted like a children’s show host, clapping along to the music as if everything was completely normal.

At about the same time, Kamala Harris held an energetic and positive rally; it was well- organized, inspirational, with accompanying music from artists who personally approved use of their songs by the candidate.

Coverage of the two events was mind-boggling, as the corporate media either completely ignored Trump’s behavior, or sanewashed it by calling it “a concert,” or otherwise acted like the two events were the same. There was no mention at all that the oldest candidate to campaign for president had “sundowned” in front of his supporters for close to three-quarters of an hour. The Guardian - which should definitely know better! - and the WaPo, which one would hope might know better, both called it a “dance party.” CBS and ABC described it as an “impromptu concert.” Surprisingly, the New York Times actually called it “odd,” while NBC used the word “surreal,” to describe the event. Trump was so far gone that when he “came around” at the end, he told his supporters to be sure to “vote on January 5.”

Clearly, there is nothing Trump can do that will get the media to tell their audiences the truth about what is happening to him.

But yesterday, the receipts were there for anyone who cared to look. Trump did a live interview at an event put on by Bloomberg News and the Economic Club of Chicago. It was another train wreck.

The entire sorry show began with Trump showing up an hour late. Moderator John Micklethwait, editor-in-chief of Bloomberg News, proceeded to ask real questions regarding Trump’s economic plans, which the former “dumbest fucking student who ever walked in my classroom” (in the words of a Wharton professor whose class young Donald was allowed to AUDIT because he failed to qualify for acceptance into Wharton) answered with rants and slogans. Micklethwait - a Brit who obviously does not suffer fools easily or at all - repeatedly corrected Trump and redirected him to the actual questions. Trump doesn’t like being publicly schooled or questioned, and the interview quickly grew angry and combative. On being corrected by Micklethwait for misunderstanding how tariffs work, Trump replied (in front of an audience of people who do understand how tariffs work): “It must be hard for you to, you know, spend 25 years talking about tariffs as being negative and then have somebody explain to you that you're totally wrong.” When Mickelthwait pointed out that an analysis by the Wall Street Journal stated his plans would explode the national debt, Trump wrapped his arms around himself like a petulant 10 year old being corrected and replied: “What does the Wall Street Journal know? They’ve been wrong about everything. So have you, by the way….. You’ve been wrong about everything…. You’ve been wrong all your life on this stuff.”

As Micklethwait continued to conduct journalism with Trump, the response was more and more outlandish statements: that children could do the work of U.S. autoworkers in South Carolina, and that he would be a better chair of the Federal Reserve than Jerome Powell.

Despite the claims by Trump press spokesman Fu Manchu, er, I mean Steven Cheung, that his candidate had “won” - as if the interview was a debate - $22 Million Man Chris LaCivita decided Trump would not do another economic policy event with CNBC.

David Rothkopf of Deep State Radio hit the nail on the head: “The past 24 hours seem to have been a dividing line in the Trump campaign...and in Trump. He went from being periodically adrift and sporadically demented to being 24/7 unfit and in need of permanent medical attention. He's one cloudless night away from baying at the moon.”

That’s why it was so bracing this week to find that General Mark Milley, former Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, clarified remarks he had made previously to Bob Woodward for his book “War,” (which is an excellent account of how Joe Biden is the best president of the past 60 years) stating clearly:

"He is the most dangerous person ever. I had suspicions when I talked to you about his mental decline and so forth, but now I realize he's a total fascist. He is now the most dangerous person to this country, he’s a fascist to the core.”

The media was stuck. They had to talk about that. High ranking American military officers do not go around saying things like that. Ever.

In 1956, then-president Dwight D. Eisenhower - the last Republican president who didn’t either commit or knowingly benefit from treason to win his elections - spoke to a group of Republican women about the state of politics in America. He said:

“If a political party does not have its foundation in the determination to advance a cause that is right and that is moral, then it is not a political party; it is merely a conspiracy to seize power.”

Here we are, 68 years later, confronted by the fact we are not opposed by a political party, but by “a conspiracy to seize power.”

And it is up to each of us to “nobly save, or meanly lose, the last best hope of earth.”

Looking at the first day of early voting yesterday in Georgia - which exceeded the previous record in 2020 by 184% - and listening to interviews with voters who had stood in line resolutely through all the early morning glitches to be sure they voted tell reporters that they were there “to save democracy” in the words of several, “to be true to my mother and grandmother and her grandmother” in the words of one woman, I think we have a shot at doing it.

In the words of Willie Brown, the smartest politician I ever knew, “Ignore the polls and run like you’re ten points down till the real polls close, then celebrate.”

[bakudeku4444]

*not my art! 👆 all credit goes to the artists*

Friends to Lovers.

🔞MINORS DNI!🔞

Kaminari x Bakugo (aged up.)

Word count: 8.4k

⚠️Warning⚠️ : bullying, selfharm, angst, smut, anal, oral, death, grieving, PDA.

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All of the UA students had moved on. Some went right into being side kicks for pro heroes, but most did it as a side job. They all wanted to be the best they could be. So, when the opportunity to go to college for extra training was presented to them, they all jumped on it.

They had dorms once again, which worked for them because by the time they were about to graduate from UA, they were a bit sad they wouldn't all be living together anymore. Even those who could afford to live outside of the dorms decided they wanted to live with their old classmates.

Today was a particularly tough day in training. Kaminari was trying to nail this new move he was testing out, but after so many tries that he lost count, he short circuited. Which placed him in a catatonic state, but he was still slightly aware of his surroundings.

It wasn't as bad as it normally was. He even heard Bakugo when he was talking about Kaminari to no one in particular.

"Dunce Face, short circuited once again. Tch. To think by now, he would know his quirk's limit." Bakugo said as he watched Kaminari stand there.

It hurt his feelings this time. He didn't know why... maybe because he had been working so hard on it and kept failing... He was so frustrated, and it seemed like Bakugo just kicked him while he was feeling really low about himself already.

He couldn't speak or do anything about it currently. Also, their last class was about to be over.

Kirishima helped Kaminari walk to the dorms because he had about 40 minutes left of this before he was back to normal. He decided to try to just nap as Kirishima got him to lay down in his bed.

"Don't listen to bakugo. I can't even make an excuse for him after all these years, but I have noticed he tries to be nicer most of the time. I'm sorry he said that, though." Kirishima patted him on the back before walking towards the door. "I'll bring you some food in a bit."

Kaminari just laid there stuck, staring at his desk. Kirishima left.

After Kaminari got back to normal, Kirishima had brought him food and asked him if he wanted to come watch something with them. Kaminari agreed after he finished his food.

He thanked him and told him he would be down there in a bit. Kirishima let himself out.

Kaminari scrunched his face up with his jaw tensed. He couldn't shake how he felt about what Bakugo said. He hated that he couldn't get it down, and that his best friend still makes fun of him for his fuck ups. It was getting old. He took out his shorted hearing aids, and threw them in the trash.

He walked downstairs. He had the new hearing aids set low. (He had a stock pile of them because his quirk broke them often.) So he couldn't really hear what anyone said as he sat down. He read the subtitles.

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Bakugo stared at Kaminari for a bit when he first came and sat down. He could already tell something was wrong when Kaminari didn't make himself known when he came into the room. He kept looking over at him throughout the movie and could see that his hearing aids were on low.

Bakugo felt bad that the hearing aids were basically his fault. They didn't really have a choice. The two were paired up for a mission over the summer. They were having a hard time beating this villain. They thought they were going to die before they had the chance. So, they came up with a plan to use both of their quirks together. The mixture left Kaminari deaf in both ears.

Bakugo blamed himself even though it was Kaminari's idea. He knew how it felt to be deaf. His quirk made him deaf. The combination of both quirks made for the loudest explosion bakugo has ever set off.

He truly felt bad for it. He just didn't know how to show it. He started being a little extra critical towards Kaminari. He didn't want anything like that to happen to him again. So, he thought he was just helping him push himself to do better. He didn't know that he was hurting his feelings.

Bakugo sat back with his arms crossed and tried to just focus on the movie, but he couldn't help finding himself looking over at Kaminari. His mind started to run rampant about all the things he refused to think about until he was alone in his room at night.

☁️: This idiot is so fucking cute with his stupid lightening bolt in his hair. Oh God! did he notice me looking when he was getting changed in the locker rooms this morning? Is that why he's being weird? I don't want him to know I like him more than as a friend. Then, if we became a thing, then we wouldn't be able to work together anymore. Not that I want to work with him again. I don't want to be the cause of anymore pain to him. I made him deaf for crying out loud that shit hurts not only physically, but mentally. It was a lucky chance that he had the idea to learn sign language for me when he found out I was hard of hearing, but I didn't think he would ever actually need it for himself... especially not me being the cause of it... That was such a stupid idea even though it worked.

This wasn't the first time that Bakugo mentally beat himself up about having a crush on Kaminari and about him being the cause of Kaminari being deaf. Kaminari never even got mad about it. He just shrugged to Bakugo and said. "At least we won, we could've been dead. Being deaf isn't as bad as being dead." Then, laughed. That made Bakugo mad because he wanted Kaminari to be mad at him the way he was at himself.

Bakugo was so lost in thought and staring at Kaminari that he didn't notice that most of their friends had gone to bed. The only ones left were Kirishima, Mina, Sero, and Todoroki.

Mina and Kirishima caught the way Bakugo kept looking at Kaminari. This wasn't the first time they had noticed it either. They noticed it many times while they were 2nd and 3rd years in UA. It has just become more evident to them what was going on. They just never mentioned it to him, but they could tell Bakugo had a crush because Bakugo never never paid attention to anyone else as much as he did Kaminari.

They also noticed that Bakugo was the only one allowed to pick on Kaminari. If anyone else did it, he would threaten them but try to make up a different reason as to why he threatened to kill them.

Kirishima had an idea. He didn't want to force it. So, he lightly elbowed Bakugo and told him he was gonna go to bed. Then, he tapped Kaminari, telling him to. Mina understood what Kirishima was trying to do. She told everyone goodnight. Then, they both went up to Kirishima's dorm to cuddle and go to sleep.

Bakugo didn't think anything of it. He just said goodnight to them.

Sero had fallen asleep with his head on Todoroki's shoulder. "I should probably get this one to bed, too." Todoroki stood up and picked Sero up over his shoulder. He took him to his dorm and snuggled up into Sero, falling asleep.

Kaminari's leg bounced as he noticed he and Bakugo were all alone now. He started biting his nails. He suddenly felt a rush of anxiety because of the need to confront Bakugo about what he said earlier. He just thought it would be weird because he had never done that before. He normally just shrugged off the insults.

The change didn't go unnoticed by Bakugo, who had been watching him almost the whole time. "Tch. What's wrong, sparkplug?! I can tell something is wrong." Bakugo tried to act like he wasn't paying attention.

Before Kaminari could think, one word flew out of his mouth. "You."

Bakugo tensed and froze. Was he finally mad at him about being deaf? He didn't know why else he would be mad at him. "The fuck do you mean? I didn't do shit to you today!" He yelled.

Kaminari sighed, turning his hearing aids up. It was too late to turn back now. He knew if he told Bakugo to just forget it that he wouldn't. "Yes, you did... You knew how hard I was working on that move. The moment I short circuit, you have something to say about it. You're so fucking mean to me!" Kaminari didn't notice the tears rolling down his eyes, until a sob wrecked through him.

Bakugo was starting to panic. Kaminari had never cried over things he had said. Bakugo's hands shook. The more Kaminari cried, the more he knew he had to do something before he lost him.

"I try so hard to catch up to everyone else, but the moment I fuck up... you pick on me! Are we even friends or do you just keep me around as a joke?! I thought you were my best friend! Now, I'm starting to think I was wrong to think that in the first place. You are as mean to me as you were to Midoriya when you guys were in middle school! I don't get it! What did I do to become a tar-..." Kaminari was cut off.

The part about Deku triggered him. He didn't want Kaminari to compare himself to that. He didn't even think he was being all that mean to him. Before he could give it much thought, he moved from his side of the couch to him, pinning Kaminari to the couch, and kissed him hard. He just needed him to shut up. He needed time to think, but this kiss that he had thought about for so long turned his brain to mush. One of his hands released Kaminari's and came up to cup his cheek.

Kaminari was caught off guard by the kiss. His eyes were wide open in shock for a few seconds before he melted into Bakugo. A whisper of a moan escaped him.

When bakugo pulled away, they were both panting. He already knew before Kaminari knew that their hear aids fell out. "I like you... I like you more than as a friend..." He signed to Kaminari.

"So you bullied me? What are we five? You were mean to me because you liked me?" Kaminari signed back.

Bakugo had a deep red blush on his face. He was embarrassed. He rolled his eyes but nodded yes. "I know it's dumb... and immature. I just have a hard time with my feelings, and I'm sorry." He signs. He picked up their hearing aids and put Kaminari's in for him. Then, he puts in his own.

"I understand if you don't like me back. I know I'm everyone's last choice." Bakugo shrugs. He stands up about to walk to his dorm.

Kaminari stood up and grabbed Bakugo's wrist. "Kacchan, I... you can't just kiss me, tell me you like me, then leave..."

Bakugo turned around, looking at kaminari with a brow raised. "Why not?! It's not like you like me back."

"I never said that. Don't try to put words in my mouth." He looked down and sighed. "I'm just afraid. I like you.. I do. It's just the way -"

"Jirou treated you. The way she walked all over you." Bakugo groaned. "I'm not her. I don't walk all over people. I don't ever ask anyone for shit. I wouldn't do that to you. You should know that."

Kaminari started crying. "I know... I know... I'm sorry... I just don't wanna get hurt again. I want to just be happy."

Bakugo didn't know how to tell him that he wouldn't hurt him. He knew he was the biggest jerk in the school even though he's working on it. He pulled Kaminari towards him and wrapped his arms around his waist. "How about you just think about it? I know what I want, but I know you think I won't make you happy or I'll hurt you. It's understandable. So, just take your time, alright?"

Kaminari nodded as he leaned his head on Bakugo's shoulder.

Bakugo walked him to his room before he was about to go to his own. Kaminari grabbed his wrist.

"Wait... will you stay with me? Please..." He sniffles.

Bakugo sighed. He didn't think this was a good idea because of how much he liked Kaminari. "Fine, but I'm going to my own room once you fall asleep. I don't want to influence your decision by sleeping in here with you. I want you to want me because you actually want me." Bakugo climbed into the bed with Kaminari.

Kaminari wrapped his arms around bakugos waist and laid his head on his chest. He sniffles for a while longer as bakugo rubs his back. He was sleeping not long after that.

Bakugo found himself drifting. He felt more comfortable in Kaminari's bed than his own right now, but he couldn't let himself stay. He had to untangle himself from Kaminari. He stood up and looked over Kaminari's sleeping form. He bent down and kissed his temple. "Goodnight, Denki..."

He left the room, closing the door quietly. His heart was thumping hard as he made it to his own dorm across the hall from Kaminari.

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This went on for a while. Kaminari would ask Bakugo to lay with him until he fell asleep. Bakugo would leave by the time he was getting sleepy. They would act normal by morning. It was as if they weren't creating a new routine after everyone went to bed. Bakugo was just slightly nicer to Kaminari than he had been.

Tonight was different, though. Bakugo was pissed off about being taken off a mission. So, he hadn't left his room all day. It made it hard for Kaminari to sleep. He tossed and turned for hours before he couldn't take it anymore. He got up with a huff and knocked on Bakugo's door. Bakugo answered it with bloodshot eyes like he had been crying.

"What do you want?!" He was not in the mood for anything.

"I-I... can't sleep..." Kaminari was slightly regretting bothering bakugo just because he couldn't sleep without being cuddled up to him.

"Tch. Fine. Come on." He grabbed Kaminari by his shirt and pulled him into his dorm.

"I want you..." Kaminari said barely above a whisper.

"Hah?"

"I want you because I actually want you. That's what you said right? You said you wanted me to want you, and not just want you because I wake up wrapped in your arms. I want that. I wanna wake up with you still there. I don't want to wake up alone anymore. I want to give this a try..." Kaminari fidgeting with his fingers a bit.

Bakugo was shocked. This had been going on for weeks. Their routine. He didn't think Kaminari would want him. Maybe just as a sleep aid, but not as a lover. Not that Bakugo minded that, but hearing this was so much better than only helping him sleep. It definitely pulled him out of his bad mood.

Kaminari sat down on Bakugo's bed. Bakugo took two long strides towards him. He cups Kaminari's cheeks and kisses him passionately. Bakugo pulled away from a smirk. "Took you long enough, sparky~." He whispers.

Kaminari rolled his eyes and wrapped his fist in Bakugo's shirt. He pulled Bakugo down on top of him with a giggle. He kisses Bakugo, running his hands along his chest. He wraps his arms around Bakugo's neck.

The kissing gets really hot, hands heavily pawing at each other's bodies, but Bakugo stops himself. He didn't want to have sex with Kaminari right away. He didn't want this to seem like he just wanted his body. He wasn't going to be like Jirou. He wasn't going to use and abuse Kaminari like that.

Kaminari wanted to go further but noticed Bakugo's hesitation. "I could just give you a hand job, if you want? We don't have to fuck if you don't want to."

Bakugo sighed as he lay on his side next to him with his head proped on the palm of his hand. "It's not that I don't want to, Sparky. I want to. I just don't want to mess anything up. I want to take things slow. Slow for the both of us. I want to do this right. I want to show you I can make you happy for a lifetime, not just a moment. I don't want this to be temporary... I want you, I've wanted you longer than you know. I was just scared."

Kaminari knew he was being truthful because Bakugo was never one to admit to being scared of anything. Kaminari blushed. He felt this tingling sensation swell in his chest and shiver down his spine. He never thought he would get to see such a raw side of Bakugo.

"I understand. We can just let things happen naturally. Don't try so hard to hold back from what you want. I want you to be happy too. I want you to be comfortable around me. Don't hold back just for my comfort." Kaminari cupped Bakugo's cheek.

Bakugo's eyes closed, he brought his hand up, and placed it gentle on Kaminari's. He noticed that Kaminari's hands were much softer than his own rough ones.

"I want to try something." Kaminari had an interesting idea. "But first, I need your consent. Can I touch you below the belt? Can I take your clothes off?"

Bakugo was hesitant at first but nodded. "Y-yeah, you can."

Kaminari took Bakugo's hearing aids out. "Trust me. Close your eyes." He signed to Bakugo.

Bakugo furrows his brows but does as he's told, closing his eyes again.

Kaminari pulls the neck of his shirt to the side and kisses Bakugo's collar bone. Bakugo gasps a bit, letting out a shaky breath. Kaminari's hands trembled a bit as he snakes down, lifting Bakugo's shirt just a little bit. Kaminari kisses the skin between his shirt and shorts.

Bakugo wanted so badly to look, but he was trying hard to keep his eyes closed. With his hearing aids out and his eyes closed, he was making him have a sensory overload. Every touch was intensified. His body trembled a bit under Kaminari.

Kaminari pulled Bakugo's shorts down until his cock popped out, standing at attention in Kaminari's face. Bakugo bit his bottom lip nervously.

"Beautiful..." Kaminari whispered, knowing that Bakugo couldn't hear him. He looked up at his face. He could tell that Bakugo was nervous.

He kissed Bakugo's hips, inching closer and closer to his cock.

Bakugo was panting. "P-please don't tease me~..."

Kaminari smirked. He kissed Bakugo's tip, and Bakugo let's out a shaky moan.

"I-I-I'm not gonna last...~ ah~..."

Kaminari didn't care. He just wanted to make Bakugo cum in his mouth. He wanted to make him feel good. He took Bakugo in his mouth, and attempted to take him down his throat but the girth of him was making Kaminari gag.

Bakugo thrusts into Kaminari's mouth. He couldn't help it, Kaminari's mouth was so wet and warm. Kaminari gagged, but let him keep going. He reached up and tapped his face to let bakugo know that he could open his eyes.

Bakugo's eyes fluttered open, and he almost came at the sight of Kaminari's lips wrapped around his cock. "Oh fuuuuck~... ahh!~ Denki~... Your mouth feels so goooood~..." He laced his fingers in Denki's hair as he watched him bob his head on his cock. He bit his lip.

Kaminari slips his hand in his pants and starts stroking himself and moaning. "Mmmm~" His eyes rolled back.

"I-I! I'm! Fuck!~ c-cumming!~" He tried to warn Kaminari so he could move. He even took his hand out of his hair and fisted the sheets instead. He let out a loud moan as he came. As bakugo came, Kaminari came into his hand.

Kaminari swallowed Bakugo's cum, and pulled off of him panting and moaning. He licked Bakugo's cock clean. Bakugo's head fell back as he panted. He put his hearing aids back in. "I'm sorry.. I don't think I've ever came that much before."

Kaminari chuckled. "Don't ever apologize for something like that." He wiped the cum off his hand with a tissue, and through it away. He pulled Bakugo's shorts back up. He laid down, and pulled the covers up over them. He cuddled up to Bakugo as he normally did.

Bakugo kissed the top of his head. "But I didn't do anything for you."

"It's fine. I still came. You can do something next time if you feel like it. Don't worry about it, ok?" Kaminari smiled and kissed Bakugo's chest. He finally drifted off to sleep.

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Their relationship blossomed from then on. They went on dates. It took bakugo a while, but he became comfortable with showing affection towards Kaminari in front of their friends. They slept together every night. Neither one of them could sleep without the other.

When jirou had something to say about it and insulted Kaminari, bakugo wasn't having it. He requested to spar with her. He never went easy on women. He always did things equally and fairly, but he was pissed off, and it ended with Jirou going to the recovery girl unconscious.

Bakugo smirked and walked towards Kaminari. "No one says shit about Sparkplug, but me."

Kaminari blushed, knowing that Bakugo meant that to be sweet. Bakugo wrapped an arm around Kaminari's waist and pulled him flush against him, kissing him.

"Did you really have to send her to the recovery girl to prove a point?" Kirishima felt bad for Jirou.

"Fuck yes. That bitch deserved it. I'm not going to let anyone hurt sparky's feelings!" Bakugo growled.

Kirishima sighed.

Bakugo picked up Kaminari under his thighs and walked into the locker room with him. Bakugo became a PDA monster. He was always touching Kaminari on some way. He couldn't keep his hands to himself when he was around Kaminari.

He pinned Kaminari to the wall as soon as they were in the locker room. He started kissing his jaw and down his neck. He didn't even check to see if anyone was in there with them.

"Mmmf~ fuck...~ I never thought I would be with someone who has my libido.~" He giggled. "You're as horny as I am all the time~."

Bakugo chuckled. "I'm always horny around you, Sparky.~ Before you became mine, I spent a lot of lonely nights with my hand.~" He continues to kiss his neck. "Take a shower with me?~"

"Mhmmm~... please..~" Kaminari grinds against his hard on.

Bakugo pants as he walks over to the showers. He sets Kaminari on his feet and starts stripping him out of his clothes. He kisses Kaminari's shoulders and chest.

Kaminari learned that Bakugo was a gentle lover unless he asked him to be more rough with him. Bakugo always took the time to love and appreciate every part of Kaminari. He felt like bakugo was holding him like glass that would shatter if he tried to go too fast. It always made Kaminari feel like he was on cloud 9.

Bakugo let Kaminari strip him out of his clothes. It was like they were worshipping each other's bodies. It always made Bakugo relax when he was touching Kaminari, and when Kaminari was touching him, it made him feel like he was floating.

He felt Kaminari kiss his cock and his eyes rolled back. "Mmmmf~ ah~ I wanna fuck you so bad, baby.~"

Kaminari tsked at him. "Shower first~..." Kaminari took his, and Bakugo's hearing aids out, setting them on the counter. Then, he pulled bakugo into the warm, relaxing water with him.

"Fine.." Bakugo pouted a bit. He used a soapy cloth to wash Kaminari's body. He massages out the kinks in his back. He started washing his hair as well.

Kaminari washed Bakugo's body, massaging him as well. Then, he washed his hair.

Then, they rinsed off together. Kaminarj stood behind Bakugo, kissing his shoulders and neck. Kaminari backed up to sign. "You so smell so good. You can never actually stink." Kaminari chuckled. "Your quirk makes you smell like caramel.~" He teased as he dragged his teeth lightly against Bakugo's shoulder as if he were trying to take a bite.

Bakugo blushed. He starts pushing his ass back against Kaminari's cock. Kaminari let's out a shaky moan. They hadn't done this yet.

Bakugo wasn't ready to try it a couple of weeks ago, but now he wanted to. He didn't think it was fair that he was always fucking Kaminari and wouldn't let Kaminari fuck him.

"We can go up to the room and try someth-" Bakugo was signing when he saw red hair out of the corner of his eye.

Kirishima and the others came in to shower. "Oh shit! Can you guys put up a warning or something? You guys are both hot and all, but I really don't want to watch my two best friends make love in the showers." He signs and chuckles.

"Well, maybe you all should've waited until we came out, then you could've showered, shitty hair!" Bakugo yelled.

Kaminari tapped his shoulder to get hus attention. "Calm down, Kacchan. We can just finish this in the dorm.~"

Bakugo nods and turns the water off. Kaminari grabs their towels. Then, he wrapped the towel around himself and grabbed their hero suits.

Bakugo carried his gauntlets. They went up to Kaminari's room to finish what they started.

Bakugo dropped the gauntlets, and his towel dropped to the floor. He pulled Kaminari by the hand to the bed, causing him to drop everything. Also, making him realize that he forgot to grab their hearing aids. He giggled as he landed on top of Bakugo. He held a finger up and got off of him to grab them both a pair of hearing aids from his box.

He put them in Bakugo's ears, then a pair on his own ears. He climbs on bakugo to straddle his hips.

"I want you to... I want to try... rrrrr..." He huffed because he was flustered about the thought of Kaminari fucking him. His cock twitched against Kaminari's ass.

"You want me to fuck you?~ I'll only do if if you say it.~" Kaminari smirked.

"Please~..." Bakugo's hand reached for Kaminari's cock, and started stroking it. He bites his lip.

"Please, what?~" Kaminari smirks.

"Can you please fuck me!" He grumbles with a blush.

"You don't have to be so shy about it, love~..." Kaminari slid off of Bakugo. He got down on the floor on his knees between Bakugo's legs. His hands are on Bakugo's knees, keeping his legs spread.

Bakugo propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at Kaminari.

"Lay down~ You're not going to be able to sit up when I fold you in half.~" Kaminari puts his hands under Bakugo's knees and starts pushing them up towards Bakugo's chest.

"Wait. I'm scared."

"It's Ok~. I'll be gentle. If you're worried about your ass being dirty. I know it's not because I washed it. Just like you washed mine." He chuckles, trying to lighten the mood, and make Bakugo relax.

Bakugo huffed but laid back, holding back back of his legs to keep himself folded and spread. "Ok. I trust you.~"

Kaminari smiled and started sucking on his balls, then kissed his way down. He spread Bakugo's ass cheeks. He started licking at his hole and trying to push his tongue in. He wrapped one of his hands around Bakugo's cock, and started stroking him as he lapped at his hole.

At first, bakugo flinched away from the feeling, but then he started to relax and actually enjoy it. He didn't realize that what he had been doing to Kaminari had felt so damn good. "Ahh!~ fuck!~ ah~!" He was moaning uncontrollably.

He choked on his breath when he felt Kaminari push a finger into him. It stung a bit to have that hole breached for the first time.

He could feel Bakugo's body tense up. "Relax~..." Kaminari whispered as he peaked up at Bakugo's face. He saw him nod and saw him physically relax.

He started working the finger in Bakugo, feeling for that squishy sweet spot. When he finally found it, Bakugo let out the most lewd moan Kaminari had ever heard.

Kaminari bit his lip, trying not to touch himself. He wanted all his cum to go in Bakugo's ass. He kept working to prep Bakugo for his cock. He slipped in a second finger, then after a while a third. After, bakugo came for the second time Kaminari could tell he was getting sensitive.

Bakugo was panting and whining. At this point, he was begging Kaminari to just fuck him. He was shaking from how sensitive he was.

"Oh God! Please!~ I can't take this anymore!~" Bakugo cries out.

"Ok, ok~... patience, my love~... This is your first time.~ I'm just trying to do it right~..." Kaminari whispers. He didn't know that Bakugo's hearing aids fell out during his first orgasm.

He lines his cock up with Bakugo's hole and slowly pushes himself into him. He kept his eyes on Bakugo's face. He wanted this to be enjoyable for him. Once he bottomed out in Bakugo he moaned.

Bakugo whined for Kaminari to move. "Please~ need you to fill me up with your cum!~ ah!~"

Kaminari had to stop himself from cumming so soon. He started thrusting in him at a slow pace at first. He was loving the sounds that Bakugo was making. "Ahh~ oh fuck!~ you're still so tight!~ I'm not going to last long!~" His eyes roll back. He was really trying to keep going, but his orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks.

"C-cumming!" Kaminari cried out as he thrusted hard into Bakugo, and filled up his ass with his cum. He panted hard.

Bakugo came as he felt Kaminari twitching and cumming inside of him. He was panting, and whining. "I love you~... fuuuck I love you, Denki~..." It was the first time bakugo said that to Kaminari.

Kaminari's eyes widened, and he started tearing up. "I love you too~... I love you so much!~" He started kissing his neck, but that when he noticed his hearing aids had fallen out.

He grabbed it and put it back in his ear. "I love you too, Katsuki.~" He pulled out of him and laid next to him. He pulls bakugo close to him. He plays with his messy, spiky hair. "How'd I get so lucky?" Kaminari kisses his head.

"Psh... you? I think I'm the one who's lucky." Bakugo smirked.

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Three years later...

Bakugo and Kaminari moved into their own apartment near the college. They were engaged. Bakugo couldn't be happier. Kaminari was head over heels for Bakugo. They were happy, but today wasn't a very happy day.

"I don't want you to leave!... I don't feel good about this assignment!" Bakugo was yelling, but he really did have a bad feeling about this. His fiance was about to leave him for 2 weeks.

"I promise it'll be OK... It seems like an easy assignment. You believe in me, right?" Kaminari chuckled.

"Two weeks doesn't seem like an easy fucking assignment! You know I believe in you, asshole! Don't try to put words in my mouth! I don't want you to go!" Bakugo yelled.

Kaminari sighed and walked over to his fuming shaking fiance. He wraps his arms around him, and that's when Bakugo breaks. He starts crying. Bakugo grips Kaminari's Chargebolt hoodie. "I have to... but I'll be back. I promise..." He slipped out of his hoodie. "Here, this is my promise to come back." He pulls his hoodie onto Bakugo.

"You fucking better!" Bakugo sniffles, inhaling Kaminari's signature cologne that made him feel safe. "I love you so much..."

"I love you too... you feel like driving me to headquarters? That way we can spend more time together before I leave." Kaminari smiled, wiping Bakugo's tears with his thumbs. Kaminari kissed him passionately.

Bakugo nodded and sighed. His stomach tossed and turned as they put Kaminari's bags in the trunk. He had his hand on Kaminari's thigh the entire time. He wouldn't move it as he drove.

"Katsuki, it's going to be OK. I'll be back before you know it." He peeled Bakugo's hand off his thigh and kissed the back of his hand.

Bakugo let out a shaky breath. He was trying not to cry again. He stopped in front of the place. "Can I come in with you? Can I hear the details of the mission? It might make me feel better..."

"I wish, but you know I can't do that... it's confidential, and it's not your mission. I can tell you that a couple of our friends will be there to help, but I can't tell you much else...." Kaminari was hiding the fact that he had a sinking feeling about this mission too.

He was nervous. He and his team were up against someone with a similar quirk to him. He just didn't know much about it besides it was electric.

"I know, I know... I love you..." Bakugo wrapped his fist in Kaminari's shirt and kissed him passionately. "You better come back to me, Sparkplug..."

"I will. I love you too, Kacchan." Kaminari rubs his nose against Bakugo's. "I have to go. I'm going to be late to the meeting before we get on the plane."

Bakugo, let's go of his shirt and cups his cheek. Bakugo really didn't want him to leave. He was about to cry again. Kaminari got out of the car, grabbed his bags, and blowing Bakugo a kiss. "I love you!"

"I love you, too!" Bakugo tried to smile. He stared until Kaminari's form disappeared behind the doors. He hit the steering wheel and left.

He drove back home. He moped to the bed. He got the text that they were boarding the plane, and another 'I love you, Sparky.💛🖤🧡🖤'

Bakugo sent back, 'I love you, too, Sparky 🧡🖤💛🖤 text me when you get there, please..'

Bakugo spent his time worrying. He talked to Kaminari every chance he got, which wasn't much because he only had about an hour at night to talk, and then he wouldn't hear from him again until the next night. Kaminari always sounded exhausted and would let out groans of pain here and there. Which only made Bakugo worry more.

He wasn't working very well. He was hardly sleeping. The worrying was eating him alive.

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A week later...

Bakugo is panicking. His heart is palpitating. He's shaking and crying as he recklessly drives to Kaminari's agency that he works for. He was in a tank top and shorts. His hair is in tangles from pulling at it and hitting himself in the head. He wipes his tears and slams the door to his car so hard that his window shatters. "Fuckin hell!" He barks.

He marches into the building, and by passes the front desk lady who is telling him he can't go in there that he needs to have an appointment. The lady clearly didn't recognize him as the pro hero Dynamite.

"Fuck off! I don't need a God damn appointment!" Bakugo barked at her as he steps into the elevator. His fists shook, and he had to put this feeling somewhere. To release it. He punched through the wall of the elevator as it came to a stop. He pulled his fist out of the wall. As he walked into the office of Kaminari's boss.

"Where the fuck is my fiance!? I will fuckin kill you!" He came in already screaming and threatening Kaminari's boss.

The man behind the desk was already shaking but tried to play it off that he wasn't scared out of his mind. "Mr. Dynamite. I wasn't expecting to see you today."

"Cut the shit! Where is Denki Kaminari!? He didn't call last night! He has called me every fucking night! He didn't call me last night! Tell me he's ok! Tell me he's just busy! Tell me!" Bakugo voice cracked. He was about to have a panic attack again.

The man sighed heavily. "Have a seat, please.." He had to follow a stupid script. "I regret to inform you that he died while in battle at 4 pm yesterday... I'm sorry, Mr. Dynamite. I wish I could say more... I wish I had different news to give you... his remains will be on the flight back here tomorrow. Since we don't know of any living relatives... it will be your decision on what happens next. It doesn't need to be decided right away. Take all the time you need."

Bakugo dropped to the ground. Explosions going off in his palms. "Shut up. Shut up! SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOURE LYING! HE'S NOT DEAD! HE'S COMING HOME IN A WEEK! TELL ME HES COMING HOME, ALIVE! HE'S NOT FUCKING DEAD! HE CAN'T BE! HE CAN'T LEAVE ME!" Bakugo was screaming at the man as he broke down in tears. He got up off the ground, and stomped over to him. He grabbed him by the tie.

"I will fucking kill you! Tell me he's alive! You knew this mission was dangerous! This is your fault!" He let off an explosion on the man's face, and then spit on him. "You worthless piece of shit! It should've been you! You should be dead!"

He was pulled off by two security guards. Aizawa had just so happened to be making a visit to Kaminari's boss to see how things were going. Anyone who knew about this mission knew it was poorly planned and needed more heroes on the team. Aizawa had a bad feeling about the whole thing. He was trying to convince the boss to put a pause on the mission until they got more information. He heard familiar yelling coming from the office. He slipped past the security, blocking the door. "Let. him. go!"

Bakugo almost fell to the ground again, but Aizawa caught him in his arms. Bakugo sobbed and yelled.

"Im going to kill you! This is your fault!"

Aizawa shushed him and made him leave the room. He opened a break room, pulled him in, and shut the door. He stood in front of the door to stop Bakugo from leaving.

"He's dead! He told me he would come back home! He has never lied to me! He's coming back! Please, tell me he's lying! Please! He's coming back! We were going to get married in a month!" He punched a hole in the wall. He grabbed the coffee maker and threw it to the ground. He pushed the fridge over. He kicked a dent in the side of it, breaking his toes in the process. He didn't even feel it. The pain of losing his best friend, fiance, and love of his life hurt way more, and it hadn't even fully set in.

Aizawa didn't even try to stop Bakugo from breaking things in the room. It was better than him getting charged with murder. Aizawa knew who Bakugo was talking about. It hurt Aizawa a lot to know his student died. He loved all his students as if they were his kids.

Aizawa had tears in his eyes as he watched Bakugo's world come crashing down. He knew that feeling well. He also had a lover die during battle. Once Bakugo had stopped trashing the break room and slid down the wall with his face in his hands. Aizawa walked over, sitting against the wall next to him. Bakugo started punching himself in the head over and over. Aizawa grabbed his hands and looked at Bakugo. They both had tears streaming down their cheeks.

"I want you to know you are not alone. I am here, I always have been, and I always will be. I'm not going to let you go through this alone, ok? It's going to be OK! Ok?" Aizawa never did this, but he did this time. He pulled Bakugo to his chest and held him for a while. He rubbed his back. "It's going to be OK. I promise. I will be there for you. I'm going to be checking in on you."

Bakugo tried to get out of the hug, but he just cried harder instead. He gripped Aizawa's shirt and sobbed into his chest. He always saw Aizawa as a father figure. It made him fall apart even more. He clung to Aizawa. He was so emotionally exhausted that he passed out there leaning against Aizawa.

Aizawa messaged Sero. He told him to come help him get Bakugo home. When sero got there, he lifted the sleeping Bakugo into his arms. He sniffles in his sleep, tears still falling.

Aizawa told Sero the heartbreaking news once they got Bakugo in Sero's bed. Aizawa thought it would be best for him to wake up with a friend there to comfort him.

"Kaminari isn't dead. Nothing can kill him. I've seen him in really bad situations."

"He is... his remains will be here tomorrow night.. It's up to Bakugo to decide what happens next. I need you two to be there for each other. Mina and Kirishima will be back not long after that. They are being pulled from the mission. They saw him die..." He explained. "I will be back tomorrow. I have some things to handle."

He gave the crying Sero a hug. He hated human contact, but he put that aside. He needed to be there for his kids, and if a hug helped in the slightest, he would give out a million hugs to them.

◇◇◇◇

A week later...

Bakugo had left as soon as he woke up at Sero's. He took his hearing aids out. He didn't want to hear anything unless it was Kaminari's voice.

He refused to leave his bed that had become a pile of clothes that smelled like Kaminari. Bakugo cried himself to sleep he woke up crying. Eventually, he stopped crying every time his eyes were open. He would just lay there numb, staring at the wall.

Aizawa had to literally break into his apartment to make sure he was still alive. He didn't leave after that. He slept on the couch. He would bring him drinks and food. Even if he wouldn't eat it. Today, Aizawa was tired of watching Bakugo let himself rot away in his bed.

As soon as he heard Bakugo moving in the bed, he walked into the room. "Enough of this. Kaminari wouldn't want you to let yourself wither away like this. He would want you to keep on living." He signed to Bakugo.

Bakugo flipped him off. "You don't know him the way I do."

Aizawa rolled his eyes. "I know him well enough. Get up. You're taking a shower today. You're eating something and / or drinking water. It's time." He signed as he walked towards him. Bakugo curled into a ball.

Aizawa pulled him out of the bed, and Bakugo didn't really have the energy to fight him. It made him dizzy to stand up. He almost fell, but Aizawa held him up.

"I can't... I can't do this without him..." He whispered.

"You have to move on... you need closure. You need to make a decision. His body has been in that freezer for a week. You have to put him to rest." He signed to him.

He helped him to the shower. He knew he wouldn't do it on his own. Aizawa treated him like an infant. He stripped him out of his clothes and helped into the warm shower.

"Me, and Sparky used to take a shower together every night... what am I going to do?... we did everything together..." Bakugo started crying again. He couldn't help it.

Aizawa just listened as he washed Bakugo's hair. He didn't care that his clothes were getting wet. He rinses Bakugo's hair. He turned him around to face him. "Can you wash your own body? We can talk more when we're done here." He signed.

He nodded that he would wash himself.

Aizawa walked out of the bathroom but stayed close by just in case. He picked out clothes for Bakugo to put on. After Bakugo emerged from the bathroom, he was already out of energy. Aizawa had to help him get dressed. "Hearing aids?" He signs to him.

Bakugo shook his head. He didn't want to hear anything.

"Ok." Aizawa was going to push him to try to do little things, but he wasn't here to force him to use his hearing aids. It seemed like that would be a big step for Bakugo, and he wasn't ready for that.

Bakugo wanted to lay back down, but he also knew that Aizawa wouldn't let him.

Bakugo grabbed one of Kaminari's Pikachu hoodies and pulled it over his head. He let Aizawa drag him to the kitchen. He sat as Aizawa made him food. He tried to eat it, but he got nauseous and threw up.

"You need to drink water even if you can't eat." He signs and brings him a glass of water.

Bakugo nods to him and sips the water.

"Can we start the process? Do you want to cremate him, bury, or something else?" He signs.

Bakugo hesitantly nods. "He told me he wants to be cremated."

"Ok. Aizawa started filling out the papers. He had bakugo sign the papers when it was needed. He asked him what he wanted. Once they were done, Bakugo had cried and told Aizawa more random facts about their relationship.

Bakugo fell asleep on the couch. Aizawa had to carry him to his bed.

A week later was the day of the memorial. He wore a mask and sunglasses so people wouldn't watch him cry. He went home that night and cried while getting drunk. He stared at the urn for an hour. He grabbed Kaminari's chargebolt hoodie. The same one he gave him the day he left.

"Why couldn't you just stay home? Why did you have to leave me?" He started crying again, rubbing the hood against his cheek because it still smelt like Kaminari. For a split second, he felt comfort. He felt the familiar arms of Kaminari wrapping his arms around Bakugo's waist like he always did.

Bakugo gasped, looking around. "Sparky...? .... fuck... fuck!..." Bakugo dropped to his knees with his hands slapped against the ground. Explosions crackling against the wood floor. "YOU CANT MAKE ME FALL SO FAR IN LOVE WITH YOU AND THEN DO THIS TO ME!! AHHHHH! WHY?! WHY WERE YOU TAKEN FROM ME!? I WAS SO LUCKY TO HAVE YOU! NOW ALL MY WANT TO STILL BE LIVE IS GONE! I NEEDED YOU, AND YOU LEFT ME!"

♡♡♡♡

Bakugo went MIA for four years. He paid off his apartment for 6 years with his savings. No one heard from him. Aizawa was having a hard time finding him. Kirishima couldn't find him at all. They looked for him until they had to assume that he was dead. They thought it was strange that his apartment was paid off. So they left it as it was just in case he came back alive.

He wasn't dead. He was hunting.

He found the man that got away. The man who killed his fiance. He didn't turn him in. He tortured him. He kept the man alive for months. He tortured him to the brink of death over and over. He wanted to get revenge, and revenge was so sweet. He kept the man chained up in a cave. The man would scream and beg for forgiveness, but Bakugo wasn't satisfied until he was mangled and barely breathing.

When the man's body gave out, and he officially died. He threw his body away in the middle of the ocean while on his way back home. "I did it, baby... I got him... I should've been there. I should've been on that mission with you... b-but I killed him for you. I love you..."

Bakugo got back to his apartment, which was exactly the way he left it. It seemed like someone had been staying there, but no one was there at the moment. He figured it was just Kirishima. He looked in the mirror for the first time in years. He had a beard, a mustache. His hair was long. He looked unkempt, feral. He was feral.

He dragged himself to the shower. He shaved his face completely and cut his own hair to have an undercut. He was now ready to move forward. He knew that Kaminari would always be with him because Kaminari had visited him in his dreams many times. He told him it was time to let go and that he would be fully with him again one day.

Bakugo felt a bit better now that that man was dead in the ocean as fish food.

It took him another year to put his hearing aids back in. Hearing the world without Kaminari in it always made him sad. He would just hope to hear that voice calling out to him, but he knew it would never happen.

Bakugo lived his life the best he could. He never took another lover. If anyone got too close, he would push them away. The pain of loving someone so much, then losing them, was too much for him to deal with again.

Bakugo died 4 years later in an accident while trying to save a person from a building that was collapsing. He saved the person but lost his life as he fell from a 10-story building. Bakugo died on impact. The man lived with some injuries that put him in a coma.

He didn't know he died at first… until he saw that familiar lightning bolt in yellow hair. Kaminari's spirit was standing amongst the chaos. "Sparky…?... SPARKY!" He ran to him. He wrapped his arms around his waist, picking him up.

"I never fully left you, my love… I refused to pass on until I had my best friend by my side…" Kaminari smiled and kissed Bakugo for the first time in years. Bakugo started crying from happiness. He could finally hear him, touch him, kiss him. That's all he ever wanted….

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* If you made it this far, I hope you liked my story.*

[smehur]

Lost scenes/fics game!

Thank you for tagging me, @tigerlyla-of-metinna! Here are the rules:

We all probably have them, those scenes that never made it to the story, the stories that never went anywhere, all those small and larger bits of love we wrote and still hoard on out hard drives. So now - let's share!

The rules are simple:

1. Share a piece of fic that you cut out for some reason, or a piece of a fic that you began and never continued, some lost piece of your writing, be it long or short, prose or verse. Unfinished Art and Illustrations are also welcome.

2. Tag five or more people who might want to share a piece of their writing or art. Specific questions are welcome, but don't need to be adhered to.

3. Be kind. Let's spread positivity. Show support for your fellow artists and writers. Laughing along is great, mocking is not welcome.

4. Tagging someone back is totally fine, if the person doesn't want to share anything else, or anything at all, for that matter, that's fine too.

What follows is a scene I cut from my Mass Effect story, The Precedent. This was written long enough ago that I have no memory whatsoever of writing (or cutting) it, and I can't say, off the top of my head, why it got cut -- likely because it was going to make an already complicated situation even more complicated for no particular gain.

Anyway:

But Saren wasn’t done with the examination. He covered Elethea’s upper body and uncovered her right leg instead. “There’s another problem. Hold her knee up.”

Her skin was clammy, the flesh under it squishy. Nothing like medigel to remove any trace of tone from the muscles. They struggled a bit to plant the foot on the bed with the knee bent above. Apparently, there was something under the skin on the back of her calf.

“She has a—” Saren glanced at the girl. “An emergency termination chip.”

Nihlus silently repeated the unfamiliar phrase. Emergency termination… of what? “You don’t mean, like—” he soundlessly mouthed the words “—a suicide chip?”

“Yes. We have to get it out.”

“That’s insane. Saren—” his options for gesturing were limited and Saren was refusing to look at him, busy trying to get a reading from the back of Elethea’s leg with a small hand-held scanner. “We have neither the skills nor the tools. What if we trigger it?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, it’s risky.” His patience was wearing thin, Nihlus could hear it in the rasp of his voice.

But so was his own. “So, let’s get her to a hospital?”

“You think they have better ‘skills and tools’—for this? It’s exactly why I didn’t want you to take her to a hospital.”

Nihlus had to admit, however begrudgingly, that Saren had a point there. Suicide chips weren’t exactly an item on the standard medical curriculum. Like most illegal micro-cybernetics, they usually came with a reflective coating that could hide them from generic scanners, but a full-body medical scan would probably reveal it. Any attempt to tamper with it, without disabling it first, would trigger the release of a deadly neurotoxin into the user’s tissue, causing nearly instant death. And depending on the settings, even aggressive scanning might be taken as “tampering”.

Nihlus had seen it happen. He had lost a priceless source in a batarian slaving ring to a suicide chip triggered by a Citadel customs scanner. His guy had been picked up from the line of arrivals because it looked like he could be wearing a weapon under his baggy jacket. The real reason, Nihlus suspected, was that he was batarian; the C-Sec was notorious for exercising their limited power on minorities, especially those with a bad rep. When the normal weapons scanner failed to confirm their theory, they put the guy through the high-power one used to uncover illegal cybernetics. Nihlus had arrived just in time to see the guy convulse on the floor.

“You don’t have its command frequency?”

“It’s activated with biotics. Only she can disable it.”

“Fuck.”

“Fuck!” the girl echoed.

Nihlus ignored her. Mention of biotics gave him an idea. “Can you… put a stasis field around it?”

“Perhaps. But what then?”

“Then I fry it with a laser.”

Saren put the scanner down, staring past Nihlus as he considered it.

“Would that even work? The laser, I mean, inside a stasis field. Does it… arrest… the light too?”

“Shut up and let me think.”

“Yes, sir.”

Tagging: @anjian, @ghostpeppercalamari, @kuraiummei, @bronzeagelove, @oathbreakerapologist

[liliths-missing-pen]

Idia With Yuu Who Wants To Learn How to Program Games

Not gonna lie this is a very self indulgent piece because my computer programming class is making me want to code but I also want to write 💀 This is my compromise here.

Notes/Warnings: Reader is Yuu, I am in the English server and wish to not know what happens in Book 6 till it comes out so artistic liberties will be taken. Also, Idia might seem a little ooc but when checking the wiki it says he gets excited and talkative when stuff he likes gets brought up so I took it and ran with it. Enjoy!

Masterlist

Before you came to Twisted Wonderland you already known how to code. Mostly just from camps that your family made you do or just out of general interest. Nonetheless you only knew the minimal to basic things, like HTML, CSS, a little bit of Javascript and Python as well C++. So to say the least there wasn’t that much you could do especially as a beginner. You’ve always seen video games or visual novels and wished you’d be able to do something like that one day but yet, you never got around to polishing skills or making yourself actually do anything to get yourself to that goal.

Jump skip to know that you are in Twisted Wonderland. You didn’t know much about this world at all, lots of things were different than your own world. The way things were done, school expectations, slang, magic. So to say, you just expected that anything you knew would be just thrown out the window one way or another. Once you met Idia though you felt more secure in your knowledge. Idia was someone who you can imagine to be the most normal in your world. He was one of those kids in your class at the back of the room, typically not speaking to anyone unless prompted. Now you may wonder, “How did the Ramshackle prefect become associated with the shut-in hermit?” Well like any other instance, Ortho.

Ortho was extremely persistent that once you expressed interest or made an off-handed comment that you knew some code and loved visual novel games, you should meet his brother. Honestly, the issue wasn’t to convince you, it was Idia that needed convincing.

Since it wasn't Idia who invited you to his dorm, he was flipping out when Ortho told him to expect you. He's heard about the notorious Ramshackle prefect who dealt with Overbolts even though they're magicless. He couldn't lie and say that he wasn't interested in you though. Not everyone was able to do that. He just wasn't sure if he could do this right now.

Once you did arrive, Ortho carried most of the conversation. Idia was trying his best to try to make conversation as well but he couldn't bring himself. It was hard to talk to a normie okay?!

Well, that's what he kept thinking after each of his failed attempts. Ortho knew what to do though, he knew his brother would have issues so he hacked into your Magicam account to learn more about you till he ran upon all the gaming and anime accounts you followed. He put to and to together and this was Ortho's plan to make you two talk normally. Once he mentioned a game he knew both you and Idia played it was the start of something great.

Idia's attitude towards you changed completely once you talked about video games and anything else he was into. Which dragged into how the game was coded and whatnot. Once you mentioned how you wanted to program your own game and your vision he was just like an over-excited child he ushered you over to his game, asking how much you knew about code and how fun it would be to create a game.

But basically, once he dragged you in it'll be very hard to leave. Your whole friendship with Idia from then on was built on the game y'all were creating together, anime and gaming. Not that you'd complain it was very to have Idia around. Just that you'd always have to start up the conversion since Idia will always second guess himself

Even once you two finish creating your game Idia would still keep you around. He'd even start being the one to invite you instead of just showing up! After helping you learn and sharpen your skills in programming by working on a game together, you'd start to help him out too! If you know anything about programming, especially C++ you know how picky it is with its writing. Whilst he's off typing quickly you start to point out to him certain things he's missing, like a semicolon on something that'll screw the whole code up.

Wholeheartedly once you make friends with Idiai from one of his special interests it's going to be hard to pull him away from you <3

[hyperfixationsporfavor]

The Escape

The Escape (Gojo x Reader- Part 5 of The Marriage)

Author’s note: Hey guys. Another chapter of The Marriage for anyone that’s reading. I rewrote the ending to this chapter and while I feel a little more confident with it I’m still a little unsure about this one. Any feedback you guys could provide would be really helpful. I didn’t really want to dedicate an entire chapter to the final showdown (this fic has always been from the pov of the sidelines). So the next chapter will be post battle trying to navigate a new reality. I’d like to do a timeskip for reader and Gojo but I’m not sure if there will be one or two more chapters after this. I’ll see how it flows. Enjoy!)

Warnings: blood, sexism, childbirth, manga spoilers, canon divergence (because daddy’s home), minors dni

Another piercing scream ripped through you. It was agony, dragging you down and holding you in its talons. The pain was excruciating, worse than you could have imagined. No amount of books or classes could have prepared you to give birth, at least not alone. You and Satoru had concrete plans set in place. A duffle bag packed away, the quickest route to the hospital marked. He should have been by your side through this. Holding your hand, kissing your forehead, and encouraging you to keep going. 

Now you were here, in some cramped bedroom, two strangers looming over you. 

How long had you been in labor? You’d lost track of the time. 

Uraume, checked between your legs for the umpteenth time. 

“Still not dilated enough. You know prolonging this won’t work in your favor. Lord Sukuna grows hungrier each day. Any longer and he’ll rip that brat out of you himself. 

“Fuck you,” you hissed.

They just smirked. “Does it hurt? I hope it does.”

Yes it did hurt. You had no pain medication to ease your suffering, so you were forced to bear it. 

Kenjaku opened the bedroom door. 

“How are we doing?”

You threw your head back against the pillow in agony. 

“She refuses to cooperate,” Uraume griped.

“Now, now Uraume. We mustn't be impatient. We will wait for (Name).”

~

Satoru clawed against the sharp mountain of bones in a manic fit. He didn’t even flinch when they cut into his skin and spilled his blood. He only raised his wounded palms up and slammed them against his head as he clenched his teeth. The skeletons tore at his clothes and dug their boney fingers further into his flesh. His blindfold had been lost, leaving him overexposed to this illusion. 

“Satoru,” one of the skeletons whispered. 

He halted and looked up to find it mutated into the beast he had seen before, Sukuna. In his arms, he held you.

Your unconscious body was pummeled and bloodied. 

“(Name),” he choked out.

Sukuna looked down at you, limp in his arms, and smirked.

“This offering is one of many,” Sukuna murmured. “And what a beautiful offering it is.”

Satoru lunged towards the display only to be forcefully shoved to the hard ground, dislocating his jaw in the process. 

“Let go of her!” he ordered in vain.

Sukuna just chuckled. 

“Fear not Satoru Gojo, this is only a preview of what’s to come, either her demise or yours.”

Satoru just screamed, all he could do was scream.

~

“Kenjaku, she’s losing a significant amount of blood,” Uraume informed.

They had stepped into the hallway momentarily to discuss your current state. 

“Bleeding is completely normal.”

Uraume just shook their head. “No, it’s far too much. She’ll die before the baby is even delivered.”

Kenjaku just sighed. “If she dies, she dies. If our buyers say anything I can just pull out another curse to keep them in line.”

Uraume halted and stared at him in disbelief. “But what about Sukuna? I wanted to bring her to him alive.”

He waved his hand. “Sukuna will have his fill with the culling games players. Maybe that lawyer or the failed manga artist would be a nice appetizer.”

Uraume clenched their teeth at his laid back attitude. 

“Kenjaku,” they warned. “This wasn’t what I agreed to when I enlisted my services to your cause.”

He just sighed, enraging them even further. “Uraume, let me spell this out for you. If you don’t get back in there and deliver that baby, I’ll release Satoru Gojo and after he kills me, he can tear your precious master limb from limb. Now, do you want to keep wasting time?”

Uraume said nothing and dutifully returned into the bedroom where you groaned.

~

Everything started to slow down, the movements of your hosts, their bickering voices. Your excruciating pain washed over you in a state of euphoria as the final moments of labor loomed over you, their predatory gaze pressing you down. 

~

In the mix of screams and grunts the cries were soft, sounding a world away, slowly approaching until you were pulled back to reality. Your baby. You and Satoru’s baby. With a final exhaustive push they had entered the world. 

“It’s a girl,” Kenjaku cheerily announced as Uraume held the screaming newborn up. For a moment they almost disappeared from your view, leaving you alone with your daughter. She was beautiful. You choked back a sob, completely overwhelmed. She had a little tuft of white hair accompanied by identical lashes, the resemblance to your husband was uncanny. Your joyous relief was abruptly interrupted by Kenjaku’s unwelcomed voice. 

“What a beautiful girl she is,” he insincerely cooed.

Uraume swiftly cut the umbilical cord and went into the bathroom to clean the newborn in the sink. 

Kenjaku waltzed in front of you and inspected between your propped up legs. “My my (Name), Uraume was right. You're still bleeding.”

You said nothing. 

“C’mon, where’s that feisty woman I met two months ago? Doesn’t she have anything to say?”

Again you said nothing. 

He just sighed. “Childbirth never does you women any good. The one thing you should excel in, and yet you’re left as nothing but a shadow of your former self. 

Kenjaku briskly retrieved a small shopping bag from the corner of the room and pulled the contents out for you to see. 

It almost was enough to pull you out of your stupor. It was Satoru’s Hugo Boss coat.

“While you were passed out, I thought it was imperative to make a small trip back to your home.”

He walked up to your bedside and held it over you. 

“You see (Name), contrary to what you and the others think of me I’m not entirely cruel.”

Uraume exited the bathroom with your daughter in their arms. Her cries had subsided to tiny whimpers. 

Kenjaku continued his self congratulatory dribble.

“I brought this coat to wrap your daughter in, that way she’ll have a keepsake of her father.”

“Who she’ll never know,” you spat. 

He sighed and handed the coat to Uraume, who used it to swaddle the baby. 

“Say what you will. But time doesn’t pass in the prison realm. So in a way I’m the most humane don’t you think?”

You scoffed with what strength you had left. 

“Humane? How is robbing my daughter of her life anything but cruel?”

He smirked. “You jujutsu sorceres are so hypocritical. Tell me, how are my actions any different than those that you take with your students? Remember your precious friend Yu Haibara? Wasn’t he robbed of his life?”

You clenched your jaw. 

“How dare you say his name you bastard.”

He ignored your insult and continued. 

“If his parents will never see their son grow, then why should you have the privilege with your daughter?”

Before Kenjaku could finish you off he abruptly staggered backwards, the look of glee he sported was quickly replaced with a mortified one. 

“No, no, don’t,” he cried. 

Then he shook his head and clenched his jaw in irritation. “I’ve already told you to stop interfering. Even in death you refuse to lay dormant.” 

His complaints proved meaningless as his right hand shot straight into his chest, failing to severely impair him.

He let out a bitter laugh as he pulled the bloody fist out. “You are by far the most disagreeable host I’ve ever had, Suguru Geto.”

Uraume roughly grabbed Kenjaku’s arm. “Stop this. These games of yours are only stalling our goals.”

He sighed in defeat. “I suppose you're right. I got a little carried away.”

Kenjaku turned to face you. 

“I suppose this is the last time we’ll see each other. If you die before Uraume can bring you to Sukuna, I’d love to have you as one of my cursed spirits,” he admitted.

“I’d rather be eaten by that devil,” you weakly grunted.

He gave you a small wave and headed out the door. “You might just get your wish. Goodbye.”

You shifted your gaze to Uraume.

 “Let me hold my baby,” you demanded.

They just wrinkled their nose. You’ll only contaminate the potential of her cursed energy. I’ll be preparing her for our departure. When I come back, I hope you’ll be dead. I can always find Lord Sukuna something more refined to eat.”

~

“Stay here for a while, Uraume,” Kenjaku ordered. “I want to record her time of death.”

They sighed at the request, wanting to return to their masters side instead of play nurse.

“Alright.”

~

“Satoru,” you scolded. “This is serious.”

You swatted him away as he tried to go in for another kiss. 

The two of you sat in bed together, trying to pick a name from ‘100,000+ Baby Names.’

“I am being serious,” he argued as he kissed your shoulder. “I already have the name I want.”

You rolled your eyes at him. 

“I already told you we’re not naming our baby Bert. He’s not a sixty year old man.”

Satoru looked at the page you had stopped on. 

“Mari’s a pretty name,” he mused as he pointed to it.

You hummed in acknowledgement. 

“And if it’s a boy we’ll name him Bert,” he concluded.

“Well for the baby’s sake I hope it’s a girl, because I like Mari too.”

You smiled despite yourself and kissed his lips. 

“It doesn’t matter what their name is. We’ll love them no matter what,” you confirmed.

~

Mari, your daughter. 

‘Satoru, I’m not sure if I can fulfill my promise and survive, but I’ll die trying.’

~

Your body was throbbing. It took everything in you to sit up. You just needed to get your daughter and take her to Jujutsu High. You were informed by Kenjaku some time ago that Ieiri had remained at the school under orders from the higher ups. If you could get Mari there, she’d be safe. 

You trusted Ieiri to find a safe home for your daughter, in the event that you died. Just until Satoru could get to her. And he would get to her, you knew he would. You stood up, already feeling the blood oozing out of you. You ignored that, combined with the searing pain and made your way out of the room. 

~

Uraume in the very dining room. 

Their back was turned away from you as you crept up behind them, holding your breath. You only had one chance to disarm them. You were significantly weakened by Kenjaku’s blow, so your cursed technique was less likely to kill Uraume, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t temporarily disarm them. You just prayed you could muster enough strength. Mari laid on the table in front of them, still wrapped in Satoru’s coat. 

‘I’m coming sweetheart.’

“Do you think Mommy’s dead yet?” they sadistically cooed.

“Why don’t you ask her,” you hissed. 

They turned around to find your hands gripping their throat. Before they could lift their hand to unleash their own technique you released everything you had. 

They twitched in your grip and pushed you back, causing you to stagger. Uraume attempted to grab you, but could only stumble and fall to the floor. 

“You bitch,” they spat. “What did you do to me?”

You didn’t even bother to reply. You scooped up your daughter and sprinted. Pure adrenaline helped you to push past the pain that coursed through your body, your daughter’s crying, Uraume’s threats. You just kept going. Down the hallways, out the front door, through the courtyard. 

“It’s alright sweetheart, Mommy’s here. I’m here,” you whispered. 

You miraculously passed the gates, after two months, you had managed to break out. But now was not the time to celebrate, you’d do that once you were at Jujutsu High. 

~

Gojo buried his head in his lap, mulling over the destruction he’s created around him. Multiple skulls lay shattered beneath his feet. Shards so sharp he contemplated picking up a piece and stabbing into his heart, his eyes, anything to stop this torment. He felt as if he’d been imprisoned for over a hundred years. What if he was released to meet some wasteland with only the ashes of his loved ones remaining?

He picked up a broken jaw bone with a jagged end, brushing his calloused thumb against it. 

“This is pathetic,” a familiar voice scolded. 

Satoru slowly looked up, his eyes widened when he came face to face with his former friend. His only friend. 

“Suguru,” he mumbled in disbelief.

He looked like he did years ago, when the two of them fought alongside one another at Jujutsu High. The same uniform, the same hairstyle, the same knowing smirk. 

“Okay, now I know I’ve lost it,” Satoru mumbled, dropping the jaw bone and letting it fall to the ground.

Suguru just stared down at him. “What do you think you're doing? Look at yourself.”

Satoru leaned over the edge of the small island of bones. His face was cut up and bloodied, with deranged eyes and a tattered coat. 

“This is how the strongest looks in confinement? This is pitiful.”

Satoru stood up with a scoff. 

“Big talk from the asshole who lost to a guy who couldn’t even use Jujutsu.”

Suguru should have been offended, but he just laughed. 

“And you took in his son, way to honor my memory.”

Satoru wanted to stay mad, but he couldn’t muster anything up. He felt himself quickly settling into their banter with ease. 

“What are you doing here? Are you real?”

“Not physically. But that’s not important right now. There’s not much time.” 

“What do you mean?”

“It’s (Name).”

Satoru went rigid. Images of Sukuna tearing into you came rushing back to him.

“She’s delivered the baby and is on the run in Kyoto. But Sukuna is about to reclaim his true form. And he’s using the Fushiguro kid as a current host.”

Satoru’s thoughts raced a million miles a minute. 

You were alive but in danger, he was a father, and Megumi was being exploited by that damn coward. 

“How do you know all this? Do you see what he sees?”

Suguru nodded. “And I can fight to take control. But only for short periods of time.”

Satoru briefly remembered him grabbing at his neck. Or Kenjaku’s neck. 

“I need to get out of here,” he mumbled. “But I’m stuck.”

“Ieiri and the others are about to unseal you.”

He let out a boisterous laugh.

“I knew they could do it.”

“You can’t leave here looking like that,” Suguru scolded. 

“Okay Mom.” he snorted.

But Suguru didn’t return his jovial tone. “How would it look if the strongest emerged from captivity broken down? Clean your face. Stand tall.”

So Satoru did just that, he leaned down over the small body of water and washed the blood from his body, the injuries miraculously vanished. 

He nearly jumped when he felt someone press some fabric against his cheek. 

It was the ghost of Riko Amanai who dried his skin, using her headband to do so. Unlike Suguru she was silent, but her actions were defiant. She disappeared as quickly as she arrived.  

Once he was clean he stood up. 

At the top of the void a small section of light began to poke through. Miniscule at first, then gradually expanding out to bathe the darkness with light. The skeletons screeched in agony as they evaporated into nothingness. 

All that remained was Satoru and Suguru. 

“Are you strongest because you're Satoru Gojo or are you Satoru Gojo because you're the strongest?”

He grinned and punched his shoulder. “I’m the only Satoru Gojo.”

The light consumed them, then there was nothing. 

~

Kenjaku stood in the dilapidated structure with a bewildered grin on his face. After two months Satoru Gojo stood alive and well. 

“It’s been a long time since you were able to relax. How was it?” 

“Hey,” Satoru greeted, his coat slipping from his broad shoulders. “You should choose your words more carefully. After all, they will be your last.”

Before he could obliterate Kenjaku, Uraume emerged from the shadows. 

“It’s done. Sukuna lives,” they cried in joy. 

Kenjaku smirked. “Looks like you're too late Satoru Gojo.”

The white haired sorcerer punched the ground where Kenjaku stood. He quickly dodged it before meeting his end. 

“Where are they?” he snarled. 

Kenjaku smirked. “If you're referring to your adopted children. Their bodies were discarded somewhere and taken by the former vessel. Still alive, but barely. But as for your wife and daughter, I believe their deaths are looming over them, and the cause is a hungry curse. 

In the blink of an eye Satoru was in front of Uraume. They barely had time to react, when he slammed his fist against their stomach. Blood spilled out of their mouth as they went flying back into a wall. Satoru pulled Uraume up from the rubble before they could catch their breath. 

“I hope you enjoyed seeing him again because I’m going to ensure his stay is short.”

With that, he warped and vanished.

~

You didn’t stop running until you hit an abandoned residential area. Equipped with condos and recreational areas. 

‘They must have been evacuated.’

You had hoped you’d at least be able to catch a train or cab to take you back to Tokyo, but it seemed your luck had run out. You didn’t give a damn though, you’d walk if you had to. 

You blinked back the black dots that flooded your vision, fighting tooth and nail to keep moving. 

You’d just have to keep going until you found an unaffected area. From there you’d find some method of transportation. You couldn’t stay here, in your current state you were like catnip to any lingering curses. 

Your breath hitched when you saw a figure in the distance. A familiar pair of blue eyes, unruly white hair. 

“Satoru,” you whispered. 

He quickly closed the distance and engulfed you in his arms. 

“(Name),” he murmured. “(Name), I’m here.” 

You sobbed in relief. “You’re alive. I knew you’d find us.”

He pulled away from you and took in the face of his baby, wriggling in her mother’s grip, protected in his coat. 

“Meet your daughter, Mari,” you croaked. 

“She’s beautiful,” he whispered, quickly noting the blood pooling beneath your feet. “You’re hurt,” he muttered. 

“Satoru we need to get Mari away-”

A loud crash through a nearby building caused the ground to shake. From the smoke a figure emerged. 

One with four arms and two faces. They wore a wicked sneer. 

“Well isn’t this a beautiful sight?” Sukuna cackled.

Mari started to cry.

Satoru held you a little tighter. 

Sukuna descended to the ground and stood before you, massive and intimidating, like standing before an escaped hell spawn. 

He rubbed his spear, eager to pierce it through the lot of you.

“I was only promised your precious whore as my first meal, but I could care less about Kenjaku’s plans. All three of your heads will mount the walls of my throne room when I’m done with you.

You could hardly breathe. The cursed energy radiating off of him was so overpowering it weighed you down. It was as if lead had been placed on your shoulders. 

“No,” Satoru firmly responded. “We’ll fight on my terms.”

~

You gasped when you felt yourself briefly float, stumbling to your feet again at the steps of Jujutsu High. 

Satoru scooped you up and rushed towards the main entrance. 

“Is anyone here?” he called out. 

Ieiri came rushing down the hall, staring in disbelief at the three of you. 

“You’re here,” she marveled. 

“Only because of you and the others. But listen, I can’t talk right now. (Name) is bleeding out.”

Ieiri’s gaze flickered to your current state and she nodded. “Follow me.”

~

Your husband gingerly set you down on the examination table in the lab. 

An unfamiliar face stood in the corner of the room. It was a man with a black streak across the bridge of his nose. When he noticed him, Satoru raised his fist to attack, only to be stopped by Ieiri. 

“It’s a long story but he’s with us now okay?”

He just glared at him. “I’m not leaving my family with him.”

“Satoru,” she scolded. “His and my technique are the only effective method to save (Name).”

“Satoru,” you croaked. “I trust him if Ieiri trusts him.”

He finally relented and turned his attention back to Ieiri. 

“Where is everyone?” he urgently asked. 

“Downtown, evacuating civilians. Yuji came back to drop off Megumi and Tsumiki.”

She answered his question before he could ask it. “They’re both fine. Megumi managed to expel Sukuna from his body before he could hurt his sister.”

He sighed in relief. 

“Then I need to get downtown.”

Sukuna would probably be drawn there.

He bent down and pressed his lips against yours. 

“Be safe,” you whispered.

He gently cupped your face. “I’ll always come back to you.”

You knew he would. 

You savored the last moment of his fingertips against your skin as he pulled away.

He’d always come back to you.

You shut your eyes as darkness overtook you. 

~

Satoru stopped to find Megumi at the end of the hall.

“Take me with you,” Megumi demanded. 

“I’ve been gone for months and that’s your response?” Satoru jested. “No welcome home or how have you been?”

Megumi just glared at him. “Stop screwing around.”

“You’re in no condition to fight,” Satoru argued. “You need to stay here with your family.”

“I’m not going to stay here and do nothing. Right now I need to be with the others. Let me help you.”

“I killed your father,” Satoru blurted out. “I’m not a person you should help out.”

Megumi was silent, rage coursing through him. “Are you telling me this to try to stop me from going? My father? Am I supposed to resent you and fall apart.”

“I  just want you to know. I just want you to know the type of person I am before you decide to help me.”

“Toji Fushiguro is nothing but a memory for me, and I have no intentions of living in the past. If you won’t take me I’ll walk.”

Megumi passed him and halted when he felt a hand grip his shoulder. 

“Okay, let’s go,” Satoru mumbled. 

~

You woke up in a soft bed in one of the spare rooms. Mari slept in a small cot beside you. You sat up and pulled off the covers. The bleeding had stopped and the pain had vanished. 

The mysterious man from earlier looked up from his spot in the corner. “Oh, you’re awake. Dr. Shoko should be back in a minute.” 

You hummed in acknowledgement, leaning down and scooping up your daughter.

“Thank you…”

“Choso,” he informed you. “Technically speaking, Choso Kamo.”

Your mind flashed back to your dream of the woman in the shed. 

“I see, I’m (Name) Gojo. And this is my daughter Mari.”

Your daughter cooed in your arms.

~

“So, you’re half curse?” you asked.

“Yes, but I was told to live as a human. I’m still trying to decipher what that means to me.”

Choso’s eyes wandered to Mari, and he tilted his head in curiosity. 

“Would you like to hold her?” you asked.

He hesitated, but nodded. You got out of the bed and sat beside him on the ground. You handed him the baby. He fumbled a bit, but managed to get into a comfortable position. A small smile formed on his lips.

“I think you’ll be a fine human,” you assured him after a moment of silence.

He was grateful for your words and you were fortunate enough to grant them.

A pair of footsteps rushed to the door and pushed it open. You gasped in relief when you saw her. 

“Tsumiki!” you cried.

There she was, Tsumiki Fushiguro, alive and well. 

The young girl’s eyes filled with tears. She wasted no time rushing towards you and smothering you with a hug. 

“(Name)!” she sobbed. “It was horrible.”

You cradled her in your arms. “I know. I know sweetheart.”

Ieiri came into the room with an unreadable expression, clutching her phone. 

They won.”

Your breath hitched and you tightened your grip around Tsumiki.

“The curses have vanished.” 

~

The End. 

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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Brothers in Arms: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Summary: You try one more time to get your dad to see how great of a man Spencer is but like before, it doesn’t go as well as you hope. Phoenix Arizona is dealing with a serial killer that is masquerading as gang members, but your team sees through the facade.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

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The three men leave under Hotch's orders, and they made a big discovery. The bartender wasn't much help since he doesn't know who the unsub is since it could literally be anyone. Around these parts, Reese has all sorts of enemies. He was a real hard ass that was always looking to get into it with someone who he pissed off. According to pictures of Reese when he was killed, he took a lot of beatings that left him with a lot of bruises.

Still, the bartender is adamant that he didn't get them at the bar. According to him, Reese was in an underground fighting club. It's actually a perfect place for the unsub to try and prove himself worthy. A beating might have been the unsub's stressor.

Once the location of the fighting ring has been revealed, your entire team along with Evans and his men headed over there. A fight is currently going down but not for long.

"FBI! Get on the ground!" Derek yells when he enters. "Get on the ground! Don't move!"

Everyone gets down on the ground so that each officer is able to handcuff them, but one person doesn't get on the ground. He's actually pretty calm despite what's happening.

"We ain't breaking no laws here, Officer. Agents, no matter what it looks like--"

"I think he's trying to let us know they have a right to be idiots," Em scoffs.

"They do, but not here," Evan says. "Listen up, folks. This warehouse is not private property. It is owned by the city, which means y'all are going to jail."

"We ain't hurting nobody, except maybe each other," the man chuckles even though Evans is handcuffing him.

"Yeah, I feel you, but we're still taking you in."

"Unless you want to answer some questions and make all this go away," Derek quickly says.

"So ask me."

"Do you know this man?"

Rossi shows a picture of Reese, the bouncer to the man.

"Yeah. I heard what happened to him, but I didn't kill him."

"No, but someone who came here did."

"No way. Boom could take all of us."

"We're not looking for a tough guy," you say. "The man we're looking for probably lost every fight. He came in here trying to be a man but he failed. This guy went down easily, maybe even in his first fight. He probably reacted poorly to that to the point where you and your boys ridiculed him. This led him to pick up a gun."

"There was a guy. He called himself 'Animal'. He lost every fight but he kept coming back and getting in Boom's face, calling him out. When most guys lose big, they run home with their tail between their legs. This one freaked. There's something about that hand at your throat when you're beat. Knowing your opponent's got your whole life in his hand. It's primal, man."

"When he lingers, that's what he's doing to his victims," Rossi says to your team. "Proving his power over life and death."

"What's Animal's real name?"

"There are no names here. Just nicknames. Like me. I'm Beanie."

"Anything else you know about Animal?"

"Nothing. That's the way it works down here. We don't talk about it."

"What about a description?"

"Scrawny, white trash who thought he's a whole lot tougher than he is."

"Get him set up with a sketch artist," Derek says to Evans who escorts him out. "There's not a whole lot of choices left to do here. Based on his escalating timeline, this guy's about to strike again soon. I think there's really only one thing we can do."

Derek's bright idea is to call a press conference so that Hotch is ahead of this before the unsub can strike. The more people know about this, the more people will be on the lookout. Spencer is the only person who hung back,s o while Hotch is giving the press conference, the rest of the team heads back to the police department.

"Earlier today, the Phoenix police announced the suspect responsible for the deaths of five Phoenix officers had been caught. That is not the case. The killer is still at large. There have been quite a few mistakes made over the course of this case that could have been avoided. As a result of this, the FBI is officially taking charge of the investigation. We have established a tip line, and a sketch of the subject is being released to the press. We encourage anyone with any information about the shooter to contact us immediately."

Since you have a pretty good idea of who this man is, you have a working profile you know will help get him caught. Evans and Commander Marks gather everyone so they can hear what your team has to say.

"The man we're looking for is a narcissist desperate to prove his masculinity. He does this by going after high-risk targets like gang members and police officers. Because he's a narcissist, this unsub will be following the investigation closely."

"By pretending to take over the investigation, we've put ourselves above the local police, thus suggesting that we're tougher to take out. This issues the unsub a challenge that he won't be able to ignore.

"And painting a target directly on agent Hotchner's back," Rossi comments.

"All the attacks, with the exception of the last one, have taken place in the Twelve's territory. This is the unsub's hunting ground and he's unlikely to stray from it. Locations have multiple vanish points for the shooter, but limited access and exit routes for his victims. We'll be looking for a similar situation. This should happen very quickly."

"Don't forget," Rossi adds, "this guy managed to take out five cops by himself. He's smart and fearless. He won't be easy to take down."

"I got someone on the tip line," Jordan interrupts. "He says he knows where the unsub lives, and it fits the criteria."

She hands over a piece of paper of what the street and area look like, and Spencer takes it to compare it to the map.

"2717 Gelson Avenue. It's in the Twelve's territory, just off the main street. It looks like there's a series of smaller feeders and allies nearby. This could be it."

"Let's go," Evans says eagerly.

"Slow down, Lieutenant. He'll be expecting us--all of us. This is his last stand. He's going to want to make it count. What do you know about the area?" Hotch asks.

"It's rough with lots of dead-end streets and allies. There's a gas station a couple of blocks down, but that's about it."

Spencer gets Penelope on the phone and places her on speakerphone.

"Hey, Garcia? Can you get us a satellite image of 15th Avenue and Gelson?"

"Of course. Real-time satellite image shows not a whole heck of a lot. I've got a two-story apartment building with no activity of any kind and no cars out in front. Oh, there's a car down the street, but no heat registering so the engine must be cool. Satellite monitoring the last twelve hours is like library quiet. A truck and two cars left in the morning but nothing came in."

"Thank you, Garcia." Spencer moves the picture of the street Jordan brought in so everyone can see it on the table. "There's a major street in front on the east side, an ally, and two smaller streets to the north and south right here."

"Lieutenant, Commander, I need a sniper here and here," Hotch points. "Once they're set, the bulk of the squad cars can approach from the south, and the rest of us from the east very quietly. From this point forward, everybody goes in on foot. Y/N, you and I go in first. Rossi, Morgan, and Prentiss are behind us. Jordan, you and Reid stay here and work the tip line."

"Stay safe, my loves," Penelope says.

You're only with Hotch because you'd be able to feel where the unsub is if he's even here at all. Derek is the more viable choice to be with Hotch since they're both bulky and strong men, but you have what most don't.

However, even before entering, you didn't feel anyone inside much less the unsub. He's not here and an extensive search proves that. The Commander and Evans are disappointed, but you knew you'd get some false alarms. Still, this seems to be a good place to keep watch, so Commander Marks will have to put his guys on shifts watching the place in case Animal comes back to it.

You head back to the police station to come up with another plan, and you stretch as soon as you get out of the back seat. Hotch gets out of the driver's side just as the rest of the team heads for the front door. You look in the window of the car, and that's when every hair on the back of your neck stands up.

He's here. You can feel him. Hotch is the one who gave the press conference, and now Animal is going after Hotch.

"Hotch, he's here," you whisper so only he can hear you. "He's right behind us."

"Keep walking."

You and Hotch walk past the cars in the parking lot without looking back. Animal is following behind so he can get BHotch and escape, but you're not going to let it happen. There is a big van that you're passing by, but you use it as a diversion. As soon as you disappear behind it, you and Hotch quickly turn around. Animal looks on the other side but is confused when he doesn't see you and Hotch.

He turns to leave but you and Hotch are standing in his way. He goes to shoot, but Derek slams him into the car to prevent that. Since the real unsub is caught, Playboy can be let go. He's been innocent in this case all along, but you know it won't be the last time he's ever in this police department.

A press conference is called to announce the killer has been caught, so everyone is gathered outside to record it or watch it. Playboy stuck around for reasons you wish weren't. Animal is in handcuffs and is being transported from the police department to a prison, but Playboy has other plans.

It was his intention to make Animal pay for what he did to Bobby Q, and he shot him in front of everything. One shot to the chest and Animal died because of it. Playboy will be going to jail, but you know he doesn't care.

All you can think about is going home and relaxing in your bathtub with the nice bath salts Penelope got you. You and Spencer are at the plane again by yourselves as you two wait for everyone to get there. With the case out of your mind, you're forced to think about what happened with your parents.

"You've been quiet all morning. Is everything okay?" Spencer asks you.

"I'm really sorry, Spencer," you sigh shakily.

"For what?"

"For the way my dad is treating you. You don't deserve it. I should have never suggested this lunch in the first place. All I do is try to make him see what a wonderful guy you are, but he refuses to listen. I feel like such a shitty girlfriend for allowing this. I should be able to control my dad a little bit."

"No, don't feel that way. You're not a bad girlfriend, and you don't have to apologize."

"He's always acted this way with my other boyfriends but never to this extent. My mom wasn't much help either."

"Hasn't that always struck you as weird?"

"He's just being protective."

"I worry about you."

"I know you do, but there's no need to be. There's nothing going on with my parents. They're just old school."

You've been telling yourself that ever since you were a child, and you're going to continue telling yourself that. You've had a lot of problems in your life, but you're not going to make your parents one of them.

"...for he today who sheds his blood with me shall be my brother." - William Shakespeare

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[prof-peach]

Hi,

I'm making a dnd campaign with a pokemon module of 5e and wanted to use a bit edited version of Dotaku Island, Prof. Peach and the crew cause I like your headcannons and work nice with my idea of the inner workings of the Pokemon world.

Is it okay to use them?

It's a campaign with friends and we're not making any profit from it, but still wanted to ask cause now more than ever artist consent is important (even when nothing about this is goong online so normally people woukdn't ask, but I also wanted to say I've been a huge fan of your work for a long time so two birds with one stone ig).

Either way, thanks for showing your work to us here on tumblr and hope this ask isn't too weird :)

Haha sure go for it, I’m chill with non-profit use, and if you ever do post junk let me know so I can snoop.

Fun notes for anyone who may be inclined to do this: THESE DO NOT NEED TO BE USED NOR FOLLOWED, PICK AND CHOOSE IF YOU PREFER.

North is off limits, no exceptions. Being caught there will get you removed from the island on the first ship back to your original region. You will struggle to return here if found in the north. Patrols line the fences to make sure no one goes in, night and day.

Players will take damage if they try to touch peach in any way. Treat her as a high level monk/Druid, who 1000% will throw hands with u and your Pokemon given a good reason. Cold and distant to approach, pawns players off to other staff at any given opportunity. A hermit who will humour you if you can appeal to her better nature, or great desire to fight things. You may lose but it’s the trying that counts.

Wisdom saves (DC28) with Val if you try to touch her. Not only will you gain force damage if you succeed (half damage) or fail (full damage) to lay hands on her, but you’ll see horrifying illusions for a minute relating to loved ones. Frightened condition until a long rest, compelling you not to approach further. I cannot stress this enough. Penalise players for trying to touch her, peach will bluntly warn you once, after that you’re on your own.

Grey regularly hands out handy snacks that may help heal or buff teams. He is warm and open, a good person to approach for hints and tips. Notably found in his labs or out running errands, he’s always kind and gentle, unless that is you threaten his home or his loved ones in a severe way. He is scarier than peach when he’s pushed too hard.

Plenty of staff roam around to offer aid or information, ranging from gardeners, cleaners, shop staff, and specialist keepers who maintain the visitors sections.

A groomers, cafe, food stands, daycare, small fairground with rides and games, a hotel, lighthouse, port, greenhouses and of course multiple lab and practical spaces exist, amongst other interesting buildings.

The resident ranger can offer assistance but she is known to stay quite busy, and so getting her attention may prove difficult if it’s a trivial issue.

Adoption zones are the only approved areas to catch Pokemon, and even then it’s a process that requires a test and paperwork, so everyone involved is able to provide adequate care to the mons in question, and so they know any pre existing conditions.

The islands purpose is recovery, so human needs come in second. The Pokemon will always come first, a fact some visitors may have issue with. The staff will not care and continue to do their job without concern for this.

Year round events make the island busy and people are welcomed to join in with whatever’s going on, be it chilli cooking contests, fairs, pageants, board rental for the sweet ocean waves, or watching a migration pass by. There’s always something to do!

This is all optional, just have fun with it, and I hope your players enjoy! If they ask about it, redirect them to the blog so they can dive on into the content.

[darerendevil]

For archive purposes: October, 2012

A lean, slight, tousled figure in a sailor-striped T-shirt and buckle-back trousers, Cillian Murphy walks into an upscale Japanese restaurant in downtown Manhattan. As he says hello, sits down, and looks around the room with his extraordinary ultramarine blue eyes, I form my first impressions: kind, gentle, sensitive, good-humoured, with no visible traces of the villains, psychopaths and other tortured souls he has played so convincingly on stage and screen. He also looks a little weary, and there is good reason for this.

“I’ve had kind of a crazy week this week,” he says in a mellifluous Irish accent with a rich grainy timbre. “I was in the Ukraine for a film festival. I’ve been all over America promoting a film called Red Lights, which I’m in with Robert De Niro. Yesterday was The Dark Knight Rises premiere here in New York, and this afternoon we fly to London for the next premiere. It’s all part of the job, I suppose, but it’s certainly not the reason why you do it.”

The waiter arrives with water and menus, and after some study, Cillian (pronounced Killian) decides on a salad of shitakes and market greens, followed by the sashimi. “I’m a vegetarian who occasionally eats meat and fish,” he says. “I like a drink too, but I won’t just now. I’ll stick with water.” I order the Kobe beef and ask the waiter to bring out a glass of red wine with it.

Some actors enjoy talking about themselves and their films, and they do it well. Cillian does not count himself among them. “I’m getting less hung about it, but when I started, the whole promotion aspect was an ordeal to be endured,” he says. “I just don’t have a great facility for it. I try to be interesting and spontaneous but it’s so hard when you get asked the question fifty or a hundred times over. You hear your little anecdotes going stale. Yes, it was fantastic to work with Robert De Niro, but you can only say it so many times, you know? I’ve always thought, just judge me on the work. What else matters? I’m an actor and that’s what I do.”

There’s an assumption in the media that actors are all competing in the same horse race for A-list stardom, and that an actor like Cillian Murphy, who seems poised on the very brink of it, with the perfect combination of looks and talent, must surely be yearning to get there. Journalists find it hard to accept when he tells them that that the only thing he cares about is the work, and the rest of it is to be endured. But this is why he avoids celebrity parties and keeps himself out of the gossip pages. He attends his own premieres, because he has to, but he won’t go to anyone else’s and he dreads the four-minute television interview on the red carpet.

Off screen, he lives a quiet, normal life that he likes to keep as private as possible. He’s married to Yvonne McGuinness, a visual artist, and they’ve been together since he was 20. They have two sons, Malachy and Aran, and shuttle between their house in North West London and the ancestral sod of County Cork.

“I’ve always felt that the less the public knows about you, the more effective you can be when you go to portray someone else,” he says.“For actors to reveal so much about themselves, and allow their personal selves to be owned by the media and the public, I find at odds with trying to lose yourself in a character. And that’s the thing I’m after. That’s what drives me. I’m 36 now, and I still have a real hunger for it.”

He thinks the desire to perform for an audience is something genetic, a personality trait that lives in the DNA, and it first expressed itself in his youthful attempts to be a rock star.“Of all the arts, music is still the one that affects me on the deepest level,” he says. “My parents were teachers, not artistic types, but there was always music in the house, and all four of us kids learned to play music. I was in a few different bands, playing guitar, singing and songwriting.”

One of those bands was called The Sons of Mr Greengenes, after the Frank Zappa song. They were offered a five-album deal by Acid Jazz records, but turned it down, because the deal was a swindle and Cillian’s parents disapproved of the music business. At the same time, Cillian recognised that he’d reached the ceiling of his musical talent, and would never be as good as he wanted to be. He went to law school in Cork “for no good reason,” and then one day he wandered into a production of Clockwork Orange staged in local nightclub.

“If your first theatre experience is a bad one, it’s unlikely you’ll go back,” he says. “But my first theatre experience was an extraordinary one. It was dangerous and sexy and electric, and just astonishing. I’ll always love music, but here was another form of live performance, just as exciting.”He pestered the theatre company, and after some starter roles, he was cast in the lead of Disco Pigs, a strange and brilliant play by Enda Walsh about a sick, twisted, obsessive relationship between a deranged boy and a slightly less deranged girl next door. The play was a huge success, touring for several years, reaching as far afield as Toronto and Copenhagen, and in 2001 it was made into a film. Pale, beautiful and androgenous, with outsized lips and impossibly blue eyes, Cillian Murphy looks as though he drifted down to earth from some other galaxy, or floated up from a cave kingdom beneath the Irish Sea. This ethereal, otherworldly quality has been a great asset to him as an actor, and many of his films have taken place in imaginary realms or the future.

His big breakthrough came in 2002 when he was cast as the lead in Danny Boyle’s 28 Days Later, and required to fight his way through a post-apocalyptic London full of zombies. He went to outer space in Boyle’s Sunshine, and Gotham City for Christopher Nolan’s Batman trilogy, in which he plays the sinister psychologist Scarerow. Nolan cast him again in Inception, as the target man for Leonardo DiCaprio’s team of dream-jackers.He’s also played a transvestite for Neil Jordan in Breakfast On Pluto, a creepy villain for Wes Craven in Red Eye, and a reluctant freedom fighter turned zealot for Ken Loach in The Wind Shakes The Barley, an epic about the Irish war of independence set in his native Cork. In all, he’s done 26 feature films, and while some of them haven’t turned out as well as he hoped, there are no bad or stupid films in his biography.

“You have to go in with good faith, and believe that this is best performance you’re ever going to give,” he says. “I’ve never done a film I didn’t believe in. I’ve never done a film for the money. Fortunately, I’ve been in some big budget films that were smart, and the money has given me the freedom to do small budget films and theatre that I’ve felt passionately about. An example is this movie Broken, which is a kind of version of To Kill A Mockingbird transposed to contemporary London. It’s a tiny, tiny budget film, and I’m just so proud of it. It’s such an emotionally brave piece of film-making.”Another example is Misterman, a one-man play that he performed earlier this year in Ireland, Brooklyn and London. Written by Enda Walsh, who got him started in Disco Pigs, and has become a close friend, it required him to play seven different characters imagined by the main character, and earned him the best reviews of his entire career. “It was incredibly exhausting and incredibly satisfying. Sometimes I was doing two performances a day. I don’t think I’ve ever been so tired, or so happy. It was very pure. It was all about the work. The commerce aspect was tiny, compared to when you make a film, and there was none of the waiting around.”

The waiter sets down two beautifully presented plates, one of sashimi and one of beef, and pours me a particularly delicious glass of Bordeaux. Seeing the expression of delight on my face when I taste the wine, Cillian says, “You know what? I’ll have a glass as well then. I do like my red wine.” Then the conversation collapses into silence, grunts,and occasional exclamations, as our chopsticks deliver one morsel of culinary artistry after another into our mouths. This restaurant, 15 East, was recently named one of the best in New York, and for both of us, it’s one of the best meals of our lives. “Absolutely sensational,” says Cillian, who is finding no problem at all drinking red wine with sushi.

When the plates are empty, I ask him what it feels like to become a character. Is it a genuine transformation, or it just a matter of dressing up and pretending to be someone else? “It’s not always the same,” he says. “Some characters are just a slight adjustment, and some are a great distance away from you. I like to do research. I was playing a professional debunker in this movie Red Lights about the supernatural, so I went and hung out with physicists and professional sceptics and magicians, to understand that community. Actors tend to know a lot superficially about a great deal of things.”

I press him again: what does it feel like when you’re in character? “It’s most satisfying on the stage,” he says. “If it reaches the point of being transcendent, where you’re not actually conscious of being on stage performing, because you’re only aware of the character and his world and his needs, well, that’s what you’re always aiming for, that’s the moment that theatre people are always chasing. It’s the ultimate rush, if you will, for an actor, when the self disappears completely.”

One glass of Bordeaux leads to another. The waiter asks if we want dessert, and Cillian says no thanks, and I order something called a Shiratama parfait of red beans, matcha jelly and green tea ice cream.When it arrives, it is multi-coloured and visually spectacular with many more ingredients, and Cillian says, “Wow, look at that. My goodness, I might have to get a spoon of that.”

We both dig in, exploring an extraordinary combination of flavours and textures, with gums, jellies, brioche, red bean paste and more. “Oh man, what’s that green stuff?” he says, mining the lower layers now. “I have no idea what that is. It’s got that gummy vibe going on again. Fecking amazing.”

With a drop more wine, Cillian gets talking with great enthusiasm about books and music. Have I read the Irish writer John Banville, one of his favourites? Do I know the seminal jazz album Bill Evans Live At the Village Vanguard? Cillian found it recently on vinyl, being a great admirer of Bill Evan’s understated piano playing, and firmly convinced that vinyl is still the best way to listen to music. He loves Frank Zappa, Captain Beefheart, Van Morrison, Jack White, and the Irish writers Pat McCabe, Sebastian Barry and the late, great, mindbending Flann O’Brien. Cillian is signed up for the film version of O’Brien’s satirical postmodern comedy At-Swim-Two-Birds, along with Gabriel Byrne, Colin Farrell and Michael Fassbender, and he hopes it will go into production soon.

“I’m also hoping to do some telly,” he says. “The smart mid-budget movie, which has been my bread and butter, has been squeezed out quite a bit. People are very reluctant to take a chance on a smart $17 million movie. They’d much rather throw everything into a dumb $250 million movie. But you don’t find that in TV where the writing just gets better and better, and you’ve the opportunity to develop a character over many hours.”

When you’re interviewing an actor, it’s always difficult to know if you’re witnessing a performance or the real person, but I get the distinct impression that Cillian Murphy is not only a nice guy, but maybe even happy and fulfilled. Is this true? “Well, the insecurity is always there,” he says. “It’s a necessary aspect of being an actor, or a writer for that matter. You have to have that insecurity. I used to feel like a failed musician pretending to be an actor, but that’s less of a worry now. I’ve found my form, I’ve found the right outlet for my impulse to create, and yes, I’m pretty happy. I don’t believe you have to be a tortured person in order to make great art. It needn’t always come from a place of pain, although there seems to be a romantic view of that.”

When he was a boy, all he wanted to do was hang around with artists and creative people, but he was stuck in a school in Cork where rugby and academia were the only things people seemed to care about. “Now, weirdly, I’ve found myself in a position where all my friends are artists. It’s a good place to be, I think, and that’s a real source of happiness, especially when we collaborate on stuff.”His ambitions for the future are very simple. In theatre, film or television, in collaboration with the best writers and directors, he wants to make great art, and keep on making it. “I can’t remember which director said it, but he said it takes 30 years to make a good actor,” he says.

“Longevity matters. I’m 16 years in, just over the hump, and when I’m 50 I should know if I’ve mastered my trade, or failed gloriously.”When the dessert and Bordeaux are finished, I ask for the bill, and the waiter brings it with two complementary glasses of dessert wine and a tray of petit fours. “I’m a big fan of your work,” he says to Cillian.

“I’m a big fan of your restaurant,” says Cillian. “How fantastic. What a meal. I wish all interviews could be like this.”As we walk out pleasantly buzzed into the bright furnace of a New York summer afternoon, I notice that Cillian doesn’t appear to have a mobile phone. “I left it in a taxi yesterday,” he says.

“Within half an hour, someone had called my wife and made arrangements to return it. I’m going to pick it up now before I go to the airport. It gives you faith, man. My publicist has lost two wallets and a phone here, and gotten them all back, with none of the money missing. It’s not something people expect from New York, but there you have it.”

Then I see the waiter from 15 East running down the street towards us, and I wonder if he’s going to ask Cillian for an autograph. But no, by odd coincidence, the waiter is holding my mobile phone, which I must have left in the restaurant. “You see what I mean?” says Cillian. “It gives you faith. Alright, best of luck, and I’ll be off now.”

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sorry for manhwa-posting guys it's not gonna stop

u kno wat I may as well give my thoughts on some of the ones I read:

semantic error - classic, everyone knows it, despite me being lukewarm about it it has some moments that made me go WAOUUGGHH.....nice, low-stakes fun read but if u hate miscommunication u r gonna have a bad time. the art is Very good though.

concubine walkthrough - EVERYONE SHOULD READ THIS NOW!!!!! villainess transmigration story with chinese-style court politics, discussions about AI, VR, reality vs dream, and a plot twist at the end that makes you go AOUUGHGBGB!!!!! it made me ugly cry twice!!! READ IT NOW!!!!!!

lost in the cloud - currently ongoing, I stayed up till 7am reading this one. it starts off light and then hits u with The Trauma hammer and reveals its true colours (2 dudes dealing with The Horrors and being absolutely not normal about it). it deals with very heavy topics like bullying, SA, CSA, abusive parents, like these kids cannot catch a break. the characters are really well written and believable, their interactions are so raw and painful at times. I am obsessed. I need them to be happy or im going to cry. it really isn't for the faint of heart, I'm not one to be fazed by heavy topics in fiction but I felt so anxious during some chapters, like the way the scenes are depicted and drawn are so visceral. I also gotta say the art is BANGING.

dreaming of the dokkaebi (18+) - currently ongoing, VERY promising so far. I am a hoe for modern-day supernatural romance, especially when there's reincarnation shenanigans involved. there's a lot going on between the 2 leads and I love the incorporation of korean mythology and exorcism in the worldbuilding aouuggh...literally my cup of tea.

how to refuse the route - lighthearted low-stakes otome isekai where the protagonist is trying his absolute darnedest to NOT romance any of the characters (he is failing). It's pretty unserious fun, and I also love the ML in this one. pls give me more fucked up little guys. the story is starting to go in an interesting direction tho and I'm curious to see how it ends.

the guild member next door - very light unserious fun, basically what if ur online friend/crush that u met in a game is ur neighbour, but you never met irl so u don't know that?? it goes hard on the in-game mechanics and spends a lot of time building up the in-game friendship before starting to delve into the irl relationship. it's a slow burn and brother I am here for it.

netkama punch - this situation is something you'd read on aita reddit and think to yourself "there's something definitely wrong with both of you and I hope you don't involve anyone else in whatever the fuck is going on between you 2". it's so wacky and funny, definitely not one to take super seriously.

love in orbit (18+) - I originally read this bc there's a tall hot alien mommy in it, but the actual story is actually quite sweet. I also love the way the artist draws bodies in this one, for once the proportions don't make go "brother eughh". it's pretty light and low-stakes, but I was surprised by the discussions on loneliness and parental neglect/abuse that were a throughline in this series. the sex scenes are 🔥🔥

tears on a withered flower (18+) - still pretty early in serialization but I'm already so interested in where this is going homegirl needs to throw her entire husband out!!! an illustration of how an abusive relationship can wear a person down and eat away at them. seriously I hope she and her new man beat the shit out of her husband.