#but Double Trouble is good and still in progress

[hyuckswoman]

mark and you arguing pt1

pt2

genre: angst (doesn’t have good ending but i can make a pt2)

summary: you don’t like how touchy one of your boyfriend’s friend is, when you try to tell him, he doesn’t listen

pairing: mark x y/n

“no mark you don’t understand and that’s fine, i never asked you to understand either way” you say putting your things down and closing your front door behind you 

earlier that night, you and mark were on a double date with his childhood friend and her situationship? you thought it was her boyfriend but seeing the dynamic up close you understood how wrong you were 

the date was going okay at first. since her situationship was so entertaining, it completed shifted your focus away from the fact that you had barely taked to your boyfriend ever since stepping foot inside of the restaurant, not only that but you had also failed to see how her hand was on mark’s forearm and didn’t look like it was going to move in any second. 

you’re not normally the jealous type but seeing how there’s been a few instances where she had stepped over the boundaries you put with your bf and when you told him about it he just shrugged claiming that “she’s an old friend, she’s bound to be…comfortable” you were apprehensive of the evening. 

and you were right to be! the whole evening was basically her flirting and eye fucking mark, cutting you off when you were speaking, barely paying any attention to her date i mean hell even YOU talked more to him than she did. 

the more the evening progressed the more you dread coming home, yea it meant she wouldn’t be here anymore but it also meant you having to be vocal about your feelings and a possible argument with mark because of course his friend could never be in the wrong 

“why are you being like this? each time we hang out with her you’re always mean and tense about it, i don’t get why you have a vendetta against her” you boyfriend says taking off his coat following you into the living room 

“it’s not like i don’t have a reason to have a vendetta against her mark, she was flirting with you all evening! and i don’t even understand why you’re picking a fight with me, i bit my tongue on purpose and didn’t tell you shit and wasn’t planning to just to avoid this so i’m having trouble understanding why we’re even having an argument right now” you say sitting on the sofa hoping he’ll let it go

but of course he doesn’t 

“oh so now i’m so scary and intimidating that you can’t communicate? and we’re having an argument because tonight, just like every night we’ve ever spend with her you were in a pissy mood. do you know how embarrassing it is to have to apologize for your behavior each time” mark says 

“no one asked you to apologize, i kinda think it’s crazy how you’ve never even taken the time to maybe wonder why i dislike her so much mark” you answer anger rising 

“i know why you’re like this, it’s because you’re jealous” your boyfriend answers

“i’m sorry? yea you’re gonna have to elaborate on this one” you say

“i don’t know maybe it’s because her and i get along or the fact that we were a thing for a short while maybe that makes you insecure or something” you boyfriend says ever so casually 

“what the fuck?? she doesn’t make me insecure i’m just tired of having to explain to you why it bothers me to see one of your friends eye fucking you while you let it happen. i can’t even have a man be in the same vicinity as me before you start to lose your shit mark. Like i really don’t care that you and her were a thing because you’re with me now so unless it’s an issue i need to worry about I don’t see why I’d be jealous? But if you’re gonna be mad at me for being in a ��pissy’ mood i never want to hear you complain about any men apparently flirting with me ” you say getting up, if you see his face you might start to hit it at this point 

“I still don’t understand why you’re being so bitchy, if her and i were still dating, she would’ve never done this to me” mark says instantly regretting his words 

“So it is something i need to worry about then.. you know what? go date her or something i don’t care mark, maybe she’ll appreciate you acting like a dick” you say sighing. this argument honestly tired you, repeating the same things over and over again tired you but what could be done? 

you were starting to head upstairs to brush your teeth and head to bed when mark gripped your arm preventing you from leaving 

“let go mark” you ask tiredly 

“i’m sorry” he says apologizing 

“okay, now let go” you ask and he shakes his head no 

“please i’m tired i want to sleep let me go” you say as you forcefully remove your arm from his grip, if he wasn’t going to let you go, you’ll leave 

“we don’t go to sleep mad at each other” mark says still blocking your way 

“maybe sometimes we do, plus i’m not even mad at you now please move i want to brush my teeth and you’re blocking the path” you say 

“i’m sorry” mark says 

“i heard you the first time” you answer giving up on brushing your teeth settling to  find a place to sit in your shared house 

“talk to me, please” your boyfriend pleads 

“i have been talking to you mark! ever since the first hang out i told you how she would make backhanded comments about me, then told you how it made me uncomfortable how touchy she was with you, then told you i didn’t want to hang out with her anymore so you could go see her alone and i also told you how her eye fucking you and making me feel like i’m bothering you guys annoyed me. mark you just never listen, and since you don’t listen i sit back, bite my tongue and try my best to act nice but it’s not because she’s your friend that i’m going to let myself get walked over” you say as mark finally lets you in your bedroom where you just lay down to sleep 

“you’re right i’m sorry” mark says hugging your figure thankful that you still communicated despite his actions 

“no you’re not, you say this every time the proceed to do it all over again, anyway good night mark” you say turning so your back faces him just wanting to be done with the conversation because you were starting to feel bad for acting this way when you have every right to be upset. Mark on the other hand is biting his lip realizing that he seriously messed up and needs to make it right somehow. 

because he’d 100% rather never talk to that one friend than have you feel the way you’re feeling right now, at the end of the day, nobody compared to you and he now realized how little he’s been showing it to you 

[peachesofteal]

dr. riley has me in a chokehold

(anon is talking about this and my previous ramblings about Simon as a shrink but they were too long ago so now they're lost to the ether, thanks Tumblr search)

He's in the pub.

The bar is a safe space. A spot where you can slink into the darkness and allow alcohol to nurse your wounds, the scars scratched into your mind so deep they'll never fade.

You can't do it yourself, so you let the drinks do it instead.

You've had enough tonight that you can't read the screen on your phone without going cross eyed, and the edges of your vision blur a bit.

You should stop.

But you won't.

The raw saw of the blades have finally stopped ringing between your ears. The buzzing hums at a low, tolerable whine.

You're ordering another one, when you spot him. Turned on your barstool, you catch a glimpse of his shoulders, the ones so wide, so thick he's more sequoia than man, his profile complete with the crooked nose, glasses resting on the bridge. He's shaking his head at another man, but when he shifts, you see her.

There's a beautiful woman at his side. Her hip rests against his thigh, beer cradled in her hand as she leans into him. All smiles. Beaming smiles, radiant like the sun.

Not broken, like yours. Scarred and misshapen, like yours.

You came back. But you came back wrong.

You're not stupid enough to see you're falling victim to the Florence Nightingale effect. Dr. Riley is kind, and patient, and he knows what you've been through. It almost feels like he understands you, knows you. He doesn't get angry when you struggle or fail, he lets you try again. He encourages you.

It's been a really long time since you've felt like anyone understands you.

And, the way he touches you has to be professional, but to you, it's starting to turn to something else. Something dark. Craven. His wide palm resting between your shoulder blades, a firm squeeze of your hand when he holds it, a soft rub of your shoulders. Practiced, therapeutic reassurance on one end, and the other: fire roaring through your body until you're slick with flames.

You're too distracted by your wandering thoughts, zoned out staring at the trio across the bar that the other man sees you, and cocks his head. Fuck. Like a slow motion car crash, you watch the man say something to Dr. Riley, the bulk of his body turning, searching through a sea of faces until his gaze lands on yours.

Double fuck.

Black tar wraps around your heart in vines, and your vision melts to double. You throw notes, too many, onto the bar top and nearly sprint for the exit, heavy wooden door squeaking on its hinges as you plunge into the cool air.

The world is spinning. The alley is dark, the asphalt is firm beneath your feet and still, everything turns on its side.

"Clover?" You turn, exerting too much energy to keep yourself upright, stable.

"Hi, Dr. Riley." He traces you from head to toe. Slowly. No doubt tabulating the state you're in, the way your eyes have trouble focusing, how your balance is blatantly askew.

"It's... good to see you, out and about."

"Oh. Yeah, well, I'm just here for the alcohol, ya know." It escapes from your mouth before you can shove it back down, and he frowns.

You've seen that frown before. It's the 'I'm worried about you, clover" frown, or the "I need to see more progress clover, you know that" or, your personal favorite, the "I understand you're upset, but I'm not going to compromise on making sure you have the care you need."

"Are you alright?"

"Oh yeah. I'm grand." You hold your arms out, palms up, babbling still, "I'm great, Dr. Riley, just peachy," and then try to spin for added effect. See? I'm fine. Totally fine. Normal, even.

It's embarrassing how fast you lose control and careen towards the pavement, your forearms coming up just in time to shield your face, alcohol burning in the back of your throat, warring with your control, attempting to come back up.

He lunges, heavy arm catching you around your middle. He's warm, scorching even, and you grip his forearm to try to get your legs beneath you. Once you're right side up, one of his hands settles at your shoulder and the other... your waist.

"S-sorry."

"It's okay." He's looking down at you, the glow from the street light catching in the umber flicker of his eyes, and you think you see something different in them, something deeper, something more. Your mouth is dry, and you lick your lips, his gaze dropping. You shudder, skin crawling with goosebumps and electric shock, confusing thoughts and feeling cycling through you like a storm. A storm destined to destroy everything in its path.

Stupidity blooms in your blood. You're close enough to smell the peat and sting of bourbon on his tongue, track the back and forth of his eyes as you rise to your toes.

A bold swell rises, a tide so strong it sweeps you to see, drags your toes across the sand like small weightless anchors, until you can no longer touch, until you can no longer see the horizon past the curve of the waves.

You let it drag you under. Fill your lungs. You let it push you further, faster, harder, and before you're even aware of it, your lips are pressed to his.

There's a beat. A single heartbeat, where you're fused as one and then-

He jerks backward, eyes wide. His hands envelope your shoulders and create as much distance between your body and his. He looks... surprised. Shocked even.

Not at all what you wanted.

What did you want?

He's still holding you by the shoulders. At first, it's confusing, because why would he do that? But when you listlessly tilt to the side, you understand. He's just keeping you upright.

The full scale veil of shame comes quickly. Horror coats your tongue. You fucking fool. You bleeding idiot. What have you done? He's inside with a woman, for fucks sake. The shock at yourself, at the loss of control, makes your chest tight, eyes darting around wildly, in a panic.

"Clover." You've never heard this tone before. It's serious, and very heavy. There's a hint of lecture in it, a shade of disappointment. "You're very drunk. Let me get you an uber so you can get h-"

"No." You jerk away, marveling at your ability to stay steady. "No, no. I... I'm sorry. I'm actually already waiting on one." Lie. How will you get out of that? "It'll be here... be here soon, 'round the corner." You pull every piece of your still functioning brain forward to get it all out without slurring too much, and melting into the ground from embarrassment. He gives you a stern look. It's awful.

"I'm jus' gonna go inside and grab my phone, okay? Stay put." He's still using that voice, the serious one without a hint of softness, the one that sounds nothing like the one you hear in therapy, when you're on his couch with your eyes closed, slowly walking through your thoughts with your eyes closed.

"Okay, sure." You try a reassuring smile, but he only scrutinizes you closer, before heading inside. He's moving fast, faster than you expected, but it won't matter. The block is short. You'll be a few away by the time he reappears.

You swallow your nausea, shake your limbs loose, and then...

you run.

[wh1msic4lwasab1]

𝐆𝐲𝐦 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 ೀ.ᐟ⭒๋࣭ ⭑

synopsis: your cluelessness at the gym leeds’s you to find yourself engulfed in the presence of toji fushiguro

tags: gym setting, close proximity and touching, no further sexual events

wrd cnt: 0.4k

a/n: i’m so feral abt toji ( self insert in a way bc i just got a gym members this week and got inspired…)

You've been going to the gym for a few days weeks, ever since you heard about their new sale you might as well have started now rather than paying double and not staying as consistent.

So far you’re feeling good, getting into a routine and starting to see some progress. But there's one machine that's been giving you trouble, the- pully machine thingy. You're not sure how to align your body right, or even what it's called.

That's when you see him. The almost concerningly muscular guy who always seems to be around when you're working out. He's got broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and legs that go on for miles. You've always been a little intimidated by him, but today, you're in luck.

'Hey, need some help with that machine?' he asks, nodding towards the machine with a small grin, earphone is hand.

'Uh, yeah, if you don't mind,' you reply, feeling a little flush.

He steps up behind you, his chest pressing against your back as he reaches around to adjust the machine. “So, what this does is isolate your bicep muscles…” His words are almost dimming in volume as you can’t seem to focus on anything else but his voice, his looming demeanor. His hands are huge, calloused from what is probably years of training. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, and your heart starts to race.

'Like this,' he says, guiding your hands to the bar. 'Keep your elbows in close to your body, and exhale as you lift.'

You follow his instructions, feeling the burn in your biceps as you lift the bar. His hands are still on your hips, holding you steady. You can feel the roughness of his fingertips through your gym clothes, and you can't help but think about what those hands would feel like elsewhere.

'Good form,' He says, his breath hot against your ear. 'Keep it up.'

You feel a shiver run down your spine as his hands slide from your hips to the sides of your ass, his entire hand almost palming an entire half of it. You almost gasp, your body tensing up as you feel something through his sweats, pressing against your lower back.

He doesn't seem to notice, or if he does, he doesn't say anything. He just keeps guiding you through the exercise, his hands never straying far from your body.

'Feeling good?' he asks, his voice low and husky.

'Y-yes,' you stutter, your mind racing.

“Good, you learn quick, smart girl.”

You can feel yourself getting a little too short of breathe, your body responding to his touch.

After a few reps, he gives you a small nod, retracing back to whatever machine he was working with earlier.

Wait, what was his name?

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

[strayflowersstarsandlove]

I don't mind (leeminho)

It wasn't the first time you and Minho had gotten a little carried away while making out. A quick peck on the lips while watching a movie on the couch had suddenly turned into a full on make out session that had the two of you scrambling upstairs, limbs intertwined and messy hair and and hands all over the place and really ... who could blame you?

You two had officially started dating only fairly recently but the more time you spent with him the more you wanted him all to yourself. Especially on some of his days off when the both of you felt way too lazy and too cozy to leave the house and would just hang out in your comfy sweats and drink tea while watching random shit on Netflix.

The thing is: even at his most relaxed and cozy, bare faced and untamed hair, your boyfriend looked exceptionally good. It was almost like his chill, quiet aura and casual look made him even more attractive in your eyes, like he was just there, existing in hot.

This time around there was something just so irresistible about his dark, fluffy and slightly messy hair and tired eyes and the way he had been repeatedly stroking your arm and the outline of your hip while you were staring at the screen, that it had all just made you want him so bad.

So there you were, straddling his lap as he sits on the edge of his bed, hands now firmly grabbing your bum, now moving your tangled hair away from your face as he hungrily kissed you and you tipped your head back is if to give him easier access and control, feeling your insides getting progressively warmer and tinglier with each and every of his moves.

You roll your hips gently, eliciting a low rumble in his throat as he reluctantly stops kissing you, wild eyes and short breath fanning your face as he slips his fingers past the hem of your shirt and starts to roll the fabric upwards, signaling his intention in taking it off of you. And that's when you freeze on the spot.

Your heart dropping to the base of your stomach, the very same arms you had wrapped around his neck now falling limp at your sides, your face turning into a frown.

"Whats wrong?", Minho asks, his hands stopping just short of your bellybutton, releasing your shirt that falls back down your sides with the motion. "I - I uh..." your breath catches in your throat a little and you stumble on your words, unable to meet his soft but intent gaze that searches your face for answers, "I - ugh", you sigh loudly and roll your eyes with frustration at your own self, "I have really ugly scars on my chest", you confess, mentally preparing for the same old speech you rehearsed so many times over in your head cause you knew the moment would eventually come.

For as much as you could always tell when he was feeling a little horny by the way he would smirk at you and tease you nonstop, Minho had never pressured you into anything, he really just initiated things and then was always trying to read your face and see how you'd react to his touch.

The more you seemed comfortable, eager even, to have him merely giving you that sort of attention, the more confident he grew and tried to test how far along you'd go. And truly, if it wasn't for how insecure your scars made you, you would have given him full permission to see you half naked ages ago.

Minho blinks at you, tilting his head to the side, slightly opening his mouth in that cute v shape as he looks at you confusedly, "I had a boob job okay? Back when I was 17. It was actually a breast reduction cause I had almost double d's and they were very uncomfortable and were causing me back problems and frequent chest pain and my rib cage was suffering and-" you stop rambling, catching your breath for a bit, still looking down at your lap as you further confess your troubles after a brief second.

"I don't regret it one bit. The best decision I made so far, really. But even though it's been years the scars never properly faded. The one on the left side is still a bit raised and rough to the touch and it's just... It's just - they look so bad".

The room falls quiet for what feels like an eternity when you know it's probably a few seconds, but at least now that you said it all you feel a little lighter, a little more confident as you slowly lift your eyes up to Minho who's still looking at you. "I don't care" he deadpans, his tone not even harsh just very... Indifferent? "I literally do not care, at all. I have a scar too, actually".

You barely have any time to register what's happening before he takes off his own shirt, revealing his toned chest, his pectorals prominent and his visible but softer upper abs which do show a darker patch of skin at the edges of a scar, "had to have surgery when I was a kid. I hate it. I don't want to talk about it. Never fully faded and never will but... It is what it is", he shrugs, his eyes quickly returning to your bewildered ones as you scan his beautiful chest.

"I think you look great", you breathe out, a genuinely fond smile creeping up your lips. You almost cannot believe he just exposed himself like that, only to make you feel better about your own scars.

Minho smiles back at you and sucks on his teeth, "thank you", his arms circle your waist and his hands rest on your lower back, bringing you a little closer to him, "you don't need to do this, though. You can take off your shirt or you can keep it on, either way I don't mind. I felt your tits before, I know they're great anyway".

[haikyu-mp4]

Hi! Your Haikyuu x 1D event sounds so exciting! I was initially going to request Better Than Words with Nishinoya but it's no longer available 🙈 If it's still available, could I please listen to I Would with Nishinoya instead? I love the song but I always found it sad. If it's still available, I'm excited to see how you write it, I'd always choose Noya over anyone ❤️ Thank you for doing this! Hope you're doing good!

Now playing... I Would

word count; 624 – gn!reader, for my 1D x Haikyu event

Training camp is not for the weak. That’s what Nishinoya said as he was forming an alliance with Tanaka and Yamamoto so that the three of them could protect their precious managers.

Kiyoko had managed to recruit you around the same time as Yachi, meaning you were still quite new to the volleyball club. Because Nishinoya was in your class, he saw it as his responsibility to make sure you were comfortable and happy. It might also be because of his huge crush on you, but that’s still up for debate.

Every moment he’s not immersed in a practice game, he’s keeping a watchful eye on you. His mental reports mostly say “smiling”, “looking cute” and “clapping, probably for me”, so he’s happy with the progress so far. You seem to be settling in very well.

Until there’s a break, and while he’s chugging down more water than what should fit in his body, he sees you flirting it up with Kuroo, standing between two of the courts.

Kuroo could never be the right guy for you. He could never treat you the way Nishinoya would. He’s also way too tall, it would be bad for your neck.

Noya’s gasp was audible and made you turn your head, only to see your favourite libero with his teeth practically bared like an animal. You chuckled under your breath, shaking your head and telling Kuroo good luck on his next game.

When you returned to your team’s side, you bumped your elbow into Nishinoya’s arm. “Hey there, tiger. Ready for the next set?”

Nishinoya lifted his chin with that cheeky smile on his lips. “Always.”

He acted like usual, most of the time. Nothing could disturb his focus as Karasuno’s guardian. However, any time off the court, his attention is dedicated to you.

Nishinoya watched as Kuroo offered up his dessert to you after dinner. As he made you swoon with his undeniable charm.

And as you’re on dishwashing duty one of the last evenings, Nishinoya strolls into the room and practically scares the life out of you. “Has he said he’s in love with you?”

“Who?” His hair is still dripping, he must have just washed up. You put down what you were doing and shake the soapy water off your hands.

“That boyfriend of yours, Kuroo Tetsuro.”

“Kuroo?” You laughed but then did a double-take. “Boyfriend?!” By now, Noshinoya had crossed his arms, and you almost wondered if you were in trouble.

“Has he said he’s in L-O-V-E? Because I would.”

“You… would?” you ask slowly, not quite understanding what the problem is. Noya walks closer and puts one hand on each of your upper arms.

“You’re literally so cool and pretty.” You looked down at each of his hands and then back at his face with wide eyes.

“Thank you,” you squeaked. “But Kuroo isn’t my boyfriend.”

Noshinoya blinked once, twice, and then quickly let go of you. A light blush blossomed on his cheeks as he realised he might have gotten ahead of himself there. “Right. That’s what I came in here to ask you…”

By now you’ve ditched your confusion to laugh at him, one hand covering your mouth so it wouldn’t be so loud. “Then the answer is no! But I appreciate the compliments.”

Noya chuckled, never one to falter for long. At least you’re laughing and not just awkwardly crawling away from him. “You can have as many as you want.”

“Because you’re in L-O-V-E?” Nishinoya thought his heart might beat out of his chest because that smug look on your face right then was exactly what made him fall so hard in the first place. The same look you had after naming his signature move rolling thunder.

“Exactly.”

masterlist

[thisisnotthenerd]

active stat tracking for never stop blowing up: episode 10

it's the final breakdown, ba-na-na-na

what a finale, folks. utter chaos. everyone's in costume and looking great.

and in the end, we're still looking at a split breakdown. there wasn't too much leveling up in this episode, but we saw some huge explosions with d20 rolls. vic/wendell had the best split at the end, with 1d4, 1d6, and 7d20.

two nat 20 gm moments, coming from izzy and rekha. everyone came and got what they wanted on both of their intervals.

wildcard? insane. the fact that they saved it for the last episode made everything work. it was the direct cause of wendell's insane weapons roll (131 given all of the tokens, 74 on the die). in the end they beat the system into doing what they needed for it to work, but straining the bounds of credulity and irreversibly altering the world of never stop blowing up.

it's interesting to think about what's changed since the beginning; initially i thought they were going to specialize more than they ended up doing, simply by the nature of the system. they did level up more in the skills they used more often, but each character did not stick to what would purely be the skillset of the avatar. the implication of the movie is that the avatars, without inhabitants, simply have d20s in all skills. in system, the players can level up to their peak in a single shot.

storywise, they emphasized the impact of outside influence on the movie--when you can make anything happen, the only logical progression is absurdity. the chances of blowing up decrease with each explosion, but never get so low that you can't continue to blow up. when you have the will, you can make your way.

paula donvalson / jack manhattan

abilities: Duelist, Relentless, Mastery (Brawl), Quick Healing, Protector, Grit, Wildcard, Interrogator, Mastery (Weapons), Lucky

stunts: d20

brawl: d4

tough: d12

tech: d20

weapons: d20

drive: d8

sneak: d6

wits: d10

hot: d8

liv skyler / kingskin

abilities: Wealthy, Trouble Maker, Demolitions, Quick Healing, Relentless, Wildcard, Criminal Conspiracy (Convenient Item)

stunts: d20

brawl: d20

tough: d20

tech: d10

weapons: d12

drive: d10

sneak: d4

wits: d20

hot: d10

andy 'dang' litefoot / greg stocks

abilities: Mastery (Brawl), Mastery (Weapons), Smokin', Quick Healing, Relentless, Mastery (Tough), Resilient, Wildcard, Criminal Conspiracy (Convenient Item)

stunts: d12

brawl: d10

tough: d20

tech: d20

weapons: d20

drive: d12

sneak: d4

wits: d20

hot: d20

wendell morris / vic ethanol

abilities: Transporter, Protector, Trouble Maker, Quick Healing, Resilient, Mastery (Drive), Relentless, Mastery (Brawl), Grit, Wildcard

stunts: d20

brawl: d20

tough: d20

tech: d6

weapons: d20

drive: d20

sneak: d4

wits: d20

hot: d20

russell feeld / jennifer drips

abilities: Trained (Hot), Neck Snapper, Quick Healing, Inspiring, Wildcard, Relentless, Resilient

stunts: d20

brawl: d20

tough: d20

tech: d4

weapons: d6

drive: d4

sneak: d12

wits: d20

hot: d8

usha rao / g13

abilities: Wildcard, Hacker, Stealth, Quick Healing, Resilient, Demolitions, Relentless, Mastery (Tech), Criminal Conspiracy (Tech Check Benefit)

stunts: d20

brawl: d4

tough: d20

tech: d20

weapons: d4

drive: d20

sneak: d6

wits: d20

hot: d10

group abilities:

la familia (stepping in for a tough roll, lending tokens at a 1:1, sharing skill dice for optimization)

diesel circus (doubling number of tokens on a double explosion, roll 2x on first roll after injury, successful drive check allows a second skill check on top)

alpha squad (gaining 2 tokens when the group suits up, reduce explosion range by 1, two characters roll and add the result)

the ones (reroll a nat one with a different skill, take a nat one as a max roll and blow up, accept a nat one and get 1/2 the tokens of the die value)

bustin' makes me feel good (on a nat 20 they can: a) graduate everyone's lowest die type, b) restart a skill track with advantage the second time, or c) become the gm for 60 seconds.

[jadededge]

Double Trouble || Jookyun - Ch.4

Pairing: JooKyun x Reader

Genre: AU, Romance, Smut

Rating: M

Summary: Jooheon and Changkyun are an inseparable duo. They do everything together, and dating was no exception. You see them all the time and silently pine but eventually meet them and things progress from there.

Basically reader and her two boyfriends. Smut. Fluff.

Wattpad | AO3    (will likely always update these 2 places first)  

Navigation: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

"Switching positions, I like to rotate."

"You ready sweetheart?" Jooheon asks.

You nod shyly, smiling up at him. He eases in slowly while hovering his face just above yours. His eyes are piercing straight into you and it is the most exquisite feeling. You both groan as he stretches you.

He pulls back out just a little and back in, getting you both used to the feeling. Once he's sure you're ready, he starts to pick up his pace. You're already feeling so good, you can't stop your moans of adoration from falling.

As if kissing you passionately while slow stroking wasn't enough to make you cum, he leans back and pulls your legs wider apart. In this new position he slams into you at an unrelenting pace. Suddenly you feel Changkyunnie sit to your left.

"You're taking Honey so well." He praises while stroking your hair. You glow on the inside. You can't help but let out the most sensual moan you can muster and squeeze Jooheon involuntarily. This sends him into a frenzy. The sounds filling the room were sinful. Skin slapping, and begging pleas.

"Fuuuuck. That felt amazing. You like it when we praise our Princess, hm?" He teases you, slamming into with accentuated thrust.

You only moan in response. Changkyun slaps your breast in response. "He asked you a question. Answer with words."

"Yes! Fuck- yes, I love it." You yell. "Feels so good. I'm gonna cum." You manage out in between thrust.

Changkyun moves his hand down to your clit and starts rubbing smooth, tight circles to it. You feel yourself nearing your end. "Let go baby."

You feel it deep in your spine. Creeping up to the surface, like the delightfulness of an itch being scratched. The feel of Jooheon filling you up and Changkyun controlling your body with his hands was simply too perfect. You snap.

"Yes baby fuck, I'm going to fill you up so good." His movement becomes erratic. Joo leans forward burying his head in your neck, whispering the sweetest dirtiest promises to you while he cums.

Rolling to your other side, he caresses your face while panting hard. "You are amazing." He leans up to give you a gentle kiss to the forehead.

"Truly. A sight to see." Changkyun adds, mimicking Jooheon's move. "But you're absolutely not done yet. It's my turn." He fake pouts.

"Then it's our turn." Joo adds

You're still reeling from this round. You can't imagine the next two... _______________________________________________________________

The next morning, you woke up to who you assumed was Honey wrapped around your waist, faced pressed to your back, because Changkyunnie was lying facing you. He was still asleep, his breath even and slow. You took this chance to observe him. You smile to yourself.

This sleeping angel shows no traces of the devil he was last night. You sandwiched between him and Honey, filled to the brim for most of the night, you wouldn't expect to be cooing at him this way in the light. He's adorable.

"Aw, I think it's cute. You staring at me with such adoration." He startled you by speaking. Eyes still closed.

You stammer. "What? I- I wasn't staring.." How did he know?

He slowly opens his eyes, "I felt you." He laughs a little. "It's okay. I told you, I think it's cute." He reaches up to gently glide his thumb over your cheek. "Hi." He says.

Your heart melts. "Hi."

He leans in to give you a kiss and you move just a little to meet him. At this, Jooheon grumbles, "Noo." and tightens his hold on you.

Changkyun scoffs, "Cockblocking baby." You chuckle at the pair. "You want breakfast princess?"

"Sure. Whatever's easiest to make." You offer not wanting to have him going out of his way.

"It's easiest for me to give you whatever you desire." He stares at you deeply. "So what would you like?"

You blush hard. "An omelette and toast?"

He squints a little, "I can do that. Relax a little more I'll come get you when it's ready." He leans and kisses you again. While getting up and out of bed, he reaches around and gives Jooheon a slap to the back.

"Fuck! Man, why would you do that?" Jooheon complains.

"You're hogging her, let her move around." Changkyun reprimands while getting dressed.

Joo rolls over mumbling under his breath, "I wasn't the one sucking face all morning. Stupid..." and drifts back off.

You're left laughing during the whole exchange. Rolling to your side, you absentmindedly stroked Honey's back til you're drifting back to sleep.

"Baby. Get up." You hear in your dream. "Baby... Changkyun made breakfast. A whole spread. I helped though." You grumble awake. "He's going to say I didn't but I did."

You roll over to see Jooheon smiling at you. "What time is it?" You ask.

"Just after 11. When I got up you looked so peaceful I didn't want to wake you up." He coos at you.

You smile. "Okay, give me 15 minutes and I'll be down."

Leaving you to your morning routine, you quickly freshen up with the toiletries the boys left for you and head down stairs.

Honey said Changkyun made a spread but you didn't expect all of this.

"Do you all normally eat this much?"

"No. It's for you, obviously."

He's a smartass huh. That's amusing. You think chuckling to yourself. "Thank you Changkyunnie."

You notice he blushes a little before abruptly turning around. "It's nothing.

Jooheon leans in and whispers to you, "He really likes you."

After eating, the 3 of you lounged for some time while chatting. Before you knew it, a couple of hours had passed. You start to think maybe you should leave. You could use a shower in your own space, and, to be honest, you didn't want to seem too clingy.

"Well I had a great morning, but I need to get home." You move to face Jooheon. He had maneuvered you into a cuddle, with you leaning on him.

With a pout he responds, "Nooo. Why? Stay." He puts both his arms around your waist and pulls you in. When he puts his face in the crook of your neck, you nearly lose your resolve.

"Yeah, why? You're tolerable to be around." Changkyun says, kind of off handedly still staring at the tv.

"Aw, see, you have to stay. Changkyunnie really really likes you." Jooheon reveals. "He doesn't like anybody hanging around too long."

"Dude.." Changkyun throws a small pillow at Jooheon.

"I mean, I need to shower and change for starters. And.. well," You regret instantly saying anything. You try to back out.

"We're not sick of you. If that's what you're thinking. Are you sick of us? Are we too clingy?" Jooheon grabs you tighter, staring at you nearly pouting. God, he's adorable. And dangerous...

This is baffling to say the least. This man is nearly the complete opposite of what he seems. He's worried that he's too clingy, ha!

You chuckle a little, "no, you're not too clingy. And I would stay but I still need my things."

"We can get you stuff or take you to your place." Honey moves to put his head in your lap and look up at you. The same position you were in last night. Funny.

Changkyun moves to sit next to you leaning back with his arm stretched along the couch behind you . "I can take you home to shower and get your things. Stay the rest of the weekend with us, Princess."

"What the hell." You decide. "Okay, sure. Take me home and bring me back." You smile at them.

[nerdieforpedro]

Fare Well

For @wannab-urs Hozier Song Drabble Challenge

Dieter Bravo x plus size female reader (Sweet Pea)

This fic is for those 18+ MDNI

Word Count: about 1.8k (Yeah so…I went past Drabble 👀)

Summary: Dieter has been working so hard. He still has an issue that might be because of his mind. What can he do about it? Do anything else.

Warnings: unhealthy coping, sexual dysfunction, sex work, teasing, pet names, sexual activity (actual and implied I think? I should know. 🙃)

Notes: I listened to this song 5 times in a row because I didn’t really listen to Hozier (now I do). The color this fic is purple or violet, whichever you wanna say it. 💜 I bolded lyrics I was able to put in the fic. 🤗 Thanks to Gin for giving me two Dieter fics to write back to back. ☺️ That little trash panda is always so giving.

Main Masterlist / Dieter Bravo Masterlist / Writing Challenge

Tapping his foot on his hardwood floors, Dieter Bravo is in an all too familiar place. He’s been purposely busy. Keeping occupied except for when he’s completely exhausted has kept him out of trouble, even in the tabloids. People are saying he’s changed for the better. He knows he’s keeping clean, keeping in the straight and narrow.

Bravo has run into a snag on his progress.

The last few paintings had done well in gallery showing, even selling for double than asking price, his last movie was well reviewed. These are both very good things, wonderful. He’s happy, proud even. Bravo is having plenty of sex, mountains of it. In his head. Reality has played out much differently. All this work he’s doing, he hasn’t been able to chase a different high. One he’s used to replace the drugs. It wasn’t that he couldn’t find people to have sex with. He’s been more careful about it, not something he’s been concerned about prior to his new leaf. In doing so, acts he’d normally attempt weight more heavily on his mind and keep little Dee from swelling when needed. Bravo knows the rumor that might be going around but it’s not true! Since his mind is clearer, he actually thinks about who he’s having sex with more and little D isn’t always on board. You know, one of those words his therapist mentioned – cognitive dissonance except it’s happening with his partner in pleasure little D. Big D when he’s feeling in the mood.

He knows he could just go to one of those discreate clubs, seek his needs out there, but he always assumed he wouldn’t need one. The Oscar Winner keeps looking for different projects, in his studio trying out new paints, trying to learn the saxophone (it was a bad idea, but sounded great at three in the morning when he called his assistant and told him what to buy), he then went to a spin class and damn near passed out after fifteen minutes and tried a cooking class but was kicked out for causing an oil fire.

Nothing was working so he called and asked to stop by, check the place out. The owner of course said that was fine – he’s Dieter Bravo, they’d love to have him. Dieter told the owner,

“I’ll take any high. Any glazin’ of the eyes. Any solitary pleasure that masks my sorrow. No drugs though, I’m not willing to backslide over it.”

The owner said they understood and had the perfect person for him.

So now Dieter waits in this room. It’s an array of different purples well violets since this is a more classy place. He wanted to undress to his boxers but was told by the front desk to leave them on. He did remove his shoes, socks and jacket, but otherwise he’s dressed. Simple black slacks and a white button-down shirt that had bellowing sleeves with a deep v-cut exposing his chest down to his sternum. He felt like dressing up a bit but still kept it simple, most of the clientele were in suits and dresses that Dieter saw. Soft guitar music played in the background, he closed his eyes as he waited curious who they might have matched him with based on what he asked for.

Dieter heard the clicking of heels first. Then smelled a deep woodsy fragrance, it approached slowly, matching the pace of the heels. They stopped in front of him and he caught hints of citrus and a flower. Using his aquiline nose to sniff closer to the source, feeling body heat radiating from whoever was in front of him. “It’s faint but you smell like a sweet pea.” He released a deep breath he’d been building from taking in and trying to identify the different components of their scent.

“Welcome Mr. Bravo. I hope my fragrance invokes pleasant memories. I’m told you want to rid yourself of sorrow. Correct?” The voice embraced him as soft fingers coiled around his neck, thumbs pressing into his chin.

“Yes, please. I need to forget, just for a bit. Then I might be able to get my body to function properly. Everything is fine, great even.” He kept his eyes closed and he felt them. Lips on his forehead, warm and plush. They lingered, “Can I touch you, please?” No answer was given as hands left his neck and were placed on each side of a torso. His palms roamed slowly tracing the lace that wrapped the body he had in his hands.

The lips left his forehead and he was tempted to reach for them, but kept his eyes closed, he would wait, trying to keep his breathing even. “Is this alright Mr. Bravo or do you want someone who might-“Dieter wildly shook his head.

“Don’t you go anywhere Sweet Pea. Stay right here with me. Just like this. Maybe more. Can I look at you?” He pulled the body toward him, sniffing more. “Call me Dieter. Mr. Bravo is the one having issues with his little D.” He made himself chuckle knowing what a stupid joke it was. Fingertips graced his cheek and tipped his chin upward.

“Look at me Dieter. How do you want me to drown your sorrows tonight? I usually go by Violet due to the room, but I like Sweet Pea when you say it. It makes me sound cute.” The giggle from this celestial being has Dieter wondering if she’ll still giggle if he’s buried between her legs. He wouldn’t need to come up for air, just search for what would be his reward: her moans and his tongue squeezed by her pelvic muscles. His palms ran around to her back, feeling the different rolls of her body.

“I want to see if I’m going to go into a coma from drowning in your nectar Sweet Pea. Can I be your first casualty? If I was going to go, I’d want to be surrounded by thick thighs and a woman’s cries I offer her.” Slipping her left heel off, Sweet Pea places her leg on the bed beside Dieter’s right leg. His hand slowly makes its way across the curve of her wide ass to her thigh, his large fingers dipping into the small holes of the fishnets, tugging on them. “Let me show you gorgeous.”

Smiling, Sweet Pea gives his lips a quick peck before bending to reach between his legs, “Seems just the thought is enough Dieter. Why come to me? I’m sure you’ve got many offers, especially if you’re asking like that.” She lowers her leg and stands back up, turning her back to him but looking over her shoulder to meet his eyes. The glint in them makes her lick her lips, she could ask him to do it, just to see if he will. Given how desperate he is, he might. He won’t say it, but his body betrays him, he said that ‘little D’ was having trouble but that didn’t seem to be the case at all from what she felt. Maybe it’s the scents, the atmosphere and that what happens here will remain here until he comes back. She crosses the room and drops her black thong, stepping out of it and her other heel, sitting on a violet velvet loveseat with her legs open wide. “This is what you want right Dieter?” Her elbows are on her knees with one hand beckoning him. “Come to me, but undress and crawl.”

Bravo doesn’t want control right now, nor does he want to think. He just wants to act, to perform. In this moment, he isn’t thinking about how lonely he is or how his career could crumble on some whim of culture or random video. There’s only this purple room he can melt into as he removes his clothes, making himself bare to Sweet Pea. Dieter’s actually hard, dripping onto her carpet as he lowers himself onto the floor on all fours. His knees are burning as he makes his way across the padded carpet. It’s worth his goal though, into her tender folds. “You like to see a man work, huh Sweet Pea? That’s more than fine.” Halfway there, his bobbing swollen cock made a mess of the carpet and his belly. Upon reaching her, he placed his hands on her knees and looked up to her, balancing himself on his knees so little D was at full attention. He wanted to show her what she’d been able to bring out of him so far. Something changed though, he was smiling but Violet recognized it. She used her fingers to rub circles into his biceps and shoulders before tracing the pronounced vein on his neck.

“You adorable man. This isn’t what you want. At least not now. You can’t seem to decide between the two Dieter.” Fingers run through his hair, and he knows she’s right but couldn’t she had said so after he’d had his fill, hear her cries?

“You’re not wrong, but I still need this. Need you.” He dipped his head to nibble on her thigh and she hummed but pushed his head back. In standing, she also helped him to his feet and brought him back to the bed, removing her lace corset and climbed on the bed.

“From behind, I’m not going to have your tears dripping where I can watch while you fuck me.” Now Sweet Pea was on all fours and Dieter’s sorrow returned. It was inescapable, but he wanted to see her face. He could block it off, just for a short while he tried to get the sunshine.

“No, I need to see how your face changes as you take me.” Crawling across the bed behind her, he pulled her back flush to his chest and turned her chin over her shoulder, capturing her lips. Slipping his tongue in, the warmth felt good. He hadn’t had it in months, he didn’t know why now, in this place with her, but he’d accept it. All of it. “Pleasure to mask my sorrow is why I’m here, Sweet Pea. Have me bask in the sun.”

Their kiss broke as Sweet Pea turned to put her arms around his shoulders, kissing his forehead once again as Dieter laid back on the bed, she fell forward as he took her hair out of the high ponytail it had been in. Her hair fell around her face, her wet folds grazed his shaft and he moaned. “I’ll be your dawn until the light shines on you Dieter.”

Coming unbound, feeling elated and devastated when he had to leave, Dieter had been able to bury his sorrow in pleasure for a time. Another appointment was made for later in the week. To quote Bravo, “I’ll deny me none while I’m allowed because I wouldn’t fare well.”

Bad ideas that Dieter could use: @katw474 @readingiskeepingmegoing @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @megamindsecretlair @pamasaur @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @sp00kymulderr @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @titlee78 @tinytinymenace @magpiepillsjunior @soft-girl-musings @morallyinept @rhoorl @survivingandenduring @missladym1981 @yorksgirl @heareball @laurfilijames @maggiemayhemnj

[a-libra-writes]

Hello! Just wanted to request if you can do another Mordecai and Reader. Maybe like a part 3 lmao cause I'm kinda curious on how his relationship with reader will progress after Atlas's death and he joins the Marigold gang. Will he leave and watch over them from afar (basically murder anyone who does anything to them) cause he now feel even less deserving of their relationship? Or will they be like a double agent couple who pretends to join the marigold gang just to learn the truth of Atlas's death. Really just wanna see this murder cat double down on the protective instinct especially when the Savoys are involved. Like, I can see Mordecai practically growling at then lmao. Thank you!

Yes YES part 3.... I still keep thinking about this.... Continuation of Part 1 and Part 2, PLUS all the stuff surrounding Atlas' death and afterward.... GN reader, angst ahoy!

So, uh. cute things first, yes?

After years of this slow build-up and burn, and you two are finally Something Of an Item (tm), you might slip up and be a little physically close and affectionate in front of others. Mordecai will never talk about it, so anyone with suspicions would have to go to you with questions (and really, that's only Mitzi because she's been invested in this for a while). Because your partner is so private, it's probably best not to get into details. If he could blush he'd be burning red when Mitzi pats his shoulder and says she's so happy he found such a good person.

If you have a fur pattern that's aysmmetrical, or have odd-eyes, birth marks/beauty marks or just. Any really distinct appearance like that, sometimes Mordecai just stares. At first, years back, it was a stare of annoyance. Now that you're closer it's still intense, just, uh ... a different kind of intense. Unfortunately while most people have a cute doe-eyed look when looking at their partner, Mordecai's is consistently a little creepy. Oh well. He gets easily flustered when you look right back and stare him down, though.

He's never really celebrated his birthday, especially once he fled New York city. Once you figure it out, you won't make a big deal of it, but you do get him a nice meal and something practical he'd enjoy. A new pair of gloves, a nice plant, good quality shoes, something like that. It's a little present that he isn't sure how to react to at first. After doing it year after year, he finally accepts them with quiet appreciation and will do something similar for your birthday. His gifts are much the same, practical, well-made and simple. He prefers to leave them at your apartment rather than give them face to face.

When he gets into his wound up and irritated moods (probably something Viktor said), all you need to do is sit next to him and rub your face lightly against his, or just put your head on his shoulder to settle him down. Mordecai outright deflates, and struggles to hold onto that anger. You can only get away with this once you both are romantically attached and, seriously, you are the only one apart from maybe his sisters (who you probably don't even know about). This is a culmination of years of trust slowly building up; now he can finally start to show shreds of vulnerability.

(Tho if you purr on him he's going to get SO embarrassed he just shoots up and walks away and you flop back on the couch).

As much as you make him lose his composure, he's just as good as giving it back, though totally unaware of it. There's the rather intense staring as mention before, but Mordecai may also just grab your shoulders to keep you still as he adjusts some of your clothes. He's ... surprisingly strong when he wants to be. When you're both on a job with guns drawn, he has a habit of standing in front of you or jumping in front once trouble starts. When you're wounded he sits you right in front of him so he can bandage it up and do what he can and, yes, he will drag you to Elsa even though he's an absurdly difficult patient with her. She tells him as much.

(And he waits right by your side as you slowly wake up from the morphine).

Also ... if you're a lighter-haired cat, esp a long-haired one, he starts finding your hair all over his damn clothes and there is. Not enough lint brushes in the world. Love the mental image of him and Atlas having a discussion, when Atlas just reaches over and pulls off a long, lighter-colored hair off Mordecai's normally impeccable black coat.

Intimacy will still be tough; you almost have to walk him through it. He isn't ignorant of the mechanics, he just dislikes the whole ... business of it. Mordecai will do a little for your sake, and again, it's a lot of building up and easing him to be more comfortable with prolonged touching and intimacy. It's tough to say if this is easier depending on your gender, but regardless, he has to be the one whose more in control and setting the pace (even if you're encouraging him along). And of course, plenty of reassuring that you two can stop at any time.

(This has been stated many times before, but you are the exception. The thought of him being this close and vulnerable and intimate with anyone else makes him nauseous.)

Afterward he almost seems small and skittish in his tall body. Mordecai always has to shower and clean immediately, though it's no insult to you (and he doesn't mind if you join, though he gets very quite and embarrassed). He's just repulsed by filth and sweat in general; you know this, once he's washed up he's a lot more relaxed and even willing to cuddle for a while.

The first few times he had to remember the last time he'd been so close to someone, or even hugged them this long. The best he can remember is when he had to share a bed (more of a mattress) with his sisters when they first came to New York. Rose was still a baby and always cold, while Esther was scared of the noise of cars in the street and rats in the wall. The three kittens would pile up together and tremble until they fell asleep; sometimes their mother would join them, exhausted from work and cold herself. Even when they moved into a slightly less dilapidated apartment, his sisters would sleep in his bed during the frigid winters.

So it while it may surprise you that Mordecai is so close and clingy in his sleep, to him being that close is a very comforting warmth and sense of nostalgia. It's a toss-up with whose the big spoon. This is also one of the only times you'll hear him purr; it's quiet and only lasts a few minutes before he drifts off. Because he wakes up at the crack of dawn, you rarely get to see him sleeping unless you stay up after he falls asleep.

So ... moving onto the whole. Atlas business.

When it all goes down, well. He considered Viktor a good friend, and that friend ended up kneecapped so Mordecai wouldn't have to cross guns with him. An incentive to leave the life that was ruining them. Make no mistake, Mordecai would - while still bloody - warn you about leaving, too. He'd raise his gun at you, hoping the scare would be enough, knowing each second he does is actively tearing down the closest thing to a "other half" he had. His green eyes are cold and frighteing but mentally he is the one begging you to just listen to him and run. Don't make call his bluff, because he can't do it. The very closest he'd get is if you actually tried to stop him, or tried to talk him down, or took the gun - and the nerves would snap, and he'd give a warning shot. A piece of your ear is torn off, and there's a ringing in your head. It could've been your head; he's an excellent shot. He only missed because he wanted to.

It was a warning, but even that makes his hands shake. He's in disbelief that he did it. It was a sort of out of body experience when he shot Viktor, but for this he is vividly, painfully awake. Mordecai retreats from there, unable to make himself do anything else, hoping that's enough to destroy any shred of love you had.

If you stick around with Lackadaisy ...

Well. You and Viktor have a sort of ... awkward, unhealthy bond of being betrayed, with one of you having paid far more dearly than the other... though one could argue while he paid physically, you're paying in feeling like a piece of your heart was ripped out. You wouldn't be blamed for thinking he holds some resentment toward you, but that isn't the case at all. He feels sorry for you, and anger toward Moredcai for what he did to the two of you. There's still the resignation and guilt, but it's tinged with far more anger. Mitzi thanks god one of her best triggermen is still in good form, although - well, you're a little ... different than before. Your hearing still hasn't recovered from that shot, she knows, and the stitch-job wasn't ... the best.

The real problem is when - not if - you and Mordecai ever cross guns again. Mitzi is terrified of that inevitability, and to be fair, Mordecai does his utmost to avoid it. He wants no confrontation, not ever. If you two ever meet again, it's painfully obvious he wants to escape. For many nights, he thought you may hunt him down and shoot him - he'd deserve that much. As much as he's obsessed with the truth behind Atlus' death, if you chose to stop him dead in his tracks, wouldn't he deserve it?

If you left Lackadaisy, all the better. Mordecai may never hear from you again, and he tells himself that's for the best, even if there's a hole where his heart used to be. His mother, his sisters, you, Viktor, Mitzi, Atlas - he's failed many, many people. This is a new feeling, an emptiness, and that is what goads his frantic investigation on what truly happened to Atlas. It may be the only thing he has left.

Regardless if you stay or leave, Mordecai is more irritable and cold to those who knew him before ... though, considering he cut ties, that isn't many. He's a little thinner, and doesn't sleep as well. Asa Sweet couldn't tell the difference, and while the Savoy siblings can tell something isn't quite right, they don't know the history. They've heard stories and rumors, sure. Perhaps Serafine even hears a morsel of some former Lackadaisy gunman he was chummy with... it's all so intriguing. The first time she brought it up, he gave her such a venomous look that it only encouraged her curiosity.

Asa brought you up one time when talking with Mordecai, and holy shit he's never joking about that again. He broke into a sweat.

(Hell, even Mitzi tried to bring you up when she and Mordecai had that private conversation in her car. He shut her down so coldly, it frightened her.)

And yes, that means if you're still doing Lackadaisy operations with Rocky and Freckle, he has to hear about it. He's in the room when Asa gives the order to the Savoy siblings going after you, or worse, if Mordecai is brought onto the job. He makes it clear that he'll take care of you, and they can deal with the rest. Although it always seems like you're able to get away before it comes to that ...

If you two ever had to meet again for an extended period of time, yeah, the ... year of isolation and guilt and hurt (it feels like its been five years) is just palpable. Serafine and Niko quickly piece together that there was some serious history, more than they initially thought ...

Remember those silly photos Mitzi took, and she shared? Maybe you threw your's away, or lost them, but ... Mordecai keeps one in his wallet. If he anticipates trouble (as it always is with the goddamn Savoys), he moves it to his bedside for safekeeping. He's careful about preserving it. The corners are already starting to wear. There's fleeting thoughts of putting it in a picture frame, but - no, that'll just draw attention to it, and what right does he have to keep a photo of someone who hates him? When he thinks of you, he feels that picture burning a hole in his breastpocket. Any photos that have the two of you - even the blurry, distant ones Mitzi took while trying to get used to her camera- he blotted ink on himself, leaving only you there. Back when you had a smile.

Long story short, he's a mess. He's mentally frayed and physically he's not doing great; you're probably just the same. Mitzi worries about your health often, Rocky knows that some days he just shouldn't talk to you. Ivy remembers when she used to chatter away with Viktor, Mordecai and you, but she knows she can't bring those days up anymore. There may even be an odd wall between you two, whereas before you often spoiled and doted on the little Ivy.

There are probably moments in the past year where Mordecai just ... something gets ahold of him, and he goes out to where you live - if you left the city entirely, this would be difficult, but if you were still in St. Louis or stayed with the Little Daisy - he'd just stand out in the street where your home is, feeling incredibly creepy and exposed. Debating if he should write a letter, or leave something or - no, he shoots all those ideas down. He doesn't know if he stays a few minutes or an hour, but eventually the nerves get the better of him and he hurries away, feeling like a rat.

Well, you two were like peas in a pod for years ... it was a bond that neither of you had before, so it makes sense that just a year isn't enough to heal or repair much of it ...

[archivalofsins]

OH ANGER CANCELED‐ he talked to Mikoto.

(Please like and reblog the original translation.)

Also feel free to take a gander at these as well- Milgram Timeline Translation, Interview with DECO*27 and Takuya Yamanaka on the Interactive Music Project MILGRAM -ミルグラム-, and Rochisama's Portal Timeline Translation and Interrogations as well. I will be referencing information gathered from all of these translations in order to support some points throughout this post.

The Milgram Timeline Translation is still a work in progress. So, please don't bother the people working on it for more, be patient, and respectful. Translating things takes a lot of work and effort that shouldn't go underappreciated. I'll also link these again when I reference them as well.

With all of that out of the way today I'll be discussing Kazui's August 5, 2024 Birthday interaction.

Quick side note my anger is not canceled I was just being hyperbolic because I was excited that it was Mikoto. Milgram stop fucking foreshadowing and do the thing already challenge.

24/08/05 (Kazui’s Birthday)

Mikoto: Well, you know... I appreciate your feelings, but... I don't know what I might do, even I'm not sure myself. So, I think it's best if we're not together for a while. Besides... haha, aren't you scared <-(Point 1) Kazu-san?

Kazui: Hmm, due to my job <-(Point 2), I'm used to dealing with troubled youths. You must have your reasons. I don't feel like prying. Well, come over if you feel like it. Staying alone all the time will make you feel down. I can keep you company if you need to relieve some stress <-(Point 3).

Mikoto: Yeah... I'm not really used to relying on others, you know. How should I put it, I feel like I'm being a bother. <-(Point 1) I can't bear that feeling of being pathetic... I guess I'm being very Japanese about this, haha...

Kazui: Hmm...well that's fine. If that's easier for you, I won't force you. But you know people in their twenties are still kids (Point 3). It's admirable that you're hard on yourself, but I think it's okay to cause a bit of trouble for others. After all I'm nearly forty <- (Point 4) and I'm still a kid at heart.

Point One: Scary & Bothersome

In this timeline interaction we overhear Mikoto state his discomfort with asking others for help. He states that he has a difficult time relying on others because he doesn't want to be a bother.

This is an issue alluded to through both of his music videos,

MeMe

"You don’t have to keep it in and hide it away “I” will save “me”."

Double

"I’ve got you, leave it to me."

"Welcome home, another day, another day with that hardly barely there of a smile. Keeping things at bay, you’re doing your best “No, I need to do more…”, say what? You’re gonna break."

"Oh, hello? Mom? It’s been a while Yeah… well, I mean, some days are hard, but… I’m doing alright, don’t worry- How’ve you been? I’ll go home next time I get some time off."

First Trial Written Interrogation

Q.16 What’s your relationship like with your parents?

Mikoto: My parents are divorced. I get along well with my mother though, she’s the one who raised me I don’t want to make her worry.

That he can't,

"Bear that feeling of being pathetic."

MeMe

"If I could laugh, if I could go back I’d play dead even though I’m alive right?"

Double

"Hey now, I saved you, right? So why in the hell are you crying? Cling to me, hoist me up as your “savior”, stand up and sing out your gratitude, that’d be good." - "Hey, I just wanted to save you, so why did it come to this? Cling to me, hoist me up as your “savior”, stand up and sing out your gratitude, so why."

Being pathetic-

Mikoto asking Kazui if he's not scared of him also mirrors how Kotoko asks Mu if she's afraid of her in the timeline interaction prior to this one,

20/07/05 (Mu’s Birthday)

Muu: Muu thinks it's all Kotoko's fault in the end. Because Kotoko went on a rampage, everyone's desperate. They're not paying much attention to Muu. Somehow, it's boring. I don't get it.

Kotoko: ... Did you come all the way here just to tell me that? Aren't you afraid of me? Next time, my fangs might be directed at you.

Muu: Why? Kotoko punishes bad people, right? Muu isn't bad. Besides, hehe, you're talking like you're fine, but aren't you the one who won't be forgiven, Kotoko? What will you do then? Will you bite yourself? Hehe, that's interesting. I'd like to see that.

Kotoko: ...You're good at provocation. I'm praying that you won't be forgiven. When that time comes, I'll thoroughly crush you.

Continuing their parallels.

These are all the reasons why on the surface everything Mikoto said here would come off as just the usual. Like of course he'll be this way it's how he's always been. Yet there's a bit of weirdness to this as well.

The issues with his behavior here begin to reveal themselves when we take into consideration how he's interacted with everyone up until this point in comparison.

For example let's take into consideration how Mikoto has acted towards Kotoko over the course of the portal timeline,

20/05/27 This is Rochi's translation and the link goes to their page. The timelines listed here will be their's unless stated otherwise.

Haruka: Haa…… haa…… Haa…… Ah…… Um…… Ko-Koto-Kotokotoko-san……

Kotoko: ……what?

Haruka: Eek…… eh, um……! I-I! I’m sorry! ……I-I’ll see you later……!

Kotoko: ……what was that about? This is the third time.

Mikoto: Oh~ Koto-chan, you’re here. The guard was complaining earlier that you never answered their call.

Kotoko: Huh? ……I never heard about anything like… Haruka……!?

An individual Mikoto has been hounding to partner up with him since the series started,

20/07/01

Mikoto: Hey, hey, Koto-chan. I’ve been thinking this ever since I first heard your name, but don’t you think the names “Mikoto” and “Kotoko” kinda sound like siblings?

Kotoko: No.

Mikoto: Don’t say that! Let’s get along well from here on as the Koto-Koto combo!

Kotoko: I’m not doing that.

Mikoto has been bothering Kotoko incessantly from the start with little regard to her feelings on his behavior but he's suddenly worried about being a bother now?

Kazui even cited their possible team up as being an issue for Milgram as a whole.

Stating,

"Ah… yeah. Like back when he went out of control, right? I can't quite read him, though… If both of them were to attack us, it's possible that we'd suffer a total defeat." A total defeat? "If that happens, this prison game would probably come to an end as well. All of that depends on your judgment, right, Guard-kun? Who will be forgiven by you and who won't be…"

Voice Drama Translation Transcript

That this prison game would come to an end if Kotoko and Mikoto teamed up. This makes Kazui approaching Mikoto on his birthday and offering to help him seem like a calculated action. Well more so his attempt at dissuading Mikoto from teaming up with Kotoko and get him on his own side.

This is Kazui actively attempting to mitigate a possible problem that he actively warned the guards about. In the hopes that the audience and Es would have continued to vote Mikoto guilty. Now he's left to try to stop this potential crisis.

Kazui never once complained about Mikoto's more standoffish and isolated behavior during this trial. This is the first time he's attempted to reach out and it's seems to be when Mikoto himself has settled down for the most part. Even though he is still rightfully worried about what he may possibly do.

But with the possibility of Mikoto beginning to socialize again and possibly continuing his attempts to collaborate with Kotoko it makes sense for Kazui to kind of want to get ahead of that if he can. Especially since he's stated that Mikoto is an individual he has trouble reading and getting a general idea of.

Even if it weren't for those things he'd still have a vested interest in intervening in any possible team up Mikoto could have with Kotoko. Simply because Mikoto has been having conversations like this,

20/08/03

Mikoto: By the way, Koto-chan. Who’s stronger between you and Kazu-san? <-(Point 1) You both know martial arts, right?

Kotoko: ……if it was a fair one-on-one fight <-(Point 1), probably Kazui.

Futa: Isn’t that obvious? What a stupid question. There’s no way a girl could win in a fight against a man. This is real life, not a manga. There’s too big a difference in body size. And that’s what determines the weight of your attacks.

Kotoko: ……Futa’s not entirely wrong there. In a lot of martial arts, they specifically split up divisions based on body weight for that reason. I’m bantam, and he’d probably be either cruiser or heavy. Well, I’d still break an arm or two though.

Blatantly discussing in the open whether or not Kotoko could take Kazui on her own. Kotoko even stating that in a fair one-on-one fight she wouldn't be able to. However, in a two on one unfair fight those odds change a lot and that may be the sort of fight Mikoto is interested in. Because he's not interested in playing nice with Kazui even though he's very cordial here.

If Kazui overheard this as well his concerns about Mikoto possibly teaming up with Kotoko in the second voice drama would be more than reasonable.

Because it seems like the only reason Mikoto wants to team up with her despite admitting,

Q.12 What do you think about Kotoko?

Mikoto: I don't like her.

Is just to beat the shit out of this one man. I don't know why- Hell, honestly I don't really care why simply because it's funny that this may have been a long term goal of his. I don't believe this to be a leap because why else would he be asking Kotoko who would win between her and Kazui? Sure it's a casual way of broaching that topic but it's perfectly reasonable to ask why the topic needed to broached.

Does that make sense?

I'm curious as to why he was curious about this. I also don't think it's a leap to assume he might want to jump him given he's paired with the prisoner who jumps people and we've seen him sneak attacking people in his own mv as well.

Plus, again he certainly hasn't worried about being a bother to Kotoko. He's done nothing but bother her. Here's the timelines to prove it.

21/08/13 (Mikoto’s First Trial)

Mikoto: Ugh… ow, ow…… Ahh, first I get stepped on, then I get kicked, what even is this……

Kotoko: ……welcome back. How was it?

Mikoto: Ah, Koto-chan, I’m back. Honestly, where do I even start!? Just look at this lump on my head! It’s huge! I don’t even remember what happened, but this is violence!

Kotoko: Hm… How unfortunate.

20/10/07 (Mikoto’s Birthday)

Mikoto: ■■…… gh…… Gah…… ■■…… aaa…… nh…… ■…… ■■■■■……!!

Kotoko: …………hm. Have you finally calmed down? Kayano Mikoto.

Kotoko: ………… So you want me to wish you a happy birthday <-(Point 1)? I don’t really mind, but is that really something for you to be saying to me?

Mikoto: You’re the last person I need to have the whole group <-(Point 1). If there was just one person left it’d be bugging me all night and I’d never get to sleep, right? At times like this you have to abandon your pride and just say something, right~?

Kotoko: Ok, here you go. Happy birthday. ……if this is what will help you sleep soundly.

Mikoto: Oh, thanks! Now I don’t need to worry~

22/12/15 (Kotoko’s Birthday)

Mikoto: Ah, Koto-chan. It’s been a while. Both of us have kinda split off from the group, but how’ve things been? <-(Point 1) A lot’s happened, but for now let’s try to get along. I mean, it’s your birthday today, right? I got the feeling nobody else was going to do anything, so I came to celebrate <-(Point 1).

Kotoko: ……how carefree. It doesn’t matter, a villain like you won’t be forgiven next time either. And when that time comes, it’ll be the end for you. I’ll make sure of it myself.

Mikoto: Ahh?? Just try and do it, you nutjob. I’ll crush anyone who hurts me…… You’re gonna be totally beaten at your own game……! [TN: The word “me” here uses first person pronoun “boku”.]

Kotoko: Hm. The border between the two is getting a lot vaguer. Your entire existence is a crime. <-(Point 1) And I will see you’re punished for it. That is what Milgram, and Es, and I have chosen.

That's the whole reason Kotoko says this in her first trial written interrogation,

Q.14  Are there any prisoners you don’t get on with?

Kotoko: Mikoto. He’s loud and bothersome.

Okay well how do we know Mikoto dislikes Kazui to the extent that he would want to jump him. Hey, wasn't this a birthday timeline weird? Wasn't it missing something? Man I couldn't imagine what-

Oh, wait birthday wishes? Just like Mu's when she spoke to Kotoko who instead of wishing her a happy birthday threatened to kill her and hoped she got voted guilty.

Well, it's not like there's any evidence that Mikoto is someone who cares deeply about birthdays or even a statement that tells us Kazui has wished him Happy Birthday before himself that would be-

I'll stop fucking around let's get into it,

From Mikoto's Birthday 2020,

"You’re the last person I need to have the whole group."

Mikoto gets upset at Kotoko in his first birthday timeline because she is the only person out of everyone in Milgram not to wish him Happy Birthday. Meaning Kazui very much to Mikoto's own admission wished him a happy birthday.

Next his birthday from 2021,

21/10/06 (Mikoto’s Birthday)

Mikoto: ……ah, Futa? What’s up? Did you come to celebrate my birthday?

Futa: Hah!? Like I care about your birthday. ……what’s up with you, though, you’re usually a lot more excited. I thought you were the sort of idiot who’d make a big deal over your birthday.

Mikoto: Yeah, usually that’d be the case. ……I think I must be getting tired. It’s like I’m anxious over something but I can’t really explain what it is…… Like, the feeling that I’ve been totally wrong about something. Haha, but it’s not like talking to you about it is gonna do anything.

Futa: Yeah, yeah, just like you say. Talking to me about it isn’t gonna help. ……but, it’s not like I don’t get what you’re saying. Or rather, I understand exactly what you mean. And if it’s the same thing as I’ve been feeling, then it will just get stronger as time goes on...... probably. But anyway, rather than talking to someone like me you should go and bother the others. Go and get showered with their stupid birthday wishes.

Futa highlights that Mikoto has a habit of making a big deal out of his birthday like Mahiru and Mu do. Mikoto doesn't deny this either blatantly admitting yeah he makes a big deal out of his birthday and he usually would be doing so but he's a bit tired. Because that trial one verdict is hitting.

Futa even tells him he should go and bother the others and get showered with their stupid birthday wishes. Implying that he in fact did bother everyone else for birthday wishes the previous year as well and that's how he got birthday wishes from everyone. Yes he even bothered the child if what this is implying is correct.

But wanna know something funny?

The only person that Mikoto has wished a happy birthday to consistently is Kotoko. This is quite literally the first birthday interaction he's appeared in outside of his own and Kotoko's and he didn't even wish this man happy birthday. That's how little he knows or cares about Kazui.

He doesn't even know todays his birthday or- Well, I'll save that for another point.

Point 2: Occupation

This one is shorter than part one but should be interesting as well.

"Hmm, due to my job, I'm used to dealing with troubled youths."

Okay, this could mean a lot of things but for the sake of clarity and knowing when to take L's when necessary I'm going to view this as confirmation that Kazui is in fact a cop first. Now before I go into a long tangent about why I would personally dislike him being a cop let's actually discuss the facts.

Why do I believe this statement can be interpreted as alluding to the idea of Kazui being a cop as accurate. Well in all honesty it doesn't have to mean that but ignoring the possible elephant in the room isn't going to help anyone. Plus I have a duty to myself to not ignore the information laid right in front of me even if I don't like it. Because if one makes a habit of running from reality they'll only be running in the opposite direction of their own possible happiness all of their life.

First off Kazui in the translation states that due to his job he has experience with dealing with troubled youths. Troubled youths here could also mean violent youths.

Taking into consideration the definition of the term DoctorBunny sent to me,

As we know also from DoctorBunny the police division associated with Kazui's armband is,

Department 1/捜査一課 Check out his post on the armband

Which deals with,

[deals with murder, robbery, assault, abduction/kidnapping, false imprisonment, sex crimes and arson ] of the 刑事部 Keijibu the Japanese dept. of criminal affairs

Now all of this showcases that the division he was depicted as serving under would deal with some violent youths around Mikoto's age. This supports the framing that he's a cop. It really is that simple if the facts align they just align.

Now there are some things that once given this subtle confirmation cease to make sense in hindsight. Including Kazui stating,

Q.04 Are your family proud of you?

Kazui: Nope. They probably don’t consider me anything more than an embarrassment.

and in his second interrogation stating,

Q.10 What was your father’s job?

Kazui: He was a policeman. It seems he’d always wanted me to be one too.

However, this can be easily explained away by assuming he became a police officer but did something that led to him being fired or let go. Not only ruining his name but his familial name as well. He doesn't say that his family used to be proud of him and they just consider him a disappointed now though.

While in other instances he does make statements that allude to things being new developments,

Q.13 Who do you want to see right now?

Kazui: They won’t see me anymore.

Q.09 Tell us your family structure.

Kazui: It’s only me now.

Which makes it sound as though he's been a disappointment to his family for a while. It also just makes a lot of his narrative odd in hindsight unless put under a certain framing.

Specifically due to his glitched voice lines,

"Er, so…… could you listen to what I say without laughing? I…… Hinako, I love you more than anything. I'm so dumb… Why did I have to dream."

Now no one else's glitched voice lines have been lies. So taking out of consideration any new voice lines being revealed trial three because I can't know what is not yet known. It'd be difficult for me to believe that Kazui's glitched voice lines are lies when none of the the prisoners glitched voice lines have been lies so far.

Plus even if one does want to believe that he's lying about loving Hinako here that would ignore the framing of his entire first song. Or be due to someone reframing it to discuss a yet to be seen third party such as with the prominent gay theory.

Now I don't speculate about fictional characters sexualities. I just write what I like to write. I don't enjoy writing speculation on that because my own sexuality was put under scrutiny through most of my adolescent life and I know it's not fun from first hand experience. So, I don't like doing that. But for the sake of positing a third solution let's say that Kazui likes men and women for the time being.

Because I don't want this to come off like I'm taking shots at a wildly popular theory that I care nothing about.

So, under this hypothetical scenario where Kazui is attracted to both males and females. Let's hypothetically say the female he was attracted to was Hinako as he says in the glitched voice line,

"Hinako, I love you more than anything."

Let's pretend for ten seconds this voice line is a true statement- Can we all play house for a minute?

This would align with his cover song Cowardly Montblanc.

A song specifically about being afraid to tell someone that you've known for a long time that you like them. That also has the added benefit of implying the singer is referring to a work acquaintance at that-

"When we meet to discuss our contract- Once again, I go on falling into you."

Also for clarity's sake I'll put down all the lyrics from Cowardly Montblanc and there Half equivalents,

"These are all the feelings I have; I’ll only say them in this many words. I loved you, but it was a heavy burden. Is that all there is?"

All this time till now has hurt me, the scales of my heart has decided to sway. If continuing to hide is called unhappiness- Not even one word will get to you.

Who was it that I loved again? All that time I spent whiled away, and you disappeared into invisibility, even though we should still be touching.

Please tell me what I should do, my heart will float away and disappear. If I were to make sure and suffer, I would rather be by your side. Laughing together, side by side, this distance in our relationship is misleading me, is this what happiness is? Where did I go wrong, probably from the beginning.

If I completely forget you, my reflection will disappear.

The curse of reuniting with you puts a dagger in my heart. I imagined that you saying "See you" is the same as "It's over”. Only if your heart would change but that’s not possible. Please tell me what I should do, feelings shrouded in lies will float away and disappear. I could try you, and also try to touch you but you probably won’t notice. I understand that this love is out of bounds, so nothing has to change. All these memories and you- Only if I could erase them.

Put me under anesthesia. My face flushes at your inside voice. I can’t turn back time, so even the truth is okay. I'm gonna get scared again.

I’m sure nothing will change and we’ll laugh together and call each other stupid names. So many things I wish I hadn't known, I'm just a coward. What I gave up a long time ago why is it questioning me now? So many things that I should now have known, I'm just a coward.

This mont blanc tastes of sugar. Barefoot as I am, I want to indulge in your sweetness.

Laughing together, side by side, this distance in our relationship is misleading me, is this what happiness is?

“I wish you’d just hurry up and die!”

"All these memories and you. Only if I could erase them.

Kazui's official commissioned fanart is also just her ghost lingering over him. Staining him red in areas too.

Just never listen to a English cover of Cowardly Montblanc ever actually. Because that would really re-contextualize this shit for a lot of people. Because when I saw Cowardly Montblanc I was like oh shit that break up song. That song about someone refusing to be fucking turned down.

The translation "I wish you'd just hurry up and die."

The first cover to introduce me to this song ten fucking years ago,

"That's right, you're here with me now. That's right, you fade somehow. Because of that, I never can tell you just how I feel. "It would just be better if you died... ...right before my eyes"."

Though these covers are pretty good.

Even without relying on fan translation the wiki lyrics translation isn't doing him anymore favors by highlighting the one continually falling is the singer. Then turning it around at the end like you're going into me now while still highlighting the continued cowardice.

It really does highlight Kazui's mindset within Milgram well. The mindset where he believes he should have kept lying and honesty isn't worth it. Because taking the lyrics of Cowardly Montblanc in any version is just like yeah no actually yeah lie. Cowardly Montblanc is literally the and we never spoke the truth again song.

While quelling my doubts by thinking, “Even the truth is okay,” I was wishing for it all to be a lie. Because I worked out the consequences, and I was still a cowardly mont blanc, after all. You’re going into me so we can repeat this ad nauseam. I’ll gasp out any response to that I can think of.

Cowardly Montblanc is the "truth hurts" song. Half is the follow up where Kazui goes,

"I should've committed harder. I should have lived and breathed the bit."

For almost four whole minutes.

Going if I could have just kept lying maybe you'd still be here. Which aren't words that a man who doesn't care deeply about someone else would commit to.

Yet he's said it rather consistently,

Q.18 Do you regret your “murder”?

Kazui: I regret it. I wish I could’ve just kept lying.

And the prisoners can lie in their written interrogations, their voice dramas, and even imagine misleading visuals in the song extraction if they're feeling a bit fancy given After Pain. But they can't just lie in the lyrics of the song.

Like some things have to be true.

They can be sneaky sure but like there has to some facts here. Even discounting all of Kazui's first cover song it is repeated throughout Half that he wants to still be with this person and for nothing to change. He also states that he regrets his actions elsewhere but literally that is all of Half.

Even in Cat he's says it's much better to be a let down to someone else than get let down. Which implies that he's been let down before and did not enjoy it.

Plus you don't say,

"Maybe, perhaps... or... could it come true... like- It’s for the sake of true love, who wouldn’t lie for that?"

He even spells it out right here it's for the sake of true love who wouldn't lie for that and the only person he's been displayed lying for, wanting to lie for, or regretting not lying for is Hinako. Which in retrospect makes that one blank answer from his trial two interrogation so much more fucking funny.

Q.11 Did you love the person you killed?

Kazui who has spelled out that he did as much as he can, "Interesting well you people clearly can't read. So, I don't even have to dignify this with a response."

Who wouldn't lie for true love? I guess he lied because he didn't love her-

Kazui: ... (Hinako, I love you more than anything.)

Okay but what does this have to do with the cop thing? Well the thing is if he is a cop then what about his life was wrong? Like what led to this murder. He got the job his father wanted him to have, married the woman he loved to his own admission. Everything should have been fine right? Well, ya know there's this funny thing that cops do for jobs.

Sometimes they go undercover with other cops even have to play house and fake a relationship for the job. This is discussed when cops marry unknowing civilians but they can also do this with other cops and they will both hopefully know it's just work. It's just business. Now I personally think it would be hilarious if Kazui actually liked Hinako and caught feelings over the course of cover work but she was just here like uninterested.

Because it would explain the misleading distance in their relationship. Why they seem to just be playing house in Half. Why we've never seen the inside of said house outside of the set of that play. Using the ring like any of the other props in his arsenal. All of that would be explained if they were actually doing undercover work. But it's not like the only solution I mean she could've dumped him maybe she wanted the divorce then what.

Who am I to say. He could have very much still liked her and she could have just lost interest over time. Then that scene where they're talking off stage is her just trying to let him down gently who are we to say that he wasn't the one dumped here. Everyone else in this series who has had a relationship of any kind has gotten kicked to the fucking curb he is not special.

Kazui is out here like,

"Love (plus) Destiny = Crap, smash it, shatter it, bye-bye." then five seconds later- "To be caressed by you, that would be perfection."

Come on, I mean come on.

Now this next thing is just me being bullheaded because I typed it all up and I don't want to erase it. So have fun with this mini rant about why I think Kazui being a cop would be boring.

*Beginning of Rant*

This would be a boring outcome to me. Because I've already read two other cops written by Yamanaka and to say the least I wasn't impressed by either. I was slightly impressed by the first one but that had to do with a myriad of things disconnected to his status as a cop and he stopped being one by the end of the narrative. I don't even want to talk about Shota even though I understand his issue intimately when it comes to living by a strict ruleset and being greatly insecure when it comes to making decisions for himself due to trauma.

Long story short everything decent about either of those characters were due to aspects outside of them being cops and mostly good character writing in general. The cop angle was actually rather cliché and if I had to take it a step further I'd say it was trite. If those characters existed as stories in Omniscent Reader Persephone would send them back- Okay, I'll stop being salty like they wouldn't be. Because if they were on Persephone's plate I'm certain they'd lack flavor. Wait I have one more Jackalope called Mikoto mass produced goods but honestly with how many cops Yamanaka has written I'd say that'd be Kazui.

Okay I'm done. For real this time.

I'm personally hoping he can hit a happy medium with Kazui but given what I've seen previously I'm doubtful for sure. It's like if I kind of liked the first course, and I kind of hated the second course but was even more mad that outside of that one aspect this character was really good... It's my hands are tied I can't lie about my preferences my standards here are high my first experiences with cops in anime were Detective Conan and the file You're Under Arrest in elementary school.

He's not topping that my standards are too high I can admit that. Do you know how many cop shows I watched regularly I watched ID discovery religiously in high school. Kazui would have to do something impressive for me to not go ahn regular cop shit. That's on a narrative level.

The secondary thing is if I thought he was a cop I would've voted this man guilty on principle. All cops are bastards isn't just a fun acronym it's a state of mind for me. If I find out someone is a cop they tank in favorability as they should. Cops have never helped me. I don't doubt that they've helped someone but like not me. Like literally one my earliest memories are cops handcuffing my mom and sister in our home.

And then to add insult to injury I found out later those cops were sent by my cousin because he fucking hates my mom and he was a cop at the time. He told me this he had no shame about it I wasn't even holding it against him really. That was a back and forth situation between my mom's family and my dad's. That's a situation where I can fully say every party involved was wrong to an extent. So he had his buddies do that because that's how cops are in my experience. I don't know how they are in anyone else's life but that's mine.

I am acutely aware of the shit cops have and can still get away with it. When cop is added to Kazui it tells me personally that the sky isn't the limit with crime anymore the limit is space depending on how high up he is he can get away with anything and they'd just retire him. The last thing I would want do is help a cop that's my personal line. I mean I like Kazui personally he's a fun and chill guy. I'm nothing if not flexible it's just really a cop? Out of every occupation... Like it doesn't matter how sad or pathetic his life is or who wanted him to be a cop. At the end of the day he's a cop he's good. I think Milgram is actually the only place that could reprimand him in all honesty unless he was also in a Shota situation then the public will do it.

Then as we went over- being a cop runs in his fucking family! So his father has police connections and others cop would want to help him simply because they are on good terms with his father. I'm not going to destroy his reputation or anything. Him being a cop and his father being a cop should be just as bad as Mu's dad being a landlord. It should be worse actually!

Cops are who your landlord calls when they evict you. They are the people who make sure you get gone, sometimes not peacefully, and other time permanently. Like those jokes in Class of 09 these ones it's funny in the context of a fictional scenario but cops can just be like this and that's actually fucking terrifying.

Like it is not fun for me to personally consider Kazui being a cop. Hits a bit too close to home. It is actually quite stressful. I'm not going to hold you I can't say if I would have voted this man guilty solely for being a cop if I thought about the implications of him being one more during his second trial but it definitely would have made me uncomfortable enough not to vote after the knee-jerk reaction subsided. Oh but not all cops- I don't give a shit he's already killed his wife this is like the specific sort of cop people talk about when they refer to bad ones. So he doesn't even get that statement to cover his ass.

He is already in here for murder. I don't know I need to know more in this case. Mostly because even though I do get rightfully upset by this sort of thing I'm not trying to be someone who is completely led by impulse. Yet, since people have proven they're down for a police state as long as people they like are in charge with Kotoko I'm not surprised people didn't touch on it as much as I personally would have and have done here.

I live in the US though you're not about to hear me defend someone for being a cop. I'm kind of pissed this show tricked me into defending one at all. It does not matter what the cops sexuality or ethnicity is to me. They're a fucking cop. Yeah not every cop is bad but the police system is a systemic failure. So, regardless of how many good cops go in they either don't stay good cops or they die. Because it's a systemic failing founded on taking advantage of the vulnerable and underprivileged. Kazui could have been a great cop that would not change how policing is done we can't put the ills of systems on individuals. That's what Shota's story was about.

Yes people can do more harm under flawed systems. Yet, the only real harms they can mitigate while working under a flawed system the ones they themselves could have committed. Plus cops turn on other cops all the time predominantly female ones which we see in Kazui's story. So it just gets worse the more it's looked at fully which is considerably not good.

*End of rant*

Point 3: Everyone's a Child to a Real Adult & Proper Stress Relief

"But you know people in their twenties are still kids"

Kazui views everyone in Milgram as a child. Because he is the oldest here. Regardless of how many people who are legally adults try to compare themselves to him in seniority he is not interested. This is a mindset you get the older you are.

The older you are the older your definition of children gets. To my dad who is eighty being immature or young includes people up to their seventies. This has nothing to do with shipping this is literally how adult mindsets work. What one defines as young is colored by the bias they gain through their lived experiences.

For example I think being twenty five is pretty young. I wouldn't consider it a child right now like that's a young adult. Yet that's because right now twenty-five for me is four years ago. Imagine like in two more decades when twenty-five for me is now twenty-four years ago. Or even just when I'm thirty five and it was ten years ago.

Right now I currently believe I'm much more mature than the person I was one year ago. The me of ten years ago is a child to me. That me was only nineteen. That's a fucking baby I didn't know shit at nineteen I didn't think I knew everything either. God I wish I had that confidence I did not. I barely knew how to use the internet. Because I was pretty much raised without using most the social features and then thrown into it. Man I was kind like Futa back then actually.

I caused my fair share honestly. Man but when you're that age ya know it's good to be cocky. At that age you're figuring yourself out. See I'm doing it right now! That is my point 23 was over a decade ago for Kazui fucking Shidou's age is exactly a decade ago from Kazui. I recently had a short relationship with two people three and four years my senior and the experience quite literally made me want to kill myself.

Like legit I tried multiple times. I'm not joking. Because it was infantilizing. Constantly it was a consistent form of demeaning disrespect and mistreatment. Sometimes I wish people the best and I still do- The best of everything but it's hard. It truly is difficult to not see someone younger than you as beneath in some way or someone older than as condescending and kind of uppity.

Be it as inferior intellectually, less understanding, or just less independent for a myriad of reasons. Which is already something I'm personally self-conscious about already. Now imagine having someone around who simultaneously treats you like a child and the only adult in the room. And that was my October of last year until now.

So I was kind of applauding when Kazui called Mikoto a child. When he said people in their twenties are still children. Because I could feel the way that Mikoto had to hold in a cringe in the text. Like kind of temper himself and I thought I know how he must be feeling right now. To be an adult but not really to have a job to feel like one of the oldest here and have that bubble just popped by Kazui like you're a kid too.

He must be fuming on the inside right now. He must be wondering what gave him that impression were the nicknames too childish is it how I talk. What gave him this impression that I was just some pathetic misguided youth that needs a father figure right now?! What made him think that and if I could put this man in the ground right now ooo mother fucker. Come up to me with this shit on his fucking birthday you must think you're such big man huh.

I'm nearly forty but I'm a child heart hello fellow kids ass son of a bitch. Oh I'm Kazui Mukuhara if you can just beg for my help real quick because you clearly need it- You need a crack upside the back of your fucking skull, fuck you. I said it before and I'll say it again,

"“I” will save “me”."

If I wanted help I'd ask you condescending son of a- get out go! Leave I've turned you down- Away with you! What came out instead,

"Well, you know... I appreciate your feelings, but... I don't know what I might do, even I'm not sure myself. So, I think it's best if we're not together for a while. Beside... haha, aren't you scared Kazu-san?"

And he's just gonna keep talking like I'm gonna change my mind yep there he goes. Mm, hm...uh huh. You gotta be polite it's just one of those days. This conversation will end eventually.

Mikoto's Second Voice Drama

"It's pretty tough, isn't it? Ahaheheh... There's been so many things beyond my comprehension since I got here." ... You really... do laugh when you're suffering, huh? "Huh?" You don't get angry. You don't scream. You laugh, like it's a minor inconvenience. "Ah... I guess so. I might have that kind of trait." ... "If you just laugh and pretend, usually things will work out in the end, right? I'm pretty good at that making things work out to the best of my abilities." Is that so... "Eheheh... But... It's not coming to an end. All of this."

"So, I think it's best if we're not together for a while. Besides... haha, aren't you scared Kazu-san?"

That brings us to the second point.

"If you need to relieve some stress."

As we discussed before the troubled youths thing can also mean violent youths. So it seems like the stress relief being referred to here is friendly sparring to make sure that Mikoto doesn't end up lashing out again. Though Mikoto seems to be warry about sparring Kazui because again he does not know what he will do. Taking his statement at face value here instead of just saying it's because he dislikes Kazui.

It's a reasonable excuse to give. I don't know what I'd do or even my own strength so I think sparring with you would be irresponsible. Is a completely reasonable response to that sort of offer even if Kazui is just trying to help. Like over all this is a very polite conversation. Despite the undertones which I am appreciating.

Kazui even tells Mikoto he can just come talk to him in general because being alone can be difficult. Which we've seen Mikoto have difficulties with how isolated he's become on his last birthday,

23/10/06 (Mikoto’s Birthday) This translation was done by Maristelina but some parts explaining personal pronouns have been omitted check out the link to see those!

Mikoto: Is it true… There’s really another me?  These tattered clothes, and scaring everyone, it’s all because of him. They say I'm a murderer... Isn't it unreasonable to expect me to believe that?

Mikoto: Can you hear me talking like this?  If you can hear me, then answer me. Why are you doing such horrible things? Hey. It's your fault things have become like this. ……Answer me!!

Mikoto: Ah, ahhh!! Because, I did it for your sake…! Because you would break apart!!

Mikoto: What am I doing...? There's no way you'll conveniently give me an answer. I should just stop thinking about everything already...I'm tired......

So, yeah it was just a nice offer not much else to say.

I mean I could go over why it's kind of weird that Mikoto is hesitant to take him up on it. Especially since they were in a smoking club before, he talked about hobbies with him, etc. So it's just generally a good offer but instead of the whole he may want to jump him thing, Mikoto just might genuinely be concerned about what he may do. I mean I'm not against considering that.

It's just I can simply imagine if anyone else gave him this offer he might have jumped on it. I don't know maybe if Kotoko said this.

Point 4: Nearly Forty

Um excuse me what do you mean nearly you were thirty-nine at the beginning of 2020 and you turned forty that year. You had a birthday and everything. So you should be like forty-four today. Weird for you to say nearly forty.

Well, Gunsli you see if they believe they're not aging then-

Then why the fuck celebrate the birthdays? Habit? For fun. I mean clearly not everyone is celebrating it's not like Mikoto wished Kazui happy birthday here or like Kotoko wished Mu a happy birthday in the timeline before this one.

Well if we just believe that they're not aging because they're either dead or in stasis like in Caligula Effect-

Comment from Yamanaka May 16, 2020

"I apologize for posting 2 days in a row. This is Takuya Yamanaka. I realized that there's something essential that I need to clarify to ensure everyone can enjoy Milgram fairly, "so I picked up the pen again." That is, there is no connection between the fictional universes of Milgram, DECO*27, and Takuya Yamanaka's other works. For example, the girl from past DECO*27 songs or that person from Caligula... There are no such connections. Milgram is a completely new world created in collaboration between DECO*27 and I. So, you can dive into this content without needing any previous knowledge of our past works. Enjoy it from the start!! Thank you for your understanding and support."

Yeah two separate worlds. A bit of a bummer not too surprising though. It just would have been so much fun.

A lot of writers have narrative tells or habits. Where even when something is completely new it will have similarities to their previous works that end up standing out to those who engaged with said other works. However, those previous works shouldn't overshadow what a creator is making now.

It's pretty similar to how when Hao came out a lot of people compared the sound to Salamander. Every creator has certain sounds or themes that just tickles them the right way or they simply enjoy exploring. So there are similarities between Milgram and Caligula that are bound to crop up from time to time. Like Yamanaka's writing of cops- I'm sorry I won't bring it up again.

Outside of that Caligula Effect Overdose is a game that covers murderers extensively. So much so that it's wide range social network involves several classes that have been involved in one murder or another. The second couldn't be further from Milgram as it more so focuses on rehabilitation while growing to better work with and trust others.

Something Milgram itself and the staff have stated the series is not about. However with that bit of concrete information given to us we can stop with the comparisons and start cracking into the world of Milgram proper.

So before we get into age let's talk about the concrete things we know about Milgram as a world.

It canonically has twitter and Jackalope is on it,

April 28, 2020 Jackalope Announcement

"Hey, have you been waiting patiently? I'm gonna explain what you guys are gonna do next. ... Wait for May 1st, 7:00 PM. I'll personally teach you all about Milgram. Well, until then, get others involved in Milgram. We need to think about 'sin'... Various thoughts and sensibilities are necessary. You understand, right? ... And there are those on Twitter who dare to call me a rabbit. I remember your profile pictures..."

This is written in the character of Jackalope and we see Futa using Twitter in Bring It On. So, this is just canon. It's not big news or anything. It's just funny to note.

This is also something that differentiates it from Caligula Effect as the main social network used in that is called Gossiper.

We also know that the timelines have been compared to tweeting.

May 25, 2020 Jackalope Announcement

"Starting today, we'll synchronize the voices within Milgram to your devices. In simpler terms, it means the prisoners will start tweeting on the timeline too. Just so you know, your comments won't be visible or audible to them. Think of it as one-sided eavesdropping. Well, that means you can say whatever you like without any worries. Remember, the only way you can interact with them is through Es. That's the fundamental rule of Milgram. You'll understand more about this eventually. Don't worry, I'm here, watching all of you."

Comments on the app won't be heard by the prisoners because the only way the audience can communicate with them is through Es. This means nothing said on the app can be heard by the prisoners. Information posted elsewhere like on Twitter or YouTube can be heard but to what extent is unknown.

The implication from these statements is that Jackalope oversees the Twitter. Because he bluntly implies such multiple times and even compares the timeline to the characters tweeting. There's yet to be an implication that Es hears what the audience is saying through Twitter. However it has been implied that the theories are being filtered to Es through other means.

This makes it seem as though all of the information sent to the Milgram platforms is being filtered for Es. Since Jackalope says the prisoners can't hear us here but not that Es can't. So, anything pertaining to the prisoner's crimes/the audience's speculations regarding the prisoner's sins may be sent to Es to overlook and consider while the things not pertaining to that are ignored. Just like with how the Prisoner Interrogation Questions are filtered and chosen by management.

Note that I said "prisoner's sins" there with the intent of referring to sins generally. That is because things outside of the prisoners murders can be considered sins by the wider audience. For example how the audience considered lying or getting a divorce Kazui's sin or how the audience interpreted Yuno's sin as abortion even though many people rightfully wouldn't conflate abortion with murder.

These sins were in fact filtered to Es who stated that they had the impression that abortion could be Yuno's crime because the audience told them it could. Same with the idea that Kazui's crime was sexual in nature as again the audience told Es that Kazui's crime was related to sexuality. How they chose to interpret those things only speaks to Es as a character.

However, the prisoners will only know what Es themselves communicates with them when it comes to the audiences personal feelings regarding them.

This is something highlighted by the fact that Yuno says this in her second voice drama,

Hm…well then, should I tell you what I heard the voices saying in my head?

"Because she's pitiable.” “There's no mistake that she has some kind of reason." "She might have become like this because she had some kind of hardship in her past." "She's become like this because there's some problem in her home life—because she doesn't know love yet!"

"Because of that…I'll forgive her."

Everything that Yuno stated to overhear that Es admits to thinking about has to do with why people found her innocent.

That she's heard others debating her sin but not all the other things said about her. So the prisoners could just be hearing the statements on the crimes that have been filtered through to Es and that Es has taken into consideration. Yet, mundane things won't be considered. Unless it's related to why we voted them a certain way it won't be brought to their attention.

This is probably why Jackalope highlights it's fine to vote based on any reasoning. Although the only way that prisoners hear the voices of the audience may predominantly be through YouTube comments.

Yamanka also stated this in a translated interview,

"I came up with the idea for "MILGRAM -ミルグラム-" during a meal with DECO*27. I didn't want the suggestion to be perceived as just a polite social gesture, so I proposed the idea on the spot. Originally, I had thought of turning it into a game, but after seeing the music video for "Otome Kaibou," I was inspired to develop something that was synced with music. I found this idea more modern and interesting. The comment section of Vocaloid songs often features various people offering their interpretations and analyses of the music video. However, there's usually no way to confirm whether these interpretations are correct or not. So, I came up with the idea of providing an answer and turning it into a complete story."

So we can at least pin down that the world has similar social media platforms to the one that we reside in ourselves. That Milgram has been operating for a good while given the content from the novels. As well as that the Milgram web-series that we are engaging in tends to focus more intently on YouTube comments.

Which can explain why certain aspects of Milgram were highlighted in the first end of trial notice and in following voice dramas while other things were not.

Back to the age. This doesn't really tell us that Kazui isn't aging because he celebrated his own birthday too. So he would know his own age he just sort of lied here and Mikoto doesn't know enough about him to even tell that this is a lie. He can't really correct him or maybe he just doesn't want to. However, I doubt many people within Milgram have given the others their specific age. He could say whatever number he wants none of them would know.

We were given his age information and it's not like Es told everyone all of the other prisoners ages. So, it's just weird he said this. Because then we would have to believe Kazui who has been present for all of his birthday's since Milgram started simply can't count. It's not even that far up to count and trust me I have dyscalculia and dyslexia. I had to check his age before posting about his birthday yesterday multiple times. I still don't trust it said thirty nine and I have the page up right now.

But it says that. I don't know why he would still present himself as not being forty yet but I don't really care either. It's not the biggest lie to tell. Maybe he's embarrassed about the immense age gap between him and everyone else here. I don't know all I know is he celebrated his birthday and gave his proper age when he was interrogated first trial.

"Once again I'm Mukuhara Kazui, age thirty-nine. Nice to meet you, Warden-Kun."

Like hell I wanted to say this was because they weren't aging too. That could be fun yet that's not how him reporting his age works. Vampires can lie and say their eighteen but they still know how many years they've been alive.

This and that simply don't have that much to do with each other. This just randomly confirmed prisoners can lie about their ages and that we simply don't know how long he's been almost forty. Which is actually scarier to me. Since he came in here saying he was thrity-nine and is still presenting it as though he is despite the very clear passage of time that he was fucking involved in for four years. Right in front of all of us and everyone in that jail!

Like I don't know what to say to that it was such a casual lie. So, harmless actually. Just a blink and you'll miss it type thing. It's either that simple or for some reason he knows that their bodies aren't aging which again wouldn't change how time is mentally perceived regardless.

So even in that niche situation he'd still be fucking lying because we saw him celebrate all those birthdays and we know he can count. He knows how old he is why did he say this?!

Like bro- What?

Other than that Kazui gets to join the still a child mentally club!

23/08/05 Maristelina translation

Kazui: Hmm... well, that's fine. If that's easier for you, I won't force you. But you know, people in their 20s are still kids. It's admirable that you're hard on yourself, but I think it's okay to cause a bit of trouble for others.  After all, I'm nearly 40 and I'm still a kid at heart.

20/06/18 Rochi's translation

Kotoko: Treat you like a child? Hah, you’ve got to be kidding. Back when I was your age, I was already the person I am today. I don’t have any plans to let you get away with something just “because you’re a child.” ……remember that.

20/07/11 Rochi's translation

Shidou: ……I’m not really like that. ……that’s just what it is to be an adult. When I think back…… I don’t think much about me has changed since I was around your age. Getting older…… it doesn’t mean something drastic is going to change about you.

Alright this took literally all day I'm going to eat now.

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

ranking spop seasons on a scale of pretty good writing to absolute dumpster fire oh god burn it please:

s4. i honestly loved how multi-layered and interesting this season was. glimmer's corruption arc was so intriguing, adora's search for her identity and origin was such a good plotline that s5 completely threw away and it was fun seeing catra dig herself deeper into a hole and face at least some consequences of her actions. double trouble was also such a cool character and i just love how adora stopped giving a shit about catra in that season. there was also a lot of hope for glimmadora.

s3. while it started off a bit weak, it just got progressively more interesting and the lore started to get deeper around this point. the portal sequence was a cool concept, if you look past the classic c//a abuse (i mean, if it wasn't for s5, i wouldn't be complaining about catra's abuse. she was an eerily realistic representation of abusers.)

s1. while this season was a bit mundane and filler-y, i still enjoyed it. this was the time when i still sympathized with catra a little and didn't hate her actions as much. it was nice to see adora settling into etheria and i really loved that episode where she stands up to shadow weaver and claims her own freedom from sw's abuse.

s2. honestly, i don't remember much of this season except for white out, which was one of the worst episodes of the series. apart from the fact that catra happily tortured adora and almost got everyone killed because she didn't want to give up control of adora, none of this was ever relevant in the later episodes. the whole purpose of white out seemed to be to make adora suffer for absolutely no reason.

s5. i don't think i need to explain.

[starry-skies-116]

The Super Trio!!

More information about them below:

______________________________________________________________

Clark:

24 years old.

Is Superman (obviously)

His eyes fade from cobalt blue to sunset pink (a more alien feature) and they don't have visible pupils- instead, they're a shade of teal that blend in seamlessly with the rest of his eyes. His excuse to those who ask him about it are 'cataracts that hinder his vision' hence the glasses.

Has moles underneath both his eyes, as well as tiny black stud piercings.

Mild mannered, gentle and sweet- doesn't come across as much of a country bumpkin as his original counterparts, since he left Krypton when he was a child and not a newborn.

Krypton fell to a combination of political dissent and environmental factors, succumbing to civil war. So while Clark DOES have family, he prefers not to talk about them, much less associate with them. After all, they do bring back memories that he'd rather not remember.

Struggles with his sense of identity and purpose, and tends to be more defiant of authority since people have been trying to control him for basically his entire life. The past still haunts him even to this day.

Has knowledge of Krypton's history, as well as its technology- though he has to be careful about whom he discloses it to and where he stores it.

Basically 90% of Lois and Jimmy's impulse control.

Lois:

24 years old.

Intern at the Daily Planet and aspiring Pulitzer Prize winner.

Her mother is an immigrant from Vietnam- her biological father died before she was born- 'Lane' isn't her actual surname.

Younger sister is Lucy Lane, a New Metropolis Public Security officer- and US Army General Sam Lane is her stepfather.

Ambitious, determined, hardworking, single-minded and playful- basically hasn't relaxed a day in her life. Values the truth above all else.

She is, as Jimmy puts it, an 'unhinged driver.' To put it into perspective, she ran twenty red lights since she first got her license and only got two speeding tickets, and one time she reversed on the highway because she missed her exit (Jimmy was traumatized.)

As Perry puts it, she seems to have a seemingly 'endless' supply of energy, never being exhausted or apathetic. She's also quite perceptive, too, having quite the number of connections via her family- and eventually, her friends.

She has dyslexia.

She doesn't really get along with her stepfather, and doesn't often talk to him- so they don't really have a warm relationship.

Jimmy:

Real name is James, of course.

19 years old (or as he argues, 19 and three-quarters.)

The Daily Planet's photographer- enthusiastic and precocious, and rather easily excitable. Don't let that fool you, though, he's a shockingly adept detective with a penchant for uncovering the truth.

A good judge of character, willing to give others a chance and never overstepping boundaries if he can help it.

His photography skills are still a work in progress- much to Perry's chagrin, instead of clear photos of the subject specifically requested for the article, most of the camera roll is blurry images of Superman.

Superstitious, a firm believer in alien 'conspiracy theories' and the first to propose that Superman is, in fact, an extraterrestrial.

He and Lois are basically 'double the trouble,' as Perry puts it- which is why he assigns Clark to the General Investigations Department, to reel them in.

Has quite a lot of extended family, similar to Clark- unlike the latter, though, they're rather loving to the point of being somewhat overprotective.

Screams at the top of his lungs whenever Lois is driving- thankful for Clark's presence, since before the latter began to work for The Daily Planet, Jimmy was always in shotgun whenever Lois drove and took the brunt of the terror.

[rainbowchewynuggets]

TMA: Encore #8

Jon: This way.

He leads his team steadily through doorway after doorway in the labyrinth of stone. The others follow uneasily, eyes mostly fixed on the light but acutely aware of the darkness around them. The hallway keeps going and going, twisting and splitting.

Jon: Stay close. He left a lot of dead ends down here.

Sasha: Won’t he come after us once he realizes we’re gone?

Jon: He doesn’t need us. We’ve done enough. With any luck, he can get Prentiss and Jonah on his own.

Jon’s words are confident enough, but his silhouette is stiff. His head keeps flicking between untaken passageways when it’s not set on the map or the path ahead. Tim notices, especially. He could swear Jon’s had them double back a couple times, but it’s hard to tell.

They pass by an inner chamber of the Panopticon, the long drop to the center watchtower that was left half-submerged in cement after the prison closed. The bundles of TNT the other Jon–the Not-Jon–strapped to the stone pillars weeks before are still in place.

Sasha: Where’d he get all that?

Tim: He can disappear doors. I imagine he could pop one up in a demolition warehouse.

Martin: And we’re just leaving that here?

Jon: Nope.

Jon tucks the map into his palm with two fingers and digs a small square device out of his pocket. He holds it in the light for just a second. It’s the spiderweb lighter.

Sasha: Jesus. Are you serious, Jon?

Jon: None of us will be able to put this behind us if the archives are still standing. Besides, if they’re helping Jonah, it can only be good to get rid of them. I was going to go back and pull the fire alarm after you all got clear so the place will be empty. Come on.

Martin: But won’t it… hurt? We’re all tied to it through the Eye.

Jon: It might be uncomfortable, but nothing serious. None of you are that deeply attached, I think.

Martin: What about you?

Jon: *staring forward* I’ll be fine.

Tim: Assuming the place will even let you light the fuse.

Jon pauses, then concedes a troubled sigh. He returns to the map.

Jon: Okay, we need to turn right at the next fork.

His arm instinctively raises when he looks up, casting light on a figure standing motionless in the dead air and staring into the brightness as it flashes on his glasses. Not-Jon.

The group can do nothing but chatter and stumble in total darkness. Martin is the first to reach a wall. He runs his hand along its odd smoothness, searching for a corner–an escape route.

He finds a light switch.

Martin: What?

He flicks it, and he finds himself back in one of the tiny offices of the archives with Tim and Sasha. Tim immediately tries the door and curses. Locked.

~

Jon can barely breathe. His fingers pry at other fingers no thicker than his own. Yet they are as immovable as coils of iron. The scarred hand is fixed at the meeting of his collar and neck, pressed just hard enough to hold him in place. The back of Jon’s head is tiled at an uncomfortable angle against the wall as a reflex to keep his airway open. He kicks at the man holding him, but the rest of him might as well be made of steel, too.

Jon coughs indignantly.

He recognizes that they’re standing in one of the cluttered storage rooms at the back corner of the archives. Piles of file boxes and unused chairs dampen what little noise he can make. The veins in his neck pump against his captor’s fingers at an accelerated rate.

NJ: I think we still need to clear some things up, so you’re going to stay still and listen. Really listen this time.

Not-Jon starts by apologizing. He knew from experience that being honest from the beginning wouldn’t guarantee success. However, he reminds Jon that he did warn him there could be difficult outcomes from the beginning.

Jon doesn’t say anything.

Not-Jon reiterates the stakes. That being able to progress with total control is antithetical to thwarting the forces that seek to consume them. Because they are the only force of absolute control. He says that Jon needs to try harder to keep the others onboard. He speaks more emphatically than before, trying to suppress his frustration.

Jon’s focus has drifted. He just noticed that his doppelganger isn’t wearing the ratty sweater he has been, just a black t-shirt. And he’s sweating.

Not-Jon requires an answer. Does Jon understand how important this plan is now?

Jon stays silent.

NJ: I’m wasting my breath aren’t I?

Jon can’t tell if the grip is getting tighter or if his neck is getting irritated from the tension. It’s a little harder to breathe.

Jon: I knew that I locked the door when we were talking before. You let the others find out on purpose. You counted on them interfering.

NJ: Because I can count on them acting against me more reliably than I can count on you cooperating.

Jon’s eyes narrow.

Not-Jon tells him that a big part of trial and error is managing variables. Looking for patterns in how they fail and complicate things. And the biggest issue by far, across all possible scenarios, in trying to prevent the Fears from winning is…

NJ: You, Jon. Nearly every time. Because despite the fact that you would have willfully stumbled through their plan out of sheer curiosity, you simply cannot seem to stick to this plan that you didn’t make yourself. Even though, technically, you did.

Jon is stung. His face sours defensively.

Jon: You can’t blame me for knowing you too well to trust you.

Not-Jon lowers his head to meet Jon’s eyes squarely–which unsettles Jon, recalling that they’re both supposedly the same height.

NJ: You would know, wouldn’t you?

An uncomfortable beat passes. The hand at Jon’s throat feels too hot.

NJ: I know that you brought your team down into the Tunnels just to lead them in circles. You had no intention of escaping. Not now, anyway. You were more concerned with provoking me. Finding out what I can do. What I really am.

Jon pipes up quickly.

Jon: How was I supposed to stop them from trying to leave? I was protecting them. You were spying on us. You could even see us in the Tunnels! I had no idea what could be waiting between us and the exit!

The way Not-Jon is looking at him is making Jon nervous and talkative. He accuses Not-Jon of not being able to separate the Fears’ influences from his own motivations. Not-Jon replies that that’s easy for him to say. For decades, he’s had no choice but to try to make good from a very difficult place. Jon says that’s not good enough. He can no longer be convinced that Not-Jon is ultimately on their side. The time-worn man lets out a long painful exasperated breath. He sets his jaw, never breaking eye contact.

Not-Jon: Yes. I’m not on your side. Or the Fears’ side. I am on my side. The side where the world doesn’t end. I have learned from the many, many times that I have been in this spot that being on your side does not achieve that. As much as I always hope that things will be different the next time, I have no obligation to work with you, reassure you, or save you. I am here to be the thing that gets you to be on my side, and I will force you if I have to.

Jon feels surrounded by his counterpart as it begins describing the apocalypse that has been lingering in the back of his mind for the past several weeks. If asked, Jon could already vividly recall each domain of intense suffering that had riddled the landscape. He had relistened to it several times to spur himself forward in moments of weakness. But as he hears it now from the mouth of the Archivist, it spreads through his senses like a cancer. A cacophony of wailing and screaming drowns out the pounding in his ears. The meaning of time dissolves in the freezing, burning, acrid wind that whips at his skin and tongue. The individual terror mills, each unique in their unwatchable intricacy, crowd his vision in a kaleidoscope. He is paralyzed. Speechless.

The trance is broken by a soft knock at the door.

Rosie: Mr. Sims?

Not-Jon pauses. Jon is busy reeling.

NJ: *clears throat* Rosie?

Rosie: Sorry to interrupt your reading. Your appointment just arrived.

Not-Jon raises his head. He had almost forgot.

NJ: Melanie.

Melanie has been sitting here for fifteen minutes.

Jon enters, straightening himself up. He pauses, realizing he’s never seen her face before.

Jon: *a little hoarse* Melanie King?

Melanie: That’s me. Do you make a habit of keeping people waiting, or is it just for me?

Jon: Uh–no, I’m sorry, Miss King. I just needed a minute.

Melanie: Hmph. I was beginning to worry you had already heard of me.

Jon remembers the internet fiasco that brought her in originally.

Jon: I… have heard a bit.

He takes her statement, just as it appeared in the tapes. Once she’s finished, she asks what he thinks.

Jon stares into his notepad, at the notes he didn’t take. Her encounter with the avatars lurking in the abandoned hospital and her later history with the other Jon plays back in his mind like microfilm as the fresh imprint of the apocalypse scrolls by further in the background, peeking brightly through the gaps in his memory. He closes the notebook and looks at her.

He advises her to get as far away from the factors of the incident as she can, and to avoid any further supernatural encounters. They’re dangerous, and her health could be at risk. She protests in confusion, but he insists. He says that she might have gotten into this thinking she can handle it, but she’ll find herself in trouble sooner than later. A lot of people have died over less. She asks him questions about other incidents. Professional confidentiality would forbid him to answer, but he feels compelled to overrule it for this. He replies as briefly and vaguely as he can without compromising the gravity of his answers. Yes. Yes. Of course. Yes, it gets worse than that. Melanie’s expression becomes less scrutinizing as the conversation progresses.

She slumps back in her chair and searches his face.

Melanie: I don’t care.

Jon: What do you mean?

Melanie: This stuff has been my life for years, and I never even broke the surface. Something serious is clearly going on, and I’m not gonna bail just because there’s a chance it’ll go wrong. Even if it’s a big chance. It’s not like anyone else is doing anything about it.

Jon kicks himself.

Jon: You should really let the Institute handle that kind of investigation.

Melanie: Based on what you’ve said, you honestly don’t seem prepared to do much more than sit and file paperwork.

Jon’s fingers screw together.

Jon: I wish I could.

Melanie: Then, do.

She gets up to leave.

Jon: Wait.

She stops at the door. He speaks in a flattened tone that almost comes out as a whisper.

Jon: Don’t ever contact this institute again.

She scoffs and shuts the door hard after her. Jon exhales. He stares at his knuckles, deep in thought.

By the time he exits the interview room, the others appear to have gone home.

------------

Hope you’ll pardon the change in format. Here’s why, if you missed it. This is actually gonna be more detailed than an outline. Part fic/script, part comic. Spooky story with pictures. Enjoy. Glad to be back making it. Can’t wait for you to see the end of it.

Next

Prev

First

Index

[whumpty-dumpty-doo]

We Are TroubleD - "A Shocking Offence"

Written as a part of @whumperofworlds' WoW's Birthday Whump Event!

Day 4 (my chosen prompts are bolded): Electrocution / Waterboarded / "Anything but that!"

---

Event page | My event participation masterpost (coming soon) | “We Are TroubleD” Masterpost | First | Previous | Next

---

Content Warnings: Difficulty breathing, electric shock, exhaustion, fear, injuries (minor), swearing, temporary loss of mobility, worry

---------------------------------------------------

            It was a tense and awkward climb, but Tristan managed to wriggle through one of the basement windows and pull himself out into the backyard. The grass was prickly, wet, and chilly against his chest, but a little bit of discomfort was more than worth it for the promise of freedom.

            He crouched down, trying to stay as small and in control of his actions as he could, and slowly slid the windowpane closed behind him. He’d be damned if he let their captor know that was how he escaped.

            It felt seven kinds of wrong to be outside. Forbidden. Exhilarating. Frightening. The whole world spread before him, full liberation from this hell almost within his grasp. He could go back to his old life, back to his other friends, back to his broken little family… 

            All he had to do was find help for himself and Darius.

            Timid fingers brushed against the side of the house, steadying himself as he slunk around. Tristan peered up, trying to find the wall with the fewest windows. If there was no way to be seen from inside, he could get further along before he was detected.

            Around the left side there was only one window- a tiny little thing, possibly for bathroom ventilation. The lights were off and the blinds were still drawn. Perfect.

            He launched off of the wall and bolted, wincing momentarily as his bare feet crunched into the gravel of the driveway, but choosing not to dwell on it. Before he knew it, he was back in the grass. A beat-up old truck sat a few feet away and he ducked behind it long enough to take stock of which direction he should run.

            A swear escaped his lips. There weren’t any houses nearby that he could see, just woods and land. Before him was a large, grassy field, but if he could make it to the tree bank on the other side of it then he’d have more coverage and could slow down to figure out his next move.

             There was a road to his left that had to lead somewhere… He could follow parallel to it a bit farther back so he wouldn’t be spotted immediately if their captor came driving after him. He might even be able to squat in the woods until the man gave up looking.

            Yup, the treeline was the way to go.

            Off he dashed, flying as fast as his legs would carry him. His cheeks flushed red as he panted, but he didn’t slow down for anything.

            Thoughts of Darius were heavy on his mind. How much time did they have before their captor woke up and found him? Would Darius be okay? Had he made any progress cutting through the cuff?

            Was there any possibility that Tristan could actually find help in the first place? He didn’t even know where they were or if there were people this way.

            It was closer to morning than he thought. The horizon was just barely starting to brighten up. No sunrise yet, but it probably wouldn’t be more than a half hour before things started getting lighter. He had to act fast to make the most of the cover of darkness.

            When he reached the trees, Tristan doubled over trying to catch his breath. He stumbled behind the thick old trunk of a bigger tree and leaned against it for support, breathing fast and hard.

            Maybe this would suck less if he had water. Maybe it would suck less if he had kept up with his exercise regimen. In high school he had been on the track team. Not necessarily good at track, but a participant, nonetheless. Now it felt like he had never run a day in his life. Guess sitting captive in a basement for a long period of time could do that to a person. 

            He peeked around the trunk, stealing the smallest glance back at the house. No lights or movement yet, thank god. He still had time.

            Unfortunately, though, there was no sign of Darius either.

            There was a pang in his heart. How the hell could he leave Dair behind? Tristan’s head spun for a moment. He had to go back for him. With the growing daylight through the windows, he would be able to see better to find sharper scissors or a knife or something to cut the ankle cuff and bring him with him. They could go together. There was time…

            … No. No, there wasn’t. He had promised. Darius would be furious at him. Things could go wrong. They couldn’t afford that.

            Tristan swore again and swung the side of his fist against the trunk.

            No. He had to go. He had to keep on.

            He pushed through the brush, taking care to avoid any plants that might be poison ivy. He wasn’t quite sure what poison ivy looked like exactly, but it was wise to avoid anything dangerous-looking or sharp regardless.

              Once he got to the end of the small forest, he cautiously poked out to see what he could spot in the distance.

            Trees. Some bushes. A grazing field. Cattle dotting said field. A few more bushes and trees. More cows. More tree—wait.

            He squinted, trying to make sure he was seeing things correctly. Sure enough, beyond the next bank of trees stretched a field. On the other side of the vast spans of land he swore he saw a house. His vision held on it for a moment and he swallowed.

            It was probably farther than it looked, and it would be a long, long dash through wide open ground where he could be spotted in an instant from the road. There were a few bushes scattered about and a couple trees... Not the best hiding spots, but maybe they could work in a pinch. That or -he thought amusingly- he could snuggle up and make good friends with a cow.

            His feet sank into the soft earth beneath him, and an idea crossed his mind. Maybe he could cover himself in mud. That way he could camouflage better if their captor drove by and he needed to throw himself to the ground to hide. He chewed his lip and thought about how long getting that kind of coverage would take. It hadn’t rained recently as far as he could tell. It wasn’t quite mud puddle consistency anywhere. Rubbing it on himself would take time.

            But dang it, if it upped his chances of evading recapture…

            It took longer than he wanted, but once he found wet enough ground Tristan dug up clumps of mud, rocks, grass, and leaves and smeared them over every part of his body that he could reach. By the time he finished decorating himself, he was covered head-to-toe in the stuff, and most likely could have made anyone think they had hallucinated the ground moving. That was his hope, at least.

            Another peek at the horizon showed that the sun was well on it’s way. He simply didn’t have much time in the dark left.

            Tristan made his way through the second patch of trees. There were signs that he was getting close to someone else’s land. Literal signs. “PRIVATE PROPERTY” “NO TRESPASSING” “NO HUNTING”. The last one made him chuckle, despite the gravity of the situation. He doubted that their captor would heed that warning when it came to tracking him down.

            He couldn’t let that happen.

            Tristan pressed on.

            There was no escaping the scratches and scrapes from the branches and limbs scattered around. Adrenaline was high, though, and he didn’t feel anything, especially with the aid of his thin layer of dirt armor. The only thing that mattered was getting to that house and getting help.

            A light flicked on in the window of the home, and the sight reinvigorated him. Someone was there. Someone was awake. Someone could help. Holy shit... Holy shit!!

            He took off again, dashing toward a clearing up ahead, but his excitement made him less observant. His toe stubbed against an unseen rock and he tripped, stifling a yelp of pain as he tumbled forward, coming to a stop in the leaf litter.

            It wound up being a good thing. In his haste, he hadn’t noticed the long length of fence that stretched out endlessly before him, blocking the path. He would have run right into it had he not been forcibly slowed down. Tristan cringed as he pushed himself up, taking a look at the barrier.

            It wasnʻt barbed wire, which was what he’d expect for farmland.

            Strange.

            Someone like him was no fence expert. The class field trip out to a farm when he was in elementary school had been fun, but the information portion of the trip was not something he had paid close attention to, and definitely not something he retained in his young adulthood. The animals were cool, but the big machines used to harvest the crops had been even cooler to him. Little Tristan had spent the entire talk staring at every single inch of the monstrously huge combine harvester.

            Maybe if he had been listening to how they kept the animals safe and contained, things would have gone a lot more smoothly for him. Instead, he had tuned out the talk and daydreamed about sitting in the captain’s chair of the machine. Tall, powerful, and ready to reap the splendors of the earth.

            Whatever. It didn’t matter what he had (not) listened to or thought about back then. What mattered now was right in front of him.

            But really? A fence without barbs or other deterrents? It seemed sturdy, like it could stand up to some damage. It would probably be able to keep cows in, even if they were running at it. But humans? The gaps were plenty wide to fit through. All he’d have to do was slip right between the plain bare wires or military crawl under if he was feeling up to the challenge.

            It couldn’t be that easy, though, could it? Surely there was a catch. There were too many signs posted around for the farm’s security to be that lax.

            Unless they were just bluffing. Meant to scare, but fully relying on the honor system for any would-be trespassers.

            Tristan approached the fence, a bit apprehensively at first, but he eased up when he looked at it closer. No small razors on the thing. It didn’t look rusty, so probably no chance of getting tetanus if he happened to… he didn’t know… faceplant into it somehow? But he’d have to be pretty bad at maneuvering through such a large space for that to happen.

            He studied it for another second, but suddenly felt stupid for doing so. He was burning valuable time. The sky was already growing a light shade of lavender. It wouldn’t be long.

            A flock of birds suddenly burst forth from a nearby tree, making his heart nearly leap out of his chest at the unexpected noise. What followed was much scarier: A sound cut through the woods. It was distant and well behind him, but unmistakably loud and enraged.

            Their captor roared furiously into his front yard.

            Their plan had been discovered.

            Unconsciously, Tristan had frozen in place, but the continued yelling startled him back to life. This was his only shot. There was no time left. The man was coming.

            Oh Fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK!!! He was coming!!

            Tristan had to run! He HAD to make it to the house!

            Tristan surged forward and carefully stuck his leg through the middle of the fence without touching any part of it. He landed safely on the other side, but bristled immediately as his foot sank into something cold, slimy, and wet. He had stepped into a cow pie. Old, but still squishy between his toes. Ugh! Oh my god! Gross!

            The unpleasant surprise caused him to lose his footing as he shifted his weight, and he slipped in the dropping; The one thing his clumsy ass didn’t want to do.

            In a panic, Tristan’s hands shot out to grab the fence to catch himself. It wasn’t barbed wire, so he wasn’t worried.

            It wasn’t barbed wire.

            It was worse.

            The second his hands grasped hold of the top line of the fence, his world exploded into a blinding flash of white light, and his body thrashed on its own in a violent, shaking jolt. An involuntary scream ripped from his throat and pierced the morning air as electricity coursed through him.

            What little sense he still had was instantly shattered the second his legs gave out and his inner thigh came in contact with the bottom line. At least it didn’t hit his sensitive parts, but my god, was it close. His heart fluttered, slammed, and quaked, angry, terrified, and completely out of his control. Everything tingled… there was a crackling noise in his head.

            He couldnʻt breathe… he couldnʻt breathe…!!

            Tristan blacked out, completely overwhelmed by the sensation surging through him.

            When he awoke, he was lying flat on his back on the side of the fence that he had come from, dazed, confused, and in pain. He voiced a strangled whimper. 

            What the fuck just happened?!

            The sun crested the horizon, bathing the grass around him in blood-orange light. He blinked slowly and tried to steady his breathing, not yet feeling its warmth, but hoping for relief soon.

            Lazily his gaze drifted over to the fence.

            … the fence…

            It clicked into place in his brain. That sensation… he had been shocked. It was an electric fence.

            That was overkill. For fuckʻs sake, this wasnʻt Jurassic Park. They were just housing cows, not a t-rex…

            His body hurt like hell, but he felt lucky to be alive. If something like that was rated to stop a bull, then who the hell was he to be able to walk away in one piece?

            Walking… Right. Fuck. He didnʻt have time to lay around all frazzled. He had to move. He had to hide before their captor set out to find him…

            Tristan went to roll himself over… to sit up… anything… but shit… SHIT! His arms and legs werenʻt working. No. No, no, no… He needed them to recover from the zap and wake up. He had to get out of there. He had to go!

            He strained and willed his arms to move, gritting his teeth. The most he could manage was a twitch of his fingers. His eyes slipped shut to wait it out, and he prayed that heʻd regain control of his limbs soon.

            Almost as quickly as he had closed his eyes, they shot open again when he heard the slam of a truck door. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Who was that? The farmer? Please, Christ almighty, please let it be the farmer coming to check what had tripped his fence.

            A gruff, angry voice called out, headed for the clearing.

            “Is this where you’re at, boy?”

            Tristan sucked in a horrified gasp.

            It wasn’t the farmer.

---------------------------------------------------

Day 4!

Bad times for Tristan... What an inopportune moment to lose control of your body and be forced to lay prone. What will he do now?!

This originally-one-part entry turned into two parts (yesterday's post and today's), and wouldn't you know it, there's still more to this little mini-story that I wrote, so you'll get part three tomorrow! I hope it's engaging and that you're enjoying it! <3

Thanks for reading!

[hymn-of-muse]

A Haunted Mind

A spop angst for catra, placed after the series ends.

tw for implications of mind control, manipulation and overall toxic relationships.

It had been months since she-ra had finally rid Prime from Hordak's mind and their lives for good, months since the best friend quartet had promised each other things would be better from now on, months since they'd set out into space again to fight back any remains of what Prime left behind on other worlds.

They'd re-entered space much more prepared for the travel this time, leaving etheria in the hands of Glimmer's father and the rest of the princesses. Hordak and Entrapta insisted on joining for a bunch of reasons catra honestly couldn't care any less about. 

Adora had assured her things would take time to feel..normal...to feel okay again. She understood it took time to heal and get passed things, but there was so much to work through..

Horde Prime may be gone but it sure as hell didn't feel like it to her. The scar from the chip on the back of her neck still hadn't fully healed over, often times she still felt like it was there..the thought of still being connected to that hive mind made her fur stand on end and sent an incredibly discomforting shiver down her spine.

Catra tried to push the thoughts away and get some sleep, curled up on her side next to a snoring adora who was currently sprawled out comfortably taking up more than just her side of the bed.

just sleep, just sleep... she'd repeat to herself, unable to focus on the sound of adora sleeping which in the old days would have helped put her to sleep in no time...

A second voice echoed in the back of her mind, no matter how small it was it was there and no matter how hard she tried to drown it out it still persisted. The inkling of possibility that Prime was still there, in her mind, waiting for his moment, waiting to use her again...

Her sharp nails kneaded her pillow, almost ripping the fabric as her stressed out habits took hold of her actions. A deep breath to steady her lively nerves and she sat up without waking adora, shuffling out of the bedroom and exploring the rest of the ship while everyone slept. Maybe her mind just needed some peace and quiet...

Catra found a windowsill to sit on, staring at the endless void of stars, a sea lacking gravity which they traversed without a sun over the surface of the horizon line to guide their direction. It was chilling but at the same time..almost soothing.

They were just going forward. That's what they wanted to do...what she needed to do. But the ship did it with much more ease than her.

She caught a glimpse of her reflection on the reinforced glass against the black nothingness outside. Her hair had started to grow out quite a bit by now...it almost frightened her to see her own reflection, she never liked looking at it..but seeing how longer hair had gotten felt like a sigh of progress, so she relaxed again.

Grey Tufts of fur, small but still visible, had started growing out. She almost forgot she cut them off after... Shadow Weaver... the image of the last time she saw her former mentor and only mother figure, the first and last time she actually got a good looka at her face, flashed in her mind as she recalled how the woman sacrificed herself.

She could never get it out of her head, could never piece it together...why Shadow Weaver suddenly had such a change of heart and did that for them...after everything she did in the past...though she did have her small moments where she really did seem to care as cruel as she had been ...maybe she really did care about them in the end.

Catra debated with herself over several things, she struggled more than anyone should to believe that people really cared, because in the end they ended up hurting or leaving her. Adora was helping her see she was wrong, helping her passed this, because adora came back for her..

Double trouble betrayed her, left her after what felt like mockery. Scorpia left, switched sides..though that was her fault, and Scorpia had since forgiven her.

She felt like the list of hurt she had done and recieved was almost endless. All those events still replaying vividly in her mind like they were so recent, fresh wounds, but it was just phantom pain.

All it was now was phantom pain, ghosts...hauntings...

The ship was quiet, she sat curled into herself watching the stars as they drifted on. Watching with a haunted mind.

reblogs are appreciated!

feel free to request more angst, fluff or whatever comes to mind!

e sure to check my pinned post!

[jadededge]

Double Trouble || Jookyun - Ch.3

Pairing: JooKyun x Reader

Genre: AU, Romance, Smut

Rating: M

Summary: Jooheon and Changkyun are an inseparable duo. They do everything together, and dating was no exception. You see them all the time and silently pine but eventually meet them and things progress from there.

Basically reader and her two boyfriends. Smut. Fluff.

Wattpad | AO3    (will likely always update these 2 places first)  

Navigation: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

You look between the pair of them. "Not uncomfortable. But I am feeling hunted." You raise a brow at Honey and set your glass on the table.

"Ah, you think you haven't already been caught." Changkyun says tipping his glass in your direction then taking another sip.

You gulp. Loud. You're certain they can hear it. They're taunting you. They know they've got you right where they want. Now the duo is just toying with you.

Jooheon is still running his thumb across your shoulder. Being sure to ever so lightly brush against the strap of your dress. You're not wondering if he won't slide it right down. He leans over to whisper in your ear, "do you want to continue playing with us?"

"Yes." You startle yourself with how quick you respond.

Jooheon leans over and places a gentle kiss on your neck, just below your ear. You purr from his touch and you can feel his smile through your skin. With your face heating up, you can't help but close your eyes and tilt your head back to give him more access.

He pulls back to look at you. "Mmm, baby's feeling good already."

"And we haven't even gotten started yet." Changkyun says standing and extending his hand towards you. "Come here, Princess."

You instantly obey. What wouldn't I do for these two? You ask yourself. It's a scary thought, but a piece of you feels at home here. As Changkyun holds your hand, he pulls you close, hovering his lips just above yours. He moves at an achingly slow pace. It makes you feel needy but you suppress your urge to whine.

"Will you be good for us?" His breath feathers your lips. "Because we're going to treat you so well."

Just as you were about to cave and beg, he presses a soft kiss to your lips. With one hand on your waist, he takes the other and snakes it around the side of your neck. This eggs you on. You moan, taking your tongue and licking his bottom lip, biting it slightly.

It shocks Changkyun a little, he pulls back and smiles. "Hyung, I think we've got a biter."

"Do we?" Jooheon comes up to you both and turns you his direction. Changkyun keeps his hand on your waist while Jooheon grabs your face gently and kisses you. Kissing him was better than you imagined. His lips were soft and pouty. And if you thought they felt good on your neck, it was nothing to how they felt against your lips, consuming every bit of your taste.

"You know, Changkyunnie likes to bite too." Jooheon continues.

As soon as the words leave his mouth, you feel a small lick and bite to the top of your back. You melt instantly, letting out another moan. Changkyun is pressing further into your back and you can feel how excited he is. God I won't survive tonight.

"What a lovely sound. I wonder..." Jooheon says in a low tone.

Breathlessly you ask, "Wonder what?" It was a trap, you knew it but you couldn't resist.

"What else we can do to get you to make sounds?" Changkyun says kissing his way up the back of your neck.

Jooheon's hand wanders down your front. From your neck, down the center of your chest, to valley of your breasts. His eyes following the motion. "Honey please." You practically beg.

"Please what?" He asks looking up into your eyes.

Changkyun's hands are now resting on your stomach while he leans in by your ear, "Tell us what you want?"

"Both of you. Everything. Please." You lay it all out for them. With their hands and mouths all over you, it was driving you crazy. In this moment, you surrendered completely. You throw your hands around Honey's neck locking them together and move to kiss himself yourself.

He lets out a delighted groan and returns your fervor. With Changkyun skimming his hands up your thighs to the hem of your dress, you feel like your legs will give out. Never had you felt such bliss. Being sandwiched between their two very different but hard bodies was Heaven. Everything after happened in a blur.

In a flurry of movements you all ended up back on the couch. Honey sits down and Changkyun turns you and lays you with your head in Jooheon's lap. Looking up at him with doe eyes, you bit your lip. "Fuck. Okay baby, Changkyunnie is going to eat that sweet pussy and then we're taking you home and fucking you senseless." You gasp at his bluntness.

"Yes."

Honey moves to palm your breast. His simple touch drives you insane as you arch your back slightly. Changkyun is kneeling between your legs skimming his hands up to your thighs, slowly pushing the hem of your dress up.

"Fuck. You two are driving me crazy." You admit. You reach out to place your hands on Changkyun's arms. He's moving too slow again.

Changkyun pauses his movements and you whine.

Jooheon lightly tugs your hair forcing you to look up at him. "Hey. I thought you said you'd be a good girl? Don't be a brat."

You pout. "I'm sorry Honey. I'll be good."

Changkyun moves your dress up your thighs, revealing your sheer black thong to him. He lets out a shaky breath as he moves closer to your heat. You grow self-conscious and blush profusely. When you move to a cover your face with you arms, Honey stops you.

"Don't. I need you baby. But you have to be good." He guides your hands above your head. "Leave them there and don't move them."

You bite your lip and nod. Changkyun then pulls your underwear down your legs, capturing your attention once again. Once off, he leans back to place them in his pocket. You hear Jooheon chuckle a little but don't take your eyes from Changkyun.

"Good girl. Keep your eyes on me." He praises. He then lowers himself down and licks a stripe up your center. You shudder, letting out a groan.

"Fuck." Jooheon says. "I knew you could make more pretty sounds." Running his hand over your hair.

You're already a moaning mess when he dives in again. He licks your clit slowly, then begins to suck. You lose your mind, arching your back while moaning loudly.

"Changkyunnie's making you feel good, huh baby?" Jooheon coos at you.

"Mmm, fuck, yes he is." You answer him.

Changkyun inserts his fingers into you and starts working you in sync with his tongue. You won't last long if he keeps at it like this. You're beginning to falter.

Honey takes this opportunity to start rolling your nipples between his fingers over the thin material of your dress, uttering soft praises to you. You fall even further.

You want to grab onto Changkyunnie's hair to ground you to something but you're afraid of what the consequences will be. Leaving you without much time to think, Changkyun pulls back to look at you still working his fingers in and out. "You look so pretty like this Princess. All fucked out, dying to come." He licks his lips.

Looking pure as sin, you lock into his gaze completely. He smirks at you and curls his fingers upwards, touching that spot. You throw your head back and scream his name. A few more times he does this and returns his mouth to your clit. I can't take anymore. "I'm so close."

"Cum for us baby." Jooheon commands. And you let go completely. All the pent up tension, teasing, months of fantasizing, everything comes out.

Changkyun is sure to lap up every bit of your release before sitting up to look at you. As you begin to come down you look at him once again. His level gaze has a sparkle in it. He knows he owns me. I am fucked.

He moves forward, never wavering, and kisses you so passionately. You taste yourself and it's the hottest thing ever. He gently helps you up so you're no longer laying in Honey's lap.

"Hey, don't forget me." Jooheon pouts.

You giggle at his cuteness. "Never." You kiss him gently.

"Mmm, delicious." He says gently, smiling.

You blush instantly.

"So cute." Changkyun says, smoothing his hand over your hair. He leans in a little and says, "now let's go home. It's hyung's turn."

You're in for a even longer night. "Can I at least have my underwear back?"

"No." They say at the same time.