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celestailio · 8 hours ago

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wanna be yours ( gojo x fem!reader )

outline: gojo satoru was one of the strongest sorcerers in jujutsu high. he could have anything and anyone except you. his best friend's girlfriend, whom he was hopelessly in love with. anyone but not you.

contains: gojo x fem!reader, lots of warnings, major deaths, angst, angst, angst, no comfort, a lot of angst, satoru is very much in love with reader, and is going through a lot, slight suggestive and very heavy themes, have i mentioned it's full of angst (￣з￣) please read at your own risk ( i am sorry )

wc: 5.9k

a/n: i am sorry in advance for this ＼(_ _) massive thankuuss to my baby bestieee who helped me with the editing. i feel like my english is improving a lot. i am very proud of this! i practised tons of literary devices to spice it up here and there. and i also registered for a writing course for my next semester! i hope it helps me! anyway as always feedback is appreciated and enjoy! <33

satoru first met you when you were both sixteen. at first, you were just another classmate — a name to remember, a warm presence. someone he respected and trusted, much like shoko and suguru.

the four of you were a constellation in the vast, perilous universe of jujutsu, each star shining the brightest when together. but somewhere along the way, satoru found himself drawn to you in a way that was beyond friendship.

he began seeking you out after lectures, his feet moving before his mind could catch up, his gaze lingering on you during sparring sessions at the bustling training grounds. he couldn’t pinpoint the moment it happened, but his eyes started finding you of their own accord, as though the universe itself was aligning for him to notice you.

one december afternoon, the classroom was bathed in a honeyed glow, the winter sun filtering through the windows like liquid gold.

the pungent smell of cleaning detergent hung heavily in the air, making satoru cough whenever he inhaled too deeply. the whir of vacuums and the rhythmic swish of mops grated against his ears, but none of it mattered.

not now.

satoru wasn’t religious, but the sight before him made him feel like he’d stumbled upon divinity. his breath hitched, cerulean eyes widening behind the black frames of his glasses.

you stood beside shoko, sunlight weaving through your hair like threads of spun silk. every movement you made seemed effortless, ethereal. in the warm light, you looked like a being from another realm, like you might sprout wings and ascend at any moment.

“you look like an angel,” he thought but didn’t dare say aloud.

you laughed as you struggled to erase the remnants of chalk from the board, your giggles light and musical, reverberating through the empty room. shoko chuckled beside you, teasing you about your height, and your shared laughter filled the space with warmth.

the sound lodged itself in satoru’s chest, tightening around his heart like a fist.

what started as a flicker of attraction grew into something deeper, something that felt like love. he didn’t know when or how, but the feeling had sunk its teeth into him, leaving a mark he couldn’t ignore.

and yet, for all his charm and bravado, he couldn’t bring himself to say a word.

satoru prided himself on his confidence and allure —his snow-white hair perfectly styled, his cerulean eyes drawing people in like moths to a flame.

he knew the effect he had on others, the way girls would giggle behind their hands whenever he flashed one of his charming smiles. his voice was a melody, his words honeyed melting everyone's heart.

so why did his confidence falter every time you were near?

“what is it, ’toru?”

your voice broke his spiral, your gaze locking onto his. you rocked back and forth on your heels, a teasing smile dancing on your lips.

he froze.

“uh, nothing,” he stammered, his usual swagger evaporating under your gaze.

you tilted your head, concern flashing across your features as you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. the contact sent a jolt through him, his brain short-circuiting.

“you okay, 'toru?”

he wasn’t. not even a little.

without a word, satoru bolted out of the classroom, his long legs carrying him down the hallway as if fleeing a curse. his heart pounded against his rib cage, each beat a painful reminder of the burning sensation in his chest.

as winter melted into spring, the world around jujutsu high began to shift. barren trees sprouted delicate buds, the air grew warmer, and the days stretched longer.

satoru sat at his desk, chin propped on his palm, watching the sky outside. the horizon was painted with streaks of oranges and reds, the fading light blending like a watercolour masterpiece. he licked the lingering sweetness of cotton candy from his lips, savouring the last vestiges of his afternoon snack.

then, another kind of sweetness called out to him.

you stood in front of his desk, painted nails nervously scratching the wood. your cheeks were tinged with a soft pink, your smile shy yet inviting.

“do you know what kind of tea suguru likes? i wanted to surprise him.”

your words took a moment to register. tea? suguru? his stomach twisted. before he could respond, shoko’s voice broke the tension.

“oh, look at you!” she teased from her desk, grinning like a cat. “so thoughtful. geto’s a lucky guy.”

her words ignited a storm inside satoru. his chest tightened, anger bubbling like lava in his gut. he wanted to snap back, but his jaw clenched shut.

“he’s been enjoying assam and pu’erh black tea,” he managed to say, his voice tight but steady.

you beamed at him, completely unaware of the turmoil roiling beneath his calm exterior. “thanks, ’toru!”

“blossoming love, huh?” shoko teased, poking your side.

your response was a soft laugh, followed by a flustered, “something like that.”

the words echoed in satoru’s mind like a curse. his leg bounced restlessly under the desk as he watched you leave, the sound of your voice lingering in the classroom.

once you were out of sight, his smile faded.

he stared blankly at the empty doorway, his mind a hurricane of questions. what did suguru have that he didn’t? was it his calm demeanour? his quiet strength? or was satoru simply too much — too loud, too brash, too… himself?

your words played over and over in his mind, each repetition sinking deeper into his skin.

something like that.

and satoru sat there, drowning in the weight of unspoken words, unexpressed feelings, and the crushing reality of unrequited love.

the flowers begin to bloom, and so did your relationship with suguru. satoru tried to maintain his usual facade around him, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. every time suguru mentioned your name or shared a story about the two of you, satoru felt like he was being torn apart.

his smiles were forced, his nods mechanical. deep inside, an ache hollowed him out, carving a void in his chest — a void that only you could fill.

he noticed how suguru's eyes lit up when he spoke about you, a spark that hadn’t been there before. jealousy simmered in satoru’s chest, sharp and bitter. he hated the thought that he could never make you smile the way suguru did.

but he stayed silent, swallowing his feelings. risking what little he had with you and with suguru, was unthinkable.

he thought that this was fine, as long as you and suguru were near him. even if he couldn’t have you in a way he wanted. it was fine.

the star plasma vessel happened, and then it wasn't.

the incident with zen’in toji shattered the fragile peace you all had. riko and kuroi’s deaths left a scar too deep to heal. satoru awakened as the strongest, embracing the blinding light of his limitless power. but suguru — he retreated into the shadows, finding solace in the darkness that consumed him.

it wasn’t like satoru hadn’t noticed the change in suguru. his best friend was a ghost of his former self, his cheeks hollow, his skin pale. his movements were sluggish, his smiles faint and fleeting. but when satoru asked, suguru brushed it off. “i’m fine,” he’d say, and satoru believed him.

he’s fine, satoru thought. he has to be.

it was the first warning he ignored.

what satoru didn’t know was that your relationship with suguru had changed too. he overheard you crying to shoko about the massive fight you and suguru had behind closed doors.

fighting? since when? confusion clouded his mind. he wanted to ask you to ask suguru, but he held back, too afraid of the answers. then, one day, you vanished from his life, retreating into solitude.

and then the unthinkable happened.

suguru massacred an entire village.

when satoru first heard the news, his first thoughts were of you. were you okay? did he convince you to join him too?

no, you couldn’t have.

before he could dwell further, a call from shoko blew away his spiralling thoughts.

“suguru’s here, near shinjuku.”

the confrontation was inevitable, a tragic crescendo in a symphony of heartbreak.

satoru let go suguru's hand that day, watching his best friend disappear into the crowd, and he felt like he was drowning in the sea of faceless strangers.

he hated himself for it.

he should’ve gone after him, should’ve fired that purple, should’ve done something. but he didn’t. he couldn’t.

how could he destroy the man who had been his best friend, his very own kin?

and yet, wasn’t that what suguru had already done to him?

what was he supposed to do now?

a week later, satoru found himself standing outside your door. he didn’t know why he was there and what he hoped to find. but his feet had carried him to you, as though drawn by an invisible thread.

he knocked, the sound echoing in the stillness. when no one answered, he hesitated before stepping inside.

the air was thick, oppressive. untouched objects sat in quiet disarray, and the dim light seeping through the windows gave everything an eerie glow.

your curse energy flickered weakly from behind the closed door of your bedroom.

“…are you there?” his voice was a soft plea, breaking the silence.

finally, the door creaked open.

you looked like a shadow of yourself. red-rimmed eyes darting around the room, hair dishevelled and spilling over your shoulders. you didn’t say anything as you retreated to your bed, and satoru followed, the weight of your sorrow pressing down on him.

he sat beside you, his presence hesitant. he didn’t know if he should speak, if his words could offer you any comfort.

finally, you broke the silence.

“it’s my fault,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “i did this. i destroyed us.”

tears slipped down your cheeks, glistening like fragile crystals as you buried your face in your hands.

“it’s not your fault,” satoru murmured, his voice gentle but firm. he reached out to hold you, but you flinched away.

“he doesn’t love me anymore,” you sobbed, your voice cracking. “he left me, satoru. he left me all alone.”

each word was a dagger, slicing through him. he wanted to tell you that it wasn’t true, that you were worth so much more than the pain suguru had caused. but the words wouldn’t come.

instead, he held you. even as you thrashed in his arms, he held you, murmuring reassurances you couldn’t hear.

then, through your sobs, came the quietest plea,

“be my boyfriend.”

the words hung in the air, fragile and uncertain. satoru froze, his heart pounding as he searched your face. was this what you wanted? or was it just a desperate attempt to fill the void suguru had left behind?

he wanted to say no. his mind screamed at him to refuse. but his heart, a traitorous thing, betrayed him.

“okay,” he whispered.

you collapsed into his arms once more, your sobs subsiding into quiet hiccups. satoru held you tightly, threading his fingers through your hair in a soothing motion.

but as he glanced at the shattered frame on your nightstand, a photo of you and suguru beneath the sakura trees, smiling amidst the falling petals, he felt the sharp sting of regret.

even as you clung to him, seeking solace, satoru knew he was only a stand-in for the love you’d lost.

and yet, he stayed.

because for now, being near you, even like this, was better than being without you at all.

graduation felt surreal — a moment meant to be celebrated, yet devoid of joy. the echoes of laughter that should have filled the halls were replaced by a haunting silence.

what should have been the culmination of years of struggle and growth was overshadowed by the absence of suguru, a vacancy that no amount of nostalgia could fill.

satoru walked beside you on the school grounds one last time, his hands buried deep in his pockets, the cool breeze ruffling his silver hair. nostalgia clung to his bones like a second skin, suffocating yet impossible to shed.

the sakura trees stood as silent witnesses, their petals cascading like soft, weeping tears. each delicate bloom was a reminder of what had once been—a time when the four of you were whole, invincible, bound by companionship and dreams. now, the petals fell with a kind of mournful grace, marking the end of an era.

the sun dipped low, casting a warm, golden glow over the scene, as if attempting to gild the bittersweet moment with a sense of peace neither of you could fully grasp.

satoru’s thoughts churned like turbulent waves, crashing against the jagged cliffs of uncertainty and loss. the future stretched out before him, vast and unknowable. but one thing was clear: he wasn’t going to leave you alone in your sorrow.

he stopped walking, turning to you with a soft yet firm resolve in his gaze. "come live with me," he said, his voice a lifeline amidst the chaos.

you hesitated for only a moment before nodding.

"okay."

living together was anything but simple.

your relationship with satoru was defined by boundaries — walls you’d built around yourself, a fortress guarding your heart from him. he respected those boundaries, though they left him feeling like an outsider in his own home.

you avoided his touch, your conversations were clipped, and the space between you stretched into a chasm he couldn’t cross. he tried — initiating small talks, filling silences with humour — but your responses were often distant, a word or two before you retreated into yourself.

even though you were now his partner in name, satoru didn’t feel like one. you didn’t talked to him, kiss him, or indulged in him. you barely acknowledged him when he came home from his duties at jujutsu high, offering only a fleeting glance before disappearing into your room.

but what hurt the most wasn’t your indifference — it was the secrets you kept.

satoru knew about the late-night meetings with suguru, thinly veiled as last minute missions. he didn’t ask where you went when you returned the next day, dishevelled and silent. he didn’t question the dark mark on your neck, peeking out like a cruel reminder of a love he couldn’t compete with.

and yet, despite it all, you came to him every night.

knocking softly on his bedroom door, you would slip under his sheets, seeking his warmth in the dead of night. he let you in, time and time again, unable to refuse the fleeting closeness.

as you snuggled against him, your soft breaths brushing against his neck, he let himself dream. maybe, just maybe, there was hope. maybe you could love him as much as he loved you.

but hope was fragile, and dreams were fleeting.

in the quiet hours before dawn, as he stirred to begin his day, he tried to pry himself away. but you clung to him, your grip tightening even in sleep. and then, like a knife to his heart, you murmured suguru’s name.

someday.

december 23rd, 2018

satoru couldn't believe his eyes. he thought that at least one of them was lying, but all six of them pointed towards him. his familiar remains of cursed energy dominating the air.

suguru stood in the courtyard, his presence commanding and his aura suffocating. his long black hair framed his sharp features, cascading down his back like a waterfall. his dark eyes scanned the crowd, lingering on you with a silent invitation.

satoru’s heart roared, a storm of emotions threatening to spill over.

suguru’s voice was calm, chilling in its confidence as he declared war against the jujutsu society — a promise of chaos and destruction that sent ripples of fear through the gathered sorcerers.

you flinched at the sight of him, and when you slipped away into the shadows, satoru’s eyes followed you.

he wanted to stop you, to demand explanations, to beg you to stay. but the words stuck in his throat, trapped by the weight of everything left unsaid.

suguru mounted his cursed spirit, ascending into the sky. his figure grew smaller and smaller until he was nothing but a speck of ink against the blue expanse.

satoru turned back to the students, his responsibilities tugging at him. his jaw clenched as he ushered the frightened youngsters back into the building, suppressing the ache in his chest.

meetings consumed the rest of his day. faces blurred, voices droned on, and his mind drifted. he thought of suguru’s eyes, of the way they found you in the crowd. he thought of your quiet departure, your figure vanishing like a spirit into the shadows.

satoru returned to your shared apartment later that night, barely able to keep his eyes open. the meetings had dragged on, and before he knew it, night had settled in.

exhausted, he fumbled with the key, unlocking the door and stepping into the quiet living room. the kitchen lights were off. you didn’t eat today?

"where are you?" he called, but the only response was silence.

confusion clouded his thoughts as he slipped off his shoes and placed them neatly by the door. had you not come home?

he crossed into the hallway, hearing the faint sound of running water from the bathroom. he knocked softly on the washroom door, but there was no reply. a knot of dread began to twist in his stomach. something wasn’t right.

“are you okay?” he called, his voice edged with concern.

silence answered.

he knocked again, louder this time. a stern call of your name, his voice rising with a note of urgency.

still, nothing.

the silence pressed in on him like a physical weight, the dread in his chest intensifying. with a frustrated sigh, he knocked once more, his voice trembling now.

“please. let me in.”

the only sound that followed was the rush of water.

his heart raced, panic gripping him as he turned the handle and kicked the door open with a force that sent the wood splintering.

inside, you stood in the shower, the water streaming down over your naked form, your body rigid and unmoving. you stared blankly at the marble tiles, like a statue, waiting for something. for the water to wash away the stains of your sins.

satoru’s breath caught in his throat as his eyes took in the sight. bruises, faint yellow hickeys marking your skin. it all told a story he didn’t want to hear, one that shattered him piece by piece.

he sank to his knees on the cold tiles, his hands trembling as he reached for you. his touch was tentative, but it was all he had left to offer.

“what’s wrong?” he whispered, his voice breaking as he pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you gently. blue eyes wide with worry, heart aching with the rawness of the moment.

your breath hitched, and finally, you spoke. your voice fragile, barely above a whisper. “i have to see him again.”

the words hit satoru like a physical blow, the blood draining from his face. his body tensed, frozen in place as the enormity of what you said settled over him, heavy and suffocating.

he couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. his hands stayed frozen on your body as the world around him seemed to collapse.

“i’m so sorry, satoru,” you whispered, your voice barely audible above the sound of the water.

you dropped to your knees before him, your eyes averted, filled with sorrow. the weight of guilt seemed to crush you, and satoru felt the air leave his lungs.

he reached out for you, his hands trembling as he cupped your face, his forehead pressing gently against yours.

his cerulean eyes searched yours, desperate to find the person he once knew, the bond you’d shared before everything changed.

“have i ever stopped you?” his voice was soft, but the tremor in his words told the story of a heartbreaking in real-time.

you didn’t answer, only stared at him. your wide eyes full of uncertainty as he turned off the shower, wrapping a towel around your body.

he guided you to the bedroom, his arm around your shoulders, offering silent support.

once you were seated on a chair, he reached for the blow-dryer, the hum of the machine filling the room as he carefully dried your hair.

the silence between you was thick, almost suffocating.

“i can’t go out like this. i can’t lie to you anymore,” you said, your voice cracking with the weight of the confession.

satoru’s hands stilled at the sound of your words, the blow-dryer humming in the background as he paused, unsure of how to process the storm brewing inside him.

after all this time, why now? does it matter anymore?

“i am so sorry, satoru.” you choked on the words, your hand pressed to your mouth as you tried to stifle the sobs threatening to break free.

he turned off the dryer, setting it aside as he leaned in to kiss your forehead, pressing his lips gently to your skin.

“it’s okay,” he whispered, his voice soft, but the pain behind the words was undeniable.

he held you close, his arms enveloping you in a protective embrace. but beneath the warmth of his touch, there was something that had changed. the usual light in his eyes had dimmed, and his voice trembled ever so slightly.

the faintest trace of moisture gathered in his eyes, the tears threatening to spill as the weight of your confession hung between you both.

he hoped you wouldn’t notice the way his heart was racing a million miles or the quiver in his voice.

he hoped you wouldn’t see the way the light in his eyes had faded. devoid of anything.

it was beginning to get late — just a few hours before midnight. the apartment was shrouded in silence, save for the faint sound of satoru’s steady breathing as he lay sprawled on the couch.

he had tried to stay awake, but the weight of fatigue had dragged him under. still, some part of him stirred when he heard the faint rustle of fabric and the soft creak of the door.

he cracked one eye open, his cerulean gaze catching your silhouette by the door.

you were wrapped tightly in your coat, your form illuminated by the dim light of the floor lamp near the entrance.

he noticed the way your hand hesitated over the doorknob, a flicker of indecision that made his chest tighten.

don’t go. please.

the thought screamed in his mind, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. his body felt like lead, weighed down by a thousand unspoken fears.

his fingers twitched against the fabric of the couch as he fought the urge to call out, to stop you, to do anything other than lie there, paralyzed by the inevitability of your actions.

when the door clicked softly shut, the silence that followed felt deafening.

satoru sat up slowly, the ghost of your departure still hanging in the air.

his head dropped into his hands, fingers threading through his silver hair as a quiet sigh escaped his lips.

“why do you keep doing this to yourself?”

he muttered to himself, the question falling into the empty room. his voice sounded foreign, tinged with something raw and aching.

his hands fell to his lap as he leaned back against the couch, eyes fixed on the ceiling. the cracks in the plaster seemed more noticeable tonight, jagged lines stretching outward like the fractures in his heart.

was it always going to be him?

he shook his head, frustration bubbling to the surface. his chest felt tight, the kind of suffocating pressure that made it hard to think straight.

time dragged on, but sleep wouldn’t come. satoru found himself pacing the living room, the soft thud of his bare feet against the wooden floor, the only sound breaking the quiet.

he kept glancing at the door, half-hoping it would swing open, that you’d walk back in and tell him it was all a mistake.

he stopped in front of the window, the cold glass fogging slightly as he leaned against it.

outside, the world was blanketed in frost, the streetlights casting halos of pale yellow light on the snow-covered pavement.

you’re with him right now . . .

the thought was like a knife digging in his gut. he clenched his fists, the cerulean glow of his eyes dimming as he stared into the distance.

a part of him wanted to storm out, to find you, to bring you back home, with him. but he respected and trusted you.

you’ll come back, he told himself. you always do.

but the thought offered no solace. because every time you left, a piece of you stayed behind — just out of reach and beyond his grasp.

hours passed. the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, washing the room in a pale, grey hue.

satoru sat slumped against the couch, his head tilted back, eyes bloodshot and unfocused.

he hadn’t moved from his spot. his phone sat on the coffee table, untouched, the screen dark and silent. no calls. no messages.

his chest rose and fell with shallow breaths as he closed his eyes, trying to summon the strength to face the day.

the clock on the wall ticked steadily, a cruel reminder of the passing time. his gaze shifted to it, and his stomach churned at the sight of the date,

december 24th.

today wasn’t just a date. it was a storm waiting to break, and he had no choice but to weather it.

the night parade of a thousand demons was set to unfold tonight, and all of it would start with the chaos suguru had set in motion.

satoru had known this day would come, but it didn’t make the reality of it any easier. the rebellion, the betrayal had been building for decades, and now it was too late to stop.

but for now, all he could do was wait. wait for you to return, and wait for the pieces of his heart to shatter just a little more.

the day had just begun, but the air felt thick with anticipation, the weight of what was to come pressing heavily on his chest.

his gaze wandered to the window again, his mind racing through a hundred different scenarios.

tonight was going to change everything.

he couldn’t deny it anymore. the jujutsu world would burn, and it would be because of suguru’s betrayal. and you were wrapped up in it all.

you had told him that you needed to see suguru one last time before everything fell apart.

and you had made your choice, hadn’t you?

but you were so close to him, and yet so far away from him, a distance between you two that no words could bridge.

satoru didn’t want to think about anything at this point.

suddenly, the door clicked open then, and he jolted on the couch. the faint sound of your footsteps echoing in the hallway and his pulse quickened.

you were here now, but he didn’t know for how long.

satoru didn’t look up as you entered. he didn’t need to. he could hear your soft breaths, the way you moved through the apartment like a ghost.

you hadn’t slept, had you?

the faint scent of you, of your perfume and something else, something darker, filled the air between you.

you paused, not looking at him, and his heart squeezed in his chest.

"you’re back," satoru said, his voice low, the words like stones falling into still water.

they seemed insignificant in the face of everything coming. but they were all he had, a small thread holding him together in the midst of this unravelling world.

you didn’t answer right away.

his gaze flickered over you quickly, noting the way you avoided looking at him. he didn’t need to ask, but his eyes couldn’t help but drift to the marks on your neck.

those faint bruises, a reminder of the part of you he couldn’t touch. right now, all he wanted was to pull you into his arms and run away along with you to a far away island from all this mess, but he knew better.

"you know it’s happening tonight," satoru continued, his voice thick with tension, eyes never leaving you.

he wasn’t asking for confirmation — he already knew, as did you.

“i don’t understand you,” he whispered, more to himself than to you. he felt the frustration growing, simmering under the surface.

“why are you still holding on to him? even when you know what he’s about to do.”

the words were harsh, but they needed to be said. he needed you to understand that suguru was no longer the person he had once been.

he was no longer the suguru you had known, the suguru who had once been by your side, standing shoulder to shoulder with satoru and the suguru you had fallen in love with.

the silence in the room deepened, thickening until it felt impossible to breathe. and then, just like that, you spoke.

"i have no choice," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

“i thought i could let go. but he’s a part of me, satoru. i can’t change that.”

his chest tightened as the weight of your words settled on him. he closed his eyes for a moment, trying to steady himself.

“not anymore,” satoru’s voice cracked as he stepped forward, his hand reaching out, though he didn’t touch you. not yet.

“you don’t have to go back to him. you’re still here. you still have a choice.”

he didn’t know if those words were meant to comfort you or himself. the fear gnawing at his insides was relentless now, the certainty that suguru would stop at nothing.

the war was no longer just about a fight for the future. satoru felt like it was about you, everything you had once shared, everything he was still trying to protect.

but you didn’t say anything. you didn’t turn to face him and vanished behind closed doors.

the only thing that remained was the sound of his erratic breathing and the slow, rhythmic ticking of the clock.

the parade was coming, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

satoru stepped into the apartment, the door whispering shut behind him with a hollow click that echoed like a funeral bell.

the silence inside was a living thing — thick, suffocating, curling around him like smoke. the faint scent of pine from the air freshener lingered in the stillness, but it couldn’t erase the metallic tang of blood that clung to his senses, that enveloped every part of his soul.

his hands trembled at his sides, pale and empty, yet they felt stained — stained with suguru’s memory, with the weight of a life he’d taken.

his brother, his best friend. gone, with no one left to blame but himself.

he had thought he’d been prepared. he’d convinced himself that there would be a reason for it, that killing suguru, the one person he had once called family, would somehow make sense. that there would be a point to all of this.

but now, standing here in the silence of your apartment nothing made sense.

satoru’s heart pounded, the remnants of the battle still echoing in his ears. the cold sweat on his brow wasn’t just from the violence.

it was from the gnawing emptiness left in the wake of what he had done.

was he really a hero for ending it? or was he simply a man who had destroyed the last vestige of humanity within himself?

the hallway stretched out before him like a tunnel, shadows yawning wide and deep. as he passed the kitchen, a cruel sense of déjà vu clawed at him.

satoru called out your name.

he glanced toward the dim corner in the dining hall where he had so often found you, your presence a balm against the chaos of the world. but tonight, the kitchen was lifeless.

“where are you?” his voice was soft, a fragile thread of sound that barely wove itself into the silence.

the walls seemed to close in, their stillness pressing against his chest. his heartbeat quickened, each thud a hammer against his ribs.

you wouldn’t leave me too, would you?

he moved faster now, his footsteps faltering as he neared the bedroom door. his fingers brushed the wood as if afraid to push it open, afraid of what he might find on the other side.

“please…”

the word slipped out, a desperate prayer to no one.

the door creaked as it swung open, the darkness inside swallowing him whole. his hand fumbled for the switch, flicking it upward with a trembling urgency.

and then the light came.

a harsh, glowy yellow illuminated the room, chasing the shadows into the corners. but the sight before him was worse than any darkness.

your body hung suspended in the air, feet swaying ever so faintly, as if caught in a slow, inhumane dance.

for a moment, the world stopped.

satoru couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, his cerulean eyes fixed on the unbearable truth before him.

no.

the word echoed in his mind, a drumbeat of denial that clanged against his skull.

his knees buckled, and he collapsed to the floor, the wood biting into his skin as he fell.

stomach twisting violently, as bile raised in his throat. his hand flew to his mouth, muffling the broken sound that escaped him.

a scream tore through the silence, ripping out of him with the force of a dam breaking.

raw and primal, full of agony, the sound of a man who last lost everything.

his forehead hit the floor with a hollow thud as he writhed against the cold, unyielding wood.

the sobs came next, wracking his body like aftershocks, each one threatening to split him apart.

“no,” he whispered, his voice a shattered echo. “no, no, no…”

the heater hummed softly in the background, its indifferent warmth mocking the icy despair that consumed him.

his trembling fingers clawed at the floor, reaching out toward your lifeless form as if he could pull you back, as if touch alone could rewrite reality.

but you were beyond his reach, suspended in a silence that answered none of his desperate pleas.

“i killed him,” he choked out, his voice barely distinguishable from the sound of his own suffering. “i killed suguru… for you. for us.”

his tears fell freely, carving hot trails down his face, blue eyes falling shut and a blurry afternoon conjures up in his mind and an angelic smile flashed in his mind — soft, bittersweet, and hauntingly knowing.

was it all for nothing?

satoru let out another scream of your name, his voice cracking as it reverberated off the walls. the light above cast long, flickering shadows across the room, each one twisting like a spectre of what he had lost.

he slumped forward, his forehead pressed to the floor, his body folding in on itself as if trying to escape the unbearable weight of this moment.

and still, the silence answered him. you were not here anymore. neither you nor him.

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merrycrisis-if · 2 days ago

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I have to pop in and put my "two cents" towards Merry Crisis: The visual novel. I think it totally works, and I am very excited about it! Not that you really need approval at all for the new direction. I just thought some encouragement might be nice <3. Even on a conceptual level, it makes sense. There's an emphasis on a clash of environment/homes in Merry Crisis. To move back to your home country or the one that adopted you as its own. I can not overstate the fact that the visual novel format is an excellent way to portray that conflict because they are excellent at highlighting moods with backgrounds. Comparing it to CTOS, which has an entirely different feel to it (a little bit more on the game side than the narrative side) which I don't think would work quite as well if you turned it into a vn (though you're a wonderful writer you would probably make it work!). I do hope this makes sense? English is not my first language... I wish you well ☺️

Hiya all, I've carefully read all the messages that I've gotten re: Merry Crisis, the visual novel, and though I probably won't be responding to them one by one, I want to appreciate and acknowledge all these views.

Now to address some of the concerns:

Writing the latest chapter of Merry Crisis (and beyond) is ongoing and I hope to have an update out by late-Dec.

I hear y'all. Merry Crisis will continue to exist as a text-based interactive fiction game. On a legal basis, this may mean hosting it on twine.

That said, the visual novel version will be playable on mobile phones, and the focus will be to make it easy-to-access and convenient-to-play as possible. I have tested this on itch.io (the current test version can be played on mobile) and am also confident that it can be launched on the Google play store + Apple Store (even though the latter will be quite expensive).

Hope that helps! If you have any other concerns, thoughts, views, do send them in, with the caveat that I will likely not reply to each individual message sent on anon just 'cause I want to make sure that the Tumblr/site is focused on the game content itself and not clogged up by my detailed responses :) If you're on non-anon, I'll likely be able to reply though!

#interactive fiction #merry crisis #if #asks #visual novel #plans

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 day ago

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Never Let You Go

Inspired by this post; in the same universe as this and this and this

Warnings: non/dubcon, power imbalance, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Sam Wilson

Summary: you run into an old face as you try to build a new life.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“Richard, hi,” you approach the table on the cafe patio. “I hope you haven’t been waiting long.”

“Oh, don’t fret, I’m always impeccably early,” he stands to greet you and offers his hand, “so good to finally meet in person.”

“Yes, finally,” you smile. “I really appreciate you coming all the way down here.”

“I’m of a mind to try new things,” he says. “Especially local places. They put a touch more care into their food.”

“Have you ordered? They have a great curried egg salad.” You suggest as you claim the seat across from him. He sits as well.

“Just a coffee,” he says.

“Sounds great,” you reply. “Could use one as well but if you’d rather just get to business--”

“Go on, I can wait,” he assures as he checks his watch. “Our meeting is still ten minutes away, technically.”

“I’ll be quick,” you get up with the promise.

You head for the door and dip through to join the queue. You’ve been looking forward to the snickerdoodle latte all day and yet Richard spoiled that by being even earlier than you. It’s a good sign at least. It means you’ll probably get the commission.

You wait your turn patiently. You sway back and forth. You greedily ogle the desserts in the case, your restraint at battle with your sweet tooth. Your eyes are drawn to the paper taped to the glass. ‘Under New Management. Fun changes coming soon!’

You come here a couple times a week and you had no idea. You suppose you didn’t ask. You’re always in autopilot; you get in, get your coffee, and go.

Your turn comes and you step up to order your latte. The snickerdoodle is discontinued. Oh. You get the vanilla bean instead. No use being picky, much more important things to tend to.

As you pay, a familiar tone catches your ear. It can’t be. The timbre flows through the open door to the back. You take your coffee and go.

It’s all in your head. You’re not paranoid, just a little... cautious? It’s been months. You’re in a new neighbourhood, you cut all your former clients, well, the ones he didn’t chase away, and you have a new favourite coffee shop. Things are looking up.

You take your order and return to the table. Richard looks up, smiling over his cup.

“The coffee is great. I understand they have a new supplier,” he says. “I was chatting with the new owner, he said it’s hand-roasted.”

“Oh, wow,” you smile. “I didn’t even know it was sold,” you push your shoulders up and set your cup on the table. “Did you want to see my mock-ups?”

“I certainly would,” he says.

You bring your bag into your lap and slide out your tablet. You flip back the case and scroll through your folders. You open his file and turn the screen towards him.

“You can look through,” you say. “I used the pictures you sent me and I applied the changes digitally. I even have an invoice with an inventory of paints, flooring, fixtures. The furniture is separate for ease. And if there’s anything you want to switch out or change or keep, we can do that as well.”

“Ah,” he takes the tablet. He drags his thumb across. You watch him as he focuses on the screen. “A talented editor too.”

You turn your head. You don’t want to pressure him. It’s normal for clients to have feedback. You had your initial consultation online and you got his general ideas but it’s different when you can see it.

“Did you have any alternates? I think this dove grey is immaculate but I’m curious. If we could do around the fireplace in a different colour perhaps?”

“Oh, I could do something else. I did have another idea for that but it was entirely different. Rustic. The brick was red clay and the walls hardwood.”

“Interesting, you have that?” He wonders.

“Sure, it’s in my drafts.” you reach across.

You take it back and shuffle through to your drafts. You return it to him and he clucks. “I’m afraid I’ve made a terrible mistake,” he remarks. You wince. “I’ve now brought myself to stalemate. I’m not sure which on I prefer.”

“Oh,” you chuckle in relief, “well, it’s easier when you see swatches and materials. That could be the deciding factor.”

“Probably best,” he agrees.

He gives you back the tablet and you return it to the other file. You offer it again and he continues to browse. He hums and lowers it again.

“I know one thing for sure. You’re hired,” he grins. “When can we begin?”

“As soon as you like,” you try to repress your excitement. Admittedly it’s been difficult since your break-up. Relocating destroyed much of your existing client-base.

“Wonderful,” he says. “Not to rush out but it is such a nice day and I think we are agreed. If you don’t mind, could you forward those images? I could offer more specific notes?”

“Sounds good,” you take the tablet. “Thank you so much.”

“Not at all,” he stands and grabs his cup, draining what’s left in the porcelain before setting it back down. “Have a wonderful day.”

“You too,” you smile.

He leaves and you watch after him. You’re ecstatic. You don’t have to dig any further into your savings.

You sit back and grab your cup. You haven’t even tried the latte. It's not bad. Not the sort of vanilla that’s too sweet.

“Is it good?” The voice startles you. Not only because it’s unexpected, but because it’s familiar. The same one you were sure you didn’t hear inside. There’s no way... “I changed the recipe. Upgraded the machines...”

You look up and put the cup down. You gape at Sam as he steps closer and puts his fingertips on the wooden tabletop. “Lot of changes, huh, honey?”

You gulp. “What?”

“It’s a cute place but the management was a disaster. Tanking. But I made an investment--”

“Sam,” you croak, “how...”

“You blocked my number, yeah, I know.” He smirks.

You blink. You know better than to argue. Disengage. You put your tablet in your bag and stand, abandoning the latte you’d looked forward to all day.

He as quick as ever. He catches your wrist over the chair. You tug and look around, “Sam,” you hiss.

“Shh,” he hushes you. “You know what happens when you make a scene.”

He calmly sits and draws you closer. You try to resist but he’s too strong. You peer around. No one else seems to notice the tense encounter. If you cry out now, it will be just like that night you broke up with him. For the fourth time.

He forces you down, onto his lap. Now that might catch a few glances. You shift and lean away from him, your hip pressing into the table.

“Let me go,” you plead.

“So, you moved on quick.”

You wince. It’s been almost a year.

“New place, new coffee, new... man,” he grits the last word.

“He was a client.”

“Oh, I know how you are with your clients,” he sneers. “All bubbly. You were never like that with me, baby.”

“I tried. Sam, you know it’s over.”

“I never agreed to that,” he snarls.

“Sam,” you warn in a flat tone. “Let go or I will scream.”

“You changed a lot,” he ignores the threat. “Your mom didn’t though. She’s still in the brownstone.”

“Sam,” you repeat.

“I really did miss hearing you say my name.”

Your eyes wet with helplessness. How did it come to this? How did that charming, funny man you met all those years ago turn into this? You mourn what you thought he was more than the relationship.

“You should finish your coffee,” he leans forward, crushing you against the table as he grabs your cup. “Go on.”

You stiffen as he lifts the cup to your lips. You sip as you feel him watching. He snickers and pulls it away. He presses against you again to put it down.

He tuts as he sits back, “ah, you got something...” he wipes your lip with his thumb and purrs.

“Why are you doing this?” You whimper.

“Because you’re mine,” he growls and runs his hand up your back, gripping the back of your neck, “you better not forget that again.”

#sam wilson #dark sam wilson #dark!sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #drabble #au #one shot #mcu #marvel #falcon #captain america #avengers

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24-7-testing · 2 days ago

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The end of the year can be tough for a lot of people. My goal is to make it a little bit brighter! Announcing once again the return of..

The Portal Holiday Spirit Initiative!

To help bring a smile to people's faces this year, I am sending FREE Portal-Themed Holiday Cards to anyone who requests one!

This year's cards follow the same format as last year: there is only one card design, this time featuring artwork from your's truly! The cards are still customizable to any Winter Holiday of your choosing, but you'll have to wait for your card to arrive in order to customize it (the method takes cues from the Portal game's sense of humor, and is very much on-brand).

This year is PHSI's 6th year! I'm so grateful to everyone who has participated over the years, whether you've reblogged and shared, requested cards, helped with artwork, or helped in other ways. You all are so amazing! Thanks for volunteering your time, talents, and support to help make PHSI a special fandom tradition!

If you would like to receive a Portal-Themed Holiday Card:

Visit bit.ly/PHSI-2024 ...

Answer the questions in the forms...

Wait for your card to be sent!

It's that easy! Card Requests are now open, and close on December 20th in order to give me enough time to make and send all the cards before the end of the year. Please submit sooner rather than later so I have time to finish them all!

Also, please don’t be afraid to request a physical card if you don’t live in the US! The card service I use says they ship worldwide and, while it might take a bit longer for you to receive your card depending on what country you live in, the cards will get mailed to whatever address you provide, domestic or foreign. Last year I mailed/emailed a total of 111 cards to the United Kingdom, Canada, United States, Brazil, Romania, Poland, Australia, Germany, India, Japan, and New Zealand!

I’m glad to be a part of the Portal Fandom and hope to bring a smile to others in the Fandom this year, just as in years past! Designing and emailing Holiday Cards takes time and effort, and sending physical cards is expensive. While it isn't a requirement to receive a card, I would greatly appreciate if you'd like to give $4 to cover the cost of your card or someone else's. Please visit ko-fi.com/247testing and click the Donate button if you want to help out. Thanks!

Answers for common questions and concerns below:

Worried about providing a mailing address, for whatever reason?

PHSI has an eCard option! All you need to provide is a name for me to call you by and an email address to receive your card!

Worried about requesting a card because you don’t live in the US?

PHSI mails to any address provided, whether domestic or foreign! However, please wait patiently for your card, due to the current global rate of shipping.

Worried that you can’t give $4 to cover the cost of your card or someone else’s?

Requesting a card from PHSI has been and will always be FREE! However, giving $4 to the initiative helps me pay for the printing service and postage to mail physical cards. I gratefully appreciate any contributions received, even if it’s just a comment saying thanks!

Worried because you don’t know how to support the artist of the card you received?

The artist’s social media is listed on the back of every card featuring their artwork. Look them up, commission them, reblog their art, and support them however you can!

Worried because you haven’t received your card yet?

Double check your email inbox and junk folders. I send everyone an email that either confirms your Holiday Card has shipped or includes your eCard! Physical cards take 1-2 weeks to arrive. If your physical card fails to show up after the first week of January, please reach out to me and I’ll send you a replacement eCard!

Worried because you received your card and don’t know what to do now?

Make a post about it! Include pictures, videos, or anything you’d like, and tag me in the post (@24-7-testing) so I can reblog it! If you don’t want to show your card off, that’s ok too!

#PHSI 2024 #portal holiday spirit initiative 2024 #6th year of phsi!#psa #please boost #portal fandom #still alive #aperture science #aperture laboratories #portal #portal 2 #fandom tradition

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ethicaltreatmentofcowplants · 2 days ago

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With a friendship score of 39 and no romance, Piper is the lucky sim! And since we owe Pauline for ending the night at the karaoke bar with the highest level of singing skill, she will go on her date after Piper's.

I wanted Lilac to be in a better mood than she was for most of yesterday, so she took a relaxing lavender foam soak.

Possibly it worked a little too well.

Romantic Aura, says Spencer? Yes please! He starts the day by giving a rose to Lilac… who responds by scaring him (yup, definitely way too much time spent around her good buddy Dodo). Fortunately he seems amused by her silliness. Perhaps it’s a Harper thing?

Everyone is happy because it’s Some Day Or Another that they will never get to celebrate. (Neighbourhood Brawl, it turns out. But while Agnes Crumplebottom will likely be celebrating, we will not.)

Pauline made breakfast, while Spencer made an observation.

Looks like his preferences are closer to Leo’s than to Dodo’s.

Last night was the first that the sims slept over, and Caden reveals a surprising... what Agnes may call a 'youthful indiscretion.' It's just a tattoo, Agnes, but I likewise concur that he didn't seem the type. Does our corporate shark has a creative side? Well, he does have 'piano' as one of his likes, and recently took up knitting.

Avery - go piss girl! Literally no one is stopping you. They take the very long route to the party bush outside, when there's a toilet right through the wall from them. Never change, Sims.

With the lot traits it was only a matter of time, and Lilac did not disappoint.

Lilac and Spencer sojourning upstairs means that as per usual, it’s time for chore montage hour. Which may be less interesting than whatever's happening in Lilac's bedroom, but it's also less likely to get me banned from Tumblr.

Caden and Piper were our gardeners, but as Piper twice refuses the Watcher’s request to do some work, they’re sent to sleep on the couch. Instead Pauline (who has been the MVP of this household so far) takes their place, while Avery becomes our piano sim and Aubrey grinds through handiness.

Aubrey grows tense over last night's failed Graffiti Heist (any one of us could have told you why that wouldn't have worked) so she is the latest pixel to take up yoga.

As we see, some sims are definitely taking more advantage of the lot traits than others, but with a date scheduled, will Piper be able to push through their UNFLIRTY nature?

Since a little bikini time never hurt the mood, the date takes place on a Strangerville community lot. (I wrote down who it was by but can I find it in my notes? No, I can't.)

A moment to appreciate Piper’s merfolk form.

As with the first household dates, Lilac performs one friendly and one flirty interaction, then the pair are left to their own devices. It’s not a bad time by any means, but both she and I get the sense that friendship is enough for the other sim (for now, at least).

Piper then goes downstairs to swim and with our time almost up, I don’t see the need to continue the date to its full three hours.

Pauline arrives and the mood is instantly more charged. They make their way to the hot tub and Lilac makes some moves.

And yes, woo hoo was had.

The pair are home for all of a hot minute when NOSY Sim Spencer spies on Pauline, and attempts to dish for dirt.

Things continue to improve between Caden and Lilac. Today his attempt to embrace her is successful, and they even sit together for dinner.

More singing about yet another holiday that the Watcher really should have removed from this household's calendar had she a single organized bone in her body, then it's time for bed.

@plasmafruittree @x-digitaldollhouse-x @mdshh

@invisiblequeen @sleepyselkiesims @akitasimblr

#simply lilac #simply lilac round one #lilac moon #aubrey smith by plasmafruittree #avery nguyen by x-digitaldollhouse-x #caden de loughrey by mdshh #pauline irwin by invisiblequeen #piper o'donovan by sleepyselkiesims #spencer west-harper by akitasimblr #tw: gif #cw: gif

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landoscar-fest · 1 day ago

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Hello and welcome to the very first Landoscar Fest!

We've had the pleasure of these two idiots (affectionate) as teammates for two whole seasons now and have been provided with plenty of material both on and off the track to fuel our imaginations.

Ever thought of an idea that you wish you had the time to write? Or hoped there was fic out there that fit that exact situation you're craving to see Landoscar in? Or wanted to see how others would write our boys in a well-loved trope? Well, that is what this fest is for!

What better way to spend this upcoming winter break than to share these ideas and prompts with others, all the while picking up ones that might catch your eye.

Read on for more details!

Landoscar Fest AO3 Collection

By clicking on the link above, you will be able to sign up for this fest, submit your own prompts, claim prompts, and see how the fest is growing!

This collection is where all prompts will be kept to be claimed, and where all prompt filled fics will be collated.

Schedule

Prompt Fill Fics Due: February 4th

Collection Reveal: February 10th

FAQs

How does this fest work?

This fest is a prompt fest, meaning fest participants are able to add prompts to the collection on AO3 for fics they would like to see written. Fest participants are able to peruse the prompts being posted and claim the one(s) that tickle their fancy and motivates their muses.

Is there a minimum/maximum word count for the prompt fills?

Although we don't want to police this fest too harshly, we would recommend a minimum of 1000 words per prompt fill fic. There is no maximum limit.

Can I claim more than one prompt?

Yes, of course!! All we ask is for writers to remember that readers always prefer quality over quantity, so please keep this in mind and don't overwork yourselves with too many prompts!

Can I write more than one prompt fill?

Yes, but please make sure each prompt fill has its own fic to be fair to the prompter.

Why are the prompts anonymous?

We have kept the prompts and claims anonymous for fairness and to encourage newbies to the fandom or to writing to do so without any expectation. Lets even the playing field and have some fun! (Don't worry, your posted prompt fill fics won't be anonymous!)

Can I tell an author that they have fulfilled my prompt?

Yes, of course! In fact, we would love it if prompters left a comment on the fic(s) to let the author know it was then who sent in the prompt, and what they thought of the fic!

Can my prompt fills contain other ships?

As this is a Landoscar fest, they should be the main ship of your prompt fill. But yes, other ships and characters can be featured as background characters/relationships

I want to take part but none of the prompts are calling me. Can I still take part?

We hope that the prompts that are submitted by the fest participants will be varied enough for everyone to find at least one they vibe with. However we understand that this isn't always possible so we have added a few vague, starter prompts just in case. If you are still having an issue, please reach out and we'll see what we can do!

What if my prompt fill isn't complete by the due date (February 4th)?

Please do not worry and let us know as soon as you realise that you won't be able to make the deadline. We will see what we can do to help :)

Any more questions? Please feel free to send us an ask or a DM!

Rules

This is an easy-going fest. We don't have many rules but please keep the following in mind:

Please be mindful with how your prompts are worded and to avoid anything excessively explicit.

If you have any triggers, squicks or DNWs (do not wants), please state these in your prompt request.

Don't forget to tag your prompt fill fics with the appropriate tags so they're easy to find.

If your prompt is filled, don't forget to leave a lovely little comment to let them know how much you appreciate their hard work!

Please keep in mind that this is a Landoscar-focused fest.

And most importantly, have fun! 🧡

(psst, don't forget to sign up!)

#landoscar fest #landoscar #lando norris #oscar piastri #814 #f1 #formula 1 #f1 rpf

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thatshadowcomic · 2 days ago

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tbh there's a scene thats so clear in my head, just gotta iron out the details:

Sonic is sent off to find Shadow, claiming he can talk to shadow and get this mess sorted out (were still in classic style btw).

At the cave:

Maria lay sick in a makeshift bed, hidden in a dark cavern with a hole at the top, moss hanging down. There was some kind of battle, after Eggman attack Knothole, and Shadow/Gerlad/Maria were spotted, assumed to be in cahoots with Eggman. Sonic doesn't think they would have done something so brutal and this its a misunderstanding. He wants to hear Shadow's side, but all he finds is maria, laying sick, pale and seemingly in a coma. Maybe he find shadow by her bedside instead? Shadow spin dashes him/tries to chase him off, but sonic warns him that maria needs the royal's help. that she's seriously sick. Shadow wants nothing to do with them, convinced they'll jail them both for their relation to Eggman and Gerald. By this point, Gerald's been captured and will likely be sentenced to treason/death.

"You might not want my help, shadow... but she needs it..."

"I was created to help her, just go away!"

"I'm your friend, shadow, Im not going anywhere."

"I didnt have friends before, I don;t need them now...!"

"Well sucks for you, doesn't it--"

Maria tenses up, likely in pain, stopping them from fighting. Shadow moves to help heal her, but his powers are depleted after whatever fight went on, so he struggles to help as Maria slowly fades away. He begins to tear up, desperately pushing himself, but he doesn't have any energy left. I feel like she'd apologize, maybe this is where the promise scene occurs?

"Shadow..." He looks up, surprised she's awake again,

"I'm sorry I broke my promise...I couldn't support you like I said..." She smiles.

Obviously he could care less, telling her it's okay, "But Please promise me Shadow... promise to protect this planet for me... That you'll appreciate everything it has to offer..."

"M...Maria?" The moment of clarity makes shadow's stomach drop.

"Shadow, you gotta let me take her!"

"Promise me... you'll bring hope to all of Mobius..."

As her eyes close, Shadow panics and breaths heavy, like right before you start to cry kinda breathing. "Sonic...!" He abruptly turns, desperately crying out,

"if youre really my friend-- p-please! Please help her...!"

Sonic doesn't argue with him about joining, instead quietly nodding and taking maria back to the castle.

At the castle:

Sonic brings maria and tries to convince Sally's father, who's shocked,

"Are you insane?! That monster will already be desperate and full of rage when he realizes we captured his creator! Why would you bring her here?!"

"He's gonna be pretty desperate and angry if anything happens to 'er too!"

Sally joins and says something like "He trusts Sonic, maybe this is a perfect time to establish a line of trust with us, get him on our side before Eggman gets to him!"

The king reluctantly agrees, having her taken back. He decides to give Shadow space for now and formulate a plan, avoiding pressuring him... or so he tells Sonic and Sally.

That night, at the cave:

Shadow lays in the makeshift bed, noting the dried blood. He curls up in a ball, tense, all alone for the first time. He has to trust sonic... Sonic knows he wouldn't hurt people...right? He hears a sound and thinks sonic finally returned, but it's guards, who used sonic's communication device to track where sonic went. He tries to escape, but his powers are too low to warp away and they over power him. He tries to explain he never hurt anyone, that he was trying to help. The scene ends with Shadow Crying out for Maria, for help. Sonic would return after a day or two, not finding Shadow, no matter where he looked... He would have assumed Shadow went back into hiding considering Eggman seemed to know nothing about him... In reality, the King couldn't kill him, so they held him up, deep under the castle with specially made shackles/capsule. They wouldn't connect for years... maybe 8 or 10?

I can't decide if he'd be awake or not, maybe partly awake? Like he wakes up years later, after they stop maintaining his capsule? Myabe once Chaos is defeated, that energy passes by him and he escapes? Myabe Eggman finds him like SA2?

Maybe after Perfect Chaos is defeated, all that energy passes through Shadow, reinvigorating/awakening him. I have such a clear visual of sonic and shadow meeting again as he rips the castle apart...

based on this:

#shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #sonic x shadow #sonadow #shadonic #sonadow comic #shadow #sth #classic sonic #sonic x shadow generations #maria and shadow #maria robotnik #shadow and maria #sonic and shadow #sonic su #shadow au #sonic satam

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saintsenara · 15 hours ago

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idk if you have ever talk about this before but in case you havent, what do you think of the infamous "Albus Severus" Potter name? overall how do you feel about Harry's naming his kids?

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

i'll be honest, its infamy always strikes me as a classic case of the fandom not being able to separate what characters would do from what they would do.

because i completely appreciate that most people probably wouldn't name their children after a teacher who bullied them and a man who sent them to the death...

but harry would.

albus severus makes perfect sense as a name on the basis of who harry is, how he understands honour and lineage, how he comes to think of both snape and dumbledore over the course of deathly hallows, and how those thoughts would expand and deepen as time passes after the end of the pre-epilogue canon.

i also don't find the james and lily thing weird. i know plenty of people who are named after their dead relatives, including a couple of people who are named after murdered relatives, and it's not something anyone i know would look twice at. nor do the families of any of those people have trouble understanding them as their own person. i presume this would be considered stranger - and/or more inhibiting to a child's sense of identity - in other parts of the world, but i just understand it as something families do.

what does strike me as odd, though, is how much of this fandom forgets two things: that there are generally two people involved in naming a child; and that ginny is not a doormat.

it always seems to me that - whether people think the kids' names are suitable or not - harry is assumed to have been exclusively responsible for them, while ginny is assumed either to have been railroaded into doing what harry wanted, or to have nobly forfeited any say in the naming process because her only goal in life is to sacrifice everything to make harry happy.

[when it comes to the boys' names, at least. people do seem to go for the idea that ginny's responsible for the luna part of lily luna.]

but i think this is nonsense - and it clearly puts enough of a bee in my bonnet that i've had her say so in two pieces of my writing...

in everlasting ink:

James will be born with the cord wrapped around his neck, grey and still, and there will be hours - or maybe just seconds which feel like hours - in which she doesn't breathe, skin going cold and vision whiting, until he roars, rattly and indignant, as though being born was an unwelcome disturbance in his otherwise busy day. That's why she'll want him to have Sirius' name. His first cry will sound like a motorbike.

and [when i finally get around to posting the next chapter] one year in every ten:

'What on earth possessed you to agree to that name?' 'I didn't agree to it. I picked it. I hope you don't think so little of Harry that you think he'd deny me a say in the names of my own children?' 'But Albus -' 'He was very kind to me. Dumbledore. After what happened... It was like I was sleepwalking. Nothing felt real. It was like I wasn't fully in my own body. And everyone was acting like everything was fine - yay, Ginny's back to normal! - and I just went along with it. I don't know why... There was this afternoon, just before the end of term, and I was trying to go down to the lake, but I'd got stuck - I guess that's the word - on the stairs. I literally couldn't move... And then Dumbledore came round the corner and he said "are you quite alright, Miss Weasley?" and I said "oh yes, I’m right as rain" and he just looked at me - you know the way he used to look at you, like he could read your mind - and it all came bursting out of me. How I didn't think I'd ever feel happy again. How I thought a little bit of me might have been left in the Chamber. How I worried my whole life had been broken by what you did to me and it would never be fixed. And he said - I'll never forget it - "there is nothing wrong with being broken, Miss Weasley, if you try to see the cracks as how the -" '"- light gets in". I should have known that was a pre-rehearsed bit of sentimentality...' 'I remember thinking about it when he died. He was lying there, broken, and I remember thinking "where's your light now?" But it turned out that he knew what he was doing.' 'That's one way of putting it...' 'And then we picked Severus for his middle name because we thought it would annoy Snape and that would be funny. And it did and it was.'

#asks answered #albus severus potter #is it any weirder as a name than assumpta? because i know loads of them #albus dumbledore is a leonard cohen stan confirmed #or - y'know - a lana one

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yushi-ni · 14 hours ago

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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ OH SION 🌷🫧🧸 hungry kisses

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ masterlist 🧚🏼‍♀️✨🩵

oh sion - (heated) make out sessions with bf sion. intimacy but no full on swexc time. mentions of; choking. 18+ (?) but also not because everyone is free to read ofcooourse, just stating the 18+ to show it consists some more mature practice of the arts of clouds and rain, hehe. ᯓᡣ𐭩 the first part of the poll winning; heated make out sessions with onriyu. ✨✨ i decided to make 3 separate posts because miss girl got carried away while writing again so it got a bit longer than she intended to do. (i am miss girl🙂‍↕️🖐🏻) BUT!! that only means there is more fun reading time for you guys hihihi. also, any type of feedback - comments - compliments (🤭 if you feel funky enough) are highly appreciated as i would love to hear what you think about my writing style or whatever. i did not proofread !! as i was writing i just lowkey got lost in thoughts so i was a bit brain fried when i finished oopsies 🎀🫧🌷🌷🌷 HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!!

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୨ৎ sion LOVES kissing you. quick little pecks, long lingering kisses following your lips with his; not being able to pull away from you, fun kisses on your cheeks or a gentle kiss on the back of your hand as a way of showing subtle affection in public. he loves it all, he likes the romantic energy that comes with it but above all he is absolutely obsessed with locking his lips with yours in ways his mind starts turning into a big foggy mess. he just cannot help but love the feeling of your lips on his. most of the times, a quick kiss leads to him wanting more.

୨ৎ sometimes, a little fun make out session is enough to satisfy sion and his needs to be close to you and feel you. but on other days, he just gets carried away by the taste of your lips. definitely a rough kisser, when the time is right, and not afraid to show dominance in such moments. the second he kisses you, you can already tell what kind of mood he is in. quick to swipe his tongue across your lips, asking for entrance and sighs in your mouth as he just can't help himself. some days, you feel 'playful' and try to fight (with your tongues) for dominance but both you and him know you won't win anyways. you just like pushing his buttons a bit to make him lose his mind even more.

୨ৎ standing, sitting, laying down? he doesn't care as long as he can hold as close as possible, but if he could pick a time and place?? it would definitely be a 'him sitting down with you straddling his lap' kind of position. his hands are all over your body as he just wants to touch all of you. fingers glazing over the hem of your shirt as his hands quickly disappear under your shirt to feel your skin on his. 1000000% an ass grabber while making out, so you being on top of him makes it easy access for him. as things get more heated quickly, he cannot help but moan into the kiss. he gets carried away easily because the world around him just simply stops moving in such moments. nothing matters to him except the feeling of your lips on his.

୨ৎ when he gets really into it and yearns for more (ahum.. swexc hexc time.. ahum) his hands find their way around your neck and squeeze the air out of your throat. cannot help the smile (read; smirk) on his face when you gasp for air. simply put; cute - caring sion definitely has his different ways when it comes to making love with your lips.

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you smile as you put your phone down on the table. waiting for your bf to come home after a long day of work, you cannot help but feel the excitement bubbling inside of you now that he texted he was on his way. you finished work a couple hours ago as you were lucky enough to be sent home a bit earlier than usual. freshly showered and cozy in your (read; your boyfriends hihi) hoodie, all you needed was your bf to just finish off the day well.

as you were busy in the kitchen, making an easy and quick 10 minutes pasta dish for your bf, you did not hear the door open and close again as sion made his way home as fast as he possibly could. after a whole day of practice, meetings and a bunch of content shooting schedules, there was nothing that he wanted more than just coming home to you. softly laughing at the way you were so cutely lost in your own little world, he made his presence known to you as you snapped out of your own thoughts and smiled at your bf who was standing a few feet away from you. "hiiii omg i didn't even hear you come in" you said as your smile only grew bigger as your bf came closer. standing behind you, his arms find their way around your waist, while his head rests in the crook of your neck. "hi baby, i missed you" he says as he gives small pecks on the exposed skin on your neck. "smells so gooood" his arms tighten around your body as he, almost impossibly, holds you closer to him. "the food? or the perfume on my clothes that was gifted to the owner of this hoodie by his amazing gf??" you said as you felt your bf giggling in your neck; "mmmh both but you definitely smell better" he says as he places one last kiss before he spins you around to face him.

"nooo wait i am not finished yet!!!!" you said as you were about to turn around again. "the food can wait, it won't set on fire if you let it be for one more minute" he grabs your hand as he placed the cooking spoon on the counter, intertwining your hand with his as his other hand finds its place on your jaw. he cannot hold back his (famous) laugh as you whined about the food again. "i haven't seen my pretty girl all day and the only thing she cares about is the pasta" sion laughs as he takes your other hand too, bringing both arms up to put them around him neck. crossing your arms behind his neck, sions hands find their place on both sides of your body as he softly squeezes your skin. "the pasta is made with looove tho" you said as you emphasized the word 'love' with a funny little voice. "mmh is that so??" your bf asks as he steps forward to close the little teeny tiny space between you. "mhmh," you said ; "oh! and my favorite chili seasoning!! literally lifts up the whole thing to an absolute masterpiece!!" sion laughs (known for being a literal ijbol king there isn't much that would not make him at least let out a little giggle but) your humor and ways to break through the most tense settings, is definitely something that makes him fall in love with you more and more. "ahhhh i missed you y/n, today felt like an eternity" your bf sighs as his face disappears in the comfortable space in the crook of your neck. as if it was made for him. "i missed you too baby" you wrapped your arms a bit tighter around his neck as you can feel sion starting to slowly kiss his way up your neck.

his kisses soon turn into open mouthed kisses as he softly sucks on the soft skin, right above the collar of your hoodie. you stretch your head out a bit more to give him more access to your neck, one of your hands finding your way to his hair as you softly brush through his hair. "mmh i really missed you baby. i couldn't wait to be home" sion hummed into your skin. focusing his attention to the sensitive part of your neck, you couldn't help the little moan that came out of your mouth as the feeling of his lips working its way on your skin was so strong yet so soft. sion, smirking into your skin, puts a bit more pressure as his kisses turn a bit more slobby, definitely leaving marks for you to find tomorrow morning. grabbing a fist full of his hair, you slighty tug his hair, wanting to feel your lips on his, he pulls back to look at you before closing the gap between you and locking your lips with his own.

as your lips almost naturally move as one, you feel sions hands move up and down your sides before resting on your ass. pulling you slightly up and with that, deeper into the kiss, both his hands squeeze your ass. you gasp into his mouth and sion quickly brushes his tongue over your lips before he enters your mouth to find your own tongue with his. lips locked and fighting for dominance, the kiss gets more intense with every passing second. sion doesn't slow down for even a slight moment as his hands find their way under your clothes. desperately in need to feel you even closer than you already are, he lifts you up and places you on the kitchen counter. positioning himself in between your legs, you are quick to cross your legs behind his back to lock him in and close to your body.

his hands caressed the skin on your thighs, as they soon find their way back to the line between your lower back and ass, his lips slightly swollen and his usually soft eyes, now almost sultry staring back into yours. you brush his hair out of his face as you pull his face back to lock your lips again. almost immediately your tongues are back in an almost perfect synced motion, as your hands naturally grasp his hair. moaning into the kiss, sions hands are starting to move around, wanting to feel your skin on his. lifting your hoodie up enough for his hands to go underneath, you softly gasp at the feeling of his cold hands on your skin as he moves his hands from the hem of your top back to your ass. he pushes past the waistband of your shorts, letting his hands wander over the exposed skin of your ass before he pushes you to sit on the far end of the counter.

now having your bodies almost vertically pressed against each other you pull back slightly to catch your breath. sion not wasting any second thought on leaning down to kiss your neck again, groans softly as you push his face deeper into your skin. wanting to feel more of him. you can't help the sound leaving your mouth as your boyfriends tongue circles around your skin in a firm way. "i didn't know you missed me that much" you playfully said as you pulled his head back up to see his face on eye level again. "...i.." - "... missed you.." - "... much and much.." - "... more than this.." he said in between kisses. sion leans his forehead against yours as he takes a second to look you in your eyes, he smiles; "i don't think i tell you enough how much i love you y/n" your hands caress his cheeks before you gently hold his head in your hands, by his jaw; "i love you too sion" you can't help but smile as your bf mirrors the same look on his face.

taking his own bottom lip between his teeth, he eyes dart from your eyes to your lips before he, once again, closes the distance between your lips. soft, gentle kisses as if he wants to tell you how much he actually loves you through his kiss. passionately moving your lips as one, the feeling in your stomach gets stronger and more intense. it's as if you can feel the butterflies in your stomach but at the same time you cannot suppress the needy - yearning feeling for more. taking it into your own 'hands' you are the one swiping your tongue over sions lips, silently asking for entrance which he gladly gives you. letting you be the driving force for once, he moves his lips to the pace you lead him. with your hands in his hair, your body so close to his and your tongue moving with his own, he cannot help the burning sensation in his body as he can feel his heart beating harder and harder through his chest. his hands finding their way to your ass he pushes your lower body impossibly closer to his own. moaning into the kiss as he feels your hips rolling onto his lower body. "..fuck y/n..." as sion pulls back slightly for air, you now take your turn to focus your attention on his neck.

softly sucking and licking your way up and down his neck, you soon find the weak spot that almost literally has your bf curling his toes every time. sion, getting more vocally worked up, places his hand right behind you on the counter to slightly support himself as the feeling of your lips on his neck is getting more intense; "..ah..fuck baby.." he moans as you sucked on the exact spot a little harder; "..y/n..." not being able to form a full sentence, the almost burning tingling feeling inside takes over his complete body as he forces his eyes closed while biting his lip to hold back the sounds leaving his mouth.

almost weak to your touch, he forcefully graps a fist full of your hair as he pulls your lips away from his neck. not giving you any second to catch your own breath, he already has his lips on yours, again. with a lot more force and lust in the kiss you can feel yourself starting to breathe more heavily as the burning knot in your stomach comes back and a lot stronger than before. head completely foggy because of the intensity of your boyfriends effect on you, you roll your hips once more. just as desperate for more friction as you are, the intimate tension was rushing through sions body as well. as you rolled your hips a second time, your boyfriend grabs a hold on your ass again as he pushes you onto his lower body with a bit more force. you let out a deep moan as you feel the big bulge in his pants. sion, who parts away from your lips for a slight second, lips still attached by the string of saliva, steps back a tiny bit so he can pull you forward a bit more. so now you sit on the countertop with only half your ass, your boyfriend pushes you slightly so you can lean back a little bit. sion places one hand behind you, to support both you and him, and his other one finds it way to your lower back as he pushes his hand into your skin a bit so you slightly arch your back. now having more free movement with his own body, he moves his hips so his lower abdomen meet with your now throbbing private part. as a moan left your mouth, sion forced his tongue down your throat again as he kept moving his hips onto yours. as the tent in his pants was getting harder and harder, both of you were soon turning into a moaning mess. moving your own hips forward to meet his, the building knot in your lower abdomen was getting harder and harder to hold back. sion, as desperate as you, forced your attention to the way his lips were still attached to yours as he started moving his tongue in a quicker pace. trying to distract himself from the intense pressure his growing erection was forming in his pants, he took his free hand to spread your leg from the other a bit more. leaning forward to put more of his body weight onto yours. to stop you from moving too much, he fully immersed himself into the now sloppy kiss.

fighting for dominance, he took your bottom lip in between his teeth as he slightly bit your lips. smirking into your mouth, as he could feel the hitched breath you let out. he, himself barely able to keep up with the rushed feeling of his neediness to taste and feel you, takes over him as his breathe slowly gets more and more stuck in his throat. you throw your legs around him once more and cross your legs behind his back as you took your hands from his hair. placing one behind you, to support yourself completely as your other hand finds it way between both your lower abdomen. almost able to feel the heat come off your own throbbing parts, you place your hand over the rock hard bulge that formed in his pants. taking his clothed dick in your hand you give it a big stroke and sion completely loses his grip and balance on you. lips forcefully leaving yours, a short breathed moan left his mouth. before he could even take a second to catch his breath, you start stroking his clothed dick as sion tries to regain himself again, soft moans and hushed groans leaving his lips. "...mhh fuck y/n.. baby.." you follow the outline of his manshood as sion takes your hand in his, up to the waistband of his pants. he just needs to feel your hand around his dick, not able to take it any longer. before he could put your hands into his own pants, you pull your hand back.

seeing eye to eye again, his eyes still hungry for your love now with a slight look of confusion - surprise, you smile at your bf while caressing his cheek slightly. giving him a little kiss on his lips to kiss away the almost baffled look on his face, you put your hands on his chest to gently push him away from you. eyes scanning yours to see if he did something that crossed the line. "baby..? y/n, what's wrong?" he says in a soft whisper. he was unsure if he had done anything to upset you so suddenly, you guys had made out countless times and took it further even more times than he could possibly count. upon the little grin on your face, it was clear that this wasn't the case. letting your hands trade down from his jaw to his shoulders, arms and then his hands. he took a small step back so you could get off the counter. "you can wait, i didn't cook dinner for you just to let it go to waste." you stepped aside with a satisfied yet playful smirk on your face.

sion, who needs a few seconds to get what was happening. whined as he realized you were working him up on purpose. "nooo.. baby that's so unfair.. cmon" he grabbed your arm as he turned you around on your spot; "you can't do this please baby don't leave me hanging!!!" he 'offensively' chuckled as he tried to get your attention back to him. "what about my pasta!!! we should eat, you must be so hungry after a whole day of work!!!" sion, his work day already long forgotten, bit his lip to suppress one of his famous soft laughs as he came to face the reality that you were not planning on finishing the problem in his pants, a problem you caused. "your pasta?? baby what about me" he chuckled as he grabbed your hands to turn your full attention towards him. "what about you baby?" you said as you over exaggeratedly fluttered your eye lashes at your bf, shooting him an innocent yet mischievous look. "you will be the death of me y/n" sion says as he looks down at you, the only girl that could ever put his usual leading - authoritatively self into place like this. you laugh softly, "food will be ready soon, you really need to try my new chili seasoning!!!!" you said as you turned around to stir the pot.

sion throws his head back in slight disbelief as he laughs. stepping forward to give you a back hug, he rubs his still clothed erection against your ass as he feels you pushing your hips back slightly. while smirking, which your bf can't see, you keep stirring the food in the pan. "ok baby, i see how this is, you win now, but i am not done with you yet" sion gives a quick peck on your neck as he whispers in your ear; "two can play this game baby" he let's go of you as he makes his way to the bathroom across the hall. fixing the little problem you left him with. you, smiling to yourself, start plating up the food for you and your bf. yes, your bf might be the one manhandling things his way 9/10 times, but knowing you have this effect on him, lowkey makes your self esteem go through the roof. as you put your plates down on the table, you call out for your bf; "babbyyyyy pasta is ready!!!!!" you silently giggle to yourself as you hear your boyfriends low, muffled moans coming from the bathroom. pressing your thighs together to suppress the lingering feeling in between your own legs, you know you are in for a long night.

#fujinaga sakuya #hirose ryo #jaehee #maeda riku #nct riku #nct wish #nct x reader #nct yushi #nctnewteam #nctwish #yushinini #yushi ni #tokuno yushi #yushi #nct sion #oh sion #sakuya #nininct #nct imagines

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covenha · 9 hours ago

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Synopsis: perv!roommate!yeosang can't stop thinking ungodly things about his best friend. Pairings: Perv!bff!yeosang x fem reader Genre: smut, mdni Warnings: smut (duh), yeosang in grey sweatpants bc that should be a warning WC: 746 a/n: this is filth that has been backlogged into my brain the minute that yeosang posted *that* black and white photo on ig so you know what's up. this is purely fiction so the this does not portray his character irl in any way shape or form. this is my first time writing smut so if it's poorly written or sounds like it came from those weird alpha tiktok shorts i am so sorry. its yet another self-indulgent fic so lmk how it is. as always, feedback and reblogs are always appreciated and my inbox is open for any requests!

just imagine pervy bff!Yeosang, you guys have been roommates for a few months now as the both of you just started college together and thought that living in an apartment together was better than living in some dingy university dorm room with strangers. he thought the idea was fine then, but he didn’t realize just how hard it was living with someone he had a massive crush on.

you guys have always been comfortable with each other. you guys wore your more… questionable loungewear around each other. but you not wearing bras around him was a new thing. when you asked if it was cool to not wear bras around the apartment since they were uncomfortable to wear all day, yeosang agreed immediately stating that he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable in your living space. but he couldn’t help but get turned on.

the bustling city’s humid weather was a hellscape compared to the cooler temperatures you both were accustomed to back in your seaside town. this meant that when the sun was at its highest, the apartment you guys shared was like a microwave. and this also meant that you would wear lighter clothing. those thinner tank tops that showcased your chest so well, those crop tops that showed off your midriff, and those fucking pajama shorts that did nothing to cover your legs. sometimes he manages to get a glimpse of your cotton panties peeking through. All of these things adding up would damn near drive yeosang to insanity.

the sight of you wearing clothes that left nearly nothing to the imagination sent blood rushing straight to his dick. he’s lost count of how many times he’s had to rub one out quickly in his room to the thought of you. it was starting to get out of hand if he was being honest, he might start shooting blanks and get an electrolyte imbalance.

and the dreams were the worst part. he really thought that phase was over. the awkward wet dreams he’d have at night with some unknown female living out his sexual fantasies. but he was wrong. and they’ve come back stronger and more vivid than ever. and what’s worse is, you are always the star of these dreams.

on some nights he’d have you face down, ass up, your hands held behind your back as he fucked you to oblivion on your bed with your plushies facing the wall. on other nights you’re riding his dick whining about how deep he is inside you that you can feel him in your stomach. and other times he has you splayed on the kitchen counter as he eats you out for so long you start shaking violently and squirting on his pretty face.

on this particular night he has you on his bed, your neck marred with red splotches of his love bites. you whine about it being too much, and i mean who could blame you? he had been going at it for 3 rounds already and he didn’t show any signs of stopping. with your thighs on his shoulders, he was practically folding you in half and the aches of his passionate love making were starting to seep into your poor body. but yeosang persisted, mumbling something about how he was almost there. and it truly felt like he was.

your spongy spot had been abused beyond belief and your whines of his name were the only things coming out of your mouth at this point.

“Sangi….”

“Yeosang!”

and he comes so hard in one of the most intense orgasms he’s ever had in his life.

“Dude, get up!”

he’s groggy as he hears your voice. he’s laying on his front, face plopped down on his pillow. he groans as he wakes up from your shaking.

“We’re gonna be late for the bus, Sang. You have like 20 minutes to get ready.” you shake him some more to snap him out of his sleepy state.

he just hums in a sound of agreement before he breathes a sigh of relief as you walk out of his room and close the door. he can feel the spurts of come in his sweatpants sticking uncomfortably around his now soft dick. his grey sweatpants were stained a dark grey in the groin area. he came so much that he felt it dripping down his leg when he stood up. man, how was he supposed to survive 4 more years of this torture?

#ateez #ateez yeosang #ateez smut #ateez au #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #ateez blurbs #ateez hours #ateez hard hours #ateez drabbles #ateez scenarios #kang yeosang #yeosang smut #yeosang au #yeosang imagines #yeosang x reader #yeosang blurbs #yeosang hard hours

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quickdeaths · 3 days ago

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Difficulty accepting praise was the fault of the receiver? Well, Shinobu wasn't about to turn away any framework that positioned her as the person at fault, in any avenue. "I suppose so," she mused with a light shrug. She could try to explain it, but what use was that, really? Her own awful life stacked up poorly against Sonia's, and to try and elicit any sympathy from her in this scenario would be uncomfortably callous. Better, then, to simply go along with things - to need as little as possible, to ask for as little as possible, to take up the smallest space she could imagine in hopes that it wouldn't be too much.

Quiet for a time, eyes moving between the film, Sonia, and back against, they thought of how to say what they wanted to say. Shinobu's throat was dry, even as she drank her water. Was it because it would be so easy for Sonia to refuse her, and that would be that? She'd have no follow-up from there - if Sonia wished to return to Novoselic on her own, without Shinobu's accompaniment, then, they'd likely never see each other again. Shinobu would return to the ruins of their life in Japan, and that would be that. For as anxious as she was, for how much she feared imposing, surely it was better than that.

"I don't know," she murmured as Sonia looked over the cats, all stumbling around in the dark, "I think they'd appreciate any sort of name you gave them, fitting or not." She wasn't much for names in the first place - she'd discarded the one given to her, and as for her fish, she'd never seen a reason to differentiate them with words. It would be just as easy to refer to the cats by color or pattern, or personality, as it would to name them. "After all, the act of giving a name at all is a sign of care, isn't it?" At least from Sonia, they thought.

As for the matter of the topic they wished to speak upon, Shinobu couldn't help but give a weak, quiet laugh at Sonia's assessment. "Serious and mysterious," she repeated back to her in a soft voice. "Well, I suppose I can't argue with that. At one point, I think those would have been seen as rather apt descriptors of me and my personality." Although, she had to imagine any sense of mystery had been washed away, eroded by that which she'd done, and that which had been done to her. Or, perhaps it was just that mystery was no longer in vogue - too dark and ill-suited to a world aiming to rebuild.

But Sonia... she was cute - she was always so cute. "I know that you don't have an institutional control over my schedule, Miss Nevermind," she clarified with a small shake of her head. Though, if it would get Togami sent away, they'd prefer it if the Remnants did. "That's not what I meant, exactly." How to explain it... The feeling was bubbling up in her chest, awkward, anxious. Since she'd first arrived on Jabberwock Island, she' just wanted to be close to Sonia - to look after her, to support her, to shield her as much as possible from her own coworkers. This could be the end to all of that - the last time she spent with Sonia together.

That was no excuse, though, to stay quiet, even if her own cowardly instincts were to stay silent. "I think I should return to Japan for a short while in the near future. It might be in my best interest to take a small break from work, for the benefit of my health." Mental and physical. "I wouldn't want you to be surprised if I was suddenly gone for a week or two." A longer stay might be more beneficial, and with how long they'd been on Jabberwock Island without rotation, Shinobu was sure they could argue for it, but their own needs had to be carefully weighed against a litany of other factors - Sonia's needs, of course, chief among them.

"If I do, though, I thought, when I return..." Her voice trailed off as her expression, pensive as she looked to the floor, rather than to Sonia, or the film still running. "I don't know when you're returning to Novoselic, Miss Nevermind, but I overhead some of my coworkers mention that you're likely to be assigned a Future Foundation agent as permanent accompaniment, but that person has yet to be chosen." Finally, she lifted her head, looking over to Sonia. "I'd hate to impose upon you if you loathe the idea, but I wondered if you might accept that it be me."

Sonia couldn't stop a ladylike snort at Yaguchi's comment: empathy was not Byakuya Togami's strong point. She doubted it ever was, but it was particularly lacking where she was concerned. His managing of her journey back to Novoselic and what awaited her there were proof of it. From what she'd heard from others, Yaguchi had an equally awful time working with him.

At least her discomfort wasn't all in her head. The other members of the Future Foundation either embraced his unfeeling way of working or begrudgingly insisted that he wasn't all bad. She wasn't convinced, as she settled into the very edge of the bed Miss Kitty and her growing family allowed for Sonia to occupy as the mother began to strain for the last kitten, the little ones eagerly suckled, and the former princess watched a little witch leave home with big dreams and aspirations. Not unlike herself, she thought, when she'd left Novoselic behind for a normal high school life in Japan.

"Generally, difficulty accepting praise is the fault of the person receiving it for some reason," She replied, as the country town Kiki left had vanished into a bustling city. "Though often not due to a personal failure: our past shapes us into who we are. Even if you regret much of it."

She spoke of her own of course, reaching out to pet Miss Kitty's head as she yowled again, finding no comfort from the film or the little black cat with sassy comebacks. At least between the new movie and the last kitten being born, Sonia didn't have to think about kept secrets and betrayals by those she thought she could trust. It wrapped up prettily for a romantic comedy of course, but real life would always be more complicated. Yaguchi seemed to understand that and hadn't pressed her further: Sonia appreciated that. At least she hadn't asked about romance directly: that was a ship that had long since sailed. Countless incidents of sexual abuse and murder tended to make one no longer desireable for such a thing. Gundham had only confirmed it, and it wasn't like she needed to be loved in order to fulfill her duties to the Future Foundation and her country. Just a functioning uterus, which she was often reminded as one of the primary reasons she was kept alive and would be returning home to put it to good use.

But cats...cats could love her, Sonia supposed, as a grey striped kitten was brought into the world with a shrieking meow as Miss Kitty cleaned it off with the last of her strength before collapsing against the mattress, her head in Sonia's outstretched, cupped hand. She was exhausted and seemingly would get no relief, not with five kittens suckling at her. She seemed to appreciate any comfort she could find, purring against Sonia's fingers as she scratched her cheek.

"Well, that's that," Sonia murmured the obvious as five tiny kittens with closed eyes, wobbly steps, and loud cries all clamored for a nipple. It would take some careful moving about to make sure two kittens didn't fight over the same source of sustenance. Which she did with the newest arrival, situating it close enough to its brothers and sisters while giving it ample space to drink. "And you will all need names, won't you. I'm not sure what to even call all of you: all of the animals I used to know had mythological names, or occult-related ones. I am not sure either would be suitable for you all, not anymore."

The mother didn't seem to care too much what her children were called, as long as they were fed and taken care of, and she had some time to eat and rest as well. Only Yaguchi seemed agitated by it all, Sonia giving her a puzzled look. "You make it sound both serious and mysterious," She replied. The film had turned to a series of sequences in a bakery, making all sorts of delicious breads. Sonia's mouth watered: yeast was hard to come by on Jabberwock Island and baking was an art form, one Teruteru hadn't been able to indulge in since he'd awakened.

At least Novoselic had that going for it: bread, in varying degrees of freshness. "I doubt I have any influence on your schedule, Yaguchi," Sonia told her matter-of-factly. "That would likely be something you'd need to take up with Naegi, or the headquarters back in Japan. The Future Foundation has say over the lot of us, not the other way round. If so, I imagine we would have thrown Togami on the next ship back to the mainland with a note pinned to his jacket insisting he never be returned."

#morethanaprincess #c; the sun-slaying arrow #v; the brink of despair #she finally got around to asking #she's been sitting on this thought in some capacity for a while

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