#but I’m speaking more of the future and how we need to cut this shit out now.

[martianbees]

Full disclosure before my statement: I’m white. But I don’t think it’s about shifting the ideas of cultural appropriation as much as it is the way minorities are pitted together by the people in power accompanied by the internet-bolstered idea that every “type” of person; every “label” someone chooses to identify with sort of has its own brand or aesthetic that other people shouldn’t touch

In reality the majority of us overlap in our identities in some form or another and there are also significant overlaps in the identities themselves. We’re all just people who are influenced by the social environment(s) we experience.

In regards to the first point, it’s a tale as old as time. The biggest I can Easily point out and elaborate on in US history is regarding voting rights. Land-owning white males were the only ones who could vote when the country was founded. Fast forward to the 15th Amendment ratified in 1870 which granted black men the right to vote. Some of the white men who had had 100% of the power the entire time weren’t especially pleased by this and utilized the existing Suffragettes movement to try to keep the bill from passing and then later to physically keep them from the polls. This pitted two minority groups who had the same goals and otherwise had previously in some regards worked together against each other.

This is why BLM is so importantly stressed to be an Intersectional movement. This is why it’s important that we in the alphabet soup (LGBTQIA+) stand together and stop fighting about what belongs to each letter. This is why it’s important for able-bodied and neurotypical people to notice the inequities in our society and call out those who are responsible as well as boost the voices of people who are disabled.

Just saw Nick Offerman live and his final song and message was appropriately “Us dipshits got to stick together.” And that’s that. That’s why we unionize and why we protest en masse. When you see arguments online and articles whose titles suggest that two (or more) such minority groups are fighting, take a step back and see what’s really going on. Who is really benefitting and who is hurting. The people who have power aren’t using it in our interests, there are some horrific things going on, and we only have each other to help.

all this fucking talk of "stealing" with the queer community. "gays are stealing from lesbians" "aces are stealing from gays" "transes are stealing from everyone" absolutely convinced white queers learned about cultural appropriation and decided it could be applied to sexuality and gender and it became entrenched becuz ppl are fucking obsessed with gatekeeping and exclusionism

besties, we are all in the alphabet soup together. the lines between us are blurred as hell. we are not stealing, we are inspired. our culture is bright and beautiful and a street fair that everyone trades at. quit being so goddamn individualistic and embrace the community. it's the only way we have solidarity

[schlattslambo]

hot for teacher | schlatt 18+

A/n: this has truly been burning my brain. reader is female presenting. I will work on some more gender neutral stuff in the future I promise!! Please enjoy<3

C/w: spanking, name calling (slut), power dynamic (teacher x student), spitting, use of daddy towards the end

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Why you decided to go back to college to get another degree, you have no idea. All you know is that this class is boring as hell and you aren’t sure why it’s even needed for your degree. The only upside was the fact that it was your first class of the day so you could get it over with. Plus the professor was kind of hot too.

It’s a warm day today, way warmer than it should be for this time of year, so you decide to show a little skin to your writing class. Your skirt is just long enough to cover your ass, and your shirt is low cut and cropped. Honestly, it’s like you’re not even wearing a shirt at all.

You walk into the classroom, plopping down in the back like you usually do.

“Ms (y/n),” Your professor says from the front of the room. “Come and see me please.”

You roll your eyes. Mr Schlatt might be hot, but he was strict. He didn’t allow gum chewing, eating or drinking - except water, of course- and locked his classroom 5 minutes after it was meant to start so nobody who was late could get in. He constantly got under your skin about your writing and your formatting, and was seeming to start early with his criticisms of you today.

“Yes, Mr Schlatt?” You ask, crossing your arms.

“Did you leave the rest of your clothes at home?” Mr Schlatt asks, raising an eyebrow.

“No, stupid, this is it.” You scoff.

Mr Schlatt could take a lot, but seeing you like that, acting all defiant and shit pissed him off. He wanted to knock you down a peg or two. His jaw works as he glares at you.

“What do you want?” You ask.

“I wanted to see you because your last essay was all over the place.” Mr Schlatt says. “It had a good foundation, but it could use some work.”

“Did I fail the assignment, or what?” You snap. “I worked hard on that essay!”

“You would receive a 50, which is failing,” Mr Schlatt pauses. “This essay is a large part of your grade, and your grade is already low enough as it is.”

“What??” You yelp. “How could I fail?! This is ridiculous!”

“I want you to redo the essay.” Mr Schlatt adds, reaching into his desk and pulling out a piece of paper and handing it to you. “This is an essay template. I’d like for you to come in during any free time that you have and work on it with me.”

You glare at him. “I’m not redoing that fucking essay.” You growl.

Mr Schlatt’s eyes darken in a way that you’ve never seen before. He takes off his glasses and places them down gently before his eyes go back to you. Your eyes widen slightly at how scary he looks.

“First off, you do not speak to me like that.” Mr Schlatt says. “Second, you will be redoing this essay. It is not a full rewrite, it is just a large edit. If you do not do this, you will receive a zero for it. And that zero would make you fail the class and you will not graduate. Am I clear?”

Your eyes widen. Surely he’s joking. This is college for fucks sake! He can’t have this power over you. Especially over some essay.

“You can’t do that!” You yell.

“I can and I will,” Mr Schlatt says. “Now, from what I’ve learned over the course of the semester is that you typically have some free time around 1pm. I’d like you to come back here at 1 so we can go over this work.”

With that, Mr Schlatt dismisses you. You stomp over to your seat and plop down, taking out your phone. You barely work in the class out of defiance, but catch Mr Schlatt glancing at you. You glare at him and he just shakes his head, leaning over to help another student.

Two classes later, you figure it’s best to just go back to Mr Schlatt’s classroom. You need to graduate. You hate college and want to get out as fast as possible. You barge into the room, making Mr Schlatt look up at you. He heaves a sigh.

You have to be Mr Schlatt’s least favorite student, but he cannot stop thinking about how you need to be put in your place. You are a student, and he is a professor. He deserves respect, and you’re going to give him that respect one way or another.

“Glad to see that you came back,” Mr Schlatt says.

It’s the end of his day and his tie is loosened, his sleeves are rolled up, and his hair is messy. You sit in the seat across from his desk and look at him while he finishes scribbling something down. Turning the paper over, he looks at you.

“Let’s get this over with.” You sigh.

The first few minutes of the edit are simple enough. You sigh and try and add in the notes that Mr Schlatt left for you.

“This is stupid,” You grumble. ��Why can’t you just pass me?”

“I want you out of my class just as much as you want to get out of it,” Mr Schlatt says. “But I can’t just pass you because you want to leave. You have to earn that right.”

You sit quietly for a moment, then a smirk breaks out on your face.

“Is there any other way that you could pass me?” You ask, twirling some hair around your finger.

Mr Schlatt’s eyes narrow. “No,” He grits. “Now finish writing.”

Thankfully for him, you don’t notice Mr Schlatt’s pants becoming tighter at the crotch. You’re pushing his limits and if you don’t stop soon, you’re going to be pushed into his office’s supply closet and taught a lesson.

“You’re too hot to be this rude,” You grumble.

“You’re too old to be this defiant.” Mr Schlatt snaps back. “You have two seconds to continue this last paragraph or I’m kicking you out and you can fail the class.”

You look up at him and smirk. “Make me.”

The band holding Mr Schlatt back snaps and he stands up, slamming his palms on the wooden desk.

“Get into my office,” He growls. “Now.”

You jump at the loud noise as your eyes widen. You stare up at Mr Schlatt dumbfounded.

“Did I stutter?” He asks. “Get up and get into my office.”

You stand up so quickly that the chair that you were sitting in nearly falls over. Mr Schlatt leads you into his office and closes the door, locking it. You’re speechless, but the slowly growing puddle in your panties speaks volumes.

With two long strides, Mr Schlatt is inches from your face. He’s so close that you can smell the whiskey that he puts in his coffee to deal with students like you. Your knees nearly give out but you lean against the wall.

“You’ve been pushing me and pushing me (y/n).” Mr Schlatt breathes. “I’m so close to losing control.”

You smile softly. “Then lose control.” You reply.

“You sure about that, dollface?” Mr Schlatt smirks. “I don’t think you’ll be able to handle it.”

“Try me.” You reply.

In a swift motion, you’re grabbed and bent over the wooden desk in Mr Schlatt’s office. He kicks your ankles apart and presses his crotch against your ass, yanking your hair back. You gasp and bite your lip.

“Now, (y/n),” Mr Schlatt breathes. “This is your last chance to back out.”

“No way.” You sigh.

“Stubborn little slut,” Mr Schlatt grumbles, landing a harsh smack on your ass. “Now be fuckin’ quiet. Can’t have anyone hearing what a slut you are.”

Before you can respond, Mr Schlatt’s thick fingers find their way between your legs and to your swollen clit. Your knees finally give out, but thankfully you’re lying on the desk.

“Oh fuck,” you whine.

“You’re already so wet,” Mr Schlatt smirks. “Is this from being a defiant brat?”

You can’t help but nod as he presses against the nub, pleasure shooting through you. You yelp as your shorts and panties are ripped down, exposing your ass.

“I think you need an attitude adjustment, don’t you?” Mr Schlatt leans down, his breath hot against your ear.

You watch as he grabs a ruler off of the desk and you squirm against him.

“No!” You manage. “I don’t need an attitude adjustment!”

Mr Schlatt ignores you and pins your hands behind your back. Your eyes screw shut and you whimper softly. The defiance is gone and your clit throbs as you wait for the ruler to smack your ass.

“Count ‘em for me, slut.” Mr Schlatt says before the ruler comes down on your ass with a harsh slap.

“Fuck!” You yelp. “One.”

Smack.

Smack.

SMACK.

The ruler snaps as tears begin to fall. Mr Schlatt tosses the other piece of the ruler to the side before rubbing a soothing hand on your ass.

“Now, have you learned your lesson?” Mr Schlatt asks, releasing your wrists.

“Mhm.” You sniffle.

“Atta girl.” Mr Schlatt praises. “Now since you took that so well, turn over.”

He helps you turn onto your back and as soon as you’re facing him, he kneels.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Rewarding you, the fuck’s it look like I’m doing?” Mr Schlatt asks, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.

His facial hair tickles slightly, making goosebumps rise on your skin. The closer his kisses get to your center, the more desperate you get. You’re nearly dripping on the desk now and can barely take anymore. So, you grip Mr Schlatt’s hair and tug, shoving his face into your cunt. He grunts in surprise but then starts licking.

He switches from soft featherlike licks to harsh sucking. You look down at the man between your legs, and he’s flushed, eating you out like it’s his last goddamn meal. He’s slurping up your juices and the way his eyes are closed and his arms are wrapped around your thighs bring you closer.

“F-fuck, Mr Schlatt…” You moan. “You feel so good.”

Mr Schlatt looks up at you and his pupils are blown. His normal chocolate brown eyes are nearly black as he pulls away from your pussy, a string of juices and saliva connecting the two of you.

“Daddy.” He rasps.

“Huh?”

“Call me Daddy.”

You smile down and grip his hair, shoving his face back where you need it most. The action makes his cock twitch in his pants and precum dot at his tip. A harsh suck on your clit makes you arch your back.

“Daddy, fuck!” You mewl. “Keep doing that.”

Mr Schlatt groans against you, reaching up and probing your wet hole with his thick finger. He slides it in effortlessly and is quick to find the spot that makes your vision blur.

Your thighs clench on his head as you feel the tightness in your stomach. The grip that you have on his hair is like iron as you grind your hips. Your orgasm hits you like a truck, your hole squeezing Mr Schlatt’s finger like a vice. He allows you to ride it out, the noises you’re making only driving him closer to his own orgasm.

With one minor leg adjustment, Mr Schlatt’s cock brushes against his zipper just right and he cums. He groans against you, hips thrusting into nothing. He’s sure he looks pathetic, but he doesn’t give a fuck. He’s got his hottest student’s pussy in his mouth right now.

He pulls back once you’re done and stands up. You gasp as he grips your jaw with a smile.

“Open.” He orders.

You allow your jaw to go slack and Mr Schlatt allows a big glob of spit to land in your mouth. You swallow, tasting yourself.

“Good girl.” Mr Schlatt praises, patting your cheek.

“Am I gonna pass?” You ask, looking up at him through your lashes.

“We might have to have a few more meetings to go over things, but I think you’ll manage a passing grade.”

You leave Mr Schlatt’s office that afternoon and walk off, your clit still throbbing. You’re sure the next few meetings aren’t going to be nearly as boring as you thought they would be.

[in1-nutshell]

Fearless is still crying about Alabaster and Megs finds out. cut to the scavengers freaking the fuck out because holy shit Megatron is about to bust down their door and all because their newest member catfished his kid.

Finally!

Definitely going to be doing a long version of this in the future

Hope you enjoy!

Fearless and Alabaster

SFW, Platonic, Angst, Hinted romance, Human reader

MTMTE

There had been a noticeable change on the Lost Light.

It was the behavior of the ship’s resident human, Fearless.

Ever since their no show to trivia night, and the sudden sick day they took after, they had been… quiet.

Their demeanor reminded the original crew members how they acted the first few days on the ship.

More composed, stiffer, more neutrality in their tone, more… robotic.

Magnus: “I do believe that concludes today’s meeting.” Fearless wordlessly starts packing up their things. Rodimus: “Hey Fearless, there’s karaoke night over at Swerve’s. You wanna team up for tonight’s duo performance?” Fearless: “I’m afraid I cannot tonight, Captain. There are too many reports to fill in after Whirl’s last escape from the brig. Have a good night.” Fearless tries to leave the room before Megatron stands in their way. Fearless: “Megatron, is there something you need?” Megatron: “I need assistance in getting the classes grades in the system.” Fearless: “Just send the work to my mail and I will get to it. Good night.” Fearless wordlessly goes around the mech and makes their way to their habsuite. Rodimus: “Nothing?” Magnus: “Anything? Megatron sighs: “Nothing.”

The human barely interacted with the bots and always headed back to their room as soon as they finished their tasks for the day.

The only other bot on board who had the slightest idea what was going on was Whirl.

But even he refused to say much.

Mainly because all he knew was that he needed to pummel someone who made Fearless sob up a storm and he didn’t even have a name!

Whenever he wasn’t in the brig, Whirl became a bodyguard of sorts.

Always watching Fearless surroundings for any sign that the bot who did this was on board.

Megatron had tried to talk to them, but even that left fruitless.

Megatron is sitting next to Fearless in the empty classroom. Megatron: “There is something you are not telling me.” Fearless stays silent. Megatron: “… I will not force you to talk, you can come to me when you are ready… but remember the crew, that I am here to listen when you wish to speak.” Fearless’s eyes gloss a bit, but they bite their tongue and leave the grey mech alone. Megatron looks at his child sadly but decides to trust what Rung had advised him to do. Don’t force it, let them come to you.

Megatron didn’t like seeing his kid like this.

Even Rung tried coaxing Fearless into having a private session to figure out what was going on.

And to many surprises, Fearless denied it.

The human was always advocating for the bots to go see Rung and went to him too.

But to suddenly not want to go?

This was bad.

It would be a month into this state when the Lost Light would get an unexpected visit from the WAP.

Maybe the visit of the Scavenger’s would cheer them up.

There were two things that the crew noticed immediately.

1. The scavengers had a new crewmate

2. They looked tense, especially the new crewmate.

Fearless arrives with Megatron and Magnus. Rodimus was already talking with the Scavengers. Rodimus looks over at the three. Rodimus: “Magnus, Megatron, Fearless, you remember the Scavengers, right? Well, they have a new member!” The bot steps forward stiffly and greets the bots. Alabaster: “My designation is Alabaster Lapis.” Fearless just looked at him with a surprised look. Fearless: “…Nice to meet you.” The bots detected a bit of hostility in the human. Rodimus: “How about we head to Swerve’s for some drinks? I think he has a new variety of mixes.” Megatron glances questionably at Fearless who looks ahead, not making contact with anyone.

Everyone dispersed once they got to the bar.

Many of the crew were surprised to see Fearless out and about for the first time in a month.

That comment caught Alabaster’s attention feeling the guilt rack up.

Alabaster saw a shooing motion from Misfire and Spinister before he reached the bar where Fearless was sitting.

He ordered a drink and sat beside them in silence.

They both knew they were delaying the inevitable… but maybe this could work in their favor

It was very awkward between the pair.

Fearless asked if his crew new about it.

Alabaster blinked before stating that they heard the conversation… and thoroughly beat him over the helm with his stupid mistakes.

Fearless chuckled a bit after hearing that Grimlock had swung his tail and had him dented on the side of the ship.

His spark fluttered a bit.

It had been a while since he heard their laughter.

This was a win.

Fearless looked around and asked him to grab them, they knew a place on the ship that would give them privacy.

They made their way to the oil reservoir.

That’s where Fearless mask dropped.

They looked at him with a mixture or sadness, frustration, anger, and something else. Fearless: “I thought we agreed in 3 more days. Or is there something else your not telling me about?” Alabaster: “We recently had repairs on an organic planet. They boosted our thruster systems.” Fearless: “And you didn’t think on telling me because…” Alabaster sighed and sat on the edge of the platform, his pedes dangling above the oil below. Alabaster: “I… I didn’t think it was important. We were already meeting each other; it was only 3 days. Those pass by in a blink of an optic.” Fearless huffs standing beside him but with an ample amount of space in between them. Fearless: “In case you forgot, time means something different to ‘organics’. If you need a reality check, we die much earlier than Cybertronians.” Alabaster: “…I know…” Fearless winces a bit at his defeated tone. Maybe they crossed a line. Fearless sits down on the edge, mimicking his stance. Fearless: “…Well… here we are…” Alabaster: “Here we are…” Silence… Fearless: “Why did you keep it on for so long?” Alabaster: “… I didn’t want to lose you.” Fearless: "would it matter if you did?” Alabaster looks at them with a serious expression. Alabaster: “Most defiantly.” He sighs softening his gaze. Alabaster: “I care about you, a lot. More than I want to admit it really. If there was a chance that you hated Cybertronian’s…” Fearless places a hand on one of his digits. Alabaster looks at them a bit surprised. Fearless smiles a bit. Fearless: “I’d be a pretty crummy friend if I did.” Alabaster: “So…” Fearless: “Well, the whole lying and the technical ‘catfishing’ is going to leave a mark.” Alabaster winces a bit at the sharpness in their voice. Fearless: “…But I don’t mind trying this friendship thing all over again.” Alabaster smiles a bit. Fearless stands up and offers him their hand. Fearless: “I’m Fearless.” Alabaster gently shakes their hand. Alabaster: “My name is Alabaster Lapis. You can call me Alabaster or Aster for short.” Fearless and Alabaster smile at each other.

The pair eventually made it back to Swerve’s where everyone else was.

The Scavengers were relieved to see the two in much better spirits and it was safe to assume that the two had talked it out.

The lost light crew looked over that the new mech who had Fearless perched on his shoulder.

It had been a month since Fearless had smiled that widely.

They looked almost like their usual self, a bit tired and drained but much better looking than last time.

Fearless made sure to give the Scavenger’s all goodbyes when they had to leave.

Fearless waves at the WAP as it leaves. Fearless sighs and looks behind them. Everyone is looking at them. Fearless: “Uhhh…” Whirl: “What did that bot do to you?” Fearless: “What?” Whirl: “I just got out of the brig to see you and that other guy smiling. You haven’t done that in weeks.” Megatron: “What whirl means to say is that we are all happy to see that you have moved from your depressive state… but we are curious to what happened.” Fearless looked at the direction of the WAP. They were safe enough. Fearless: “Okay… but you all have to SWEAR not to do ANYTHING drastic or harmful.” The bots look around confused. Fearless: “All right, here goes…” Hopefully things did not go off the rails… Oh, who were they kidding, this was the Lost Light, going off the rails happened every other day. On the WAP... Alabaster suddenly shudders. Alabaster: “I feel like I’m in danger…”

alabaster feeling the rage of the Lost Light thousand miles away

[steddiebang2024]

I was a teenage dirtbag  |  Mature  |  75k

Author: @hellfireloserclub

Artist: @academic-clown

Beta Reader: @kaypie91

[Link to fic]  |  [Link to art]

Pairings: Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington

Characters: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington , Erica Sinclair, Dustim Henderson, Nancy Wheeler. 

Tags: Slowburn, Future Fic, Year 2000, Post-season Four, Bisexual Steve, Bisexual Eddie, Comedy /angst, Long distance friendship to lovers, Radio Host Eddie, Hairdresser Steve, Wedding fic.

Trigger Warnings: Sex, Alcohol, and Recreational drugs

↳ Keep reading below for a summary!

“So…” Dustin started.

“So what?” Eddie asked, fixing his eyes on the side of Dustin’s face, trying to work out what way this interrogation was going to go.  

“I don’t have my own ringtone, Wayne and Mom don’t, but Steve does?” Dustin avoided looking at him, staring at the overhead signs pointing to the short stay parking, acting like they weren’t at the airport at least twice a month with the family coming and going. 

“I thought it was funny,” he said in his own defense. 

“And I totally believe you.” It sounded like a question. 

“But?”

“But are you sure there's not more?” someone shouldn’t look so smug as they reverse in a multi story, yet here was Dustin excelling at it. When Eddie didn’t answer he cut off the engine turning to look at him, all signs pointed to the next few minutes being incredibly uncomfortable.  

“Spit it out, I have to get to the gate,” Eddie grumbled, he felt like he was under a microscope, his little brother's eyes boring into him.

“Are you sure there's nothing going on between you and Steve?”  Eddie wanted to yell- yes, I just don’t know what? But he bit it down, this wasn’t the time to trigger a Dustin intervention. 

“Just because you can't procreate outside of the close knit circles you were dragged up in, doesn’t mean we all have to hook up within our little friend group.  You gotta stop trying to pair us all off dude, it's not cool. Remember when you used to keep trying to pair off Steve and Robin? How did that work out for you?” Eddie questioned. 

“In my defense-”

“No. Say less. Stop. I broke up with Yumi two weeks ago, I don’t need you to help, I don’t need your psychoanalyzing me with Max over the phone. I don’t need you to try and set me up with a rebound. I’m a big boy alright. I’m going to Boston to get stupidly drunk with Steve, talk shit about you all lovingly, and lament the fact that both me and him are probably gonna die old and alone.” He reached over the back of the seat and grabbed his duffle bag, before reaching over and tapping Dustin on the cheek. “But look at the plus side, if me and Stevie don’t bring a plus one to the wedding that will save you two meals and a headache with seating plans.”

“You make my resolve to not meddle in both of your love lives impossible, you know that right?” Dustin asked, leaning over the center console. 

“Cause you were doing an absolutely stellar job of it before this conversation?” Eddie closed the door behind him. “Dusty, I love you like you’re my own flesh and blood. But please, let this one go?” 

Dustin looked poised to say something else but Eddie didn’t have time for it. “If the words curiosity journey come out of your mouth, I’m not speaking to you for a month.”  Dustin snapped his mouth shut. “That’s it, save it for Applejack, I don’t want to know.”

Eddie gave the car a courtesy wave as he went through the doors of the airport, but he didn’t look back. He was pretty sure Dustin had hit the nail on the head with his observations, but as far as anyone was aware Steve was just his friend, and letting go of any control on that narrative was like letting a fox off in a hen house. It would be chaos. Although Eddie was starting to think it was a lost cause. This was so much easier when he and Steve hated each other, enemies to fuck buddies was a much easier story arch, with a lot less emotional baggage.

[seasidefallenangel]

game au: voicelines

notes: fluff, paralive game au, no content warnings, kinda brainrot

who else remembers when they lied to us about a paralive game? anyway here's some theoretical lines the characters would have about their significant other

༄ kanata yatonokami:

⁀➷ about their lover:

“ha? the fuck does that have to do with you? 

… did they say something about me?”

⁀➷ fleeting memories:

“nayuta and i didn’t have shit growing up as kids, and they were always annoying about it. dropping by snacks, workin’ extra shifts to help us out - not like i asked for anything. i hate owing people though, so - … oi. get that damn smile off your face. they’re the one that wouldn’t leave me alone.”

⁀➷ quality time:

“mhm, i’ll be by later. love you too.”

[phone clicks]

…

“geez, you ever mind your own business? you can turn in that job yourself. i promised them i’d go by their house today and they won’t quit naggin’ me about it. huh? that’s not what i fucking mean! if i didn’t like em, i wouldn’t even be dating them. they just like sitting at home and talking to me. it’s weird but… makes em’ happy, so whatever.”

⁀➷ the future:

“nayuta won’t get off my case about marriage and all that shit ; says i should hurry up and give them a ring. doesn’t he know how old we are?! ‘sides, i don’t need some asshole with a bible to tell me we’re gonna be together forever. it’s either them or nobody, and they know it.”

༄ iori suiseki:

about their lover: 

“i know it’s tempting, but that one over there ain’t one of my hostesses, so try not to stare so hard. my dearest deserves more respect than that, dont’cha think?”

⁀➷ fleeting memories:

“honestly, i thought everything was over after the suiseki massacre. my family helped out a lot, but they were the one to really drag me out of my slump. it’ll be hard as hell for me to ever repay em’ for that, but ‘m still tryin’ to this day.

speaking of, can ya run out and grab em’ for me? it’s been an hour since i’ve seen em, and i’m goin’ through withdrawals.”

⁀➷ safety:

“i’d like to think we’re pretty guarded these days, but i can never be too sure, yanno? honestly, in an ideal world i could just keep em’ in the house forever to make sure nothing can even come close to harming them. hm? is my face that scary?”

⁀➷ the future:

“oi, c’mere for a sec? i want your opinion. the band on this ring is nice, but the diamond cut on here is much more suited to their taste. ahaha, pick up yer jaw! ‘m not proposing anytime soon. just weighin’ out my options for now. i got too many things goin’ on to give em’ the real life they deserve, but one day i’ll be able to make em’ mine forever.”

༄ shion kaida:

⁀➷ about their lover: 

“hmm? sorry to disappoint, but i’m not really doing stuff like that anymore. my angel might kill me if they catch wind of this, so you can go find someone else to please you, right?”

⁀➷ fleeting memories:

“i can’t blame you for wanting to come back - everyone always does. they were the first time i was the one to go back, though. so cold hearted towards me, i couldn’t help but want to see them crack. ah, but i wouldn’t advise you to try the same with them. i’m not a fan of sharing.”

⁀➷ bad habits:

“it’s hard not to fall into old ways, if i’m being honest. they’re understanding enough, given the… unique circumstances of my situation, but have enough of a backbone to put me in my place. 

though, just between us, i do it on purpose sometimes. seeing their angry face gets me all sorts of riled up. i’m falling in love at quite the unhealthy pace, fufu.”

⁀➷ the future:

“stability isn’t exactly my thing - i’m sure you’re not surprised. the two of us haven’t talked about that sort of thing yet, so i’m avoiding it as long as i can. i’d hate to see their disappointment when i tell them marriage isn’t in the cards for me.

… is what i’d like to believe, but they’re so cute i just might find myself caving into their charms. maybe they’re the manipulator between us after all.”

༄ ryu natsume:

⁀➷ about their lover:

“yaho~! have you seen my alien commander? last i saw they were UP IN SPAAAACCCCEEEE - oh! there they are! WAHAHA, ATTACK TIME!”

⁀➷ fleeting memories:

"hm hm hmmmm - aha! that cloud looks like my rice ball! one time they shot me with a HUUUGGGEEE love beam and GAH! i was their slave for the next ten million years! ryu-kun doesn’t mind though - we can rule the whole world together.”

⁀➷ haunting thoughts:

“ryu-kun doesn’t want to be around anyone right now. they’re the only one who can make the monsters go away - but i don’t want them to see me the way i am. i like them so much… it really hurts.”

⁀➷ the future:

“d’you think they’d get mad if i wear a cat suit to our wedding? of course we’re getting married! everyone in japan is invited! we’ll have lots of cheese and takoyaki, shiki-kun will be the maid of honor, and we’ll be carried down the aisle with pigeons!”

༄ toma hikage:

⁀➷ about their lover:

“hey, hey! which selfie is cuter? i like their hair in this one, oh - their smile is so bright here! but they’re irresistible when they’re annoyed at me! and then this is one where they’re sleeping, but this one’s filter is pretty, and this one -”

⁀➷ fleeting memories:

“long before visty was even a thing, they were always by my side. honestly, i doubt i would’ve become an idol without their encouragement. even with that horrible old face of mine, they always talked about how beautiful i was. haaa, i miss them so much! i need to call them right now!”

⁀➷ overbearing fans:

“maybe saying i’m everyone’s idol was a bad idea, haha. they get kinda jealous sometimes when we’re approached too often, but if i’m being real with you, it’s so hot! the way they call me theirs and grip my hand… totally heart pounding!”

⁀➷ the future:

“i hate to think about the day when visty isn’t a group anymore, but the idea of living a normal life with them is kinda nice, you know? waking up late, going grocery shopping, picking up the kids from school, family vacations. not anytime soon, obvs, but i can’t imagine ever wanting it with anyone else.”

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Chapter 7 - The Truth About Pro Hero Deku.

Summary: Deku introduces his girlfriend to his family. Y/N teases Inko and All Might about their “relationship”. Izuku.exe has stopped working after Inko’s answer. Also, Izuku tells Y/N his biggest secret.

Warnings: Swear words

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“Izuku, you need to come home more often!” Inko gives up on hiding and joins the group hug. You can’t miss All Might’s fond smile as one of Inko’s arms snake around him while she pats Izuku’s back with the other.

Izuku might not have his blood father in his life but Izuku clearly grew up in the most loving family anyway. Izuku talked a lot about his past in the interviews; about their financial struggles, his mom’s torturous work routine, about how they googled “how to shave” together on YouTube to learn how to do that stuff because neither of them had anyone in their lives who was nice enough to show Izuku how to shave without cutting himself. They lived a lonely life until Izuku joined UA; it was only him and his mother until All Might took Izuku under his wing. Everything had changed after Izuku made his first proper friends; the house got more lively when his mates came around and Inko smiled more as well, finally able to concentrate on work without feeling like he’s neglecting the only important person in her life for some spare money.

“I genuinely couldn’t. Ask Sweet Pea, if you don’t believe me!” Izuku retorts, his eyes teary from happiness as he looks back at you.

“The boy speaks the truth, madam.” You bow in front of Inko with a cheeky smile on your face.

“Talking about the truth…” Izuku walks to your side, clearly anxious. Oh god, this is it… “I would like you two to meet… the woman I’ll marry one day. Treat her well.”

You choke on your saliva just as Izuku puts his arms around your middle to pull you closer.

Marriage?! Already?! Not like you would mind to change your name to Midoriya… oh my god, Y/N Midoriya, shut the front door, that sounds gorgeous. Then after marriage, you could have a kid, a little baby with green curls and pretty freckles and your eye color… or would it be your hair and his eye color? Nah, you want the green curls to be passed on for sure. And the freckles. Oh my god, those freckles.

“Stop fangirling.” Izuku murmurs into your ear with a shit eating grin on his face; his voice is low and extremely enticing, too quiet for the others to hear but loud enough for you to get goosebumps on your arms.

“Does that mean…” Inko looks five seconds away from crying, probably less, so All Might puts his arms around the woman’s shoulders.

“I think you are meeting your future Daughter-in-law, Midoriya-san.” He murmurs happily, clearly not surprised by the revelation. You have a feeling these two talked about you quite a lot already.

“This is the best present you could have given to your mother, thank you.”

Inko cries like a baby for at least an hour before she finally calms down and goes into the kitchen to prepare some food for lunch. Toshinori-San asks her if she needs any help but he gets shushed right away.

“Enjoy yourself, Yagi. You haven’t seen the boy for ages.”

Clearly, “Yagi” isn’t used to hearing his own first name from the woman’s mouth yet; his whole face reddens as he nods shyly, rendered speechless for the next few seconds.

“Uhm, I don’t mean to be the person who asks this as I’m not technically the part of the family yet, but… you and Inko, hmm?”

Izuku almost chokes on his water while Toshinori looks really close to throwing up by the way he pales completely after you finish your sentence.

“I… I think you miss… understand the situation. We share a house, just like you two… wait, that’s a really bad example, isn’t it? Oh my, I’m making this worse.”

“Sweet Pea, you can’t seriously think All Might and mom…”

“All Might and mom what?” Inko comes out from the kitchen, scaring the living shit out of Toshinori. You swear you can see his soul leaving his body for half a second.

“I was just wondering if you and Toshinori-san are… well… in the same situation as Izuku and I? Sorry if I’m being too straightforward, but…”

“Oh, don’t be silly, Sweet Pea!” Inko waves you off with a light blush on her face. If you see disappointment on All Might’s face you don’t comment on it. “My house was finally full of laughter and happiness when he moved in, I’m more than happy to have him here as a good friend. Honestly, you are so silly. This is Yagi, the hero of the century, the man who saved millions, why would he even look at a silly old, boring lady like me?”

You can barely keep your smile hidden. Yup. This story sounds really similar.

“What are you talking about, Midoriya-san? It’s the other way around! You are the kindest, the purest, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on! You are way too good to be stuck with a silly old man who’s barely standing on his legs after being beaten to pulp way too many times!”

Suddenly, you could cut the tension in the air with a knife if you would carry one with you like Jirou does. The two stare at each other, only just realizing they were both thinking the same thing all this time. You are a little bit jealous for them for being forced to face their own feelings this way; you definitely helped them to get their shit together before they ended up being weird about it like you two did for several weeks. Or, you just ruined the fun. Oh, well.

“I think I’m going to show Y/N my room.” Izuku mutters with a pale face. Obliviousness clearly runs in the family.

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“Do you want to talk about this or…” You mutter under your nose, your eyes not leaving the confused greenhead.

“Give me 5 to 7 days to get over the fact that my mother has a crush on my favorite hero, All Might, and her feelings are reciprocated and I’ve been watching them for almost ten years and I never realized it.” He mutters back, his speech followed by a big sigh. You can’t help but laugh at Izuku’s dumbstruck face. He’s absolutely adorable.

“I mean, you didn’t even realize your own feelings towards me, at least if I can trust Katsuki’s words and I’m quite sure he ain’t a liar, so…” You giggle to yourself as you snake your arms around the man’s middle with a flirty look on your face.

“Wow, so you talk shit about me with Katsuki while I’m risking my life to save the city?” Izuku moves closer, his body flush against yours as he slowly steps forward to push you towards the bed. Jesus Christ, you’ll never get used to the way he towers over you. The chill that goes down your spine makes you feel dizzy.

“Well, he gets lonely when his husband is on a mission.” You retort with a cheeky smirk. Izuku rolls his eyes fondly while he leaves tiny kisses on your cheek.

“Stop shipping my friends and my family, you weirdo.” He mutters into your neck, his breath hot on the sensitive skin.

“Look into my eyes and tell me those two have never kissed.” You take Izuku’s cheeks in your hands and pull him up to force him to look at you.

“They did. I saw it.” The shit-eating grin on Izuku’s face is downright terrifying. “It was on one of Denki’s house parties. It all started with Eijirou asking Katsuki if he thinks it’s possible to spar with their tongues. They did not remember a single thing the next day and we all decided to not tell them about it for their own modesty. What happens at Denki’s party, stays at Denki’s party. That’s the D-rule.”

Your face resembles a fish trying breathe on the surface. You can’t do anything but gawk at the hero in front of you.

“You saw them french-kissing and you still deny their attraction to each other?” You don’t need to say “I think you are an absolute idiot”, Izuku gets the message.

“Trust me, there was nothing sexy about that tongue fight. I actually couldn’t even think about kissing for years after that. It ruined me.” Izuku sighs dramatically as he turns you around and jumps on his bed with a loud thud.

“Now, can you please have your full attention on me and look around in my room? It might not be the original one but there are a lot of memories here. Mom brought over everything, my notes, my old clothes from the UA days… come on, get wild.” Izuku giggles and to be honest, you would rather concentrate on the sprawled out hottie on the bed instead of your surroundings right now, but you decide to obey anyway.

This room of Izuku’s is more plain than his bedroom now; instead of the cool adjacent wall there are only old posters littering the walls, no personal photos or anything visible on the shelves, just a few low-quality All Might figurines left on the old, wooden desk. There are a few boxes half open in the corner of the room; most of them are notes and memories Izuku wasn’t fond enough to display; his yearbook from middle school for instance is also thrown into the pile, the hard covered book’s front ruined by massive red letters written with a sharpie.

“I hoped you’ll find that last.” Izuku mumbles, his eyes melancholic as he stares at the book. “I wanted you to enjoy being here before I… before I show you that.”

Your blood freezes in your body. Somehow, the mood went from “I want to make out with you in my old bed” to “I will show you something terrible and you’ll probably cry” and you have no idea what to think about this sudden change.

“Why… who…” you mutter while you stare at the book, still too far enough to actually read what the words are.

“Do you remember how My Hero Academia has started?” Izuku asks. He pats his thigh 2 times, asking you to sit down and you do; Izuku’s arms come to the front right away, hugging you from behind, giving you a warm cuddle to soothe your troubled soul.

“With you almost failing getting into UA because you couldn’t use your quirk properly.” You answer right away, like a good fan.

“Yeah. That’s right.” He mutters, giving you a peck on your cheek for your success. “I knew how much you like that manga and everything in it is true but there are some parts Horikoshi had to change up or completely skip because I asked him to. I hated to do this to the fans but… I had to keep our secret safe.”

“You and who’s?” You move around to look at your boyfriend with questioning eyes. Izuku leans over to take the yearbook out of the box and hides it behind him for now.

“What’s the name of my quirk, Sweet Pea?” Izuku asks as he leaves tiny kisses on your neck. You are too anxious to actually enjoy them but they definitely take the edge off at least.

“One for all. After your favorite hero, All Might.”

“Yes. And that’s a lie.”

Your world crumbles. Whatever Izuku is about to say must be something extremely important and probably quite dangerous for you to know but right now, you are just grateful for being included in the small group of people who know Izuku’s apparent secret.

“What…?”

“I haven’t met All Might at UA. I met him way before that. We knew each other quite well by the time I got in. My quirk, All for one wasn’t named after All Might’s. It is… All Might’s.”

Suddenly, Izuku takes the book out from behind his back. There are a lot of rude things written on the covers with that red sharpie, but there is one that comes back over and over again…

The word “quirkless.”

“Izu, what… what do you mean? It doesn’t make any sense…” you mutter to yourself, frustrated tears falling to your cheeks. You want to understand, you want to be able to comprehend his heavy confession, but the original story was etched into your mind so much that hearing all of this is like hearing someone denying the history of heroes completely and asking you to believe they are right and the history books are wrong - to be fair, there is a high possibility that history books are indeed made up. It’s not like anyone was there from the current population to see the whole thing with their own eyes. Izuku is a part of this specific part of the history though, the main character of the decade, so you have no reason to not believe the green head but it’s still… it just doesn’t sound right. Izuku was born to be a hero yet he was born without the most crucial part of being one, but somehow he managed to snatch the number one hero’s quirk when quirks are not supposed to be transmittable?

“You are right, quirks are not usually transmittable but this one is.” Of course you muttered half of that out loud. “There are several other quirks I managed to unlock during my journey which makes the quirk look completely different from All Might’s but I ensure you, they are one and the same. I can’t tell you more than that as this story isn’t just mine, but what I can tell you is that there is a reason no one knows about the fact that my power can be given to basically anyone and I don’t think I need to tell you why is that.” Izuku sighs while he lets you free from his hug in case you need some more space. “I just wanted you to know… The truth… About me. Because I love you and you deserve to know. I was just like you. I know how painful it is to grow up without a quirk. I understand you so much more than you think, Sweet Pea and I’ll forever love you for being the way you are, if you let me.” Izuku’s first teardrops trail down his cheeks, a fond smile decorating his face. You genuinely can’t make a single word right now; there is so much you want to say; you want to tell him how proud you are of him for putting up with all of that without being able to tell a single soul about it, you want to tell him he has no reason to look so frightened because you can’t possibly be mad at him for this, you want to tell him it doesn’t matter if his quirk is “borrowed” because it’s not the quirk that makes you a hero but your will to die for the weak; but your mind it too frazzled to say all of that…

“Even if you’d be quirkless and weak, I would still love you, Izuku. There is no universe where I’m not by your side. I love you to the moon and back and your confession only made me love you more…” You mutter into his neck. “Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for going through all that pain for us, common folk. Thank you for choosing me. Thank you, Izu.” You mutter into the crook of his neck, making his skin wet with your tears. As a fan, you are certainly shook by all the lies around your favorite pro hero but as a human being who’s been living with Izuku for the past few months you can’t say you are surprised by this revelation; he’s always been way too humble for his own good, he barely showed off his quirk to anyone except you, it always felt like he doesn’t really know what to do with the whole fame that came with him being a hero and now it makes so much sense. It’s not right, but it makes sense.

“Can we… uhm… use the hot tub when get home? I want to be close to you. As close as I can get. That’s my wish for today.” Izuku says with teary eyes, his arms tight around your waist. A tiny blush appears on your face as you mutter back, your face still hidden in his neck.

“I would really love that, Izu.”

You know you probably said this at least thousand times already, but having Izuku as your boyfriend was the best decision of your life.

…next chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Okay, here’s my opinion about how much is out for the public canonically about Izuku (s6 spoilers): While Izuku told his classmates about the fact that he got his power from All Might, the public only knows that for some reason the boy was the the one Shigaraki wanted. At one point in the future I’m quite sure there will be gossips about him but I literally don’t think anyone would ever think about Deku being quirkless. People know their quirk has the same name but its just a name and everyone knows what a big fan Izuku is so everyone just thinks he’s being a fanboy.

- Also, I love how Izuku goes from “I’ll tell you my biggest secret and we will all cry about it” to “can we have a cheeky hot tub date now?” In five seconds. Bro just want to chill 😂

- Don’t tell anyone but Izuku’s dream is to be able to give his power to his quirkless, future kid if they want it. He would never force them to take it though, he’s not an asshole.

- My Hero Academia is different in this AU; for instance, the first book is literally just about Izuku struggling to get into UA, the second about him struggling to keep up then about Izuku unlocking his powers and the backstory villains (except Dabi, his story isn’t in the books at all out of respect to the Todoroki family but there are hints to it.)

- Before you ask: yes, some of the “messages” on the front are from Katsuki indeed. Hell, he probably came up with the whole “idea”. He wanted to swap books with Izuku after they reconciled but Izuku wanted to keep it to “never forget where he came from.”

- So I will try to be on time with the next chapter but I got sick (again) so please be patient with me!

- The next chapter will probably be an NSFW one, not because of the s mut (I don’t really want that chapter to be the s mut chapter, I have different plans, but these fuckers have their mind of their own sometimes 😂), but it will involve nakedness and quite a lot of touching so… yeah. Sorry if you need to skip most of the next chapter 😭😭😭😭

- If you are waiting for the next Shenanigans chapter, I’m also done with that but it’s a double chapter, half SFW and half NSFW and it’s 5K+, that’s why is so delayed 😂

TL: @garfieldthomas @porusuniverse @stickygumchewer @sixxze @mily-moo @aei-sedai-moiraine @aymasakusa @katsuari @kenzie-deadly @shiviwrites07 @lukerycyja-reblogs @cloroxisadelectabletreat @coffeent @kisskissshutmydoor @bobcar1 @yazminetrahan @cringefan @ronimacaroni77 @thekookiecorner @dangerousluv1 @emperatris-rinaka @shotos-angelic-whore @angelsdemonsmonsters @norvacaine @rei165 @unofficialmuilover @yao-ai

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Rolling Stone - Fall Bailey Kay, One of One

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Shoutout to @soulsimmin for the other musical artists noted on the cover and general Team BK shenanigans. Somebody cut the check.

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10.59pm The initials BK pop on the screen indicating Bailey Kay has joined the Soom call. The camera flashes on and my heart skips a beat. I hear her soft but firm voice say “Kiss” and another face appears in the view. Bailey’s husband Quinton leans in for a kiss as requested. The two quickly exchange “Love you’s” and adoring looks and then he’s gone as fast as he appeared. Bailey Kay turns to me and I now have her undivided attention. She flashes that gorgeous smile and my heart skips a beat again.

“Sorry. Hi! Thank you for agreeing to meet with me this late. I hope you’re a night owl too.” Absolutely not. I’m normally in bed by 10pm, but who says no to the Queen B when she agrees at the last possible second to her first interview in ages. I awkwardly reply “I am tonight!” and she laughs, exclaiming “I like you!” Phew! Any remaining tension and nerves are gone. Let’s get into this.

Channeling my glitteriest of kitties I jump right in and ask “Where are the visuals? We the butterflies are begging for the music videos and performances.” Honestly I expected a glare or an eye roll in return, but I get a sly smirk instead. “You are the visual”

I instinctively look at the small image of myself on the screen thinking I did too much with my look for this call. Bailey must have sensed my confusion and continues: “Butterfly is about celebrating life, love, and freedom, overcoming struggles and transforming into your best, highest self. I didn’t want to dictate how anyone experienced those things with the typical visuals. But I did want to get the party started so I gave you the first step- the music.”

“So you dropped the album and bounced to let us party and figure it out for ourselves?”

“You are funny! But yes, kinda. And look what happened! You all started your own challenge and created the visuals, and all I had to do was sit back and watch. Also I really didn’t leave y’all empty handed. I thought we killed it with the pics in the Butterfly Box. But I can’t forget the hive is the hardest to please and I love that. Keeps me on my toes.”

“Ok, I see the vision, but why literally leave the country and go on vacation during an album rollout? That’s unheard of!”

“Ok two reasons. The first is that was what I needed to do. That was my way of celebrating. I told my baby girl that putting out an album was like graduating. I fought hard to overcome my own issues and dark places and now that the project was out to the world, I needed to release and just be with my family, my babies.”

“And the second?”

“Because I can. I’m THAT girl! Deadass!” Again with a smile and a laugh. BK might be the nicest bad bitch I’ve ever met.

“What do you say to the critics who say the album is going to fail? There are rules to the game if you want to succeed.”

“I say check the streaming numbers and sales.” That eye twinkle and smile return one more time. “Rules are meant to be broken. Sometimes. Note to self: Redact that line before my terrors read this. But seriously if we did the same thing, the same way, every time, art, music, life would all be extremely boring. Tackling the unheard of and never been done before is my shit. I live for that. As far as succeeding… I’ve been lucky enough to have more success in my entertainment career than I ever dreamed of. Whatever I do from here on is the extra sauce and will not be measured by industry standards.”

“Speaking of the future, what more can we expect for Butterfly? Please say tour.”

“Ha! Ummm performances are coming. It’s time for me to party with the butterflies.”

“Ok, will they be on multiple stages in cities near all of us?”

“I can't with you! But I can say I’ll perform songs from Butterfly and the rest of the catalogue, on stage, soon. Stay ready.”

And ready we will stay. Ready for the Queen BK. One of One. Number One. The Only One.

[togrowoldinv]

A Universe Apart

Miguel O’Hara x Reader

When Miguel once asked you to join the team, you said yes, but things aren’t always as simple as that.

Note: I am a simp for this man and I will not apologize. Enjoy this angsty little love story. Let me know what you think! I’d love to write more for him the future.

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You met him during a canon event. The mysterious man in a suit that was just the opposite colors of yours. It had to happen, he told you. It had to be this way.

He asked you to come with him, but he wasn’t really sure why. It’s not like you were as experienced as him. You’d only had powers for a few years. You were just coming into your own strength when your family was taken from you.

That was two years ago. And now you follow Miguel and the others everywhere they go. You save universes from collapse, but watching canon events has led you into the darkness. Miguel notices, but he’s yet to say anything.

It’s only when you snap and yell at your fellow Spider-people about a silly mistake in an experiment that your mentee Gwen finally asks him to speak to you.

He finds you working in the lab. The lights are low and he knocks his knuckles on the tables to get your attention.

“Time to go?” You ask him, cutting to the point.

“Not this time,” he replies. “Gwen asked me to speak to you.”

“Oh,” you sigh. “I’ll apologize to the team tomorrow.”

“That’s not what I’m asking you to do, but okay,” he says.

“What are you asking then?”

“I’m asking if you’re okay,” he replies. There’s a slight hesitation in his voice that you don’t think you’ve heard before.

“I’m fine,” you say simply.

“Alright then. I’ll leave you to it.”

He stands up but before he gets out the door you speak again.

“Why did you ask me to join the team? I was doing just fine where I was,” you say.

Miguel stops in his tracks. His fists clinch at his sides as he turns back around.

“You weren’t doing just fine. Everyone you loved died,” he says.

“Shit, way not to sugarcoat it,” you remark.

“I’m just saying, y/n. You needed out.”

“I needed help! I didn’t need to be pulled away from the one universe that I was comfortable in!” You shout at him. “You shouldn’t have made that choice for me!”

Miguel stands there speechless. Nobody stands up to him like that. He feels a pang of guilt in his gut, but he says nothing.

He walks out of the lab and you sit back at your table. You weren’t really mad at him for saving you, how could you be? You’re just missing home. Or rather what home used to be.

The next day Miguel calls for a group to travel to keep a canon event on track. He doesn’t ask you to come. You’re hurt, but you try to brush it off. It’s not like you go on every mission.

You wait for the other spiders to return so you can be debriefed on the mission.

“Hey there, y/n,” your friend Peter says. He joins you in the lobby. He’s one of the nicest people here and you’ve always found comfort around him. “I figured you’d be out there.”

“Nah, not this time,” you say.

“What’s wrong?” Peter asks.

“It’s nothing,” you shrug it off. Peter gives you a look and you give in. “I got into an argument with Miguel.”

“Ah I see. Do you want to hold the baby? It usually helps,” he asks.

“I’m good,” you reply, but the little girl grinning up at you does make you smile.

“Miguel is just a tortured guy. He wants to fix things for the greater good, but he forgets the people that he can’t save have feelings too,” Peter says. It’s nothing you don’t know already, but you appreciate him trying.

“Yeah. I just want to go home,” you admit.

“I know. Maybe one day,” he says.

Your conversation is over when a portal opens and the room fills with your team. Miguel is the last to walk through. You avoid eye contact with him during the entire debriefing.

Afterwards, he asks you to follow him across the building. You reluctantly do as he asks.

“I need to get back so can we make this quick?” You ask him.

“Listen,” he begins. “I know I’m not always the most open person.”

“Understatement of the year,” you mumble.

He groans but keeps going.

“You’ve heard the story of my universe, yes?”

“Yeah. You had a family,” you say. “I’m sure you miss them.”

“Every day. But I have to be okay. I have to be here and do this,” Miguel says. “But you don’t.”

“What? Miguel, I don’t understand,” you say.

He turns around and presses a few buttons on a control panel. The instrument comes to life and you look to Miguel in disbelief.

“You can go home,” Miguel says. “It’s your choice.”

“How is this possible?”

“The mission today. We were making sure that it was safe for you to go home,” Miguel explains. “It’s not the same as it was, but it’s still your home.”

You feel tears welling up in your eyes. You never thought you’d have this chance.

“Miguel, I- I don’t know what to say,” you stumble over your words. “Thank you.”

You surprise him when you pull him into a hug, but his strong arms soon circle you. He’s warm and safer than you expected him to feel.

“I’ll miss you,” you admit. “Will you come visit?”

“If I can,” he says.

You pull away from the hug and he looks down at you. He’s almost smiling at you.

Something in you feels compelled to kiss him. You stand on your tippy toes and kiss his lips. It starts soft, but soon Miguel is kissing you deeply.

Pent up tension is breaking out as you memorize each other. He pulls away too soon, but you both know it has to end.

“Go on,” he says, trying to be the strong one.

You step into the go home machine and it encloses around you.

“Tell everyone I said see you later,” you tell him. “And Miguel, thank you for everything. What you did for me kept me alive.”

“In another universe, y/n,” Miguel says.

The machine rattles and scans you. Soon enough, you’re back home.

You miss Miguel and the rest of the spiders already, but you know you’ll see them again.

You know Miguel will do whatever it takes to make his way to you. Maybe one day he can stay here with you forever.

But for now, you’ll be in love a universe apart from each other.

[clumsiestgiantess]

Part two of Takeover Scenario Future! @goblinunderabridge, @entomolog-t, and everyone else who enjoyed part one, here it is!

(part one here)

Running to the bathroom door, I tried to turn the handle, but it was locked from the inside.  I could hear small pained groans coming from behind it.  “Julie!  What are you doing to him?!” I yelled from outside.  She didn’t answer me.  I waited a good half-hour sitting against the bathroom door.  They were talking to eachother in there — speaking in whatever strange language the survivors spoke.  Finally, the bathroom door opened.  I nearly fell backwards inside.  “Can you get off the floor, please?” she asked me, voice back to being mildly annoyed and normal.  “I need you to tell me what exactly you thought you were doing taking Mason for a joyride on your bike.”

I hadn’t really processed any of what she told me.  My mind was drawn to the survivor.  He sat on the side of the sink with bloody cotton balls surrounding him.  His pant leg had been cut off to make way for a bandage that covered his whole leg.  A broken rod of plastic was wrapped up in it, too — preventing it from bending.  Zoning back in, I recognized something about what my sister said.  “Wait.. Mason?  Who’s Mason?”  Julie exhaled tiredly, pressing a few fingers to her temples.  “Mason is your little friend here.  Well, technically his name is Nosam, but I think you’ll do better with the English version.”  At the sound of the strange name, Bandit — or not Bandit — looked up at us.

“Now please, what were you doing that made him jump out?  Was he trying to get away from you?”  Guiltily, I thought back to how he’d struggled against me when I placed him in the bike basket.  “Yeah, he tried.. before I got on the bike.. but he was just a bit scared!  Once I brought him back and showed him his new home, I thought he would stop!”  I stepped over to Mason, leaning down to look at his injury, but he scrambled away wide-eyed.  Disappointedly, I backed off.  “He’s.. still scared of me,” I realized.

“Well no shit he’s scared of you!” Julie suddenly spat, voice hostile again.  “He doesn’t understand what you’re saying, and you’re not trying to comfort him at all!”  “But shouldn’t he know I’m not going to hurt him?  I’m not a monster!” I countered.  “Well, to him, you are.  You’re more intelligent than anything else he has to be afraid of — capable of doing so much worse to him than an animal that just wants to eat him and be done with it.  Our kind trapped his kind here.  All survivors are either angry at us or scared of us at first because of that.  And I don’t blame them.”

The room was silent for a while as the thought sunk in.  “Sorry, Ritch, I didn’t mean to yell at you.  I mean, I did, just not that much.”  Julie glanced over at the survivor.  He quickly turned away like he hadn’t been watching.  “They’re not pets, Ritchie.  They’re people.  Just like us.  You can’t just carry one off and expect them to be calm about it.  That’s kidnapping.”  “But..” I stammered, “I just wanted to give him a home.”  A slight smile appeared on Julie’s face.  “I know.  But Mason didn’t, and you scared him enough to think that jumping off your bike to get away would be safer than whatever you had in store for him.”

I glanced guiltily at the guy sitting on our sink.  “Sorry.”  “Eh syas s’eh yrros,” she told the survivor, “Ym rehtorb tsuj detnaw ot evig uoy a ecalp ot yats.”  Mason looked up at her, then turned to me.  He didn’t seem as scared, just a bit wary.  “What’d you say?”  “I told him what you told me.  That you’re sorry and you were just trying to help.”  I nodded, then turned to her suddenly.  “Wait, Julie, how do you speak survivor?  How do you know all this stuff about them?”

“Oh!” she gasped, “That’s kind of a long story, actually.  Let’s head to my room.  We don’t want Mom finding them inside.”  I nodded, “Remember the one in the attic?”  “Mhm.  She tried to kill it.”  She had, but my sister had stopped her.

Julie gestured for Mason to settle between her hands so she could take him where he needed to go.  “Wait, can I carry him?” I asked her hesitantly.  “I promise I’ll be gentler.  I- I want him to know that I can be more careful.”  She spoke to Mason and turned to me.  “It’s his decision, not mine.”

The survivor looked at me intently — thinking hard.  He said something decisively and Julie nodded.  Then, he pointed to me.  “Well, he chose you,” she told me with a nudge, “Better make up for that first impression.”  With that, she slid out of the bathroom and waited by the doorway to the next room over.  Gently, I held out my hands for Mason like I saw my sister do.  He tenderly got up, avoiding his injured leg as best as he could.  

The feeling was even stranger than picking him up in my fist.  His weight caused my hands to dip lower as he sat down in them, glancing up at me with a pensive expression.  I lifted him, and his grip tightened on my thumbs, which were almost like armrests to him.  “Sorry for scaring you earlier,” I told him remorsefully, “I won’t do any of that again; I promise.”  Mason gave me a small reassuring smile, squeezing the pad of my thumb just a bit tighter.

When I made it to the doorway, Julie nodded and told me the coast was clear.  I followed her upstairs to our room — taking the long way around the house to avoid getting caught by our mother.  Mason gawked at the surrounding rooms and furniture.  Briefly, I wondered why.  His world apparently had the same types of things that this one did.  However, they weren’t nearly as gigantic.

Once we were safe in Julie’s room behind a locked door, she told me I could put Mason down gently on her dresser, which had been cleaned off since she’d returned from college for the summer.  The little survivor eased off of me; I helped him get his balance before fully releasing him.  He was still slightly wary of me, though.  I’d kept my hands close around him so he couldn’t fall over, and he flinched so badly at the sight that he nearly did fall.  I swear I’m not grabbing you, man, I thought remorsefully.  I’m really sorry I did.

I turned to Julie to ask what to do next, but she’d ducked down beside her bed.  “Ellie!  You can come out now; it’s safe!  There’s.. a few people I’d actually like you to meet.”  My mouth dropped open as a survivor slid out from beneath her bed.  She froze when she saw me, stepping slowly backwards without taking her eyes off mine.  “Ronele, this is-”  “Your brother.  I know.  What is he doing here?”  

Holy…  That survivor just spoke.  In my language.  I gawked, stepping forward slightly, “Y- You speak English?”  “She does,” Julie replied, “I taught her, just like she taught me her language.”  “How?”  She shrugged, “How do you learn any other language?  Practice and trial-and-error mostly.  A lot of gestures, too.”  I shook my head.  “No, I mean, how did you like.. befriend a survivor?”

Before she could answer, the survivor tapped her leg, backing up until she was safely against it.  “Jul, seriously, why is he here?”  The new survivor’s voice held a rather strange accent, but even with it I could still hear the hard fear in her voice.  Why did my presence suddenly put everyone on edge?  I had never hurt one of their kind — never trapped one or locked one in a cage like I’d seen others do.  Then again.. it’s kind of what Julie had told me.  I was still perfectly capable of doing all of that.  And even if I don’t do those kinds of awful things, there are enough people in the world who do for them to be wary of me regardless.  Suddenly, my earlier interactions with Mason made a lot more sense.

At the survivor’s fearful question, my sister nodded to the desk where Mason stood.  He looked possibly even more shocked than I had.  “He finally took someone home.”  The survivor crossed her arms, “I told you he would.”  Julie sighed, “He did it to help him, though.  Isn’t that right?”  She gave me a pointed look and I nodded vigorously.  With one gesture, the survivor, Ellie or.. whatever name my sister called her earlier, called down a pair of cupped hands and slid into them easily.  It was mesmerizing.  The little being did it so effortlessly, as if she stepped into people’s hands all the time.  Actually, she probably did.

Julie lifted the survivor to wherever she pointed, and let her off on the desk beside Mason.  It was then that I realized one of her legs was plastic.  Her right leg from just above the kneecap down was missing, and had been replaced with a modified doll’s leg that was similar in color to her skin.  The survivor gave me a strong sideways glance — probably because I was unknowingly staring at her — then began to speak with the other survivor in their own language.

“So,” I said uncertainly after a moment, turning to Julie.  “How do you two know eachother?”  “That’s the long story,” she said, sitting on the side of her bed and patting the other side of it.  I sat where she wanted me, and she began.

“It was actually the year before I moved out.  I was on a jog when I found Ronele.  Well, in English it’s technically Elenor, but I usually use the other one or..  Nevermind.  Just call her Elenor.  That’ll be easiest for you.”  She sighed, “Where was I?  Right.  When I found her, she was lying on the side of the road.  A car had hit her a little while before I arrived, and I thought she’d died.”

The conversation between the survivors abruptly stopped.  Elenor turned to us with a pensive expression.  “Did you want to tell it?” Julie asked her.  She shook her head, but made the same gesture as before.  My sister got up and scooped her up kinda like I’d picked up Mason at the park, only gentler — more practiced.  When she returned to her bed, Elenor settled in on her lap, making it look like the most comfortable seat in the room.  I glanced back at Mason, still on the table.  “Do you want to come over, too?”  Julie translated for him, and he nodded slightly.

In the same way I brought him upstairs, I brought Mason to the bed — in two carefully-cupped hands.  I tried placing him in front of me, but he slid away and sat in his own spot between me and Julie.  I was slightly disappointed, but I understood why.  Once everyone was settled, the story began again.  “Well, obviously Elenor was in really bad shape when I first found her.  Thankfully only her leg had been run over, but it was still awful.  You know how I worked as an intern at the vet clinic in town?” I nodded.  “The practice came in handy.  That day I had to-”  She paused and glanced down at the little being in her lap, gripping one of my sister’s hands tightly to herself.  “Let’s just say.. it wasn’t pretty.  Elenor was furious with me for a long time afterward.”

“For saving her life?” I asked, stunned.  “Yes,” the survivor quipped, “When you have to be in almost perfect physical form just to survive, losing a limb is a death sentence.  I was angry with her because I knew whenever she put me back I was just going to get picked off by something.  I would’ve rather got the dying part over with rather than dragging it out.”  “But then I got you this,” Julie added, gently tapping her plastic leg.  The survivor calmed and nodded.  “While she healed, Elenor learned a bit of English to communicate with me.  And then while she went through physical therapy of sorts with her new leg, she began teaching me Hsilgne.  Her language.”

“And I was right there,” I glanced at the door, “on the other side of the hall.  I never knew.”  “We didn’t want you to,” Elenor told me curtly.  “We didn’t want anyone to find out,” Julie amended.  “By the time Elenor had a working leg, we’d become such close friends that we knew she wasn’t leaving.  She’s stayed with me since.  She came with me to college, and lives with me in my apartment.  I’ve been helping survivors ever since the year I met her, though.  They’ve started coming to me on their own now that I have my own place.”

My sister is a doctor for survivors.  How do I not know this?!  “Can you show me how to keep one?” I asked her, “If you’ve been doing it for years, you can help me start collecting them, too!”  Elenor said something angry-sounding in her language and Julie cringed.  “I.. don’t think that’s a good idea.  I told you, they’re not pets, you don’t keep one.  You offer to let them live with you, like a roommate, and if they say yes, then you can start thinking about helping them.

“And that’s a big if!” Elenor chimed in, “Most of my kind — if they had any sense whatsoever — would say ‘no’ in a heartbeat.”  I glanced at Mason.  Before I could say anything, Elenor asked him something harshly.  He looked confused — almost scared — of being confronted so suddenly.  His gaze flickered around between all of us, then landed intently on me; I tried to look as harmless as I could.  Finally, he spoke.  Elenor looked a bit miffed at his reply, and my sister nodded.  “He says that if you were able to understand him, and you two could talk to eachother like me and Elenor do, he actually wouldn’t mind staying here.”

Mason spoke a bit more, “I yllaer t’nod kniht ruoy rehtorb si a dab tnaig.  Eh- Eh did pleh em elpitlum semit dna I sseug eh dah doog snoitnetni neve nehw eh debbarg em.  Fi eh dluoc tsuj.. dnatsrednu, d’I eb yppah ot evil ereh.  Ohw t’ndluow?  S’ti a citnagig efas ecalp taht sah yllacisab detimilnu doof, dna si deretlehs morf eht rehtaew, htiw a etammoor ohw nac teg uoy tuo fo yna elbuort uoy thgim teg otni.  D’I ekil ot yats fi m’I emoclew, tub fi uoy dluoc tsuj hcaet mih hguone rof mih ot dnatsrednu, I nac hcaet mih eht tser.”

My sister nodded, “I nac hcaet mih.  Fi uoy yllaer tnaw ot yats, tsuj wonk uoy dluohs diova ruo rehtom.  Fi uoy thguoht s’Ritchie gniwonknu edutitta sdrawot uoy saw dab, neht uoy od ton tnaw ym rehtom gnidnif uoy.  Ehs si ekil emos fo eht lufwa sromur.”  Mason nodded dutifully.  I suddenly felt so out-of place.  Everyone in the room could understand this new language — knew what the conversation was about — even if Elenor didn’t seem to approve of it.  Only I had no clue what was being said.  Out of everything, I vaguely recognized my name, but that was all.

“Wait, Mason, you want to stay with me?” I asked surprisedly, a smile growing on my face.  He nodded, trying to stand back up, but between the uneven surface of the bed and his injured leg, he only got halfway before whispering something that sounded like a curse under his breath and sat back down.  “If you’re up for learning a new language over the summer, I’m sure you two will get along surprisingly well,” my sister said, “He thinks a lot like you.”  She gestured to Mason.  “Really?” I asked, looking down at him.  The survivor tilted his head to look up at me slightly.

“But just remember,” my sister told me, “They are not pets.  They’re people.  You treat that kid nicely, or so help me I will take him far away from you, understand?”  I nodded fervently, “Yeah!  I understand!”  Julie looked me over skeptically and Elenor asked: “Do you?”  

I turned to look down at the survivor I’d found earlier.  Originally, I didn’t understand.  I’d looked at him and saw a little mimic creature from another world — an oddity that only looked like a person, but wasn’t actually anything like one.  I mean, they’re barely a foot long, they scavenge around like little animals, and they live in colonies out in the woods.  It seemed obvious they weren’t people.  That was until I was reminded why they had to scavenge whatever we left behind, and hide away in places where humans weren’t around.  They are people — small people who couldn’t fight us for a place to live and had to go into hiding after losing the quick war we waged against them.

“I understand,” I said more firmly, reaching slowly for Mason.  He tensed, but held still as I lifted him up.  Keeping pressure off his leg, I helped him stand and walk across the sheets until he was beside me, leaning on my crossed legs to keep himself upright.  He looked up at me not only with a smile, but with a genuine understanding expression.  It was the first time he’d looked at me that way — with trust.  That look right there solidified it; there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that they’re people.  And I was going to make sure this one actually lived up to the name ‘survivor’.

Second part done!  Do y’all want part three to be a continuation, or a prequel?  (Either a continuation of Ritchie and Mason, or a backstory of Julie and Elenor’s first meeting)

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Comte Drama CD Translations, Track Five: A Night of Great Love

I'm not a professional yada yada yada, these are just my rough transcriptions of each track in the CD because I need fodder for my simping. More beneath the cut as usual. Also just a heads-up, this one's got spoice so it will be slightly nsfw (nothing too explicit but like, it's there).

The title says it all for this one (did I go soft? maybe a little bit don't look at me). Here we go!

Comte: We’re finally alone.  [KISS SOUND] Now you’re all mine…for putting up with it…I’d like you to praise me for not touching you until we got back to our room. From now on I’ll be doing away with the gentleman’s facade…and I’ll spoil you rotten. …I won’t hide it anymore. My feelings for you, my love, my instincts as a man…

What a way to start this track out like thanks I'm already inches from having my way with him, sweet words be damned.

"Praise me for not touching you until we got back to our room." DISAGREE YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN GROPING--

Mn [KISSES]…come now…say it. I told you long before what my name was… …That’s right. Good girl. My name, Abel, means void/emptiness… When my eternal life was at its most unbearable, I wondered at what an ironic name it was.  But now, when you say my name…I get the strangest feeling, one I’ve never felt before. At the very least, it feels more important/meaningful than before.

It seemed out of the question that I could ever love my name. …You changed everything. Not just my name. The meaning of the word eternity and future, and the joy of loving someone…you’ve taught me all the happiness of being loved. …So you must accept mine in return. Accept what? Of course…my love-- -----

These are all things that were revealed in the main story route, so nothing really new here. Love the good girl bit tho and 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😭 "You've taught me all the happiness of being loved." AND I WILL FOREVER MUAH MUAH ABEL

(KISS SOUND) Tonight I intend to make you call my name until your voice is hoarse/wretched… (MORE KISSES) About vampires…no, I’ll teach you all about men. (why not BOTH--) I’ll teach you every pleasure you don’t know. There’s no need for fear, all you have to do is leave everything to me. Haah (KISSES MANY OF THEM)…everywhere I touch you, you react so sweetly… Sweet, gorgeous, and dense like a noble flower…it makes me want to steal you for my own right away…

Love that my only protest to all of this is "who says you're the only one gonna be doing any touching" 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I waited nearly three years for you Abel don't try me rn

Also I know that last line is a bit strange, but that's about as much as I could decipher--it was one of those trickier lines that seemed to have a kind of metaphorical/idiomatic element to it. I think it might be speaking to the larger metaphor in Ikevamp of humans being like flowers who either wither or are eternally preserved basically, not unlike her wedding gift to him.

If I were to bite you here and now…in exchange for that momentary pain, you would know unimaginable pleasure. …What’s with that expectant gaze? Are you testing me? …What a naughty woman you are, to stir up a vampire--and a pureblood, no less. Are you…sure you’re ready for an endless life and endless pleasure? …Mn…haah (KISSES) …It’s all right. I don’t really want to bite you. …I just wanted to give you a little lesson on how dangerous it can be to toy with a vampire.

Respectfully MC is a stronger woman than me, if he pulled this shit on me I'd be a vamp tomorrow, we are not the same. Although in fairness I do appreciate that he respects her hesitation

(KISSES) Mn…ah…that was such…a cute sound you just made… Every time we kiss, you just get rosier and sweeter…Seriously, how far do you plan to test my limits before you’re satisfied? I’m burning up…I want to make love to you, be so deep inside you (and melt away)… Mn (KISSES)…ha…ah, the sweet scent is getting stronger… If we go on like this, I’m not sure I can play around much longer…I feel like I’m losing my mind. …You shouldn’t let a foolish man like me take advantage of you any further. For now, I’ll accept just this much.

Okay but like. Can we talk about that last line in the former bit and the first one in this bit because. MC do we have a kink for Comte being a little dark and sexy vampire hours? Because YEET SAME AAAAAAAAAAA

Consider me well and seduced, v hot for me 👀💅🏼 Although asjkhldgldsjhg this highkey makes me want to tease him so badly, he just seems so reactive

That last line I think was supposed to be an extension of the self-deprecation from the last track, and tbh it made me v sad :< don't fret Comte, I'm here because I wanna be ;-; nothing wrong with being a little needy

…I want you…I really want you…I mean it. …Touch me, and see for yourself. …You know what I mean, don’t you? My heart is racing, desperate for you. Unable to resist every flagrant urge, I take the woman I love… The more I touch your smooth skin, the more difficult it becomes to resist that pleasure… That’s why it’s so hard for me to hold back. 

Like. If I try to describe how this makes me feel all I'm gonna do is bark, so I'm just gonna spare y'all that--

Also dying at that bit where he goes "touch me and see for yourself" because. Come on. We all know what we were thinking. And he was like "See? My heart's racing" I BET IT IS, COMTE. I BET. IT. IS. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

So now…mn…ahhh…haah… (I cannot convey to you the overwhelming eroticism of this voiced **cough** moaned **cough** line. It must be heard to be known and felt. --R.I.P Minnie, 2023) Instead of biting you, I’ll leave a sign of my desire here on your neck. …When we became lovers, you told me that you didn’t mind being beside me, even if I was hesitant. Trying to choose the right future, worrying until the last minute. Because if I do bite you, sink my fangs into this delicate flesh and grant you lifetimes…it’s something that only takes an instant. The moment I make up my mind, I can turn you right here and right now. To be with the woman I love whom I found in eternity, and to make her eternal with me…there is no sweeter temptation for me. But right now…I want to forget about the flow of eternity and indulge in happiness with you. …This time, let me give you a gentle kiss. (KISS) Mn…Even if I can suppress the bloodlust, I can’t hold back my love for you any longer. Tonight, I want to know every part of you more deeply than ever… I want to be deep inside you…I want us to seek each other and to make you mine. (GET IT TIGER) The night is still long. I’ll give you as much as you want, so that you don’t even have a moment to breathe.

More barking, also -> "To be with the woman I love whom I found in eternity, and to make her eternal with me…there is no sweeter temptation for me." this is what hope looks like. I'm gonna tell my kids this was the twilight saga KIDDING but fr 🙏🏼 my hopes and dreams epitomized.

[americanwh0rerstory]

“i hope you had the time of your life” [Cherik AU]

first class!charles xavier x first class!erik lehnsherr

SONG: good riddence (time of your life) - green day [lyrics in pink]

SUMMARY: the beach divorce rewritten with more angst than ever

CONTENT WARNING: CHERIK ANGST, CHERIK ANGST, CHERIK ANGST. they’re also dating

MY AU: Erik intentionally hit charles. not to paralyse him but just as a betrayal. he loved charles, he truly did, but he didn’t want to spend his life forgiving and forgetting what humans have done to mutants

A/N: this idea came to me and i wanted to write some non smut, non x reader. i’ll soon resume my kinktober fics, but for now i need to slowly get back into the habit of writing

FIC BELOW THE CUT ^_^

“Erik-!” charles yelled through a cry of agony, falling face first into the sand. grains of the stuff began to fill his mouth, lingering on his tongue as he screamed into it. Erik, meanwhile, was looking away with guilt and horror. he didn’t mean to let his emotions get the best of him, but he just couldn’t listen to his lover preach about peace for the hundredth time

“charles” Erik sighs deeply, kneeling in the sand and holding the injured man in his arms. charles could do nothing but look up at him with teary eyes and a pained expression.

“charles listen to me-”

“no, Erik, i cant just listen. why did you do this? after everything we’ve done together, after all the shit we’ve gone through together, why?” Charles interrupted, speaking through gritted teeth to hold back the pained noises that threatened to escape his lips

“im sorry, charles, but i cant see your way. i cant just forgive humans when they’ve spent decades oppressing our kind for how we was born, you can’t expect me to forgive that can you?”

“no, i don’t expect you to forgive and forget. but if you’d just look beyond that and find a future where we can coexist. can’t you just look past it all and think about the future generations?”

Erik sighs, his jaw clenching as he weighed his options. he didn’t want to let humanity get away with their years of resentment to mutants, his own people, but he didn’t want to lose charles. his mind was conflicted until charles interrupted his thoughts

“was it worth it?” he asks, looking up at erik with a tear stained face “were WE worth anything?”

“it was worth all the while, you meant the world to me. i love you, but we can’t achieve our goals together. we want the same thing-”

“no my friend, we most certainly don’t want the same thing”

friend. “my friend.” Erik’s heart dropped, he had lost the one person who ever made him feel loved.

“you want to kill the human race, i want to coexist with them. we’re on opposite sides, erik” charles admitted regretfully

not knowing what to say, how to conclude, erik just gently set charles down on the sand. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry it came to this”

“you’re unpredictable. why did you change on me? i thought we finally came to an agreement”

“in the end, it’s right. maybe we do want different things, maybe we can’t achieve this together.” erik admitted as he began to walk away, leaving charles laying in the sand

“raven, let’s go” erik said firmly as he walked, mystique following behind him hesitantly

“erik! one more thing” charles calls out whilst hank carefully lifts him up out of the sand

“what?” erik asked weakly, turning to see his now ex for the last time. charles looked up at him, making eye contact from across the beach.

“i hope you have the time of your life”

[starrysnowdrop]

Okay, so now that I am done with the 7.1 MSQ, the Pandaemonium Epilogue quest, and I finished the FFXI alliance raid quests, I have a lot to say about it all, so I’ll put my comments under the cut below.

MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD!!! Don’t click unless you’re caught up with the 7.1 MSQ at least!!! 👇👇👇

So let’s get some of the side stuff out of the way first before I dive into the details of the MSQ.

The housing items, omg the housing items are amazing!!! There’s so many that I want for Hali that I know I’ll be broke very soon. RIP Hali’s Gil.

The crafted glam gear looks adorable and so is some of the gear sets from the new 7.1 dungeon. I also NEED all of the weapon design contest funny weapons, but I’ve yet to figure out how to get them.

Next, the Pandaemonium epilogue was so cute, as it’s only one quest long if I remember correctly, and you get a reward that, for many of us, is well worth it at the end. Won’t give it away here but yup I love it.

The FFXI alliance raid… oh my god. I have never played XI so any nostalgia factor is completely lost on me, but the raid itself is really fun, the locations are gorgeous, and god the mechanics are way harder than Myths of the Realm in EW in my opinion. I died so many times… but I still think it was fun! The story is really interesting so far, especially with a certain someone returning and Bakool Ja Ja is still incredibly fun, so I’m looking forward to seeing more in the future, and I’ll be running it every week for gear!

Alright, now let’s get into the MSQ. I’m going to say that overall I enjoyed the 7.1 MSQ even more than 7.0, as the story caught my attention way more than it had in 7.0. At the very least they are giving us some more villains to hate, which is a welcome change, and oh boy am I loving to hate these characters!

But let me back up a bit. I enjoyed that they seem to be balancing out our time spent with Wuk Lamat and allowing us to have some time with others; this time I was really happy that we got to spend some time with Koana. I also enjoyed seeing the progress made in Tuliyollal with helping those who were once Turali get readjusted to life outside the dome again; it was nice to see that being addressed with the support group and the railroad. I’m also happy that we got more backstory on Gulool Ja and his parents, which that will transition into what I really wanted to talk about.

The DUNGEON!!!! HOLY SHIT BALLS!!! 😱

The dungeon was spectacular!! The atmosphere of the fucked up research facility, the zombie researchers, the abominations, and then the tural vidraal final boss… everything was absolutely amazing. The final boss is really difficult at first, but I was thoroughly impressed with it nonetheless. I had a slight panic attack during that fight, but I still loved it overall.

I was also excited to be able to run through the facility and take my time looking over everything at my own pace. It really gave me a mixture of Resident Evil and FFVII vibes, with the Jenova Project in particular coming to mind when examining some of the rooms.

I’m really hoping that this place has more significance than just “Oh this is where Galool Ja’s parents did messed up shit researching feral souls” though. I’m actually hoping that this ties into the greater narrative and the hidden enemy or whatever.

Speaking of Galool Ja’s parents…. Ummmmm… wow…. I never thought that I’d have a hard time deciding who the bigger asshole is, Zoraal Ja or Teeshal Ja… because man, she was a creeper. I know it doesn’t go into a ton of detail on how he was conceived, but it really seemed as though she just created Galool Ja in the lab, you know, as a test tube baby, with how Zoraal Ja reacted to seeing the baby anyway. But ehhhh that’s just my best guess on that. Like I said before, I hope more is revealed with all of this, and it’s connected somehow with the greater threat, but we shall see.

Speaking of the greater narrative, I am equal parts curious, excited, and utterly confused by not only the “fake” Sphene that appeared before the people in Solution Nine and the “real??” Sphene at the very end in the “Meanwhile, in Living Memory…” scene. I am glad that I’m confused at the moment and I haven’t figured out what’s going on yet, yet I’m so damn angry about whoever the hell is controlling the “fake” Sphene. Overall, I had a much bigger and much more positive reaction to all of this than I did in 7.0 with all the Alexandria stuff, so I’m definitely looking forward to more story in 7.2!!

I think if there’s anything I can say that’s not as positive about it all, it would be my personal thoughts on the Alexandrian people. Having both their minds wiped whenever anyone died and having a ready supply of extra souls on tap, both functions made possible by their regulators, the Alexandrians just have no idea how to deal with grief and trauma. And yes, while it’s a very interesting idea to explore, and my science fiction loving brain is eating this stuff up, on the other hand, I am finding it incredibly hard to relate to them in any meaningful way.

Perhaps it’s because I have known both traumatic experiences and death of close relatives and loved ones from an early age in my life, that I look at them and its hard not to laugh at how ridiculous they all look. It’s also really hard to relate to their heavy reliance on their queen, so much so that they have no idea how to grieve her properly or how to handle their affairs without a complete reliance upon her. I am very aware that this might just be a “me” problem and that others may have very different feelings about it all. Nevertheless those are my real thoughts on it, and perhaps I can feel a bit more empathetic towards the Alexandrians in the next patches, but we shall see.

I think that’s all I’ve got for now. If you wish for me to elaborate, or you have a specific question for me about my thoughts on 7.1, please don’t hesitate to send me an ask!! Thank you all for reading!! 💖

[elderdragonblu]

Spoilers for the first two episodes of the new Life is a strange game so if you don’t want to see this then please scroll past to the bottom for my note :)

Sorry if it’s ranty I’m passionate

I absolutely hate how they took the game. In most parts.

My opinion of it is that the game and environment are so cool. Like the characters are cool and like the people and the college are interesting, but they shouldn’t have used max Caulfield for their main character. It’s what the original developers wanted and to have he in this new environment in a way that makes it feel unnatural to her character

Speaking of which. Her and Chloe’s breakup is entirely out of character for both, but Chloe especially. Chloe sending a letter and saying Max needs to stop living in the past and that she hopes she’ll live in the future with someone else?? GIRL. After we kill the whole town for you?? That’s not a trauma that takes a day to heal she probably didn’t have therapy road-tripping and how can she? Shes time traveling, what the fuck is she even supposed to say? Not to mention Chloe was stuck in the past when Max got to her with her father. Not that she can’t grieve for her dead dad, but jfc make the breakup believable. Chloe out of everyone should be able to understand MAX’S POSITION.

The texts messages are also weird? Like Chloe is a mix between immature and mature and tbf I haven’t seen much of them, but they’re just so weird. I won’t speak further, but it feels like… idk, the writers are fighting to figure out what they want with her. (Sidenote the desert picture got of her green hair and I personally fucked with it so).

Also people claiming that Victoria and Chloe are flirting are a jumping a little overboard. I’ve seen it only once and honestly like, maybe it is flirting, but I think it could also just as much be a hangout. Don’t take my word for it, tho. I’m not the most qualified to be talking so.

That’s partially why I think choosing Chloe’s death is just the easier option. Because they butchered her character so bad post-bae ending that I’d rather have Chloe dead and go date some other chick bc fuck that. I’d rather have an in character Max mourning the lost love of her life and what she had to give up then out of character Chloe breaking things off with Max.

Speaking of the new love interest, the only positive thing I’ll say on that and most of the game is that I actually really like Amanda. She seems really sweet. I like the characters, I like how they talk with Max. I wasn’t a huge fan of them earlier, but I think my issues were mostly that they felt like replacements of the old cast, which in some parts are true. I do like the dynamic, tho, and I do enjoy that Max is secretive abt her past and herself. Especially the trauma, it feels in character in some aspects.

I haven’t gotten far into the game, only most of chistes 1. So I won’t speak on the story much, but I have seen some characters that parallel Nathan and Jefferson so that’s making me worried. I just don’t want them to, and they’re already doing it, to just put life is strange 1 in front of us in a different font and that’s more expensive.

The close and style of Max have grown a little. I personally liked what they were building in the game and the comics. It’s not a huge deal to me, but I thought those styles helped stand out as a main character. Then again she’s essentially thirty I think in the game so maybe I’ll cut her some slack.

SPOILER END

As always, tho, please don’t harass anyone over the game. If they like it, that’s awesome!! Lis1 was a shit show in story too at times, im not saying the games are cinematic masterpieces. My problem is when creators take beloved characters and butcher their entire characters. Max and Chloe were fine before they were messed with. They were never meant to have a game after the storm for a reason. I wish they would’ve respected that.

However, I’ll be following the development of the game and probably write fix it fics again 💀

[maybeyoullfindthissomeday]

The 2018 Oyster Roast Incident

tw: self-harm

There are so many ways that make you the most kind-hearted and benevolent soul that I know. And it’s this night that always comes to mind. It’s past one AM, and I was sitting alone in my car when the future ex-wife, she-who-shall-not-be-named, was sending pictures of her freshly cut wrist and expressing how she needed me at that moment more than ever. But I wasn’t biting; I would’t let her manipulate me in that manner so I sent Benjamin to help her. And when the phone rang just as I'm about to head home, I thought it was him or her, but it was you…

Over some background commotion on the phone, you were telling me Brian just had another of his weird, belligerent drunk episodes and that he just got kicked out of your Uber for having his hands on your neck. I found myself instantly fucking livid, because again, we were getting burnt for granting undeserved second chances. And I was even mad at you for asking me to pick him up from the side of Route 17 so that he gets home safe. But I get it now that you would feel so guilty if something had happened to him. Nevertheless, in my confusion, I was reluctant as I was a little inebriated myself and I didn’t trust my self-restraint or lack thereof to not go off on him or break his nose. And also I thought, "fuck him. If something happens, that's on him..." but yet, I still complied.

And after I found him staggering on the sidewalk of a random street, he got into my Scion, and suddenly, I found myself navigating another fucking hell… because of you… and for you. After so many of his incoherent rantings of a whiny malcontent and my subsequent threats of kicking him out of this car too, we made it to his apartment parking lot. And as I helped him out of the passenger seat, he vomited and luckily for him, none of it spewed onto my car or myself. He was still trying to hurt me with any words he can grab at as I escorted his swaying and teetering self to the entrance. And I’m so close to dropping an elbow on his fucking face before he says the craziest thing: “None of this matters anyways, I’ll be out of your lives once you and C____ are together.” It froze me as I watched him finally stumble into his apartment, and presently, I hate thinking that the vomit-covered, narcissistic asshole was right all along… even after all this time.

I remember, when I returned to my driver’s seat, I wished that I could be like how he would've been the next morning and have forgotten all the ridiculous shit that has just happened, especially the last sentence he uttered. I was just bewildered that we were dealing with this kind of stupidness in grad school and contemplated how we would never be in a position to hear these crazy, shit-faced tirades ever again, or more importantly, a position where he would be able to put his hands on you ever again. I felt a vibration from my front dress pants pocket, and I discovered that you're calling back. This was one of the very few times in the past eight years where I found myself too irate to speak a single word to you…

But still, I answered.

[yourneighbourhoodtraumatisedkids]

You've done favorite music and fanfics... what's your favorite fan arts???

Okay, it seems like it’s favourite fanart this time! Not everyone could make it, but five people could, so we’re trying our best here!

*Clotpole and Hairdo Guy fixing the camera while Dark Raven goes through the script.*

Dark Raven: It says that it’s Claire this time on the list.

Clotpole: Yeah, I can’t deal with Toby anymore. He’s being an ass.

Hairdo Guy: *cracks knuckles* Need me to go talk to him?

Clotpole: Not unless you want a murderous time traveller on your heels. I can possibly get away with it, but don’t for even one second do you think you can get away with it, bitch.

Hairdo Guy: *flings hair* Who are you calling bitch here, darling?

Dark Raven: Hairdo, love you and all, but… no. Just no. 

Hairdo Guy: Fine. Get the first person on here so we can get shit over and done with.

Clotpole: *clears throat* CLAIRE, YOU’RE UP!

*Claire enters the room, grinning as she sits down on the first chair set up in a semicircle.*

Dark Raven: Hey, C-Bomb. If you don’t mind me asking, what is… your favourite fanart?

Claire: This one https://www.tumblr.com/inecole/649990950312181760/best-girl-some-more-of-my-weird-sense-of?source=share by @inecole. I really just like their type of style when drawing me, and typically, I’ve always been drawn to that sort of style.

Dark Raven: *glances at Clotpole* Yeah, no, we’re always going to be starting with her in the future, Boss.

Clotpole: Yeah, I’m going to have to agree with you there. NEXT!

*Douxie walks into the room, and sits down next to Claire*

Douxie: Ladies, my dear sir.

Clotpole: Okay, Douxie, none of the posh nonsense until after we get to cut the shooting.  Tell us, favourite fanart?

Douxie: Has to be this one: https://www.tumblr.com/honeyxmonkey/726948737517322240/more-of-him-douxies-hair-getting-long-in-the?source=share by @honeyxmonkey. I want my long hair back sometimes, and this piece of fanart certainly proves how much I need it.

Claire: *giggles* You’d look good with long hair.

Hairdo Guy: But my hair will always look better.

Dark Raven: Dude, we get it- your hair is amazing, it floats, and it likes whipping my boyfriend in the face. Speaking of which… where is Dollophead?

Clotpole: *blushes* Nowhere.

Dark Raven: I’m guessing it’s a secret, right?

Clotpole: You guessed it, sister!

Dark Raven: Well, as long as Lance and him don’t break into a museum again, I say we’re safe.

Clotpole: That wasn’t Dollophead, that was Lance, KK and Hairdo Guy.

Dark Raven: He was on video call with them. I was there.

Douxie: Wait, Hairdo Guy, Lance and KK broke into a museum?!?!

Claire: I mean, so did Jim and Toby. Nothing new to me.

Clotpole: Guys, I spent effort writing this script and we’re going off track already. And we need to get this posted by Tuesday at the latest we can! So let’s hurry up, okay?! NEXT!

*Mary walks in and sits down, before swinging her legs into Douxie’s lap*

Mary: I am so done with this room- I swear it doesn’t do our asks any justice.

Hairdo Guy: *shrugs* None can do, m’lady. You’re just going to have to do with it. Anyway, favourite fanart?

Mary: You’re not Chat Noir, so don’t call me, m’lady. Anyway, my favourite fan art has to be… https://www.tumblr.com/avirxy/701584713464283136/the-chaos-that-would-unfold-if-theyd-all-been?source=share by @avirxy. Way too good. I honestly just fell in love with this meme draw.

Clotpole: Avirxy and Honey have really been getting our attention lately, but then again, they’re both way too good at what they do. Oi, Dark Raven, did you see that one ask I sent Avirxy of a possessed Jimgana from her angsty art meme?

Dark Raven: Oh yeah… that one you sent me- I remember that one. There’s like a world of wonder to explore with a possessed Jim, but there’s even more to explore when it’s Jim and Morgana as a romantic pairing-

Claire: NO WAY!

Clotpole: Okay, moving on! Dark Raven, please for the love of god don’t say that again- it’s Jlaire forever and Ajim at the maximum for my wondering ass to bear as a multishipper-

Hairdo Guy: And then there’s Jeves-

Clotpole: That’s our secret, you idiot-

Douxie: I can’t believe I’m saying this but FOR THE LOVE OF MASTER MERLIN, NEXT!

*Toby enters, wearing sunglasses*

Toby: Hello, beautiful world!

Clotpole: Did someone give him tequila?

Hairdo Guy: Is that really your first reaction to Toby wearing sunglasses?!?!?!

Clotpole: Shut up, man. Anyway, Toby, what is your favourite piece of fanart?

Toby: *sits down* This awesome piece: https://www.tumblr.com/jae-in-a-trenchcoat/730304134181470208/this-tag-absolutely-took-me-out?source=share by @jae-in-a-trenchcoat. Love your work, Jae! It was super random when I found it, but the look on Douxie’s face was so worth it.

Douxie: What do you mean?

Toby: Not now, dude. I’ll show you later.

Clotpole: *rolls eyes* Someone definitely gave him tequila- or something spiked with it. Anyway, final person, YOU CAN COME OUT NOW!

*Jim walks into the room, smiling*

Jim: Hey, guys!

*Jim sits down, and leans back into chair*

Dark Raven: What’s got you so cheery?

Jim: Nothing really. What’s the question today?

Clotpole: Favourite fanart?

Jim: Anything Percy Jackson.

Hairdo Guy: *facepalms*

Clotpole: Dude, we know you’re obsessed with Percy Jackson. We mean anything in the TOA side of things.

Jim: Wait… Trials of Apollo?

Clotpole: NO JIM, WE MEAN TALES OF ARCADIA, GODDAMMIT!

Dark Raven: Jim, just say it, dude. We’re going off script, and Clotpole needs a nap.

Jim: Then… anything by @bluheaven-adw. Love all her art.

Clotpole: *nods* Okay, I’m out of here. Claire, create me a shadow portal back to my house.

*Claire creates a shadow portal and Clotpole jumps into it, before it closes. Everyone looks at the camera.*

Mary: If you have any questions, hit that ask button, I guess.

Douxie: And give us a follow for more content!

*Claire hides her head in her hands*

Claire: Dios mio, we sound like a Youtube channel at this point.

*Jim turns to look at his girlfriend with a raised eyebrow*

Jim: We’re worse than that. We’re a Tumblr account with no sense of self preservation.

Toby: That’s just you, Jimbo. I say we get Discord and Twitter.

Everyone else apart from Douxie and Hairdo Guy: NO TOBY!

Douxie: I say we give at least Discord a shot.

Hairdo Guy: I’m up for anything, honestly.

*Suddenly, the lights switch off, and electricity crackles. Dark Raven sighs*

Mary: I think that was Clotpole saying no.

*Electricity crackles again.*

Jim: And that was her threatening us with a fate worse than death if we do any sketchy shit.

Dark Raven: And that's why we don't talk about Twitter out of all the things you could, Toby.

*camera cuts to black*

[arisloverrs]

Mafia AU.

A first meeting.

Word Count: 3.5K

(What have I done, I wanted to write 2K, what happened.. Ending is rushed but I do not give any fucks no more.)

“Hey. Ari, I need your help with Dress to Impress.” Deimos’ voice rings through the headset making the woman on the other side flinch as she stops in her tracks, her gloved hands gripping the door handle. 

“Shit what the fuck- you bitch- fucking warn me before you do that.” Ari hissed, pulling away and grabbed onto the wall of the alleyway, making sure that no-one else was around before she sighed. There was the sound of shuffling on the other side of the receiver. ‘What are you doing, you idiot?’ the woman thought as she rubbed her weary eyes, trying her best to stay awake.  

Fuck it was so late, and the lord knew she’d much rather be in bed cuddling her pillows compared to roaming around alleys that reeked of piss and spray paint at some ungodly hour. 

“You want me to give you an announcement every time I decide to speak to you? That sounds sorta dumb. You’re dumb Ari.” Deimos yawned, making Ari roll her eyes in annoyance. “I hope you get impaled by a dildo.” Ari mumbled in response.  

Deimos made a high-pitched moaning sound on the line which made Ari wince, quickly turning the output volume down, making sure that the deserted hallway did indeed - stay deserted. “Ahn- yes please daddy!!” 

“Fucking kill yourself.” Ari growled as she squeezed her eyes shut. God fucking dammit - she was getting nowhere. 

“Pshhh, rude. You’re rude Ari you’re mean, you’re being mean to me and I’m literally just a little guy. You know baby seals yea- I am literally a baby seal. Visualise a baby seal right now. That's who you’re telling to kill themselves right now.” Deimos began, making Ari sigh. “A poor old baby seal. How could you be mean to a baby seal. Anyways Ari, there's this girl on Dress to Impress right now, some eight year old with like - no fashion sense and she has the audacity to yell at me about my outfits!” 

Ari frowned narrowing her eyes, “Why are you playing Roblox, shouldn’t you be working right now-”  

“Shush Ari, I’m speaking. And don’t worry about it. Anyways, like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted - I was clearly cooking. And it’s obvious that this girl has watched too much brain rot because I am not fucking with you right now, it's literally frying her brain cells, Ari.” 

Ari sighed and rubbed her forehead, trying to quell the inevitable headache from forming. 

“That’s why she can’t differentiate between peak and actual ass. So, I want you to come home right now - it’s fine, the mission can wait, this is more important anyways. Okay so, Ari I’m going to have to get you to kill this failed abortion-” Her voice rang out from the receiver and Ari automatically began mentally tuning out every word that spilled from her best friend’s lips. 

Her gaze was sharp as she carefully observed her surroundings, there was a door to the left - probably leading her to some room, most likely a meeting room of some sorts. It sounded quiet, there was no noise coming from the inside so it was most likely empty.  

The chances of there being any information regarding the Itadori Mafia group’s future plans was defiantly low.  

Low, but never zero. 

Ari bent down to pick at the lock. “Oi Deimos.” Ari cut her best friend off in the middle of her lecture about how people with no fashion taste shouldn’t be playing Dress to Impress in the first place.  

The woman on the other end of the call stopped speaking and went silent, listening for any instructions.  

“Hit me with numbers, when was the last time Sukuna’s mafia group had any sort of contact with anyone? Groups, individuals… anything big y'know? You sure we got anything on the records?”  

Ari pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth and focused on picking the lock in front of her as the sound of Deimos’ fingers quickly typing away at the keys echoed around her control room. It was common knowledge in the underworld that the mafia group were in a bit of a financial struggle at the moment - and that they could barely afford security to prowl their halls.  

But knowing their leader - Sukuna - there was no doubt in Ari’s mind that they were planning something. 

Something big. 

Something that might change the black market and the way things operate in the underworld as a whole. 

Some plans that would pay a hefty price at the next auction if she could get her hands on any files - any documents - anything. 

The sound of Deimos’ voice snapped her out of her train of thought. “Uhm... A few weeks ago… by the looks of it, Sukuna reached out to Toji Zenin for something… and this was uh... after he broke off from the Zenin clan I think – but we still don’t know why he did that, nor why he would ever pair up with someone like Sukuna…” Deimos’ voice trailed off before she spoke up again, “I mean… it’s not like Sukuna has anything right now… no money no power... nothing other than a reputation…” Deimos’ shrugged, “I mean,Toji is a valuable asset though I can’t lie about that much.” Deimos went silent, presumably to either continue doing some research, or go back to playing her game. 

A sharp shiver ran down Ari’s spine at the mention of Toji Zenin’s name and her fingers stopped, the pin slipping from her hands and clattering on the floor - the noise echoing around the empty hallway.  

The blood drained from her face, and she bit her lip, the taste of iron exploding on her taste buds making her wince. 

“Didn’t you know…  it’s rude to eavesdrop on someone else’s conversation.” 

Ari whispered. 

“...Oh yea? Is that so baby?... Didn’t you know that it’s rude to talk about someone who’s always listening.” 

Cold metal pressed against the back of Ari’s scalp. Deimos’ voice came out sharp as she yelled at her for updates. “Take the fucking mic off so I can get your full attention ma.”  

Toji’s voice was smooth, like melted butter as he pressed the cool barrel of the gun against Ari’s head. Her hands shook, she could feel the pounding of her pulse in her throat, the throbbing in her head as she reached up and brushed her finger against the smooth plastic of the receiver. 

She cursed under her breath and squeezed her eyes shut as she threw the receiver on the concrete floor, drowning out the sound of Deimos’ yells as she begged Ari to update her on the current situation. “Good girl. Honestly… it really is rude to talk about someone behind their back y’know?” the sorcerer killer grinned, pulling the gun away from her head, making Ari sigh. “What do you want Toji- actually, better yet, why are you here?” She whispered as she shook her head and dusted herself off.  

“What do you mean, I’m here for the same reason as you ma.” he shrugged. 

Ari raised an eyebrow and Toji scratched his head with the gun, humming. “You’re here to… steal documents on your business partner’s next moves and sell them on the black market?” She crossed her arms, confused his antics and motives. 

“Oh what- that's why you’re here?” He mumbled, looking confused. Ari shook her head and rolled her eyes. “No, I'm actually here to fill the halls with glitter and give Sukuna this flower crown I got him- Of course that's why I’m here!” Ari seethes, balling her fists and glaring at the man who simply shrugs in response. “Well, I’m sorry for trying to call your bluff ma.” 

Ari rubbed her forehead and sighed. “Oh my god. Why are you here? What do you want?” She asked dryly. Toji merely sighed and shook his head. “I was more or less guardin’ the area… making sure you-” He pointed the gun towards her chest, “- couldn’t get your dirty little mitts on important information that doesn't belong to you.”  

Ari goes silent, a frown etched onto her lips. “I thought you would never let anyone order you around.” She mumbled under her breath.  

That was Toji’s whole ‘thing’.  

That was how he operated - he refused to do anything for anyone unless money was involved. And there was no way Sukuna had enough money to pay for the likes of Toji’s security.  

Toji laughed and shook his head. “You’d usually be right ‘bout that ma - but I’m afraid the only way I can care for Megs and his boyfriend is by stickin’ with these guys for now. It’s in my best interest. Business y’know?” 

Ari shot Toji a confused glance, ‘Megs? Who’s- Oh. Megumi. His son… right.’ Toji sighed and shook his head. “Oh, and by the way… ‘m sorry for this ma.” He whispered under his breath. 

There was a sharp crunching noise as the head set was crushed under someone’s foot, the line between her and Deimos was effectively cut as Ari jolted in shock. A fist collided with the side of her face and she winced, grabbing the arm and attempting to flip the perpetrator over. 

Bright red eyes gleamed like rubies as Sukuna grinned at the girl. “Look what we have here. Little, thieving, bitch.” He hissed, his knee coming into contact with her stomach, making her double over in pain, clutching her gut as tears pricked in the corners of her eyes, bile rising from her throat and spilling from her lips and onto the floor.  

Sukuna huffed, and looked aside to someone that Ari couldn’t make out from where she laid on the floor. Her face pressed against the concrete, Sukuna’s boot dug into her head and made her whimper out in pain, blood dripping from her nose and onto the ground, staining it a pretty shade of ruby red. 

“Tie her up Choso. She’d make a good ransom. Don’t let her escape.” Sukuna grumbled as Ari weakly opened her mouth to protest, a small noise of pain escaped her lips before her vision went blurry, and then faded into darkness. 

She had effectively passed out, at the foot of the most dangerous man of this decade. 

When she woke again, her body was bound against a chair. Her hands and feet were duct taped together. There was a blind fold over her eyes and her mouth was taped up, stopping her from screaming out and alerting someone from outside. “Well, well, well… someone’s up.” Sukuna’s voice came out low and menacing. “Choso, pull down her blindfold and take the tape off her mouth.” Sukuna growled at his younger brother, who looked much too frightened to be working in the sort of place that warranted this sort of lack of sympathy. 

Sukuna grinned as his little brother bent down, his careful fingers brushed against her ears as he delicately undid the knot on the back of her head. The blindfold came off, dropping from her face and Choso carefully took the fabric from the woman. The harsh lights hanging overhead made Ari wince out, blinking rapidly, trying to accommodate to the glaring, harshness. “Let’s see how you’ll weasel your way out of this one hm?” Sukuna stood in front of her, now that she could see again, she could make out where she was. 

Ari was in the very same meeting room she was attempting to break into before. It was clean and empty too by the looks of it at least - and there was no way Ari was going to crane her head to look around when the likes of Sukuna, Choso and Toji stood in front of her.  

By the looks of it, Toji was the only one holding a weapon – his finger was wrapped around the same gun he had pressed against her head a few hours earlier. However, Ari knew that Toji and by association - that gun wasn’t the what she should be worrying over at the moment. 

Sukuna was empty handed, but if the rumors that travelled from ear to ear, from mouth to mouth, from agent to agent - were true - than his hands were the most dangerous weapons in this room. 

There were tales of him snapping necks with his hands like celery sticks, stories of him tearing at the flesh of the unlucky with his nails and sucking the blood of those who dared to cross him after.  

Consuming his victims like a leech. 

Sucking the blood from the bone marrow, biting on the intestines boiled into a soup, drying out the skin and chewing on it like beef jerky. 

Ari’s face morphed into an uncomfortable grimace.  

Yea, there was no way she wanted to be anywhere near that man any longer. 

And then there was Choso. 

There wasn’t much on the record of him in the first place, he seemed to prefer staying hidden compared to the likes of his brother who basked in the attention of others. 

But the fact he was working with the likes of Sukuna was enough to raise a few red flags. 

Choso met Ari’s eyes. “I’m really sorry for this.” He whispered under his breath, giving her an apologetic look before grabbing the tape and pulling on the side of Ari's cheek, making the skin taut.  

Ari screwed her eyes shut and braced for the inevitable pain that would quickly follow. 

Choso tore the tape off Ari’s mouth before he winced when some of the skin on her lips peeled off along with it, making ruby droplets form on her lips. “I’m sorry- oh my god! I’m so sorry! I really didn’t think it would make you bleed! Oh god-!” He squeaked and pulled away, looking around for something to apply pressure onto her lips in an attempt to quell the swelling of the skin. 

Ari turned her head and spat on the floor, a mix of blood and saliva dripping from her wet lips as she licked them, ignoring the way Toji’s eyes flickered down and the way his gaze carefully watched her tongue collect the blood beading on her lips. “I don’t remember booking a free fucking face waxing session but thanks. I’ve been meaning to clean my upper lip for a while now.” She grinned.  

Sukuna glared at the woman, before stepping in front of her. “Watch your mouth fucking mouth brat. I can have you killed right now if I wanted.” He hissed, eyes glaring down at the girl who merely shrugged back. 

“You? Kill me. Oh, I’d like to see you try.” She tipped her head back and laughed. “You and I both know I’m far too valuable for you to merely kill off. All of this information in my pretty little head and you want to put a bullet through it.” Ari shook her head and sighed. “Men these days... always jumping to violence I’m afraid, such a shame. Such a waste of good potential and talent.”  

Choso’s eyes widened and he took in a sharp breath, hands trembling.  

This all made sense now. 

Ari’s nervous smiles.  

Her false confidence.  

Her talking.  

She was buying time. He knew he had to say something - to warn his brother about her but he had never seen Sukuna so angry before, and he really didn't want any of that anger directed in his direction at all.  

“So. What will you do? Kill me now, or see what I have to say?” Ari smirked; a bead of sweat dripped down the valley in between her breasts. She was really hoping to God - praying to God up there, that Sukuna would call her bluff.  

Where the fucking hell are you Deimos? 

She obviously had her location, the uncomfortable feeling of the tracker sewn onto the inside of her bra digging into her skin was obvious proof of the fact that they hadn’t stripped her down to check if she was carrying anything. 

And that would most definitely be their first mistake.  

Carefully, Ari reached for the small blade she kept in her pants.  

Any minute now any two different scenarios might play out.  

Sukuna would take the bait and ask her for some information - information that she very clearly didn't have.  

Or. 

Sukuna would tell Choso or Toji to blow her brains out on the concrete floor.  

Shit. 

A plan. 

She needed a plan. 

And given the way Sukuna was looking at her, she wasn’t getting out without a fight. 

Fuck where was Deimos??? 

Ari quietly tore the duct tape binding her arms, keeping eye contact with Sukuna. “So? What will it be, Mr. Mafia man?”  

Sukuna shot her a disgusted grimace. 

Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw.  

“Shoot her.” 

That would be mistake number two. 

Ari tore the tape off her hands and quickly sliced through the tape binding her feet. Before either Toji or Choso could reach her, Ari’s fist was already colliding with Sukuna’s face. But this wasn’t like every other fist fight she had the luxury of partaking in, this time she respected her opponent. 

This time she knew he would win. 

This time she knew she wouldn’t be leaving alive. 

Sukuna staggered back, touching his cheek and his eyes narrowed, anger began to bubble up in his chest as he reached for Ari, his fist collided with her cheek and Ari winced, spitting out blood on the floor as she fell to the floor. “You- Bitch-” Sukuna spits out before Ari’s fist meets his face, making Sukuna growl in annoyance. 

Choso reaches out to tug on Toji’s sleeve, “What… do… we do…” He whispered while watching the fight with wide eyes. How did someone- some random person he’d never heard off, have the guts to go up against the likes of Sukuna? She looked terrified, a nervous smile on her face as she threw punches against the most feared man in the underworld. If anything, her drive and confidence should be admired. Wow… I could never do that. Choso thought to himself, gazing longingly from the sidelines. 

A loud explosion makes both him and Toji straighten up and look around for the source of the noise. Ari and Sukuna both freeze on their assault on each other. “Ahem. Hey everyone it’s the penis blaster here ready for another penis blasting video. But before we get to the blasting, I would like to send you one message. Please release my snookie snookie boo boo bear immediately!” The sound of Deimos’ voice through a megaphone came out from outside the meeting room. Toji turned to shoot Ari with a grimace. “Snookie snookie boo boo bear?” He whispered turning to look at Ari.  

Who was nowhere to be seen. 

“And chat, before we get to the penis blasting, here is your fun seal fact for the day- Did you know- That seals sleep underwater and they usually come out to hide from predators. And of course, here’s your daily squid fact- big fin squid are in the genus Magna Pinna, which means “great fin” in Latin. They get their name from the fact that their fins stretch to about 90% of the length of the mantle, or the main body of the squid.” Deimos shouted into the megaphone, a shit eating grin on her face as she clung onto the beam of the helicopter.  

Any minute now… and Ari would be with her… and they’d go back to headquarters where they would bully Sune and play Roblox to bully his taste in clothing. 

Sukuna stepped outside, looking less than pleased about being interrupted. “What do you want?” He barked, stepping back to avoid dirtying his clothes and hair from the smoke and dust the blades of the helicopter would throw up at him. Ugh. First a little bitch running around his headquarters and now this?? Ridiculous. 

“I want my snookie snookie boo boo bear Mr. Very Sexy Mafia man. I promised to talk shit with her tonight and it’s a girl's night so you kinda have to free her otherwise you’re sillyphobic and I’ll get you cancelled on Twitter.” Deimos shrugged, stepping back and discreetly throwing a ladder out of the back of the helicopter. “There’s no way I’m letting you take-”  

Toji coughed and tapped Sukuna’s shoulder. “Uh... dude. She’s uhhh… gone.” He mumbled. 

Sukuna whipped his head around, glaring daggers into Toji’s face, “What the fuck do mean ‘She’s gone.’ Weren't you and Choso supposed to be watching her- how did-” He stepped back and stared at the empty room. “What the fuc-”  

“See ya sorry asses you cunts!!!” Ari shouted, grabbing onto the handle of the ladder, holding onto papers, a smug grin pasted on her lips. “Suck my clit!!” She laughed as the helicopter slowly lifted into the air and flew away. 

Sukuna’s hand twitched as he tried his best to contain his rage. 

Choso stared off in awe at the sky as the duo disappeared into the sky. His heart fluttered. “Wow…”