#but holy shit the vibes are through the roof

[tyrantwombat]

There is a lot happening right now, but the authorial decision to relay this to the reader by putting Song Taewon, Han Yoojin, and Sung Hyunjae alone in a room together had to have been The most chaotic way to go about it.

Case and point: Song Taewon heard 'possibility of double suicide' and didn't think twice. Sung Hyunjae is lovingly feeding them personally baked goods while nearly actually vibrating with the desire to absolutely murder both of them. Han Yoojin - the man who walked into this building prepared to blow it up with a bomb as an expression of disgruntlement - is currently the acting voice of reason as he desperately tries to referee this shit with a gun.

Some highlights:

SHJ: I'm still trying to decide if I should kill you.

HYJ: *oh free juice!* Officer Song, sit down please, he said he's still thinking about it.

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STW&SHJ: *very literary showdown scene, very dramatic**you who are better than I at stripping away the monster and swallowing it whole-* *pst use looting* *pst I got it*

HYJ, in background: *staring into camera like he's on the office are you seeing this shit*

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HYJ: You know you could die, right?

STW: I'm fine with that.

HYJ: Of course you are.

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HYJ: WILL YOU BOTH JUST SHUT UP NO ONE IS DYING THIS TIME

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STW:

STW: why

STW:

STW: why is there a child?

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HYJ: okay but hear me out...

HYJ: what if you could kill me?

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

COME REST YOUR BONES NEXT TO ME ; SATORU GOJO, SUGURU GETO

synopsis; satoru shares the first snowfall of the year with the two people he loves most. 

word count; 4.6k

contents; satoru gojo/reader/suguru geto (poly relationship!!), gn!reader, you're all whipped, reader referred to as spouse, fluff fluff fluff!!, sickeningly domestic, just comfy vibes all around, mostly from satoru’s pov, suguru has a favorite (its you) (but also not really he just likes bullying toru <3), satoru gojo may or may not have unresolved mommy issues

a/n; happy satosugu holidays to those who celebrate <33 geto died today isnt that crazy. dont u think its fucked up how love figuratively and literally killed him. anyway! help urself to two very whipped husbands <33

”holy shit!”

the raspy tilt of satoru’s voice echoes throughout the bedroom, stirring you from your comfortable slumber. a soft groan spills from suguru’s lips, deep and husky, as he pulls you closer into his embrace — smoothing a warm palm down the back of your head. trying to soothe you back to sleep, muttering under his breath.

”satoru, it’s too early for this...”

”it’s snowing!” said man continues, unperturbed. unmistakably giddy. he’s standing by the window, hands pressed flush against the cold glass; entirely entranced by the sight in front of his cerulean eyes. 

your eyelids begin to flutter. a tiny tug of your subconscious, a pang of something excited flowing through your veins, an alert to your sleepy brain.

(snowing.)

with groggy movements, you wriggle out of suguru’s grasp — a displeased grumble leaves his throat, almost a whine — allowing you to scramble out of bed. ”really?” you chirp, rubbing the sleep from beneath your eyes. a raspy, meek little voice spilling into the air.

satoru grins, watching you move closer, watching as a tiny gasp pushes past your lips. watching as your droopy eyes widen — brightening, glittering, starlight and snowflakes painted on the interior of your iris. a breathtaking sight, he thinks. 

maybe even more breathtaking than the winter wonderland reflected in it; beyond the pure opaque frosting of the window’s glass, out into your backyard, buried beneath a thick layer of snow. soft and fluffy, covering the city, suguru’s long-frozen tulip garden, the bare branches of your apricot tree. every roof in sight. all of it dyed a pure white, glittering in the light of a morning sun yet to fully rise, tiny snowflakes descending down to earth. 

it’s beautiful. 

satoru loves winter. he always has, he thinks. it comes to him as a memory — blurred at the edges, gleaming even still, the first time he saw those snowflakes up close. someone held him in their arms, he recalls. a warmth long faded. 

all he can properly remember is that sight. one that knocked the breath from out his tiny lungs, all glitter and something almost other-worldly, something frightening in its majesty. like it broke through a rift in the stratosphere. 

the first snow of the year.

and he’s loved it ever since; the soft crunch of snow beneath his feet, an air heavy with the scent of cinnamon and candied apples, bouts of laughter to be heard from faraway apartments. red and green glimmers of artificial light, sweet frosting on the christmas cake he would always gobble up alone in his room. the cold wind, nipping at his bare fingers — a reminder of his capacity for ache.

there are lots of things to love. lots of memories to cherish. and every single year, he gets the chance to make more.

like this; the light in your eyes, the smile on your face, the excitement in how hurriedly you turn to meet his giddy gaze. a nostalgic kind of joy simmering in the space between you.

and before either of you know it, satoru’s pulling you towards the hallway, intent on dragging you outside to see it all up close. almost tripping over his agumon plush, lying unassumingly on the floor, kicked off the bed once again. 

(probably by satoru himself, though he’ll always insist it was suguru’s doing. overcome by his jealousy, surely, unable to stand the sight of his cute husband cuddling up to a plushie instead of him. satoru understands, he does — he feels the same when he sees you hug that 3’0 cat plushie of yours.

and, sure, maybe once or twice he’s been lucid enough to register the subconscious kick of his leg and agumon’s subsequent fall to the floor — but he’ll still blame suguru in the morning. if only to see the way said man rolls his eyes, clicks his tongue, maybe flicks his forehead if he’s really lucky.)

high on the spirit of christmas, spurred on by childlike elation and sleep-deprivation, you stumble towards the door. satoru pulls one of his jackets over your shoulders, delighting in the way your hands don’t fully reach through the sleeves. wrapping you up in a cozy scarf when suguru shouts at you both to dress warmly, barely awake and already tired of your antics.

and the moment you step through the door, satoru is engulfed by it. that mystical, mystical feeling. 

a little lonely, a little too satisfying to pass up. a cold breeze that nips at his fingertips, snowflakes that brush against his cheeks and stick to his white lashes. a warm hand in his, as you cling to his side, shuddering — but smiling, as you look up at the sky, putting a hand out just to feel the snowflakes melt against the skin of your palm.

he feels you let go of him, but doesn’t mention it. a little too mesmerized to tug you back. dipping his toes into the bittersweet nostalgia of it all, staring at the flurry of white all around you, the skeletal branches of your apricot tree. suguru’s poor tulips. humming a jolly tune, subconsciously. a little delighted.

— until something cold and wet hits the exposed skin of his neck.

satoru twitches, a chilling shudder trickling down his spine. the snowball just thrown at him begins to melt, droplets sticking to his nape, and he turns to you with a raise of his brow. a devilish grin on his lips, when he hears your muffled laughter, sees the crinkle of your eyes.

(you’re cute, he thinks. but you need to be humbled.)

”oh, so that’s how you wanna play?” he drawls, eyes gleaming with amusement. taking a step forward, reaching down to gather some snow in his palm. a wide grin on his glossy lips. ”fine by me.” 

he's fast, but you act quickly, running towards the apricot tree with laughter in your throat. feeling the pitter patter of your heartbeat resound in your ears, as the snowball misses its mark by just a hair — and you waste no time in making your own.

it’s a hard-fought duel. snowfall blocking your vision, nerves beginning to numb, red cheeks and runny noses as you chase each other with giddy breaths. unfortunately for you, satoru’s arms are unfairly long, fingers unfairly nimble, and his stamina never even seems to falter.

so before long, your energy begins to dwindle. chest heaving, hands too cold to form a proper snowball, while your husband seems like he hasn’t even broken a sweat. they just keep on coming, snowball after snowball colliding with the fabric of your jacket, and when one of them hits your collarbone you squeal — falling backwards, right into a fresh pile of snow.

satoru moves forward, a triumphant smirk on his handsome face. you’re out of breath, and your hands are red, and he’s fairly certain you’re gonna catch a cold. suguru’s going to scold him, but right now all he can think of is you. the frown you’re wearing, the little huff that slips from your lips.

”ready to admit defeat, sweetheart?” he practically purrs, standing above you with his hands on his hips. smug. and you grin right back.

”never.”

a hum. something glimmers in his eyes, a devious little glint, and you come to regret your decision when satoru gathers a heap of snow with his overgrown arms; only to drop it all on top of you. too tired to fight back, all you can do is shield your face, silently accepting your fate.

a shiver wracks through your body, and satoru almost feels bad. just a tiny bit. but then you finally relent, murmuring bitterly under your breath. ”fine, fine…” a soft pout forms on your lips. ”you win.”

and satoru smiles. crouching down to meet you at eye level, on his knees in front of you. there’s a teasing mirth in his eyes, when he reaches out to cup the fat of your cheek. ”that’s all i wanted to hear, sweet pea,” he drawls, trying not to giggle when you exaggeratedly roll your eyes.

his voice curls down an octave when he continues, leaning forward to brush his nose against yours. hot breath against your chilled skin. ”now, for my prize…”

his lips meet yours, sweet and chaste — a little cheeky. you scoff into the kiss, but satoru’s smile only grows. honeyed, a little bit adoring. his tongue flits out to lick at your cold bottom lip.

he lingers, for a bit. like he’s trying to savour the way you taste, faded strawberry chapstick sticking to his lips, smudged against your own. and you sigh, softly, melting a little, comforted by the fleeting warmth that blossoms on your face. 

when he's finally satisfied, having dragged his prize out to its completion, satoru helps you up. brushing snowflakes off your jacket, cradling your ice-cold hands in his. they’re not faring much better, but a worried tug of his heartstrings compels him to warm you up. bringing them to his lips, hot breath fanning over your skin, tender little kisses against the knots of your knuckles.

you can’t help but blush, and a raspy chuckle flows from out his lips. 

hazy morning sunshine licks at the branches of the apricot tree behind you, illuminating the contours of your face, the shine of his eyes. a blue smudge on a canvas painted white and gray. the air smells of pine cones and something smokey, crisp. it courses through his burning lungs when he inhales, exhales, a breath of vapour that scatters up into the sky.

satoru loves winter. always has. but now, he’s certain he loves it even more.

because now, he has two people to share it with. two people to drag out into the snow, two people whose hands he can tenderly warm up, two people who’ll laugh and sigh at his antics and still indulge him. two people to pelt with snowballs. 

what more could a man want?

”hey, idiots!” 

the voice that echoes throughout the air is exasperated, a little teasing. yet fond. suguru’s got his hair tied into a messy half done bun, black turtleneck sweater enunciating his broad chest and the curve of his waist. there’s a fatigue in his eyes, the creases of his face, but a lazy smile is playing at his lips.

”i’m making breakfast,” he shouts, voice deep and smokey and soft even still. ”come in and warm up before you catch a cold.”

”is that any way to speak to your husband and spouse?” satoru chimes back, a melodic lilt to his sugarsweet voice. something satisfied. pleased.

suguru shoots him an unimpressed look, but his eyes soften. melting a little, at the words that spill from satoru’s lips, as if they were always meant to be there. 

(husband. spouse. suguru wills himself not to smile.)

with matching grins on your faces, the two of you stumble back towards the door. snow crunching beneath your feet, a happy noise pushing past your lips when you collide with the warmth of your husband’s chest.

”look, suguru. isn’t it pretty?” you chirp, smiling brightly. an expression he mirrors — brushing some snow from the top of your head, warm palms caressing your cold skin, setting a mental reminder to scold satoru later. sparing a brief glance at the snowy veil over reality.

then he exhales. a fond hum. ”it is.”

satoru joins you both by the door, stretching out his lanky limbs. tousled hair, wet strands sticking to his skin, reddened cheeks and a signature pout. ”suguru, my hands are cold,” he whines. ”warm ’em up for me?”

a click of his tongue. ”should’ve put some gloves on, satoru.”

a hum buzzes in your throat, and you put your hands out. itchy, a little dry. a sad frown tugs at your lips when you speak. ”my hands are also cold.”

and, like clockwork, suguru’s eyes soften. a coo tiptoeing on his tongue, engulfing your hands in his larger ones. ”aw, c’mere, my love…” his breath fans over your frozen fingertips. ”let’s get you warmed up, hm?”

satoru gasps, a hand on his chest, and you stifle a giggle. he’s acting, you both know, being a little drama queen. he knows you’re just exaggerating suguru’s double standard as a bit, that your husband would probably set himself on fire to warm either of you up.

despite that, his voice comes out thoroughly offended. ”oh, i see how it is,” he huffs, walking past the both of you. pouting deeply. ”you hate me. you hate me, and you want me to die. i understand.”

”satoru,” you coo. he hmphs, but stills, waiting for you to wrap your arms around him. and you do — a little too eager to appease your giant baby of a husband.

”we’re just joking around,” you assure him, holding back a humorous chuckle. squeezing his waist with palpable fondness. ”love you sooo much. you know that.”

satoru stays silent. but he cranes his neck, to meet suguru’s gaze, standing just behind him. narrowing his cobalt eyes — a meaningful look.

suguru sighs.

”yes, yes. we love you oh so much.” he takes a step forward, ruffling the white head of hair by the door. a lazy smile on his lips. ”now behave and go change out of your pyjamas. they’re soaked.”

his voice is teasing. exasperated, more than a little condescending. but it’s suguru, so satoru accepts it — following you both into the warmth of your home. the scent of cinnamon and vanilla hangs heavy in the air, a hint of espresso and firewood, lulling him into a sweet state of tranquility. rich with comfort, safety.

he changes out of his wet clothes, pulling a black hoodie over his head before waltzing into the kitchen. and you do the same, emerging from your bedroom in one of suguru’s cozy sweaters, knitted and smelling of bergamot. 

when suguru notices, his gaze shifts into something fond. palpable. a look satoru always finds in the scope of those warm eyes, amber and cedar bleeding into something sweet, only ever directed at the two of you. a look said man assumes goes unnoticed. he’s not as slick as he thinks.

the kitchen simmers with hazy sunlight and gentle movements, something sleepy and kind. satoru is a little bit enamored with it; from bowls of cat food by the corner, to camellias by the windowsill, cookie jars and dried lemon slices, the fading scent of baked goods and wishlists stuck to the fridge.

(yours and satoru’s are filled with scribbles, new ideas popping up daily, while suguru’s is almost entirely blank; mostly necessities, one or two things he’d like for himself.

and then, of course, the same thing he writes at the top of his wishlist every year; some peace and quiet.)

suguru shuffles around the kitchen, long strands of black hair cascading down his back, swaying with his movements. he sends you both an affectionate glance when you step in, already in the process of making satoru his cup of hot chocolate — topped with marshmallows and whipped cream, colorful sprinkles in the shape of tiny stars, a touch of cinnamon. satoru licks his lips.

when it's finished, the cup is promptly handed to him, paired with a tender kiss to his forehead. and suguru starts the meticulous brewing of your coffee, steady hands, finely chosen coffee beans, the low purring of the espresso machine. soothing.

that’s when you attach yourself to his back. wrapping your arms around his waist, a sleepy yawn muffled into the fabric of his turtleneck. he places a big palm on your hand, thumb smoothing over your knuckle, and you nuzzle into him silently. suguru smiles.

”still sleepy, baby?” he questions, a coo on the tip of his tongue. his voice is soft, palpably so, buzzing with warmth and safety and something that makes you want to stay cuddled up to him forever.

satoru senses an opportunity to insert himself into the conversation, and forces out a yawn of his own. stretching his limbs like a big cat, blinking drowsily, eyelashes fluttering. hoping it’ll come off as endearing. ”mhm.” 

but suguru shoots him an unimpressed look. ”not you,” he tuts, patting your arm, ”this baby. i wasn’t asking you.”

a pout. ”why are you so mean to me?” he whines, shooting you a doe-eyed look. bottom lip jutting out slightly, a feigned glassiness to his eyes. ”sweetie, tell your husband to stop being so mean to me.”

you smile. indulgent, as always. ”don't be so mean to him, suguru. you know he’s sensitive.”

a sigh. deep, tinged with exhaustion. satoru shares an amused look with you — stifling a shared chuckle at suguru’s exasperation.

and suddenly, he feels something warm flutter in his ribcage. a sunkissed butterfly, wings brushing against his ribs, coaxing his lips into curling up. unmistakable fondness, almost too much to bear. the need to reach out and touch you creeps up on him, a hunger he can’t deny, but he holds back; you look comfy like that, curled up against suguru’s spine. so he only inches closer, without a word. 

his husband casts him a glance, but satoru stays silent. lips pursed, waiting for something. patient.

and suguru relents. he reaches a hand out, to tuck a stray strand of white hair behind his ear — an excuse to touch him. a silent apology. 

(i'm sorry, you big baby.)

satoru grins.

you shift from foot to foot, leaning over to see what suguru is doing, pressing buttons and taking two ceramic cups out from a wall cabinet. your eyes zero in on a particular shelf, narrowing in suspicion, before flitting over to meet your husband’s gaze.

”satoru, did you use up all my peppermint sweeteners again?”

he stiffens. just a tad, before swallowing a gulp — followed by a silly chuckle, sheepish and performative, eager to wiggle his way out of your cold gaze. ”… which sweeteners do you mean, honey?”

”don’t pull the ’honey’ card.”

”and don’t play dumb, either.”

a pout crosses his lips. betrayed. ”suguru, who’s side are you even on?”

said man gives him a look. that one look, characteristically suguru, the same one he always sends satoru’s way. one so thoroughly unimpressed it makes him feel like the world’s biggest clown. 

and satoru plays along. your dutiful, beloved clown, his posture wilting like a sad flower. suguru exhales through his nose.

”don’t steal their sweeteners.” he smooths a thumb over your knuckle, absentminded, meeting the cold metal of the ring on your finger. smiling a little at the sensation. ”buy your own.”

satoru huffs, drawn out and childish. crossing his arms, leaning against the kitchen counter. ”ah, i see how it is. leaving your sweet husband to buy his own sweeteners?” he clicks his tongue. ”chivalry is dead.”

you bite back a little chuckle — satoru recognizes the cute noise you make when you do — and suguru rolls his eyes. fondly, always. ”remind me next time i go to the store and i’ll consider it.”

”hmph.”

suguru is smiling. it’s small, but genuine, worth a thousand words. and you are, too, the vague crinkle of your eyes giving you away. even as you bury your face in the curve of suguru’s back.

and ah, satoru thinks. there it is again. 

that sickeningly sweet sense of deja vu; the sensation of a certain something flourishing deep inside his chest. warming him up, trickling through his frost-bitten veins. that one little itch he never manages to satisfy, that never goes away, something that took root inside his heart years ago — watered by the sweet looks on your faces.

this everyday slice of heaven, right in front of him, that he’s been greedily partaking in ever since he moved in with you. since he married you.

(married.)

sometimes he still can’t believe it. 

”it’ll be done in a minute,” suguru hums, and satoru blinks. broken out of his syrupy stupor. ”you two go wait by the kotatsu, okay? must be cold, poor babies.” 

and, as always, his voice is a little teasing. a tiny bit condescending, if you really strain your ears, in typical suguru fashion. but it’s laced with a touch of sweetness; one that would be too much for either of you to stomach, if it were to drip out of his lips with nothing to water it down. so satoru accepts it. welcomes it, even.

and you follow his suggestion. making your way towards the living room, satoru trailing behind you, continuously enamored by every little thing he sees. every little piece of the home you’ve built for yourselves.

your living room is cozy. several potted plants seated here and there, a thick quilt to cover the kotatsu, a bowl of satsumas on top of it. a sleepy cat on your couch, golden sunshine ruffling her fur. a santa hat lies beside her, and satoru snags it without much thought. pulling it over his head.

his gaze shifts to the christmas tree over in the corner, eyes filling with a childlike kind of wonder. it’s decorated to completion, weighed down by colourful ornaments and lights, a star at the very top. suguru cut it himself, bringing the biggest and prettiest one he could find back home.

(satoru had gone with him. partially to help carry it back, mostly to get a glimpse of suguru's biceps flexing with the swing of the axe. he’s a simple man.)

and beneath it, presents are already beginning to pile up. carefully wrapped, in bows and silken paper, growing more each day. shattering suguru’s hopes of maybe having a more lowkey christmas this year — but satoru couldn’t be more relieved. this is the only time of year you let him get away with pampering you both to his heart’s content.

a smile blooms on his lips. he plops down on the floor, crossing his legs, right as suguru walks in with a coffee pot in hand. their gazes overlapping.

and something mischievous begins to brew within the blue of his eyes, something that makes suguru narrow his own. satoru pats his thigh, twice, a coo on the tip of his tongue. santa hat sitting pointedly on top of his head, fluffing up his hair.

”c’mere, suguru! sit on santa’s lap.”

”— you’re disgusting.”

the words are playful, but a pout still slips into the curve of satoru’s lips, and he huffs out a displeased little breath. his husband pretends not to hear it, so satoru turns to you — sitting so prettily to his right, already anticipating his next move. puppy dog eyes on full display, he gives you a soft tilt of his head, snowy tufts of hair falling over his eyes.

and you sigh, in what he knows is resignation. his faux pout turning into a satisfied grin.

you curl up in satoru’s lap without much of a fuss, letting him circle his arms around you. an indulgent smile rests on your lips, but he knows you love this; his broad chest against your back, the heat of the kotatsu warming your feet. breathing in the fading scent of your shampoo, he leaves a peck on the sensitive spot right behind your ear, and you try not to shudder.

then satoru smiles. squeezing you, lightly, sweetly, eyes rich with honeyed affection. voice dripping with playful endearment. ”there we go,” he coos. ”what does my angel want for christmas, hm?” 

”i want you to stop stealing my peppermint sweeteners,” comes your answer. instantaneous.

silence fills the room. a moment passes. outside your frosted windows, a bird takes flight from the branches of your apricot tree. and satoru clicks his tongue.

”… santa can only do so much, baby.”

two deep scoffs fill the air, heavy and bemused. one from you, one from suguru. satoru only giggles.

”just kidding!” he chirps, planting a kiss on the top of your head. ”don’t you worry. santa’ll give you all the peppermint sweeteners you could ever want.” 

you raise a brow, exhaling amusedly. craning your head to meet his gaze. ”and he won’t end up using them all himself?”

”of course not! blasphemy.” 

a moment passes.

”… maybe one or two. as a treat.”

a string of protests slips from your lips, and satoru tries not to burst into a fit of giggles. suguru just watches, silently, smiling lightly as he pours hot coffee into two ceramic cups. steam wafting up to the ceiling, a cat jumping down from the couch to curl up in his lap. he places one in front of you, not taking a single sip of his own until he hears you hum blissfully at the taste — pink lips against white ceramic. a bitter taste on his tongue, sweetened by your approval.

then he starts peeling three satsumas, absentmindedly, and satoru swallows down the love-ridden honey choking up the back of his throat. pretending the domesticity of such a simple action doesn’t melt his heart down to the marrow. 

he turns his attention towards the window. frost sticking to the glass like spider-woven webs, soon to be melted by the glow of the mellow winter sunrays. flitting in through the curtains, cascading over the room, splattering across the floorboards. framing the hue of your hair, the smile on suguru’s lips.

and a memory comes to him. sudden, hazy, faded at the edges. ghosting his subconscious.

he remembers the frost, the biting wind, the frightening majesty of the snow that fell that day. breaking into his world through a rift in the stratosphere. he remembers the contrasting warmth of the person who held him, who cradled him close; the soft lull of a woman’s voice. 

for a moment, satoru thinks he can almost, almost see it before him. hear those gentle words, see her tired smile. why was she always so tired?

(look, satoru. isn’t it pretty?)

— he can’t recall how it sounded. if it was melodic and soft, or raspy and broken, happy or sad. but he does recall that it made him feel safe. safe enough to find comfort in a sight so other-worldly, so very foreign.

it should’ve been frightening, but it wasn’t. the first snowfall satoru ever saw knocked the breath from out his lungs, stole his heart with cold hands, left him with a suffocating nostalgia. but the memory is precious.

and now, he feels that sense of other-worldliness in this; a kotatsu for three, a warm house, peeled satsumas and promises of a christmas cake soon to be baked. one lovely spouse in his lap, the other gazing at him with that fond look he always assumes goes unnoticed. a cocoon of safety — a ghost he doesn’t need to chase anymore.

warmth. enough warmth to make up for the snow and frost outside your home, all the experiences he missed out on as a child. warmth, warmth, warmth. funny, how that happens to be satoru’s favorite thing about winter. 

he looks at the two of you, hoping you won’t pay any mind to his silence. for once, he hopes you’ll stay wrapped up in your awful, awful coffee, so bitter that just looking at it makes his throat feel dry. just so he can get away with admiring you for a little longer. from the contours of suguru’s face, to the skin of your collarbone, to the rings on your fingers. ones he put there himself. 

and ah, satoru thinks, there it is again. again and again, as always, forever. that warm, warm feeling flourishing in the depths of his chest. 

he hopes it never goes away.

[itsmarsss]

Ruin [Marc Spector x fem!Reader] (Moon Knight)

It surely wasn't like him to invite someone over to his place, especially someone he barely even knew. It was dumb and reckless and-

Word count: 840

Warnings: sex is heavily implied and anticipation and sexual tension are through the roof. no real smut tho sorry it’s just a tiny lil’ scene. rare occurrence of me using third person (i dont vibe w it but this is kinda like marc’s pov so)

Marc felt like a hormonal teenager as he tried to unlock the door to the apartment with some fair difficulty, which could be blamed on his eagerness. Or his nervousness. Probably both.

His hand was slightly trembling and for fucks sake, if it weren't the only key Steven carried with him, he would have swore it was the wrong one.

He closed his eyes and inhaled, a stupid attempt to calm himself down.

How pathetic. What an embarrassment.

"Shit, sorry.”

She laughed at his frustration, but not the kind of laugh that silently calls you pathetic. Not a laugh that was aimed at him, Marc, the person, but at the situation.

"Are you sure this is your place?" She questioned, humor obvious in her words.

"Very funny." He finally managed to insert the key right, twisting it and successfully unlocking the door. "See?"

She put her hands up in surrender, and Marc found himself smiling at the action. How cut- pathetic. What the fuck was even going on with him tonight?

It's been a while. That's probably it.

He pushed the doorknob and opened the door to the place, turning the lights on before entering. She followed suit, closing the door behind her.

She stared at him for a bit, trying to think of what to do or say now that they were there. "Um so-“

"Are you nervous?" Marc asked. What he lacked in actual confidence he made up for by faking it.

"What? No I'm not." She was. He could feel it.

"You look nervous."

"I'm not," she insisted.

"Okay." He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Then what is it you wanted to do?"

"Me? Last time I checked you're the one who wanted to bring me home."

"I can think of some things I wanna do."

She bit the inside of her cheek, debating with herself over where to go with this. The answer seemed to be ‘fuck it’. “Show me, then."

A glint of mischief made its way to Marc's eyes. He was enjoying this. Shit, they hadn't even done anything yet.

It surely wasn't like him to invite someone over to his place, especially someone he barely even knew. It was dumb and reckless and-

"So?" She challenged him when he didn't make any advances, too lost in thought.

"Shit," He murmured, suddenly too turned on by her attitude to care. He took his time taking a step forward and making the space between them impossibly small.

She actually grinned at him, a determined look on her features. Now that's just fucking begging him to touch her. And then he was sure he was done for. She didn't move, still leaving it for him to do so. Challenging him to.

And so he did.

Marc leaned forward, tilting his head a bit to the side and grabbing each side of her jaw with his hands, pulling her into such a feral kiss that it left her stunned.

"Wow. Okay," she exclaimed quietly after Marc pulled away for a second, both out of breath.

"That okay?"

"Are you serious?" She asked, because, holy shit, it was more than fucking okay. Before he could say anything in reply, she was pulling him down by the collar of his red button up and kissing him again, with the same eagerness as before.

He smirked into the kiss, content with the reaction he received, her hands still firmly holding a fistful of his shirt while his went to her waist, squeezing slightly.

She released his shirt in favor of running her right hand slowly over his chest.

Marc pulled away again, and she didn't even have time to utter a word before he was grabbing her hand. "Come ‘ere.”

She followed him to the desk in the middle of the place. If she got asked how many books you thought there were on it, she would have probably guessed about a million. That sounded about right.

Marc seemed to be pondering something as he looked at them. 'Aw, Steven will survive.'

With that thought, he didn't waste a single second more before clearing the desk, throwing everything that was on it to the floor in a swift motion.

"You didn't have to do that-" she began telling him, knowing that would be a pain in the ass to organize later.

"But I really wanted to."

"Shit." Shit, indeed.

With that, she let him help her up on the desk, occupying the space the books once did, her legs hanging in the air.

Marc's hands traveled to her thighs, the feeling of it making her shiver. He parted her legs slowly, situating his own body between them.

Things stayed like that for a few moments: Marc's hands heavy on her thighs, her hands on his biceps, eye contact unbroken, hungry looks in their eyes.

Marc made then and there a silent promise to himself to try his best to stay awake. He wanted to be there to see her ruined in the morning.

He failed.

A/N: don’t hate me for how short and uneventful it is it’s the opening scene from a fic im abandoning lol I’ll do some actual smut for them another time

[milder-manners]

what are your favorite manhunts plays?

5. Catching Sapnap’s water bucket (5 hunters grand finale): I have never been more convinced that Dream was done for in a manhunt than when Dream was running in that mesa/desert with low hunger and basically no health. Which I know sounds silly since the literal Final Manhunt video was just beginning but in that moment I couldn’t fathom how in the world he was going to get out of that situation. So you could probably guess how hyped I got seeing that moment.

4. Frostwalker (First 4 Hunters): the music, the vibes, the quick work of finishing off all 4 hunters. Immaculate execution. Dreamie’s really gotten down killing to an art right here. I genuinely think this is the second smoothest performance of his plays that he’s ever pulled off in this series.

3. Killing all 5 hunters twice (5 hunters Rematch): look, I know this isn’t exactly a play but since this is my post I’m allowed to cheat. Before this video Dream has been pressed to a defensive by the hunters for a long while. Even during the 4 hunters series he’s been pushed to avoid fighting the hunters whenever possible because he simply couldn’t beat them all. Until he did. Twice over. In this video. Fuck yeah

2. Nether roof play (4 hunters rematch): the “storytelling” of manhunt peaked here. Holy fucking shit. A one in a million gem that through some miracle has been captured in a successful manhunt. I don’t think there’s anything else quite like it in the series.

The entire End sequence of (5 hunters Grand finale): the unintentional callbacks, the sacrifice, the quadruple kill, the climbing so high into the sky that the platform couldn’t be seen anymore, Dream running out of blocks and food and only Sam dying by a chance being the thing that saves him (Sam gave him the fishing rod), the slime block clutch!!!! It has fucking everything and I’m proud to say that the Final Manhunt is my absolute favorite by far. What a fucking end to the series

[imintoomanyfandomscuzihaveadhd]

Random ass spider headcanons that are in my maladaptive daydream

Warning: Not proof read, Cussing, probably OOC, acro ace kiri, mentions of AOT,

First and foremost FUCK HIS FOSTER FAMILY UNCLE NORM RAISED SPIDER 😤

His pain tolerance is through the roof. Like he fell out of a tree and was confused on why Lo’ak was freaking out, he looked down and was like “oh my leg’s broke”

He also like never gets sick but when he does it’s bad

Poor baby got abandonment and anger issues 😭

Probably projecting but he’s got ADHD. It was worse when he was little but he still has his hyper manic episodes

This boy radiates so much heat it’s not even funny

HE CAN SING 😩 AND PLAY THE GUITAR 😫

However he can’t dance worth shit💀 all he can do is a awkward shuffle

Projecting (again) but he tries to take care of his hair but gives up really easily. Like he will have a solid hair routine for like a week and just forgets about it instantly

subconsciously brings samples back to the lab.

This poor boy is touch starved please give him a hug

Most of the young Na’vi kids love him despite their parents distaste

Secretly watches his parents video diaries but pretends like he never wants to see them especially his dads

Him and norm watch old anime and superhero movies that was saved on drives

His hair grows hella fast

He’s a very fast learner

He knows Spanish definitely can and will cuss anybody who doesn’t understand it out

Lyle: “SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT HE’S SAYING I DONT SPEAK TACO BELL”

Lopez:😭🤣

Has crazy ass sleepwalking spells. Like everyone in the lab literally couldn’t find him. Norm decided he would go avatar to look for spider outside and spider was dead ass asleep in the pod💀

He also sleeps like a rock like the whole lab could get blown away and he would still be sleeping

Morning boi. Like why is he up at 5:30am eating breakfast watching old Pokémon reruns on a Wednesday 🤨

His room is a disaster

Steals avatar/recom clothes

Norm: “Spider, give me back my shirt it’s like 6x your size”

Spider, who looks like a toddler cuz the shirt is so big: “So? You just jealous I look hotter than you in it🙄”

I feel like there’s random period where spider will just wonder off into the forest when he’s not feeling mentally well. And it’s ok because he got the ewya armor

Like he’s found his own secret caves and groves to go to when he’s upset or just wants to be alone

Him and loak once stole the Navi equivalent to alcohol, got drunk and Jake beat their ass

Helps teach Navi kids English

Him, loak, kiri, havin waifu talk after spider showed them the wonderful world of anime

Lo’ak: “historia is top tier”

Spider: “man fuck historia have you seen ANNIE AND MIKASA 😩”What can I say man loves him a strong woman

Kiri: “acro ace vibing with hange”

Boy’s oblivious as hell

omeone will flirt with him and 3 day later while he’s chilling in the lab he’ll go: “HOLY SHIT……THEY WERE FLIRTING WITH ME-”

The waifu one was based off these videos here

@hyperfixatedfandomer @naavispider @today-or-tumble

[princess-from-another-galaxy]

Finale!! Let’s go!! (Gonna write as I watch)

1)The scene with Luke was so cute but also a little creepy. What was up with that?? Also!! The initial narration of episode 1 is Percy quoting Luke?!?! My heart, I love them so much 🥺

2)Omg!! The fight was good af! Did... did Walker's eyes change color???? Not Ares trying to kill them with his " true form" as a last resort, sore loser.

3) mom??? Bro, you just saw her statue in the Underworld.... holy shit!!! Mrs. Dodds!!! The helm looks cool af ngl. Percy is so cool, like damn. Oh, yeah, the deadline passed, which means Poseidon & Zeus are definitely at war!!! That's what started WW2?!?! Gods being petty bitches... damn... He's done running from monsters 😭 (I love the implication that Zeus is a monster. You're right and you should say it.) Annabeth gave him her necklace 😭😭😭, that's so cute. An email, Grover 😂😂

4) That's one way to get Zeus's attention, damn. Just dropped the bolt in front if the doorman 😂😂. What do mortals see when they see the bolt??

5) Olympus looks cool af!! Oh, Luke & Percy again! Annabeth is terrified of spiders! Things that are small and scary get squished. Oh Luke is in his big brother mentor era!! Love to see it!

6) the council room!! The thrones look cool af, I can't wait to see all of the God's sitting on it! Oh, I have no idea how they're going to replace the actor, he is perfect as Zeus!! Yes!! Read him to filth Percy!!!! Holy shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Poseidon surrended for Percy 😭😭😭😭, I'm- Oh, Toby Stephens always eat. Omg!!! They're speaking Greek!! Is it Greek Greek or ancient Greek. Does anyone speak ancient Greek. Everyone?? What are Apollo, Artemis, Dionysus, and Demeter??? 😭

7) Percy and Poseidon!! Omg! Patrus 😭😭. Poseidon's smile about Sally... Bro... Ares is a moron 😂😂 (they've done the family vibe of the Olympians so well! 😂). Answer the question, Poseidon!!! Do you dream about her!?!?!

8) I wonder if thet planted that tree specifically to be Thalia's tree or if they just found a cool tree they liked lol. They hugged!! Holy shit, Clarisse is still here??? What is happening?!?!?

9) Luke being a responsible leader! We stan!! Annabeth being all cool, I see her!

10) fireworks! So cool!! The mommy issues in Luke are through the roof. Wait does Luke look like he's crying?? Wait what??? What do you mean she didn't???? Wait what?!?! Wtf. Luke?!?! No. LUKE SAY SOMEGHING! NOT THAT!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!?! HOLY SHIT. IM CRYING. NO.

Oh, he's making some good points. This are some valid points. Episode 1 Percy would be eating this up ngl. I mean, not to be a bitch, but like... Luke sounds like those girls that have been groomed... all like "he loves me! He's gonna take care of me!" Like... are you sure???

Are they trying their best Percy?? Are they really?? I'm not an expert, but maybe don't mention his dad to the kid you know has daddy issues, if you don't want him to kill you, just a thought. I kinda of want Percy to say he's and go apeshit on the Gods ngl. He apologized for hurting Luke 😭😭😭. Wait, what??? Annabeth!! No!! 😭😭😭 she heard everything, Luke's face, my heart 😭😭😭 I was not ready for all of this emotion

11) Armed escort lol. He doesn't want you dead, he wants you next to him. Very persuasive... sounds manipulative to me.... Mr D! He's funny af. I'm 90% sure it's Peter😂. I don't think so 😂. Kicking them all out, I can't, bro...

12) Annabeth is going to see her dad?!?! Omg her hair looks so cute!! Her talking to Thalia's tree is cute. Her dad is taking her to Disney world 😭😭. Percy telling her to be a kid 😭😭😭 Grover is gonna search for Pan!! Percy is gonna help him search the seas!! (The next one is called sea of monsters right?? Maybe that's the "main quest"???) The hug!!! 😭

13) I hadn't realized it earlier, the beach is Montauk!! Where his mom went missing! It's the beach house they came to. She's here!!!! Look at her!!!! 😭😭 hugging her baby boy 😭😭wait what??? No, Sally!! Where are you?!?! Wait, is that kronos?!?!??!?!?!?!?!? Is he sassying time itself?!?!!?! Bro.... 😭😂😭😂😂 what does he mean?!?!?! What?!?!

14) Sally!!!!!! She's here!!! The fact that he's only just starting 7th grade is wild... he's baby. Percy calling Kronos grandpa, I can't 😂😂. Sally is done with Percy's shit , I can't. "Kronos, Lord of the Titans, said that?" I love her 😂

15) blue pancakes?? They look good af ngl. It's a storm!! Poseidon is also there for Percy's first day of school 🥺. Didn't percy have a step-dad?? The asshole one? What happened to him??

16) oh, there he is. What an asshole. Sally changed the locks 😂. Good for her!! What a dick. Wait.. is that.... is that Medusa??? Omg! Holy shit!! That's hilarious!! 😂😂 good riddance!!!

I have no words. I need a new season now!!! This was by far my new favorite episode!! I love this so much!!! I'm heart broken. I need more!!!

[ra1-reality]

HI MY FAVORITE BATTERY EATER/hj. What’s your favorite thing about your family and how did you fall for Izu?

GUH HI ECHO :D

My favorite thing about my family? There’s a lot of things I love about them. One of them is that most of them aren’t by blood. (Found family plays a HUGE part for my in my dr if it’s not obvious) BUT I’ll section it out cause there’s a lot:

For my parents, I like to joke I have 2 sets because I do lmao. Toshinori and Camile (my adoptive parents) have one of the purest forms of love for each other oh my god. I have a memory in particular where me and Ant were coming home (I think from training) and our parents were in the kitchen, it had that Christmas lightning (like yk that warm pinkish Christmas tree lighting vibe? That was the overall lighting throughout the kitchen) and they were slow dancing to “Something Stupid” by Frank Sinatra and it was just so precious and pure oh my god. They’re so inlove and happy and it means sm to me that they found eachother and get to be happy together.

For my Papa and Dad (Yoichi [he prefers me to call him papa lol] and Kudou) I think my favorite thing about them is that they’re with me. Like how Izuku can see them, I’m also able to see and engage w/ the ofa users. Physically as well, so it’s like talking to a living person, only I can see them :) I’m so glad they found each other, especially after my papa had such a shit relationship with my bio mom. I’m so thankful he found someone who gives him the love he deserves. (In my dr, they got to be together for 3 years rather than 2 months). I love how sincere and pure my papa is. One thing he’s said is “I mean everything to him” and I started sobbing holy shit dude. He means the world to me. And for Kudou? My favorite thing about him is that our relationship is so strong. At first, we were both a little hesitant to get close, but he’s like my third dad now and he means so much to me. I recently learned that he has tattoos on his arm, and has one dedicated to me!! Another thing is I have a necklace inherited from them. Military tag necklaces to be specific (since Kudou was in the military). One of them says “Love”, and one says “My World” that he gave my papa :) I later got it in the current timeline (and izuku gave me a tag too as a gift because he knows how much they mean to me HEKCOSOCIW)

We also have this running joke that I call Kudou; “mama kudou” because he’s like an overprotective mom. I have a memory that I was chillin with Zuku on my room cause we were both pretty tired and I was laying on him and fucking Kudou appears and goes “hands above the covers you two😐” ITS SO STUPID BUT I STILL LAUGH ABOUT THIS LMAOO. I call him Dad (along with Toshinori) and Yoichi Papa :)

My siblings (adopted and family figures) mean sm to me. Ant and Katsuki are like my older brothers, Denki’s like my twin little brother, Caro’s like my little brother, Ai’s like my cousin, Satoshi and Zula are like my auntie and uncle, Kaina (Lady Nagant) is like my aunt/older sister, Tomura’s my adopted cousin and we bicker all the time and it’s so funny lmao.

A

Holy yap about my family oml.

And now Izuku. Heh.

So fun fact, we actually met the day he met my dad/All Might!! Yk that one scene where after AM saves him he grabs onto him and they fly through the air? During that, Izuku’s analysis notebook fell out of his hand AND FUCKING FELL ON ME WHILE WALKING HOME. THAT HURT. But anywho I followed them and gave it back after finding him crying on the roof and awkwardly comforted him by giving him my water bottle lmao.

So I’m actually very stupid and dense when it comes to my feelings so fun fact Katsuki was the one who told me I liked Izuku during the whole “kidnapping” (which was just my friend snatching us to hangout lmao) for me to realize I did in fact have romantic feelings LMAO. After realizing that fact, he (Izuku) visited me in the hospital (I was in there mainly because my nerve damage spread to my arms) and I almost caused a blackout from my quirk lol. I fried and broke the heart monitor with my quirk when he gifted me my now arm bands I wear for my quirk lol. I learned from channeling he actually has had a crush on me since we met lmao, around the beginning he started his training LMAOO he was just scared to tell my dad lol

[fillingthescrapbook]

Let's Talk About: Burrow's End and Reactor Charlie

Hello, Preternatural Predators!

Holy shit. Holy shit. Spoilery shit ahead!

This feels like two wildly different episodes because of the energy and the vibes and I also cannot fathom a universe where they were halved and released separately. The events of this episode needed to happen in one sitting even though my heart is beating so quickly for two very different reasons.

Let's talk about the first act where Erika Ishii is MVP for being the most no-fucks-to-give grandma. Just casually strolling up to one of the bigwigs and straight up talking to them like they're equals. May we all have the confidence of Ava and her four winters of age.

I loved the reactions Brennan, Rashawn, and Jasper were exhibiting throughout. Truly children of a parent who not just has their foot in their mouth--but their whole legs as well.

Jaysohn and Lila getting the family into trouble and facing consequences for their actions feels like a natural progression--but god damn if I didn't have the sweats throughout the entirety of it. Siobhan and Izzy are truly delivering one of the most consistently amazing portrayals of pre-teens.

Also--Viola and Thorn? Couple goals. Tula? Fucking scary. And Brennan Lee Mulligan with those dice? Even as a player, he truly knows how to make those click clacks sound menacing.

And then we get to the second part. And the map. Holy shit. Aabria Iyengar, you mad woman. Rick Perry, you mad man. The art department is truly comprised of geniuses. (And I have been remiss in shouting out the make-up and styling department, but they have been delivering every single episode too.) Holy shit.

My adrenaline is still through the roof because of that second half. And I'm naming Jasper William Cartwright as a second MVP this episode. Mostly because of what happens after the map is revealed--but also because of the stuff he did prior. But the Box of Doom moment really solidified my case for having two MVPs this episode. (Again, not discounting all the other players. They're all great. But some actions and decisions just elevate the experience of the episode for me.)

This episode is high octane. Big ups to everyone.

Now for stray thoughts and stray screen captures:

Was "don't be suspicious" a thing on TikTok when this was filmed? I know of the meme because of Tumblr. And I loved that the gang was immediately singing the song--because I was singing it too!

Acorn hat!

The lesson is this: everything new is bad. For a while.

And--

[appleciders]

Warrior Nun (any characters) "I'll stay with you."

Ava doesn't recognize the time period immediately. Cars trundle down the street in front of her, mostly old, beat up sedans with skinny, flat hoods and square backs. She's sitting on the worn steps of - she cranes her neck to look behind her - a big, sand-colored building with columns, like eight grooved, imposing columns inset into the front.

A few people walk by on the sidewalk, and she stares at them, trying to gather details. She catches a smattering of Spanish from the first group, which, ironically, puts the final nail in the "not in Spain anymore" coffin - she's never heard a Spaniard say "chambear," and their eses touch the roofs of their mouths. They wear dark, baggy jeans underneath thick, worn coats and windbreakers with the collars flipped up. And no wonder - an icy, biting wind sprays like divinium shrapnel (it's not too soon if Ava says it herself) across her skin.

The second cluster of people she turns her eyes on don't seem to appreciate it, though, even when she offers them a big smile. Right. Ava, manners. Ava, you're wearing a ratty black combat suit still crusted with your own blood. Ava, you're a crazy-looking white girl sitting on the steps of a criminal courthouse in a neighborhood where crazy-looking white girls seem to be in short supply.

She didn't have time on her last stop, but this time, she really needs to go thrift shopping in a lost and found or something.

Getting to her feet, she starts to descend the stairs. A burst of heat along her spine stops her. She turns back toward the building, and the Halo hums.

Sure, yeah. Why not?

She finishes walking down the steps and walks up to the side of the building, quickly pressing herself against the stone and phasing through it. Once inside, she ducks against wall of a hallway to dodge a group of suit-wearing professionals, speaking legalese in American accents.

She glances at the door that she'd braced herself against.

"ORDER OF THE COURT, JUNE 10TH, 1998" it reads.

Damnnn. Ava's never been alive for the nineties before. She would've expected some more Fresh Prince of Bel Air type vibe - vibrant color block shirts, cool haircuts - and maybe an MTV camera crew or two.

This dark, imposing courthouse, which smells like a public building and the despair of the American criminal injustice system, is kind of a bummer.

But then again, Ava's never been alive in the nineties before! She's alive in the nineties! Holy shit, Beatrice are you seeing this?

Beatrice is not seeing this.

Okay, next thought! Time for a next thought.

The Halo nudges her attention down the hallway. She follows, trying to be as stealthy as a nun. Finally, she comes to an empty dead end, with a window that looks over the…jail yard? (Fucking hell, abolition now.) A little girl sits on a bench against the wall, her hands balled and her cheeks wet.

She looks about eight. Her hair has been straightened within an inch of its life, adorned with a bow that seems like it was meant to make her look younger. She wears a blouse and a pinafore dress, neither of which quite fit her properly.

"Hey," Ava says, because she has never, not in all her years of orphanage life nor in her current stint as a resurrected divinely-endowed loose canon, been able to ignore a crying child.

The kid looks up, and it's like Ava's been hit in the stomach.

Maybe she'd been willfully ignoring the hints, maybe everything she's seen so far should have pointed her to this, but-

But it's Mary.

"Who the fuck are you?" the little girl asks, her tone an attempt at tough, as she reaches up to scrub at her cheeks.

"I'm Ava," Ava says. She opens her mouth to say something else, to fall back on her usual good-with-kid ease, but nothing comes out.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You just…you remind me of my friend."

"Your friend?"

"Yeah." She swallows. "She died."

Mary - who doesn't yet go by Mary, who won't be Mary for another decade at least - cuts her eyes at her, then down at the floor.

"Can I sit down?" Ava asks. "They told me to wait here."

Mary hesitates for a moment. Then she nods.

Ava sits.

"That's what they told me, too," Mary says, still speaking to the floor. "Until my social worker comes."

"I hate social workers," Ava commiserates. It's not universally true - not all of hers were terrible, most were just overworked - but she gambles based on Mary's tone.

Mary snorts, then looks at her in surprise. "You do?"

"Oh, yeah. I had this one, and - okay, so I was hurt back then, so I had to be in like a hospital bed, right?"

Mary nods.

"And she would crouch down-" Ava shifts off the bench and onto her haunches to demonstrate- "and talk in my ear like this." She puts on an exaggerated baby voice.

"For real?"

"For real. I wanted to headbutt her."

Mary grins, small.

Ava returns to her seat next to her. The two of them sit there, side by side, looking at the scuffed-up wall.

"My dad's dead, too," Mary says, after a long pause.

Ava blinks. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." There's a shell-shock to her face, the cracked, honest tone of repetition. "He was gonna kill my mama, so my mama killed him."

Ava knows this - Ava heard this in a cave in the Andalusian hills, the flickering fire tightening her cheeks. It hurts worse, now. She nods.

"I told them that," Mary says. There's a wetness in her voice, on the ocean border between grief and rage. "I told them that, in there, but-" She breaks off. Fresh tears stream down her face.

"They didn't believe you?"

"They're gonna send her away. To prison. Like Cornell's dad and Uncle Erdley."

"Hey," Ava says. She holds open her arm. Mary eyes it, eyes her, tears glittering against her waterline, and then buries her face in Ava's chest.

"They didn't believe me," she cries. She shakes her head. "They didn't. No. No."

Ava rubs her thumb against her small, hot back.

"Why did I lie, why did- it's my fault."

"Hey, no, M-" She swallows ary. "It's not your fault."

"They-" She gasps. "They said I was a liar. They brought up every bad thing I've done - I've been bad, if I hadn't been bad they would've believed me."

"No, dude, no." Ava shakes her head. She remembers being this girl's age in a hospital bed, the blade of Frances's cruelty pressing down on her, unable to move and with no one else who believed what she said - she remembers being nineteen and on the floor of Cat's Cradle, swearing again and again that she didn't kill herself. "That's not how it works."

"But, but-"

"They wanted to send your mom to prison. They didn't care about the truth, or if she was innocent. They decided before you walked into that room. It's awful and it's not fair and none of it, none of it, is your fault."

"I wanted them to believe me."

"I know." She sighs, breathes in the smell of young Mary's dollar store laundry detergent. "I know. But listen." She pulls back a bit. "You listening?"

Mary nods, looking at her. She's a mess in the face - Ava hopes that as useless as this social worker is, she brings wipes.

"I believe you. I believe you are telling the truth."

"But I don't know you."

"You don't. But I listened to what you said, and I believe you. Because what all of them think? That has nothing to do with anything you said, or did. You told me the truth, and I believe you."

Mary's lip trembles. "I want her to come home."

"Yeah," Ava says. She hugs her again. She presses her eyes closed.

Mary cries. "It hurts."

"I hear you," Ava says, though she could say, I know, though she could say, I want my mom to come home, too. Ava's not the only one with scars. She cares enough to listen. "I'm sorry."

After minutes of more tears, a few passing paralegals that Ava glares at, Mary's breathing evens out.

"You smell weird," she says, rough voiced.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Uh-huh." Mary nods. "What are you wearing?"

"I wear this when I protect people." She drops her voice. "Don't tell anybody, but I'm kind of a badass."

"A badass? But you're goofy."

Ava laughs. "Hey!" she sobers. "Yeah, I guess I am, huh."

Mary nods again.

"Well, I'm still a badass. But can I tell you something else?"

"Mm-hm."

"I'm not as badass as you."

"Badass." Mary says it softly, trying it out.

"Badass," Ava agrees, and she lets go, and the two of them sit side by side once more.

"I know they might call you in, but will you wait? Until my social worker gets here?"

Yeah," Ava promises. "I'll stay with you."

[ms-kio]

Mindfreak

Shinso Hitoshi X The Past! 1309 Words

Shinso, Hitohi, AKA Pro Hero Mindfreak, had met his end to a follower of Shigaraki and All For One. He’d been drugged, allowing the villain to slide a knife between Shinsos ribs. He was 42 by then, the perfect age for retirement. Shinso considered death to be permanent retirement. So, he crawled out of bed and stretched, ready to bear through another day of middlesh- holy fuck. 

Fucking diddlysquat- fuck.

Shinso looked at himself, his gangly teenage limbs greeting him. ‘Please don’t tell me…’ Hitoshi lifted his shirt and looked down.

His abs were gone.

Completely eviscerated.

Shinso then bent backwards, tapping his ankles before straightening himself and wrapping a leg around the back of his neck. ‘Thank Kami I still have my flexibility.’ Righting himself once again, the purplette checked the date on his phone. It was the day before the U.A. entrance exam.

Shit. Things were moving too fast for Hitoshi to process. He couldn’t even build up some strength before the practical?! Brainstorming for ideas, the veteran hero's thoughts landed on Nezu. Well, the mammal was absolutely obsessed with puzzles. Maybe Shinso could present one to him. The boy- man?- whatever- opened his email, shooting the Principal an email along the lines of: ‘Hey, my quirk has absolutely zero effect against robots, and my body is the equivalent of a noodle. Are there alternatives?’ Not milk alternatives. Hitoshi refused to use milk alternatives.

Hitoshi then decided to take an evening jog to gauge his endurance. Meaning: parkouring over roofs for a straight hour. Yeah, he was good. Hitoshi started vibing to some music in his headphones, on the railing of a building roof, watching as lights flickered and cars and trains whizzed by. It probably looked either extremely stupid, psychotic, or suicidal to any outside viewer, maybe even a combo of the three. However, in truth, Hitoshi just liked music- hoLY SHIT! Hitoshi nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw Snipe, falling out of his handstand and steadying himself on the rail.

“Kid, I’m gonna need you to step off of the rail.” Shinso was about to retort that he wasn’t a kid, when he realized he actually was. The brainwashing user had been facing away from the hero, about to obey, when what he liked to call his ‘inner Nezu’ came out. There was a street lamp directly below him, which he could use to launch himself to the dark, ominous alley across the road. 

Shinso allowed himself to lean over the edge, hearing a panicked “KID!” As he fell, and a hand brushed against his ankle. “NO!” Shinso grabbed the lamp, swinging off of it and realizing how much of an advantage it was to have only skin and bones. He was fucking flying.

The former hero disappeared into the dark alley network of Southern Musutafu, using a fire escape to enter his apartment. He then opened his email, seeing a reply from Nezu

‘Good evening Shinso-kun! While I am curious to know how you’ve come across my personal email, and the contents of the Hero Practical Exam, I am more than willing to accommodate your request! I’ll have you come to the school at 0500 to assess your skills, so you can still take the written and general admissions hero practical afterwards. 

Am I a dog? A mouse? Or a bear? All that matters is that I’m Principal Nezu!’

Shinso chuckled at the principal's antics, before replying.

���Of course, thank you Principal Nezu! See you tomorrow morning. Also, I’m rather inclined to label you a stoat.

-Shinso’

The insomniac then took some melatonin, before flopping on his mattress and falling asleep.

~ ~ ~

Nezu was interested. Very interested. How had this boy- Shinso Hitoshi- figured out the contents of the exam, and his own personal email? The rodent looked through the webcam to see the boy put in some headphones and a jacket, before leaping out of the window. Oho? Was he a vigilante? As far as Nezu was aware, there were no such people that matched young Shinsos description. The principal liked to keep tabs on the vigilantes surrounding Musutafu. Had one slipped his watch? It was unlikely. However, given Shinsos behavior thus far, the theory wasn't impossible.

The principal glanced around the boys room, spotting a concerning amount of painkillers on his shelving, as well as a- was that a fucking muzzle!? Nezu grit his teeth, ringing a good friend of his.

“Tsukauchi, we have a situation.”

~ ~ ~

Hitoshi was on his way back to his parents place, which was now still his, when he saw red and blue lights surrounding the building. Did something happen? Shinso snuck back into his room. It was probably ol’ Saki-san being reported for noise again.

Hitoshi jumped when he heard his apartment door kicked down, multiple pairs of feet storming down the hall. His parents door was also kicked down, the resounding sound of the lead officer shouting: “Hands in the air!” alarming the boy. It really shouldn’t have, considering his veteran status, but his traumatized teen muscle memory didn’t like loud voices.

Another group of officers entered his room, albeit much more calmly. Hitoshi leaned into his teenage persona, eyeing them warily as they approached. Sue him, Hitoshi wanted to finally confuse Nezu somehow. Was that Sansa? “Hey, kid.” The cat-like officer said, holstering his gun. “We’re here to get you out of this place. What do you say?” Teenage him had heard horror stories about the system from other kids in a similar quirk situation as him, mainly on the r/insaneparents Reddit threads and old discord servers. Not to mention, the few times he felt comfortable talking with someone usually happened sitting in an alleyway with a street kid who’d managed to escape said system.

“And put me in the foster system? Hell no!” Hitoshi hissed, gripping a pair of scissors on his desk. Tamakawa, ever observant, noticed this. The purplette was sure that Tsukauchi would never let anything bad happen to him, but teenage him wouldn’t know that. However, there was still one thing nagging at him. “How did you even know about this place, anyways?”

“According to Aizawa, Nezu looks into all of the students who stand out in any way. The email you sent him sparked that.” Wow, Nezu worked fast. Hitoshi, all too aware of the officer's cautious steps forward, shuffled back towards the window. At this point in time, Shinso had absolutely nothing of value, aside from his phone and headphones. So, theoretically, the boy could fling himself out the window and not worry about having to come back. There happened to be an abandoned shed in Central Musutafu that teenage him had set up, albeit without a heater.

‘This is gonna be rough, but anything to stump the Rat God.’ Hitoshi sighed, making a show of putting down the scissors, before booking it out the window. He caught the tubing on the other side of the alley, ignoring the officers yelling at him as the weight yanked painfully at his shoulders. ‘Damn, I really need a scarf. Could I steal Aizawas?’ Shinso hauled his scrawny ass up the side of the building, making a mad dash for the nearest train station. The shed was closer to U.A. than his home anyways, so win win.

The shed was in decent shape when he got there, the former hero conking out on the beanbag. ‘Shit’s too complicated for me right now.’ He decided, quickly falling asleep. 

Once Shinso’s alarm went off, he got into some practical clothing: A black mock turtleneck and a pair of dark purple shorts over some back leggings. He packed an extra change of clothes and a water bottle in his bag, just in case. 

The train was fairly empty, allowing the boy to enjoy the ride to U. A. in peace. 

[bunnakit]

Thank you so much for the link! (If there was more than the first 4 entries in the main post I couldn't read them because twitter is a hellscape I refuse to make an account to use for the sake of my sanity). But!!!!!!!! But that was more than enough HOLY SHIT. Like I know you mentioned Empty Box, but that was like the one song I don't have any misgivings about after hearing it on its own because it is the one that fits absolutely perfectly, (heart-breakingly,) with how I suspected the lore might go after they returned home to their own universe having been dragged through one side of the wringer and out the other. And! It! Does! That song plays my poor heart like a fiddle.

But for me I actually have the most misgivings about Blind and Shaboom. Because you can't just shout "open your eyes" and "wake up" on album after album and have that be one of your rallying cries and then put out a song called "Blind" and not have it light up a hundred giant neon warning signs in my brain. And then I read the lyrics while listening to it at work today and I was even more unsure about it because the cognitive dissonance between it and every other song they have that you could vaguely put in the 'love song' category, (where the reason they care about the subject of the song is because of who the subject is as a person, or who they are together or as a team,) just being dazzled and blindly following "someone" could not possibly seem more off to me. But hooooooooooly their context does not fail me. Because if the Queen of the Night they're chasing in the song is THEIR DREAMS that changes EVERYTHING.

If 'love is blind' WHEN YOU'RE FOLLOWING YOUR SOUL'S PASSION ajsfkajhga. My opinion: heel turn, 180.

(as someone who went through hell to get a degree in fine art drawing because art used to be the one thing I loved above all else, graduated, then needed to pay those adult bills, got a job in software tech, and then a case of burnout, and haven't drawn shit in the last 10+ years since because I spend every day exhausted from crunching numbers and variables uhhhh)

Shaboom, at face value as a 'party, get drunk, get laid' song? Me sending Extremely Skeptical Face in its direction because it just seems so vapid. You know, like settling for a life that pays your bills and puts a roof over your head while your dreams fall farther and farther away for the sake of practicality and you make some pretty dubious choices in trying to avoid having to address the soullessness of reality. ha ha ha

Oh. Oh. This one is coming for my throat, isn't it? I might need that three weeks until my copy of the album shows up to just prepare for the reading rest of it.

Like I expected them to come for me, but not PERSONALLY. fuck

RIGHT??? RIGHT?! IT HURTS, IT HURTS, IT HURTS, KIM HONGJOONG I'M FUCKING COMING FOR YOU!

this link might work for the other 4 entries?

shaboom has BIG mingi's story vibes and GOD. GOD. THEY KILL IT EVERY FUCKING TIME MAN. they way that they're realizing that while some of them achieved their dreams they aren't any more happy than they were before because they don't have each other!

it had me absolutely sobbing when i realized what happened because my god, that really is what happens as you get older and it hurts so much to see it spelled out so blatantly. the commentary on all the different stages of life and growth and maturing, i can't fucking do this man

really, really excited to see where this goes, excited to see what yunho and mingi are up to. part of me is like 👀 halazia time??? go to halazia world with an artifact yunho finds??? for me??? but i know i'll be thrilled with almost anything they deliver

(and at least the z boys can continue to live in my heart via my fanfic)

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

hi!!! so i have been following your YouTube channel since (checks calender) 2018 so it's been a while, and I'm a huge fan, just a lil shy (you're so cool holy shit, your writing is mind blowing, aaaaaa), so ANYWAY the point of this ask is, body back sounds awesome, might i request some more vibes perhaps 👀👀👀

Omg hi!!!! I could cry to learn someone’s been watching my videos for so long 😭 thank you for all your support!! ❤️ when people think I’m cool it makes me v excited because I’m really just a little gremlin IRL! Happy you like my writing & appreciate all the engagement!

Of COURSE I can send more vibes for BB! First, here's just an excerpt because I'm about to go ham under the cut lol:

The pool he floats in belongs to a young couple. The man works real estate according to the signs Harrison’s seen of his face peppered around the neighbourhood. He’s wondered if that’s ever humiliating, to constantly see pixelated versions of yourself everywhere. But that doesn’t matter. His wife walks dogs in her free time, which means always. Last week, Harrison watched her jog with a vizsla, and just yesterday she spent the morning on their gable-roofed veranda brushing a wispy Alaskan malamute. That was the same veranda Harrison passed on his way to their yard’s fence. Perhaps they wanted someone to do what he did: hook his boot into the crisp rung of their gate, then swing right over. Why else would it have been so easy?

More in-depth BB rambles under here!

CW: drug addiction, mental illness, violence & suicide.

This project is taking over me right now, which might be a way of my brain procrastinating finishing Seventh Virtue (LOL), but I’ve learned to just lean into the hyperfixation so we’re here now!

I really felt drawn to write BB because of this extremely complex thing Harrison goes through in Moth Work that unbeknownst to 17-year-old Rachel who wrote it, she reaaaaaallllly relates to now at 21. I've been unable to stop thinking about this since re-reading MW, because I somehow profoundly represented this experience at 17 that I'm now undergoing at 21.

Harrison is supporting someone who needs a LOT of help (at this point in MW, Lonan’s been an addict for about 3 years, is chronically depressed, is in a constant disocciated state, has attempted suicide twice in less than a year). He feels responsible for this because he loves this person very much--he WANTS to help Lonan. But I don't think he realizes how much effort this will entail and that he himself doesn't have the sole power to "fix" anything. But he’s so young—how long can he handle this before he himself breaks?

The answer is: not long! One could say Harrison’s fatal flaw in MW is not wanting to change. He doesn’t WANT to leave Lonan behind because he doesn't WANT to lose him, he doesn’t WANT a relationship with his mom, Suzanna. At the same time, his life is at this tenuous impasse: things CANNOT sustainably continue in the state they're in, but he's terrified of them changing. And by the end of the book, both of those things happen—it’s his arc. The loose end is the prior point: he's terrified of change, but now the change has happened.

What I want to do in BB is take that loose end and light it on fire. I want to show what happens when that change happens. It's NECESSARY change, but in this moment, feels like the worst decision possible. BB is about the in-between space of being in a destructive relationship & eventually putting yourself first. For Harrison, the experience is extremely messy. He craves intimacy badly but has no idea how to love anyone but Lonan. He craves independence but is also scared of it: how do you start your own life when the last few years have been focused on someone else's?

In Moth Work, he creates the beginnings of a relationship with a man named Jeremiah (to be clear: H&L aren’t dating in MW, they never canonically actually date unlike how I make it sound LOL, only in the Seventh Virtue AU are they a couple!). Jeremiah is a really interesting character in Harrison's life because he represents something "normal." Here's when Harrison meets him in MW:

The motel is named after a dead woman—The Greta Arquette. Harrison discovers this while absently thumbing through a brochure at the empty front desk. The lobby is decorated with vintage clocks and floral wallpaper and it makes sense—the woman it’s dedicated to died at 92. He’s on page six when a young man with an earring and a hair pick appears behind the desk.

Harrison shuts the brochure and slots it back into the display. “Can I get a room?” he asks, already fumbling for his wallet.

“Long ride?”

The clerk—Jeremiah, according to his nametag—smiles. His skin glows amber under the lanterns hung from the ceiling, and his hair looks too good for 2AM. The collar of his uniform pastes underneath his sweater, and it’s almost charming, this unnoticed mistake.

Wait up for my video later today (3PM EST!!) where I literally in-depth analyze a couple scenes with Jeremiah (since I talk more about this there), but essentially, Harrison gets a small taste of what it might be like to be a "typical" 21-year-old here. It entails dancing with people you think are cute, enjoying each other's company without doing anything at all, going to breakfast, etc... All things he and Lonan have never done.

In BB, I want to show the breakdown of this "normal" relationship as Harrison more and more self-destructs to self-preserve. He literally cannot handle this change he's incited--who is he at all without Lonan? He doesn't know, and he can't handle that he doesn't know, so he "goes bad." There's brief mentions of this turn in Feeding Habits where Harrison addresses he was a bit of a disaster when he and his mother lived in Las Vegas, which is why his main goal in FH is to "restart" in NYC (and it's why he also gets destructive again in NYC when his second reboot fails).

I always knew elements of what happened to Harrison in Las Vegas, but didn't know the extent. In FH, the only element we're certain of is when he runs into the same woman Lonan runs into in ch. 6 of Moth Work. He essentially ends up being beat up badly, which for him (mostly his mother, Suz) is the last straw and what makes them pack up to NY.

It was only later, when he stumbled, bloody knuckled, through their front door, stepping over partygoers and martini glasses, that he understood. He hadn’t come to the party thinking about Lonan but managed to attract the same people. He hadn’t drunk the magenta liquid thinking about him but managed to exit the house stumbling, as Lonan did, his knees knotted like a newborn lamb's. There was something inconceivably indissoluble about them—their bond mirror-like, one making a decision, and the other mimicking it with vigour somewhere else, unknowingly inseparable.

But I've been wanting to write what happened BEFORE this, in the time between, which is what BODY BACK is going to be! Here's an excerpt from FH (ft. Jeremiah) that takes place during this timeline:

They saw each other in brief, neon stints. Drinking in his one-bedroom, after Jeremiah’s shifts at The Greta Arquette—a dingy motel—clattering, limb by limb, under his Styrofoam disco ball and calling it dance. They knew each other so little but so well. Where each groove of skin and bone on the other’s body was, what limbs could notch so perfectly together, like nubs of old soap fused together.

The vibes are going to be pretty much the above! Mirror balls, pop music, drugs in misty rooms, eat the rich, etc.

I've been excited to write this story because it shows a side of Harrison I only barely understood when I wrote Feeding Habits. It's actually why Feeding Habits was IMPOSSIBLE for me to write, because I was still seeing Harrison in "caretaker" mode when he actually was rejecting that fully. I wasn't used to seeing him make bad decisions. For all accounts, Harrison is a terrible person in FH. He takes advantage of his mother's kindness, he disappears to scare her, he's self-medicating, he's inviting Reeve to his place under the guise of catching up with an old friend when he actually doesn't care at all about her and only wants to see a glimpse of Lonan's face, he's stealing from the vulnerable, and doesn't want to stop any of it. FH is really Harrison's destruction arc, and BB is going to explore HOW that happened--what triggered those events?

I'd always seen Lonan as the "issue" in their relationship. This was natural in a lot of ways since Lonan started out as a literal villain (lol), but also mostly because I emotionally related to him most back when I was writing him. ALLL my negative emotions and struggles went right to him. It's why Lonan was my favourite character all throughout my teenage years. What I didn't expect is that at the age they're at in this book (21), I'd suddenly understand Harrison on a very, very different level. This is also another reason I want to write this like NOW because I'm 21 and in a similar (albeit wayyyy less dramatic) era. Is this sort of going to be autofiction, maybe!

I think in MW, Harrison doesn't feel much like an "adult" yet. in BODY BACK, he KNOWS he's an adult, and goes a little too hard knowing he can do whatever the hell he wants. If Harrison can do what he wants, it means he can reclaim himself even if it means destruction along the way. What's he willing to do to get his body back?

That's a q to ponder!

It's going to be lots of fun! LOL

[llynwen]

What got you on the Pascal train? I see you've posted about him before but really seemed to get into him maybe last month? Was it TLOU?

funny story actually so all the way back when i was like 14 i got really into game of thrones (very child appropriate i know) and in this one season they got that guy in a yellow robe and he like fucks both men and women? yeah that mightve been my bi awakening. anyways a couple years pass and i find this show called narcos and i watch it and im like holy shit this funky little guy compels me. so i become an avid javi enjoyer and watch the show a couple of times but i also enjoy it for plot reasons and specifically the culture and vibe of colombia? so then it comes time for me to choose a uni major. and my horny ass goes "yeah ive never learned a word of spanish in my life but choosing spanish as my major seems like a good idea" and so i did. choose my uni major. because i had the hots for pedro pascal. I have since changed majors because it turns out learning a language from zero to fluent in a year is not doable for me, but the love for the guy stayed. so then tlou gets announced and everybody is talking about it and im like hmmm i dont really like zombies all that much so maybe ill wait for the reviews to roll in before i watch and then the reviews were Very Enthusiastic so im like aight might as well and i watched the first two eps and im like holy shit this zombie show got hands And Then i remembered this conversation i had with one of my friends all the way back in 2020 about this game they really liked about this dude who adopts a feral little girl (inserting screenshots)

my daddy issues are Through The Roof so i was like No Thanks back then but after i watched the pilot i Connected The Dots and am like well if the show fucks and its got accidental child acquisition then maybe i should play the game because coincidentally my stepfather had it on the ps5 already. and i binged the game in like 3 days and then im like. If The Second Part Goes On Sale Im Gonna Ask Mom To Get It For Me For My Birthday. and then it did, and then i played it. and thats how i got ptsd for my birthday. anyways back to pedro umm basically since game joel and pedro joel are two different beasts in my head i didnt catch the pedro joel hyperfixation but two seperate, pedro And joel ones so now im stuck with wanting to simultaneously fuck a middle-aged actor and a bunch of pixels. hope this helps.

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

idk it's all just vibes but i'm thinkin about wayne passing away from some head thing and eddie going to the union approved doc to get checked out too because someone tells him it could be genetic

the union got a second-hand mri machine that shows something wrong with eddie, and he decides fuck it, i’m gonna go live it up before i die. No more being a coward.

he literally uses a random generator type chance thing like ‘where should you vacay next?’ article and it chooses prague. so he uses the money his grandma munson and wayne left him and goes.

the steddie happens when he gets there; steve is the son of the governor of indiana and is there visiting with his dad and his dad’s assistant, chrissy, for their yearly ski/business networking trip.

Chrissy is the ms. burns in this au, she is steve’s dad’s assistant/mistress and eddie sees her and mr. harrington together and is like “Uh yeah, no. That’s not gonna fly with me; the fuck is your problem, Dick? (Richard)”, he becomes bffs with chrissy and convinces her that she shouldn’t be cavorting with the damn governor of indiana at the age of 23

while there, eddie constantly gives all the rich snooty folks shit for being nasty to the waitstaff/spa workers, and the whole time everyone assumes eddie is some sort of super rich rockstar since he arrived on a helicopter.

steve’s dad figures out the truth when he pieces together some comments about indiana and his promises to the unions that he never followed through on.

robin works at the hotel and has been steve’s friend ever since the harringtons started going to the hotel, seeing each other once a year and staying bffs cause steve doesn’t have any friends back home

steve and his dad are the ones who decide to leave before the NYE party (and eddie and steve had a falling out just before he left over something dumb/miscommunication and eddie’s regretting it most of all the things he’s regretting before dying) but the avalanche happens so the harrington's come back and steve’s dad gets a call on the way back that steve doesn’t hear anything but the “Uh huh..Oh I see. Thank you for telling me” 

so the harringtons get back in time for the party and eddie is with them at dinner when governor harrington tells everyone that he figured eddie out; eddie leaves to the roof (not like kragen, just to see the sky) steve follows, make up (and maybe make out), and then robin finds them there like “Ugh finally! Holy shit, Eddie! We got this fax from the doctor! You were misdiagnosed!!! You’re gonna live!!”

buckingham endgame also

been thinkin about a steddie 'last holiday' au

[plussizepepsimodel]

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[eldritch-spouse]

WAIT JESUS CHRIST PINNIE HAVE WE EVER HAD A FIC WITH FANK-E??

I mean- *COUGH*- I've searched high and low and I've come back from a fruitless voyage... Now all I really want is a little something where Fank-E just drills into their S/O's pussy/ass real nicely... Holy shit, vibrating intercourse combo tho 👀

Or just... Fank-E and his S/O vibing. S/O teaches him stuff he can't learn on the web, Fank-E watching in awe as his little squishy does something any normal human being does, showering his lil qt in praises, failing miserably at flirtation, whatever the fuck- I never realised it, but I'm starved of Fank-E content,,,, :c

[Ahahhh yeah, there's some characters I should write for more, tbh. Also, I want to apologize in advance, because Fank-e exclusively speaks in broken l33t and your reading experience will be most painful... Fem reader.]

TW: Starts as dub-con, becomes consensual.

" 4Nd D1S h3r3 1s t3H G4rD3N! "

You blink, still very much holding onto the rave stick you were gifted. It's quiet outside, foggy, but peaceful. This might be the best part of the tour yet.

The tour your captor is giving you of the place he intends to keep you in. Because that makes sense. That's totally not counter-productive. Maybe he's just that cocky that you won't make it. The nerve. Well, for now, you're just happy to not be inside anymore. Inside that horrific, reality-defying building, where everyone is committing the wildest atrocities you've ever seen and looking at you like you're a slab of meat or a fucktoy on legs. You know, deep in your heart, that the only reason no one laid a single hand on you throughout this "tour" is because Fank-e had a hand on you the entire time. A strong hand, in fact, the type of vise grip that would sooner dislocate your shoulder than allow someone else to pry you off his grasp. Much as it is depressing to think about the current situation, you're safe, for now.

And to think that, in the end, you survived thus far not because of your self-defense classes, not because you're fast or strong or witty, but in fact, because you were dressed for a rave party. That's right, you got abducted as you were leaving for a party, dressed to the nines in typical bright eyesore fashion... You remember the terror of being lumped into a truck with a bunch of other random humans, whose whereabouts are unknown to you currently, of being dragged and pushed inside this fantastical building, a myriad of strange monsters evaluating all of you like discount products.

Then this fucking sore thumb of a robot shows up, speech like a buzzing alarm, covered in swirls of color, making goo-goo eyes at everyone before he squeals like a dying animal at the sight of you. You were scooped out of the horrified crowd like a plushie plucked by a claw machine. And that's when you met Fank-e, who is essentially your savior. Is he aware of that? Debatable, but staying in his good graces might be a good bet, which is why you're not trying to dash out right now. You're sure he could catch up quickly anyway.

A large gray hand swipes before your face.

" KUuc00, AnY0N3 TH3R3?? "

You jump, naturally. " Ah? Yes, I'm just... Curious. This part seems much calm- "

SCREE-

As if the cosmos had heard you, before you could finish that sentence, an ear-piercing shriek cuts through the air. And, seemingly out of nowhere, a grayish monster creature collapses on a bed of flowers. Flowers which, for some unknown fucked up reason, run away from the impact. Yeah. Okay. Nonetheless, you've never seen a critter like that. It's made of stone? Horns? Holy shit, is that actually a gargoy-

Something else plummets on top of it. Another monster who just launched itself... From the roof? This one's like some sort of overgrown flower, with a long meaty neck and a fluffed tail. The gargoyle howls in what you assume is pain and the two start brawling, all teeth and claws and raw fury.

Nevermind, this entire fucking place is cursed.

A tiny flower with legs brushes past your ankle as it runs away and you scream, launching yourself at your captor. Oh God. Oh fuck. You hate this entire place. It's haunted. It's vile.

" H4H4, u R 5o S1LLY! :P "

Large servos clutch you harder against the robot's frame. The previously tiny blush lines on his visor have turned bright pink, increasing in size. You wonder if that's a conscious choice from him, to emote things that are normally involuntary in people. You don't know how that makes you feel.

The large... Machine? Appears to sense your discomfort, giving you a couple of mildly uncomfortable head pats while the two of you watch half-feral monsters attempt to gut each other.

" Fank-e? " You think that's his name.

" Y3s? "

" Is this... Normal? "

" Tot4LLY. " He says this with the most serene expression ever.

" Uhuh. "

A couple of minutes pass, both garden-variety abominations butting heads violently. You're not the only ones watching, at least one odd deer-thing and several other gargoyles are looming in the distance. Fank-e is cheering someone on, but his speech patterns are already so jumbled normally, you can't hope to make out what he's saying when the robot's excited. What the fuck is your life anymore.

At some point, a loud groan cuts through the air. It sounds exasperated, transmitting the burnt-out energy of a babysitter who really hates their job. You have no choice but to gawk when the bench, who you could swear was just that, unfurls into a gangly mess of gray limbs topped by a massive, tooth-filled chest. What in God's name is that one supposed to be? How can Fank-e be so calm?!

The creature, whatever the fuck it is, lumbers past you and the robot without a single glance, heading towards the wrestling pair. Just as you think it's about to eat the smaller ones, the thing lets out a raging snarl of a noise, long arms prying gargoyle and... "Plant" aside. The stone monster has several dents and something has been stabbed into the green one's leg. The chest-headed monster sighs, groans, then sets the winged one down, making a dismissive "shoo" motion. The gargoyle appears to huff, a glare spared towards the hissing thing wriggling in protest before it clumsily takes flight.

Oddly enough, he- Well, it has no breasts and wears a long loincloth, so you're assuming it's male- Doesn't release the long-necked menace, trudging back the way he came with the thrashing being at arm's length.

" g00d J0b, 5yB! " Fank-e offers a thumbs-up when the monster passes by, making it sigh and nod towards the robot. You can finally see his glowing yellow eyes, submerged in a sea of damp darkness. They're inside his mouth, ew. Regardless, he's staring quizzically at your figure and you don't like it.

What did he call this guy again? " ... Syb? "

" mhM! " The robot nods. " he'2 my K0w0rK3r! "

Coworker?! That fucking dude?! " Ah... "

" ... Her. " Syb grunts quietly, jolting the ever-loving Christ out of you. A shackled wrist rises to point at you. Honestly, you just want distance from the croaking, twisting thing in his other hand.

" R19hT! " You're pushed forward a bit, much to your displeasure. Syb glances at you with weighed ambivalence. Oh God, is he going to hand you to this massive, toothy creature? " Syb45t1AN, 7H1s 1S mY qt-π! "

Both you and the other blink. " Uh... I'm your what? "

Sybastian shakes his head, as if having decided that he's not going to waste more time trying to comprehend the situation, sparing you another look, a painful one this time. Probably because you're wearing very bright clothes and it's still dark outside. In fact, both you and Fank-e must be eyesores to literally everyone right now. The monster nods and drags the screaming critter in his arms out of sight. Ah... Well... That's that then.

You turn, glancing out of curiosity to try and see what'll happen next, but are swiftly halted by a pair of hands on your hips dragging you back towards a metal body. Fank-e's head curls into view upside-down, the crude green face on his visor twists to be at the right angle however.

" U'r3 T3H Kut3St 5ku1shY 3v3r! "

Squishy? Couldn't this jackass just... Well, you don't know, install Microsoft Sam as his voicebank or something?

" Thanks... "

He laughs, grabby hands quickly groping at several sections of your form. There's a bit of child-like wonder at first, but it quickly turns into a lascivious action the more he's allowed to knead at your tummy, run cold hands up your sides and play with your tits through the fabric. You're frozen, unsure if you should let this go on. Would he stop if you told him to? Is there a benefit to this? He's... Kind of cute, in a really quirky way. But you're not here of your own volition and he's ultimately part of the problem.

" i k4'Nt w4IT 2 5h0W U 2 4ddy! " The robot interrupts your internal dilemma. Who's "Addy"? You don't want to admit it, but being palmed so eagerly by this perverted idiot looking at you like he's starstruck is arousing you. Maybe it's the accumulated adrenaline of all you've gone through tonight, maybe it's loneliness, you did want to make friends at that party... Or it could just be you looking for some sort of escapism.

Eitherway, you stop squirming when Fank-e's digits poke at the edge of your black ripped shorts.

" my 5kU1Shy... " He murmurs, or at least that's what you think it was meant to be, he's still rather loud. His fingers drum pensively on your skin, the expression on his visor winks at you while the hem of your clothes is teasingly flirted with. You just met this dude, in the worst possible circumstances, and yet, you're seriously considering letting him do this. Amazing.

Reality snaps through the fog of hormones and you glance around, suddenly feeling very exposed in spite of still having your outfit fully on. " Wait- Hold on, someone'll see... " Maybe that strange chest monster will come back. Now that you think about it, people aren't subtle about what they're doing inside this establishment either. But it still feels risky, wrong-

Kinda hot. God damn it.

" LM40, wh0 c4r3S? " A static-filled cackle rings out, you're half-convinced he's being loud on purpose now. " 1'm N07 SH4R1n9. ;P "

That's not really the confirmation your logical side wanted to hear, but the hormonal one that always kind of wanted to show off is howling in approval. His hand suddenly zips into your shorts.

" Fank-e! "

" O0P513 d41sy~! "

Bastard.

With a burning face and an equally heated situation near his hand, you cave. " Fine! Make it fast. "

The figure on his visor turns into a heart. " 1S 7H@ 4 ch4lL3n93? "

No. No God, it is not.

Nonetheless, the robot appears to take it as one, because your panties are quickly shoved out of the way and he's tracing at your lips with fast, greedy little motions. The sudden stimulus makes you twitch, but when corralled against a comparatively hulking frame, there's not much space to squirm with. As soon as Fank-e makes the trip back to your clit, there's the faint sound of a click somewhere, then a jolt of sensation.

Holy shit, his fingers vibrate. Because of course they do. Why wouldn't they? This guy sounds like he wouldn't pass up the opportunity to have somet- " Ahn! Ohh fuh- "

Maybe it was a mistake to tell him to "make it fast", the pervy machine isn't sparing you any gentleness in terms of intensity. He doesn't even have to move his servos much, you're already clenching your legs and shaking lightly.

Robotic humming is heard from somewhere, you're not really too focused on that, until a phone is shoved in your face. It's sudden enough to make you peel back and bonk your head on a metal chest, to which Fank-e laughs.

" H3re! 1 w4n7 U 2 P1Ck 1. "

A muddled mind struggles to keep up, until you realize what it is that you're staring at. Dicks. More specifically, attachable, artificial genitals with a variety of designs. Several sizes, with gradients and textures and- Fucking Hell, could he stop fingering you for two seconds?! That's a lot of options though, you feel yourself getting wetter just thinking about some. All of them appear to have the same "port" so to speak, something you presume means they're compatible with him. He has a dick then. Huh. Good.

Wait, focus- He wants you to pick.

" Uuhhhn- " Did he just turn the intensity up again? Son of a bitch, you can't even think.

Fank-e frowns at your lack of answer, though the emote is wiped off as he seemingly gets an eureka moment and starts typing something furiously, albeit accurately, with his free hand. Lord, you just want to come already.

" 0h!! i Kn0, u wan7 1 0f 7h3S3 7H3N? :3 "

The phone is pushed back into your line of sight. Instead of cocks, you are now glancing at a sea of what you can only describe as "robussy". Just as colorful and weirdly customizable as the male set. But why- Oh, he thinks this is your preference. Honestly, who cares? If he can make you feel this good with basically no effort, you're sold no matter the set.

" I- A-Ah-! " You attempt to speak through the digits now gliding mercilessly against your g-spot, only succeeding in gasping and tearing up. " C-Can we pick mmf- Later? " You're going to browse all of those like a family dad does the morning paper.

" 5ure 7H1n9! "

His thumb joins the party, nudging at your clit in a position only someone incapable of cramping their wrist could ever achieve. Already dripping and moaning, it's only a matter of seconds before you buck your hips, clang against his upper body and probably make a very embarrassing expression while clipped moans and whimpers carry you through your very fast orgasm. Those fingers never cease, Fank-e appears to be silently studying the process.

In this dazed state, you could never hope to spot the tiny red dot at the corner of his visor, indicating that he's clearly recording the events unfolding.

The robot only stops when you start nearly hyperventilating from overstimulation. Holy shit. You've never come that hard that fast before.

A thankfully clean thumb smooths something on your cheek. Ah yes, another sticker, as if you weren't already half-covered in them. " L0L KuT3. <:] " He comments on the look of your disheveled face.

Before you can even try to start righting yourself, the robot's hand is off your shorts and he pushes your legs apart slightly, adjusting position so that something can wedge between them.

Is that...

It's quite literally a rainbow-colored cock. The size makes you gulp.

" 1 Be7 1 k4N d0 f45t3R TH4N th@. "

Oh boy.