#enjoy this stupidity we die like dumbasses

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first i want to say that i absolutely ADORE your page on here, your writing is just wow, perfection!! i really liked your sirius story (even tho i strayed off a bit and started liking rabastan too ahahahah-) it's amazing omg

and i was wondering would you be up for writing for barty? anything with him honestly lol, but if you don't have any ideas feel free to ignore this!

SAY LESSSSSSS (I've been dying for someone to request Barty or rosekiller pls send all the requests). Also! so glad you enjoyed that fic! (I played myself and kinda fell for Rab too 😬)

I Wanna Be Yours | BCJ

feat. Barty Crouch Jr. x blackcat!reader

SUMMARY: Barty is determined to win your affection, but due to his larger-than-life personality and your aloof nature, you find it difficult to trust his intentions.

CW: MDNI 18+, smut, pov switches once, a little angst and a little fluff, blackcat!reader, artist!Barty, only soft for each other, mentions of drinking and drug use, strong language, sort of insecure!reader, Barty is a giant simp

AN: i'm having my scene music renaissance, and something about that era is so Barty-coded. I have a few other songs that suit him in my mind, but I'd love to hear any ideas you guys might have!

masterlist

“Honestly, I don't know what Slughorn’s problem is. If I want to make a love potion that makes Xeno hard for four days, I can—”

“Four days and I would die of deprivation,” Xenophilius chuckled, his arm draped over Pandora's shoulders.

“Sure, but what a way to go.”

You walked beside them, half-listening to their sugar-dipped conversation, equal parts disgusted and deeply jealous. You'd never admit it, but you so badly wanted what your best friend had. Devotion, affection, complete and total acceptance. But you walked through life like a spring-loaded trap, biting the fingers off anyone that dared come close.

“Should we grab dinner before heading to the library? I'm starved,” Pandora said, turning her attention to you.

“Sure, it's probably quiet this early anyways—”

“Going to dinner, are we?” Evan bound up between Xeno and Pandora, throwing his arms over their shoulders. “I'm fucking ravenous.”

Two arms looped around your waist, hauling you back into a solid chest. The familiar scent of clove cigarettes and paint enveloped you, as if you needed any clues to know exactly who had the audacity to handle you so boldy.

“As am I,” Barty purred against the shell of your ear.

You wriggled in his hold, slapping at his forearms until he released you. “Not in the mood, Junior,” you warned, ignoring the way your stomach flipped when you met his dark eyes, eyeliner smudged along his lashes.

“Aw, don't be cross, gorgeous. You looked like you needed a hug,” he teased, falling into step between you and Pandora, slowing his natural gait considerably. He snatched your books from your arms, ignoring your protest and cradling them against his chest. He was dressed in a white dress shirt and a Slytherin vest, his tie loose and sleeves pushed up, hand-poked tattoos sprawling and dark against his forearms.

“I'm fairly certain she needs a hug as much as she needs your dumbass in her space,” Pandora said, rolling her eyes. “Which is not at all.”

“Oh, she needs me.” Barty grinned. “She just doesn't know it yet.”

“Give it a rest, Crouch,” Xeno cut in. “Keep pushing her and you'll end up on the bottom of the Black Lake.”

“Oh, how exciting! How will you do it, treasure? Stabbing? Maiming? Choking? Oh Merlin’s fuck, please say choking—”

“Maiming sounds about right,” you bit, attempting to get your books back, but he was far too tall, holding them way above your head. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction of jumping for it, and crossed your arms over your chest with a huff.

“You can maim me whenever you like,” he said, a cheeky smirk on his stupid, handsome face. “Will you do it now if I ask nicely?”

You ignored him, looking forward again.

Barty Crouch Jr. loved nothing more than fucking with you, finding the gaps in your armor and trying to pry them open. But no matter how attractive you found him, because saints was he attractive, or how endearing he could be in the in-between moments, you refused to play his game.

You would not be made a fool of, not like every other person he set his sights on and got bored with a week later.

“So are we eating or what?” Evan asked, walking backwards at the front of the group. Any student unfortunate enough to be in his path quickly scurried out of it, cowed by the Slytherin's reputation for retaliation.

You watched them shrink away from Barty too, who clearly got some sick sense of pleasure from it. He even bared his teeth at a Gryffindor that veered to close to you, flipping your bodies around so he was on the outside and you were next to Pandora again.

“I'm actually going to head back to the dorm,” you said, slowing so you fell out of line with them. “See you later?” You said to Pandora, who gave you a tight frown.

“Are you sure?” She asked, tilting her head like an avian.

“Yeah, you guys enjoy,” you said, pretending you didn't see the disappointment flash across Barty’s face as you turned on your heel, letting the opposite flow of students sweep you up and away from your friends.

The truth was, Barty scared the shit out of you. He was everything you weren't: outgoing, bold, rebellious, and just charming enough to get himself out of whatever mess he and Evan made. And for whatever reason, he was obsessed with pushing your buttons. And he did, with infuriating efficiency.

Pandora insisted it was all in good fun, that he was harmless, but you knew better. You saw the way he manipulated others to get what he wanted, the way he masked his calculation with charisma.

Barty Crouch Jr. was far from harmless, and even if he had his friends fooled, he would not fool you.

Barty's POV

Barty watched your head bob away through the crowded corridor, your books still heavy in his arms and guilt gnawing a hole in his chest.

Why couldn't he just fucking control himself? He felt like a noxious ball of energy, filling whatever available space he could, unable to contain his own impulses, a slave to his own existence.

He just wanted you so badly. You occupied every part of his mind, owned every thump of his wretched, ruined heart. He was irrevocably, intrinsically yours, but you couldn't stand him, and it was largely his own damn fault.

Because he was broken. Couldn't hold a normal conversation. Couldn't flirt in a way that wasn't deeply vulnerable, or obscene and intense. For Merlin’s sake, he'd begged you to choke him just now.

You were a fix he couldn't get, so he was suffering withdrawals from a drug he never had. He was going mad with it, the desperation for your attention. He would do anything to hear you say his name, to occupy an ounce of space in that beautiful brain, even if meant looking like an idiot. Like a psycho.

It was worth it just to have you look.

After dinner, the four of them returned to the Slytherin common room, Barty still carrying your books with a wrapped bundle on top. Every step towards your shared dorm with Pandora made his heart beat faster, a nervous sweat collecting along his spine.

Nothing made him nervous like you did.

Barty walked into the room last, his eyes immediately drifting towards your bed even though he tried to resist. You were curled up against a pile of pillows, surrounded by parchment and open books, your quill scribbling furiously across the page in your lap.

You glanced up when they entered, meeting his eyes for a split second, low-lidded and disinterested, per usual, and turned your attention back to your work.

The dismissal itched like a bug under his skin, his blood going hot and tingly. He needed you to look at him again.

He set your books on your desk and kicked off his shoes, flopping onto your bed before he really thought about it. It was softer than his, covered with quilts and pillows, and he noticed a little stuffed cat tucked away under your covers. He could smell you all around him, so sweet and warm, and whatever rationality he had left dissolved into goo.

“Who invited you?” You snapped, shoving at his shoulder with little success. A swell of affection at your pitiful attempt made his heart beat quicken, you were just so fucking cute.

He set the paper bundle on your chest. “Thought you might be hungry, sweetness,” he said, hugging one of your pillows to his chest.

Merlin, you were so beautiful when you glared at him like that. He filed the image away for later, mentally sifting through his paint collection for the perfect shade to match your pout.

You looked a bit perplexed at the package, almost angry, and his anxiety returned, fighting through the haze caused by your proximity. “You brought me food?”

He nodded, biting back ‘and dessert too’. He wanted you to actually eat the food, not throw it at his head.

Hesitantly, you unfolded the bundle, as if he'd given you something rotten, or was pulling a prank. It made his lungs squeeze with guilt. He was shitty to a lot of people, most people. But not to you, never you.

Your brow softened with relief when you realized it was just a sandwich, before quickly furrowing again. He wanted to smooth it with his lips, kiss you until it never creased with worry again.

“I'm not hungry,” you said, setting the bag on the side table. A twinge of hurt stabbed between his ribs, but didn't let his smile falter. He knew that's what you would say. And he also knew you would eat it later, when no one was around to see you accept a small gesture of kindness.

That was good enough for him.

You slid out of your bed, leaving his side cold, and he stretched out against your sheets, wallowing in your residual warmth like a niffler in a pile of gold.

The others chatted around you, Xeno lighting up a joint by the cracked window, but you sat down at your desk, turning back to your work and tuning them out.

Barty sighed, letting his eyes flutter closed so he could pretend he was wrapped in you body instead of your sheets, his nose buried into your hair instead of your pillow.

Reader's POV

You and Pandora walked arm in arm into the library, chatting about the idiots in your Transfiguration class. You were headed to your usual spot at the back of library, a collection of over stuffed chairs by a stained glass window overlooking the Forbidden Forest, and stopped short when you saw Regulus, Evan, and Barty already there.

Barty was reclined in the window, his long legs propped up against the other side, a sketchbook in his lap, quill between his teeth.

“Excuse the hell out of me,” Pandora said, startling them all from their abnormal quiet.

Barty's head snapped up, his eyes immediately landing on you, and he about fell out of the window.

“What? Like you own this table?” Evan drawled, not looking up from his book,his expensive loafers propped up on the table.

“Yes,” Pandora shot back, dropping down beside him and pulling out her books with clear agitation. "So if you're staying, keep your mouth shut."

Evan mimed zipping his lips and crossed his heart. Barty just turned back to his sketchbook instead of sauntering over to you with some cheeky quip on his tongue.

A prickle of uncertainty climbed your neck. Perhaps you really had upset him about that sandwich. You wish you hadn't said you were hungry as soon as it came out of your mouth, but you were too proud to apologize. You were so stunned by the gesture, so overwhelmed by his body pressed against you, his warmth mixing with yours, that you clammed up. Shut him down.

But even now, you couldn't bring yourself to approach him and apologize. Thank him. So, you sat down beside Regulus, the only other member of the group you found tolerable most of the time, and he greeted you with a dip of his chin.

You pulled out your work, determined to pretend Barty wasn't there at all.

Of course, you failed. Your eye kept wandering back to him, his sharp jaw silhouetted by the light, his pierced brow furrowed in concentration as his hand moved across the page, silver rings adorning ink stained fingers. He was dressed down today, jeans and Slytherin sweater, the collar of his shirt underneath it crooked.

After an hour or so of quiet, he dozed off, his head lolled against the window, quill dangling loosely in his fingers. Barty did that a lot, slept in unusual places at unusual times when the quiet dragged on a little too long. Evan mentioned once that Barty struggled to sleep at night, insomnia or something, and even the draughts Madam Pomfry made him only worked sometimes.

Unable to quell your curiosity, you got up to retrieve another book, brushing past him and sparing a glance down at his sketchbook. Your own face stared back at you, framed with rough sketches of your hands, your eyes, the bow of your lips.

Your heart gave a painful lurch, a burst of affection making your bones soften, and you nearly stumbled over the carpet, catching yourself on the bookshelf at the last second.

You hurried down another row, praying none of your friends saw you, and braced yourself against the shelf.

Did Barty like you? Like, actually like you? You couldn't fathom it. It didn't make sense. You weren't kind to him, or outgoing, or special. He was all of those things and more, the most fascinating, maddening, all-consuming person you'd ever met in your life.

Surely, he didn't see all of those things in you? But why would he draw you if he didn't see something of interest? Something he liked?

Fuck, you couldn't breathe in this stuffy library. You needed air.

You steeled yourself and walked back to the table, collecting your things.

“Something wrong, y/n?” Regulus asked, always too perceptive, and Barty stirred, picking his head up from the wall to peer at you through drowsy eyes.

“Nothing, I—”

Barty slid off the window and you lost your train of thought, heat scorching your cheeks. “Rushing off to hang out with your more interesting friends?” Barty asked, his voice a little gruff from his brief nap.

“More interesting friends? Not at Hogwarts,” Evan chuckled. “We're as interesting as it gets.”

“If you're bored, babygirl, all you had to was say so,” Barty hummed, striding up to you.

You placed a hand on his sternum to stop him from coming any closer, ignoring the flare of heat that accompanied the contact. “You were asleep five seconds ago,” you argued.

“Asleep and dreaming of all the ways I could keep you entertained.” He grinned, wicked and sharp, and the simmering heat spread to your lower belly, your heart beating fast.

“What are you, a fucking court jester?” You bit, unable to stop your arm bending as he pushed closer, the smell of ink and his cologne making your mouth water.

“I'm whatever you want me to be,” he flirted, and Regulus and Pandora groaned in unison.

“Will you leave her the fuck alone?” Regulus snapped, tugging Barty back by a belt loop. “She's not interested in your act, Junior.”

“Act?” Barty quirked a brow. “I’m dead serious.”

“Don't talk about his brother that way!” Evan shouted, far too excited to make the over-used joke once again, and you rolled your eyes. Apparently, the rare quiet time had come to an end.

“I don't give a fuck about his brother!”

“I don't give a fuck about you!”

“Oh, so you're a bitch and a liar?”

“I'm not a bitch, you cunt!”

“I'll see you guys at the party later,” you said, using their bickering as your window of escape. You all but fled the library, desperate for some fresh air and clarity.

If Barty sincerely liked you…did that change anything? Was there a way to know for sure how he felt? You didn't even know how you felt, not really. You'd never let yourself really consider it for fear of inevitable disappointment.

Sure, you found him attractive, everyone did. And yes, despite yourself you thought he was funny and sweet, in his own, odd way. And he was especially sweet to you. He never brought your other friends food, or waited for them after class, or snuggled in their beds. Well, besides Evan.

He didn't really touch anyone else either. But if you were close enough, as he often ensured you were, he was touching you whenever he could. Knocked together knees in the Great Hall, leaning on you during class no matter how many times you shoved him off, throwing his arms over your shoulder when it was cold, wrapping his pinky around yours in a particularly crowded hall.

Yes, his words were often obnoxious and bordering on insane, but his actions…his actions were sincere, thoughtful, almost tender.

Was that the real Barty?

Maybe you had been fooled just like everyone else into thinking he was nothing more than a joker, a rowdy troublemaker, when the reality was so much deeper.

Had you been all wrong about him?

By the time you and Pandora left your dorm room to join the party, the common room was a madhouse. Green lights flashed in time with the thumping bass, bodies dancing and mingling in every available spot on the dancefloor, a haze of smoke and glitter over their heads.

You were wearing a black mini dress and heels, held together by string and a prayer. Your hair hung in loose waves down your back, your eyeliner sharp and lips painted. You knew you looked good, lethal in the best way, but all you could think about was Barty's reaction.

Would he like it? Hate it? Or even worse, not even notice?

Together, you and Pandora moved through the crowd towards your friends usual place at the far side of the common room.

Of course, you spotted Barty first. He was leaning against the bar, dressed in all black, tailored trousers and a sleeveless undershirt. Apparently he ditched his actual shirt before you arrived in favor of displaying his countless tattoos, most of them done by his own hand. His hair was dark with pomade and pushed off of his face, glitter clinging to the sweat along his lean chest and shoulders.

He looked like a wet fucking dream.

Xeno let out a low whistle when you and Pandora stepped out from the crowd, drawing Barty's attention from Evan and Dorcas.

His jaw dropped instantly and with a dramatic flourish, he pretended to faint into Evan's arms, clutching at his heart. Despite yourself, you giggled, and Pandora shot you a surprised look through a gap in her boyfriends embrace.

“Are you trying to kill me?” Barty gasped, sliding out of Evan's arms and onto his knees. “Look at—baby, look at you!”

You flushed under the attention, your blood heating as it raced through your veins, but you just rolled your eyes at him, a new confidence blooming in your chest. He loved it.

You strode over to the bar, closing his mouth with a finger, and leaned against the counter. “Firewhisky?” You asked the student bartending, and they stared back at you, dumbstruck, before rushing to collect your drink.

Barty leaned against your legs, his cheek against your thigh. “What are you doing to me?” He whined up at you, feeding into your surge of confidence.

You pushed his head away, tugging at the roots of his hair before releasing him, and he groaned, a low, panty-melting sound. “I'm not doing anything. You're just insufferable,” you chastised, accepting your drink.

“And you're beautiful,” he said, sounding almost reverent, and you nearly choked on your drink.

“Fuck off and drool on someone else, yeah?” You snapped, overwhelmed by his candor, even though it was exactly what you thought you wanted.

Fuck, you didn't know what you wanted. And even when you did, it seemed your subconscious wasn't always in agreement. You had wanted him to drool over you. He was literally on his knees, but some broken part of your brain couldn’t accept it. So you pushed him away.

“C’mon, you simpering mutt,” Evan said, hauling Barty up. “I think I saw a kegger over there.”

Barty started to protest, but Evan and Regulus dragged him away.

“You should have some mercy,” Xeno said, leaning on the bar beside you.

“Oh?” You raised a brow at him, taking a sip of whisky.

“Poor prick is besotted,” Dorcas supplied.

“He's full of shit,” you bit, that panicky feeling crawling up your spine.

Pandora shook her head, and your eyes widened. “It's true, I’ve never seen him so fucked up over someone before.”

“He's not the obsessive type. Not when it comes to dating, at least. He loses interest as often as he changes his underwear. But he's been stuck on you for months,” Dorcas said.

“Yeah, he usually obsesses over like quill tips, and arson—”

“You guys are serious?” You asked, cutting off Xeno. “You think he actually likes me?”

They all stare at you, dumbfounded.

“You can't tell?” Pandora asked, grabbing your face and shaking you. “Babe, he's absolutely gone for you.”

“Like, gone gone,” Dorcas added.

“But it's Barty, I mean—he’s never serious—”

“Exactly, that's what makes it so obvious!” Pandora cried, exasperated. “I thought you knew!”

“Why would you think that!” You shouted back.

“Because he says it constantly!” Your friends yell in unison.

“He was on his knees, y/n. Like literally on his knees,” Xeno said, shaking his head. “It doesn't get much more devoted than that.”

Devoted. It clicked then, the signs you'd been brushing off, refusing to see clearly because of your own veil of distrust. Because you didn’t allow yourself to accept the truth out of fear. Barty had been showing you for months how he felt, and not just in his words, in his actions. Bringing you food when you were hungry, walking you from class to class, meeting your barbs and verbal lashes with a smile.

He’d been wearing his heart on his sleeve this entire time, and all you’d done is punish him for it.

Oh, fuck. How could you be so blind?

You set your drink on the bar and pushed through your friends, ignoring their calls as you forced your way through the crowd, searching for Barty in the sea of green. You found him standing with Evan and few other members of the Quidditch team, cheering while a fifth year shotgunned a dandelion draught.

“Barty!” You shouted over the roar, grabbing his wrist.

He turned, his eyes widening in surprise. “Y/n? Are you alr—where are we going?”

You dragged him into a shadowed alcove, slightly hidden from the party. Your heart was pounding in your ears, tears already burning behind your eyes. “Be honest with me,” you said, forcing yourself to hold his gaze.

“Always,” he said automatically, brow heavy with uncertainty.

“How do you feel about me?” You asked.

Understanding dawned, and Barty's expression melted into something painfully soft, painfully sincere. “I just wanna be yours.”

The admission stole the air from your lungs, made your heart freeze in place. "M-mine?"

“Yours,” he breathed, his hands finding your waist, grip tight as desperation filled his eyes. “Please, let me be yours.” He lowered to his knees again, his head by your navel. “I promise—I promise I’ll be good, if you’ll just give me a chance too—”

You leaned down and grabbed the silver chain around his throat like a collar, dragging his mouth to yours in a fervid, frantic kiss. He surged upwards, lifting you into the air and crushing you between his body and the wall, forcing air out of your lungs. You wrapped your legs around his narrow hips as his tongue pried open your mouth, desperate to taste you. Desire pumped through you, scalding hot and more potent than the whisky, making your head spin, your skin tingle.

You tugged at his hair, drawing him closer, and he whimpered low in his throat. Your cunt clenched at the sound, your thoughts turning singular: make him beg. Your tongue traced his lips, tasting beer and cigarette smoke, and you sucked his lower lip between your teeth, biting hard before soothing it with your tongue.

His hips canted up into your core, his hands moving down to squeeze your ass beneath your dress and grind your core against him. You gasped, breaking the kiss for a moment, and he seized the opportunity to pillage your mouth again, licking at your teeth and the roof of your mouth.

“Your dorm,” you panted, yanking his head back by the roots of his hair.

He didn’t hesitate, throwing you up and over his shoulder in a startling feat of strength.

“Barty!” you squealed, giggling and slapping at his back while he carried you to the stairs, his hand keeping your dress in place so you didn’t flash anyone. He couldn’t have made it any more obvious what was happening, and you found that you didn’t care. If you were going to be with Barty, you were going to have to get used to being loved out loud.

“Look at her ass again, see what happens!” You heard him bark, his voice a rumble through his ribcage, and you rolled your eyes, smiling to yourself as he carried you up the stairs.

A moment later, you were being tossed roughly onto his bed, the door slamming shut with a muttered alohomora. Barty crawled up your body, his dark eyes flashing with a feral hunger that made your pussy purr, and he dove into your neck with his teeth and tongue, making you gasp and arch into his body, your whole body alight with pleasure.

“Easy, baby,” you cooed, petting his hair to try and settle his frantic affection. Poor thing couldn’t seem to control himself, so worked up he was rutting against your thigh. “I’m not going anywhere, darling, relax.”

He whined into your neck, clutching at the fat of your lovehandles. “Need you so bad,” he groaned. “M’sorry, can’t help myself.”

You rolled over him, straddling his hips with yours. “I know, love. Just sit still and be good for me, yeah?”

He nodded vigorously, watching you kiss down his body with heavy-lidded eyes. You pushed up the hem of his undershirt, licking a stripe between the valley of his abdomen muscles, admiring the tattoos you’d only gotten glimpses of.

“So pretty, Bat,” you purred, and felt his cock twitch against your chest, his head falling back against the pillows. “Been wanting me this whole time?”

“Yes, so badly—fuck, treasure, please—” he moaned when you grazed your teeth along his hipbone, sucking the skin into your mouth to leave a mark. His hand tangled in your hair, rings cool against your scalp, and you released his skin with a pop, admiring the plum-colored bruise left behind. “I’m getting that tattooed,” he panted, dragging a thumb over your spit slick lips. “Swear to Salazar.”

You giggled, shifting further down to undo his trousers and finding that he apparently skipped boxers. His cock sprung out to slap against this stomach, rigid and flushed, a bead of pearly precum dripping down to his navel. Gently, you traced a finger over the protruding veins along his shaft, admiring him.

Barty hissed through his teeth, his muscles tensing to keep still.

“Good boy,” you praised, wrapping your hand loosely around him, pumping once, twice without any real pressure. He was long and slightly curved, gorgeous, and you couldn’t resist dragging your tongue up the root of him, feeling the velvety texture against your lips.

“Fucking shit, you’re going to kill me.” His fingers tightened in your hair as you lapped at the head, savoring the salty taste of him.

You looked up at him through your lashes, his head thrown back, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths, every muscle flexed tight. Fighting for his life to hold still.

“Baby,” he whined when you stopped, picking up his head to look down at you.

“Say your mine,” you ordered, hovering just over his cock, holding his wild-eyed gaze.

“I’m yours. I’m so fucking yours.”

You smiled and wrapped your lips around him, swallowing down as much of him as you could manage and he cried out, rough and breathless with relief. You bobbed up and down on his length, tongue pressing against the root of his cock and using your hand to stroke what you couldn’t reach, and you watched his soul leave his body.

“Baby, baby, baby,” he chanted, using your hair to lift and lower you a little faster, his control starting to falter as you pulled him apart. “Bloody hell, you’re way too good at this. What the fuck—oh saints. Your mouth feels like fucking heaven.”

You hummed in response, letting him push you further down, gagging on his length before he released you and you pulled off of him to catch your breath, a trail of drool connecting your lips and his head.

Barty groaned. “Never mind, I’m getting that tattooed. Right on my fucking forehead so every time I look in the mirror—”

You climbed back up his body and draped yourself over him, silencing him with a sloppy kiss, his tongue laving across your lips to taste himself. “Do you ever stop talking?” you teased, kissing the corner of his mouth, his cheekbone, his temple.

In a quick movement, he flipped you beneath him. “There’s one sure-fire way to shut me up,” he purred against your ear before kissing and licking down your neck and chest. Every pass of his lips was electric, a bolt of pleasure straight your weeping pussy, swollen against your panties and desperate for attention. “This dress,” he murmured, tracing the swell of your breast with his tongue. “Wear it for anyone in particular?”

“I wanted to see your reaction,” you admitted, gasping when his big hand came up to knead your tit, fingertips still a little stained from sketching. His rings were harsh against your skin, and you arched into him, relishing in his greedy touch.

“Sent me to my knees, sweetheart. Damn near killed me.” He pulled the top of you dress down, your tits spilling free, and he took one pert nipple into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue while he teased the other with his hand.

You keened, hands flying into his shaggy hair. Every pull of his mouth went straight to your cunt, making your hips buck against his thigh. He shifted to press his leg harder against you, letting you chase your pleasure, and hummed in approval against your chest.

The friction was amazing, buzzy heat spilling under your skin and making you moan and cling tighter to him, trembling with unspent energy. “Fuck, Barty—please.” You weren’t sure what you were begging for, but he seemed to understand you perfectly.

“Say your mine, treasure,” he said, biting at the side of your breast, and you yelped.

“Yes, Barty! All yours! Just please—”

He pushed two fingers into your mouth, silencing you while he shifted down your body. Without warning, he buried his face between your legs, licking and sucking at your pussy through your panties with an eagerness that made your eyes cross, your teeth sink down on his digits.

“So fucking sweet, baby. Melting like sugar f’me.” He yanked your panties down your legs and returned to his feasting, laving his long tongue through you before sucking hard at you clit. He slipped his fingers from your mouth, needing both hands to spread you open for his consumption.

Your mind was wiped clean, erased completely by all-consuming bliss as he practically mauled your pussy, vicious in his pursuit of your pleasure. His tongue fucked into you, the slurping loud and lewd, while he massaged your clit with his thumb. You dug your nails into his sheets, trying to stifle your screams into his pillow.

"So responsive, baby. Ready for more?" He asked, easing his middle finger inside of your clenching channel, curling against the gooey spot behind your pelvic bone that made you melt into the mattress. Adding a second finger, he started nursing your clit again, letting his dexterous artist’s fingers coax you open.

Once you were moaning, loose and languid against the mattress, he ramped back up, working your g-spot like it stole something from him he was hellbent on getting back. He dragged his teeth against your clit, soothing the flare of pain with his tongue, and you felt yourself draw tight, teetering on the edge of oblivion.

“Barty—oh God, I’m going to come—oh fuck, oh fuck!” You lifted almost completely off the bed as your orgasm slammed into you, ripping through sinnew and bone to consume your heart, devour you entirely.

Barty slowed his ministrations, dragging his tongue through your spasming pussy with long, lush licks, his hold tight on your thighs when you started to inch away from him, your body twitching and shaking as you came down from your high.

“That’s my treasure, so fucking gorgeous when you come for me,” he hummed, smiling against your skin, and nuzzled his nose against your clit while he withdrew his fingers, making you jump and whine. “Not so mean now, are you, sweetness?”

You shook your head, trembling and weak, completely boneless beneath him.

"So soft for me, hm?" He dragged you down the bed, throwing one of your calves over his shoulder while he swiped the head of his cock through your messy slit. “Better hold onto something, darling. You've got me at the end of my leash.”

You wrapped your hands around the bars of his headboard and he grinned, a wicked slash across his handsome face.

“Fuck, I knew you were perfect for me.” He notched his cock at your entrance and with a smooth roll of his hips, buried himself to the hilt. You both cried out, the fullness, the stretch more intense than anything you’d felt before. “I was fucking made for you, baby,” he groaned, dragging his hips back before snapping them forward, your pussy fluttering around him.

“Fuck, B, feels so good,” you mewled, rocking your hips to meet his thrust for thrust, the bed creaking loudly beneath you.

He used his hold on your elevated leg to lift your hips off the bed, ratcheting up to a punishing pace, making you scream and thrash on the bed while he fucked you with every ounce of desperation and determination he’d harbored over the last few months. His teeth sunk into your calf, hard enough to send a bolt of pain down your leg and make you cry out, heightening the pleasure radiating from your core until you were teetering on the edge again, every graze of his cockhead against your cervix winding you tighter, higher—

“Shit, baby, I’m gonna come soon,” he grunted, his thrusts growing sloppy, erratic and rough, and you could only nod. “Can feel it, tres. C’mon, babygirl, come with me. Please, need to feel you come around me, m’dying for it, please, please—”

You came with a scream, your vision whiting out as sunlight blazed through you, eviscerating every ounce of tension, trepidation, fear, and leaving you a beacon of light, nothing but giddy, delirious stardust.

“Fuck, yes, that’s it—fuck!” Barty came a heartbeat after you, the swelling and throbbing of his cock as he painted your inside white prolonging your release, wringing every drop of pleasure from you until you both collapsed onto the bed, chests heaving and sticky with sweat, the glitter from his skin decorating yours.

You reached for him, trembling and raw, and he gathered you into his chest, kissing your cheeks and forehead with a dizzying gentleness. “Barty,” you breathed, hands curling against his chest, too overwhelmed with feeling to say anything else.

“I’m yours,” he whispered, cradling your face to bring your gaze to his. “I’m yours.”

You nodded, leaning forward to kiss him, taste him again, letting the warmth of his body, the heavy beat of his heart, ground you in the reality of this moment. Barty was yours, and you were his. And you were safe. He wanted you despite your attitude, your armor, your callousness. He wanted you exactly as you were, more than happy to lay in the shadows with you, or draw you out into his light to dance.

“And I’m yours,” you breathed against his lips, and he smiled.

“I'll be right back,” he murmured, pressing a delicate kiss to your head before flying out of bed and wrenching open the door, his cock barely stuffed back into his pants. “SHE’S FUCKING MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!” He screamed down the stairs to the party.

A chorus of cheers rang out, reaching you from the common room. You buried your face into his pillow, laughter bubbling up despite the embarrassment scorching your cheeks.

Barty whirled around, a maniac’s grin on his face, and he dove back into bed, determined to stake his claim as many times as possible before sunrise.

Thank you for reading!

[makobakuboom]

Caught!!

wordcount - 704

Paring - Katsuki Bakugo x reader

Some quick fluff for you to enjoy while I write something big!!

After hanging out with your secret boyfriend Bakugo it's finally time for him to leave but just as he's leaving someone spots him.

A nest of blankets and pillows had formed around you and your boyfriend Bakugo. The two of you had been lounging in bed together tangled for hours, unfortunately your time together was about to be cut. You glanced at the clock, hazily blinking from the sleepiness your boyfriend’s arms brought you. “Kats look at the time, you gotta go.�� You said with a slight frown on your face.

He hummed in acknowledgment and lifted his head from your shoulder to look at you with a sigh. Usually you would let him spend the night and make sure he left early enough to not get caught, but you had early combat training and that left no opportunity for him to leave. You two had been dating for a couple months now and had decided to keep it a secret because, as Katsuki had said it, ‘those dumbasses would be annoying and never shut up about it’.

He stroked your hair as he gave you a kiss on the cheek. He untangled himself from you and got up with a groan. Glancing at the clock he let out another sigh. “Stupid fucking early training..” He said with a slight growl and threw a quick mad expression before giving you a warm smile.You wrapped your arms around him and squeezed tightly while he sat on the edge of your bed as a final goodbye before he left. 

You walked out and opened the door to let him out with a frown once again. Just outside your door frame Bakugo turned around to face you with a smirk, leaning in for a kiss he was interrupted by the neighboring door opening. “Bakubro..? What are you doing here?”  A look of anger spread across your boyfriend’s face as he whipped his head to face the fiery redhead, well his hair wasn’t so red at the moment. Red tips of his hair hung in front of his eyes while his roots were a color more similar to your boyfriend’s. 

Behind him stumbled out Mina who let out a gasp. “What are YOU doing with raccoon eyes??” Bakugo said loud enough for it to be a yell but not loud enough to wake the others. Kirishima scratched the back of his and let out a small chuckle. Mina finally pushed past him as her eyes widened, as pointed at you two looking back and forth. “STOP IT UNLESS YOU WANNA DIE” Little explosions formed from Bakugo’s hands as Mina cowarded back and behind Kiri. 

“Calm down Mina helps me dye my hair the red’s not natural, keep that a secret.” Kirishima let out another chuckle and a smile spread across his face. “Now explain to us what’s going on here!!” Mina yelled, peeking her head out from behind. Bakugo let out a scoff and rolled his eyes. You grabbed onto your boyfriend’s arm to calm him down in any way, doing this makes him soften his expression just a bit.

“You caught us!! We’re dating but please don’t tell anyone.” You said while peeking your head out the door frame with an embarrassed look. Bakugo’s eyes widen while he turns his head to face you. The two others with you let out a gasp. “Oh MY GOSH GIRL WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME??” Mina whisper yelling, running over to you. An arm was quickly put out to keep distance. “Because we knew you would act like this, ya damn weirdo.” Bakugo said with another scoff. Mina rolled his eyes at him.

“Well since we both know each other’s secret so I don’t see why we would tell anyone.” Kirishima interjected trying to keep the peace. He grabbed Mina and pulled her back with a sigh. “We gotta finish my hair..Sorry guys!!” He said while the two walked off in the direction of the elevators. You and Bakugo look at each other with a little confusion while letting out a small laugh. “If he tells anyone I’ll kill him.” You lightly hit his arm for saying that. As he walked away to head to his dorm you let out a small smile. It was good to finally tell someone about your secret relationship, even if you get teased over it.

[bluem1lls]

HEAR ME OUT!!!! se-mi with comphet reader (angst) 😈😈😈

✧₊⁺ you'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

se-mi x fem!reader

✦ synopsis: you're so used to this perfect life. your career and your boyfriend. and it's miserable but is comfortable as it can be. until you met her, and now you'll have to spend the rest of your life waking up to be nothing more than his girlfriend, thinking about her saying "i told you so".

content: angst, comphet! reader, se-mi falls for thano's 'straight' girlfriend

authors note: thank you for the request! clearly inspired by good luck babe by chappell roan because i love to suffer jsjdfkfkj, i hope you like it! im sorry ive been posting more short stuff, the week is vvv rough on me with work but ill do everything i can to not stop posting! even if its a small work

✧₊⁺ your boyfriend was acting weird. i mean, he's a man. the first thing that came to mind was 'he's cheating'

✧₊⁺ if the bastard was cheating you would kill him. it was enough that he used both of your savings to place them in bitcoin, and of course.. lost it all.

✧₊⁺ and you forgave him about that (kinda) but cheating? yeah no. you didn't wanted to be like one of those actresses with a cheating boyfriend everyone knew about.

✧₊⁺ so when you decided to follow him a random night and a man invited you to play a game, you were all against it.

✧₊⁺ you were a prestigious actress for god's sakes.

✧₊⁺ "oh. i thought you wanted to know where your boyfriend was heading?"

your eyes widen. what was this? some hooker shit? a betting house?

fine. you needed to find out where he is.

✧₊⁺ of course you ended joining the game to see where your boyfriend was. you dumbass.

✧₊⁺ waking up in a room full of strangers, was sure an.. experience.

✧₊⁺ confused, you stood up. where was your stupid boyfriend and why was he here?

✧₊⁺ "thanos?" i called him, scared. "baby?"

✧₊⁺ as you saw a group of people gathering around a very familiar voice, your fear turned into anger. you ran, pushing everyone sorrounding him.

✧₊⁺ "are you kidding me? this is where you got in? you fucking idiot" i hit his arm as he stared wide eyed at me.

"b-baby what are you doing here?" he chuckled nervous. "you should go home, this is not safe-"

"i wish! but you know, i was following you thinking you were cheating but what the fuck is this? did you lost more money? why are you here-"

"well, i came to win back the money we lost, dont worry baby. when i win this we'll be free!"

i can't believe this.

✧₊⁺ as you turned around to fumble alone, a girl touched your shoulder.

"oh my god, you're the actress on my favorite tv show! can i get a picture"

oh god. here too?

with the best fake smile, you nodded, and suddenly, the same crowd that was sorrounding thanos was now admiring you.

✧₊⁺ there was no doubt that after the first game you wanted to kill him.

"we die!? you brought us to a place where we fucking die if we dont pass the games!?" i screamed at him

"chill baby... youre making a scene. remember that people are watching"

"well, who cares? theyre probably going to die in like two days! just like us you idiot"

✧₊⁺ but just like that you kept playing with your... lovely boyfriend. and his new best friend apparently. god you needed a girl in here. you missed your girlfriends.

so indeed, your boyfriend got you a girl.

✧₊⁺ "i got you a friend so you can stop being... so angry all the time. enjoy life babe, this is a one time experience"

the second game was about to start, we needed two people more in our group.

i was about to punch him as i looked at her.

oh.

✧₊⁺ "hi..i'm-" hello? why was my brain shutting down?

"i know. i think everyone here knows apparently" she plays with her piercing lip, smiling.

✧₊⁺ that made you so nervous???? she got you smiling and twirling your hair??

oh you haven't felt like this in.. so long.

✧₊⁺ so yeah, with every game and her being the only girl (besides you) in the group, you two got close.

like.. way too close.

✧₊⁺ holding hands, protecting eachother, laughing together. you spent more time with her than with your own boyfriend.

✧₊⁺ in your defense, every single minute with her felt... like something you never experienced with him.

✧₊⁺ "why are you still with thanos if you think he's stupid?" she said, rolling her eyes and manspreading besides me, while i kept complaining about my boyfriend.

"he's nice.. he really is"

"you hate him, i dont think is normal to hate your boyfriend you know?"

✧₊⁺ you knew. but what else can you do?

you told her. she knew all abouth how your parents raise you to be this perfect actress, with her perfect husband.

and you already let them down with the 'perfect husband'. you can't disappoint them again.

✧₊⁺ so when her touch made you sigh, when she caressed your hair as you stared into her eyes, when she held your hand to feel you close in every game, trying to protect you more than your boyfriend ever did, or when she whispered sweet nothing's to your ear, making you shiver, all you could do was ignore it.

✧₊⁺ of course, when she realized that it was stupid and you weren't actually going to leave your boyfriend and your perfect life for her, she gave up, looking for something (or someone) that could make her feel better.

✧₊⁺ please, she was hot. she didn't need you.

✧₊⁺ she would never admit that in every girl she kissed after that, she was picturing you.

the way she would be biting your soft pouty lips, how she'd show you your boyfriend was nothing against her. she'd kiss you until you were out of breath, her hands roaming through your body, grabbing your waist, your hips.

she bit her lip as she kept picturing your hands wrapped around her neck, going down her back up and down.

✧₊⁺ she was so down bad it was making her stupid.

she had to do something about this stupid.. crush.

✧₊⁺ so was it a surprise when you found her making out with a random girl in the bathroom? not really.

but was it a surprise when she stared right to your eyes while she did it? i mean.. a little.

✧₊⁺ you scoffed, washing your hands.

"that's disgusting. there are bathroom stalls for that" i said to both.

as the girl turned around, se-mi asked her to leave, saying that 'she'd take care of her later'. ew.

✧₊⁺ she turned around, pissed. yeah, maybe you can get in her head for hours and hours, but ruining her makeout session? you were out of limit.

✧₊⁺ "listen princess-"

"don't call me princess after you made out with a random " i mumble, bitter. "and don't scream at me pretending like you hate me"

her eyes filled with anger.

"listen to me, you can fake being this perfect actress with your boyfriend and everyone else" she said, pushing me against the wall, one of her arms on top of my head, trapping me there. "but not with me. you think i dont see your little lustful eyes? the way you stare at me how i bet you never stared at your boyfriend?"

"b-bullsh-"

"yeah. whatever" she scoffed. "lie to yourself if you want, go fuck the entire common room to prove yourself that you're this pretty straight princess that your parents want you to be, but don't play with me" with every word she said, she got closer to me. our heated bodies breathing almost in sync.

"tell me im lying princess. tell me that if i" she grabbed my chin, softly caressing her lips with mine. my body shivering as my hand grabs her bicep, my nails clawing there, leaving 'c' marks, to ground myself. "do this, you dont feel a thing. c'mon. stop me, pretty girl. tell me you shouldn't" she whispered against my mouth.

✧₊⁺ but the truth is that you couldn't move. you couldn't back away, but you couldn't do this to thanos, to your parents. it wasn't fair.

dad? he had all the contacts he wanted. he would destroy your career in seconds. mom? would never let you step your own house again. oh and your boyfriend? would clearly ruin you on the internet. probably leaking everything about you in seconds. your own fans? people are not as open as we expect them to be.

you can't do this. you can't let yourself have this.

✧₊⁺ "im sorry se-mi" a tear fell, almost wetting her face too because of how close we were.

her eyes shut close. she mumbled something under her breath as she quickly stepped away, breaking whatever moment we had going in.

"i dont want you close to me again" she said, turning to leave as i rushed to follow.

"please, a-at least let me have you as a friend se-mi please" i begged her. tears couldn't stop falling to my cheeks.

"i can't" she said, turning to face me. her eyes roaming my features with a hint of guilt and sadness. "how can i be your friend when i'm so.." she stops, pressing her lips together. "i-i picture you in every girl i kiss. i can't be your friend.

i bit my lip as i hug her. she stiffens but slowly lets herself go, hugging me back. her hand on my hair, softly caressing it for comfort.

"if we get out of here and.. you decide that you're done being his perfect wife, and maybe you want to be happy..with me..i'll be waiting. i promise" she whispers in my ear, kissing my temple.

✧₊⁺ so it goes. after the next game, the nerves make everyone vote to leave and just like that you're actually out.

✧₊⁺ and althought you don't hear from her, you know she's still friends with your boyfriend.

and although she doesn't hear from you, she follows your life like she did. watching every episode of every single show you're in, following you on social media.

and although you guys never cross paths again, if you or your boyfriend ever invite her to 'the wedding', she will throw that invitation to the trash, where it belongs.

✧₊⁺ you miss her every night. mostly, when you wake up feeling cold against the person that's supposed to be your future. you're sure you love her.

and she misses you too. and she knows she loves you. that's why she never tries to contact you again.

✧₊⁺ because she loves watching you smile. even if its not because of her.

[osarina]

ᡣ𐭩 BIRDS OF A FEATHER (WE SHOULD STICK TOGETHER)

FEATURING: dazai osamu

SUMMARY: you're called back to yokohama when the president of the agency and the boss of the port mafia are infected by the same ability. you know that the situation is complicated, but you don't realize just how bad it is for you until you're sitting face-to-face with dazai on the opposing side for the first time.

wordcount: 8.7k; sfw; fem!reader, pm!reader, mentions of mafia business (pmreader doing pm business!!), light angst with happy ending,

AUTHOR'S NOTES: happy friday :') i hope u guys enjoy

You should have known better than to think your trip back to Europe would be uneventful. You’d hardly been away for a month, working with Tolstoy and the Three Deaths to figure out what exactly Fyodor Dostoevsky might be planning in Yokohama. The man is frustratingly good at covering his tracks, even Tolstoy’s best have been having trouble picking up his trail. You’d begun to make some progress in Rome when you got the 119 text from Chuuya, forcing you to drop what you were doing to get on the jet back to Japan.

“Are you on the way back yet?”

The urgency in Chuuya’s voice on the call only serves to stress you out more. Your eyes slide shut as you lean against your chair, ignoring your subordinate’s curious eyes as you reply with a short: “Yes, Chuuya. You sent a 119. Of course, I am on the way back, are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

“You’re not going to like it,” Chuuya says tightly. “I was going to wait until you got here.”

“Obviously, I am not going to like it,” you reply. “I cannot imagine why I would ever like a 119.”

“You’re really not going to like it,” Chuuya stresses and you can’t help but sigh, bracing yourself for whatever he’s about to say. “The Boss is dying.”

“What?”

You’re on your feet in an instant, eyes wide and phone pressed to your ear as your heart comes to a painful stop in your chest. Klaus straightens where he’s sitting, the curious expression quickly shifting into concern and confusion. You know the kid is itching to ask what’s going on, but you can hardly think straight with the sudden news. Fear begins to claw at your chest—a dangerous, dangerous emotion that threatens to shut down your mind. You know you have to get it under control before it can but your tongue feels swollen and heavy and your mind has become a jumble of thoughts that you can’t decipher.

That can’t be possible. It can’t. Mori dying? The thought itself is so ludicrous that it almost makes you laugh but you know Chuuya would never joke about this. 

“He and the President of the Agency were attacked by an ability user that can infect people with diseases. One has to die or both will. Unless we kill the President in the next thirty-six hours, the Boss will die.”

“Pushkin,” you spit out angrily. “That nasty roach. I’ve met him before. You called me right when it happened?”

“Yep,” Chuuya says, anxiety thinly veiled in his tone. “We just launched an assault on the Agency-”

“Dumbass,” you seethe, cutting him off. “I can’t stand you sometimes. Now we’ll have to track them down. I’ll be there in less than an hour, don’t do anything else stupid.”

You hang up the phone without another word.

“What’s going on?” Klaus calls after you curiously, but you’re already making your way to the front of the plane, pushing the cockpit door open to get the attention of the pilot.

“Fly faster.”

Dazai sighs as he rests against the pillows of the hospital bed, trying to figure out how exactly he’s going to convince the nurses to let him have his phone. His gaze drifts from his bedsheets to the window, following a bird soar past the glass into the sky as his mind races to piece together Fyodor’s plans.

By now, Fukuzawa should be safe within Lucy Montogomery’s interdimensional space; it’s only a matter of whether or not Tanizaki will be able to pull off the assassination on Mori. Dazai thinks the chances are slim—even if he does manage to get past the Black Lizards, Kouyou will be guarding Mori personally and Golden Demon will be able to sense Tanizaki through the illusion. He’ll be okay though, Dazai has Kyouka on standby as the one that’s going to extract him from the base and Kouyou will hesitate at the sight of her. He just needs to figure out a new approach. One that will be more successful.

What to do next?

For the first time in years, Dazai well and truly struggles to formulate a plan. He’s always struggled with the concept of failure and it haunts him now like an oppressive shadow hanging over his shoulders, knowing that the one man who had brought him in without hesitation, accepted him into the light with open arms despite his gruesome past, will be facing the consequences of his incapability this time.

Shit.

Despite the copious amount of pain relievers he’s on, Dazai can feel a headache coming on from the stress of this situation and Fyodor Dostoevsky. He’s never had an opponent like this before—one who can match him move for move on the chessboard, see through all of his plans, and it scares Dazai because he knows this is only the beginning and if he’s struggling now…

Dazai is drawn out of his thoughts as the door to his hospital room opens—he lifts his head, preparing round two of trying to convince the nurse to give him his phone, only to freeze when he’s met with an achingly familiar sight.

Your lips are curved up into a coy smile, his phone dangles tauntingly between your fingers. You look beautiful—always do—and Dazai’s chest flutters at the sight of you, drinking in your pretty face and basking in the warmth he only ever feels in your presence. For a second, all of Dazai’s fears are washed away because there’s nothing that he can’t handle with you at his side. 

For a second, because then Dazai remembers that you’re not at his side anymore.

You’re the enemy.

“Long time, no see,” you drawl, making your way forward to take a seat on the edge of his hospital bed. “You look like shit.”

Dazai sighs heavily, the smile on his lips becoming a bit more tired as he reaches out for your hand, fingers brushing over your palm before he laces them with yours. “My sweet hime, you’re always a sight for sore eyes, but I can’t help but feel dismayed by you being back in Yokohama now.”

You being back in Yokohama makes things even more difficult for the situation at hand. Chuuya and Kouyou, Dazai could’ve outsmarted them—it would’ve been difficult with how well Chuuya knows Dazai and all of his schemes, but it would’ve been doable, if only because the man is easy enough to antagonize. But you? You won’t fall for any of Dazai’s tricks and you’ll make sure Chuuya doesn’t either. 

Things just got much more complicated—he really didn’t expect them to be so quick to call you back. You and Dostoevsky at the same time, two opponents who can match him more for move when he was at the top of his game, which he’s not at with his head all fogged up with painkillers… it didn’t bode well for him or the people relying on him.

His throat tightens when you lift his hand to brush your lips against his knuckles, having to close his eyes to hide the way they mist over because of the casual intimacy that he’s only shown by you. Your fingers tighten around his as you drop your joined hands back into your lap, an unreadable expression on your face as you look at him.

“I’m so mad at you.” You smile at him but Dazai can see the way you swallow thickly, desperately trying to contain your emotions. “To walk into such an obvious trap set by Dostoevsky… To think you would try to leave me behind again so soon after our reunion. Are you so eager to rid yourself of me?”

“Never,” Dazai says hoarsely. “I knew he wouldn’t-”

“You don’t know anything about Fyodor Dostoevsky, Dazai.” You interrupt him, grip on his hand almost becoming painful as you glare at him. “I don’t know anything about him and I spent many months with him. How could you be so reckless?” 

Dazai was not aware that you spent many months with Fyodor Dostoevsky but that’s a conversation for another time. He feels distinctly scolded as he looks away from you petulantly. “I had to-”

You reach forward with your free hand to grab his chin, forcing him to look at you, and all of the fight leaves Dazai’s body as soon as you touch his face. His lashes flutter as he instinctively leans into your touch and his throat bobs when your grip on his chin shifts into you cupping his cheek, fingers carding through the edges of his dark hair. He lets his eyes slide back open after letting himself enjoy your touch for a few moments.

“You have to be more careful,” you say quietly. 

Dazai has become so entirely unused to people showing him such blatant concern that he almost can’t hide the way his eyes become wet. Of course, the members of the Agency care for him, he knows that in his heart even if it’s hard for him to come to terms with, but they do it so in a more subtle manner. They casually check in on him on his bad days, bring him food and try to get him out of his dorm when he can hardly drag himself out of bed, they know he doesn’t like it when they point out when he’s doing bad, so they’re more cunning with how they show their concern… but the way you look at him… the way you touch him… 

Back in the Mafia, on his bad days even before the two of you had acknowledged how you felt for one another, you’d always sit with him and made sure he was eating. Always made sure he knew he wasn’t alone even when he did his damned best to push you away. After the two of you had acknowledged your feelings for one another, you’d let him curl in your bed and surround himself with your blankets and clothes. You’d never push him, would always be there when he needed it—he’d taken it for granted back then, because his bad days after he left the Mafia… after he left you… Dazai almost couldn’t force himself through them.

But it’s different now after going four years without it; it feels… more intense. He thinks maybe it's because he’s still convinced that you’re going to change your mind and spurn him, toss him aside the same way he did to you four years ago.

He doesn’t deserve this, he thinks, not for the first time since he’s reunited with you, and he wants to know why. Doesn’t know why you let him come back to you when he decidedly doesn’t deserve it. If this is just some big cruel joke you’re playing on him. He doesn’t understand any of this. He feels like he’s eighteen again, so scared of a relationship with you that he’d rather avoid you at any given chance. 

After what feels like an eternity, your hand drops from his face and you lean back on the bed, concerned expression disappearing as you level a steady look onto him.

“Now, to talk business.” You smile and Dazai feels cold without your touch, pouting when his hand falls limp against the hospital bed. “What is it now? Thirty hours before the virus takes hold and they both die?”

“Ha!” Dazai barks out a laugh that makes him wince. “I know better than to sit on the opposite side of the negotiation table with you. Nice try.”

You give him a simpering smile. “Come, Dazai, my ability doesn’t work on you. We’re on even ground.”

“You don’t need your ability to win a negotiation,” he scoffs, but there’s a smile on his lips. “Anyway, I can’t negotiate on behalf of the Agency. You’ll have to find Kunikida-kun for that.”

“There is no winning negotiations, only-”

“Only a coming to terms, blah blah blah,” Dazai finishes for you, rolling his eyes. “I’m not negotiating with you.”

“I fear that you are going to be negotiating with me, Dazai.” You give him a sweet smile that instantly puts him on edge, folding your hands over your lap as you cross one leg over the other. “My subordinate is currently in the apartment of Haruno Kirako with her and Tanizaki Naomi. He’s waiting on orders for me to either leave or kill them. Said orders will be dependent on whether or not we’re able to come to an understanding.”

Dazai’s heart drops to his stomach, taking in a sharp breath and glancing down to his phone where it’s resting on your lap, wondering if he could snatch it and get out a SOS to the other members of the Agency before you can take it away. Your smile becomes more mocking as you toss it across the room to the couch on the opposite wall, keeping it far out of reach. 

“God, you’re still a cold-hearted bitch,” Dazai breathes out, tilting his head back against the wall with a heavy breath. “This isn’t a negotiation, this is a ransom.”

You wave your hand dismissively. “Close enough.”

Dazai gapes. “Close enough?”

“Close enough,” you affirm.

“What do you want?” Dazai finally asks, lips a bit twisted as he waits for your response. His fingers thrum against his thigh, mind racing as he tries to figure out what you could possibly want. Well, he knows what you want—you’ll want Fukuzawa dead to ensure Mori lives but Dazai can’t let that happen.

“Kunikida Doppo—you say he’s the acting President while Fukuzawa-dono is incapacitated?” you ask him absently, tilting your head to the side. He nods and you hum. “Set up a meeting between him and I.”

Dazai’s eyes narrow. “I’ll set up a meeting if you get your dog away from our office workers,” he counters, knowing that it’s not going to be that easy with you but he may as well try.

“You’re in no position to be making demands, Dazai,” you remind. “Why should I?”

“I’m not setting up a meeting between the two of you if you’re going to go into it with leverage over him already,” Dazai says firmly. “If you’re so set on trying to solve this through negotiation, you’ll have to give up the upper hand and meet them on even grounds.”

You stare at him for a moment, eyes too sharp and calculating for his liking. Dazai thinks that it’s entirely unfair that he has to deal with you when he’s still doped up on painkillers, but he doubts you care.

“Fine,” you finally agree, pulling out your phone and shooting a text to someone. You frown down at it for a moment before looking back up at him. “It’s done. Set up the meeting.”

Dazai has half a mind to say no. He knows that sending Kunikida to the negotiation table with you is going to be a mistake—you’re too sharp and too convincing—he isn’t sure if Kunikida’s ideals will be able to hold strong over your silver tongue. You can clearly tell that he’s considering reneging on his promise from how your eyes narrow.

You rise to your feet without another word, giving him a cool look. “I’ll be waiting for you at the teahouse in Nishi-ku that we-that the Port Mafia owns. If you haven’t arrived by the twenty-six hour mark...”

Dazai sighs your name, long and drawn out, his eyes feel heavy as he looks up at you. You pause, gaze softening for a moment as you reach out and grab his hand, squeezing it gently.

“When this is all done and over with, come by my place,” you say quietly. “I’ll have to head back to Europe soon after. I talked to the nurses, they won’t bother you when you try to leave.”

“Yeah,” Dazai says, voice a bit more hoarse than he intended for it to be. “Yeah, I’ll come over.”

You don’t say anything else, casting one last lingering look over where he’s laying on the hospital bed before turning and walking out the way you came. Dazai sighs again, slumping back against his pillows as he stares up at the ceiling, somehow feeling even worse than he did before you showed up.

Your car pulls up to the teahouse thirty seconds past the twenty-six hour mark.

“You ready?” Tachihara Michizou looks over the front seat back to where you’re sitting. Akutagawa Gin sits in the passenger seat, gray eyes curious as she looks back at you. “We could always y’know… just go in there and…”

He lifts his hand to make a finger gun, ‘pulling the trigger’ several times before giving you a pointed look. Gin rolls her eyes and raises her eyebrows, waiting for your response. You hadn’t even wanted to bring people with you, but Chuuya insisted on it—he wanted to come himself, but you felt more comfortable with him staying back at headquarters as extra protection for Mori.

“Yes, I’m ready,” you say dryly, not even bothering to acknowledge the second part of what he said.

You have yet to even see Mori despite Kouyou’s insistence that you go to him. You don’t want to see him—you heard enough from Chuuya to know that his condition is bad and you have no interest in seeing him while he’s in such a sorry state. The thought makes your heart twist uncomfortably and you can’t afford to be emotional right now. 

You’ve spent the past four hours trying to plan out what you’ll do if you can’t come to terms with Kunikida and the Armed Detective Agency. The best course of action would have been to have Akutagawa, Klaus and the rest of the Black Lizards positioned around the building for a quick execution once the negotiations fall through but…

But you didn’t do that.

Your eyes flicker over to where Dazai is waiting for you outside of the teahouse; he’s leaning against the wall tapping away at his phone. He’s dressed in that same ugly outfit he wore the last time you were back in Yokohama—the long tan jacket and the bolo tie over his shirt. He probably shouldn’t be up and about already, you can tell he’s still hurt from the way he’s leaning on one side more than the other, but a distinct fondness bubbles in your chest at the sight of him.

Instantly, you push it away, throat tightening because you know you can’t be letting your emotions get the best of you. You can’t go easy on the Armed Detective Agency just because Dazai is with them now; you need to do what’s best for the Mafia.

But you don’t like this. You don’t like that Dazai is the enemy now. You spent years working alongside him, friends with him (more than friends), living with him. You’d known that things would be different between the two of you after you spent that night with him in your apartment a few weeks ago… you just didn’t think you’d be forced to confront it so soon. 

Tachihara steps out of the car first and you watch as Dazai lifts his head, squinting at the sight of the boy. Tachihara makes his way to your door and opens it for you, keeping one hand ready on the grip of his gun as you step out of the car. Dazai’s expression shifts as soon as you’re in his line of view, softening just enough for it to be noticeable to you. Tachihara and Gin trail a few steps behind you as you make your way over to him, he doesn’t speak up until you’re a few steps away. 

“You’re late,” Dazai sings and you can tell that even though his lips curl up into a small smile at the sight of you, he’s not happy to see you. Not because of you, but because of what your presence means. He holds out his hand to you—Tachihara and Gin are instantly stepping forward between the two of you, which Dazai evidently does not like considering the way his expression instantly darkens, only lightening a bit when you wave them off. You purse your lips as you stare at his hand for a moment. “I can’t let you go in there with your ability active.”

“I don’t need my ability against your people,” you say coolly but you place your hand in his anyway. 

It’s not the first time you and Dazai have held hands but it certainly feels like it—the calluses on his hand from firearm use are gone so his skin is softer now and it feels almost… unfamiliar.

Dazai has never felt unfamiliar before.

Dazai laces his fingers with yours, holding your hand tightly. Your hands don’t fit right together anymore—it feels awkward—and you wonder if it’s just in your imagination or if he feels it too. He squeezes your hand a bit harder as if trying to force them to fit together, so you think he might and that makes your heart sink a little. 

He looks down at you and you think he’s going to say something, but instead his lips only tighten and his brows furrow as he looks away. You bite back a sigh, wanting to say something yourself but not even sure what would be suitable for this situation.

“Dazai,” you say quietly before the two of you head into the teahouse and there’s an unreadable expression on his face as he waits for you to say something else, but you remember that Tachihara and Gin are not a foot behind you, so you just shake your head. “Nevermind. Let’s get this over with.”

Dazai looks disappointed but not surprised. He doesn’t say anything else as he pushes open the door to the teahouse. The air is brisk and familiar, and with Dazai at your side, you can almost imagine that Chuuya is on your other, that the two of them are escorting you to a negotiation meeting with one of the big Yakuza syndicates the Port Mafia has been at odds with. 

But instead of an oyabun and his advisor sitting at the table in the private room at the back of the teahouse, it’s two members of the Armed Detective Agency. And instead of Dazai taking a seat next to you, he sits at the head of the table as the pseudo-host of the meeting, the one who set it up and knows both sides… but he makes his preferences clear in the way he looks at his fellow detectives, waiting for them to give the first words of the negotiation, a tactical advantage. 

Even with Tachihara and Gin lingering right behind you, you feel alone. 

You almost wish you’d agreed to let Chuuya come with you—he’s familiar, the one person in this world you’ve been able to rely on without having to fear the rug being pulled out from under you. You always feel more confident when he’s at your side, but you needed him to stay with Mori, to hold down the headquarters just on the off-chance the Agency pulled something while you were busy with negotiations. 

So instead, you brave this as you are, squaring your shoulders and raising your chin. You’re not worried about this meeting, you know one way or another, you’ll come out on top against the Agency, but you find yourself more unsettled than you thought you would be due to the lack of familiarity between you and Dazai… and far more disconcerted at the realization that Dazai is an enemy now. 

Since he’s the host, you should be respecting Dazai’s decision of giving the detectives the first words of the negotiation, but you find yourself smiling lightly and tilting your head to the side before speaking. Petty, maybe, and disrespectful, surely, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“You must be Kunikida-san, I want to say that it’s nice to finally meet you but…” you say lightly. You squint and then add, “I can’t help but feel that you’re familiar somehow. Have we met before?”

Dazai gives you a sharp look when you speak up—deserved, but you still give him an equally sharp look back. He can’t expect you to go easy on the detectives just because he’s standing with them now, but it… makes you feel weird. You think again how much you don’t like this; you don’t like being on the opposite side of Dazai, and you especially don’t like the fact that there is a creeping fear that this might create a rift between the two of you.

What did he think would happen? You want to spit at him. He chose to leave the Port Mafia. Chose to leave you. Chose to join up with the enemy. This is on him, he’s the one who changed, you haven’t. He knew what he was getting into by bringing his new friends to the negotiation table with you, he’s been on the right side of it with you countless times before, so he knows what you’re like at the table. 

Shit. 

“You’re that girl,” Kunikida suddenly realizes, squinting. “You came by Granny’s apartment during that gang conflict six years ago. You… you were with the Port Mafia back then? The father you were trying to get to-”

“Yes, that was me,” you agree, remembering just where you’d seen him before, eyes gliding over the blonde man curiously. He’s a far cry from the scrawny teenager you’d met a few years ago, nervous and bumbling to write down everything his grandmother says. “How is she?”

Kunikida’s lips twist. “She passed away two years ago. A stroke.”

“Sorry to hear that,” you say genuinely, frowning, before letting your gaze drift over to the last person in the room. The smile on your lips becomes a bit cooler. “Akiko-chan, it’s been a while. I don’t think I’ve seen you since you left Tokoyami.”

There’s an indecipherable expression on Yosano’s face as she stares at you, and you can’t help the way your lips twist in irritation. You knew there was a chance that she would show up with Kunikida, but you’d been hoping that she wouldn’t. You can’t let it rattle you, but no one gets under your skin like she does—you think that’s probably why she showed, to throw you off your game and make things easier on her coworker.

She’ll find herself sorely mistaken.

The way she says your name grates your nerves—it’s solemn, almost, a hint of remorse that makes your skin crawl. She looks like she wants to say something more than what she actually does, but she settles with, “You look good, better than the last time I saw you. It’s good seeing you again.”

She sounds genuine—that only pisses you off more. 

So your smile tightens as you say, “I look better? The last time I saw you, you were having a mental breakdown and nearly blew all of us up on the Ritter.”

Yosano physically cringes as she averts her gaze, and you turn your attention back to Kunikida and say, “Let’s get down to business, yeah?”

Kunikida sighs. He doesn’t look confident which is a mistake on his part, Dazai can tell too from the way his lips tightens just a bit. You give Dazai a look from the corner of your eye.

You should have prepped your people better.

Dazai gives you a sharp look right back, his fingers tighten around your hand. You ignore it. You hope you don’t look as bothered as it makes you feel, now’s not the time to show any weakness, especially to someone like Dazai. Especially when he’s not an ally. 

Shit, you think again, this time a bit more distressed. You swallow your discomfort and think again: what did he expect from this? It’s only a shallow consolation this time. You push on when Kunikida starts talking.

“I don’t see how we have anything to talk about,” Kunikida says, clearing his throat. “There’s nothing you can say that can bring us to an agreement under these circumstances.”

Alright, business time. This you can do. 

You just have to ignore the weight of Dazai’s hand on your own. 

“You are looking at this situation from the perspective of an employee who cares for Fukuzawa-dono,” you say, leaning back in your seat and folding your hands over the table. Dazai’s hand drops to the table and he shifts to hold your wrist, giving you a side-eye as if warning you not to slip from his grasp. You ignore it. “I empathize with your predicament. I do. But we can’t let our emotions rule us when the fate of the entire city is dependent on how this conflict is resolved.”

Kunikida is stiff on the opposite side of the table as soon as you start speaking, clearly uncomfortable with this whole meeting. Yosano holds her chin high as she stares down at you and you only raise your eyebrows at her before turning your attention back to the blonde.

“You have been named the interim director of the Armed Detective Agency, and from what I’ve heard, Fukuzawa-dono intends to name you President once he inevitably retires,” you say, tilting your head to the side as you observe Kunikida. “I’ve met the man often enough to know that he wouldn’t allow a man who’s rash and emotional to lead his organization. Neither you nor I want this to escalate to open conflict. There will be too many casualties on both sides.”

“Hm,” Kunikida says, pushing back his glasses as he considers his words. “And yet, we have a way around casualties on our end, thanks to one of our own—Yosano-sensei. The Port Mafia does not have any such means.”

Yosano stiffens when she sees the smile that curves at the corners of your lips.

“Your second attempt at an immortal regiment, Akiko-chan, I hope this one fares better than your last,” you comment with an easy smile before focusing your attention back on Kunikida, watching as the man casts a curious look between you and Yosano. You wonder how much she told the Agency of your shared past���seemingly very little. “I fear that even if your doctor is able to continuously heal all members of the Agency—assuming you’re never separated, which is unlikely—repetitive death breaks the human mind. How many times will she heal you and your other detectives before your minds start to fray? I’d wager the weretiger’s mind will break first—after the fourth resurrection, between dying over and over again and watching his friends die… from what I hear, the boy is quite the gentle soul with a fragile mind. He’ll try to stay strong for your sake, but it’ll be too much for him.”

You feel Dazai’s fingers tighten on your hand in warning, clearly not appreciating the way you’re talking about his new protege and to his friends. You ignore him, but it’s harder than you expect. You don’t like this. You don’t, even with you telling yourself that this is his fault, you still find yourself bothered by it all. It hurts being at odds with Dazai like this, in a way that you never imagined you would be; he’s supposed to come to your apartment after this, but you don’t even know if he’ll show. 

You don’t know if you’ll be able to look him in the eye if he does. 

God, and that thought only pisses you off more, because you shouldn’t be feeling guilty over this. Not when Dazai knew what he was getting into. Not when it was Dazai’s choice to leave the Port Mafia and join the enemy. You’re doing what you’ve always done, and you’ve never felt guilty for it before, and you shouldn’t now. Not because of him. 

“Our numbers overwhelm yours by a long shot. In a war of attrition, we’ll win. Your minds will break long before we run out of bodies to throw at you,” you finish, a bit more coldly than you’d begun. “There’s no scenario where you enter an open conflict with the Port Mafia and win.”

Yosano and Kunikida share a look with one another and you watch as Kunikida sighs before pressing his lips together, gaze hardening on you. “So, what do you propose? Do you just want us to hand over the President on a silver platter? Because that’s not happening.”

Phase Two.

You went into this knowing that you wouldn’t likely be able to sway Kunikida’s mind on handing Fukuzawa over to be executed, but that was never your intention to begin with. You just needed the chance to plant the seeds of doubt, to make him question himself so he can make a mistake that you can capitalize on.

Dazai realizes this from the way he stiffens, and you know he can’t be happy.

You don’t care.

You don’t.

“I want you to approach this how Fukuzawa-dono would as his stand-in,” you say. You itch to look at Dazai, want to know what’s running through his head right now. You don’t. “What do you know of the Port Mafia, Kunikida-san?”

“What kind of question is that?” Kunikida frowns, looking thoroughly displeased, but you’re unperturbed.

“Many people liken us to be the wardens of the night,” you explain, taking a sip of your tea. “We protect the city from the shadows, preventing an increase in petty and violent crime by discouraging lesser criminals who know that they’ll be hunted down for committing crimes in our territory.”

Your fingers thrum against your wine glass as you choose your next words carefully.

“It goes beyond that. Port Mafia presence in Yokohama serves as a deterrence to foreign criminal organizations-”

“A right good job you guys have been doing at that,” Yosano says snidely. 

You meet her gaze for half a second before focusing back on Kunikida. “Port Mafia presence in Yokohama serves as a deterrence to foreign criminal organizations,” you repeat coolly, ignoring the interruption. “Before the arrival of the Guild, there have only been two occasions of foreign organizations invading our territory, both conflicts were handled by us. The Guild Incident occurred because of the Agency’s decision to keep the weretiger-”

“That’s not fair,” Dazai says, voice low, grip on your hand tight. “We helped him. He needed help, so I-”

Dazai cuts himself off abruptly and you remember the night you spent with him a few weeks ago. You remember Oda Sakunosuke’s last words to him. You find yourself hesitating, considering dropping the topic for his sake, but you can’t, not with so much at stake.

When you continue speaking, the words taste bitter. 

“The agency’s decision to help the tiger then. Semantics. Either way, the decision laid in the Agency’s hands, not ours,” you correct, watching as Kunikida shifts uncomfortably at your words. “It wasn’t meant to be an accusation, only a statement. I’m not here to throw stones. My point is that we responded to the Guild Incident despite our attempts to prevent it from escalating, and we are not in a good position because of it. We faced major casualties at the hands of the Guild, several of our port warehouses were destroyed, one of our executives is dead—we cannot handle another conflict right now and the entire world knows it. Yokohama is being circled by sharks as we speak—Murasaki Shibiku’s Morning Glory, the Inagawa and Shimazaki-kai, Yi Sang’s Crow’s Eye, Cao Xueqin’s Red Chamber—they’re all waiting for the first drop of blood to spill in the water. If Mori dies, it’ll be as if an entire bucket of blood was spilled into the water. How well-versed are you in the organizations of the Eastern Hemisphere’s underworld, Kunikida-san?”

“Not very,” Kunikida replies tightly. 

“Dazai, what does the Red Chamber do to their enemies?” 

You don’t have to look at Dazai to feel the way he gives you a dark look. He pointedly doesn’t respond so you smile and answer your own question. A false bravado because you think your fingers might be trembling a little, and you’re sure that he can feel it, but you press on. You always press on. 

“They have their enemies chopped into pieces and scatter all of the different pieces across the country to prevent them from ever having a proper burial,” you say, watching a ghastly expression cross Kunikida’s face as he looks away. “Then they hunt down all blood relatives and anyone vaguely associated with the person to have them fed to starving hounds. Do you know how the Crow’s Eye deals with their enemies?” 

“No,” Kunikida replies. “I don’t care to know.”

“You will when it’s your entire ward burning because of you,” you say easily. “Scorched earth. The last time the Crow’s Eye had a conflict with an organization, an entire city burned for five days straight. Thousands of casualties for an insult.”

“What is the point of this?” Kunikida asks, voice strained—he does an impressive job at hiding the way he’s unnerved by your words. “Are you trying to scare us into giving you what you want? It won’t work.”

“Not at all,” you say dismissively. “I’m just making sure you know all of the cards on the table, and again, urging you to make your decision with your head and not your heart.. There is more at stake here than just two lives. Yokohama will be plunged into chaos if Mori dies… the streets will run with blood, wards will burn to the ground. The Dragon’s Head Conflict will look like child’s play compared to what’s to come, and I know you felt the effects of that conflict personally, Kunikida-san. Before making any decision, just ask yourself if this is what Fukuzawa-dono would have wanted?”

Kunikida doesn’t respond, you don’t expect him to. So, you slip your hand free from Dazai’s and rise to your feet with a thin smile.

“I’ll take my leave now so you can discuss your options with the other members of the Agency,” you tell them. “Dazai knows how to get in contact with me once you’ve come to a decision. It was a pleasure seeing you both again, Kunikida-san, Akiko-chan.”

“I warned them not to join you at the negotiation table,” Dazai sighs whimsically as he steps into your apartment. Your eyes lift from your phone to where he slides his jacket off of his shoulders and drapes it onto a kitchen chair before making his way to you on the couch. “They didn’t listen to me.”

“Their mistake. I suppose it doesn’t matter anyway, all of that was for nothing,” you say lightly, putting your phone down on the table. You don’t move toward him, watching him carefully to try to gauge where he’s at. His expression is indecipherable, but his shoulders are tense and each movement he makes seems a bit stiff and jolted. “I didn’t think you would show up.”

“Why is that?” 

His tone changes at your question, becomes cooler and more withdrawn. His expression shifts too—he doesn’t turn to look at you, but you can see from the angle you’re standing the way his lips curve down and his eyes sharpen. He’s testing you for something, probably wants you to admit that he has reason to be mad at you to give him a leg up in the conversation—he’s always loved playing games like that. 

“I’ve never seen you so emotional while dealing with business,” you note instead, not giving him that leverage against you. You fold your arms over your chest and study him. “It was… interesting to see.”

You’re not in the mood to play games, but you humor him. Dazai is not pleased by your comment, you can tell from the way his gaze cuts to the side to focus on you. Now, he’s familiar: his eyes are cold and black, his expression closed off. This is the Dazai you remember—the one who would sit next to you at executive meetings and stand behind you during negotiations, except even now, he’s opposite you.

You hate it.

You expect him to snap back at you with something along the lines of you being more emotional than usual too because you know he felt the way your fingers were trembling at one point during the negotiations, but instead, you watch as his expression instantly smooths out and clears up. He turns a smile onto you that doesn’t fully meet his eyes and you know what he’s about to do before the words even leave his lips.

“So, what’re we watching? There are some new movies, and I’m gonna, y’know, swipe your card to order some food, and…”

Dazai’s still talking. His lips are moving—you’re watching them move—but his words are going in one ear, out the other. You think maybe you should take the out he’s given the two of you. The conversation that needs to be had… it’s not going to be a pleasant one. In fact, depending on how it goes, it might be your last one with him. 

If you guys can’t reconcile with the fact that you’re no longer on the same side, this will have to end.

You can’t go into every conflict with the Agency feeling like you’re walking on eggshells because of Dazai. Your priority has been and always will be the Port Mafia. Dazai’s decision to leave can’t affect that. You also know that if he’s actively upset with you, it will affect that, because you don’t like seeing Dazai upset, you never have and that hasn’t changed the past four years without him. 

If the two of you can’t come to an understanding about it… You don’t even know if it’s possible to come to an understanding about something like this, but it’s you and Dazai, so if anyone can come to an understanding about it, it’s you guys. 

“Stop,” you finally say, voice more tired than you intend for it to be. Dazai pauses and then looks at you cautiously. You wonder if he’ll make an excuse and try to run once he realizes you’re not going to let this drop—it wouldn’t be the first time he’s fled instead of confronting an issue. “Can we talk about this?” 

“Talk about what?

Oh, this boy knows how to get under your skin. You stare at him for a second, lips flat and arms crossed; he doesn’t even have the decency to look ashamed. He’s entirely unrepentant as he stares right back at you, waiting to see if you’ll push the topic, but you don’t want to play games with him. You’ve had a long day, you’re jet lagged, you have a headache and you don’t even want to have this conversation but you know you have to have it.

“Forget it,” you finally say, shaking your head. “You can leave.”

Dazai blinks. “What?” he asks, voice laced with disbelief. “But-”

“Whether you like it or not, we have to talk about this,” you say, shrugging. “If you don’t want to talk about it, you can leave. Just don’t come back.”

Dazai stares at you. He’s hurt, you can tell from the way he withdraws at your words. For a second, you really expect him to leave; you’re tense as you watch him carefully, guarding yourself so that it doesn’t sting when he inevitably turns on his heel and goes back the way he came. After what feels like an eternity, his shoulders finally slump and he looks away, trying to figure out what to say.

“What do you want me to say?” he asks, the theatrics gone as he stares at you dully. “You were cruel to them. Making digs at Yosano-sensei, tormenting Kunikida-kun with those descriptions of the foreign mafias and making him think that the President would want him to kill him. You were cruel. I didn’t expect it, I guess.”

“Dazai Osamu admitting he didn’t expect something, I almost wish I got that on tape,” you say dryly. Dazai’s expression hardens at the comment—you probably shouldn’t have said that, you know Dazai doesn’t like getting vulnerable and gets especially defensive when he does, but you just couldn’t help yourself. Before he can get all wound up, you continue, “I am cruel, Osamu. You know that.”

The fight seeps out of Dazai at your words. He looks away from you, and you make your way over to him. You lift your hands up to cup his cheeks as you take your place in front of him, forcing him to look at you. His eyes are heavy in a way that’s so unfamiliar to you—you’ve been with Dazai during his worst depression episodes, you’ve been with him when he puts up that whole front of the Demon Prodigy, you’ve seen him hurt and you’ve seen him angry, but this is… different. It’s more intense. It’s reluctant, riddled with anxiety, like there’s a deep rooted fear that he’s worried will come true.

You wonder if he’s come to the same realization as you—that if the two of you can’t talk through this, it’ll be the end.

“I’ve never been on the opposite side of it,” he confesses quietly. “I… didn’t like it.”

You… can’t really blame him for that. As much as you’ve been around Dazai while he’s been the “Black Wraith” and the “Demon Prodigy”, he’s never directed it toward you. In fact, he’s always been careful to shield you from that side of him whenever possible even though he knows that’s not necessary. You suppose you would be just as jarred if you were suddenly faced with it. 

“It wasn’t directed toward you, Osamu,” you sigh, lifting your hand to run your fingers through his hair, watching the way his lashes flutter before you return to cupping his face. “You know that.”

“It was though,” he disagrees. “It was directed toward them so it was directed toward me.”

You don’t know how to respond to that. Your hands drop from his face as you look away from him, considering his words carefully and trying to figure out what to say next. This is the point of no return—either the two of you will be able to move forward, or this will be the end of your relationship. For real, this time because years apart and questions about whether the two of you are the same as you used to be is moot when your conflicting situations make your relationship incompatible. 

“I can’t apologize, Osamu,” you finally say, swallowing thickly. You can feel his gaze heavy on you, but you can’t bring yourself to meet it. “Not for what I did. I can apologize for how it made you feel, but not for doing it… and I can’t promise not to do it again.”

“I know,” he replies. “I don’t expect you to. It was just…different. Not in a good way. But what are we going to do about it?” 

He gives you a wry smile, one that you can only match half-heartedly. You watch him carefully for a moment, taking note of the hesitant expression on his face. He tries to hide it behind a curious mask, but you can see the anxiety thinly veiled behind his eyes. After a few moments, you nod for him to follow you and sit down on the couch, holding your hand out to him.

He hesitates before taking it, and you’re careful to avoid his healing wounds as you shift to lay down and pull him along with you to lay on top of you, watching as he rests his head on your chest and lets out a shaky breath. You lift your hand up to cradle the back of his head, and his eyes slide shut. His expression is still far from peaceful, you can see how his brows remain furrowed and his lips curve down, but he’s less anxious at least. 

“We’ll figure it out,” you tell him, all of the nerves that have been bugging you since the meeting wash away now that he’s back in your arms. “We always do.”

“I don’t want to lose you,” he admits quietly. “I lose everything eventually… It’s inevitable, one way or another, it always happens, but I can’t handle losing you. Not ever.”

“We made it this far,” you tell him, stroking his hair. He looks up at you and his expression is uncharacteristically vulnerable, it makes your chest tighten painfully. “We’ll be fine, Osamu. We always are. We’ll figure it out… Anyway, I doubt we’ll be on opposite sides for long, I think the city is about to be in a lot of trouble. We’ll probably have to work alongside each other if we even want to stand a chance.”

You can’t help the way you grimace, looking away. With Dostoevsky’s involvement confirmed, you have way more to worry about than just the Armed Detective Agency. You’ve heard through the grapevine that Agatha Christie and the Order of the Clocktower have been actively working with the House of the Dead, and you know very well that Dostoevsky has several other organizations in the Eastern Hemisphere in his pocket—both the Crow’s Eye and the Morning Glory have done dirty work for him before, and Cao Xueqin will ride the coattails of whoever is fighting against the Port Mafia. You’re surprised that he didn’t make a move these past few days. 

“What have you figured out about him already?” Dazai asks curiously, tilting his head up to look at you. He ghosts his lips against your jaw before settling his face in the crook of your neck. “Tell me what you know, maybe we can figure something out.”

Like old times, you think wistfully back to the days the two of you would lounge on this very couch as you rattled off all of the information you gathered during interrogations and negotiations. He’d absorb it all like a sponge and put together things and come to conclusions that would’ve taken you hours to get to.

But it’s not old times anymore, you remind yourself dully, absently running your fingers through his hair. Even if it’s likely that the Agency and the Port Mafia will end up working together against a common enemy in the near future, there’s no such alliance right now, so it’s risky telling him intel that could be more valuable to the Mafia if it’s the only one who is aware of it.

“Not enough yet,” you say honestly. “I was supposed to meet with Carlo Goldoni of the Family and the Pope in the Vatican before this went down. They claimed to have some intel about Dostoevsky that could be critical in the conflict with him, but I didn’t get the chance to talk to them. I’m heading back there tomorrow morning to talk to them… I’ll call you after depending on what they say. Maybe we can debrief.”

Maybe a reckless decision considering there’s the off chance that Mori refuses to work with the Agency and you know that he’ll be on your ass for giving them information, but the way Dazai smiles softly against your neck makes up for it. 

“Yeah,” he says quietly, and then he lets out a huff of laughter that tickles your neck. “But don’t tell me anything in detail, just enough to let me guess, that way if Mori questions you about it, you can say you didn’t tell me and not be lying… We can make a game out of it.”

Not quite like old times, but you suppose things will never go back to how they were. That’s not necessarily a bad thing though, different can be good—better, even. All that matters is that it’s you and him, just as it's always been, and if it’s the two of you, things will always work out.

His hand slides down to entwine with yours, and this time there’s no question about it—it’s familiar, like home, your hands slot together like they’d been made for each other and you almost feel stupid for questioning things so hard earlier in the day.

“Yeah,” you agree with a soft smile. “Yeah, we can. We’ll be alright.”

Dazai presses his lips against the hollow of your neck, and then to your jaw, and then to yours. You can feel his lips curve up against yours—he steals one, two, then three kisses before he sighs and nuzzles his face into the side of yours, resting his head down on the pillow next to you.

“We will be.”

[evolnoomym]

Steal Your Girl 🥃

Summary: Joel shows you good time after some dude makes you feel very disappointed.

Rating: 18+ mature content mdni!!!!

Word count: 1.4 K

Authors note: I got kinda stood up so I gained inspiration for this 🫠👌🏻

Warnings: no y/n, F!OC, Moon as always, alcohol mention, sex, creammmmmm pie, Joel being a slight sleaze, age gap (nothing specific is mentioned but I imagine it to be biggggg….of course legal), no beta read we die like real Moon Sluts, might include messes up grammar because I’m dumb

If I missed anything please let me know 🙏🏻

Shoutout to @saradika-graphics for the divider 🤎

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if you come across mistakes it might be due to that. I’m totally here for constructive criticism or feedback on how to improve. In general I appreciate comments, likes and reblogs greatly🫶🏻

In the dimly back-room skin slapping on skin, deep groans and sweet little yelps were all that could be heard.

There’s you bend over, your chest sliding back and forth on a desk placed in the corner with him at your backside shoving his cock deeply into your cunt. His big rough hands are touching and squeezing your butt, lower back, waist and shoulders. Basically anything that he could reach, he touched.

But how did you two get here?

Well, you were already seated at the bar on one of those stereotypical red leather stools when he came into the “Lucky’s” it was after all Joel’s go-to bar.

From the first moment he laid his eyes upon you, till now, he couldn’t stop himself from unashamedly staring. He kept thinking to himself “Why is a beautiful woman like you, alone on a Saturday night?” judging by the way you kept looking around, tapping on your phone and the tensed smile he knew you were probably waiting for a date to arrive. And they seemed to be a no show. He could see the disappointment clearly written in your face and posture. Yeah, a gorgeous thing like you should be treated better. What a man would Joel be if he doesn’t put a smile back onto that beautiful face?

So he approaches.

You on the other hand hadn’t noticed him at all, too focused on stressing about stupid Christopher. Who has seemingly forgotten about the date he!!! sat up.

Oddly you didn’t feel super sad, no, more disappointed that no matter what you do they seem to be absolute idiots. All acting like insufferable little boys.

You were about to order yourself a very strong strawberry margarita to forget about that dumbass when someone sat down next to you.

You glanced over just passingly, but after processing the fact that it’s a super attractive man you couldn’t help but give him a second glance. That one was a bit longer, you let your eyes drag from his features down his body, he wore a light sweater and brown slacks.

His hair slicked back, mustache and slight beard making him appear straight out of 90s porn. One of his eyebrows rose in question.

„Hello Sweetheart, what’s a gal like yourself doin here all alone, huh?“ oh his low husky voice travels straight to your lower stomach making you squeeze your thighs together.

You must look all dumbfounded, blinking at him without a thought behind your eyes.

Somehow you are able to shake yourself out of this stupor, muster up all possible confidence and answer him.

„About to enjoy her long awaited drink, but then you sat down.“ you sigh in fake annoyance.

„Ahh, my apologies baby,“ he murmurs while signaling to the bartender, „it’s on me, your choice.“ and with that he winks.

You feel kinda breathless by this hot stranger and his clear flirting. A man like that, all mature…who could literally have anyone but wants you. Yeah that is unexpected.

„A str..strawberry margarita, please“

The bartender nods, needing no more words luckily.

You turn to him „Thank you…“ now you raise your brow and he understands „Joel,“ he replies.

„Well thank you Joel, you didn’t have to,“ you feel warmth creeping up your cheeks.

„Nahh, no need to thank me. I jus wanted to get rid of the sad look on your face,“ when you look up at that he carries a knowing smile.

„What do you mean?“ as you tilt your head in question.

„From my guess you had a date planned but he didn’t show up? Otherwise ya wouldn’t be sitting here for so long.“

„Wait…did you watch me?“ There's no fear in your voice, just plain curiosity.

„Hmm, what if I did,“ he leans in until you feel his lips at your ear „would ya run little girl, huh?“ he whispers so softly that you close your eyes in pleasure.

A shudder goes up your spine and that warmth between your thighs grows.

You managed to push out a small „no“ in between your labored breaths. His close proximity makes you all dizzy.

All the background noises were blended out at this point, not even the drink being placed in front of you could get your attention and it got worse.

He slid his hand over the top of your thigh and in between them awfully close to where you needed him most „My name 's Joel, what’s yours baby?“

He pulled his head back, holding your chin with his hand.

„Moon,“ you whimper as his thumb strokes your chin.

„Aw, what a sweet name, for such a pretty girl“ and another wink from him that sends a new wave of arousal through your core.

„Hm, should I show ya what pretty sluts like you deserve?“ his condescending lilt shouldn’t turn you on.

Once you nod, giving him the cue, he tugs you off the chair and into a nearby hallway. He pushes open a door to the left, a room full of shelves with a tiny desk in the corner.

That’s how you got here.

Before he positions you to his liking he gives you a chaste kiss while walking you back towards the desk. He slips down your tights, his nimble fingers quickly doing the same with your thong and then your spun facing away from him. He pushes a hand between your shoulder blades, your cheek smushes against the table.

„Ya gonna let me fuck your pussy ain’t you girl?“ he hissed in your ear.

When you didn’t reply fast enough, you yelped at his massive hand swiftly coming down on your cheek.

„Ughh, y..yes, yes fuck me Sir, please“ you wanted him inside so badly, he’d be perfect to fill the void.

„That’s a good girl, so polite“ now he was gently stroking over where he previously inflicted pain.

You could hear him unbuckling his belt and then you heard him spit, the wet squelching noises confirming that he was preparing his cock for you.

You were excited, so you wiggled and pushed back. Feeling his wet length barely touching your pussy was making you wetter and wetter.

„Baby she’s drooling all over me,“ his deep chuckle quickly became your favorite sound „yeah I’m gonna give her what she deserves.“ with that he started sliding his cock along your pussy.

„Pleaseeee,“ you moan.

„Good girl,“ he whispered before pushing in with one hard thrust.

„Ughh, f-fuck Jo-Joel“ the sudden fullness was so overwhelming, he was the biggest you had ever encountered. It took a moment to get used to him before you nodded, giving him a signal to go on.

For a second you thought he might go easy on you since he slowly pulled almost completely out, but no, he started pounding into your cunt at a speed you didn’t expect from a guy his age.

„Heyyy darlin,“ he pulled you up by your shoulder „why don’t ya get out that phone, hm?“

You pulled it out of your purse and looked back at him. He was focused on the spot where the two of you were connected, watching himself slide in and out.

His eyes met yours „Open that asshole‘s contact,“ you fulfilled his instructions „delete that, okay?“ you didn’t even hesitate.

„Now hand it to me,“ again you complied with his order.

When he handed it back to you, his contact info was shown, he put his number in.

„Ya don’t need that dumbass when ya got me baby,“ he husked in your ear before bending your front down again.

After that he didn’t need a lot longer before coming inside you.

You would surely wake up tomorrow with bruised hips from being pushed against the table edge with so much force. Wood hitting a wall was a companion to the wet squelching. His strokes got more erratic, he was close.

„Baby, where ya want me?“

„Inside Joel, please,“

Your needy voice pushed him over the edge.

As his cock pumped you full his thumb came around to rub at your pulsing and waiting clit.

„Nghh, I’m gonna come,“ you arch your back „Joel i’m coming.!!“ you yell out.

„Ahhhhh yes, baby, take that gift and don’t waste a goddamn drop,“ he groans as he pulls out and you quickly, with shaking legs, you put your thong back on. He gently helps you do the same with your tights.

„Did a good job Moon,“ he kisses you slowly now, basking in the post sex haze.

As you stand upright you could feel his warm spend leak out. It was the best feeling ever.

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[houseofripley]

HEYYA

Could you write a rhea x fem!reader story where reader eats rhea out while she’s playing video games with her friends? (Smut obv). Please and thank you (I love your writing)

Game Over

Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: SMUT, 18+, Public Sex? kinda idk, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering WORD COUNT: 1,367 A/N: ANONNNNN YOU AND I ARE ON THE SAME WAVELENGTH!!! i literally started a draft for something super similar to these a couple hours before you sent this omg

“Aimlabs is free, you should try it sometime, dumbass!” Rhea’s voice thundered from her office down the hall. “Rhea! It’s just a game! Calm down!” You yelled, making your way to the office. 

Your girlfriend had confined herself in her office since eight in the morning. The past three and a half hours were full of Rhea loudly yelling at her teammates. Half the time you couldn’t even tell if she was celebrating with or ridiculing the others.

You walked up behind Rhea’s chair and placed your hands over her broad shoulders. You could hear the voices of your shared colleagues blaring through Rhea’s headset as you rested your chin on the top of her head, watching her play Call of Duty: Warzone. 

“I think you should spend some time with me instead of playing your stupid games all day.” You proclaimed, “We could go shopping, go for a walk, and have lunch…” You dreamed, rubbing Rhea’s shoulders.

“Later baby.” Rhea said quietly, making sure her mic wouldn’t pick up your conversation. You huffed and moved your hands to steal Rhea’s headset from her head causing a puzzled noise to come from her mouth. 

“Alright who’s the one that’s stealing my girlfriend from me?” You playfully asked, Rhea’s attention was still focused on the round she was playing. 

Dom and Damian were on the other end of the voice call, Damian was quick to place the blame on Dominik. “Woah woah woah! This isn’t fair, I’m innocent!” Dom complained, faking being offended.

“Dude, you literally spam texted the group chat for three minutes straight at eight in the morning.” Damian accused as he let out a deep chuckle. 

“I believe it, Dom, you are always at the scene of the crime. Now I’d like it if you all would hurry up so I can enjoy the afternoon with my girlfriend.” You played with the two guys. 

Dominik threw a mini tantrum in reaction to him dying in the game, “You guys seriously just made me die! Just for that I’m making sure Rhea’s staying online all day.” 

“We did not make you die! Maybe you’re just bad at the game!!!” You quickly said before returning the headset to Rhea, hearing Dom’s faint complaints. 

Rhea let out a scoffed laugh as she helped Damian win the round, “Too easy, let’s play ranked.” Rhea’s words caused you to groan as you moved to stand next to her. “Rheaaaa,” You pestered, squatting next to her chair.

“Just one more game I promise.” Rhea stated, her eyes looking over and down at you. “We both know how that's gonna end. One game is gonna turn into two and two games is gonna turn into six games.” You whined as Rhea ran her hand through your hair.

Rhea didn’t respond to your gripes, she instead turned her concentration back to her screens, leaving you pouting. But you needed her attention, you’d do anything to get that attention and you had the perfect idea.

From your squatting position you got on your hands and knees and crawled under Rhea’s desk. Rhea glanced down at you, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you spread her legs apart. “The hell are you doing?” Rhea aggressively asked, her hand covering her microphone while your hands slowly slid her sweatpants off.

“Play your game mami. I know you want to.” You taunted, looking up at her with puppy eyes. Rhea cocked her eyebrow as her eyes returned to her game.

You ran your finger over Rhea’s panties while peppering kisses over her tattoo covered thighs, causing her breath to hitch while she spoke about the match with the boys. 

Your hands carefully pulled your girlfriend's panties off as you looked up at her, her eyes fighting to focus on her screen. 

Your mouth hovered inches from Rhea’s warmth as you blew a soft gush of air against her wetness, a sharp gasp came from the woman who was trying to save her team from a loss.

“Jesus,” Rhea quietly cursed out under her breath once your tongue finally made contact with her sensitive skin. “Everything alright Rhea?” You could hear Damian's question leak from the headset. “Yeah, all good. Just uh-” Rhea cleared her throat, searching for an excuse as your tongue began roaming between her folds. “Just frustrated with the match…”

Your hands faintly ran up and down Rhea’s spread legs, your mouth beginning to focus on her entrance. Your nose pressed against her clit as you took in her sweetness, causing Rhea to narrow her eyes in pleasure.

You watched as the woman struggled to keep her attention on her screen, your tongue swirling around her entrance, occasionally slipping inside her. Rhea’s mind began slipping away from her, resulting in her character dying. 

“Shit sorry- you guys f-finish this round,” Rhea sighed through shaky breaths before muting her mic. She looked down to you as she leaned back in her chair. “God damn you’re such a brat.” She moaned, taking a fistfull of your hair. She held your head in place as she began grinding herself onto your face. The intensity of her eye contact had created a pool between your legs. Quiet groans left her throat as she helped herself to your mouth.

Rhea’s deep moans were soon interrupted by both the boys yelling her name. She reluctantly let go of your hair before looking back up and unmuting herself. “Yeah, I’m here sorry.” she mumbled as your fingers inched up between her legs.

“Last round…don’t fuck around this time.” You could hear Damian warn before Dominik added on, “Dude, you lost like…all your skills last round, what is going on with you?”

“Yeah yeah. Don’t worry I’m all in t-this match.” Rhea struggled, holding back a moan as your pointer and middle finger snuck into her tightness.

You couldn't help but chuckle at how seriously the three of them took the game. “Yeah mami, don’t lose this round.” You quietly teased the woman causing her eyes to dart down to you as if to say ‘watch your mouth’. 

Once the match had officially begun you connected your lips to Rhea’s swollen clit meanwhile your fingers began exploring her insides. 

Rhea let out multiple profanities as the match progressed, attempting to replace the sound of pleasure with the sound of frustration towards the game. The guys were already suspicious of her behavior, the last thing she needed was to moan in the middle of a match. 

You continued letting your mouth and fingers play with Rhea causing her legs to tighten around your head. “Fuck-” She quietly grumbled in reaction to your fingers picking up their pace. 

“God damnit! I’m out.” Dominik yelled in frustration. 

You hummed against Rhea’s cunt, her face plastered with the look of pleasure as her legs began shaking. 

“They got me too. There's only one dude left on the opposite team, just be careful around corners.” Damian complained out.

“Just you left Rhea come on!” Dom egged on. 

Rhea’s muscles began tensing up, her breathing intensified as she began the hunt for her final opponent. 

She had found her target. Her eyes locked in on their hitbox as your fingers began curling while you thrusted in and out of her.

“Oh-Fuck! Shit!” Rhea yelled out, her orgasm hitting her as she took her final shots, winning the game. You heard cheers come from her headphones as she looked down at you with heavy breaths. 

You helped Rhea ride out her orgasm, slowing down the pace of your fingers and removing your mouth from her clit. 

She shook her head at you as you removed your fingers from her warmth and began sucking them clean.

“Guys, something came up. I gotta go.” Rhea urged out. She wouldn’t let the boys even get one word in before leaving the call. Rhea slowly stood up from her seat and began pulling you out from under the table.

“Soooo, shopping?” You sweetly asked, batting your eyelashes as you stood up. “You think you’re shopping after that stunt?” Rhea scoffed, cocking her eyebrow. She picked you up and threw you over her shoulder before taunting, “Darling, You're gonna be in that bedroom all day.”

[sukioyakio]

little brainrot

R. Sukuna - thought that dating you;the quiet ghost that lurks throughout the college campus halls,whatever what they called you,he was just thought that this was going to be boring as heck and even wonder why he was doing this.

But he'll sure in hell not going to leave you.You sure knew how to hide your emotions in public but in private he see you with such confidence that made me wonder how are you the same person.

You could be playing Minecraft or any game and you two would argue with each other.

"How Stupid are you,How will we ever progress when your so weak and in need of me all the time." Sukuna voice drips of mockery in the mic,in which he could already see that cute angry frown you do before 'talking' to him.

"mhmm,I don't FUCKing know babe?Just maybe If you STOP being a Rude ass and stealing my iron" You exclaimed loudly with your voice raising a bit with frustration in the mic.

“So making shears with the iron was Best ‘Fucking’ Plan you had” He said with the mockery tone but lanced with sarcasm in.

Asshole has your stuff in a chest but he doesn’t let you that much because he like to fuel you up.

You whisper a curse word with an eye twitch.

“Oh my fucking god! IT WASNT MY FAULT THAT the fucking iron boots next to THE FUCKING SHEARS!!it different on PlayStation Then on PC dumbass!” Your voice spite up in frustration while replying to Sukuna in the mic.Your eyes brow furrowed down and an angry frown laying on your face.As the glow of your tv was your only light in your room.

You could hear his deep rich laughter through the mic finding your frustration funny.

”Oh Because it ‘SO’ hard to play PlayStation with a controller then on Pc,I’m pretty Sure that I’ve played on that shit and it was easy enough Princess” He said in his cocky voice and emphasizing the princess part.

"Well fuck you and your wanna complete the game ass Your Highness" you said with emphasize the Highness part just how sukuna did.

He just love seeing the different emotions play on your face whenever it just you too,but will the man say that nope he'll keep that a secret for him to know.

To be honest he shock at how you return to your quiet persona when you both are in public,Nonetheless the it still the same thing with him.He doesn't enjoy the fact that you don't like to show your relationship with in campus, no matter how many times you said calmly to him saying that you really are shy about it.He doesn't listen and won't either.

For instance,When walking around the halls in search of you,his little ghost.He spot some Low life loser taking to you with love heart in their eyes,and just to see you nod to every word that sip out of their mouth irritated the fuck out of him.

He clearly walked towards you.While he was at he thought he could surprise you while glaring the guy. His right behind you as the guy talks about some boring ass crap,his snakes his hand around your waist in a possessive manner. Completely caughting your attention with a gasp that sip out your mouth.

"Oh there you are ghost,I was Wondering as how you are.I wanted to say how good and incredible you were last night I had so much fun"He said clearly loud enough for the guy to hear and for him to be cut of his words. As finished with a proud smirk.

Sukuna could die laughing at how the man look so pathetically running away like A rat right now but didn't feel the need to,Not when you pushed him.Your face painted with rosey color on your cheeks and ears,and a frown on top of that.

'his feisty ghost'

The only reason why you aren't completely fuming at him is that non one was outside but him and you but still.

"W-what on earth was that for!!" you exclaim in disbelief,staring up at your boyfriend tall frame.Making a shadow that case upon your figure.But you also know how your body suddenly feels wall textured brushing your back.

"You tell me ghostie,I didn't like the guy Dragging his heart out for you when it belongs to me" he says in a low tone and steady pace;slowly his body is right against you pinning against the wall,he lean's closely to your neck,catching how your voice hitches as well as your lose of words.

——

That it,that all I have from my little brainrot and I probably have a lot of grammar mistakes

[cocogum]

The Great Wave - Chapter 7 Review

‼️SPOILERS FOR THE CHAPTER‼️

Warning(s): unhinged behavior, fat shaming, unnecessary use of foul language, osamodas slander

This chapter made the stupid decision to edge me.

We come back to Yugo having an episode from the poison he just drank and he is going through it hard.

My guy is coughing up blood, eyes are turning red, body is shaking like a mad man, screaming in agony, and his wakfu antlers are even going crazy…

To top it all off, he’s now having a series of igniting explosions because of the dofus residing in him. Like you can’t make this shit up, my guy is literally creating explosions from the inside out. Look at the damages.

(damn, amalia is carrying this whole banquet. look at her saving these ppl what a queen ✨)

Which clown decided it was a good idea to poison a demigod in charge of six dofus and expect nothing abnormal or deadly to happen?????

Oh yeah, the blue-skinned cows.

I don’t care what anyone says. The osamodas family was in charge of the poison attempt, I don’t care if it was that Sadida woman’s idea since it’s obvious she’d know more about poisoning. The osamodas are at fault, the osamodas king told Aurora that they should wait and let them enjoy this last happy occasion. He also told Aurora that they knew about the marriage but weren’t invited?? Come on, they’re clearly at fault here!! They’re the ones who told the Sadida servant to do something about it and she improvised! But what these two bozos didn’t know, was how it would backfire on them. This is stupid to think about because they KNEW Yugo wasn’t a normal person. Poisoning Yugo is like trying to poison a deadly cobra. Or in this case, A FUCKING DEMIGOD. Either way, you’re gonna get jumped.

Like, OF COURSE Yugo’s gonna have a freakout and fuck shit up when his body had been messed with a deadly substance.

OF COURSE, he’s gonna hurt a lot of people around him if he’s around anyone.

OF COURSE, he won’t fucking die cuz of his divinity status.

OF COURSE, he’ll start ruining the kingdom these two fucking dumbasses want for no reason.

You can’t make this shit up.

These two are so bad at being villains, they don’t even know what the fuck they’re doing to people they don’t bother knowing more about. They don’t even know who their target is.

After understanding what kind of poison Yugo drank, which was the belladone, we now know why Amalia knew what was in the cup. She probably recognized the smell of it.

Amalia: “Adamaï…The belladone is the worst of poisons…”

According to how she describes it, this poison is so deadly that it kills the person or animal who drinks it in under ten seconds. The victim first drinks it and then foams at the mouth before collapsing and dying.

We’ve seen the same thing happen in another era of the World of Twelve and that was back in the Cire Momore backstory which was an event around the Dofus era.

The daughter of a queen tried poisoning her for all the suffering she’s endured and had the help of a painter to do it.

Gustave (painter): “I found the berries at the exact place you indicated.”

Princess: “Perfect. Do not forget to carefully wash your hands. The belladone is highly toxic.”

Based on this passage alone, we’ve learned that the belladone are purple berries that are so toxic, that they can even damage you if you don’t properly wash your hands after you pick them.

After that, during the banquet, the princess secretly poured the poison into her mother’s wine. But just before she could drink it, her dog suddenly jumped at her, causing her to drop the wine, which made the pet drink it from the ground instead.

The results were exactly what you expected to happen.

Once the dog drank it, he foamed at the mouth and collapsed, immediately dying from the drink.

So when we compare this instance to what happened to Yugo, we can see a huge difference.

Unlike what happened to the dog (or any mortal), Yugo is still standing but is terribly shaking, coughing blood, and having an episode. His body is trying to get the poison out of his system by coughing but his body is still alive.

The only thing Yugo can say while in this situation is “It hurts”. My guy is in severe pain but he’s still breathing, I don’t think anyone in the history of the krosmoz has ever taken the poison like this, let alone a divinity of all people.

Yugo: “Sor…ry. The…pain.”

Bro even has the time to say sorry while kneeling on the ground and holding his stomach. He’s literally at death’s door, grasping for life, his body trying and struggling to reject the poison, and he still finds the time to apologize for something that wasn’t even his fault.

What a chad.

Amalia: “Yugo…He should already be…”

Adamaï: “My brother isn’t like everyone! He possesses the six primordial eliatrope dofus, if he manages to take hold of himself, then he can take it…”

Even Amalia is shocked that Yugo is still breathing. But Adamaï over here is telling her that he WILL survive this if he can perfectly control it with the eliatrope dofus.

And we all know how that ended up for him the last time he used them…

So Adamaï flies in and takes Yugo away from the banquet before he actually hurts somebody.

Adamaï: “Yugo, you have to focus. Or else you’ll destroy your kingdom or end up killing someone!”

But bro is not listening cuz the second Adamaï pulls him up, dude just overcharged himself before exploding AGAIN.

JUST LOOK AT THE DAMAGE!! THAT LITERALLY LOOKS LIKE A CRATER!! You can even see how perfect the circle looks from this shot.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, the moment you’ve all been waiting for.

AMALIA FUCKING GROWING SOME BALLS AND JUMPING ON THE OSAMODAS.

Nah cuz this scene was what we needed! THIS was the moment we wanted to see ever since that blue-skinned woman started breathing in front of our screens!!

As soon as Yugo caused another explosion, this was it for the stupid clown ‘royal’ family. They signed their death sentences and Amalia is fed up with their bullshit.

Cuz trying to make her marry one of their relatives, being disrespected by them while her brother did nothing, getting told to leave her home and kingdom, being told that she should be replaced, sure she could manage all that.

She can take it. But seeing her husband being poisoned like that on the same day that a wedding was supposed to happen AND having the osamodas randomly being there to witness it, was the last straw before she finally fucking snaps.

She had just lost her whole family in a short period, she wasn’t going to lose her husband to some clowns.

(Also what the fuck were they thinking of poisoning her husband when she had already lost so much?? Did they really think this whole thing wasn’t going to backfire on them??? What a bunch of amateurs.)

And look at them just standing there looking 😮😱😱😱😧😮 LIKE OF COURSE SHE WAS GONNA KILL Y’ALL, YOU BOTH LOOK LIKE THE ODD ONES OUT HERE ‼️‼️

They even looked caught off guard when they saw Yugo causing explosions.

You got Aurora over here with her dumb ugly bat pet looking all shocked, covering her mouth as if she was surprised to find out her dad’s shenanigans wouldn’t work. And then you got animal king over here realizing he fucked up.

And right when they get confronted for their repetitive bullshit, they see literal death looking back at them with the most bloodthirsty eyes they had ever seen before.

Amalia’s so pretty in this shot ready to rip them apart 🥰🥰

Like yes queen, cut them to pieces, we’re about to have a barbecue 🤤🤤

As soon as they get caught red-handed, that’s when they suddenly turn soft and act like victims.

Fatty: “Stay back my daughter, this girl has lost her mind.”

“StAy bAcK mY DAUghTEr, ThIs gIrL hAs-“

Shut yo dumbass up little boy you knew something like this would’ve happened stop playing with me.

He’s over here acting like a random passerby when a second ago he told Aurora that they should wait a little more for something to happen.

So when he gets cornered by the very same girl who he had disrespected and ignored in Season 4 and wanted to be replaced so his useless trophy daughter can take the throne, now she’s suddenly “lost her mind”???

Fuck you.

Amalia: “YOU MONSTERS! I WAS READY TO CONFIDE YOU MY KINGDOM!”

Fatty: “I don’t know what you’re imagining, girl, but…”

That useless fat fuck KEEPS PLAYING THE CARD VICTIM EVEN WHEN SHE HAS EVERY RIGHT TO BLAME HIM.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME????

WTF IS WRONG WITH THEM?!!?

She has EVERY RIGHT and he’s over here HEARING HER say that she was ready to give him the kingdom but this fatso is too high up his own ass to hear her cuz he’s still delusional and telling her he didn’t do shit. Even when she was this close to giving it to him, this guy was not budging from the victim card.

If I could spit at anyone in my life, it’d be him. What a sad excuse of a man. I bet my own kidney Chibi can take him in a fight.

This is literally my favourite panel of this WHOLE volume so far.

Amalia: “You poisoned my husband.”

I love it so much ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

LIKE YES FUCKING KILL THEM RIP THEM APART THEY’RE JUST STANDING THERE LIKE PROCESSED MEAT READY TO BE CUT‼️‼️‼️‼️

DO IT ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

I just love how the more Amalia becomes enraged, the more her speech bubbles tremble and shake, implying that she’s slowly but surely becoming more unhinged and losing it.

Fatty: “Crazy girl…”

Takes one to know one, bitch.

This chapter genuinely edged me, I WANNA SEE SOME BLOOD ALREADY‼️‼️

YOU’RE CO CLOSE JUST KILL THEM‼️‼️‼️‼️

DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DOT IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DOT IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DOT IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DOT IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DOT IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DOT IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DOT IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DOT IT DO IT DO IT-

I PRAY that these poor excuses of antagonists DO NOT appear in volume 2. The chapter cover of the tenth chapter only features the Sadida servant who poisoned Yugo and she looks completely calm, almost like Yugo’s explosions and Amalia and Aurora’s fight have calmed down.

SO PLEASE TOT PLEASE DON’T PUT THEM ANYWHERE ELSE ANYMORE.

Seasons 3, and 4, and the great wave’s first volume are already enough. So cut it out. Let me have a day where I don’t get a migraine just thinking about what kind of dumbassery these fake osamodas will do in the next chapter.

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chapter 21: would u rather ft eren

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“yo, wassup guys!” connie screamed into the camera. he was sitting in the passenger seat of jean’s car, as usual.

“today we’re back in the car-”

“-my car” jean interrupted.

you, connie and sasha all rolled your eyes.

“anyway, we’re back in jean’s car for would you rather part two, and we’ve got a not so special guest”

“you fucking cunt!” eren shouted from the backseat. he was sat behind connie, with his arm around you. you were sat in between him and sasha. connie mocked eren and flipped him off.

you rolled your eyes. “as this dumbass was saying, today we’re here with eren. aka photography guy. aka that one hot drummer. aka-.”

“bro can you thirst for him on twitter and not in the car.” connie said, gagging.

“not even thirsting, just being real.” you shrugged, making eren chuckle.

“someone spay this motherfucker.”

“shut the fuck up, we didn’t even mention what we’re eating today.” jean interrupted, once again. “sash?”

“today, we’re eating chick-fil-a! because eren’s never had it. allegedly.”

“allegedly?” he questioned.

“yes. anyway, we’ll see you when we get the goods.” sasha said, smiling.

🫧

“WE GOT THE FUCKING GOODS” sasha screamed. “now, we’re gonna get the questions and get this shit started.”

jean pulled out his phone and went into instagram to find the questions.

“alright. would you rather be hot and stupid or ugly and intelligent?”

“hot and stupid” connie responded. “i already am.” he smiled.

“delusional ass” jean replied.

“y’all, please stop gassing connie’s ugly ass up.” you said.

“y’all not funny.” he rolled his eyes.

“ugly and intelligent is obviously the right choice.”eren said.

“definitely.”

“DICKRIDER” connie shouted.

“bitch shut up. as i was saying, those scientist paychecks are heavy. if i’m getting paid millions, i wouldn’t give a fuck about how i looked.” you agreed.

“bitch think she mariah the scientist.”

you rolled your eyes and pulled connie’s ear. “you want me to beat your ass so bad.”

“hot and stupid. i could literally get a modeling job and i’d be rich too.” sasha argued, before taking a sip of her milkshake.

“okay, thats valid.” jean said. “nobody wants to be fucking stupid tho.”

“id rather be stupid than ugly.” connie piped in.

“you’re already both tho?” you said, making everyone giggle, except for connie.

“imma need you to choke on that chicken.”

“moving on.”

“would you rather be bald or have no teeth.” jean read out. “bald. no hesitation.”

“definitely bald, i could literally just wear wigs and nobody would know. those human hair wigs go crazy.” you said.

“being bald is crazy. i’m having no teeth and getting dentures.”

“connie, you’re literally one shave away from being bald” sasha told him. “i’m going bald too, i need my teeth.”

“my hair is my best feature. i’m getting dentures with connie.” eren said.

“my motherfucking man!” connie shouted and dapped eren up.

“you two are fucking insane.” jean grimaced.

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you guys did about 5 more would you rathers before ending the video.

“thats all for today guys, hope you enjoyed us screaming like children! see you in the next video!”

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Bakugo comforting your trauma

Mention of Blood, no gender mentioned, mention of death, mention of scratches.

Disclaimer: For all those people who have never experienced trauma so profound that it leaves you holding your breath and having nightmares for weeks, I hope you enjoy this story. For those who have, for various reasons, had to deal with situations that have traumatized you, well... I wrote this for us. because sometimes we would like someone to block those thoughts and take care of us.

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Since you had been moved to the dorms Bakugo, who you talked to often and despite his tendency to be standoffish, had started talking to you more until you had almost become friends. Lately he had been aware of hearing someone coming down the stairs of the dormitories and one night he had followed you.

"Go to sleep." He smacked your head lightly.

"I rather be here and hear the wind outside"

"I swear you stay up too damn late." Katsuki grumbles as he sat down on the couch next to you.

"You always do that. You should be in your dorm resting, especially for training tomorrow." You sigh, leaning on the couch and looking outside the window "You are one stubborn idiot..."

Katsuki mumbles as he takes another step toward you and sit down. He leaned back on the couch next to you. "I swear you are going to die from lack of sleep one day because you keep staying up late, idiot..." He grumbles as he stares at you. "I take some naps during the day."

"Yeah but that's not enough. Those naps only help a little bit, you should know that by now dumbass."

"The thruth is that I have insonnia, i don't usually sleep"

"Tsk." Katsuki had noticed this before. He knew you had some trouble sleeping but he didn't think it was that bad.

"Damn it, you shouldn't stay up so late then idiot."

"Even if i go to bed i... just stare at the ceiling till the sun rise, so i prefer to be here. You should go to sleep tho."

"I'm not leaving you alone here." This makes you smile a bit.

Katsuki stated bluntly as he stayed on the couch next to you. "Hum? Why" you ask.

"If you're going to be stupid and stay up late like this, then I'm not leaving you alone, idiot." He replies with a huff. It sounded like he was annoyed and angry, but deep down he was a little worried about you. "If i go to my room, will you go to yours?"

"Only if you promise that you will go to sleep." Katsuki replied with a bit of a huffy tone.

"I will try." Katsuki glanced outside, noticing the rain and how it suddenly appeared. He then looked back at you after realizing why it was suddenly raining. Yes. Your quirk.

Mainly your power reflected your mood, changing the weather for a kilometer from where you are, for example if you were sad it rained, if scared it thundered, if terrified there was lightning, if you were happy, it was rarely sunny. This is why since your arrival at that school no one had almost ever had a nice sunny day.

"Are you feeling pissed off or something? I swear, sometimes you piss me off without even trying." Katsuki says in a grumpy tone as he looks back outside. It was a lot more obvious now, the rain was pretty heavy.

" Why are you worrying so much about me." "I-I'm not worrying!"

You and Bakugo have been having this relationship-not exactly relationship for a while now. You weren't together, you had never confessed to each other, but you were always very close and talked a lot to each other like a couple. His face was slightly red when you laughed. Despite being good at hiding his feelings, it was obvious he was worried about you due to you lack of sleeping. "The weather change based on my mood, i think everyone is hating me for this, we can have sunny weather and heavy Rain in ten minutes"

Have you been feeling okay lately?"

Katsuki asked in a softer tone of voice as he looked over at you leaning on the windowsill. The rain outside continued to pour heavily, it was clear how much your mood affected weather patterns at this point.

"Let's go to the rooms, Kat." You say, approaching the stairs. It was two am. Katsuki also got up from the couch.

"Why the hell do you want to go to the dorms all of a sudden?"

"You should sleep" Katsuki grumbled and huffed, but agreed with you.

"Fine, I guess idiot. But you better promise me you're going to bed as well."

"Okay, but i can't promise i'll sleep." Katsuki rolled his eyes as he began walking over to the stairs and made his way up them.

"Damn it, I swear you are so damn stubborn. Just get in your room, dumbass." He follow you on the stairs.

"Goodnight, Kat." You opened the door to your room.

"Whatever. Good night, idiot."

Katsuki replied before going to his own dorm room. He entered his own dorm room. The room was organized neatly. The room was only lighted by one lamp in the room.

He went and laid down on his bed, but couldn't sleep. He was unable to get the thought of you out of his mind.

"Damn it..."

He muttered under his breath in frustration. Katsuki let out an annoyed sigh. He was trying to figure out what was wrong, why were you depressed all the time. Were you just a pessimistic person? Or were you struggling with something?

Maybe that's why your mood was down all the time.

Because of your versatile quirk that allowed you to not only shape the weather according to your mood, but also control the humidity and rain you created at will, you were able to create powerful vines to trap enemies and infuse them with lightning that you created. For this reason you were a valuable asset to the Pro Heroes. Bakugo knew that you had recently taken part in an important mission, and he also knew that many Heroes present on that mission had died in the process. What he didn't know was how much all of this had taken a toll on your psyche, because you were just barely a teenager, and all that brutality was suddenly on display before your eyes. But you promised the president to not say what the missions were about, so you didn't even had the chance to vent.

Katsuki was thinking about you and how you've been feeling so damn depressed lately. The only conclusion he could come to was that something happened on a mission that caused you to feel so down all the time.

"Damn it, what was that mission...?"

Katsuki mumbled to himself as he tried to figure out what the hell happened on that mission that caused you to be so damn depressed. He continued to lay in bed, tossing and turning. He couldn't shake the thoughts of you from his mind. He glanced out the window, and saw the rain still falling down on outside.

"Still raining..."

The next morning, Katsuki was having breakfast at the table in the kitchen with all the other students. He quickly noticed that you were absent from the table. He had a slight suspicion that you stayed up late again, but shook it off. After breakfast, they all went to training and he decided to wait you there.

Katsuki was in the training area with all the class, and noticed you also came into the area. He raised an eyebrow at the fact you were wearing a different uniform than usual, it was your battle uniform, the one you wear only when it's a mission time. Katsuki noticed the dark circles under your eyes. The realization hit him, you probably didn't sleep all night, yet again.

He continued to watch you train, keeping an eye on you to make sure you didn't injure yourself, and his concerned look turned into a slight glare. He noticed that the dark circles under your eyes were much more prominent than usual. He knew for a fact that you didn't sleep at all last night, and he could tell that the lack of sleep wasn't helping your mood. After the training session ended, Katsuki approached you, an annoyed expression on his face.

"You didn't get a damn wink of sleep again, did you?" He spoke in a blunt tone, as usual. "Nope"

Katsuki let out an annoyed huff as he looked at you. He noticed the dark circles under your eyes even more clearly up close. The lack of sleep was definitely affecting your mood, it was clear as day to him.

"Damn it, you idiot. I warned you last night to get some damn sleep and you didn't listen, did you?"

"I... Couldn't." You sigh. "Aizawa told me i have to go on a mission later... It's the same of last time." Katsuki's annoyance suddenly turned to shock, and then slight anger. He tensed up slightly when you told him that you were going on the same mission as last time.

"Damn it, you're going on that damn mission again, seriously?"

"I'm the only one with this quirk, that's why i'm in my battle uniform." Katsuki's anger and frustration grew.

"Damn it, why does it have to be you again, idiot?" Katsuki grumbled, clenching his fists as he continued to glare at you. You sigh again and rub a hand on your face.

"I can't tell what's it's about." Katsuki's irritation grew because he knew something was obviously off, and it was probably related to the last damn mission.

"Damn it, why can't you tell me about it? Are they seriously keeping you from speaking about it again? That's bullshit"

"I had to promised to the pro Heroes , it's top secret." Katsuki huffed in frustration. He knew damn well that this was bullshit, and he hated that he couldn't pry the information out of you.

"Damn it, are you seriously gonna keep this secret from me again? I at least want to know if you'll be safe, idiot!"

"Of course i won't, it's a mission. Last time pro heroes died, we are studying to be heroes." Katsuki's irritation was still present, but the mention of the heroes death made his expression soften slightly. He knew damn well how dangerous these missions could be, and he didn't want something happening to you.

"Damn it. Just... be careful, alright? You better come back in one piece, idiot."

"Are you worried about me, Kat?" Katsuki grumbled as you chuckled at his words. He let out a huff and crossed his arms, trying to look annoyed.

"Hmph. Don't let it get to your head, idiot. I just don't want to see your sorry ass get hurt again."

In that moment you see the Heroes waiting for you. "Gotta go, see ya at dinner. Maybe." Katsuki huffed and grumbled as he saw the other Heroes waiting for you. He didn't like that you had to go on another damn mission like this, but he knew he couldn't stop you.

"Hmph. See ya, idiot. You better come back tonight, got it?"

But later that evening... Katsuki was sitting at the dinner table with the rest of the class, eating dinner. Everything was relatively normal, until you walked into the dorm with a shocked expression on your face. Your uniform almost completely destroyed. You didn't talk, you just went to your room with a shocked expression.

Katsuki's concerned expression turned to slight panic and he watched you go straight to your room without saying a word and he quickly excused himself from the dinner and went to your room. He knocked on the door gently, concerned about what the hell happened on that mission.

"Hey, you in there, idiot?"

"Hm." Katsuki heard a small hum come from the other side of the door, indicating that you were in your room. He took that as a sign that you were letting him in.

He opened the door slightly and stepped in, closing the door behind him.

Katsuki look at you and noticed how your shocked and dazed expression.

"Hey, dumbass, mind telling me what the hell happened?"

But you were just sitting on the floor already in your pigiama, staring at the wall.

Katsuki's concerned expression turned to a horrified one as he looked at you. Your dazed and shocked expression, your uniform was in almost tatters, and you had multiple scars all over your legs from your Battle uniform.

Katsuki's eyes widened slightly, and he approached you carefully, trying not to startle you.

"Hey, dumbass, are you okay? What the hell happened on that mission?! What happened to you?"

"Infermery girl patched me up..." You spoke softly. Katsuki sat down next to you, his eyes still widened with concern.

"Jesus Christ. You look like you went through hell and back. Damn it..."

He looked at your scars more closely, they looked to be pretty fresh, but you only look at him numb. Katsuki noticed the emotionless look in your eyes. The sight terrified him, he'd never seen you look so numb before.

"Idiot, are you alright? You're... you're scaring the hell outta me right now."

Katsuki's voice was soft, almost uncharacteristically soft for him.

"I.... Aizawa told... I will rest for a week... No class no training no missions."

Katsuki's expression remained concern, but he was glad to hear that you wouldn't be taking part in any class or training for the week.

"Damn it, good. You need to rest for a damn week, it looks like you went through hell and back on that mission." Katsuki mumbled, looking down at your legs, his eyes glued to the fresh scars on your legs.

"Tonight was... I never ... I don't know what to Say."

Katsuki continued to look at you, still concerned and worried. He could tell that something had deeply affected you from that mission.

"Damn it, idiot, something really messed you up, didn't it? You don't have to say anything if you don't want to, I just... I want to know what the hell happened. Can you at least tell me that?"

"I never saw so much blood."

Katsuki's eyes widened slightly at your words. He could tell that whatever you saw on that mission had deeply affected you. He couldn't imagine how much blood you saw for you to be in this state.

"Jesus Christ... no wonder you look so messed up. How... how much blood did you see on that mission, idiot?"

You shake your head and cover your face with your hands. Katsuki watched you. He could tell that whatever happened, it was extremely traumatic.

Katsuki's expression turned from concern to pure worry. He hesitantly reached out and gently touched your arm, trying to provide some comfort.

"Hey, hey... it's okay. You don't have to say anything, idiot. Just... just breath, okay?"

You can't talk as you hug him tight for the first time. Katsuki was slightly surprised but returned the hug tighter. He could feel you shaking slightly in his arms, and he could tell how much this was affecting you.

"Hey, it's okay... you're okay. I'm right here, it's alright..."

Katsuki's voice was soft and comforting as he held you in his arms. He is doing his best to provide some comfort. He wasn't exactly used to comforting people, but he wanted to try for your sake.

"Just breath, y/n. You're okay, you're safe... just take deep breaths."

Katsuki murmured, one hand holding you close while the other gently rubbed your back in a soothing manner.

"I.... I fight them. We won. They were 40 villains, we didn't know It." Katsuki's eyes widened in shock as you spoke. Forty villains? That sounded like a damn nightmare. He could only imagine the hell you went through on that mission.

"Jesus Christ, how the hell did you survive that? Forty villains... how the hell did you and the Heroes beat them?"

"Infermery girl saved me so i just have scratches." Katsuki's concern grew. He knew damn well that you were just downplaying what you went through.

"Damn it, you idiot... you're just downplaying it. I bet you went through a lot more than just scratches... damn it." Katsuki pulled you closer to him, still holding you tightly in his arms. "Thanks Kat,i feel better in your arms." Katsuki's expression softened slightly as you sighed and smiled. He felt a small wave of relief wash over him, knowing that he was at least providing some comfort for you. Katsuki tightened his hold on you, but not too much that it would hurt, just enough to keep you close to him.

"Just relax, idiot. You need to rest. You went through a lot..."

"Hmm." Despite his rough and aggressive demeanor, he took great pride in being someone you could trust.

You stay like that for a while, cuddled up as you slowly calm down, with him holding you lovingly in his arms.

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Sexiest Podcast Character — Unscripted Bracket — Round 5

Propaganda

Gable (Campaign: Skyjacks):

7ft tall silver-haired thembo of a fallen angel. was the literal sword of god until they killed him! reasons slightly unclear but probably sure to forbidden queer love! super caring for their friends. has one friend they have known for hundreds of years who they HATE but are bound to by the red string of fate. their sword is a part of them, they can sheathe it into a tattoo. they start out indistinct at the edges but as they have continued on through the campaign they have become more and more distinct. they became a flaming engine of justice to kill their friends shitheaded older brother who was following him. they have learned enough necromancy to allow other fallen angels to die, even though they typically cannot. they fly giant birds in to battle.

7ft tall beefcake wielding a sword as tall as they are. vengeful sweetheart

Imagine now: a fallen angel with beautiful gray hair and very big muscles. Now imagine them with a 9 ft sword. Now imagine them as a helmsperson of a pirate ship in a flowy deep-v pirate shirt. Now imagine they're dumb as a fucking rock. And finally, imagine that they killed god. Here, you have made Gable Skyjacks: sexiest podcast character of all time.

7ft tall nonbinary/genderfluid thembo fallen angel sky pirate who wields a buster sword. silvergrey hair with black/gold streaks as they regain feathers/memories of before their fall. back is covered in tattoos that hide the scars of their shredded off wings. killed God. toxic exes with lucifer. they are the keeper of several giant war birds who occasionally crave human flesh. they enjoy getting rowdy/smoking rope with their boys. they collect rocks that they think are neat. When anyone admits they are attracted to them, Gable trips over their words and absolutely swaglessly ends up sounding stupider and sexier by the end of the conversation; the will they/won't they and teasing they dish out to these (un?)lucky few is palpable. Sometimes the buster sword is on fire. They are immortal, they are cringe, they are trying to atone because they believe they are the reason the world is ruined.

Okay so aside from all of the above (giant with a matching giant flaming sword, killed god, extreme dumbass), here's some more propaganda for Gable the Godkiller.

They've escaped death multiple times with their partner in... crime? Like literally they were about to be executed in the most brutal way possible and just. Escaped and killed all their captors in the snowy wastelands.

They are the helmsperson of the Uhuru and take this job very seriously and definitely haven't left it to Bowser (you know, like from Mario) multiple times. Can steer that flying ship in horrible weather and still make it to port safely.

Healed an entire fucking hospital by cutting their hair for someone they had the hots for who was also in the hospital. Imagine being on that level of myth making in some random port city because of a hair cut.

Giant bird caretaker and also took the giant birds out on their friend's bachelor party (this was like. his Xth polyamorous marriage at this point btw) and had a fucking blast getting high on some rope and fucking around. They've also flown these birds into combat and looked cool as hell doing it (see: killing their friend's shithead of an older brother in a joust).

Had a relationship with Lucifer the Morning Star before they fell as an angel and killed God. Literally the reason the stars fell was their love for each other. The world would not look the same without Gable and they are, at the very least indirectly responsible for the creation of the Church of the Slain God and everything it represents (fantasy Catholicism).

And also yeah they are regularly tripping over themself and saying very silly things. 10/10 character we love Liz Anderson and Gable in this house

I am seeing people say that this Nicky fellow is basically trans! That's very cool! Gable is actually trans. Pronouns they/them/any presentation whatever they feel like.

Gable held a bachelor party for a BFF where the attendees hunted from their sky birds, wore dresses, and still managed to keep their eyeliner on point!

Gable killed God because he wouldn't let them be queer. They should rightfully crush anyone in their path.

We are finally going up against a character I know. I can confidently say all sexy moments with Gable are much sexier than TAZ's largely off-screen romances. Mod Note: This was written during the poll versus Killian Fangbattle.

Nicky Close (Dungeons & Daddies):

One armed half-demon man with a sword (also a Dedicated, Involved, Loving Father). (Specifically campaign 2, where he is an adult)

Transmasc bisexual (or at least so widely accepted as such it's basically canon) dilf half-demon let's start with the basics

And by half-demon I mean the literal prince of Hell

But also simultaneously is Saint Nicolas get you a man who can do both specifically this man

Missing an arm cause his ex-friends tragically betrayed him and shot it off but he doesn't need two arms to show you a good time wink wink ;)

The betrayal in question forced him to be seperated from his also hot milf voice actress wife and their son which is sad but in like a way that makes him sexier

Uses his one hand to wield a flaming katana that he used to rescue his son from the FBI

Protects his family with his life very literally which is hot as hell

Big himbo energy couldn't come up with a good plan if he used 100% of his brain

When he does fail at things it's pretty cute honestly

Definitely played a variety of musical instruments before the whole arm thing happened! Maybe he still does idk he's a sexy mystery

2 in 1 deal! This man was born from the merging of two timelines! Kinda sick!!! Also two dads = twice the daddy issues

You'd think the whole being forcibly split from his family thing would mean he isn't very close with his son but nope! His son adores him! They get along great!!!

His mom is simultaneously alive and dead

His mom bagged fucking two different dudes (one of whom FOUND HER DEAD in a different timeline, both of which are demons)

HIS MOMS NAME IS MORGAN FREEMAN, HIS DAD’S NAME IS GLENN CLOSE, AND HIS OTHER DAD’S NAME IS JODIE FOSTER, AND HIS GREAT SOMETHING GRANDFATHER’S NAME IS MERYL STREEP

HIS SONS NAME IS TAYLOR SWIFT

Lifelong pot smoker 👍 (plus drug flower user!!)

CANONICALLY BOTH A POLO WEARER (and yes, has all the stereotypes of that attached with it — a nerd, which is hot) AND A LEATHER JACKET WEARER (which also has all the stereotypes attached with it — a rebel dude person, which is also hot) [<- all widely accepted as canon by the fandom even as he’s older]

A part of the SECOND BIGGEST ship of season two, (Nark) despite the two characters only having one-two canon interactions (one of which JUST happened last episode)

Man’s a himbo what’s hotter than that

So many fucking names. You try to tag him in anything and he takes up half the space. That’s probably hot. For someone out there

This was already mentioned but so very very trans. Like. It’s basically canon

Rock and roll(er)

Joined a group of thieves called the watermice when he was like 13

for a few minutes had a guitar called the Battle Axe of Hatred

definitely had an frienimies with benefits relationship with his childhood friend Lark (sorry ppl that don’t ship nark lol) (it’s canon after ep 44 hah)

I feel like the audio of the entire Nick-breaking-into-the-FBI scene should be propaganda, but I'm copying select bits from the transcript:

Anthony: Yeah, it kind of echoes up through the vent, like the beginning of Metal Gear Solid. You hear a voice that strikes you as ever so slightly familiar, Taylor. Saying—  ??: [a deep voice] [echoing in the vent] Where is he?  Anthony: You hear—  Will: Uh-oh, he’s hot.  Anthony: —a bunch of shouting voices.  [giggles]  Beth: Uh-oh! Anthony: You hear a bunch of shouting voices and people shouting for him to get down on the ground to turn off his flame. To fucking get his hands behind his back. You hear this rhythmic stepping forward— because his footsteps don't sound like anybody else's because it's almost like… y’know when you toss a little bit of water onto a really hot pan and it just sizzles like that? It's like every footstep he's taking, you can hear that— Freddie: Cool  Anthony: — and you can feel some of that heat coming up in this vent, even though you can't see him at this point. And he goes—  ??: [echoing] Where. Is. My. Boy? Anthony: You hear the FBI agent—the FBI in quotation marks agent—in the back going like—  Agent: [echoing] He's safe for now. If you want to go ahead and make sure that he stays that way, you feel free to go ahead and step inside the suite that we've prepared for you, my boy. Anthony: And you hear the hot guy voice saying—  [chuckles]  The Hot Guy: [echoing] I don't think that's going to happen.

...

[a powerful rush of air builds] Anthony: You hear—  [gunfire, and the air rush culminates in a burst of flame; from underneath the fire, metal music starts playing] Anthony: —plumes of flame exploding.  [a person’s pained shout, gunfire and bursts of flame continue]  Anthony: You can feel the heat radiating through this metal vent and it's actually beginning to hurt and burn your hands.

...

Anthony: And you hear blood—  [sizzling]  Anthony: —hitting the fucking ground and you hear sizzling and things boiling and burning. Taylor: That could just be coffee! That could just be coffee. Link, let's go. Anthony: And you are getting closer and closer to the elevator. And you hear that same hot voice say—  The Hot Guy: [echoing] Where the hell is Taylor?

Gable and Nicky Together:

We are on a joint ticket now! This is a truly unbeatable combo. Not even god can nerf it because Gable killed him. Vote for us. Nicky Close will watch your stuff and play with your cats while Gable gives you the night of your life.

Gable and Nicky can literally be yuor angle or ur bevil.

Kravitz (The Adventure Zone: Balance):

Grim Reaper. So hot he managed to date Taako from TV

gotta be krav

Art of Gable and Nicky from @slightlyhopefulromantic.

[unofficially-ace]

Star thoughts/liveblog (spoilers ahead ofc)

- If Splashtail is holding kittens hostage have you guys tried….driving him out? It’s literally one guy against the whole of Riverclan, just keep him away from the kits and there won’t be an issue???

- The conflict is kinda stupid I can’t lie, this could be solved if everyone in Riverclan wasn’t such a dumbass

- Cloverfoot is going to die in this battle I can smell it

- I can’t believe we’re getting fascism explained to us through warrior cats

- Berryheart fell down the crunchy mom -> alt right pipeline real

- This book is making me like Tigerheartstar wtf

- Frostpaw I would die for you

- Harestar you’re the most annoying mf ever please die

- What is it with Riverclan and their camp being turned into a prison every other series

- Graysludge and Mistslime are objectively hilarious names

- What happened to Splashtail being compelling why is he just cartoonishly evil and insane now

- There are not enough supporters of Splashtail to make give this any stakes come onnnn, he has like 5 people actually on his side

- I love Berryheart she’s so fucked up

- Wtf is Owlnose doing, why is he siding with Splashtail for no reason??

- Sunbeam you are so stupid my god

- ‘She didn’t realise what she was doing’ yes she did lmao

- RIP Berryheart you were the most compelling villain of the series

- That makes 2 dead female villains and we’re stuck with the boring male one….

- Owlnose you just killed someone don’t try and make me feel bad for you

- ‘The last thing she ever did was save you’ just like Curlfeather….the parallels…

- This feels like setup for Froststar ngl

- I can’t believe Nightheart is the only guy with a braincell here

- Is fogstar going to be a thing??? She hasn’t even been mentioned once before this book

- Riverclan is so stupid it actually pains me

- Why are we still calling them Greysludge and Mistslime that’s literally so mean lol, just call them by their apprentice names

- The tension is actually really good

- Not exactly liking how Splashtail seems to be genuinely mentally I’ll and that’s why he’s evil…

- He’s fuckin dead and we’re only halfway through?? Now what?

- So glad Frostpaw got to be the one to kill him though, that was so satisfying

- Riverclan you can justify all you want but at the end of the day you’re fuckin stupid

- The second he started doing murders y’all should’ve turned on him and it would all be fine

- Hi Mothwing when did you get here

- Lol fuck those guys (fognose and breezeheart)

- Goddamn Berryheart’s funeral scene is some of the best writing I’ve seen in a warriors book for a while, these are genuinely interesting emotions to explore

- Ewww I don’t wanna think about frost having a crush on splash stop bringing this up my god

- Oh fuck yes Frostpaw and Curlfeather angst

- If the rest of this book is just emotional conflict I will be more than happy with it

- Don’t kill off Frostpaw I swear to god

- Kate Cary I’m putting my trust in you

- This scene would make an incredible animation

- Might be my new favourite chapter of warrior cats ever holy shit that SLAPPED

- Fuck off Nightheart I need more Frostpaw

- Having Nightsky and Nightheart is so confusing

- Thunderclan can’t go two seconds without an argument (usually started by Lionblaze)

- I kinda love this type of conflict, it’s much more interesting than Splashtail being crazy

- Podlight is still here???

- Tree does something as a mediator for the first time ever

- Who tf is emberstar (if they’re relevant in Riverstar’s SE then I haven’t read it lol)

- The fact that I genuinely can’t tell if Frostpaw will survive is so good

- Please let the rest of the chapters be Frostpaw I don’t gaf about the others right now

- Whistlebreeze is the cutest name

- Frostdawn!!!! Also cute as fuck

- ICESTAR REALLLLL LETS GO

- Oh my god this chapter is gonna make me cry

- Sunbeam is pregnant and I want to explode

- And that’s a wrap on ASC , genuinely actually enjoyed this book, especially the second half. The emotional conflict was really interesting I gotta be honest, Frostdawn’s almost-dead scenes were so fun and had really good tension. The conflict with Splashtail ended up getting really stale, I’m glad he was killed halfway through because I couldn’t have dealt with that being dragged out for a whole book

[vorrentis]

Nayeon x Reader x Tzuyu - Something Worth Fighting For (Part 3)

Hope you enjoy it!

Revised this one quite a bit.

Words: 6212

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Students were walking past you as you stood watching, waiting for both of your friends, well, lesser friends it would seem as of it yesterday when learned of what you've done.

You didn't try to give any effort to make physical contact with them yesterday, you attempted multiple texts and calls, but no response from either.

So here you are at school, hoping to talk with them there in the morning, but they weren't talking to you obviously.

No talking, no contact, no looking, nothing...it hurt.

You saw their expressions, they were both clearly distraught with Tzuyu depressed and Nayeon being upset.

And speaking of Nayeon...

Here she was approaching the parking lot as you waited by their car, head down with a frown.

"Nayeon," you called out as her head looked up and instantly a scowl appeared, "Nayeon-"

"Move," She ordered.

BEEP

She unlocked her car as you stood by the driver's door.

"Nayeon, I know what I did was idiotic, but it wasn't life-threatening as they said."

"Neither of us asked you to do something so stupid (YN)! Your damn life (YN)...you risked your f'ing life for nothing!" She yelled and that got some of the students to look at you two as you shook your head.

"Nothing? I got you into the agency," you reasoned as Nayeon scoffed.

"Yeah, that's the ONLY reason why we got in. I think that Mr. Huin didn't even want us, that he was forced to come to see us because of what you did." She poked your torso as you shook your head.

"N-no, that's not true Nayeon. He loved your talent and-"

"I mean we've only been doing this for years now and all of a sudden he wants to see us? A day after what you did! If we were so talented then explain that!?"

"..." You were thinking of a comeback but nothing valid could be thought of.

"See...we were pitied and for you to be such a dumbass into harming yourself. You know how much that killed us...we didn't ask you for that (YN)."

"..."

As those words sunk in, your eyes averted from Nayeon to Tzuyu who was walking towards the two of you behind Nayeon, looking down as well after spotting you both.

"Tzuyu," you called but no answer, no eye contact, "Tzu please, it wasn't your fault," you repeated as she avoided your gaze and went to the passenger's seat of Nayeon's car, "Tzu, please I-I didn't mean what I said yesterday."

"..."

CLICK

She opened the door and closed it just as fast as you felt encumbered.

SLAM

While you were diverted to Tzuyu's side, Nayeon got into her car as you called her out.

CLICK

"Nayeon, Nayeon?"

SLAM

"Tzu, Nay, I'm sorry, I am..." You said through the windows as neither gave another look to you and without much effort after, they reversed and drove off as you felt no energy to give another word or step, "...fuck,"

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TIMESKIP

THREE DAYS LATER

It's been three days since they knew what you've done.

You sent a text and called both girls probably every hour since then, except the night and school hours but neither was responding.

You've seen both at school as well, but both ignored you, but you kept trying to make contact, but neither bothered to raise their heads to you.

And you caused it.

The one promise you made to yourself, keeping them upbeat and happy, supporting them and you broke it.

Thinking about it now, they were right to be upset at you, you risked your life just for them to be trainees.

Trainees!

You weren't thinking straight back when you made your stand, but now...yeah you almost killed yourself...you could have frozen to death, but you didn't, you just got sick.

That's no excuse still for what you committed.

There was no positive to what you did, it wasn't smart of you but it wasn't like you would die in the rain right?

Worse could have been a bad cold.

Plus there were staff and trainees there, so it wasn't like you were left off, you just wanted to make a point and stand.

But besides harming yourself, you could see how Nayeon and Tzuyu would think that they don't deserve the spots...god you made it worse.

You made them lose their trust in themselves.

In you.

You lost them.

'What can I do...'

.

.

.

KNOCK KNOCK

"(YN)?" You heard your mom's voice through the door.

"Yeah?" You said uninterested as the door opened.

"I'm going to leave for a couple of hours for errands. Dad is here." She explained as her head was at the slight opening of the door.

"Alright," you said again uninterested as you didn't look at her.

Your mom stayed for a second and opened the door more.

"Honey, are you okay? The past few days I've noticed you seem, upset?"

"Yeah, I'm okay, I'm just...school's been hard on me, but I'm good mom." You feint a smile at her, but moms know best.

"...is it regarding Nayeon and Tzuyu? Did you three have a fight or something?"

'You have no idea,'

"No, no they're just...busy," you excused as your mom gave a few seconds to think about that.

"I'm sorry sweetie, I know you three are close so it can't be easy for you. I know they're working hard, but you can go with them too you know. I'm sure the agency won't mind if you tag along."

"...sure, I'll ask." You lied going with her story.

"And you know the two need your support." She kept going as you nodded.

"Yeah mom, next time I'll go with them." You said with no energy whatsoever as your mom sighed.

"...(YN) is everything really alright?" She sounded concerned for you.

You looked at your mom with a feint smile once more.

"Yes mom, everything is alright." You lied once more.

"...okay. Just if anything is wrong (YN), you can talk to me or dad."

"I know mom, thank you." You hated that you were lying to her, but you didn't want her to be upset either.

"Okay, I'll be back soon."

"Bye mom, love you."

"Love you too." And with that...

SLAM

.

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.

.

RRRRIIIINNNNGGGG

Your eyes widened at and quickly checked the ID of your phone, hoping it was either of the two, but the caller surprised you.

"What does he-"

You answered it and held it to your ear.

"Mr. Huin?"

"Good afternoon (YN)."

"Uh, good afternoon?"

"Sorry for disturbing you, I need to talk about Nayeon and Tzuyu. I'm calling because I have yet to get their forms back. I haven't been able to contact them since I don't have their information, I would contact their guardians, but I don't have their contacts either. But I have yours, so I called you. (YN) have they changed their mind? Did they not like NV?"

"No, they uh, it's stupid, but they figured out what I did outside of your agency and it's been a block for them," you explained to him.

"Oh, well, I'm sorry about that,"

You closed your eyes.

"It's not your agency or anything...it's my stupid fault, all mine. We haven't spoken since we left the agency, a few sentences, but that's it."

"Well don't worry (YN). They're just upset, it'll go away."

"I hope so..." then you thought of what Nayeon said to you, "Mr. Huin? Can I ask you something, I know you are busy, but there's something that both of them are thinking that involves you."

"Go ahead,"

"When you accepted to see them at the concert, did you go because of what I showed you or because of what I did?" You asked.

"I get it, they think they aren't good enough and I was forced to go see and accept them."

"Yeah..."

"Well no, I wasn't forced to do anything, I saw what you showed me (YN). I'm serious."

You took released a breath.

At least that was answered.

"Listen to me (YN), everything will be alright, don't worry. I saw how close you three were during the tour, that's something that's not going away. You did go to the extreme to get them here, of course, they are to be naturally upset at you being your best friends. But, you were doing it for them. That's something that they'll learn in time. Just give them space and allow them to think about it. It's occasionally the best way to deal with it."

"..." 

"Don't worry about it much (YN), now sorry for the cut, but I need their contact information."

"Yeah...yeah. Um, I'll text the numbers to you."

"Thank you...now I have to go, but don't worry. Thank you (YN), goodbye."

"Goodbye, Mr. Huin."

And with that, the call ended and you stared up at the ceiling.

'But for how long...'

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MEANWHILE

Nayeon was sitting at her desk doing homework, well as best as she could.

Her thoughts were just filled with you.

The past few days have been bad.

She was still angry at you, not as much as the first day, but it's still there.

Tzuyu wasn't fairing better, she was quiet now.

Not to mention NV, she hasn't told her parents about what happened. 

She lied to them about them calling her back for further instructions, even though they were allowed to be there now with just some signed forms that they have given them.

Tzuyu neither, she said she didn't tell them about what happened either.

Nayeon tapped on her phone to see her, Tzuyu, and you on her wallpaper, smiling at the camera while posing or winking at the screen.

She saw the smiles of the three and their closeness and now it felt all gone.

'Everything just went wrong...' She thought, 'one minute we were just about to sign as trainees, next, I was slapping (YN) and both of us just ran out of the building...(YN)...what on earth drove you to do such a thing? Then s/he tried to hide it from us? How could s/he hide such a thing?'

.

.

.

RRRRIIIINNNNGGGG

Suddenly her phone's screen changed and saw Tzuyu on ID, picking it up with haste.

"Tzu?"

"Nayeon?"

"Hey,you okay?" Nayeon asked.

"Mr. Huin is here with us. On the call."

"Hello, Nayeon." 

Nayeon recognized that voice and her eyes widened.

"Mr. Huin? Oh...I'm sorry. It's been busy and-"

"No worries, that's actually why I'm calling you both right now. Tzuyu was kind enough to put this on a multi-call. I wanted to ask you. I already asked Tzuyu: have changed your mind about NV right?"

"No I haven't sir," Nayeon said, "It's...issues occurred that we couldn't really discuss yet."

"Issues with (YN) right."

Nayeon jolted.

"He knows Nayeon," Tzuyu said on her end.

"Before I called Tzuyu, I called (YN). I know what he did was stupid, but  s/he s/he did so anyway because he cared for you two...how much do you know exactly?"

"Just that s/he did that..." Tzuyu spoke.

"Guess you don't know the whole story then?"

"Does it matter?" Nayeon spoke up.

"It does."

Nayeon was confused, baffled actually.

"...Mr. Huin, no offense, but why do you care about this?" Nayeon asked the NV boss.

"Because it's my job to take care of my trainees and staff."

"But we're not-"

"Not yet. Now I won't force you to listen to the story, but either way we need to talk about you two about being at NV...do you two really want to be here?"

"Yes." "Yes."

Both girls agreed simultaneously.

"Are you sure? Because from what (YN) told me. You two have doubts now."

"..." "..."

"When (YN) and I talked, s/he told me about you two: how much you poured your time, energy and heart into training, singing, dancing, performing, and yet failing, and almost giving up. But you didn't...you didn't give up and you gave a hell of a performance that can match up to idols, but now you girls have doubt about whether I really wanted you both. Yes, NV would love to take you two girls in. I wasn't forced to take you both in. But I'll admit, I didn't know either of you two before (YN) arrived, that's my fault and something that I would have a stern talking with my scouts, but I didn't take you because of what (YN) did. I took you two in because of what (YN) showed me. You two have the talent that NV would be lucky to have and grow with. Yes I did feel bad for (YN), but I still have a label to run as well and I saw two idols in the making that I had to sign before anyone else does.Yes, s/he could have waited for an appointment, yes s/he could have shown me another time, but with your concert the next day, I'm sure s/he knew that you two would perform the absolute best in front of a frenzied crowd rather than a stuffy room with myself and four others. And I'm sure s/he didn't tell you girls about me just so that you two wouldn't be as focused knowing that a label company was watching you at that instance."

Nayeon and Tzuyu remembered the day before the concert. 

What you showed them about the pics and the other idols failing about them not giving up, it was all your plan.

"I know you two are something special and can become something big. And if s/he was willing to go that far then s/he knows that as well. I can't tell you to just come together and hug it out, but just know that (YN) only has you two at his mind and heart."

"..."

"..."

Both girls took in his words.

"...Mr. Huin...how long can you wait?" Nayeon asked.

"Take as long as you need. If you change your mind, I won't argue. Now unless you have any questions, I must be off."

"No,"

"None,"

"Okay then, hopefully, I'll see you two soon here. Have a nice day."

And with that, Mr. Huin hung up, leaving Tzuyu and Nayeon to their thoughts and themselves.

"Nayeon?"

"Yeah..."

"What do you think?" Tzuyu asked Nayeon.

"...he's right...I know s/he is...(YN) has done a lot for us, but this time...he just went too far. But I think s/he thought that s/he had to go that far, when we told him about-"

"Us giving up?" Tzuyu spoke up causing Nayeon to stop, "I felt awful Nayeon, guilty that I couldn't see his face knowing that s/he hurt himself for us...' 

"I know Tzuyu. And I was angry at him, so angry that I didn't even think about him just helping us. I was angry for the same."

"...Nayeon...I want to talk to (YN),"

Nayeon heard her partner's question.

"...not yet. There's something I need to check first."

"What?"

"What else could s/he be lying about, what else is s/he keeping from us? If we go to him now. We know s/he won't confess. Probably even lie to us just to keep us calm. And I can't...I can't be calm knowing that he's doing other things like this behind our back." Nayeon said.

"...Then what do we do?"

"...Can you come over? I have an idea."

"I'll meet you there." And with that Tzuyu hung up.

Nayeon sighed and stood up from her desk, leaving her room and went to find her mom.

Luckily she didn't need her.

She found what she was looking for on the couch in the living room.

Her mom's phone.

Nayeon then picked her phone up, turned it on, and went to her contacts.

She then got her own phone and went to her phone app and found what she was looking for and typed it on her phone, closing the contacts app and placed her mom's phone back where it was and hurried up the stairs back to her room.

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-MEANWHILE-

"I wonder what's really going on," your mom thought while she was heading to the market.

She was thinking about you on the way and knew something was up and was quite sad you weren't telling her what was going on.

The past few days you were silent and bored, you were never like that and it started when you came back from the tour with them, not telling her what happened that day either.

Something had to have happened with you, Nayeon, and Tzuyu.

Maybe you had a bad fight or something or maybe it was like she said they were busy at NV and you all alone.

They were your only two friends, best friends, sometimes she wonders more than-

RRRRIIIINNNNGGGG

Her phone started to ring and she looked at the ID on the dashboard of an unkown number.

She answered it anyway by pressing call on her wheel.

"Hello?"

"Ms. (LN), it's Nayeon."

Your mom directed her look at the dashboard, as if Nayeon was there.

"Nayeon?"

"We need to talk Ms. (LN), about (YN)."

Your mom's eyes kept her staring at the dashboard and back at the roads quickly as a car turned into her lane.

"I-is everything okay?" 

"Do you know where (location) is at? By (###) street?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Can we meet you there?"

"Nayeon you're scaring me sweetie."

"I know and I'm sorry, but Tzuyu and I need your help."

"...Fine. I'll be there in ten minutes," 

"Thank you, we'll explain everything." And with that Nayeon hung up as your mom was getting scared.

'(YN), what's going on.' She thought.

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-TIMESKIP-

Your mom just parked in a parking lot of a tea shop and got out of her car and entered the building.

"Hello~ Would you like a table or is this a to-go?" A girl at the register said as your mom looked at her.

"I'm with a couple of others," Your mom replied back and started to look around and noticed a table with two occupants that contacted her, "I'm with them," she told the staff member and she nodded back.

"Okay, you can go sit with them, someone will be there in a minute."

Your mom nodded and walked towards them and they saw her approaching.

"Nayeon, tell me what's imp-" She asked, but she stopped midway as she saw up close the emotionless looks on their faces, "what's going on?" She asked immediately as Nayeon turned to her.

"Ms. (LN), we need your help."

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-TIMESKIP-

'The number you have dialed is not-"

"Yeah yeah I know..." You said as you hung up the call.

You called Tzuyu and she didn't pick up as you were about to send a text to Nayeon when...

KNOCK KNOCK

You looked at the door while on your bed with your phone.

"Yeah?"

The door opened to reveal your mom.

"Hey, mom." You said as normally as you can without showing any signs of sadness, "done with errands already?"

"(YN), we need to talk." Your mom demanded as she walked in.

"Okay...is everything all right?"

Your mom then walked in and closed the door behind her, the crestfallen look still on her face as she kept her gaze on you as she sat on the bed next to you.

"Mom?" You asked again with more concern.

Her face still remained and she didn't answer.

It was giving you scary thoughts, did something happen?

Are Tzuyu and Nayeon okay?!

A shocked looked overcame you as you thought of the two.

"A-Are Tzuyu and Nayeon okay?"

Your mom's expression changed from a down to a surprised look.

"Yes (YN), they are fine." She said to reassure you, "but I've learned of what you've done to get the two into the agency."

Your shoulders dropped.

"Why?!"

You swallowed some saliva as it cleansed the dryness from your throat.

"You could have frozen to death!"

"...I-"

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!"

You jumped at her volume.

"(YN)! How could you be so stupid!"

"..."

"God and you lied to me as well...what in the hell is wrong with you! I didn't raise my son to act this way! Why are you going to the extent of helping the two out!"

"...T-They're my friends."

"Friends?! Friends share food, they laugh together, they hang out...friends don't die for each other!"

Your body shrank in itself as your mom sighed in disbelief.

"...(YN)...please tell me. Have you done anything like this before-"

"No no no, this was the only time."

"Don't lie (YN)!" She instantly stood up and felt frightened at her shout.

"I'm not. I swear to god I'm not lying. I talked to other agencies, but I haven't done anything like that for them."

Your mom saw the frightened look in your eyes.

"You...you've been talking to agencies?"

You nodded.

"Yeah, yeah on my laptop, you can check, but I swear I didn't do anything like that for them. Please believe me."

She saw your eyes looking right at hers.

Your mom then sighed.

Your frightened emotions were going down.

"But tell me (YN), why go that far...no lies, no bullshit...tell me why!?"

"They gave up." You said suddenly and quickly.

"...What do you mean?"

She knew what they did, they told her...they told her everything.

It was rough hearing all that...she didn't believe it, but they were telling the truth.

It was heartbreaking for her.

And she was furious as well.

She knew but she wanted to hear your explanation. 

You took a deep breath and looked down.

"They were giving up. Tzuyu was just frustrated after the recently failed audition, and when I talked to her, we got in a fight. I was telling her about how she should keep going, but she just couldn't face it, she kept saying how pathetic they were, and...it was just hurting me. The same with Nayeon. She was just...lost and defeated and whatever I said to her, it would just bounce back to me, like nothing mattered to her...it hurt just the same."

Your mom took in what you were saying.

"I couldn't stand to see or hear them like that or to see them just give up for that matter...so I did what I had to do...I lied to you and went to that agency by myself...I'm sorry,"

"Sorry? No (YN), I learned that you sat out in their building in the damn rain, you could have gotten hypothermia?! W-Why do you need to go through that?! I get that they're your friends, but (YN), it's ludicrous for you to do so!" She barked back as you took another breath.

"Cause they kicked me out without even hearing what I had to say first and I couldn't leave. My plan was for NV to see them perform live in front of an audience at the fundraiser concert. So I just sat there. I didn't know what else to do. I didn't want to leave the place and admit defeat like they did or for them to go through that pain again, defeat again."

"So sitting in the freezing weather, going through a hunger strike? You had a terrible condition when you arrived here. What if you had stayed longer in the rain...what if they didn't let you in...what if you didn't came back!? Why go through all that!?" Your mom started to pick up her tone.

"..."

"(YN)!?"

"I love them." You said suddenly as you were getting emotional, "I...I love them mom. That's why I'm doing all this, I couldn't let the two down, I didn't want to let them down and I-I didn't want to see them defeated mom. To see them smile and be happy, it's something worth fighting for. That's why I made the stand. I couldn't just come home with nothing for the two."

"..."

"...yeah, I got sick, but it was worth it to see them all happy and finally getting the step in their dream. They got in an agency mom, they finally got in."

Your mom opened her mouth to yell more...but nothing came out as you were trying your best to control your emotions and took a breath as well to calm herself down.

Your mom was just listening to you...

She should be mad, she should after what she learned.

But hearing your tone and seeing your face...it was making her feel...everything else.

Sympathy.

Happy.

Shock.

Confusion.

"When you say 'love', do you mean..."

"Yeah...genuine love, not freindship, genuine." You answered as your mom sighed.

"Then tell them that (YN)...god you don't have to hurt yourself for them..."

"I can't."

"(YN)-"

"No mom, I can't...their life dream is being an idol and I don't want to be an obstacle between that."

"Obst-(YN) that's ridiculous?! You don't decide that on your own!? What about them? Do their choice not matter on this?" She argued back.

"...it's clear what they want." You responded.

"How would you know?"

"I've been with them almost my life mom. An idol is something that they are striving to become. That's the only thing I've ever heard or even talk about amongst them, hearing and seeing them talk about new singles, tours, pics, shows...every day they talk about how they'll be like that one day...and whenever they practice, they put everything in it. Dating is just a minor thing compared to all that. And I don't even know if they like me back, either one of them. But it doesn't matter, they should focus on their career rather than me...besides I'm happy just being friends with them."

"...(YN). You're sacrificing your time, your effort, your health and-and your love for them. I'm sorry, but that's not being happy (YN)...that's torture."

You thought about what she said...she was right...it was...but you stood by your belief.

You looked up at her...

"...Like I said...for them to be happy...it's worth it..."

Your mom gasped softly.

You were hurting and she knew it and immediately hugged you.

"I'm sorry..." You said in her shoulder as she patted your back.

"It's okay (YN)...I'm sorry...just let it out..."

And with that, the dam broke and you started to cry as your mom comforted you.

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-TIMESKIP-

Six Minutes Later

Your mom closed your door as you were back to lying on your bed after your mom said that you'll talk later on, to which you agreed to.

But she let you have some time alone.

She walked to her room slowly, headed inside, and sat on the edge of her bed.

"I can't believe it..."

"...Us neither..."

Your mom heard and she took her phone from her sweater pocket and unpressed the speaker and held it to her ear.

"Nayeon?"

"...we'll talk to him now. We're heading there."

And with Nayeon hung up on her side as your mom just sighed and fell backward onto the bed.

Yes, that was the plan.

Nayeon and Tzuyu heard everything with her phone on speaker inside her pocket.

She thought it was ridiculous when Nayeon suggested it and countered by just telling them to come along with her, but they didn't want to risk you seeing them.

Plus they needed to think with whatever you said.

Now it's up to the girls.

"All this time (YN)..."

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-TIMESKIP-

ONE HOUR LATER

You were sitting on the edge of your bed.

Not lying, not on your phone.

Just sitting there with your hands folded together.

Your mom said that you both will talk with dad later.

That was it, you were never leaving the house again.

She gave you sympathy and comfort, but that was now.

Later would be the punishment and strictness.

You wondered how she knew, was it the two that told her, Mr.Huin?

Either way, you had to accept it, it was inevitable for her to know.

Was it worth it?

Not at all.

Neither didn't accept NV.

Nayeon hated you.

Tzuyu avoids you.

Your parents are now on your case 24/7.

Everything is crap.

.

.

.

"(YN)?"

You heard your name but didn't raise your head.

"(YN)?"

You looked up slowly to the door and sat up instantly.

There they were.

Tzuyu and Nayeon at the doorway.

You stood up immediately.

The pair at you and you at them were staring.

Nayeon then stepped in and Tzuyu closed the door behind her.

"W-why are you here?"

"We came to talk, and don't lie to us." Nayeon started, "tell us the truth, have you done anything like that before?"

You shook your head immediately.

"No, no, I swear this was the only time and will be the only time." You spoke up truthfully.

You saw them each exhale and nodded.

Nayeon then looked at Tzuyu as Tzuyu nodded.

"(YN)...do you really have feelings for us?"

You felt a pit in you.

"W-what?"

"Do you have feelings for us?" Nayeon asked once more.

Your heart was beating crazy.

'How?!...How the fu-did mom-'

"Answer the question (YN)?" Nayeon furthured as your eyes lingered on each girl for about a couple of seconds.

If she did tell them, then there was no point in lying, plus you didn't want to make things worse.

So...

You took a breath in and out as you looked at them...and nodded.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Nayeon asked softly.

You gave an exaggerated laugh.

Embarrassed.

Shame.

Afraid.

Guilt.

You didn't know what one of those was taking over your body.

"Mom told you then," they nodded, "then you should know already know then, a relationship is just a hindrance to what you both have been working on."

"(YN) t-that doesn't matter okay, just enough with idols, what matters is us right here, right now." Nayeon was the voice for the two.

"And that's exactly why I didn't tell you. What you said Nayeon is why I didn't tell you. You both are working day and night, 24/7 and I know, I've been with you two every step of the way. I kept quiet because I didn't want to ruin the passion you two had for this. Even if one of us were to date, it just puts a wedge between the three of us and your work and I didn't want that."

"..."

"..."

"Plus," your sight dropped along with your tone, "now that you two are in NV, it's just going to be tougher from here on out and I don't want to be a distraction to either of you."

Both Tzuyu and Nayeon hated that you were thinking this way.

They didn't know whether to be furious about your way of thinking or ecstatic that you cared for them.

But they heard your tone, it was anguish as you kept on explaining why you just be a hindrance rather than being something with them.

It was hurting them as much as it was hurting you.

"Besides, once you girls get to higher agencies...dating bans are included and-"

You stopped as a pair of feet approached you and you looked up to see Tzuyu right in front of you.

"Enough (YN)...you think we'll ever think of you like that? How could you think of us like that (YN)?" Her tone was hushed, like it hurt her to say these words, "yes, we do care for being idols, but we both care about you too!" And then she brought her arms out and grasped your shoulders while leaning forward.

The pain was overshadowed by guilt as you saw her face, her eyes; hollow and red as her tears created a small river-like shape down her cheeks.

It was hurting you a lot more knowing that you were at fault again.

"We wouldn't be here without you...you have done everything for us, you set up everything, supported us on everything...and we are so, so lucky to have you at our side...." Tzuyu was holding herself in check so as to not choke on her emotions, "I need you. Nayeon needs you. We don't give a damn about rules or hindrance or negativity or-or anything (YN)...we want you to be with us."

You didn't say anything and whenever you blinked, you felt the water in your eyes.

"You sacrificed for us." Nayeon spoke up this time as your watering eyes averted to her approaching on the side, she too was getting emotional, "...and then you hurt yourself for us...it hurt us (YN)...it hurt that the one we love was hurting himself because of us."

You very...very slowly realized what she just said.

"W-what did you-"

"Yes (YN)...we love you. Tzuyu and I...we love you like you love us."

Your eyes averted to Tzuyu and she was nodding as well.

"Tzuyu's right, you've always supported us, picked us up when we were down, do everything and anything possible for us to keep going. We honestly wouldn't be where we are without you. And," Nayeon continued, "the biggest reason, is that when we look at you...I feel-we feel at ease, relaxed, comfortable." Tzuyu nodded with her. "That's how we feel," Tzuyu admitted, "and when you gave us that motivational speech...I felt so...happy that you were there to pick me up again and again. Whenever you're around, we get happy knowing that you're there to support us, and when I see you in the crowd whenever we perform. We feel relaxed and like we can do anything knowing you're there to support us. And about us getting frustrated and avoiding you..." Nayeon continued, "we talked with Mr. Huin...he called us after you and explained. Yes, what you did was so stupid, and yes we were frustrated, angry, and disappointed at you, but after our talk with him, we thought about what he said and then we heard everything you said about us (YN). With your mom."

You guessed mom told them about your feelings, but...but everything?!

"If we just kept on fighting...instead of giving up, none of this would have happened," Nayeon said as her fist clenched on itself, "and hearing what you said, I'm sorry that we made you feel like this for however long..." Nayeon ended as Tzuyu nodded.

"I-it wasn't-"

"God just stop (YN). You're never gonna blame us, but it was. We even said what we said to you that night." Tzuyu lionized the fact, "The three of us did stupid acts, and...it just created all this...we just want to start all over," Nayeon nodded with what Tzuyu said, "and talk about us three, because..."

Tzuyu stopped as she leaned herself to you and you froze as Tzuyu's lips were on yours.

Time stopped for you as you felt her soft lips mesh with yours.

The feeling of Tzuyu kissing you right now...was just pure.

Just pure...you expected fireworks, music, or something like that, but nothing of the sort as silence was just around.

Soft and gentle was the definition of it as Tzuyu deepened herself into you.

No tongue, no heated make-out session. 

Just simple and clean.

She didn't force any action as she just let her lips planted onto yours and her hands were gently pressing your face as her fingers were pressing into your head.

Your right hand grasped hers tightly as you wanted to bring her closer to you, but the sensation was gone as she pulled away and you could faintly hear her lips being parted with a small pop sound.

She softly smiled at you.

"Because we want us to start over with us being as one." She explained as you gulped.

Just as you were about to talk, a hand softly grabbed your neck and forced you to turn to Nayeon.

Without another word, she too leaned in and planted her lips on yours and you had the same reaction as Tzuyu.

Frozen as you looked at Nayeon's face with her eyes closed.

Nayeon's lips were just laying on yours, sort of like a peck, but laid there.

It felt perfect, like Tzuyu's, but only for a short time as she pulled away after about five seconds while giving a smile.

"We're as much to blame (YN), and I want us three to start fresh as a new relationship." you nodded with her, "but promise us (YN). No more hiding your feelings, no more going behind our backs and no more hurting yourself...please (YN)." Nayeon said as she said in a sincere and begging tone.

You nodded once more.

"I promise you both. Nay, Tzu, I promise, no more. From here on out I'll never do something as stupid as to tell you two about what's going on." You said sincerely as the two were taken deep breaths to calm themselves as they heard your words, "but you're serious about us being...together?" You asked as they nodded.

"Well we did kiss you so..." Nayeon said as you smiled, "but yes, we would like to be with you as you want to be with us. I don't see any difference than us normally but more, intimate stuff." She explained as Tzuyu nodded with you agreeing, but your insides were jumping around at the thought of going out with not just one, but both girls...both girls...both...you just relaized...

"W-wait...s-so I'm gonna date, both of you?"

"Yes dummy, we're going out. What part of 'we love you' did you not understand?" Nayeon said afterward.

"I mean, we've done a lot together up till now. It's not that weird right?" Tzuyu added as Nayeon agreed.

You just closed your eyes and smiled.

"No...no I guess not."

You took initiate and went forward and hugged the two as they returned it.

"I'll repeat it, I promise not to do anything as stupid as I did. I really am sorry girls."

"We know (YN), we know and we promise to not give up either, just like you, we'll keep on fighting, no matter what," Nayeon said as she kept a hold on you.

"And we won't give up on you either (YN). If NV says otherwise then we'll leave, we don't care," Tzuyu said, "you're worth fighting for too (YN)."

You softly smiled as she said that.

All three were having the same thought right now as they held each other.

Tzuyu and Nayeon needed you...just as much as you needed them and then you leaned your head back.

"So, you're going to say yes to NV then?" You asked as they nodded.

"We will," "Yes,"

"And we're going to do our best there no matter what," Nayeon added as you nodded.

"That's great, right now then?" 

"Of course and after, let's go on a date." Tzuyu said as you and Nayeon looked at her, "what? We should start our relationship right?" 

You and Nayeon smiled and nodded.

"Yeah," "Of course," 

"Alright then," you nudged your head, "shall we," the girls nodded and Nayeon grabbed your left hand and Tzuyu right as you three went out the room.

The three didn't know what was to come for them, but one thing was for sure, if anyone were to try to fight or break them up, they weren't going to back down from it.

Their love for one another is really worth fighting for.

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A lot of you wanted Part 3 and here it is, hope it served you all well.

Thanks for taking a pause in your life to reading this. 

Vote/Comment if you want. And thanks again.

[pedrosprincesa]

Songbird

pairings: joel miller x afab!reader

a/n: honestly i just wanted a bit of fluffy and soft joel. maybe old man miller that's surprised to see that you know older music, given your age. they stay in jackson, wyoming because they never should've left. joel is just getting accustomed, but he is happy just to be with his brother 🫡 let me get a little bit of happy and lovey joel.

warnings: major fluff, the breakdown of tough guy miller, age gap (reader is in her twenties, joel is 56 obvi), not proofread and im dyslexic and this is the first thing ive ever wrote for the fanfic community.

word count: 1635

As much as Ellie was a hard ass kid, she still had to make sure Joel came to the junior dance in the community building. Of course you were going to come, but you would probably converse with everyone. She didn't even really want to go, but she heard Dina was possibly making an appearance. Next thing she knew she had been asking for you to give approval on her outfit. "El Belle, you look cute." You smiled and nodded your head.

You was the complete opposite of Joel. Still tough and you didn't take any shit, but when it came to Joel and Ellie, you definitely had a soft spot for them.

They picked you up at the beginning of the trip to Jackson after helping you fight off a runner she encountered on the outskirts of town.

Despite Joel's hard outside appearance, you was a young girl on her own, and what was one more at that point? Once you were cleared from infection, Joel hesitantly let you tag along.

It was a pretty good secret they kept for the first few days, but you were going to find out about Ellie's bite eventually. It was just sooner than they expected. While it did startle you at first, you realized that you had been with Ellie and Joel a few days at that point. Joel wasn't freaked out about it. If Ellie was going to turn, it would've happened already.

Immunity seemed like a joke at first. It's been twenty years and suddenly this fourteen year old comes along. You trusted them though. After all, they could've let you die.

Tagging along for the trip, even if it didn't seem like it, Joel enjoyed it. He wouldn't ever admit that though. He would rarely let a smile slip. However, it was nice having extra backup that he knew could use a gun. As much as he enjoyed Ellie, he enjoyed having an actual adult to talk to—even though you was barely an adult in his eyes. You were the female figure Ellie needed.

Needless to say, Ellie developed quite the attachment to both of you in varying ways. That's why she made Joel promise to come to the dance tonight. If things went south, she could blame something on Joel to leave early. Everyone was too afraid to question Joel.

"I don't want to look cute! I want to look cool. I want Dina to actually like me, not think I'm some dumbass." Ellie insisted, showing you quickly that you didn't have the right things to say. That was one thing about this—you were thrown into essentially raising a teenager.

"Ellie, you look fine." Joel told her and folded his arms across his chest. He had to come closer when the conversation got heated, trying to keep things level. He also knew if he got caught staring at you in the dress you were wearing, Ellie would never let him hear the end of it. But he would silently thank Maria for letting you borrow this dress all night.

"And it's all about how you approach Dina anyway. You gotta take charge, El. And we all know you can do it." you explained, trying to keep it gentle. "She's stupid if she doesn't think you're cool, honey." You let the honey slip off of your tongue. While Ellie didn't exactly say anything about it, she softened a little.

"So, I look fine?" She asked, getting both of your opinions since we were both in the doorway. It was an odd way of a family, but she was growing accustomed to it.

You and Joel nodded your heads at the same time. Joel still had the straight face but you were smiling. Ellie sighed a bit and glanced in her mirror before nodded her head. "Let's do this."

At the dance, Joel kept eyes on Ellie, occasionally you, and he was keeping an eye out for anything odd happening in the room. They were playing old music, from CDs that were miraculously saved over the years. "Old" but it was the stuff Joel grew up on. The beginning of Gypsy by Fleetwood Mac started playing and on his scan of the room, his eyes landed upon you swaying to the music. Letting loose and enjoying the rhythm of the music, the ends of your dress flowing as you moved, you just looked free. He bit back a smile and leaned against one of the brick columns.

"You know this song?" He spoke up finally. You were close enough to him to hear, because you were keeping an eye out for Ellie too. When you glanced back, you caught his smile and it only seemed to grow when he saw how you were glowing.

"Of course! I love Fleetwood Mac. I had a CD, uh," You squeezed your eyes, trying to recall the title. "The Very Best of Fleetwood Mac! I kept it after the whole... outbreak. It was the only thing left of my mom." You explained, your face falling a little bit. "I kept it in my backpack for years, until one day it finally broke. Fell or somethin'." You mentioned, shrugging off the thought. You were trying your best not to sound like that time didn't absolutely break your heart. You lost a CD that reminded you of your mother, but Joel has been through worse. "Were you a fan?" You asked him curiously.

"Saw them in concert once. They had some good stuff, but I was a Def Leppard guy." He chuckled just barely. It was easy to miss, but it was a nice sight to hear.

"Pour some sugar on me?" You asked, making sure you were connecting the right band.

"Wow, you do know your stuff." He smiled a little more, his eyes staying on you a little longer this time. Butterflies fluttered around in your stomach, and a blush rose to your cheeks. Hopefully he wouldn't notice it.

You had a thing for Joel. It was hard not to. After spending so much time with him, seeing how he was with Ellie, how he took care of you two. He was always first to stand in between you and danger. He was always ready to fight like hell.

"It's so funny to think you grew up with celebrities and stuff. Do you think any of them actually survived?" You were trying to get the topic off of you, and you watched Ellie dancing with Dina across the room.

"Eh, probably not. Don't think Mick Jagger could've handled all this." He laughed lowly and watched you more when you were looking at Ellie. "What about you?" He brought the conversation back to you. It was a nice, sweet conversation.

"I dunno. I'd like to think I'd walk into one of these places one day and see Stevie Nicks, alive and well, and a complete badass." You smirked a bit and looked up at him, catching his puppy brown eyes already looking at you. He didn't look away, boldly keeping eye contact and his lips curved into a little smile.

Don't Stop transitioned into Songbird to slow it down for the couples and he walked away from the column and towards the floor. "You know this one?" He subtly motioned you out to him, and of course you followed. There wasn't much you wouldn't do for him.

"Songbird. Christine McVie sings the primary vocals." You answered matter-of-factly as you came into him, his hand moving around your waist and yours around his neck and he held your other hand. He pulled you in a little closer, making you gasp softly. His southern gentleman came out as he danced with you.

"You really know your stuff. I'm pleasantly surprised." He half-smiled down at you. You were blushing now and weren't even going to attempt to hide it.

For you, there'll be no more crying

For you, the sun will be shining

And I feel that when I'm with you

It's alright, I know it's right

He started half humming, half singing the lyrics to you, and Joel the wannabe singer wasn't so bad.

To you, I'll give the world

To you, I'll never be cold

'Cause I feel that when I'm with you

It's alright, I know it's right

It was like a breath of fresh air, having him a little more carefree. He seemed a bit more relaxed just being in Jackson, being with his brother and knowing Tommy was safe.

And the songbirds are singing,

Like they know the score

And I love you, I love you, I love you

Like never before

You were surprised he was still singing the words even if it was more rough than the original.

And I wish you all the love in the world

But most of all, I wish it from myself

You sang a little bit of the song with him playfully, feeling him dip you just to make you giggle a little bit more.

And the songbirds keep singing

Like they know the score

And I love you, I love you, I love you

Like never before, like never before,

Like never before

He brought you up and looked down at you. Just like that, the southern gentleman charm was on high, making you fall for him even more. You were hopeless.

"So what? Are you two finally together now?" Ellie asked abruptly, and Joel pulled back out of respect for the PDA in front of her, but you couldn't help but laugh. Joel was still a bit smiley, but this side of Joel coming out again would be rare so you would take the pieces you got.

"What about you two?" You countered, motioning over to Dina with a smirk and even Ellie got a blush.

[wolfoftheblackflames]

Hello friends, thanks so much for being such sweet supportive misfits to me ^^ Enjoy! (There will be death and blood)

The Devil and The Innocent: Pt.8

Adam led the mob with Lute behind them, both looking livid at the fact Carmilla was right. “Sir, it looks like we got a bigger hunt on our hands. And did you see the way that bitch squirmed? I bet killing that monster will make Vaggie suffer.” She smirked as in her hand was a steel saber while her boss held an axe with throwing ones at his sides.

“I'll also be a hero to this stupid town.. Let's fucking do it.” The man grinned as their pace quickened.

Vox and Valentino had to deal with the monsters of the forest while Adam and his Exorcist Platoon stormed into the castle. Vaggie was riding on Diablo's back once again, she apologized to the stallion who understood and ran fast through the shortcuts. “What are these things?!” Vox yelped as Vaggie could hear them fighting.

“Hold on Charlie, I'm on my way..” Vaggie growled not wanting her princess to get hurt anymore.

“Shit, it's gonna be a bloodbath!” Cherri stated but smirked. “And I'm not a part of it!”

“Yay pain!” Niffty cooed as both comments didn't reach Vaggie who was all too focused right now.

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The Platoon stormed the place and expected a fight but blinked seeing no one. “Uh sir..?” One asked, looking at Adam. “There's no one here…”

“I can see that captain obvious! Search the place for that monster, I want to kill it!” Adam snapped as his girls fan out.

Lute growled keeping her guard up as she went upstairs. She blinked hearing her squad scream and stare as household objects started attacking them. “Smash everything, this place is cursed!”

Alastor bashed his heavy radio body into a soldier's head, killing them. “I must say, this is quite fun!” He grinned watching everyone.

“These fucks won't stop coming!” Husk growled as Angel laughed. “Ah I walked right into that one..” He rolled his eyes and knocked a flower pot onto a soldier knocking the idiot out.

Angel smirked, setting some bitches on fire with his candle flames. “Is that all ya got ya dumbass bitches?!” He grinned ducking a sword swing.

“Oh my what a party this is.” Rosie stated and pushed Velvette onto three as the dresser looked annoyed. “Don't go using me as fucking weapon!”

Sir Pentious looked worried but he smirked slithering up to a chandelier and riding it down to crush several. “Attack them my minionsss!” He commanded as several toy eggs rolled forward and started pelting the warriors.

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Adam smirked, going into the west wing while Lute went east. He smashed a gargoyle for looking at him funny. “Come out, come out wherever you are…” He sneered, looking around.

Lute looked annoyed and went to join Adam in the west wing. She smirked, spying the Devil, and motioned her boss to follow. “Watch this, sir.” Lute grinned, stabbing Charlie in the back with a knife, causing the Devil to roar.

Vaggie got to the castle and heard it, she growled and jumped off Diablo dashing in. She tossed Niffty and Cherri into the fray as the two laughed smacking a soldier in the face each. “Hurry!” Husk snapped as Vaggie nodded.

What came into view next was a two on one fight where the Devil roared and swatted at Adam making the bear-like man slam into a wall. “Sir!” Lute roared but blinked as she was batted into some furniture.

Vaggie growled and rushed in standing in front of the Devil brandishing her spear at the two who were getting up. “Vaggie..” Charlie blinked looking at her but brought an arm forward as an axe had been hurled. She roared as the blade dug into her forearm. Vaggie stared but was slammed into a wall by Lute who smirked.

“I guess I'll have to finish the job I started..” She sneered as Adam tackled Charlie outside to the rooftop. “And it looks to me you'll get a front row seat seeing that demon bitch die.”

Vaggie elbowed Lute in the shoulder and kicked her off, but couldn't get to her spear as Lute smacked her hard with a chair. “Get out of my way!” She snapped with her nose dripping with blood.

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While fights broke out in the castle, Charlie was swatting and snapping at Adam like a murderous beast. “You tried to hurt her…” Her fur started to stand on end as Adam swung his axe.

“Oh bitch I would've done way worse. Though it was fun seeing Lute take out that cunt's eye.” He taunted with a grin. This enraged Charlie as she bashed that giant axe he held away sending it flying off the roof. “What the fuck?!”

Red lines had appeared on the Devil, her muscles growing bigger as it tore her suit more. Already her hair was disheveled thanks to the fight. “I'll make both of you pay, starting with you!” Her voice was low and threatening as she sent flames at Adam.

Adam jumped back but his footing caused him to stumble burning the left side of his face as he roared. Only when Vaggie screamed did those flames stop. “You stupid bitch!” He chucked his last throwing axe and nailed Charlie in the collarbone. “You fighting was cute but now its time to die.”

The Devil coughed up blood but growled. “You bastard…” She snarled but looked up to see Lute being tossed out the window and onto the shingles below.

“Charlie!” Vaggie gasped, staring at the Devil. Her eyes widen seeing the blood on her chest and the heavy breathing.

“Throw me!” Niffty giggled as Vaggie blinked. She nodded and tossed Niffty like a baseball, beaming Adam hard in his burned eye, making the man roar with pain.

“Sir!!” Lute gasped as Niffty flew through the air and slammed into the warrior too.

“Nyeh pain!” The teacup laughed, bouncing between the two letting Vaggie make her way down. She pulled Charlie back to the balcony, holding her close as the other two lost footing and fell off with Niffty standing on the roof.

“Fucking bitch!!!” Both roared, falling into the chasm below.

(Writing this part... Well, it hurts, but the next one was even worse. Thanks for reading!)

[aviradasa]

Gizmo headcanons. I (mainly) want to see him be silly/stupid and how he interacts with the SF gang (and maybe Travis too)

I never thought i would write generals for a cat. But you know what hell yeah.

This is short and dumb not gonna lie i hope you don't mind lmfao I deeply enjoyed making this either way. Maybe a pt 2 is needed.

General Gizmo hcs

Gizmo gives no fucks.

About anything.

He does not care, as we know. He likes to do whatever he wants whenever he wants.

Sal and gizmo grew up together and even though it doesn't seem like it gizmo is sals emotional support animal.

Sal is the only one gizmo gives any shits about until he dies.

That's when ash comes in. Gizmo didn't mind Ash to begin with. She's kinda just another human to give him attention and win him over with treats.

Although her changing the channel for him gained her extra points.

When Sal dies his only fucks go towards ash

It's what Sal would have wanted.

Him and ash do bond quite a bit after sals death and they honestly help each other cope.

She gives that cat whatever he wants whether it be food, snacks, the channel changed, stickers, etc:

And he makes sure Ash knows that she's not alone. Cause Gizmo refuses to leave. (Not her, but the damn house. Jk. Not really)

At first, Larry is kinda freaked out by Gizmo. After finding out ghosts exist, he is 90% sure Gizmo is not a cat and is some sort of other being due to his odd tendencies.

Todd also agrees with this because he believes there is no scientific explanation for some of the shit gizmo does.

Sal has tried to tell them that they are wrong ( he knows damn well his cat is strange )

Sal does find it funny to set gizmo up around the apartments sometimes though to freak them out

To put in perspective

Todd and Larry are basically Candice and Gizmo, and sal are Phineas and Ferb

And man, do they get creative

Here are a few examples of said shenanigans: gizmo cooking dinner then washing the dishes, gizmo doing the laundry, gizmo painting on Larry's canvas and typing todds laptop and also trying to steal todds fish Bob..

Bob lives. Don't worry. (This was 100% Gizmo idea. sal had no clue this happened until after)

But yeah

The whole gang came over to sals one day, and when they walked in, gizmo was posted up in a chef hat and all cooking a frozen pizza in the oven.

After a while, Ash went out to use the bathroom and caught him washing up the dishes after.

About a week later, it was actually Lisa who went to do laundry and caught Gizmo waiting for a load of laundry to finish.

Seeing it was busy, she set her basket down and went back to her apartment to wait her turn, and when she came out again, her laundry was already put in the wash, and gizmo was nowhere to be seen.

She just figured Sal left him down there, but when she told Larry, he was not convinced at all.

The rest i fear are very self-explanatory

Now, when Sal and Todd move out of the apartments and Neil comes to live with them, he absolutely loves that cat.

Neil spoils him like crazy to the point that Sal jokes that Neil is stealing gizmo from him.

They are Like actual besties.

Gizmo helps make the morning coffee. As a thank you.

Todd is not pleased to see his man befriending him honestly as he's still unsure if Gizmo is gonna turn out to try and kill them all one day.

But Neil brings up a good point to Todd that even if he doesn't trust the cat (which he should cause gizmos awesome), he should still befriend him so that if he does try to kill people someday, they will be safe.

This turns Todd into quite the suck up. But after awhile gizmo starts joining Todd while he does research, and he honestly appreciates the company (mostly cause it's silent)

Todd never fully drops his suspension, but he does grow to actually stop fearing the cats' loyalty so they become friends after a while.

Gizmo won't admit it, but he loves these dumbass teenagers/young adults to death, and he wishes them all the best. When they die, it hurts his poor little soul to be completely honest with you.

But anyways to finish this off, everyone loves the little bastard even though some of them are slightly concerned, he might be a bakaneko

( a BakaNeko or a ghost/monster cat is basically a supernatural cat creature in Japanese mythology that can do things like speak human language, shapeshift, and even necromancy, They are pretty chill when treated right by their owner. Just don't anger them)

Todd found out what that was during research and was WAY to convinced.

Long story short, gizmo is very spoiled and loved dearly by the gang even if he's a bit strange. <3