#first world problems y'all

[blackberry-command-cap]

I really wanna do the SWTOR expansions because that's a lot of what people meme and talk about and I want to get it. Also because I've got plans for how my different OCs might interact with Lana and Theron, or how they might react to various story beats that I've spoiled for myself.

But I still haven't done it because I've only got so much time and I'll probably only do the expansions with one character, so it's gotta be the right character. Which is currently none of the characters that are done with their stories.

Specifically A'la'zena is done, but she's gone radio silent and refuses to work overtly for the Empire again or do anything as high profile as the stuff you do in the expansions. Periflynn is done but I'm just not as excited to play with him as other characters for multiple reasons that would take too long to summarize here.

And everyone else isn't done yet and so I'm going to have to A) pick a character to commit to for a very long time and many expansions, and B) play through the entire class story with them before even starting on the expansions. Too much activation energy for my low energy ADHD brain...

[dimension-20-every-introduction]

Everyone Introduced in Dimension 20's Fantasy High: Junior Year episode 20 (finale)

[brionysea]

when max is depressed we know something's wrong because lucas says with his words that he knows something's wrong but when mike is depressed we don't think anything of it because will's right next to him rolling his eyes about how stupid straight people are

[emmavakarian-theirin]

so i was going to just make this a nice little garrus gifset as i tend to do because hnnngh space husband but fuck it i'm so tired of the shit tumblr is pulling as well as other social media sites burning themselves to the ground and profiting off of it by scamming their own userbase to the point where i'm likely shutting down all my accounts because honestly all i want out of them is validation and not to feel alone but that's only ever gotten me so far when it's online 99% of the time, i need to make myself feel these things

and as far as irl shit goes i'm almost broke and i can't land a job and that's the only thing stopping me from outright deleting my tumblr so i can share my commission info from time to time which seems kinda redundant because that's all i'm going to be posting now and checking tumblr for rather than post more art or communicate lol in the meantime my art tag is #evtdraws but tumblrs barely functioning search function will likely show you my *earlier* art first anyway rip

anyway if anyone wants my discord (which is the one thing i'm keeping) because i do want to stay in touch with people, it's emma_vakarian (SHOCKING) just tell me who you are on tumblr, or i'm Garrus of Rivia on xbox if anyone's interested in playing ME3/anthem/halo/deep rock galactic/powerwash simulator. whether or not i do officially shutdown my tumblr; thanks to everyone that stuck around and chose me to have me on their dash and as a friend :)

k thanks bye

[queer-reader-07]

god gives their hardest battles to their strongest soldiers (me having to desperately avoid the urge to lay on my left side while i heal this piercing)

[starlight-diving]

Anyone else ever have the problem of having a super specific favorite color

Like no the color i like isn't just blue, it never could be just blue- it's the color of the deepest parts of the sky, right after a afternoon thunderstorm when the clouds break open and the sun is just started to peak through creating a striking contrast of white and sky and absolute vibrance

but nooooo that's too long of an answer so I have to settle with blue

[steddieme]

y'all know those AUs that go something like hellfire makes eddie flirt with steve as a bet?

okay, here me out:

eddie tricks hellfire into betting he can't get steve to flirt back. he wants to flirt with steve and he's determined to get him to flirt back, so he decides to act coy, pretends he isn't absolutely obsessed with steve, makes some off-handed comments about being friends with him and one day manages to get the guys to make a bet with him. he wants to flirt with his dream guy and make some money. best of both worlds.

it's game on from then, he flirts like his life depends on it. he watches steve blush and stammer, because the guy has apparently lost all his game since high school, and revels in it. the problem is steve gets so flustered it seems like he wouldn't be able to flirt back even if he wanted to. eddie thinks he's unused to getting attention from guys, but he figures he'll get used to it.

and he does. he becomes more confident and eventually does start flirting back. but by that time eddie has sort of forgotten about the bet, he's on cloud nine from all the attention steve is giving him. it all comes to a head when hellfire witnesses them flirt.

and in his shock gareth shouts "why haven't you told us you've already won the bet?"

and steve is all confused, while eddie lights up "oh shit, yeah, give me all your money, guys!"

and when steve asks what the fuck is going on, eddie explains while he collects the money and steve looks absolutely crushed. he can barely get out a "so it was all a bet?" in a choked voice, all teary eyed.

eddie panics and realizes how the whole thing sounds and rushes to explain "no no no no, it wasn't! the bet was for the flirting, not the other way around! i tricked the guys into betting i couldn't get you to flirt back, so i could flirt with you and steal their money. two birds with one stone and all that. i did sort of forget about it until now, though. i'm sorry."

now it's the guys' turn to pipe up. "what do you mean tricked? we made the bet so you would finally do something about your pathetic crush??"

okay, so maybe eddie wasn't as slick as he thought. maybe he talked about steve a tad too much? or maybe he was too enthusiastic about the idea of the bet? he's not sure.

steve looks like he can't quite decide how to feel. but then he says, "well then, you better use that money to pay for our first date, asshole." eddie rushes to pepper his whole face in kisses. he was gonna do that anyway.

[nyancrimew]

Tumblr users: we have voted you the emperor of the world!!!

You: thank you, I am stepping down immediately, goodbye.

(that was my first thought when I saw that post)

this always confuses me, so many of you want to vote me for ruler of everything so i can step down, as if you needed an authority to tell y'all that you dont need an authority for it to become true. like i know we're all programmed to obey and to think problems can be solved with the right kind of authority so im just trying to make yall reflect a bit on that thinking and where it comes from. cause there is like such a wide world out there for all of us to enjoy together if we let go of the ideas of hierarchy.

[wonryllis]

✶ I'LL WAIT FOR YOUR LOVE 、park sunghoon.

( now playing ) i don't wanna live forever : i just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home.

FEATURING 𑁍 。 neighbour!sunghoon in the quiet beach town you moved to spend the summer before your residency starts. away from the pressure of the fast moving world, you find peace in his cliche little adventures and unaccounted flirting. loosely based off the movie 'float'. ( archive? )

GENRE & WARNINGS 𑁍 。 "he's super hot, so why not" trope, suggestive! making out kinda pg filtered, fluff, slight angst but ultimately a happy ending. WORDCOUNT — 2200 dot.

╱╱ NIE NOTES, strongly recommend listening to the song!! draft from march >< i hope y'all enjoy it!! & if you do please leave comments & feedbacks it keeps me going! & lastly please reblog!!

SUNGHOON WONDERS IF YOU WERE DESTINED TO FIND HIM IN THAT LITTLE ISLAND HIDDEN AWAY FROM THE WORLD.

"just jump baby, i'll catch you," sunghoon reassures you for the umpteenth time, extending his hands out as he convinces you to jump from your balcony to his. there's hardly much space inbetween yet you're scared, you've never done this before. and you've never felt this way before.

fear and feelings spinning in the air it's like a coming of age movie, a step into adulthood, a plethora of things you have never experienced and a guy you have grown the hots for, to spice it all up.

"trust me, i won't let you fall," his voice is soft and encouraging, albeit a little flirty.

you could walk up to his door at three in the morning and it wouldn't be a problem. no longer teenagers having secret rendezvous, but sunghoon insists on it being this way— because it's fun, because you are here to have fun, and because he's promised to be the one to bring you fun.

the town of st george was quiet, peaceful and mellow, more welcoming than the bustling streets of toronto where the life of your dreams awaited you. every breeze carried the smell of the ocean, tingling your scent glands with each breath you took. it was refreshing and cozy, it felt more home than your home had ever felt. like a calling of the unknown, it felt right to be there, like everything you had ever needed. a break from med school, and a hot neighbour right beside, your balconies barely you two feet away.

since you first arrived at the town, unsure of your decision to ditch your routine life and the prestigious summer internship, every moment felt like a battle against your morals. but when you looked out the window of your aunt's spare room, gazing over the tiny houses and backyards filled with so many stories, spending a few days without a plan seemed a tad bit more tempting than having to brood over the fact that you weren't supposed to be there.

park sunghoon was one of the first people you noticed there. dressed in a tank top, engine oil smeared all over as he fixed his car, in the rusty backyard you could see from the bedroom window. sweaty and sexy, buff and messily pretty, he looked young: made you wonder of his reasons to stay in a town where the average age had to have been at least forty. filled with people who sought refuge and people who looked for solitude, it was not a place for someone with big aspirations and dreams.

someone much like you.

"see it wasn't that hard," sunghoon whispers, arms holding you against him as you carefully place your feet onto his marbled balcony floor, cozy little plants adorning the corners.

he smiles at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and carressing your cheeks tenderly. you recall the time you were in the pool together, him teaching you how to swim, holding your hands as you paddled for the first time after an entire month of floating and kicking your feet by the side lessons.

feeling the water splash against your skin, feeling his own skin against yours and feeling your breaths mingle into one another as you made out right after. see it wasn't that hard, his words grazing against your lips.

it felt surreal. like you were doing the right thing. like you were right where you were meant to be.

the little bouts of uneasiness of constantly lying to your parents about your whereabouts and your intership, slowly seemed to slip away everytime you were with him.

you never realized how beautiful life was, how beautiful it was to just be happy and do what you feel like in the moment. and being with him taught you just that. he gave you courage to do what you wanted, the courage to face your troubles and the courage to find what made you happy.

“do you wanna go downstairs? i’ll make us lunch—”

“i just really wanna kiss you right now,” sunghoon's words die down in his throat when you throw your hands around his neck, looping them as you get on your tippy toes to press your lips into his.

the arms around your waist tighten and he immediately reciprocates the kiss, moving his lips against yours, slowly at first. savoring the taste of mangoes you just had together less than an hour ago. lazy licks and prolonged nibbles.

you body pushes foward against his, hands moving to the back of your thighs to pull you onto him as his knees hit the edge of his bed. kiss breaking for a split moment when you plop down on the mattress. foreheads touching and gasping for a long breath before diving right back into the kiss.

this time one of his hands grip the back of your head forcing you closer while your hands busy themselves in pushing under his shirt. gliding from his abs to his chest and then attempting to pull it off of him.

“shit baby, my sister's just downstairs—” sunghoon groans, pulling away in a haste to look into your eyes, feeling crazed at the way you seem to crave him. your warm skin brushing against him, the heat radiating through the pants. body pressing into him in all the right ways— wrong ways considering the situation.

“just a little longer please,” you reach forward, grabbing his face and mumbling against his lips before kissing him again. it is like a new found addiction, like a sparkle in a barren dystopia: intense, morish and the grief of having to leave it all behind. despite the obvious desire rolling off your tongue into his, sunghoon can feel the desperation of the situation where time in your hands stands limited.

where love stands limited and where life, stands apart.

goals ingrained in a space between choices that stand at odds, clashing against everything you have ever known, everything you have ever wanted to know.

there's a longing in the kiss you both are hesitant to address, the inevitable waiting for you at the end of the summer. “you are irresistible,” he pants into your mouth, fingers tracing shapes and squeezing the flesh of your thighs. pausing for a brief second and then leaning back in to press a couple more kisses. eyes closed, holding you in a tight hug after. one that sends your heartbeat to him and his to yours like a sync of feelings deep within your souls.

his thumb comes up to skim against your swollen lips as he mumbles,”i wish we met sooner,” biting the inside of his cheek at thought of you no longer being here by the end of the week. it is gonna be one hell of a hell to get back to a life without you. and as selfish as he wants to be, hoping to convince you to stay, sunghoon knows it is not right.

because unlike him, there is a whole different world waiting for you, outside this little island.

“me too.” the chirping of the birds reaches your ears, echoing in the silence of the room, piercing through the barely audible breathing. something that should only seem to calm you but now that you think of it, every place you would hear it, the sound of sunghoon's raspy voice wishing to have met you sooner would ring at the back of your mind.

from meeting the chickens he raised in his backyard to the story of his unavoidable choice to stay. from his lifeguard job at the beach to his early morning swimming lessons at the resident school pool. from helping him clean his old second hand car to kisses in his bedroom after a swim lesson. your summer was filled with things you never imagined to have experienced. a summer filled with genuine feelings. a place filled with happy memories.

a collision of paths so utterly different from one another, a fate weaved to happen: perhaps you and sunghoon were set to walk together, alongside, hand in hand. but perhaps it was just not the time yet.

there were things you wanted to achieve and places you wanted to be at. for now you would only wait with the hope of meeting him next summer.

“i'll come back, next summer,” you whisper, eyes locked with his, the sunlight from the balcony shining against his brown orbs,”i'll wait for you,” he smiles, holding you tighter.

YOU WONDER IF SUNGHOON WAS DESTINED TO MAKE YOU LOVE THIS LIFE, AWAY FROM YOUR PICTURE PERFECT ONE.

“yellow looks beautiful on you,” you are startled by the brush of sunghoon's lips against your earlobe, feeling his breath graze past your cheeks as he mutters, tone soft yet flirty.

you turn around to face him in a giggle, flustered still, even after all the flirting you went through all along summer. your eyes casting down to look at the flowy swimsuit hugging your body, embarrassment and confidence both tug at your heart.

“and the wet look, suits you,” a teasing gaze moves to scan him, arching your brows as you take in the exposed arms,”so well,” he is dressed in his usual tank top and shorts, albeit wet from what you assume, probably one of his lifeguard saves. skin tanned and shining, water dripping down his hair while he looks at you with squinted eyes..a hypnotic look that holds you back from breaking the eye contact.

“can’t believe you are in front of me right now,” he breathes out, taking a step closer in the sand, chest almost touching yours.

“can't believe it either. it's been a year,” your words tune out in a whisper, like a breeze along the shore, one that held so many hopes.

sunghoon's leans forward, his forehead resting against yours as he a mumbles a barely audible ‘yeah’. hands hesitantly coming up to hold your waist and then looping around in a firm grip.

yellow.

sunghoon spent the entire year looking longingly at all the yellows, yearning to catch a glimpse of you in every corner of the town you had been with him. watching the leaves fall in your aunt’s backyard while stealing glimpses at the window you used to stare at him through. the mango trees right across the road, reminding him of the taste of you, lingering at the back of his throat.

it was hard when everywhere he went he could only picture you by his side. it feels unreal to have you in his arms now, to think that once again, summer had come, and with it, it brought you.

perhaps it is love, that makes him crave you. he ponders, watching the sparkles of summer sun in your pretty and addicting eyes. wondering how he was able to survive a year without looking into them and feeling like you'll suck him in. no he has fallen in love, he concludes.

“you came to watch me flex my muscles, didn't you?” sunghoon asks, playing with the ends of your dyed hair, that looked shorter than he remembered. a sly smirk spreading across his lips, before he ducks down to nuzzle into your neck, leaving little open mouthed kisses against your exposed skin.

“you know i love it,” you tease, breath getting heavier and as his kisses get harsher.

“oh yeah? let's see if you actually know how to swim or you were just oogling me last summer,” your beach bag drops to the sand as sunghoon's arms hook behind your knees and he hauls you up in the air, throwing your body over his shoulder as he runs for the water.

tackling you into the waves, twirling you around and kisses along your face. so many unsaid words growing into emotions. squeals and giggles. a moment where you are in the moment, a moment where you are in love.

the bustling city of toronto housed the future you worked hard for, it kept you busy, it kept you passionate. your big aspirations and dreams, everything you had ever wanted, it held them all. you thought maybe, once you return to the life you knew, you'd eventually forget about this silly little island, and your silly little summer fling. you'd move on and chase the goals that had always defined you.

however, it seemed you failed to realize, that perhaps this was not what you wanted but what you needed and it did not have to define you. it could just be that: a silly little place that made you happy.

the town of st geroge was not a place for someone with big aspirations and dreams, someone much like you. but someone much like you was capable of falling in love with a place like that; and you did. you fell in love with that place. and you fell in love with park sunghoon.

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[rosyblooom]

could you please do lando and a stem girl who goes to uni but has a private life please

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f1gossip Y/N L/N, current girlfriend of Lando Norris, has been photographed arriving at the paddock for today's Miami GP.

Y/N's presence comes as a bit of a surprise, considering she was absent during practice and qualifying sessions, and rarely attends races. Speculation about a potential breakup has been rampant, but her appearance suggests that there might not be trouble in paradise after all... 👀

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username if a wag is at all races she's fame-hungry, and if she doesn't she's unsupportive like make up y'all's minds pls 🙄

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username ofc y/n couldn't even be bothered to comment... and the most unsupportive wag award goes to y/n l/n!! congrats hun x

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harvard Final projects, theses, dissertations, and more! Check out what these soon-to-be graduates explored in some of their last assignements on campus.

Y/N's thesis navigated the intricate relationship between privacy and secure multi-party computation, enhancing data analysis while safeguarding sensitive information.

2. Steve's environmental science project examined urban development's impact on local biodiversity, providing insights for sustainable urban planning.

3. Nya's dentistry research poster explored new methods to improve dental implant success, promising better patient outcomes and oral healthcare.

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We are celebrating the extraordinary members of the Class of #Harvard24 ��

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[unknown7s]

Can I just say that I really fucking HATE how the majority of the Arcane fandom praising Season 2 is deeply in the mindset of Piltover in reality? Like, it's not even funny, and I don't know where to begin.

I'll just start with Silco because he's this huge metaphorical character who is clearly written as the embodiment of a long list of sociopolitical agendas in the real world. And before I start, pardon my English, since it's not my first language.

I know y'all in the Anglo-American sphere tend to focus more on classism, inequality and police brutality theme. But the way I see it, THAT and every single dialogue plus the specific word choice of Silco & Sevika literally SCREAMS of postcolonial discourse (I guess F. Fanon is most well-known to y'all) and even some part of M. Foucault's philosophy, etc. I'm writing "etc." because the list will go on forever if I describe all these creepy historical parallels between the depiction of Zaun's internal conflict and what real countries that have been (or still are) colonies went through, and what real colonizer propaganda looked like during that time—like how those characters who fight for the nation's independence are the big bad villain and psychotic monsters who need "redemption arc" therapy, while those who cooperate with the oppressors are the good-hearted familial heroes of this story.

So upon reflection, if this fandom were to be a collective intelligence, we should have asked ourselves, "Is this show truly not problematic for portraying such a character as villainous?" and thus, "Is this show thematically implying far-right propaganda?" even before Season 2 presented us with this insane plot that glamorized the militaristic fascist aristocrat proclaiming martial law as a 'romantic revenge arc'.

But what did the majority of the fandom do since 2022? They were so busy shitting on this dead villain, claiming he has done so much wrong that he doesn't even deserve to be praised as a character. So instead of trying to understand where this character's point of view is coming from, they blindly hate him to the point where they are now fabricating a list of crimes that he didn't even commit, editing false information on the fandom wiki profile.

What's more frustrating to me is that I thought the problem was media illiteracy all along, but oh no, I was being way more optimistic than the reality. Now that I’ve read all these interviews from the showrunner and main writer—Linke and Overton—I get the sense of why Season 2 turned out like that. The more they babble on about this show, the clearer it becomes that they don't even acknowledge how messed up their political views are, which are so far-right. Taking the seemingly-centrist line doesn't make you fair, you're just passively siding with the oppressors. And lesbian sex scene doesn't make this show "progressive", in fact, hiding oppressor fantasy behind a rainbow flag makes it even more treacherous.

So yeah, I think critical voices should be much louder than this, but watching the majority of this fandom neglacting problems only to praise the show? I think my hope for humanity kind of get lost more and more as time passes, lol.

[mogamuncher]

Heeey I'm back! It's finally time for the full Cakeverse analysis gang!

Ok, so, for a refresher:

There's the Forks, the Cakes and the Plates (normal people), and it goes like this:

Plates are just normal people, the majority of the world population, nothing new here.

Forks: Can't taste and sometimes can't smell either, sometimes they used be able to taste but lost it with age; either way, they can only ever taste cakes.

Cakes: Basically normal people except that they're delicious, everything from them (flesh, tears, saliva, etc) tastes like cake (or other foods if you want). You can't tell who's a cake or not unless you're a Fork that's tasting them in some way.

Now, I have to add some stuff that's really interesting and that the og author said, that we'll be getting into today.

• Forks go absolutely bat shit insane when they taste the Cakes most of the time, that can lead to a lot of things, cannibalism, sex, or (if you're cultured) both.

• Both Cakes and Forks suffer from their own societal plights. Cakes die a lot, and Forks when discovered are instantly pinned as murderers, criminals and perverts, even if they haven't done anything wrong yet.

• Cakes can derail a Fork's entire life, and Forks are like sin and temptation to Cakes.

Now, I want to talk about these because they absolutely fucking vexed me and now I want to make this all of y'all's problem.

「The First Taste」

It's essentially a common rule as said by the author that the Forks go insane after feeling the taste of a Cake, now, let's talk about: Why?

See, Cakeverse is technically an Au based from the likes of Omegaverse, which you can see by the structure being similar to Alpha/Beta/Omega with the three types of people out there. But, in ABO the Alphas going insane is due to a specific event, heats, which are there specifically for reproduction and are said to bring out animal instincts out of people's control, while Forks are based on simply taste, food, and not something as biological.

Of course it's up to the individual writer to an extent, but my interpretation of why Forks lose it when they taste Cakes is more psychological when compared to Alphas in the Omegaverse.

Imagine that you are completely unable to see color, never once have you seen one, you grew up hearing all about how wonderful colors are, you saw others compliment the colors of several works of art, you heard all about the colors of the world around you, but all that you see is beige and grey. Now, imagine that one day you bump into someone, and suddenly you're able to see all the colors, for the first time ever in your life, you can finally experience blue skies and green grass, you can see the same way the rest of the world sees, something that was fundamentally missing from you is finally gifted to you by this stranger on a silver tray.

You're finally complete.

That's the reality of what Forks go through, years of eating tasteless food, seeing people enjoy food wholeheartedly and rant about the tastes, hearing about the differences between expensive food and cheap food, and then suddenly finally tasting cake. Of course they go insane and fixate on it, it's like the final puzzle piece finally sliding into place, something that they've been missing this whole time being manifested with only a taste.

Before, eating was a chore, something simply to survive there was no joy in it, no fun to be found in desserts or snacks, but with only a single kiss the Fork finally feels what it is like to crave food, to want food for the taste.

Cakeverse in nature is oddly psychological, playing with the concept of taking away something extremely core to the human experience, taste. It's inherent and everyone has it, you'd probably feel like a freak of nature if you didn't have something while everyone else has, right?

That's what Cakes bring Forks; normalcy, joy and purpose, it's basically like a shot of endorphins all at once straight into your bloodstream, there's a good chance it'd hit like a truck and fuck you up majorly.

Forks acting rashly probably looks different than when Alphas do the same, because the motive is inherently different, but the desperation is arguably more raw.

A lot can be written on what that reaction would be:

Immediately trying to taste the Cake (kissing, licking, biting), trying to play cool only to strike later (potential kidnapping, manipulation, planning and scheming in general), the Fork can try to resist temptation or maybe the Cake can notice the extreme reaction and run away, maybe the Cake can instigate and bait the Fork to take a bite.

It could lead to fluff, to relationships starting, relationships ending, it could smut, it could be gory cannibalism, hell, it could be both.

Either way, the sheer amount of character study that could be made out of this tidbit alone is insane, and the story concepts don't stop there!

「We Do, In Fact, Live In a Society」

Cakes don't know who they are until it's too late, but I can imagine that in society they'd be treated with a lot of extra care if they are known beforehand, as they are constantly in risk of dying.

Imagine that they'd also be majorly babyfied, the "nooo poor babies that can't do anything wrong, poor helpless and weak Cakes, they clearly can't take care of themselves, they're so vulnerable, don't worry I'll speak for you to protect your honor" would be insane. Any Cake that consensually and willingly gets with a Fork will be doubted if they truly wanted to do it, think nosy people pulling them aside to ask if they're ok and pressing to see if they're abused, think people immediately thinking that Cakes can't consent to anything with a Fork on principle despite them being grown adults.

Online discourse would definitely have people saying "Cakes are minor coded" or some shit, mark my words.

While Forks would be instantly persecuted for everything. Because of something they didn't choose, that was inherited at birth, they now are fully seem as murderers, kidnappers, rapists and just the lowest of the low. People will gossip, people will get defensive, people will cower any time you slightly raise your voice, you're seen as a predator, treated no different than a wild bear. To society at large, you're an unruly dog, and all eyes will be on you forever, watching, waiting for the day that you take a bite.

In a sense, it's almost like any Forks that do commit crimes instantly have a justification to do so, it's expected, really, you're a Fork, of course you'd snap one day. It's both maligned and normalized, everyone expects it and it almost gives Forks a reason to do so. Forever a self fulfilling prophecy.

Now I'm sorry that I'll keep bringing the Omegaverse up, it's just that it's really handy for comparison, but I find it fascinating that in a way, the societal effects of this are a mish mesh of the societal views seen in ABO, but like, in a way that doesn't make me want to vomit.

Can I be so fr with you guys right now? I don't like the societal parts of the Omegaverse, ever since I was a kid in the early hay days of the internet, that always made me uncomfortable, and it's also a bit lazy in a way. The problems in society with the Omegaverse are basically just Sexism, it's misogyny with mpreg, and a lot of fics end up feeling like a Handmaiden's Tale with mpreg. Replace Alphas with men and Omegas with Women and you get the Omegaverse, though it gets a bit interesting since there technically is a built-in "fuck or die" and aphrodisiac system with heats/ruts, but very few writers do something interesting with it.

My problem is that it's always either uncomfortable or outright boring, very little fics do it well and most of the time authors simply choose to side step it altogether, which I completely understand and actually prefer at this point.

I bring all this up because Cakeverse actually brings a lot of interesting concepts up in it's consequences on the world at large, the nature of Forks and Cakes mirrors a lot of real life concepts, but leaves enough fantastical elements that there's still intrigue in what could be explored and seem from authors writing certain details of it.

Would there be Cake support groups? Would there be Fork rights activists? Would there be people who are both Forks and Cakes, like a hybrid type? What are different relationship types seen as in the eyes of society as a whole?

It's all so complicated and the problems are different between the both of them, also, they're evenly split, which is a breath of fresh air.

Now, it's time to get even deeper into this, what are exactly Forks and Cakes relationship with each other like?

「Would You Still Love Me If I Was Cake?」

According to the author, Cakes can derail a Fork's life and Forks are temptation to Cakes. Now, why is that?

Imagine you're a Fork, living your life trying to do what you can with what's been handed to you, probably being discriminated against if you haven't been able to hide it well, when suddenly you taste someone (kiss or by accident, like a shared water bottle), and next thing you know you lose your mind. Your entire world falls apart, thoughts of dreams, future, your own sense of morality, it all melts away like sugar in water because you just experienced heaven and now it's all you can think about.

Someone completely normal beforehand, suddenly driven to obsession with just one moment, an entire life detailed into the unknown because they just had a taste of cake, thoughts being all about one person and their taste, the inability to stop even you're desperate to do so. It's madness, and almost like a tragedy, doomed by their own personal narrative of Fork meets Cake, the Forks turns into a starving beast whether they want to or not.

But Cakes? Imagine you have someone you love, and they want you so badly it drives them mad, imagine kissing the same lips that want to be stained with your taste, imagine putting yourself in the way of jaws that any of these days can close down on you and swallow you whole. You're constantly in contact with someone that could just straight up eat you, consume you whole and leave nothing behind, but your heart aches for them, you present yourself in a silver platter again and again.

Maybe you want to be eaten, to be consumed. Maybe you like being wanted, maybe you enjoy providing something to to others, you made them so happy that it doesn't even matter to you that they are taking chunks out of you, you'll gladly let yourself be torn apart if it means someone else is satisfied.

It's all about the usage of "Cannibalism as a Metaphor for Love™", it's all about loving someone but constantly wanting to eat them into non-existence, it's about to struggle between your brain heart and stomach.

It's about having your cake and eating it too.

The themes, the metaphors, the opportunities are endless and frankly I'm driving myself insane just imagining all of it, the angst also would be utterly fucking insane, imagine you live someone and you eat them, wouldn't you be upset? You loved them and you killed them yourself, with your own hands, their taste is on your lips and you licked your plate clean.

I'm screaming and crying and throwing up as we speak, the number of things you can do here are endless, soooo. . . Let's talk about some of my ideas!

「All My Fanfiction Titles Are Just Songs」

Last post I basically tagged a bunch of fandoms that I wish would use this trope (I'll also be doing that with this post), so now I'm going to showing some of the ideas I had for this AU that I might or might not write in the future, all of which you guys are totally free to use as prompts as well (just tag me on them lmao)

So, going ship by ship:

「Loveit」: Dead Plate fanfic, Vincent x Rody, Fork!Vincent and Cake!Rody. I imagine that the moment Vincent finds out is during the Best Served Hot ending, after biting Rody's ear, his reaction would show instantly on his face and Rody would notice right away. After that it can lead to a lot of things, fighting, smut and cannibalism galore, their relationship would only get more complicated after such a discovery. Hell, you can even have Vincent find out earlier, if you truly want more juicy drama, maybe Vincent will attempt to make Rody into the meal instead of Mason this time? For funsies you could even reverse it, Rody as a Fork would be fascinating to see, him bonding with Vincent that he also can't taste anything, only for him to find out later that he can taste Vincent himself, holy shit the intrigue.

「Eat You」: Death Note, Lawlight, Fork!Light and Cake!L. Imagine Light both having to hide the fact that he's Kira, but also having to hide the fact that he's a Fork, imagine the never leaving stain that being a Fork would be on his own self-perception of perfection, imagine the so called god that punishes criminals also being considered a criminal by default in society's eyes if he's ever found out. Kira selling out his own kind because most criminals would likely be Forks (whether they were rightfully convicted or not), and then comes in L, a detective, a nuisance, Light's equal and a Cake. Maybe Light would find that out later on, maybe while they're playing as friends in college or while chained together, and now L had effortlessly thrown another wrench in his life yet again by default, like they're meant to be opposed by fate itself, where Kira is a Fork L is a Cake. L would likely goad Light on, trying to bait Kira out, by any means necessary, even if it means being eaten.

「Eat You Piece by Piece」: Hear me out, Batjokes. Fork!Bruce having to hold himself back from breaking his own morals due to finding out Joker is a Cake, Fork!Joker only getting deeper into his Batman obsession after tasting a Cake!Batman, Both Forks bonded by not having taste, maybe both are Forks that differ on how they react to Cakes (Joker regularly eating them while Bruce retains his morals and chooses to not hurt them), maybe both Cakes that got here because they were almost eaten (different Batman and Joker origin stories?). The opportunities are all intriguing and promptly end in bloodshed, expect angst and discussions of what is moral, also just so much angst holy shit this shit hurts.

「I Eat Boys Up」: Dungeon Meshi, Labru, Fork!Laios and Cake!Labru. I'm thinking post canon by accident, maybe something like sharing utensils, and I'm going to be so fr with you right now, this story coming from me would be a lot of romanticism through food metaphors and unending smut, feral Laios is my equivalent of heroin and I could imagine him describing Kabru's taste in detail to him while eating him out. But if smut isn't your jam, exploring how Laios and his monster obsession, especially in the form of food, as someone who can't taste would be intriguing, in a story so closely tied to food, you have to wonder how it would all change if the main character couldn't even taste. Also, I doubt Kabru would take the knowledge of him being essentially prey well, so there's that bag of worms to go into if you want.

「Blame Gluttony」: This one is purely self indulgent but like, Re:Zero with any ship, Cake! Subaru and Fork!anyone else. Imagine Subaru's world doesn't have this Cakeverse nonsense at all, but the world he's transported to has, imagine how scary it would be that one loop he suddenly finds out that he's essentially universal prey here (maybe in the second loop with Elsa), imagine the weight of all the things that already are trying to kill him along with the fact that he's also got a new thing to worry about? Maybe instead of just the rabbit loop, there's now multiple loops where Subaru is eaten alive, maybe there's loops where his dear friends themselves are eating him. Can you imagine if Emilia was a Fork? If he found out after the kiss of death and she commented on the taste of his lips as he was dying, if it came up again after their kiss, Subaru having to tackle with his love and heart belonging to someone that would one day eat him whole. Imagine the witch not longer just wants to touch his heart or kiss him, but she also bites him when he tries to tell the secret. Imagine maybe Rem is also a Fork, imagine that his death by her hands also involved her tearing into him chunk by chunk. What if Otto was a Fork, what if Reinhard was one? Seriously all the opportunities are equally traumatizing and I'm living for it!

Honorable mentions include: Persona Shuake and Shuada (Fork!Protags and Cake!Detectives) for the optimal mutual murder extravaganza, Okegom DSP Satanivlis (Fork!Ivlis and Cake!Satanick) for a rare case of role swapping, South Park Kyman (any way works tbh) for mutually assured destruction, Slay the Princess (Fork!Princess and Cake!Birb) because themes, Soukouku (Fork!Dazai and Cake!Chuuya) for making canon even worse than it already is, frankly any investigrave game would be peak here, Hannigram for obvious reasons.

But that's all I have for now, so, what have we learned here?

We learned that: I'm mentally ill and you need to write about the Cakeverse NOW.

[hentaihottee]

What's your safe word..?

CW: au!choso x blackfem!reader, pet names, rough sex, p in v, bondage, sadism, masochism, rough oral sex (m! receiving), spitting, asphyxiation… butt play... all in all, this is a pretty rough smut fic... if you aren't into BDSM this isn't for you. (if i missed anything, sawry i suck at warnings 😭)MDNI 18+!!<3

𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡 ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 4.6k+

ꨄ .. dorsí's notes: hey y'all! sorry I took so long! this is my first fic on here but not my first time writing at all... BUT THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING IN A WHILE SO ITS NOT THE BEST AHHHH. SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMAR ERRORS OR TYPOS. THIS ONE IS FOR MY CHOCHO SIMPS! HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYS!! oh btw, this fic is based off this choso.

❤︎ song inspiration; Change (In the House of Flies)- Deftones

synopsis: you & choso have been together for 2 years. he's been nothing short of sweet, caring, & attentive to you...even in bed. & while it is going great, there's a part of you craving something more... and little do you know, so is he.

𝑠𝑎·𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑚 /ˈ𝑠𝑎ˌ𝑑𝑖𝑧ə𝑚/ 𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑛; 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒, 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠.

𝑚𝑎𝑠·𝑜𝑐ℎ·𝑖𝑠𝑚 /ˈ𝑚𝑎𝑧əˌ𝑘𝑖𝑧ə𝑚/ 𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑛; 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒, 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑜𝑛𝑒'𝑠 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.

Rain heavily patters against the pavement outside paired with faint lightning & thunder every so often as you and Choso lay on his bed scrolling mindlessly through your phones. Occasionally, you steal small glances at the shirtless divine being you get to call your boyfriend. While you keep your hands occupied, your mind drifts off into a reminiscence about your 2-year long relationship with Choso. Currently, you feel pretty content and happy with where you all are at... for the most part. Honestly, there's something in your heart that keeps you from being fully 100% satisfied. It's not that he's a bad boyfriend or handles you too rough. Actually, contrary to his looks, he is an extremely sweet & caring man... especially in bed. Part of you wonder if that is the problem at hand; he may be too sweet in bed.

You often wonder what it would be like if he lost all his manners in the bedroom and fucked you through the mattress like you so badly wanted. See, you have never physically gotten into BDSM due to your own fears of being judged by your past partners, but that doesn’t mean you weren’t the least bit of curious nor educated on the world of it. You so desperately wanted to know what it’s like being completely dominated in the bedroom. To be obliterated and overstimulated in the best ways possible. You wonder what if he was finally rough with you in all the ways you wanted... needed... craved. You wonder what if he degraded you while simultaneously praising you for taking all of him like the good little slut you are-

"What are you thinking about, mama?" Choso's deep, sultry voice abruptly brings you back to reality, immediately halting your filthy thoughts.

His soft brown orbs swiftly assess your voluptuous body, noticing your now slightly crossed over legs as you continue to lay in his bed. Nervously, you lock your attention onto your now locked phone screen before you slightly glance over to him, your eyes immediately meeting his… fuck. You have no other explanation for your behaviors besides the truth, so, coming to a quick decision to come clean after contemplating your minimal choices, you release a heavy sigh from your plump lips before pushing yourself into an upright position on the bed and crossing your arms over your well-endowed chest that your soft pink “Hello Kitty” camisole has had nothing short of a tough time fully covering.

"Cho...", you quietly began, "I-I want you to fuck me..." you confess, voice slightly trailing off at the end.

Faintly knitting his eyebrows together and tilting his head to the side, “Is there something going on that you would like to tell me about?”

Bashfully, you reply, “Well, I-... I just want you to really fuck me...”

“Do I not really fuck you every time we fuck,” he quips while sitting his upper half of his body up off the bed to look you straight in your face, a hint of offense lingering in his tone as his jaw softly clenches.

“Yes, baby! Of course you do,” you quickly try to do damage control as you take notice of his offensiveness, “it’s just... I feel as if I want something more...”

“More...,” He presses impatiently.

You uncross your arms from over your chest before looking at your fresh set of nails as you shyly speak,

“... Rough.”

A glint of amusement flashes in his eyes before complete darkness consumes them, you nervously watch his whole entire demeanor change.

With a slight curling of his lips, his now darkly toned voice taunts, “Oh??? Go on, tell me more.” Little did you know, you’ve fallen right where he’s wanted you since the first day he’s laid eyes on you.

“Well,” You look up into his now darkened eyes, “I’ve never actually got into BDSM, but I’ve always wanted to... I hid the desire because I’m nervous of what people might think of me wanting to get handled like that.”

All he does is begin to laugh after you finished your confession to him, a ping of regret instantly rising in your chest. But before you can act on the emotion, the chortling stops and he deeply rasps, “Do you know how long I've been waiting for you to finally come to me about this?”

A deafening silence falls over the room as confusion lingers thick in the air.

“Wh-What do you mean??”

He says nothing as he pushes himself up off his side of the bed and walks around it, stopping directly in front of you. His gaze pierces into your face until your eyes leave his as you can't help but to take in his slighty disheveled appearance; ruffled hair as it flows ever so slightly past his shoulders. His broad, built frame towering over you, prominent abdominal muscles softly contracting with every breath he takes as he is now breathing heavier. Your eyes trail down his inked-up torso before landing on his exposed v-line, gray sweatpants hanging off it, stopping right above his pubic area.

He then extends his hand out toward you, “Come with me, baby.”

All you can do at this point is reach out to his extended hand and take it into your own as he helps you off the bed onto your feet, confusion still very much at the forefront of your mind. His whole demeanor now has an almost sinister appearance to it, and you can't help but to feel a bit of something in your stomach that you cannot quite yet pinpoint as fear nor excitement; maybe it was both?

Cho leads you out of his room and down the stairs until he reaches the door of the basement, you follow behind him curiously. Suddenly, he stops, turns & looks down at you, expression mimicking one of a predator ready to devour its prey.

With a sadistic smirk plastered across his lips, he inquires, “Remember how I told you not to go down in the basement because its my personal area...?”

You slowly nod your head; confusion now shown in the expression upon your face as you two are standing in front of the basement door. Suddenly, four words that you never thought you’d hear rung out his mouth into the thick air between you two.

“… What’s your safe word?”

Goosebumps prickle throughout your whole anatomy as your mind races to produce a good word to use. Your heart thumps against your rib cage as your body temperature begins to rise. With the hitch of your breath, you finally settle on the word, “Peaches.”

All he does in response is nod his head before turning back around towards the basement door. He leans down and quickly types in a code into the electric keypad, prompting the door to open after he does so.

A gentle but glacial breeze suddenly brushes past both your awaiting figures as the door swings open. You look down the dimly lit staircase, fear immediately settling into the pit of your stomach as you see nothing but darkness past the end of the stairs.

“This is it…” you quietly mutter, “My boyfriend is about to fucking kill me…”

From behind you, he releases a dark chuckle while shaking his head before looming over you and commanding, “Go down the stairs, now…”

Your body slightly tense up at how cold his tone of voice is as he has never taken this type of approach with you, and yet, arousal starts to arise with the fear in the depths of your stomach. So, you comply, slowly making your way down the stairs. Choso’s strong footsteps are directly behind you as you descend the staircase together, watching your curvaceous ass jiggle in the matching “Hello Kitty” pajama shorts upon every step you take. Once you get to the bottom of the stairs, you look around the spacious yet eerie room as you are momentarily swallowed in darkness and silence. Just as fear knocks at your chest again, Choso flips the light on, instantaneously leaving you in complete shock as the room comes to life right before your eyes.

Red light illuminates the room, revealing the erotic display before you. You just look around and take it all in; A king-sized bed adorned with crimson silk sheets sits in the middle of the room, the black bed frame clearly is one meant for BDSM as it was built with a sturdy metal and has restraint posts all over it. At the foot of the bed sits a large Kama Sutra chair. You look around at your surroundings; upon one wall a plethora of vibrating toys, restraints, and dildos. On the other wall directly across hung floggers, paddles, and riding crops. Towards the front of the room, you see an “X” cross, hoisted up onto a stage-like platform with a metal bar cage right behind it.

Right when you are about to finally speak, your words get caught in your throat and your body tenses up as you feel him come up behind you, cupping both of your big breast into his large hands, gently massaging them through the thin material as he pulls you flush into him. Your nipples immediately pebble under his touch, earning a small chuckle from him.

“In this room, you will refer to me as Daddy,” he lowly begins, breathing right upon the shell of your ear, “You will do what I say, when I say, how I say because you are my submissive, yeah?”

“Yes.”

Disapproving of your answer, Choso swiftly halts his soothing movements upon your sensitive mounds before snatching the material of your top down, exposing your brown breast to then clamp your right nipple harshly between the rough pads of his fingers earning a loud exclamation of pain from you.

“Yes, what?”

Your brain’s thought process is all jumbled up because just as much as that hurt you, it simultaneously caused a glob of slick to ooze from between your swollen folds into the seat of your panties.

“Mmf- Y-Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” He lewdly purrs into your ear, softly planting rewarding kisses among the shell of it as he removes his hands from your warm body.

“Strip down and get on your knees.”

Your mind is consumed with so many different thoughts as you begin to strip the thin pieces of clothing from your body. While you abide by Cho’s command like the good little submissive you are, he makes his way to the wall with the paddles on it, grabbing a specially made one with a big heart carved out at the end and his initials carved out right above it. The dominant quickly gathers a couple more things from the walls, setting them on the bed before making his way back towards you, smirking menacingly as he takes in your naked form in the kneeling position.

“You are already such a good fucking girl f’me,” he praises as he begins to circle around your awaiting body. You just sit there silently yet completely turned on, hands with your palms facing down against the surface of your thighs as you are waiting for the next step. Choso stops behind you and gathers up your small waist-length knotless braids into a ponytail in his hand before twisting them into a secure bun at the top of your head, tucking the ends under the bun. He moves back to in front of you, peering down upon you with a look of pure lust and approval.

“Go to the bed.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Rock music lowly play in the background as Cho stands nakedly in front of you a few inches away from the foot of the bed as he admires your current position.

“This is what you wanted so you will take everything I give you and you will fucking love it, yes?” Choso’s tone is especially harsh as he speaks to you. A part of you feels like it is because you offended him earlier. You nod your head as that is the only body part that that you can move since you are now completely restrained with a soft, red jute rope. Your body is in a bowing position as you lay face down on the bed, your arms bound together behind your back in a shabari style while your ankles are restrained to the two posts at the top of the bed, your bare ass and dripping pussy completely exposed. Suddenly, a harsh stinging sensation spreads across your left asscheek as he mercilessly brings down the customized paddle onto your plush globe. A small whimper of pain escapes your lips as more slick seeps from your heated pussy, down your inner thigh. The paddle leaves red welts on your brown skin that begin to form into the shape of the engravings from the paddle.

“Use your words, slut.”

“Yes, Daddy,” your voice teetering on the edge of a moan and whimper as you undergo this humiliation. You questioned yourself as you have never been so turned on in your entire life, in fact, you feel as if the smallest amount of pressure on your bundle of nerves can make you just come right undone… were you just a submissive?

“Look at you, being a good girl… I knew you would be such a good sub for me,” he praises as he stalks to the edge of the bed where your head is resting. Kneeling onto the bed, he grabs your face up by your jaw, forcing you to look up at him through your thick wispy lash extensions. You trail your eyes down his naked frame, licking your lips once your eyes fall upon his hardened dick. It looks so beautiful in all its thick & veiny glory as it leaks a bit of precum, perfectly glossing over his ruby red tip. A smirk stretches across his lips as he intensely watches you.

“Look at you, such a greedy little whore. I’ll give you what you want.”

Swathing one of his hands around the circumference of your bun, securly gripping it in his big hand, Choso wraps his other hand around the base of his dick as he pulls your face to his awaiting appendage by your braids. Instinctively, you allow your jaw to slacken as you prepare to take him in your mouth, but little did you know, that was the absolute wrong thing to do right now. He brutally brings the palm of his hand across your cheek, making a loud smack sound throughout the space. Hot tears spring to your eyes as your face begins to sting but that does not really faze the sadist above you; he is actually leaking more precum. He tightens his grip on your bun before leaning down and talking to you with an even harsher tone. “Did I fucking say you can have it yet? Greedy ass bitch. Look at me. Stay just like this until I say otherwise.”

Now usually, Cho never calls you a bitch even when you have given him the pass. But for some reason, when you hear it now, instead of enraging you, a pathetic whimper falls from your lips. You don’t know what is slowly consuming you from the inside but instead of cowering from it, you openly welcome the newfound sensation. Stretching your tongue out your mouth, you drag the long pink muscle upon the bottom of your cheek, catching a tear that rolled down your now heated face. As you do this, you have secured your half-lidded, lust filled orbs onto Cho’s dominant filled ones. He repeats his earlier movements, eventually resting his sticky tip upon your plump lips before smearing it across them, his bodily fluid coating your succulent kisser as if it’s a homemade lipgloss for you. “Mmm- Yeah look at you, you dirty slut. Such a good fucking slut for Daddy, yeah? This what you fucking wanted, right? Open that pretty little mouth.”

On command, you slackened your jaw, you mouth agape and heavily salivating, ready for your man’s throbbing dick. Cho wastes no time as he immediately stuffs his whole dick into your mouth. You closed your eyes tightly while softly gagging as he forces your head down further onto his dick. His immense length struggles to travel down your tight canal, but once your lips arrive at the base of his dick, you draw your tongue from out of your mouth and caress the surface of it upon his full balls. You quickly open your eyes, locking your attention up on Choso’s darkened expression as tears glass over your orbs. He holds your head in place for a few seconds, pressing your nose into his bushy pubic area, stilling his whole body while looking down at you as you are being bound and gagged by him. He quickly retracts his dick from your mouth, leaving a thick web of spit from his glistening dick to your swollen lips, you heave as you try to catch your breath, never breaking eyesight with him.

“Yeah, look at you. Nasty ass. Stay just like this, ‘m gonna fuck your face.” He commands before reaching both his hands down to roughly grip onto each side of your face as he begins to thrust into your oral cavity, setting a punishing pace as his dick hits your larynx. You can’t do anything but keep looking up at him with your teary siren eyes, saliva spilling out the corners of your mouth as you take everything he gives your throat. As his heavy balls smack against your chin, spit bubbles and foam collect on the sides of your mouth while drool continuously runs down your chin and onto the mattress beneath you both. As he continues to mercilessly rut into your mouth, occasionally smacking the side of your face with the palm of his hand & spewing raw profanities at you, your arousal grows increasingly prominent as your aching walls clench around nothing & more slick glides down your thighs onto the bed. At this point, Choso’s not even fucking your face so he can nut... he just wants to see how pathetic you look as he brutalizes your throat; it’s beautiful to him to see you like this.

“hng- Fuckkkk! Look at you, you pathetic ha- little slut. You love when I use this mouth to my liking, huh?” Your larynx is most definitely bruised but you don’t give a fuck about that—you want him to bruise your cervix next! Your body begins to feels lighter as you continue to experience the right amount of pain & pleasure. You’ve read about subspaces but have never been taken into one. The foreign feeling you felt earlier is now registering in your head as the build up to your subspace. With this newfound knowledge, you want to tempt your dominant even more, seeing as the pain and humiliation he inflicts brings you an immense amount of pleasure. A masochist & a sadist— what a perfect fucking match made in hell.

Choso relents the punishing pace on your mouth as he watches you be taken to a new type of high. A cocky smirk appears upon his mouth as he slows his pace down, never breaking eye contact with you.

“Well, well, well… looks like I have myself a little masochist, huh.” He says before he leans his upper frame over your bowing body and plants several harsh thwacks upon both your luscious asscheeks, causing your eyes to roll into the back of your skull as you give deep, throaty moans along his dick. Tension is now building up in your stomach as your pussy feels like it would explode if he even blew on it. He leans back to his previous position, looking down at your tear-stained face as he slowly ejects his dick from your slobbery mouth. “Sweet little Y/n isn’t nothing but a filthy little slut, huh. You like the way this make you feel, yeah?” He taunts while he has your chin hooked between his index finger and thumb, forcing you to look up at him.

“Y-Yes, Daddy. mmmm” You hoarsely replied due to the way he was just demolishing your throat.

“Tongue out.”

You quickly comply, sticking your tongue out as you await on him. He bends down until he is inches away from your face before forcefully spitting into your mouth and slapping your face once again. Swallowing the glob saliva down your throat, you smile as you are getting pushed closer and closer to that space your body so badly craves.

“What do you say, slut?”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Choso lifts himself off his knees and walks to the top of the bed where your ankles are chained to each bedpost, causing you to be spread like a bald eagle as you are bowing. He settles himself right behind you, a smug grin plastered across his lips as he looks down at your hungry pussy completely saturated & clenching around absolutely nothing. Cho just quietly smiles to himself as he unravels these new revelations about his girlfriend.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He suddenly delivers 4 powerful blows to both of your globes, resulting in you croaking out a loud, elongated moan while arching your back further, pushing your rounded tummy into the bed. “hngg- Fuck,” you try to lowly murmur, but you were caught by your sadistic boyfriend who deviously smirks as he is now excited to put you through more pain and humiliation for disobeying his orders.

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“FUCK, CHO!!! mmmf- PLEASE, IM SORRY, DADD- hnnggg DADDY!” your pleads fall upon deaf ears as he continues to press the hitachi wand against your sensitive bud while it is set to the highest setting. He was relentless with his punishment and enjoying every second of watching your suffering. Every time you were about to cum, he would snatch the wand away and smack his fingers against your sopping pussy, edging you every time until it hurt.

“I deliberately told you not to speak until spoken to and you disobey. Beg me for your release.”

SHMACK! He removed the vibrator and plants another knee-weakening hit to your saturated pussy, tears rolling down your face into the mattress as you are still in the bowing position and bound completely.

“Please, Daddy. I need to cum… I need you inside me now, p-pleaseee…” you slur as you are pleading for your release. Suddenly, you feel Cho’s thumb graze down your honeyed slit, completely coating his digit in your sweet juices. A soft whimper escapes your lips as he is now prodding around at your puckering asshole, pushing his slender digit past the tight ring, sinking it into your forbidden hole. Your body jolts at the foreign intrusion but you welcome it as it feels pleasurable to you. Choso then uses his other hand to slide his middle & ring finger into your aching entrance while simultaneously gliding the pad of his thumb across the surface of your pearl, toying with you. While he chafes his thumb over your bundle of nerves, he moves his svelte fingers inside your gummy walls, scissoring his fingers apart inside of you to occasionally graze your spongy g-spot while he holds his other thumb in your tight hole, sporadically wiggling it inside of you. You release breathy but agitated moans because as the pleasure you feel is quite good— it’s just not enough and he absolutely knows that.

“I said beg, slut.” He firmly states while continuing his soft assault on your weeping pussy.

“Daddy, plea- mmmmf- pleaseee let me cum. Please give it to me, Daddy. I need you in me now baby,” you pathetically beseech.

Satisfied with your begging, Choso then unhurriedly withdraws his fingers from your sticky walls, immediately replacing them with his stiff shaft. As he pleasantly stretches your walls, burying himself to the hilt inside your gooey cavern, you can’t help writhing underneath him as you are finally being filled up the way you have been craving, his thumb still occasionally wiggling in your ass. Your mouth is agape and leaking drool onto the bed as he begins to vigorously snap his hips up into you, your walls hungrily clinging onto his dick as you take all his mindless rutting into your sopping pussy.

“hng- Oh fuck! Look at you… taking this dick, mama. SMACK! Look at that ass… that’s it, take it bitch.” He coaxes while rapidly plunging his dick inside you, his bulbous tip kissing your cervix with every thrust.

“MMF- I’m so fucking close, Daddy! Oh my goodness!” you absentmindedly exclaim as Choso fucks into you.

He leans over you and reaches around to rub tight circles on your clit, pounding into you harder, his length stretching you deliciously as he chases his own release. “Take it… take it… take this dick, slut…” he murmurs while plunging into you, his rotund dick massaging that spongy spot inside your pussy. Looking down, his eyes darkening as he watches himself disappear into your body before leaning over you once more, his lips finding the side of your neck as he breathes hotly against your skin. "You look so slutty taking me, baby... haaaa- absolutely gorgeous..."

“AH! AH! MMMM- ‘m gonna cum on that dick, Daddy! Can I cum on this d-dick, Daddy?” Your mind is completely gone as tears pour out of your eyes, you teeter on the edge of your orgasm that is guaranteed to push you into a subspace. His dick throbs intensely inside you at your words, his own climax threatening to overtake him. He removes his thumb from inside your ass before leaning up and using that hand clamp around your neck, leaving you little room to breathe as he begins fucking you harder while he rubs your clit with increased fervor. "Do it... cum for daddy... drench my dick and say thank you..."

On command, you begin to splash your sweet nectar onto his pelvic area, whimpering as chills travels down your anatomy while every muscle in your body slightly tenses up. You tightly slam your eyes shut, furrowing your eyebrows as your clit begins to have a couple of contractions as you orgasm. “THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!” you strenuously exclaim as a sensation of euphoria rushes throughout your veins as you finish your orgasm against Choso’s length.

His eyes roll back as he feels your pussy clamp down on his dick, your squirting orgasm triggering his own. He deeply growls in ecstasy, his hips jerking as he buries himself deep inside you and unloads his thick, hot ropes of nut directly into your spasming pussy, painting your walls white with every pulse of his dick while feeling your hot liquid spilling onto his skin. He throws his head back while releasing a long, deep groan before leaning up and burying his face in the crook of your neck, his hips softly jerking while he plants soft kisses on your skin as he dumps his seed deep inside you. He continues to stay inside you as you begin to float into your subspace, your body and mind feeling amazingly light as you just exist in an otherworldly place. "My good little slut... that’s right… let it all out.” He coos in your ear as you ride out your intense highs together.

Shortly after he comes down from his release, he leisurely slips out of your sensitive canal before releasing your neck from his hold, leaning his head down and breathing on your leaking pussy. He plants soft kisses on your clit before giving it a couple kitty licks, teasing you once again.

“Wh-??? Cho?” you call out, your voice sounding lighter as you are still floating in your subspace.

“ Shhh,” SMACK! He delivers a forceful hit to your asscheek, “I’m not fucking done with you yet…”

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there will be some major transformations at first for some of you this is an arrange marriage and for some of you this is a full on love marriage with someone from a very different cultural and religious background than yours I'm actually getting bihari and bengalis lmao. I also think there is going to be something related to physical distance as in someone having to shift and move to a very different place in order to live with their significant other and it will be a very big move very very big move it'll be very new like a different world for the one who does but it'll be very fulfilling. I see it being for the best I'm seeing a typical Bengali household haha very open area. You will learn to be new and will learn to be open and it will lead to fulfillment. I see you being so so so happy lord eternal bliss. May god bless you for real. Piyu bole song also keeps playing in my head.

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The very first thing I was getting even before pulling a card was "yea this is def a love marriage" and it's not a havoc one everyone seems okay nobody seems to have a very big problem with you guys not even fate? I see things being very calm between you guys both very balanced individuals? It's like two people loving together regardless of not talking much? I heard "coexisting together is nice sometimes" i also think you guys might've lived together in a space before marriage too perhaps live in or maybe for a few days bur you guys seem very comfortable in each other's presence. It's like you guys don't even mind each other because you both have just always been there for each other. You might also start new things together perhaps ditching the entire family and moving to a very brand new place where no one you know lives. You guys might be together for a very long time before marrying each other. I'm seeing the number 7-8 in specific and the song "jaane kyu dil jaanta hai tu hai toh I'll be alright"

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AYOOO ahahahahahha jus when I start to get sad that there have not been any drama in the piles I get a pile with a drama. One of y'all have a man around you(father) that is NOT going to be happy. This person feels abusive and has alot of attitude and as mentioned earlier it's definitely someone's father and he will not agree to the marriage causing alot of problems. I see alot of problems and all of them just existing because of this dude he'll throw a fit and will not approve to the marriage. However, I do see you not losing hope. Surprisingly I see the rest of your family being very supportive of you as well and it'll end well. I see everything ending very well and your significant other and this man will get very close. Tu maine samjhawan started playing and Chennai express lmao

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The Umbrella Academy Season 4 Fix It Fic // Five Hargreeves x Reader Edition

WC: 3.1k

CW: Canon accurate violence, swearing, kissing, use of Y/N, Y/N is a bad ass, domestic fluff, angsty af.

Summary: A Five x Fem!Reader rewrite for the end of season four because I absolutely hated the ending. Five and Lila are not a thing in this fic, because that made me literally gag.

A/N: Hey luvs! I worked my ass off writing this fic because I needed to have a better ending for season four. In my mind this fic is canon. I hope y'all like it because I truly love how it turned out! Have an amazing day and enjoy! - Claire ♡

Five sat on the empty train, riding round in aimless circles. He had no intention of ever stopping. Perhaps he would die here, if death was even possible in this endless void. There was no reason for him to continue, they were out of options.

All he wanted to do was save his family, save you, but he couldn't even do that. At least this way he could escape having to witness the end of their lives.

He couldn't help but feel as if this was all his fault, if only he had listened to Reginald when he told him never to time travel. So much pain, so many lost lives, it never would have happened.

Five looked out the window, he didn't know what exactly for. Everything looked the same. Round and Round again, each identical station feels more hopeless than the last.

After an immeasurable amount of time, days? years? who knows. Something caught Five's eye.

He jumped up from his seat, following the dark figure out into the station.

Was that? No.

"Hey, wait!" Five shouted, chasing him down a staircase.

He rounded a corner, seeing a dimly lit cafe filled with all too familiar faces. The place was filled with several alternate versions of Five himself. It was an odd feeling for him to see himself this way.

Nonetheless, he took a seat across from the Five he had followed.

No more than ten seconds later, another Five served up two pastrami sandwiches. Five number two began to complain about the amount of sauerkraut on his sandwich, staring intently at the meal.

"What is this place?" Five asked, reaching for the cup of hot coffee next to him.

"It's a gas station. What the hell does it look like? It's a Deli." He could see that the alternate Five share his love of sarcasm.

He went on to explain how this was a place where all of the Five's from alternate timelines end up while trying to fix the "broken timeline" issue.

"Okay, so what shattered the original timeline?" Five asked.

"Not what. Who? I'll give you three guesses." Alternate Five held up three fingers.

"We did!" Another Five yelled.

Five wasn't surprised, everything always seemed to be caused by him.

"By we, do you mean my siblings?" Five asked.

"Yep, the morons."

Five rolled his eyes.

"When we come into existence, the timeline is shattered, and then we're stuck trying to save the world. How many times was it again?"

"145,412."

The number seemed almost impossible to fathom, but the more alternate realities, the more opportunity for the world to end. Alternate Five pointed at the wall, which was filled with every possible way the world had ended. Viktor's attempt at blowing up the moon was front and center. Seeing it gave Five an unpleasant sense of nostalgia.

Five came to realize that the commission was created by an alternate Five in an attempt to fix the timeline, but it was never successful since the Hargreeves siblings were the root of the problem.

"I have to get back." Five turned, rushing out the door. He heard the alternate versions of himself begin to speak, but his overwhelming thoughts drowned it out.

Five ran as fast as he could, getting back on the train and returning to his rightful place. With his family.

As Five entered the abandoned shell of his former home, the room's occupants turned to look at him.

The first person he noticed was you. You watched him with sad eyes, eyes he thought he would never have to gaze into again. Yet here he was, and undeniably, he had a plan.

You watched Five scan the room. Dark hair hung in front of his eyes, his chest heaved from running, or perhaps from anxiety.

"I didn't think you'd be back." You purse your lips, giving him a sour look. '

Facing your bitterness was the hardest part of all this for Five. Of course you had every right to feel that way, he had just up and left you. Although, in his mind that was better than having to watch you die.

"Yeah, neither did I." Five muttered.

Everyone looked at him, obviously awaiting an explanation.

"We caused this." Five began.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Alison sighed.

You stared at Five intently, wondering what had changed since he decided to ditch you and everyone else.

"The marigold that infected our mothers bringing forth our births had a side effect, it fractured the timeline, bringing forth the end of the world."

Five looked from person to person, attempting to read everyone's emotions. They were unreadable.

"Extracting the marigold from our bodies is the only way to stop the cleanse, and in short, fix the timeline."

Silence settled over the room. You weren't born with marigold as the Hargreeves were, but due to Ben's antics, this now concerns you too.

"Okay, but how exactly do we do that?" Diego asked.

Five looked over to Viktor.

"Viktor, you can use your powers to extract the Marigold from our bodies. Unfortunately Ben and Jennifer are too far gone to be saved, but their sacrifice will have been for the greater good."

Viktor let out an elongated sigh, and with little to no hesitation, he agreed.

"Okay, let's get moving before it's too late." Viktor said, speeding out of the room.

You followed closely behind, trying your hardest to avoid Five's gaze.

"Y/N, I-" You cut him off, this was not the time to be talking about all the mistakes he had made. Even if those mistakes led to the answer for all your troubles, they were still mistakes.

"We can talk about this later, if there is one."

Five sighed and watched you exit the room, not even bothering to look his way. He had fucked up big time.

You watched Viktor head towards the monster that was Ben and Jennifer. The creature growled, as it hurdled towards your group.

You turned back as you felt someone grab your arm, Five was standing behind you. You saw something in him that you had only seen a few times before, fear.

"Please. If we don't make it through this I want to make sure we're okay." Five begged for your forgiveness.

In any other circumstance you would not have given in this easily, but the dire situation has just begun to settle in. This could be it.

Neither of you wanted to leave this world with so many words unsaid.

Your gaze softened, and you followed Five away from the other Hargreeve's.

"I know what I did was wrong. With every bone in my body I feel that it was wrong."

He spoke loudly enough to drown out the oncoming chaos, but softly enough to omit any sort of aggression.

Five reached for your hands, and you reluctantly let him take them.

Five paused for a moment, trying to find the words that would mean the most, considering he was dealing with limited time.

"My worst fear is to see you suffer, and at the time, running away seemed like my only escape. I feel like I've already caused so much hardship in your life, and the thought of any more terrified me." His eyes stayed glued to you.

Five was the whole reason you had joined The Commission to begin with. He helped you to believe in a cause that you otherwise wouldn't have, and the two of you hadn't left each other's side since.

You didn't regret it per say, but you couldn't deny that you often wished for a different life. You would never blame any of your circumstances on Five though, and you hated how he always chose to blame himself.

"Nothing that has happened to me, or to anyone, is your fault. I think all of us share some responsibility, but blaming yourself is just wrong." You squeezed Five's clammy hands.

Five let out a sigh of relief as he was able to recognize forgiveness in your eyes.

"I love you." He said, fighting the tears that began to form in the corners of his eyes. The phrase was reserved only for you, as it is a concept that has always been hard for five.

Growing up with Reginald as a father, and a family that could win an Olympic gold medal in dysfunctionality, Five didn't exactly have a positive outlook on love.

"I love you too. We've been through worse, we'll get through this too."

Five pulled you into a tight hug, breathing you in as if it was the last chance he would ever get to hold you. The two of you were versed in the end of the world, this was not the first final hug you had shared. Five placed a soft kiss on the top of your head, and he didn't miss the small cry that escaped your lips.

You rarely cried, and when you did it was always around Five. He was the only person you felt comfortable enough with to show vulnerability. It was the perfect moment, and the past few days had worn down your patience. You reluctantly let a few tears slip loose.

"Get your asses over here love birds, Ben is here." Diego called from the other side of the room.

You and Five exchanged a look before running over to the center of the room and rejoining your family.

Ben growled ferociously, the red goo that dripped from his body falling around the room.

"Just so you guys know, I have no idea what the hell I'm doing. So if we all die, I apologize in advance." Viktor said, clenching his fists on either side.

His newly improved orange power began to swirl around his body. He squeezed his eyes shut, clearly focusing on the task at hand.

You reached for Five's hand, interlocking your fingers with his. If these were to be your last moments, you wanted to make sure he was with you.

Five gripped your hand with everything he had in him, every bit of strength was to remind you of his presence.

With each moment that passed, the colorful plume of Viktor's powers grew, encasing not only Ben and Jennifer, but all of you.

You and Five watched as the all too familiar gold marigold specks began to float through the air. It felt odd, it didn't hurt, but it wasn't a particularly pleasant feeling. It was like your whole body was being poked by a prickly cactus.

The air turned cold, and all other sounds were overcome by the rumbling of Viktor's power.

An unbearable wave of exhaustion washed over you, and it became hard for you to keep your eyes open.

You looked over at Five, making eye contact with him one last time. He gave you his signature smirk, funny how in spite of everything he could still be himself.

The last thing you saw was Ben falling to the floor, the marigold protruding from him filling the whole room with a deep yellow glow.

And just like that, the world turned black.

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Five opened his eyes, the bright light of day overwhelming his vision. The ground beneath him was soft, the tall grass tickling his fingertips.

Five sat up slowly, his eyes adjusting to the sun. He looked over next to him, and there you were. Just as you had always been, right by his side. Your chest rose slowly, a thankful sign that you were still alive.

Five looked beyond you, to see his siblings all scattered around the lawn. They were all exactly where they had been before the blackout. The empty patch of grass, of course, was where the Hargreeve's mansion used to stand.

Without the existence of their powers, The Umbrella Academy was never formed. It was strange, to know that what Five remembered, no one else did. It was like waking up from a strange dream.

However, one thing was missing, Ben. And of course Jennifer. Five wasn't surprised that they hadn't made it, considering how their bodies were overtaken.

Five watched as his siblings slowly began to rise from their temporary comas, their eyes heavy and glazed over.

Five nudged you slightly. Unable to wait for you to wake, wanting to share this beautiful moment with you.

You opened your eyes and felt as if you had awoken from a decades long slumber. The first thing you saw was Five next to you, a genuine smile on his face. That was something you had missed.

"Are we in heaven?" Klaus mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"Well if this was heaven, I'd be awfully disappointed." Lila replied.

You laughed to yourself, and stood up on wobbly legs.

You all had done it.

"Viktor. I think you might have just saved the world." Luther announced.

Viktor smiled and looked down, maybe eventually he'd let himself take the credit.

You began to take in your surroundings. The sound of traffic in the distance, the wind stinging your cheek, the smell of spring air. It was all so normal.

"Guys, where's Ben?" Klaus asked, and your heart dropped.

"Klaus...we all knew he probably wouldn't make it.." Alison said sadly.

Just then, something caught your eye. Something yellow that stuck out in the patch of green.

"Guys, look!" You pointed at the unique plant.

"Marigolds." Five said softly, and you felt his hand close around yours.

Two beautiful yellow flowers sprouted from the earth, a reminder of what was sacrificed. A reminder of what had to happen for all of this to exist, and a symbol of hope.

~~ Two Years Later ~~

You awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside your window, a song that was often your wake-up call. You rolled over to see Five sleeping peacefully next to you. You weren't surprised. He always slept late, after all, he was an old man at heart.

It had been two years of living freely in the new timeline. You and Five now share an apartment next to Lila and Diego and their three kids.

Life wasn't without its challenges, but compared to everything else the two of you had been through this was paradise.

Viktor had started his own Cafe, a small shop on a street corner that had quickly become a local favorite.

Alison had landed a big movie role not long after everything returned to normal. Ever since it hit the big screen, she had no problem with job offers. She didn't even miss her power of persuasion.

Klaus still lives with Alison. He doesn't really do anything specific, he often refers to himself as 'self-employed'. But he was happy, and that was all that really mattered.

Luther had somehow reconnected with Sloane, who had re-appeared after the timeline was fixed. Of course she didn't remember anything, but it must've been fate because they got to fall in love all over again.

Diego decided to put his skills acquired from his power to use and now taught axe throwing classes.

Lila had decided to help people who had ended up in a mental hospital, similar to how she had. She was working on getting her degree in psychology.

As for you and Five. Five kept his CIA job, and you decided to join him in his career. As the two of you had always done everything together, why not this too?

You felt Five stir next to you, letting out a series of groans. He slowly opened his eyes, a smile spreading across his face the moment he saw you.

"Good morning, beautiful." His morning voice is thick and deep.

"I love you." You whispered, pushing his messy hair out of his eyes.

Five leaned up to kiss you but you counteracted it by jumping out of bed. You pulled the blanket off of him and he whined in protest.

"Time to get up, Gramps, Lila wants us to drive the kids to school today."

Five rolled his eyes at the nickname. You snickered and kissed him on the cheek before heading to the bathroom to get ready.

After the two of you grabbed breakfast, you met Lila outside, Grace and the twins behind her.

"Thank you again for helping us out with this, I don't know how I'd ever get to work on time without you." Lila gave you a quick hug.

"Of course, whatever you need." You ushered her away, signaling that you could take it from here.

You were used to driving the kids places, and they always said you were their favorite aunt. Five however, could not surpass Klaus for favorite uncle.

"Alright guys, who's ready for school?" You said as you jumped in the driver's seat.

There was a chorus of enthusiastic cheers from the back, and you laughed.

"I was never that excited about school when I was your age." The kids had no idea how long ago that actually was for you.

You made sure to put on some kid friendly music, anything but Baby Shark. You dropped the kids off and made sure they all got inside safely.

"Anything else on the schedule for today?" Five asked you.

"Nope, we're both off today so I think the rest of our day is free."

"Great, we should do absolutely nothing." Five's eyes lit up with excitement.

You nodded in agreement and drove towards your home.

Once you arrived, the both of you threw on pajamas and cuddled up in bed. Five flung his arms around you and rested his head on your shoulder, simultaneously letting out a big sigh.

"I love you." He mumbled in your ear.

Even after all these years he still made you blush every time he said those three little words.

"I love you more." You pressed a kiss to Five's nose and he scrunched it up before responding with a chaste kiss to your lips.

After breaking apart you and Five settled into each other's arms, excited to spend a calm day together.

He reached for the remote and flicked on the TV. The small kiss he placed on your forehead didn't go unnoticed.

As Five settled into this new life, he found it hard not to expect a new life altering crisis to pop up at any moment. But it never did.

As the day dragged on, nothing out of the ordinary happened; and you could almost say that it was an ordinary day.

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I guess I'm unintentionally working my way up the age ladder, so Jason next-

This is the first part that contains backstory stuff I gave my reader, so unfortunately this is where a lot of the "they can be anyone" immersion dies, sorry y'all.

Genuinely, he thought he might hate you at first. Even at the preteen age of 12, where children were usually trying to start striving to independence, you had been so...bland.

It's not that you didn't stand out. Quite the contrary. Anywhere Alfred could be found, you were just a step or two behind him. A leech. Only ever speaking in a hushed voice, making the old man strain himself to hear you, surely.

He doesn't think you've ever even looked him in the eye.

It isn't until that summer he starts connecting the dots. You still cling to long sleeved shirts, pants over shorts, even when it's clear you're struggling to not overheat.

Then he catches you in the kitchen in the middle of the night, t-shirt and pajama shorts.

Burn marks, healed yet gruesome, decorate your arms and legs. Based on how they're positioned, he'd argue they probably exist on the rest of your body, too.

And yet, despite his invasion of what you clearly(?) wanted kept hidden, you merely bow your head in shame and offer a meek apology.

That's when he stops seeing you as a problem, but as a victim of consequence.

Not a bratty child who doesn't care enough about the lower class to speak to your new 'sibling,' but a lonely child who had never even once considered he might want to speak to you.

"Mister Wayne and Mister Grayson are very busy." You had said once, matter of factly rather than bitter or sad. "I'm sure they'd spend time with me if they weren't. But they have two lives, so they have less time than anybody."

He doesn't have the heart to tell you that they make time for him. And the rest of Gotham.

As you do with Alfred, you begin to shadow him. Meandering behind him without a care as to what his plans are, happy to receive the barest of acknowledgments.

You hesitate when speaking about yourself, as though taking up his time with mentions of you is an issue. He's starting to understand why.

Jason isn't sure if it's pity or growing affection that keeps him around, at first. For a while, he sees you as more of a sad, wet dog than as his family.

But you begin to connect with peers at school, finding validation outside of those that feel forced to give it to you. You mature, grow up more than you should, and realize the reality of your home life.

And Jason is thrilled! ...and...a little sad? He's happy for you, sure. Having friends is probably what you needed. People who want you around, genuinely. Who choose to make time for you.

But he'd be lying if he said that the way you used to stare at him didn't make him feel like a hero. Like he was doing so much, changing your world, simply by existing.

You still speak, of course. You're friendly siblings that get along well. You give him various foods you've tried making, courtesy of Alfred inspiring a desire to learn to cook and bake on your own. You talk about books you've read together, and listen intently while he rambles about his favorites.

You even peek in after particularly rough patrol nights, just to make sure he's gotten through it okay.

But it isn't...quite the same. No, but it's...it's for the best.

And he is still a hero! As Robin, he's protecting the whole city alongside Batman!

So he's still a hero.

He's still your hero.

"Jay? I was wondering if I could ask you for some help. The show my club is doing is one of those old books you like-"

"They aren't that old."

"-and my character doesn't show up much in the movie-"

"You watched the MOVIE before reading the book!?"

"-so I wanted to ask if you'd help me with characterization!"

He remembers groaning at you and rolling his eyes. "I'm busy tonight. Go watch the dumb, BAD, movie again." He pauses. "Uh, but I can tomorrow. I'll make sure I don't have anything planned, promise."

He saw you pause, and sees the constant same promises pass through you.

"I...have other arrangements. I'll make it up to you next time."

"Ah...sorry, kiddo! Big kid stuff. But next time! You trust your big bro, yeah?"

But this is Jason. Jason doesn't lie to you.

Jason keeps his promises.

You smiled. "Yeah. Tomorrow."

...

Then he died.