#god why the hell is quality so bad again

[decahedrones]

Ciri thorough the game

Part 3 - Hunting the basilisk

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[changeling-droneco]

Hi I'm that person who made the original post about "no doesn mean no" when a small bit of the mr beast company document was leaked, well, now we have the full document (thanks rosanna) so I'm going to go over it. Please note I am not a lawyer or a business man, I'm in college for psychology, so I might misunderstand some things or make the wrong conclusion. However, if this is a document made for the average mr. beast employee, if I cannot understand it properly, then im sure some employees also struggled

First of all, the opening paragraph. Like I get it's supposed to be like, to put people at ease, but

This is so strange? Like, first of all, this is your EMPLOYEE MANUAL, you should have run it through like, a spell check? Or had someone edit it? This is already incredibly unprofessional. Also the promising of a thousand dollars if you pass a quiz on it? It's bizarre and I'd love to see if it's an actual quiz.

Jimmy, hun, please god get an editor for this you're already trying my patience.

YOU SHOULD, you genuinely should, while interconnected these are all COMPLETELY different jobs, if you think you could write a separate manual for each branch you SHOULD

I'm sure I'm about to get an answer but what the fuck is the best YOUTUBE video then? If it's not comedy, its not production, its not quality, its not look, then what the hell is left? (monetization, it's monetization)

First of all, Jimmy, why are you using internet lingo in this, it's not a text message, this is not a place for, idc, and lol, and not capitalizing your headers correctly??? Also like I said, he's chasing trends for monetization, and also he's just wrong, there are plenty of hollywood level shows and the like on youtube. You fully admit you do not care about trends and actively rush things?

This is just fucked??? Like of COURSE IT MATTERS??? Results based company is bullshit, your employees that worked for five weeks and failed aren't "lesser" then James, it's a structural failure! They still worked for HOURS to try and succeed?? That shows merit and loyalty??? What the fuck???

Rosanna covers this one in her video but it's worth restating that this is FUCKED??? It's clear overwork "your job is your family" culture. Especially the use of the word obsessive? If you do not OBSESS over your work, you are considered poisonous. NO WONDER we have so many reports of employees doing things they feel is dangerous or unsafe, if they don't they're considered POISON to the company.

The formatting in this doc continues to fucking kill me, what are you DOING man GET AN EDITOR

This feels like such an easy fix of just...make the thumbnail after the fact? Or only make a rough draft of one first? Like if production makes a red bouncy castle instead of a yellow one, that feels like an easy fix to the thumbnail OR a communication error, and again, that's on management

A lot of the next stuff is like analytics stuff that for the most part I can't really speak on as someone who does not do any of this stuff. There are a few things though

Which like???? what??? a lull??? what do you mean "watching a video without even realizing they are watching a video??" That doesn't scream good or even mediocre content to me. If I'm actively tuning out as I watch a video, that's bad. Especially because there have been plenty of times I've been like half way through a video i go "hey this sucks actually" and click off. They actively want their audience to not be paying attention to the video so it runs all the way through, that's kinda pathetic.

I don't actually know if this is common or not in this industry, but as an outsider this seems INCREDIBLY micromanaging to me, to an immense degree.

Jimmy why are you putting swears in your employee manual?? sir??? and also something about this whole thing icks me out, I don't quite have the words but the whole emphasis on "im different im special no one else can be me" just reeks of something kind of manipulative

Why is production changing so much Jimmy??? Infinite growth is the mindset of a cancer cell Jimmy! This is incredibly unstable working conditions! Also again with the word obsession, if you take time out of your own day on your own time to watch hulu, that's seen as not being obsessed enough for the company. This is nonsensical!

Again, this is INSANELY micromanaging, and also so fucking unhinged??? "God himself couldn't stop you from making this video on time" is NOT a healthy work mindset, things HAPPEN!!!

In this segment he's actually talking normal things but I did just want to highlight his use of "freaken" who the hell puts that in an EMPLOYEE MANUEL

Again with the micromanaging, and the immense pressure on employees for problems OTHER people do. While he's not fully wrong that you should be in more contact with the contractor then the example, this is too much in the other direction. How much time in the day does he think people have?!

My kingdom for a fucking paragraph break dude, my fucking eyes. Also this is a lot of "im so great and do everything and you should do more for me and if i dont know something that's your fault" for something titled "I am not always right"

I'm getting lazy with my highlighting, but again, the micromanaging? If you're SOOO busy, the first question should be the ideal? it's quick and makes a quick decision, while the second one meanders and meanders

Again, Jimmy is pushing blame for HIS mistakes on OTHER PEOPLE. For again, a section called "i am not always right" hes taking NO accountability for that and just making the SAME excuses he's berating in other places.

I can't even tell what he means here AN EDITOR JIMMY

Autism Hell tm, PLEASE email me so I can DOUBLE CHECK IT, things in writing are SO useful

Again the language towards "C-Players" which as mr beast has said, are the people who y'know, are NORMAL employees who DON'T live and breathe this company

Okay first of all, a Lamborghini is like 300k so that's already A REALLY hard task, and i sure hope don't usually put typos in the tasks. SECOND of all the fact he thinks its okay to go "hey if the studio is literally on fire around you and you stop working to get the Lamborghini, you're not doing good enough" even if he claims it as a joke is NOT OKAY what the FUCK

We've covered this before, but to reiterate this segment is named after a sexual assault reference when it could have been named ANYTHING ELSE and harasses employees and pressures them to break rules, don't do that.

I'm not an editor, so maybe this is normal, but as someone from the outside it seems strange to put this much emphasis on dividing focus between so many videos at once.

Jimmy, hun, are you paying extra for this? Because if I'm an editor and you want me FILMING stuff then i want to be paid more for doing TWO jobs and I probably still wont be as skilled a TRAINED CAMERA MAN

First of all now THAT'S a type, consteatants. Also the fact they are aware that leaving contestants out in the sun is bad, why are you not doing MORE TO STOP IT BEYOND "hey maybe giving them three hours of heatstroke is bad, try only two next time"

Don't we love favoritism, more shitty unprofessional writings, and a completely unstable work environment?

If your people have to pull all nighters period something is wrong, and if something happens to an employees car that could have seriously hurt someone, i sure hope you care more then just "LOL FUNNY" Who's picking up the broken glass? Who's reimbursing the car owner? That one meme of "your first care should be commitment to the bit" is a MEME jimmy, it's not ACTUAL ADVICE

Ah shit I hit image limit, well, you've seen enough screenshots to know these are screenshots, we're almost done I'll put them in as quotes

"Let’s say you are tasked with finding us a castle to live in for 50 hours and while doing research you find a castle and a number to call for the owner. So you do call, and he answers. Only problem is he says he quit the castle renting business to pursue his dream of building a 100 foot tall lego catapult. You can obviously tell where i’m going with this. Ideally you’d recognize that’s badass as fuck and try to convince him to let us use it when we do find a castle. This is a bad example because it’s so obvious but if you’re doing your job right you will be doing an absurd amounts of calls and data collecting. While trying to complete your prios and prepare for the video you should always be on the lookout for new things you can bring to your creative team to inspire them. Because just like me, they don’t know what they don’t know and you can’t just say “i’m in production and i’m not very creative” because that’s literally the equivalent of saying I suck at what I do. You also need to apply this same mindset when problem solving because many people lose sight of this stuff when in the weeds. If a problem appears, always always always ask yourself if your new plan is whats best for creative, not just the easiest bandaid."

First of all it's really funny seeing all the red lines pop up, second of all this insistent blurring of everyone's job seems so strange? Again maybe this is normal, but it really feels like Jimmy wants everyone working every job, instead on focusing on what they are actually hired to do.

"What is the goal of our content?

To excite me. The goal of our content is to excite me. That may sound weird to some of you, especially if you’re new but to me it’s what’s most important. If I'm not excited to get in front of that camera and film the video, it’s just simply not going to happen."

That's fucking weirddddd, like I get that he's trying to be like "im authentic" but it always feels like a bad sign when the goal of a company is literally just "What amuses the boss" like...bad sign

"this is youtube and there are constraints. You know the video can’t be a minute so you’re obviously going to need a story to hold the viewers and there are rules to storytelling. Our audience is massive and because of that you have to be simple, for 50 million people to understand something it must be simple. Content can be anything but there is structure and rules that we must mold it into that I want to teach you about, because virality doesn’t just happen. Every frame of our videos will be seen by 10s of millions of people"

Gross

"I'd say the average MrBeast viewer is a teenage memer that likes video games."

Mr Beast is completely aware of his demographic and puts screen shots of it, he is very aware his stuff is aimed at kids, even when its about gambling or hiring people not around near minors

"I feel silly for having to write this but all the time I talk to 32 new people that have at most seen like 5 or 6 of our videos and it’s mind blowing that they don’t see a problem with that lol."

It's almost like your audience is teenage memer and that people who working here are not in fact, teenage memers.

"What you consume on social media, when you watch youtube, tv, the games you play, etc. are what I like to call your information diet.

How do you stay up to date on the latest memes? How do you know what’s going on with celebrities? What’s trending on youtube? What other creators are doing? What’s popping on tik tok? Your information diet. Consume things on a daily basis that help you write better content."

If my job as a creative writer had my boss tell me to have to see whats "popping on tik tok" as part of my job i'd quit also again, the micromanaging of someone's life as well pops up again, it's weirddd

"It’s okay for the boys to be childish

If talent wants to draw a dick on the white board in the video or do something stupid, let them. (assuming they know all the risks and arn’t missing context on why it’s not safe) People like when we are in our natural element of stupidity. Really do everything you can to empower the boys when filming and help them make content. Help them be idiots"

More favoritism

"If you’ve made it this far you are probably at least semi interested in this being your career. So I wanted to chat about it. Because if you're ambitious and want to dedicate your life to work, you picked the best company in America to do it at. I really don’t care to hoard a bunch of money and I deeply believe in rewarding the people that help this business get where it needs to be. But before I get into that, let’s talk about the future. As I write this we have 2 teams, that will grow to 4 in the next year. (and possibly 8 in the next 2 years but I can’t talk about that cause james will kill me haha). We need more leaders in the company. Weneed hard working, obsessive, coachable, intelligent, grinders that can step up and take some of these leadership spots over the next 2 years. Every single department has an opportunity for you to grow in and you’re in luck because we don’t do yearly reviews. We do whenever the fuck you want reviewes"

Lack of communication from management, and more emphasis on grinding and crunch culture, goodie, all while riddled with typos! God.

"I see a world where this company is worth billions and one day 10s of billions. And those of you that help build this will be rewarded. I want nothing more then for you to go all in, obsessive all day everyday, and become so god dam valuable this company can’t operate without you. And in return for becoming so valuable I hope to give you incredible experiences, a fun place to work, and of course, more money then you could ever dream of making at any other company."

I feel like I'm reading a fucking pyramid scheme document here, "youre so so valuable spend literally every minute of every day on this company haha" good GOD man

[slasherscream]

the absolute INSANITY of the pushing your s/o away thing with the crazy ass boy gang… it’s like triggering a dog’s prey drive but for serial killers w abandonment issues

CRAZY ASS BOYS GANG + PUSHING THEIR HAND AWAY/REJECTING AFFECTION

❥ who gets pissed the fuck off ❥

Billy Loomis - Is irritated off rip. Billy plays it cool but he needs physical affection from you. He’s casual about it so he flies under the radar, but this is a stage five clinger. He’s always doing something small. Touching your fingers. A hand on your back. Neck. Sitting behind you instead of putting you directly in his lap. It’s little stuff. Hovering. Smack his hand away one of these times and his jaw clenches right away. “What the hell is your problem?” Please snuggle up to him and don’t start world war 3. It’s not worth the joke. 

Kevin Khatchadourian - Quick question, why do this to yourself? Kevin does not need, nor does he particularly enjoy, physical contact. Period. He is gracious enough to give you physical contact because he knows you’re built different (pathetic). For you to then turn around and spit in the face of him being kind enough to meet your needs? …. Quite crazy of you. The look he gives you is pure confusion because he’s honest to God baffled. What do you want to accomplish here? Go ahead and start begging now, because he’s not touching you for a long while. 

Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves - Swings wildly between damn near dodging any physical affection you attempt to give him to hanging off you like a squid on a ship. No in-between. For you to have the audacity to reject him when he’s feeling clingy? How dare you. He doesn’t have to beg anyone for attention! Did you forget who you’re dating? Doesn’t even care if you did it with obvious playfulness. He’s sensitive. He’s tender. He’s a bitch. He goes to get up and leave entirely and you have to grab him and beg him to cuddle so this doesn’t become a week long cold war. Happy ego stroking! 

Stu Macher - What you’re not about to do is ruin his mood. Baby, he’s about to ruin yours. How about that? If you push his hands off you once he enjoys a little playful bitchiness. Playing hard to get. He likes to chase, it’s cool. Twice? Okay…. We’re irritating him. Three times? He’s gonna grab your hand, stop smiling, and stare at you. When he places his hand back where it belongs, on your thigh, don’t act up again. He could make your whole week go to shit. Don’t start wars you won’t win. He’s the king of playing stupid games and winning stupid prizes. 

Nathan Prescott - Has to bluster and get visibly pissed off because he is rejection sensitive to a degree that is astounding, frankly. Let you see him upset after he tried to be affectionate and you said no? Hah! Not fucking likely. Being physically affectionate in the first place doesn’t come easy to him. Quality time is more his speed. Even worse if it wasn’t a sexual advance he was making. He tried to wrap an arm around you and you shrug him off? You’ll be lucky to get a hello out of him for the next week. Good luck soldier.

David Mccall - Outwardly, he pretends to be despondent and sheepish when you bat his hand away. He’s using sadness as a shield. If he’s sad then you might feel bad and give in. He’ll use any tool in his arsenal to get his way. One of his greatest skills is speaking in a soft voice, just shy of how you’d speak to a toddler, and telling you: “I didn’t mean to upset you, sweetheart. I’m sorry.” This is all to hide the fact that you rejecting him in any way, shape, or form makes him so angry he can barely think. You might be able to catch the rage hidden behind the veil. If you’re quick enough. David puts on a convincing show, but his gentle smile is twitching at the edges.

❥ who gets sad and mopey ❥

Jordan Li - Oh you pushed them away? No, that’s cool, it’s totally fine. You can want space. Everyone’s entitled to their own space bubble. Of course. Are you having a bad day? Are you mad at them? Did they do something wrong? Did they piss you off? These are the types of questions Jordan is going to “casually” ask for the next ten minutes while they sit really close to you. They’re not touching you! They always sit with their legs spread so wide. Their arm isn’t around you, it’s on the back of the couch. You’re nitpicking here, babe. They’re staring at you with their big brown eyes. No, they didn’t get any closer while you weren’t looking. 

Josh Washington - Why would you do this to him? Don’t push his hand off you unless you mean it or you’re being obviously playful about it. If you pretend to be mad at him while you do it, no matter how unconvincing of an actor you are, he will believe you. Sensitive king. He also won’t go to touch you again until you initiate the contact. Physical touch is reassuring and comforting to him but even he (category five clinger) gets touch aversion at times. As observant as he is, he knows some people are uncomfortable asserting their boundaries, so they’ll try to soften the blow of saying no by being “playful”. He cannot take the risk! You could mean it but don’t want to hurt his feelings. Josh interprets many playful no’s as real ones. Better safe than sorry.

❥ secret third worse thing ❥

Sebastian Valmont - Doesn’t take it for anything more than what it is. If you’re being playful he recognizes it. If you’re seriously not wanting to be touched at any given moment he understands that as well. However, in the case of being playful, you’ve started a war you can’t win. Because, as much as Sebastian enjoys chasing you…  Sebastian also likes to be chased. Ten minutes from now you’ll go to give Sebastian’s cheek a kiss and he’s going to dodge you. Hard. To such an extent it’s bordering on insult. He’ll be wearing a cat that got the canary grin all the while. 

Jason Dean/JD - Doesn’t take you seriously even if you are dead serious. I’m sorry, you’ve discovered his worst character trait by far. Most boundaries are a joke to him. He always wants to touch you. He loves you! He craves you like a drug. You should feel the same for him, in equal measure and desperation. So why wouldn’t you want him touching you? Holding you close. He’s so gentle with you (usually). His arms should feel like home. No matter how long a day you’ve had. No matter how overwhelmed you might be with sound, sight, touch. In JD’s eyes you’re one soul in two bodies. He always wants you near. He knows you want the same. You’re just a little dramatic sometimes.

[dumplingsjinson]

List of random dialogue prompts 

“I was never a morning person, but then I started waking up to your face and you know… Maybe mornings aren’t that bad, after all.” 

“Why are you mad?” “I’m not mad, I just think you can choose better people to kiss.” 

“I fucking hate you.” “No you don’t. Take that back right now.” 

“You know I’d do anything to have you stay by my side, right? Anything.”  

“Oh, fuck. Do that again.” 

“You look stupid as all hell right now.”

“I want to believe you, but I don’t know if I can.” 

“You’ve given me so many reasons to walk away.” “Then why don’t you walk away? It’s not like I’m keeping you hostage here.” “You still don’t get it, do you? It’s because I love you.” 

“…Damn it all to hell, if I don’t get to have you tonight then I’m never going to be able to have you.” 

“Let me call you mine, just for tonight.”

“I think you and I make an amazingly stupid pair.” “I know! Our two brain cells combined together make for quality entertainment and a unique kind of stupidity.” 

“I’m going to have so much fun with you.”

“Oh God, yes, right there— oh my God, just like that, please don’t stop.” “…Can you stop that? You’re making it sound like we’re in a porno and now I’m highly uncomfortable.” 

“Bet you they don’t make you sound like that, do they?” 

“Fuck, you’re such a wreck, and because of me, too.” 

“Can you stop moaning? I’m trying to help you relax but you’re making it hard for me to concentrate.” “Sorry, your hands just work a little too good.” “I’m going to pay for a masseuse next time if you keep doing this.” 

“You are driving me insane and I’m this close to losing my shit because of you.”

“Is hating me your only personality trait?”

“Never scare me like that again!” 

“Oh, don’t worry. I have every plan to make you submit to me.”

“I’m not even gonna lie, I’m just so fucking obsessed with you.” 

“That could be us.” “That is us.”

“Was it worth it?”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you— slow down, you’ll get what you want soon enough.”

“I want you to remember every single second of this.” 

“Bet you they can’t make you feel the way I do.” “Bet’s on.” “Wait, what? That was not my intention—”

“Hm, but I think I like having you spread out like this. Such a gorgeous sight.” 

“Come and get your fix.”

“…You’re an addiction I never want to quit.” 

“I had nothing to live for, but then you came into my life. So thank you.” 

“Why’d you— why’d you do that?” “B-Because I promised you I’d do anything to keep you safe.” 

“I swear if we get caught then I’m actually going to kill you.” 

“You think I wanted this to happen?!”

“Just when I was about to give up…”

“I trusted you with my life.” “Well, I’m sorry but you’re clearly very gullible.”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel the same as I do, then I’ll leave you alone.” 

“You know, maybe you should bet on something else the next time instead of betting on someone’s fucking feelings.” 

“You’re such a dork.” “Yeah, no wonder you’re so in love with me.”

“Does me doing all these things not account for anything?” “I never asked you to do those things for me, though, did I?”

“You nearly foiled our plan, you idiot!”

“I… I think I’m happy.” “You think? So you’re not one hundred percent certain?”

“Who’s laughing now?” “…Clearly not you. You’re crying, dear God.” 

“I’m tired of being on the sidelines.” 

“You actually came back.”

“Christ on a fucking bike, I could kiss you right now.”

“That was a bold move.”

“We’re going to be late, all because you couldn’t stop scrolling through that damn phone of yours while taking your damn sweet time to shit!” 

“Kinda sucks that I can only have you like this.” 

“I fell in love, so hard, and so fast, but a part of me knew it wasn’t going to last.” 

“Your heart’s always on your sleeve.” “Only around you, because you’re the only one who knows me so well. Too well, in fact.”  

(pt. 2) | (pt. 3)

[jujutsukgojo]

Smelly

Alpha! Satoru gojo x Beta! reader Summary:

"He doesn’t know why he chose you. You're a beta and he’s an alpha. He's been told several times that he’s supposed to be with an omega. Yet here you are, totally having him wrapped around your finger and you don't even know it. He's supposed to be the strongest sorcerer, not some love-sick, insecure alpha trying to woo someone that isn’t designed for him."

Gojo's a newly presented alpha and is trying to court you but stinks.

tw: insecurity and fluff, a/b/o, omegaverse

The second you open the door, you feel a sharp pain in your head. Your friends, Satoru and Suguru, sit together minding their own. To the naked eye, they seem fine. However, you can feel the tension and are bothered by the overwhelming smell. You look around for a certain brunette missing from the mix. It isn’t odd for Shoko to be late to class anyway, so you don’t ask where she is.  

You go to your seat and they mumble a hello. Suguru barely looks your way while Satoru focuses on you. Or at least that is what it looks like. You can't really tell because of those insanely dark glasses.

 Geto and Gojo have always been close. Best of friends, brothers, and rivals. Peas in a pod that argue constantly and are a pain to deal with due to their clownery. Suguru’s self-righteousness and Satoru’s, well, Satoru being himself, are enough to deal with daily.  

 However, the tension between them right now will have you running to the hills if they start fighting (again). The average Tuesday but on a different and more dangerous and intense level.  

 Since you are a beta, you got what the deal was the second you came in. The two clowns are presenting their secondary genders. It is a form of puberty. It makes sense as to why Geto and Gojo have this friction. If their newfound scents are any indicator, they’re alphas getting ready to officially present.  

Even before, everyone guessed what they were, but it hadn’t fully shown itself until now. If they were to open their mouths, no doubt there would be new canines pushing through. But you know that one false move and it is an all-out brawl. 

  Alphas tend to do that when this happens. Because of how aggressive they can get, it is encouraged for alphas to stay home during this time.  

It kind of reminds you of when you get your period and become a nightmare. Hell, you even bit Suguru once. In your defense, he reached for your food so in the eyes of God you are innocent.  

Despite the fires of hell coming out of you and the bite marks they all have on them, they are still nice and understanding. Every month they give you what you want and accommodate to you.  

So, it’s only fair to be the same way with them. Help the two dumbasses get through this as much as you can.  

But oh my God, the smell.   

“You guys stink.” Before, everyone’s scent was toned down and had a newborn baby quality to it. And now? That's gone and it's on full throttle until they’re done. After this, it won’t be so bad.  

The two dumbasses look at you with bugged out eyes and open mouths. Both of their expressions are fit for a comic book or anime or something.  

“What?!” They say in unison, with a white cast over their face and their hairs raised. 

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Later that day, everyone had to go to their rooms. It was awful. They hit their peak at the same time and it resulted in Incident Number 348. 

After class, all they had to do is run some laps. Thing One and Thing Two had calmed down and were acting a little normal about that time much to everyone's delight. Until you laughed at something Suguru said, and Satoru started growling again. All the while you were sitting on the bleachers eating crackers due to nausea from the headaches their scents give you, watching everything go down.  

  Unfortunately, being the only beta in the class means you had to go over there and calm them down with your calming scent. You walked up to them hesitantly, knowing good and damn well if you are caught in the fray, you may not make it.   

Releasing your scent as much as you could, they slowly started to relax. They took deep breaths and their growls turned lower, quieter. Finally, you smacked them on the back of their heads. It wasn’t necessary, but you felt it was. Suguru snarled at you. Out of instinct, you moved your hand away quickly. Satoru jumped on his best friend again. 

 The school and probably all of Tokyo suffered from it. Lights were going crazy, the ground rumbled, trees moved from their rightful place in the ground, and the air somehow felt expanded around you. You can’t explain it, honestly. It felt as if nothing could touch you. Yet, at the same time, it was suffocating. 

After it took several more betas to calm the two down and plushies from Yaga to punch them in the face, Yaga had given up and forced everyone to their rooms. 

Now everyone has to eat separately until their presentations ease up.  

You lay on your bed eating your crackers until your name is called. Suddenly, you hear huffing outside your door. The smell is so damn strong. You get up and slowly go to the door to peek underneath it. All you see are large bare feet walking back and forth. Getting a closer look, there are painted toes. The only person who wears that colored nail polish is Satoru. He looks awful in it. He has more of a cool tone! Neon yellow isn’t really his color. He didn’t care and said that he looked good in everything. When you were painting them, you tried to tell him he looks like a sunny side up egg, but all he said was ‘yummy’ and asked you to please eat him.

You nearly killed him when he wiggled his toes in your face.  

 “What’s he doing? How did he get out?” You whisper. The smell is getting stronger as he goes against your door, rubbing himself on it.  

The headache is back with a vengeance and it’s making you nauseous and dizzy. That’s the drawback with these headaches lately. They make you so damn dizzy and sick.  

 You eat the last cracker. Groaning as you lay on the floor, you say, “Crud, I'm out of crackers.”  

He stops walking and faces the door. You poke his toe with your finger. He jumps from shock, which in turn makes you smile. Finally, he leaves. Your phone begins to ring and shows Yaga’s name. In a gruff voice, he lets you know that it’s time for dinner.  

Apparently, betas and the unpresented eat together. Honestly, that’s okay with you. Anything to get away from the overwhelming scents.  

Entering the room, you see only five students. Three being your upperclassman and two being your juniors. You grab your lunch and head to the table where Yu and Kento sit. The two usually hang together. Like Satoru and Suguru, they’re rarely a part.  

  “Why do you smell like that?” Yu asks. He shoves a big chunk of food in his mouth. He chews noisily and it for some reason sounds happy? 

“Explain.” 

He gets closer. “I don’t know? It’s hurting my head though.” He says with his mouth full. You forgot that he told you that he’s a beta.  

Kento scolds him for his chewing and tells him to have manners. Kento is a stiff emo-looking kid. One day he’ll look back at his hair and fashion choices and grimace. You hope that you both live that long to see it. 

You pat Yu’s back and apologize for his discomfort that seems to be waning. Kento chews his sandwich and listens to you as you explain how you might’ve ended up smelling like this. Yu agrees that it must be it. The cool like fragrance can only belong to one person. And that fucker rubbed himself all over your door.  

 Nanami, who still has a year to present, sighs. Before you can ask what he means by it, the bell rings. 

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 Now a few days later, the class is somewhat back to normal. You enter the classroom, on your desk are several of your favorite boxes of crackers stacked up on top of each other with a bottle of water next to them. 

You ask Shoko, who still reeks but to a lesser degree, who the culprit is. She shrugs and bites her pencil. A habit she has had since you met her years ago. Thankfully, she’s back to her old self again. Stinky, but her old, sarcastic, self.  

You scrunch your nose.  “Ew.” She glares and throws her wet pencil at you. Ignoring her, you walk towards your desk.  

The closer you get, the stronger it is. They’re minty and woody, it is thick practically dripping off it like honey. The fragrance is familiar and comforting. A scent that you favor more than anyone else’s. Years you have known it and become welcomely accustomed to it.  

It is bold, unique, and normally so smooth. All so distinctively Satoru, who rubbed himself all over your door, crackers, seat, and water bottle. Despite your admiration, it is hard to take in since this whole thing started.  

“Ugh.” 

You only see a flash of white from the corner of your eye. Turning around to see it, it disappears. Shoko sighs at you and tells you to pack the crackers. Since then, Satoru has been acting even more strangely than his usual self, and that’s saying something. 

“What’s wrong with him?” Everyone stares at you with a deadpan face and a smack to their foreheads. 

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Satoru makes another joke in class causing Shoko to groan. He doesn’t care about her reaction. He knows Suguru will laugh, but will you? Ever since he met you, he held a torch for you. Now that he’s a presented alpha, he is sure he can prove himself to you despite what traditionalists say. All he has to do is impress you enough to look his way! Not to look at him as a friend, but as a lover. Someone who can protect and comfort you. Someone who can make you laugh and have fun! That he can be generous and can provide, so you don’t have to worry. That's why he left the crackers and the water for you. To show you that he’s capable.

 His chest flutters when he hears your laugh. It's cute when you snort and how you get embarrassed about it. He loves your genuine smile; he’d know it anywhere. He adjusts in his seat to face you more and gets ready to tell another joke when Yaga intervenes. “Gojo, enough.” 

Damn it Yaga. 

  Suguru pokes his leg and smirks. If anyone knows how he feels, it’s his best friend. Satoru’s never been exactly subtle about his feelings towards you. Not when he likes to rub his cheek against yours to familiarize himself and ultimately, mark what’s his. 

  He doesn’t know why he chose you. You're a beta and he’s an alpha. He's been told several times that he’s supposed to be with an omega. Yet here you are, totally having him wrapped around your finger and you don't even know it. He's supposed to be the strongest sorcerer, not some love-sick, insecure alpha trying to woo someone that isn’t designed for him.  

Hell, he might never have the time for you. The two of you may die. 

The thought hurts him immensely. He can’t imagine not being with you. Growing old with you, having a few babies maybe, teaching the next generation as he hopes to. Seeing you frown whenever he gets into trouble and encourages others to do it, either of you coming home to each other knowing you’d be okay. To make love and for you to know that he can be generous and passionate. He’d make sure you never got tired of feeling him.  

Hell, he is Satoru Gojo. Wielder of Limitless and Six Eyes, the first in hundreds of years. The strongest sorcerer alive. A man who has defied fate and made his own. If anyone can accomplish the impossible, it’s him. Satoru Gojo will have time for you. He'll have that dream of his and make you the happiest person alive.  

All he has to do is show you that.  

After class, comes training. This is his moment to show you just how strong he is. He has sparred with you before, with you always landing on your ass and him making the comment about how he’d kiss it to make it better. Of course, it wouldn’t be complete without Suguru and Shoko in the back groaning. You always laugh when he says it. You laugh whenever he has tried to flirt with you.  

  He was not joking.  

This time, he went against Suguru. Even though he knows he is the strongest, Suguru is still a challenge. Suguru’s unwavering determination makes him strong. Satoru watches you from the corner of his eye. He sees you take on Shoko with a smirk. Shoko is not the best fighter. She's fierce and useful, but you are more experienced and have finesse.  

   You kick at her and she gets caught in it. If there is anything a beta can do, it’s kick the hell out of somebody. Not even he would want to get caught in that.  

He swells with pride. Not that his friend got hit or anything. It is because of you. Now all he has to do is show you how strong he is and not just because he says so.  

  Suguru notices his distraction and follows where he is looking. Satoru does not like that look on his best friend’s face. That is when Suguru calls out your name. You send Shoko down, winning the fight. “Yeah?” 

  Suguru comes up with the bright idea of teasing. All it takes is one wink your way and the newly presented alphas are at each other’s throats. Shoko stands up with the help of your hand and just sighs.  

 Satoru is furious. He knows Suguru is just messing with him. He knows that Suguru doesn’t feel about you the way he does. If anything, Suguru thinks of you as a sister. How many times did he protect you or pay for your things, ending it with a pat on your head. Or a gentle scolding that a big brother would give to his precious sister. It drove you up a wall when Suguru did that. It always bothered you how he felt the urge to do those things, to baby you.  

  So, he doesn’t know why he’s letting his best friend get to him.  

After the fight, Satoru stands tall. It was decided by Yaga that he had won. Satoru turns to see you but you are gone along with Shoko. Damn.  

Suguru snorts at Satoru’s expression and swipes his long legs from under him.  

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Satoru isn’t done yet. An alpha’s gotta prove himself, alright? He tried to show you he can provide and that he’s strong enough to protect you. And anyone who passes your door knows that Satoru claimed that spot. You haven't noticed his attempts yet. Emphasis on yet. 

 He has a couple more tricks. What if he told Shoko to encourage you to go out with them? Maybe you just have to see more clearly, you’d understand that you’re his.   

He runs to Shoko to tell her what her job is. Is that a little demanding? Yes, usually it is if it were a different situation. This is his life we’re talking about. This is about you! 

You, who hangs the stars at night; the one who shines brighter than any sun and is more enchanting than all of the moons. The little dances you do whenever you taste anything good is more graceful than the sway of falling leaves in autumn. When you stretch out your arm for everyone to see your thumbs up to let people know, him know you’re okay is better than the earth sprouting out a new tree to show that there is hope for all.

He doesn’t care about that because you are okay.  

He’s positive that the reason God had to rest was because he used his energy creating you. The Big Guy was tired from creating such a masterpiece. 

Shoko looks at him bewildered as he says all of this out loud. When he’s finished pleading his case as to why she should go up to you and ask if you want to hang out, she smacks her head against the table. 

“Is it too hard to just tell her? What’s the harm in that?” 

Satoru gasps at Shoko’s suggestion. “She’ll know then! I don’t want to tell her, dummy!” Shoko throws up her hands. “Doesn’t anyone wonder about my problems?” 

“Oh my God, Shoko! Right now we’re talking about me!” He whines.  

Before she chews him out, she sees him look out the window. Peeking, she sees you on the grass, enjoying the sun. The look in Satoru’s eyes is something she will never see in any painting. If only you turned around and looked up at the window and saw him. Surely, there wouldn’t be any need for all of this.  

She hopes one day she will have that look and he better help her too.  

“When the time comes, you better have my back too.”  

“Huh?” He didn’t even notice that he was staring at you in awe. She smiles and agrees with his plan before he can continue his worship. He pets her head and says, “Whatever.” 

Shoko smacks him away from her and tells him to get ready for his date.  

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How she managed to get you to agree, he doesn’t know. What he does notice is that you’re swaying too much for his liking and resting your head on random stands like the rail on the stairs. Satoru, not just as your future baby-daddy slash husband, but your friend. 

 Unfortunately, Suguru shares that same concern about your wellbeing. And Satoru does not like that at all.  

  “Something’s wrong, you think?” His friend asks. Again, Satoru knows that his best friend the Man Bun feels nothing for you. He can’t help but feel a little bothered by it though. He's freshly presented and is out of the worst part, the rut, but the hormones are still a little high.  

  He’ll repent for it later.  

“Hm, yeah. Of course, I'd know.” He snaps.  

“Satoru, are you okay?” Satoru whips his head around to see his friend. “Yeah, just stop ruining my shot.” He harshly whispers. 

Suguru looks at him confused. Innocently, he asks, “Does she know that?” 

Satoru growls and feels fire burn in his chest. He does not like that at all. Satoru knows he’s being stupid, but he can’t help it right now. He hears you moan (and not in the way that he wants to hear you make one day) and abandons his friend. 

  Once he leaves to attend you, he barely hears Suguru’s ‘what’d I do?’. Satoru can’t focus on him right now, though.  

 “Here, lean on me.” You loop your arm through his. Satoru is screaming on the inside. You smell so good, oh my God.  

Like something fresh and lilies. He can’t place it but it’s so calming and beautiful. Not at all like an omega’s dessert table scent. Don't get him wrong, he loves sweets. But you? There’s just something about how you smell that makes him want to press his face on you, like one of those laundry detergent commercials that sniff clean clothes.  

   You'd smack the shit out of him though.  

Play it cool, play it cool.   

“You okay?”  

“Yeah, I'm good.” He knows better though. You’re not looking at him and are rubbing your stomach. “Ha, I think I'm hungry.”  

  The burger joint is set up like an American fifty's burger joint. Red, black, and white, places themselves all over the room. White and black tiles, red booths and tables, an old jukebox, a counter that has probably been there for years, and pink dressed waitresses that have roller-skates that they probably hate. 

   A lady sits them down at a table. Satoru practically pushes Shoko out of the way so he can sit in front of you. 

Unfortunately for Satoru, he has always had a short attention span. He is supposed to pay attention to you, and only you. Suguru and Shoko were just for decoration and to make it all easy for the two of you.  

  What sucks is that he totally forgotten that it is easy to fall into conversation with his best friend. Stupid Suguru.  

Because he’s happy, his natural scent is being pushed out. It's a natural occurrence. And with him just recently presenting, his scent is probably taking up the whole place, along with Suguru’s who is responding just as much when the food arrives.  

The food arrives and is placed in the middle. He knows that you like fries and he puts his on your plate. You like to steal his anyway, but this will surely prove that he is generous and kind.  

Satoru’s eyes flick over to you for a second.  

Your elbow is on the table and hand is on your forehead. There is a frown on your pretty face and you’re completely ignoring him. Satoru’s pride is hurt a little. Shit, he didn’t mean to ignore you! He just forgot! Surely you remember that he’s got the attention span of a three-year-old, right? 

  He sucks in his lips and hopes you at least eat his fries. At least his effort won’t go to waste completely. The table quiets down and eats. They wait for you to take a bite of the fries, of Satoru’s fries. He's embarrassed that they are all witnessing his courting and possible rejection, though he is happy that they’re rooting for him.  

  You take a bite of his fries and smile.  

Yes, yes, yes!   

Satoru’s smile doesn’t leave his face.  

That is all you eat. The rest of the meal goes on rowdy as always and Satoru once again forgot about you. You barely talked and when you did it was slow and you did have a small smile on your face.  

  Now it is time to pay. Satoru sports a smug smirk. Now is the time to show you that he is kind, generous, and a provider. He whips out his card to the lady. Satoru doesn’t see you sway back and forth and have your hand over your mouth and eyes.  

  He isn’t hearing Shoko’s concerned whispers of your name. 

As the card goes through, he pushes his scent out again. Satoru looks back just in time to see you book it out of the diner shriveling your nose. He thinks back to when he was happy before and you had that same facial expression. The disgusted face of smelling his scent. The only difference is, is that you didn’t cover your eyes and run before.  

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Satoru paces in his room. He still has a chance before you absolutely reject him. For the first time, he begins to feel insecure. He can't believe he didn't notice it before. His advances to you are going ignored because of his smell. 

He couldn’t prove to you that he could protect you or that he's strong since you left, you wrinkled your cute nose at the crackers, and the cause of that was how he smelled. You laughed at his jokes in class. That is one of his scores, but you were two seats away from him though. 

 A scent from an alpha is a big deal! And...you don’t like his. An alpha’s scent tells a lot about them. Not liking his is a huge blow to his very being.  

An idea pops in his head. He could practically see the light from the light bulb. It is a bit unconventional method and is insulting, but it is also his last hope. He's done everything an alpha’s supposed to do. Show his strength for you to know he can protect you, be funny and smart (he got all of Yaga’s questions right), be generous, kind, and provide. This is the only thing left.  

  “I’ll just change it!” It hurts his feelings by doing this, but you are worth it.  

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Two days later, he walks next to you wearing a patch on his shoulders, close to his scent gland. If he were to put it directly on it, it would be too obvious.  

Unfortunately, he can’t tell if the patch is fully working. Satoru can tell that there is a slight difference, though. He hopes it is just toning it down rather than changing it. 

Satoru watches the birds as they fly by outside of the window. He sees one in particular he thinks you’d like and goes to tell you about it in time to see you trip on air.  

Satoru grabs on to the Spirit of the Lord to not laugh. He catches you by your arm. “Oopsie daisy!”  

You give him a smile. His heart is soaring right now. Satoru has shown you that he can protect you.  

“Thank you, Satoru.” You temporarily lean your head onto his shoulder.  

Satoru internally screeches. He’s liking this a lot.   

Today, you decided to walk with him. Him. Alone! The two of you, walking together, alone! He couldn’t believe his luck when he was waiting at your door, and you willingly went with him when he asked you. 

He's got a pep in his step now. 

You hum a little. Humming is something you’d do at the most random times, he noticed. He never complains though. It's sweet and gentle, like a secret between you and him. Taking a deep breath, he notices you slowing down. Immediately he stops when you do, not willing to leave you behind. Coming close to him, much to his delight, you sniff him. Involuntarily, he leans in.  

“Why do you smell like that?” Your nose twitches.  

His eyes bug out behind his glasses and his heart and mouth drop. He swears his glasses crack.  

Satoru failed again. Instantly, a distressed scent radiates off him. The scent patches aren’t working against it since it’s so strong. You look at him shocked. Ashamed, he leaves quickly with his head down. He's so embarrassed. Nothing he did has worked. Trying to change his scent is such a big deal too and it didn’t even work. 

“Wait, Satoru!”  You call out. He doesn’t turn around to see you try to chase after him.  

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You tell Shoko what happened. She slams her head down repeatedly. “Hey! Stop that!” You place your hand on the table to block her from injury.  

“Y/n, for the love of God, Satoru is trying to court you, you idiot!” 

“What?” 

She explains that all of the things are what an alpha does. Shows that they can provide, that they are talented, smart, strong. All the things that a partner could want. She tells you to imagine those birds on Animal Planet that try to woo someone. And because of your reaction to his smell before, he even changed that for you.  

  You feel so guilty. Honestly, you had no idea.  

Now thinking about it, he has always been like that. Satoru always pays special attention to you. Satoru is just so special as a person that it is impossible that he could take a shine to anyone. Especially someone as lowly as you. 

“He’s just...he’s Satoru and I'm just me.” Everyone thinks so.  

“And you’re pretty cool. Dumb, but cool. Like, seriously stupid.” She sighs tiredly. “Now go get him. No one wants to deal with a sulking Satoru.” 

 You thank Shoko and squeeze her hand. Without saying another word, you take off out the door. Yaga calls your name but you don’t care.  

In your room, you see the fluffy throw blanket on your bed. Remembering the etiquette of alphas and omegas, you scent it to the best of your ability.  

  Knocking on his door, you wait anxiously. It wasn’t your intention to hurt him. An alpha’s instincts are foreign to you. Betas don’t really do what they do. It isn’t necessary. If he gave you flowers, chocolate, or even a teddy bear, it would have been easier to understand.  

Or just plain saying something.  

You are always soft towards Satoru. He would be playful and always be beside you, you give him sweets when his mother tries to cut him off of them. One time you shared your lunch and a little dessert with him when he was hungry. And now he expects to share every time. Whenever you bring it to school, he pops up out of nowhere. And you look forward to that. 

 He’s just... out of your league. What could he want with you? He's so beautiful, smart, funny even if people don't think so. He's talented and caring. 

Are you attracted to him? Definitely so and always have been. But never did you think he would return the feelings. Looking back, you should have known. You were so focused on your insecurity that you didn't realize that he didn't care about all of that. 

  “Satoru? Please open up.” The distress smell is so strong. Instinctually, you release a calming scent, hoping that it would take the edge off at least a little.  

You crack open the door.  

In his room he lays in his den. His very large bed with a dark blue canopy that encloses him. There are shelves in his room with various items on them, most of them being Digimon items and some nick knacks he collected. There are some pictures and even memorabilia of his classmates. You notice some of you even. A picture he must have taken of you outside without your knowledge. You barely remember that day, honestly. Let alone him taking a picture of you. 

  He had claimed the entire room. The bed is a secret place for him though.  

  After you walk in, you close the door. “Satoru, can we talk?” 

He says nothing. His face is red and he wraps himself with his arms. Walking up to his bed, you know better than to enter it without his permission. Instead, you toss him the blanket so you can remain at a safe distance. “I’m sorry, Satoru. Can I explain?” 

He looks at it and takes it. “Alright.” 

“Okay. As a beta, my nose is more sensitive than yours. When you guys were presenting, it was hard on me. You don’t smell at all when it’s normal. The only reason why I reacted is because it was so strong. Other than that, I like your scent. Today, I noticed that you covered it and I just wondered why it was like that. That's all, I promise. ” 

“Lie.” He turns away from you, still gripping your blanket. “I promise, Satoru. That is the only reason. I like your normal smell, I swear. Don’t cover it anymore, okay?” He doesn't look at you. You're afraid this is it. Even if you missed your shot with him, the biggest fear is that he is gone from your life. 

You aren't giving up. “And I'm not rejecting you either! I just didn’t understand what was going on. You can even ask Shoko!” 

 You approach him slowly. He side eyes you. “Forgive me I'm just stupid.” He ignores you still. Humming, you look around and say, “You have a very nice den, Satoru. It’s comfy, I like it.” It is obviously a ploy to ease into his good graces. 

Observing your surroundings, you didn’t see the smug smirk on his face. He rearranged it this morning. He's proud of his work now.  

  “Thank you.” Is all he says. You bravely walk a few steps more. He eyes you the entire time. 

“Are we okay?” Suddenly, he yanks on your wrist and drags you into his tiny den. He places you to the side and faces you. The pillows are soft and warm like him. You have to admit, this is the softest thing ever.  

 He tucks you in with your own blanket, making you two very close. “You are kinda stupid.” 

 His breath hits your face and his eyes look so deeply into yours. The blue eyes glow in the dark. They’re intimidating to some but to you, they’re not. Years ago, when you discovered that the famous Six Eyes actually glow in the dark, you couldn’t help but laugh.  

“Yeah. I need all sorts of protection from you,” You giggle. After a few moments, you ask him, “What does this mean, Satoru?”  

Giving a tiny smile, he shrugs. “Whatever you want. I know what I want, but I'm waiting for you to answer.”  

  “People are going to talk. It'll be hard too. Are we ready?” He gets even closer, forehead on forehead. “I am. C'mon! I’m the strongest after all.” 

You roll your eyes and smile. “Alright then. As long as you know your ruts wil-” 

“I know all of this. And I truly don’t care.” He kisses your head. You can’t help but feel warm. “We’re young.” You say. 

“I’ll wait for you.” 

“The future will be rough.” 

“Isn’t it always? Nothing is ever guaranteed to be smooth, shiny, and soft, other than my hair, my little library book. So, don’t worry.” 

“What the fuck? Your hair? Library book?” 

“One, because my hair is smooth-feel it, please, oh my God-and yes! You're bookmarked, get it?” 

“I hate you-oh it is!” You run your fingers through his white hair. His hair is thick and feels like he gets treatments or something. You massage his head and watch as he closes his eyes. Gently, his scent covers you like a light blanket as he purrs in contentment. It's lighter than it once was and no longer giving you any headaches. 

His arms are wrapped around you in a tight embrace. His cold ass feet rub against you making you chuckle. “Fucking icicles.” 

“They like-like you though.” He playfully nibbles on you. You squirm around trying to get away from his cold clown feet as he ‘nom nom’s as he bites. 

“With that ugly ass nail polish.” You aren’t wrong. 

“Get out.” Satoru pushes you out of the bed.  

[somewherebetweendisorder]

Gloomy

Jason Todd x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, language

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: smut is so hard to write guys. I tried, but maybe too hard. As always like, reblogs, and comments are greatly appreciated!

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The air conditioner in your car has been out for two summers. Normally it's not a big deal. Normally you'd roll the windows down. Normally you'd dress for the season. Normally Jason's hulking frame wouldn't be taking up more than his fair share of the cramped cabin. 

But today the Gotham skies have released torrential rains, and the air is thick with uncharacteristic humidity. Jason grumbles from beside you, shifting around in the passenger seat. His fingers twitch against his denim clad knees, tapping out a restless beat. Suddenly he reaches for the AC button, turning it on and off and on and off. 

"God, you're sure the damn thing doesn't work?"

Despite the tacky, wet sweat blazing a trail down your back, and your general frustration with the situation a small smile tugs at your lips. "Yes Jason, I'm sure. The whole thing is bad."

He sighs, loud and long. "Why haven't you said anything? I could have gotten it fixed."

And that's just the thing. At any point over the past two years, if you'd so much as mentioned it in passing to Jason, or Dick, or Bruce -hell, even Tim- it would be a non-issue. You know this, know their generosity knows no bounds for family, and neither do their bank accounts, but this is yours. Be it pride, or independence, this was just something you want for yourself. Even if you're not making progress with the situation, but Jason for all his finer qualities, wouldn't agree. 

"I love you, Jason."

He sighs again, and fiddles with the volume. The rain comes down impossibly harder, and you slow accordingly, the white lines on the road indistinguishable. 

"Just pull over here," he offers, pointing to the parking lot out his window. 

The store is closed given the hour, and the parking lot is empty. Flicking on your turn signal you make the turn, pulling into a spot and cutting the engine. Now the only sound is the tinny patter of the storm on the roof of your car, and the distant roll of thunder. Jason sighs again, attempting to stretch out his knee, which cracks in response. An awkward giggle spills past your lips, earning a crooked grin from Jason.

"Some weather, huh?"

His face is pretty and haunted in the dim yellow light of the nearby streetlamp, skin warm and inviting. The little scars scattered across his face almost glow in the dark, splitting his lip, and running jagged through his eyebrow where the little hairs won't regrow.

"Yeah, some weather," you echo softly, gaze mapping his features. 

He closes the distance, planting a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth before retreating, but not completely. He lingers large in the narrow space between your seats, body twisted towards you. "What's on your mind, ma?"

"You."

It's an honest answer, neither unusual or surprising. He blinks slowly, quiet, waiting for you to elaborate if you wish. You bypass the talking option, twisting around in your own seat, bringing your hands up to cup his face, your thumb skidding gently across the prominent pink-white scar on his upper lip. He kisses the pad of your thumb, teal eyes raking across your face.

And it doesn't take a lot, hardly anything at all to lean forward and close the gap again, pressing your lips so softly against his. It's teasing, gentle, and not nearly enough. Jason lets you do it once, twice, three times before he's had enough and nips at your bottom lip, teeth sinking into the pillowy flesh. You shouldn't give in so easily, you know that, but the action has you breathing out a soft moan, chasing his kiss with fervor. 

You're caught in his web now, planting a knee up on the middle console to follow him as he cranks the seat back as far as he can. He's yanking at the sleeves of your jacket as you tumble on top of him, eager to get it off. Eager to feel more skin, more of you. You slot your knees on either side of his waist, your right knee digging into seat-belt buckle but you hardly notice. Sitting back you pull your arms our of the sleeves of your jacket, chucking it across the backseat as your shirt follows. Large hands settling on your hips he grinds you down against him, eyes darkening as you unhook your bra. His undoes the button on your jeans, tapping your ass so you sit up to help get them off.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful."

He can't seem to decide what to do with his hands. They flex restlessly against the doughy flesh of your hips before flattening against the expanse of your back and tugging you down to him. His lips are on yours again, nearly bruising as you try to form a coherent thought. 

"Want this off," you mutter, tugging at the soft cotton of his shirt, fingers wandering beneath them hem to run softly across the slip of skin. His abs tense in response, a groan getting stuck in the back of his throat. He leans up just enough to tear it off before he's leaning back and taking you with his, lips burning a wet path across your jaw, down your neck and between the valley of your breasts. He's impossibly hard beneath you, and you can't resist the urge to tease him a bit more, grinding down on his arousal just as his tongue licks experimentally across the hardened peak of your nipple. 

It's the same game every time, where Jason knows just what it takes to turn you into a whimpering, sticky mess, but feigns ignorance. Your fingers anchor into the soft hair at the base of his skull, tugging gently. He groans again, finding his way to your other breast to lavish it in the same sloppy love. You try to be still, you really do, his hands firm against your waist, but the calm facade is impossible to manage when he guides you back and forth over his bulge, the friction fanning the flames building low in your gut. 

"Jason please. Please," you gasp out just as his teeth sink into your nipple, just hard enough. "I need you." 

His belt jangles in the stifling air of the cabin, and you huff impatiently when his zipper sticks. Finally you're shoving the denim our of the way, and he slipping his boxers down to pull out his throbbing dick. You hover, too eager, too hot, too hungry to wait, and he's guiding you down, the sound of pleasure ripping from your lungs a little too loud, but he hardly minds. He builds a steady pace, the skin on skin filling the car, the smell of sex thick. One of his hands stays anchored in your hair, tipping your head back so he has easy access to the slick column of your throat and breasts, his other hand on your hip. 

And you're so close, his swollen tip hitting that spongy spot with every thrust up into you. You reach down to play with your slit, chasing that high, determined to hit it together. Your scrape your nails against his navel earning a throaty whimper from the main beneath you, and fuck, if that isn't the most delicious sound. You clench around your boyfriend as your climax crashes over you, dragging him along, and he lets out a harsh groan as his thrusts grow sloppy. 

"Fuck, baby, cum for me."

And that does it. The string that's been stretched tighter and tighter snaps as you gush around his throbbing cock. You collapse against his chest, thoroughly spent. 

"Good girl," he chuckles, knuckles brushing against your back as he pushes your hair over your shoulder. The heat that was so unbearable doesn't seem quite as awful now. 

As you come back into your body thunder booms overhead, startling you as you jerk in Jason's arms. He huffs a soft laugh, tipping your chin up to kiss you on the bridge of your nose. You reach an arm up and draw a heart into the condensation on the window as it begins to bleed little tracks of moisture down the glass. He draws a dick next to it, just for good measure, and pulls you into a kiss. And it's moments like there when you're really glad to be alive; really glad to be with him.

[love-is-patient]

I have religious trauma.

I was raised in a household where my dad wanted to be God, and so characterized Him in a way that left me constantly paranoid.

God was a judge, God was a debt collector, God was a hammer waiting to strike.

My mother was likewise delusional to a point. She used religion as a manner of control, manipulating my egotistical dad and our chaotic little world so she could feel better about herself.

I was abused in the church. I’ve been so many churches since childhood I can’t count them.

I was told I was possessed because I was a child with adhd and couldn’t sit still in a pew. I was told that if I didn’t see visions or speak in tongues, I wasn’t saved. I was told that I must be thinking about God at all times or I wasn’t good enough. That I was lukewarm, unlovable, unworthy.

I was too afraid to take communion. I cried and turned away from the altar multiple times because I was a too dirty to touch the offering.

I was told so many awful things that I grew up with a persistent religious paranoia on top of my already anxiety inducing life.

So… why am I still a Christian, after all of that?

Stockholm syndrome, right?

It would be easy to write it off as that, but I did turn away from religion. In the back of my mind. I stayed cautious in case God was still watching.

It wasn’t until I got rid of the destructive influences in my life that things changed.

My perception of God changed when I left the awful people using His name in vain- or for personal gain.

When I grew up, learned to be discerning about the character of people.

Many people live under the assumption that I did- that God is a tyrant who is waiting for you to mess up so he can smash you and send you to hell. Paradoxically, that almost makes Satan sound preferable.

But that’s not who God is, and he doesn’t want people to go to hell.

Even if you haven’t had good parents, you’ve seen what they’re like. They get excited to share experiences with their children. The first taste of lemon, the first puddles to splash in. First words, first laughs, first steps.

God wanted that for us.

Satan got jealous after his rebellion in heaven. He saw God had something good and wanted it for himself again - even if it was just to spite God.

He offered humanity a choice and we took it.

We can debate why it happened until we’re blue in the face, but what matters most are God’s decisions afterwards.

Everything that has happened since the fall has been God trying to bring his wayward children back without force.

Just like when you see that friend of yours making the same bad decisions day after day, and you know their quality of life would improve if they just stopped. It’s heartbreaking, frustrating. You can give them all the advice in the world but they’ll just keep on doing the thing and complain to you about every headache afterwards.

Now you know a little what God feels like.

Only God is a little more patient than we tend to be.

God doesn’t ask much from us, not as much as people, which is weird to think about.

God doesn’t measure your worth by how good you are at your job, how badly you do in school. He doesn’t equate your value to how rich or poor you are, he doesn’t judge you the same way people do.

The first thing he asks of you is to love him and love each other.

He loves us so much that he opened heaven again if we ask for it.

He came down as flesh and blood in Jesus and took all the punishments we should’ve had. In Jesus death and resurrection, we have a way home.

All he wants for us to do is acknowledge that.

He doesn’t hate you if you can’t pay tithe. He doesn’t talk behind your back if you make a mistake. He doesn’t demean, debase, abuse.

Why am I still a Christian?

Because God was there for me when people weren’t.

God didn’t abuse me as a kid, people did, and used God as a shield.

God didn’t lie to me, call me names, break my things - my parents did.

God didn’t order me to do unbelievable things in order to reach him - my pastors and teachers did.

God didn’t tell me I’m unworthy - people did.

Even if you don’t believe in God, if you’re angry at him, feeling hurt and betrayed.

Maybe take a closer look and see if it’s really the people around you making you miserable, instead of an untouchable, invisible hammer.

[lilacxquartz]

BLESSED WITH BLUE

angel satoru gojo x mortal fem!reader

part 1 of 2 • masterlist • ao3 link • part 2 >>

summary: after making an offering, you catch the attention of a six eyed angel who despite promising you the heavens, leads you into hell instead.

themes: two parts, angels au, yandere, smut (next part), dark, dead dove, described violence, alternate universe

Part 1: Prayer

Initially, you were on your way home.

You were so tired from such exhaustive work for very little gain. The back-breaking labour for mere copper; to just barely afford another day in your uneventful existence.

Then again, this was just how it was for mortals.

To simply just… exist until the end.

You drifted through the radiating vibrancy of the capital adorned by the glowing cherry blossoms that lit up the streets; petals that both bloomed and glowed like rosy lanterns. Every step that you took through the wobbly cobblestone would bruise a soft glow per footprint, making you feel not quite as alone as you would have liked.

Tokyo was more so of a unique settlement in these parts; angels, demons and mortals alike, more or less co-existed although some strayed from their assigned alignments. The cold, silky mist that encased the country was especially strong in this particular region and allowed certain sorts of creatures to exist within the region.

Seeping waves of steam would continuously roll out and bless those who were known as the ‘chosen’, allowing them to harness the power of the gods. The locals called them cursed blessings; gifts from a higher power that nobody could quite describe nor understand. Should a ‘chosen’ abuse their power though, they’d become corrupt and morph into a caricature of their own selfish desires—twisted, disgusting beings, mirroring each and every single negative quality found in their very being.

Ordinary people like you though?

Why, those in particular had nothing truly special going on. That was just the way it was though and for good reason. Just the regular mortals were essential for balance to keep the world in order.

Or however it was that the sacred texts described it. Personally, you didn’t fully get it.

See, the chosen could properly defend themselves against the demons as well as the corrupt beings, however regular mortals could not. Maybe you were just bitter, though. It was against those vile things that you were left orphaned; forced to watch your family be reduced to guts spilled on the blood-soaked floorboards, their life essence stolen to build their power.

(Something about an uncorrupt soul, the texts claimed.)

The demons had a saying, after all:

In order to brew chaos; you had to take away from the balance—and that was exactly what they fed on.

Slowly, as you walked home, you found yourself drifting towards one of the many temples scattered over the city, wanting to test your chances against the order of fate. You heard it all before; angels taking pity on humans who had led tough lives and blessing them with a dosage of their power, not quite ascending them into the likes of the chosen, but close enough.

In some ways, you needed this. Demons ate your family when you were very young, leaving you to fend for yourself ever since then. The locals, while they did try to do their best to assist in your growing up, retired from their responsibility as soon as you were capable enough.

It hurt to grow up so lonely.

There was also the part that by being targeted by demons in the past, attached a negative social stigma towards you. Demons carried a more potent form of cursed energy, making them closer known to cursed spirits and being a survivor of such an attack was often seen as a bad omen.

So before you knew it, you were an outcast by association.

The elders made sure of it, at least.

Pressing on, you weren’t honestly looking for a certain temple in particular. It wasn’t as though you were starved for choice. A lot of temples existed within the city, after all. Different structures supported different things and sometimes not even the angels, even though their proof was highly abundant. Sometimes, people worshipped the simpler deities or just natural disasters as a concept.

You didn’t mind too much wherever you’d ended up. Maybe subconsciously you wanted to be noticed by an angel so that’s why you ended up at one of the flashier temples instead of the simpler ones.

Slowly, you climbed up the stairs; each bricked slab feeling somehow wider and wider with each and every single attempt to pull yourself up. You stared upwards with a certain degree of unease, the distant glow of candles not doing much to warm your worries.

You cautiously padded your way inside, finding that the flames collectively dimmed and were replaced with blue light in a flash. Each step lit up the wicks with a bursting blue flame as you approached the shrine up ahead.

Such a feeling was unsettling.

Almost as if you were being watched.

Gulping the unsettling feeling down and focusing on the shrine, you realised that you didn’t actually have that much to give. This particular temple gave the deity a whole collection of curated blue items from jewels to painted pottery, from woven cloth to scriptures written in colourful ink.

Feeling desperate however, you weren’t about to give up and so, you fell to your knees instead.

With a cautious whisper, you begged the shrine for change, “P-please, I’ll give a-anything, j-just…”

The flames reduced as you spoke; from vibrant blue to a soothing yellow once again.

“I’ll give anything… everything…!”

But nothing happened. You weren’t the lucky type of mortal. You weren’t born into riches and you didn’t have anything physical to offer and by the time the temple returned to its deceptive welcoming regular orange glow, all of your remaining hope had burned away.

Sighing as a result, you finally decided it was time to go home.

Not at all noticing the face of who exactly was watching you from the shadows.

His glowing blue eyes should have been a giveaway, but he kept himself very hidden and instead decided to take a chance on the girl who simply wanted an escape from this cruel routine.

However, just because he was an angel, it didn’t mean that he was going to give you a blessing.

No, he had something much, much worse in store for you.

But you did pray for it.

So perhaps you should have been more careful what you wished for.

~~~

The night was oddly calm at home, at least for a while. You had a dreamless sleep until you didn’t, waking up to what you thought initially to be a nightmare until you realised that there was actual movement going on within your home.

With a cautious ear, you listened in as the front door to your house creaked open and as heavy footsteps walked inside.

Demons were otherwise light on their feet so it couldn’t have been one of those, but they weren’t the only wrong in the world.

(Humans could harm too.)

A familiar feeling of being watched from before surfaced as you sank further into your blanket, hoping that the woollen sheet would somehow protect you as a barrier from impending danger.

You just barely managed to peek out from above your blanket, just barely managing to make out the person in your room. You had an oil lantern lit up on a nearby table but it had been steadily dimming all night, so the range of visibility was quite low.

With an almost exploratory approach, a man with a snowy complexion and frosted hair walked inside; his back carried spearing beams of blue crystalline light that resembled wings, similar to his icy blue gaze. If you focused your sights on other parts of his body, more eyes would appear before disappearing as soon as you redirected your focus.

Was this an angel?

As he approached closer, he reached out a hand to pinch your chin and point it towards his stare, “Do you really promise to give me everything?”

His question caught you off guard and you were left unable to form a coherent response just yet.

He reached out his other hand to press over your heart, his voice adopting an almost playful tone, “Worry not, I’ll… ‘bless’ you.”

“R-really?” you finally managed to blurt out, the next question coming out as a mere whisper. “But why?”

The angel smiled, “Because everything is a lot. Besides, you’re so fragile, so human. That's why you need someone like me.”

Within a flash, you woke up the next day in complete daylight wearing a cold sweat that enveloped your body.

Thinking that it was a dream, you tried to move on and continue your life as normal despite something seeming… different.

Somehow, the world seemed somehow more vibrant?

And as weeks continued to pass you by, demons seemed to almost avoid the area entirely. Better harvests were collected by the locals and less crops suffered from drought. Life also improved for you socially, finding that you got on quite well with someone new who moved into your village just under a week ago.

He was quite similar to you as well. A survivor of a cursed attack not too different than the one you had to endure. His personality was kind too and simply put; you both got along.

However just as things progressed, one night, you heard a thud right outside of your door and upon opening it up in the dead of night, you found him freshly massacred, almost as if professionally butchered in fact—precise, almost delicate cuttings against his flesh—bled him clean out on your doorstep.

Stumbling backwards, you cupped a palm over your mouth and almost wretched in a sickening nausea that overfilled your stomach.

However, just like before, a flash sparked before your very eyes and you were back in bed and it was just a regular morning.

Cautiously walking over to your front door, you opened it up hoping that it was just a vivid nightmare and that he was actually alive, safe and sound. Instead however, was a haunting reminder of what you promised was carved into the stone instead.

“Everything,” it reminded you. “Nobody else can compare like I can.”

So if that was real, then what exactly did you offer?

And to who?

(Or what?)

~~~

part 1 of lilac’s bite sized yandere nightmares

[tiramissyoucake]

Trying my hand at angst, I don't like this but here you go fjsjfdj

Gojo misses reader and is a mitski fan here, sfw, 1.6k words

Satoru knew he was clingy, he knows he can be overbearing with you at times and you've constantly reassured him that it's one of the many qualities you like about him; you even called it cute and compared him to a lost kitten. However, the longer you're gone, the more stressed he gets, thoughts of worry plague his head if they go unanswered for too long—how you are doing? Is everything going smoothly? Did you eat a full proper meal? Are you sleeping well? He never had to worry for long because he would get an answer the next time he sees you, which would usually be the next few hours or the next day.

When you told him about a trip you had to take out of town to visit family and stay with them for a while, he only smiled and helped you pack as anxiety rattled in his chest— as if trying to bring your attention to it. he chooses to remain silent about his worries even after you tell him you'll be gone for over a week, even if every bone in his body is telling him to trap you in his arms and beg you to stay.

Clingliness be damned, he loved you too much to remain separated from you for over a week, let alone a day.

Dread crept at the back of his mind as you explained your trip, why you were going and when will you leave and return, the entire time Satoru tried to listen his mind would wander and begin to memorise your features as you spoke— the shape of your lips, the crinkle in your eyelids, the structure of your nose, god, did he tell you look beautiful? He couldn't recall if he did today.

".. so don't expect fast replies, okay?"

The dumbfounded expression quickly took over Satoru's features as he sat up, he remembered he mentioned he would call or text you if he gets lonely but after that his brain tuned out his surroundings as if preparing itself for a week of loneliness.

".. repeat that for me, Baby? Please?"

"I said the service is pretty bad at my grandparent's place, so don't expect fast replies."

Ah. He was in hell. He had to watch and help you pack, pretend as if this didn't bother him so you wouldn't cancel for his sake, he even saw you off and kept his goodbye short; a simple kiss, hug and a promise for you to stay safe and call him if anything happens. He would have been proud of himself had he not known how lonely the house would be without you.

For the first three days, the phrase "its just under two weeks" became a mantra Satoru would mutter to himself— from the moment he opens his eyes in the morning feeling the empty space next to him, the phrase is echoed in his head. He made the mistake of preparing two cups of coffee in the beginning forgetting you were off with family, that simple mistake triggers a domino effect; it causes him to remember to contact you, he checks his phone and finds messages sent from you in the wrong order, courtesy of terrible service.

Leaving the house did nothing to alleviate the anxieties floating in his mind about you, whenever he passes by a cafe he has to purchase your favorite item off the menu, this time he had to stop himself and double back from the door remembering the meal would rot away in the fridge before your return. Spotting anything remotely related to your interests activates a knee-jerk reaction where he turns to gesture and mention it to you, looking for the spark that would light up your features in excitement— but alas, you were not here.

The days were longer, the nights were colder, Satoru's love blooms whenever he's near you, and yet now that he's alone, his heart is heavy; an overgrown garden.

The week was over. It was finally over, and yet the torture continued. You specifically told him you'd be gone for over a week— he once again repeats to himself "just under two weeks.." Satoru feels tired, and he doesn't know why. Through his meals and activities throughout the days, he would usually share them with you. He wonders if you felt the same exhaustion.

Just as his eyelids began to weigh down from the exhaustion, his phone released melodious chimes. Satoru grunted in annoyance and sat up in the cold bed, tempted to crush the phone in his hand— was he not even allowed to dream of you?

'LOML💘 Calling...'

His heart soared to his throat, everything he wanted to say to you, threatening to spill out before he even tapped the green button. He hurriedly answered and brought the phone up to his ear.

"Hello? Satoru?"

"... Baby? Can you hear me?" He immediately wanted to make sure of the call's quality. He won't be swindled by fate.

"Oh, thank god- I've been trying to get a hold of you all week! How are you? Is everything okay? I'm so sorry I couldn't contact you." He could hear chatter in the back. "I'm with my cousin. We drove out to this convenience store, and the service is pretty good!— I mean, yeah, it's a little far, but..." You took a breath, speaking too quickly for your lungs to handle."I'm so happy I get to hear your voice, Satoru..!"

everything he wanted to say, you were saying it for him, Satoru knows he's clingy but when you return his clingliness it makes him believe that he was made for you— that he was truly loved by you.

Suddenly, the stress he felt from worrying about you, the overbearing silence of loneliness, your affections pouring to him through the phone, all of these factors shattered him; a sob choked him.

".. yeah - me too..!" Satoru hiccuped as he tried to wipe away forming tears. He can't be upset now. He has to be tough for you.

You didn't miss the sniffle that followed, setting your soda down in the cup holder of the car. You sat up briefly. "Honey? What's wrong?" Your cousin silently signalled they'll return into the store, not wanting to overhear a lover's quarrel. "Did something happen?"

Satoru shook his head, forgetting you couldn't see him. He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. "No - no, I'm fine.. I'm just really happy to hear from you."

Silence filled the call, a moment ago he was preparing himself to yell at you, cry to you, beg you to come home— now he didn't know what to do with himself as he had everything he wanted listening to him on the other end.

"... Hon? I'm really sorry." He hated how you knew just what to say when he began to crack. "I love you, I promise I'll be home soon, okay?"

You love him. You love him. He felt guily; he finally had a chance to speak with you, and he cried and made you feel like the bad guy, made you apologize for wanting to spend quality time with family, does he even deserve you at this point?

"... okay." Is all he can muster, Satoru always sounds so full of life— but now he just sounds defeated, as if faced with a foe that he couldn't damage or evade whatsoever. It broke your heart.

Satoru traced shapes into the covers that he practically kicked off him when he saw your nickname flash on his phone screen, he began. "Baby?"

"Hm? Yeah?"

".. when you get home, I'm gonna be more selfish with you." His tone was serious. He couldn't help but smile when he heard you laugh. "You're already selfish with me!"

"Hey, I've been very emotionally vulnerable recently, okay?" Satoru felt like the usual dynamic of your conversations is slowly seeping back. It felt right, like finding something he thought he misplaced.

"I'm not complaining, hon. I actually love it." He heard you shuffle a bit. "I think you deserve to be a little selfish. You've been so good for me lately, haven't you?"

Of course, he should've expected this from you; you're his smart girl. Of course you would notice how strained he seemed before you went on your trip.

"I thought I hid it pretty well.."

"Satoru."

".. what?" He grew wary of your unimpressed tone. He didn't slip up, did he?

"You were listening to Mitski all week." Ah, your shared music subscription gave him away.

"She perfectly puts my emotions into words, okay? So sue me!"

"I know, hon! But you were listening to First Love / Late Spring. What was I supposed to think?"

The conversation continues, from Lyricism to current routines to favourite cafe desserts. For the first time in a week, Satoru felt safe and comfortable enough to sleep.

Your conversation lulled him to a sleepy state, he could hear you shuffle and move about, he could hear the car start, your family commenting on your dynamic with him, even if the sound was minimised as the phone speaker was only moderately audible, as long as he could hear your voice then he was happy.

"So, either Wednesday or Tuesday..?" Satoru asked groggily after you explained your situation.

"Yeah - I'm hoping Tuesday, but we don't know yet, I'll drive back to the convenience store and tell you once I know." It sounded like a joke, but he knows you would do it.

"Baby- no, I can wait, I swear—"

"Can you, though?" He could hear the smile in your voice, Satoru let out a breathless laugh.

"... nah, I don't think I can."

[strawberrykuro]

Heyyyy, what do you think the seraphim WHB were like as children?? Have they always had hostility towards each other? ..maybe you have some headcanons about this? :D

Seraphim childhood

Hey Anon! I'm sorry this took so long but I hope you enjoy this. 💗

Warning: could be ooc, slight angst, could be some misspellings, few mentions of Lucifer before he fell

I don’t think they were particularly hostile to each other when they were younger, it was more of a sibling rivalry between them, and from an outsider's perspective their relationship with each other seemed perfectly fine, it isn’t like they would try to kill each other one day! Haha… (how they were so wrong)

In front of god, they acted like 3 perfect little angels that could do no harm or wrong. Luci tho, knew that they weren’t perfect and it was only when god wasn’t looking, sometimes he would watch them have little arguments over the tiniest of things and he couldn’t lie that he found it adorable in an odd way. There was much more beyond their imagination, so much they had yet to see with their own eyes, and yet… they were fighting over which fruit would win if they were sentient and could fight. (Every time Luci eats any fruit, he thinks of that argument.)

— for each of them individually tho

Before there were 4 seraphim, it was only Michael and Lucifer. Michael spent most of his time with him, as he was like a second parent when God was attending to other matters. The amount of respect and love for his older brother was unexplainable in words; all of his knowledge came from Lucifer, and he’d use it all he knew to hopefully impress him.

When his two younger brothers were created, Michael just looked so confused at his reaction to the news. A new brother? And two of them? Why? Isn’t he and Lucifer enough? Isn’t he enough? What’s so special about these two? After a bit of resharing and some quality time spent together, he gradually got used to it. (Wasn’t always happy about it tho… (·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ) )

On a lighter note, Micha trying to take care of a young Raphael and Gabriel is funny to me. Consistently having to keep an eye on Raphael because once he took his eye off of him, suddenly Raphael was trying to eat dirt; a cake-shaped dirt cake. Creative? Yes. Healthy? Hell no.

Gabriel on the other hand was cleaner but is the most annoying piece of shit little brother ever. Like it was on sight the moment they made eye contact with each other, these two would do anything to outdo each other, a truly extreme brother rivalry.

— now for the middle

Raphael has always been an odd case. He was quiet as a child but got into the most trouble. Sometimes it seems like he’s looking for someone, and he was, he missed God, and he wanted to be with his father. Whenever he did find him, Raphael would latch onto his leg, hugging him dearly but it didn't seem like God would fully reciprocate that affection.

God would just sigh and murmur to himself on how Raphael escaped again and why no one was properly watching him. It always ends with God picking him up and carrying him all the back, it was like a kid pretending to be asleep so their parent would carry them to bed.

His relationship with his brother is very indifferent, while Gabriel and Raphael have a very obvious hatred toward each other, with Raphael it is more of an annoyance but tolerable. When Raphael was younger, he was a light teaser from here and there, cracking a few jokes on how Michael is such a perfectionist taking so many hours to get dressed, or Gabriel is such a suck-up to God to the point it's embarrassing to watch.

Just middle brother things <3

— and last but not least, the youngest

Gabriel, Gabriel, Gabriel. The one that his brothers would consider a “tattletale,” “brat,” and anything else under the sun. The way this child could flip a switch too quickly depending on who is in the room is laughable.

He wasn’t God's favorite, but he was the one who got God's attention whenever he wanted, which was 24/7. It wasn’t all bad, God did enjoy it when Gabriel would get curious about something and ask him about his creation. They would sit down as God rambled and Gabriel happily listened.

This ends with… Gabriel "slightly" bragging, but in a specific way. It is common knowledge among the brothers that Gabriel likes to do a prayer before he sleeps, and sometimes these prayers have a twist in the way he words them. They start normally like usual with thanking god and praising him but then you notice him going “Thank you for trusting me the most” or “loving my singing the most” etc.

Michael hits him with a pillow or tries to suffocate him, whatever shuts him up quicker. Raphael is already asleep so he never notices this. (Gabriel stopped this behavior when he got older.)

[threepandas]

Bad End: Actions Speak

"Be Silent."

Those were the first words commanded to me by the High Dragon Prince of the South. He did not want to hear me. Did not want to see me. To even be forced to endure, my obnoxious, insignificant, human presence. Any more then he absolutely had too. If it weren't for the fact that I had magic? He likely would have preferred to have me killed.

Just like the others.

I was a prisoner of war. One, which? I had no choice but to take part in. Had been drafted, by the humans. Only to be captured, by the dragons. All I had wanted? From my second chance at life? Was to live quietly. Study magic. Enjoy what I could not, before. Instead? I got warfare. Fear. The constant threat of death.

They needed me to open confidential human intelligence. Reverse engineer defenses and weapons. My safety and quality of life? Depended entirely on my compliance. And? If those reports and devices happened to be trapped to hell 'n back? By Mages FAR more skilled then myself?

Do it anyway. You are replaceable. Either you succeed... or you die.

You... hah... y-you really...

Really can say, I guess, n-now I know...? That...

That you really DO learn faster, under fire. Enduring pain curses. Fighting lethal curses, for your very life. Fire and drowning attacks. Lightning. Wind spells meant to choke the life of out of me, by sucking out all the air from my lungs. They... they really were creative, weren't they? My old colleagues.

Yes, sadistic, in ways I had never imagined. But also? Very, very creative.

I had the scars to prove it now.

All the while, as commanded, I did not talk. Did not DARE. Still do not. Even as I am shoved around. Dragged from tent to tent, building to building. Hurried along, like an inconvenience. A faulty, inefficient, piece of machinery, that dares eat their food and breathe their air. Slow and lagging, but sadly? Oh, sadly. They could not find better.

But I endure. Survive. I do not talk, so I can not offer. I give them nothing more then they demand. Malicious compliance. Nothing more, nothing less, then EXACTLY as you commanded, oh Wardens mine. My Keepers, foul and wretched. The holders of my chains. Someday... someday, this war will end. Or I will die, my luck running out, at long, long last.

And I?

I Will Be Free.

Once, long before this all, I had heard rumors. They say that talented humans, magically gifted humans, tended to be kept as glorified, pampered little pets, in the Vampiric lands. It... it sounds nice, now. To worry for nothing. To be protected. Adored and provided for, like some exquisite house cat, lounging in the sun. I could study again. Find someone nice.

....I worry.

You see, I... I think...

I may be breaking, around the edges of myself. Hairline fractures, born of stress. It's the isolation. Surrounded as I am. None of them are human, none of them will talk to me, at me. Anything at all. They follow the lead of their Prince. And he? Oh, he has made his distain for humanity clear.

Which begs the question. Why is he here?

Or rather, why am I? Dragged, from the ratty little cloth hovel they call "my tent", by the worn and patched to incoherence cloak I now wear, straight to the central command tent. Where the Prince is. The generals. The beating heart of the army itself. Dumped on the ground at his feet, I was fully expecting that to be it. That this would be the day.

They had found a better, less worn down, mage. A stronger one. A more obedient one. My services would no longer be... required.

I sat there. In the dirt. Eyes locked on his feet and waited. Palms splayed against the floor. Why bother fight? If I did THAT, they'd use me as "an example" for the NEXT mage. No. No, better to go quick. I had been reborn once. T-there was a possibility... however small... it... it might? Happen again?

Please, Gods. Please Gods, let it happen again.

But no. I was told, with judgment in his voice, by some general, to "get up". Ha! As though they were not directly responsible for my beaten down state. How dare. How DARE he judge me? I owed them nothing. Refused to die, in some short sighted tantrum of honor or pride.

I would LIVE, damn it. I MUST live. For how ever long I could. I wanted to be free again. To read and travel, do magic for magics sake. Never... NEVER see another dragon again.

Perhaps that was hateful. But damn it... I... I was so tired.

Nonetheless, I stood. Looked at no one and said nothing. Just an empty, ragged cloak with flesh inside. I am not here. I do not suffer. Unfocus your eyes and be far away. Yes, that's right, I tell myself, far... far away. It's like meditation. Just... ride the flow of magic. Do not call it. Merely observe. Let the colors drag you in. Be washed away. Far, far away.

I hear and do not hear, there. See and do not see. They can not touch me, can not hurt me, there is nothing and everything, in the Magics. It is... so... so BeAuTiFuL.

No wonder so many are lost. Drift and never come back.

I play a dangerous game, here.

But they can not hurt me.

No one can.

In here.

No answer comes then. But I am expected to work. Perhaps it is a show? Or they wish to verify, that I am indeed, doing what they keep me alive for. Nonetheless, I sit, in the corner, silent as I got to work. As old colleagues try to stop my heart, freeze my blood, rupture my organs. As burns roar over my skin and lightning crackles against canvas walls.

I do not scream. That would be too close to "speaking". I am not fool enough to give them an excuse. There is a belt I can bite. I use it often. Will have to salvage another, as this one is falling to pieces. That and a silencing spell? My screaming is muted.

Getting better at healing magic, I think. Either I have learned to numb the pain or I may have nerve damage. I doubt, now, that I will ever win awards. For my beauty. Too many scars. My arms are a wreck. My hands a travesty. It is nothing short of a miracle, that I have not LOST any fingers, to this.

Why am I here? Why? Why?

At least in my little hovel, I can curl up and weep. Emote. Can take breaks between bouts of pain and battles of magic. But here? Like a machine, stacks are dumped before me, and I am expected to perform. Do or die, human. We can always find another.

Through it all, haunting golden eyes watch. My pain, my exhaustion, all observed, giving away nothing, by that impassive royal face. I don't know what he WANTS.

Finally, after weeks of considering me, he decides to tell me. Comes to some conclusion, no input required. Why would it be? Of course. He is a High Prince. His power is great, his honor and name without equal. Why would he need MY input on anything.

"Did I know," he asked me, voice ponderous and musing, "That of all the mages his people have captured... I had lived the longest?"

I had not. But it did not suprise me.

He sat, considering me, splayed back in his chair like it was a throne, every bit the picture of a royal. A portrait of the man he was born to be. But the distain... the distain? Had... lessened. Not gone. Never gone. Gods, no. We peons were beneath him. Especially I, a mere human. But? Apparently I was not longer quite so wretched.

Our dear High Prince decided I should get a better tent. A new cloak. Actual medical supplies. What wonders.

It made me nervous. What cost, did these things come with? What expectation? Loyalty? I had offered none and never will. That would quickly become a problem. Still, I kept my head down. Always, always, keep your head down. Let the dragons die, for their stupid fucking war.

No longer replaceable. I discovered.

In the next big attack, as there was ALWAYS a next one, I wasn't evacuated last. As attacks fell. But FIRST, as the soilders were arriving. I was... was "essential personal". Shoved in an evac cart with the fancy strategists.

They started deliberately capturing mage supplies. Books and spell papers, chalks and high quality inks. Not just to disarm their opponents. Oh no. But to give to ME. I had... I had NEVER gotten supplies. The last time I had actually, truely, desperately, needed ink? I had been forced to use my own blood.

My hands actually shook. Touching such richs now. It overwhelmed, after so long, with nothing. I... I had healing books. Could actually look things up!

Curling up, before the piles of crates they dumped in front of my little tent, I didn't care, if they saw me cry. On my knees like an acolyte before the alter. Finally. FINALLY! Answers, armaments, and supplies. Relief, after so long? Was rain on desert sands. Burned skin left tender and screaming, to the cleansing mercy, of the softly weeping skies.

This, too, the High Prince saw.

No where to store them, of course. A gift given then taken away. Held just out of reach. Just long enough to give hope. All the better to torment you with it. Oh where we would we store, your useless little trinkets, human?

But I refuse to play the game. Fine. Take them. Take it all.

I need nothing.

Retreat into the Magics. They can not hurt me. I am not here. Far, far away. I am far, far away.

The High Prince, lounging and watchful, seems to have decided. No. The human things will go to him, actually, not to the fire. He watches with strange, considering eyes. In fact? I will make my self useful. Show my gratefulness. He is using valuable storage space on me, so I am to come before him and study. Prove it is worth it.

Is he not gracious? Now press your face to the dirt in thanks, human. Bow and scrape. Be glad, be honored, that your Liege is so kind.

He does not disagree, as they tell me these things. Why would he? They are his due. I think... I think I hate him. Hate them all. But the pull of books, of proper supplies, is simply too powerful. Back to that wretched tent I go. Under the staring eyes that dissect me so. Finally, I can heal my aching body.

He watchs me. As I study, improve, learn and grow. As old books are taken from me, shipped away somewhere, beyond my reaching, and new ones arrive. I desperately make notes. Hope those notes will be enough. Work and suffer and bleed. Somewhere, in the camp, I sense others.

The come and go. Bright lights that flare and then dim. Struggling and struggling, before finally going out. Some faster then others. The objects and messages they have me working on now? Are truely nasty. Again and again, I see the crests of Nobel houses and royal seals. How powerful, I wonder, have I become? Or is it simply... specialized?

A gift, for not dying.

Over the camp walls, I have begun to recognize the surroundings. The mountains and the valleys. The trees, in bloom. It seems wrong, that the world should be so beautiful, as everything is ending. The nation I grew up in, is falling. But... but we passed Heartriver two weeks back. And THAT? Was well within the border.

And from HERE... I can see the school.

The University of Magics. All I had ever wished, was to return. But... but not like this, never like this. I'm... gods. Oh Gods, I'm sorry. For my weakness. For not choosing to die. For not running at all, before it all began. I should have. But... but I was a coward. And now everyone else, must pay the price.

I stand outside my pathetic little tent and watch the horizon smoke. Burn.

Dragons are so very, very fond of fire.

Far away... j-just go far away... the Magic will always take you. Is always kind. Towards the tent I go. I remind myself, as I force myself to move, one step in front of the other? That if the worst comes to worst? I can just... Let Go. Go DEEP. So deep that no one and nothing can ever find me again. So far away, my body forgets I ever lived at all.

Just... just a soul. Floating along like a jellyfish, in the beautiful Allthings. The light and void, the far away and gone. I-It wouldn't even hurt. Just be like... like letting go of a balloon. I could be that balloon. Disappear into endless starlight...

But... BUT! I wont.. I can't! Not yet. Not until every other path has burned. Last resort. Only, ONLY, as a last resort.

(I refuse to acknowledge... how comforting the knowledge is. That I have a plan at all. A way out.)

Entering the tent, I head for "my table". At the High Prince' feet like a dog. A lovely little carpet, comfortable little pillows, a low table to work on. It would... honestly? It would be a lovely place setting. A delightful workstation. If it were not the context. The obvious, blatant, demeaning context.

Sit at his feet and behave. Be good and you're rewarded, be bad and you're punished. Brought little treats at HIS command? Sit on a pillow, on the floor, as they talk over your head? Ha ha... I? I half expected to one day show up to find someone holding a fucking collar.

If they fucking tried? I was going to set everything on FIRE. Even I, had limits.

However, it was just the Prince and I. Uncomfortable, but I could ignore him. Walking for my humiliating little seat, I noticed him watching me. Slowed. Why... why was he watching me? Awkwardly I paused. Did NOT want to be kneeling in front of a man that was staring that intently at me. Especially not so closely to a man, staring like that. The vibes were... off.

"Did you know, pet, that we actually have several rather old alliances amoung the Vampiric Royal Houses?" He said, breaking the strange silence.

'Pet, huh? Good to know he's at least fucking AWARE. I did NOT consent to that!' I seethe, in my head.

"It's been bothering me, you see. Your wretched state." He continues, completely unbothered that he might as well be talking to a statue. I stare, seethe, would give a limb at this point, to set him on fire. "You've suffered unbearably and I've done nothing to correct it, even though I could. We needed you for the war effort, you see, but now? Now, pet, we're nearly done. And I can finally care for you properly."

"Reward you, properly." The bastard says, calm and oh so reasonable, as though I had anything to do with him willingly.

"Honestly, it's long over due. The second I realized I wanted you as Mine, I should have stepped up to care for you properly. Officially. But, sadly, it would have been a conflict of interest. An abuse of power. Now, however? Now I can finally call on our allies for their support. Get you the medical assistance you so badly require."

A pleased smile stole across his face as he considered me.

"You'll make a lovely vampire. It was selfish of me, to cheat you of the years turning you sooner would have given you, but I'm sure you'll forgive me with time. Our people needed us. I can swear to you now, pet, you will forever remain my favorite, even if I take a Queen."

Horror was like a gut punch, deliver by a fighter jet. I felt immediately and intensely sick. W-what? Frozen so completely I nearly forgot to breathe, I looked for ANY sign he may be joking. Exaggerating. But... but no. W-WHAT?? How. WHEN? At what point, in my torment? In my UTTER SILENCE? Did this man "fall in love"?!

H-How can you LOVE a women you've never-?! No. No, I KNEW how.

You decide you like the IDEA of them. The shape of their body. You project onto them your OWN narrative and decide it is a love story. Fuck. FUCK!! I was... this was... no no NO! I REFUSED. Like HELL was I could to live, trapped for DECADES if not CENTURIES, the pretty little war bride of a tyrant!

The High Prince gets up and walkes towards me. Sweeps me into terrifyingly powerful arms. When he smiles? There are fangs. Deadly and hardly the comfort he thinks they are. We are a laughable contrast. Richs and rags, power and prisoner, royal and the woman who might just burn the world to escape. Shit. SHIT. I was scared of him before.

And that's BEFORE he decided he loved me.

[snaillock]

got a weird amount of baby fever recently out of nowhere (i lied it was from another fic i read) so here’s whatever the hell this is

tags: male!reader, the itoshi bros having somewhat of a better friendship, both are implied to be adults for plot purposes, proofread but like at 4am so the correctness was in god’s hands w.c: 0.3k note: oji is a way of saying uncle in japanese

“come on sweetie, say dada.” you squatted down and held up your phone camera, recording your one year old baby.

“no no, say papa,” sae said, kneeling right in front of his son and watching him make sounds that vaguely resembled sentences. he’s been babbling and humming random sounds a lot more often so you and sae were lowkey betting on whose name would be his first word. if you zoomed in far enough in the recording, you could see the sparkles of anticipation in sae’s eyes as he listened out carefully. “oh my god wait, he’s saying something.”

“o…”

“huh?” “that does not sound like dada or papa.”

“oji…”

a confused yet tense silence filled the room as you both looked at your baby in absolute surprise. the look of mortification on sae’s face was priceless and you caught it all on camera.

“what the fuck did this kid just say?”

“sae!” you elbowed him in the arm. “don’t say that in front of him unless you want it to be his second word.”

“well i’d rather that than it being rin’s name. i swear i’m never letting him watch our kid again after this.” he stood up and picked up the baby off the ground.

“oh please it’s not that bad. it’s not like he prefers rin over us. it’s actually pretty cute that rin’s spending quality time with his nephew.”

“god, when did rin even teach him japanese..?” he shook his head and looked at his child with the slightest bit of offense in his eyes. sae whispered, “you traitor.” he held him on his side and carried him out of the living room. “just for that, you’re getting an early nap.”

later that day, rin texted you, asking why he received a snide voicemail from sae, telling him he has to try harder if he wants to steal his son away from him. To which you responded by sending him the video of sae’s horrified reaction to his son saying uncle as his first word, figuring rin at least be amused to learn that he has a new upper hand over his brother.

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[amomentsescape]

Thank you for replying to my question! In that case could I request a Bruce Wayne imagine. One where the reader graduated college, bought a car & is now working a lot at her job. She’s been a bit stressed bec she hasn’t taken a break. Bruce surprises her at her job once her shift ends to take her on a date. & her coworkers & friends start teasing her. Basically Bruce wants her to destress and have fun. Then he expresses how proud he is of her. Just him being a supportive and loving boyfriend.

Also if you could throw in the reader’s friends asking if Bruce bought the car & if she’s gonna quit working bec he’s rich. But she says no to both bec she wants to make her own money & work hard. (Bruce ends up hearing this & it just confirms to him how she loves him for himself and not the money)

Sorry if it’s long lol!

More Than Riches

Gotham! Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary: Even with Bruce as their partner, Reader still aims to do what they want with their life and love Bruce earnestly at the same time.

Warnings: Overall fluff with maybe one or two bad words

Word Count: 849

A/N: Thank you so much! Based on your request, I wrote it as more of a drabble since my version of an imagine usually only comes with about a paragraph of writing like this. But if you'd like a condensed version that's made into an imagine, let me know!

The past few months have become all blurred together in your mind. To be honest, you were certain that you've spent more time at work than you have at your own home.

Adulthood wasn't quite what you had expected it to be. Graduating college and jumping straight into the workforce seemed like everyone's ideal, but this meant that you hadn't gotten an opportunity to take a breather.

But you supposed this is what you signed up for. A car loan wasn't going to pay itself. But even then, there was something fulfilling about what you did. Being able to be independent on your own terms gave you a sense of security you never knew you desired.

With that being said, you still wished you had a little more time for yourself and your boyfriend.

The thought of him almost made you a little emotional. You two haven't had much quality time together recently and yet, Bruce had been nothing but supportive towards your ambitions.

He told you time and time again that if you ever needed help with anything, all you had to do was ask. It truly felt nice to have someone on your team for a change.

You looked up at the time and realized that your shift was finally over.

You sighed and wandered back to clock out and grab your things when you heard hushed whispers and giggles.

Your coworkers were all huddled together, talking to each other like they were sharing a secret.

"I can't believe- oh! (Y/N), get over here! The Bruce Wayne just walked in. I can't believe it!"

Your eyebrows furrowed together. "I thought I was supposed to see him tomorrow..." you said under your breath.

When you looked up, all eyes were on you.

"You know him?" one of your coworkers asked eagerly.

You gulped. "Well, yeah. He's my boyfriend..."

You suddenly felt hot.

Your coworkers were absolutely stunned at this.

"You're kidding. You're in a relationship with the city's rich boy?!"

You just nodded, not sure how to respond.

"Oh my God. Then why the hell are you working here? He could literally pay all of your bills and then some! I bet your car is already paid off because of him, huh?" they giggled.

You almost wanted to roll your eyes at this. You were your own person. You didn't need saving, and you didn't need the man you love paying for everything that you could have earned yourself. It just didn't feel right to you, but to each their own you supposed.

"I'm actually paying off the car myself. And why would I not want to work? I enjoy putting in this effort to support myself and see the impact I'm making. He can do what he wants with his money, and I'll do what I want with mine. Now, if you excuse me, I am going to clock out."

With that, you grabbed your bag and jacket and walked over to the entrance, finally seeing that familiar face you love so much.

The moment he caught sight of you, his eyes lit up, a soft smile spreading across his lips.

"There you are. I was starting to wonder if I came at a bad time."

He leaned down and gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek, taking your hand in his as you both exited the building.

"I'm sorry. I just wasn't expecting you today," you answered honestly.

His smile widened. "I wanted to surprise you. I know things have been busy and stressful for you recently, and I was hoping a date night would alleviate some of that."

You stopped walking and looked at him, your stomach doing a couple flips.

You just kept staring at him, taking in just how perfect he was for you. He knew how to make any bad moment better in an instant. It's like he always understood what you needed even when you didn't know it yourself.

"What is it?" he chuckled nervously, a little bit shy from your gaze.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you," you responded softly.

This made his cheeks go all rosy, causing your heart to speed up. He was perfect.

"I could say the same for you," he reasoned.

His hold on your hand tightened as he pulled you into him, holding your body close to his.

"I overheard what you said back there, about me."

Now it was your turn to blush.

"Yeah?" was all you could produce.

"Yeah." He placed a kiss on your forehead. "I'm so lucky to have found someone like you. You're one of the only people I know that makes me feel seen as me, not just by my last name."

Your eyes met his at this. "Bruce, I'd love you even if you were just an average person like me."

He leaned his face a little bit closer to yours.

"You're not average, (Y/N). Not to me."

He then pressed in a little further and joined his lips with yours, kissing you like it was the first time all over again.

[aurora-313]

Heyyy,

I've tried and tried again to find the bright side of the ending and the Canon couples but I just can't. I don't even like the kids and thier designs are lacking. On top of that, I'm also dreading the day we get to see them in the anime🤦‍♀️

I've given up on the anime. It's glorified fanfiction, and honestly, nothing Kubo can do can really salvage it. Short of ripping Bleach apart from the very first arc and rebuilding it from scratch.

Franky the thing that I fail to comprehend is how Bleach went from "Monster of the week", where the monsters were fundamentally human in their hatred, desires, miseries and pains, to "let's kill/overthrow God and destroy reality".

Implausibly massive leap for a world that only consists of 3 towns and an empty void, wouldn't you say?

The dissonance is so jarring that it breaks suspension of disbelief. The cardinal sin of storytelling. That's why I don't enjoy TYBW. That's why the epilogue and the hell arcs make no impression on me.

A damning indictment of TYBW's quality as an arc is how forgettable it is. Remove it from the story entirely, and absolutely nothing would change.

There's a cult following in the west, sure, but that's all it has. Manga sales during TYBW tanked in Japan. Viewing figures in japan are in the toilet. The only thing keeping it afloat are diehard groupies who are easily distracted by shiny lights and crappy effects to hide how poorly composed it is.

The arc was utterly forgotten until the 2020 trailer dropped.

The storytelling is jank AF and the main villains are forgettable crybabies.

It's funny. By and large, I feel more emotional connection to three relative scrub Hollows from the shinigami sub arc, characters that only had a dozen chapters between them and viscerally hate them for how human their sadism is, but my eyes glaze over at the Sternritters. I barely remember any of their names.

The Quincy are boring. Yhwach is boring. There was an opportunity to salvage him by playing into the manga evidence he was a grifter who conquered, cursed, enslaved, and ate his way into power... but no. They replaced that with basic bitch daddy issues.

Then, there's artificially inflating Chad and Orihime's importance. The problem is that they're pathetically powerless humans by comparison.

Observe their first encounter with Quilge. Weak in the grand scheme of things, Quilge was casually stripping chunks of flesh off them. Compared to the feats the other Sternritters pull off, what can Chad and Orihime really do? Realistically. What CAN they do? The answer is nothing and worse than nothing.

Chad and Orihime, civilians who use reishi-based attacks, against an army whose been training for years-to-centuries, who dominate reishi as easily as breathing. No amount of training can change the fact they're a stupendously bad match-up against the Quincy. They realised their presence is pouring oil on a fire and thought the solution was to pour even MORE oil on the fire.

Tbqh. Ichigo should've put his foot down and told them to leave with Riruka and Yukio. Chad and Orihime simply cannot keep up with Ichigo anymore. Ichigo had left them completely in the dirt after Soul Society, and the rest of the series is Chad and Orihime in denial about that.

Why does Ichigo have to go through this exhaustive humiliation of a character arc, thanks to his elders leaving him to stew in ignorance, while Chad and Orihime got a free pass? And are ultimately rewarded for living in denial.

Want them to grow? Have them confront and accept Ichigo simply doesn't need them anymore. Have them accept their place isn't on his battlefield but protecting their mutual home. Have them accept they are mortals tangling with gods and demons, and they are in way over their heads.

The only plausible reason Ichigo DOES keep them around is cannon fodder.

As for the endgame ships; I don't want to talk about them, except that Ichigo should have categorically refused to have children on principle. After the shit his heritage put him through, why would Ichigo subject another child to that?

[withered-blossoms]

➠LAY YOUR GAZE UPON ME: PROLOGUE

A/N: Banners by @cafekitsune. SPOILERS FOR GAME CONTENT. This is gonna be a series, so buckle up. Yes, this is a new writing style that I am experimenting with. Think of it as an experiment to see how patient my readers are, if you will. The chapters will be released in the sequence of the brothers’ birth orders. As for the dateables and finally the new undateables, I'll consider giving them their own chapters as well once I've familiarised myself with their character. As usual, if Luke's chapter is written, it will be strictly platonic. Anyways, enjoy the prologue!

What makes you think that the world is exactly how you see it?

What makes you so sure that the truth is composed of what your eyes send to your brain?

Dear little human, it will do you only good and no bad to remember that nothing is definite. Life is full of changes at every corner. Those seemingly set now may very well fade away later. Anything can turn into sand the moment your eyes land on another object.

This concept applies to fictional works as well. Who is to say that your favourite characters do not exist? How can you all, as measly humans, guarantee that a character is fictional?

Give it some thought, my precious little mortal. How do you know for sure that the characters you make up are not memories of loved ones from the past? Who can guarantee that the tragic backstories you “came up” with are not the tales that your beloved partner, romantic or platonic, divulged to you, perhaps under a starry night with the breeze gently brushing against your cheeks?

I suppose I should apologise for making you waste your time on the contemplation of such matters. As beings with a limited lifespan, it would most likely be better for you to bring those long-forgotten memories back to life once again, while you still have the chance to. Grant them, bless them, gift them, breathe life into them once more, so that they may live under your loving gaze.

Only in your memories will they truly live.

So boldly tell their tales. Spread the word, invest time into their “creation” and pen out the details personally.

Because this is the only way they can make you remember them again.

…….

Apologies become meaningless when they are spilled repeatedly from one’s lips. To make it up to you, let me direct your attention to the new game in the market. I’ll be sure to give you, my dear little lamb, an unforgettable tour. Think of this as a little gift from me for the time you wasted trying to understand my delusion.

Obey Me’s the name, and your memory’s the game.

Those advertisements with weird dialogues, game characters with characteristic hair colours and ridiculous “choices” certainly do ring a bell, don’t they? It makes me wonder why the developers choose that specific advertising style when the real gameplay is nothing of that sort. Or well, its quality is a lot higher.

God, even Solomon can’t give them reliable advice when to comes to humans huh? Where is Leviathan when we need him to roast the choices made by the others on the committee?

Come now little lamb. All you need to do is to push that download button and you’ll be able to see who I’m referring to again. You’ve got plenty of storage after all; it wouldn’t be wise to lie to my face now, would it?

So that’s what you do. Download the game, and immerse yourself in its plot. Weren’t expecting for “your vessel” to be kidn– invited and whisked away, pardon me, to Hell on the first episode now did you? Well, it would seem that the darling lamb does not have a choice, since you were summoned under the personal orders of the heir apparent after all. Just go along with the flow, won’t you? They won’t harm a single hair on your head. You have the word of the first-born, the Avatar of Pride, Lucifer, as he is named. Besides, you’re under the protection of Diavolo and by extension, Barbatos, steward of the Crown Prince who you will meet later on. Their names sound familiar? You must be imagining things; just ignore that feeling of déjà vu. The human mind can be incredibly deceitful after all, so see to it that you fall not for its traps.

As we go down memory lane the storylines, you are introduced to the brothers one-by-one. Some are currently present, some are not. Worry not though, eventually you’ll get to know them again. To sum it up for your sheepy brain, you’ll be living with the seven Lords of Hell, who serve the Crown Prince. We have Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor. Find it hard to remember? It’s alright, perhaps you’ve already known it before my introduction. You just have to dig a little deeper and –

Alright alright, I’ll take your word for it and stop squawking. After all, I’m just a little crow, what would this bird-brain know?

[salty-autistic-writer]

Whumptober Day 6: Not realizing they're injured

Title: Don't Hide Your Pain From Me (AO3)

Summary: After a long shift, Buck looks forward to seeing his boyfriend again. But then he sees that he has several missed calls from Lucy and panics.

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It’s been a long and tough shift. Buck can barely hold himself upright anymore. Every muscle in his body hurts and he has trouble keeping his eyes open. But he’s still looking forward to this evening. Because he finally gets to have dinner with Tommy again.

It’s been literal ages since their shifts aligned and since they were able to spend quality time together. Buck is hungry but way too tired to cook and Tommy probably will be too, he guesses. So Buck thinks of ordering pizza and pulls out his phone - only to see he has several missed calls from Lucy. In fact, she tried to call him 12 times within the last two hours.

Buck’s breath hitches. He freezes as cold panic floods him. His legs buckle and feel so weak, he has to support himself on the hood of his car with his free hand. In a matter of seconds, his mind goes through several horror scenarios. Tommy. Tommy, in a hospital bed. In a coma. Or worse. Buck bends over and forces himself to take some deep breaths. He's scared. So scared. But he has to call Lucy and ask her what's going on. There's still a chance it's nothing bad ... (But then she wouldn't have called 12 times, right?!) 

With a shaky finger, Buck pushes on Lucy's number, calling her and holding the phone to his ear. He can feel his heart racing.

There's a few beeps, until ... "Yes?"

“Lucy?” Buck croaks, hand clenching around his phone. “What’s going on?” Please. Please tell me he’s okay. Please … 

“Hey, Buck,” Lucy says. “I’m sorry. You have to go to the hospital. It’s Tommy.”

“How ... how bad is it?” Buck asks, his throat dry. He closes his eyes. Please ...

“He’ll live. It’s a fractured rib. But you are going to need to have a serious talk with your boyfriend,” Lucy says and oh, she sounds … pissed.

“Why?” Buck asks, frowning.

“Because his injury is a few days old.”

Buck almost drops his phone. “What?!” He bursts, shocked.

Lucy sighs heavily. “Yeah … Please. Go and talk some sense into Kinard. The idiot scared the hell out of me when he started to gasp and wheeze in the chopper today!”

“I … Okay. I’m going to the hospital now,” Buck says, finally able to move again, his panic replaced by adrenaline. “Thanks, Lucy," he says, already opening the door of his car and slipping inside.

"You're welcome," she quips. And ends the call.

What the hell ... Buck starts his car, shaking his head. Why would Tommy go to work with an injury? An injury he didn't even mention? Buck has so many questions now. Well. There's only one way to find out ... +

Tommy is sitting on the edge of his hospital bed with his chest bandaged and he avoids Buck’s eyes, his expression a combination of exhaustion and guilt.

“What the hell, Tommy?!” Buck exclaims, still baffled by what the doctor told him. He places his hands on his hips, furrowing his brows. “You went to work with a fractured rib? For days?! What were you thinking? You … you had to be in pain. The doctor told me what can happen if you leave a fractured rib untreatened! You could have given yourself pneumonia! Or … or a chest deformity and a damaged lung! I can’t believe you didn’t say anything!”

He stops, breathing heavily.

Tommy sighs. He’s still not looking at Buck when he mutters, “It … wasn’t that bad. Really. It wasn’t. I barely noticed it. Just started to feel some pressure after that one call where we had to go inside a collapsed building. And then, today, I started to feel the pain when we did an air rescue. Lucy made me go to the hospital. To be honest, I don’t even remember when or how it could have happened. I just … I didn’t want you to worry about me. We were both really busy and after all those hard shifts you had this week, I wanted you to be able to relax …”

“God. Tommy,” Buck says, stunned. He’s speechless. Unable to process that Tommy would ignore an injury just so he wouldn’t make Buck worry. It makes him angry. It also makes him sad. “You can’t do this,” he says quietly. “You can’t … You can’t hide something like this from me, Tommy. I love you. God. When I saw that Lucy called me a dozen times … I was so scared. I thought … I thought I might have lost you without knowing it. That was one of the scariest moments in my life. Please. You have to tell me if you’re in pain. I will never be too busy or too exhausted to care about you, you understand me?!”

Tommy swallows. “I’m sorry,” he says, looking up at Buck, his eyes gleaming with gathering tears. “Um. To be honest. It hurts quite a lot. I just … I don’t know. I guess I had some experiences in my life that made my mind believe that complaining about pain is annoying and makes me some kind of burden. But I should know better by now. I love you too. And I didn’t want to scare you. I’m sorry, Evan.”

Buck exhales shakily. He can’t hold himself back anymore. He rushes to Tommy, hugging him. Just wants to feel his warmth. Wants to feel his pulse. Needs to feel that Tommy is alive . “I’m just glad you’re okay,” he breathes into the crook of Tommy’s neck. “And I’m so happy to see you after these endless shifts.”

Tommy leans into the hug and wraps his arms around Buck in return, even though he winces at the movement. “You’re happy even though I made us meet at the hospital instead of at home?” He asks, smiling weakly.

“Doesn’t matter where we are. As long as we are together,” Buck mumbles and then yawns. He’s so tired … “Let’s just order pizza and see what the hospital tv has to offer regarding movies,” he adds and Tommy laughs, only to grimace and say, “Ouch.”