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THE FORGOTTEN TEMPLE WAS DIRECTLY REFERENCED?

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For the BINGO, can I please request the Free use Space with Ethan Landry and prompt #12 ?

Please ignore this if I am wrong, but in case the free use space means we can pick an idea to go with the prompt: would it be alright if you made something of a continuation of your High School Sweethearts post with Ethan? It was so sweet and cute and really interesting! I always wondered how Ethan would turn out if he had someone who truly loved him from the beginning. Also the way you wrote Ethan in that as a soft dom was insanely hot! You really are a terrific writer.

But if the space and/or prompt is already taken, please ignore this. Thank you and have a great day!!!

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Ethan Landry x Fem! High School Sweetheart! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, slight angst maybe?

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.7K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Ethan loved you more than you could ever know, but the problem was he was trying to get himself to understand he could choose you over his family - someone who could give him a life of happiness and not murder. So when you surprise him with a trip to your cabin normally used for trips in the winter before you both go off to college, he finds out he could live a life with you he initially didn’t think was possible. And maybe, just maybe, he can get away from his family once and for all, and stay with you.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - edited timeline ofc || kinda goes along with these two fics: one & two || cursing & foul language || your family has a house in the mountains now || surprise vacation to the mountains || aged up some more || live your rich dream here || fingering || unprotected sex || riding || creampie || slight marking kink? || just fluffy, mainly vanilla sex || mentions of plan b || slight degradation? ||

“You both ready?”

Ethan paused from packing your bags into the trunk of the truck your father was loaning him for the drive, a four hour road trip certainly an amazing test for your relationship. “Yes! I’m so ready!”

Ethan smiled at your voice, nodding. “Yes sir, I’m ready.”

“Good,” your father gives him the keys, raising a brow. “Take care of my girl. Don’t bring her back pregnant.”

Ethan offered a sheepish smile, laughing slightly. Even though you were on birth control and he often wore condoms, there was always a chance. “I won’t.”

Your dad raises an eyebrow, tilting his head. “Why was that so hesitant?”

“I-I uhm-”

“Bye daddy,” you interject quickly, giggling as you kiss his cheek. “I already said bye to everyone, so I’m going to go before you change your mind! I love you!”

You dragged Ethan into the driver's seat, quickly going around and getting in the passengers. Ethan quickly starts the truck, sighing as he stares at the texts from his dad and Quinn. Richie was just… killed, and though he cared he wouldn’t let it ruin this vacation with you.

“E?” You whisper, softly patting his hand. “Are you sure you are okay with this?”

He squeezed your hand, shaking his head with a soft kiss to your temple. “I’m fine, precious, perfectly fine.”

You hummed as he quickly pulled out of your driveway, already putting on the playlist you made for the two of you. Keeping your hand in his, you leaned on his shoulder in the one cabin truck, an old 1989 Chevy that your family had kept running for two generations. You loved this truck almost as much as you loved Ethan, smiling as you leaned on his shoulder, thankful for the fact that you had persuaded your dad to install an up to date stereo that had Bluetooth.

“When we get there, we just have to unpack and we can have the rest of the day free. I was thinking later this week we can go hiking, what do you think?”

He looked over at you, smiling slightly. “Whatever you want to do.”

You pout, rolling your eyes. “If I wanted someone to just agree with everything I say, I would’ve brought someone else.”

He laughed slightly, shaking his head. “I’m sorry… I just,” he sighed, shaking his head. “I just want you to be happy. I’ll do whatever you want to make sure you stay happy.”

You paused, looking up at him, the way his eyes focused on the road and his brows were slightly furrowed made it obvious that he was thinking about something else. “No matter what happens, I’ll always be happy if I’m with you. No matter if we argue or fight, I’ll always be happy.”

He inhaled, eyes flickering from you to the road before he got to a light and leaned down to give you a firm kiss. “I like hiking, but as soon as we get there, I think I’d rather just… stay in with you.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Yeah, because you want to bang.”

“I so want to bang.” Ethan was tired of renting hotel rooms because he didn’t want to disrespect your parents house, and this didn’t really count — or that’s what he kept telling himself.

His words make you laugh as you lean on his shoulder, humming softly as you start to close your eyes. “When we get there, we have to get ice cream first. They have the best ice cream ever.”

He laughs slightly, nodding as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “Go to sleep, precious. I’ll wake you up when we get there.”

You hummed, nodding. “You sure?”

“I’m sure, precious. Just… get some sleep.”

He smiled as you quickly took advantage of it, falling asleep on his shoulder as his phone started to ring. He quickly grabbed it before seeing Quinn’s name blare, sighing softly before declining it. He wasn’t going to risk you hearing anything, or her ruining your vacation.

It was this road trip that Ethan decided you needed to stay awake if you both ever drove anywhere else. He so took a wrong turn somewhere, but his phone didn’t have any service and he didn’t want to wake you up. So, pulling into a gas station, he tried to turn on and off his WiFi before someone knocked on his window.

It makes him jump, cursing as you slowly wake up and he starts to roll down the window by twisting the knob.

The man pauses, his slightly gray beard catching Ethan’s eyes before you gasp. “Ethan, you got us here! Hi Uncle Luke!”

“I knew I recognized you! Hey kid!” The man laughed. “This that boyfriend your dads been telling me about?”

“Yes! This is Ethan, Ethan, this is Uncle Luke, he’s my dads best friend. He builds custom homes for people who want properties in the mountains.” You say, smiling as Ethan cleared his throat and quickly got out to be respectful.

He offered his hand, smiling. “Nice to meet you, sir.”

“Oh, a handshake, I like him already.” Luke took his hand, shaking firmly with a laugh. “Got a nice handshake, too! If you’re ever interested, kid, you got a job with me, as long as you don’t hurt my niece.”

Ethan laughed, nodding. “I would never even think of hurting her.”

“Yeah, Uncle Luke, he couldn’t even if he tried to,” you giggled, nodding. “But I think it would be good if E worked with you. He’s got some good hands.”

Ethan blushed madly, quickly pulling his hand from Luke’s grasp with a sheepish laugh. “Y-Yeah, I-I’m pretty good at like uhm, building things and stuff.”

“Oh yeah? How long are you guys here?” Luke asked, tilting his head at Ethan.

“We’re going to be here for about a month. Ethan lost his brother but he got accepted into college, so it’s my little surprise getaway for him,” you say, getting out of the car and tucking yourself under his arm. “What’d you have in mind, Uncle Luke? Besides game nights and dinner.”

“Well, maybe Ethan can come to work with me one day. See how he likes it, and I’ll start him off at thirty dollars an hour if he stays.” You knew Uncle Luke didn’t think either of you would stay, but the option did appeal to Ethan.

You giggled, nodding. “You like that idea, E? Maybe later on after you graduate, we’ll come live here. I’ll work medical billing and coding from home and you’ll work with Uncle Luke.”

Oh, he liked that idea more than you knew.

“Well, I’ll be off, Y/N, you have Lori’s number to set everything up, I’ll see you both soon!” Luke walked off as you giggled, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Let’s go into town, E. We’ll stop and get some ice cream, then we go home and unpack. Sounds good?” You suggested making Ethan nod, smiling.

“Yeah, for sure, precious.”

You both quickly got back into the truck, you gladly telling Ethan to keep going straight and that you both would get to town soon. Ethan loved it when you snuggled up right next to him, softly brushing your fingers up and down his inner thigh as you kissed his neck.

“And you said I wanted to bang.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “I always want to bang. It’s a consequence of having a boyfriend that looks like you. Oh, park there! In front of the shop.”

He laughs, shaking his head as he quickly parked and you tugged him off the truck. “Let’s get ice cream and sandwiches so I don’t have to make dinner. Sounds good?”

“Very good,” Ethan agreed, smiling. “So, what do I do?”

“Let’s go order the sandwiches first because it might take a minute, then we’ll get the ice cream and eat it while we wait. Sounds good?” You offer, Ethan nodding with his smile growing bigger as you dragged him to the back of the store.

A nice man greets the two of you, cracking jokes and laughing as he took your orders. “Alright! I’ll have these done in about fifteen minutes. How long are you guys staying in town for?”

You’re about to answer before Ethan quickly interjects. “About a month, but I’m liking it here so far, so we’re planning to talk about moving.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Oh yeah? If it’s just the two of you and no baby any time soon, there’s a nice house out on the edge of town. It’s a bit of a fixer upper, but nothing too major. Probably the cheapest thing you’ll find in town, though, because everything else is pretty big. Unless, of course, you’re like those people who want to stay outside of town in the mountains if you got the money.”

You laughed, nodding. “Yes sir, my family owns the cabin on King’s Peak. If uhm… if we move up here, we’ll probably live there,” you glance at Ethan, humming. “No baby anytime soon.”

“Oh, nice! Well, I’ll get started on these sandwiches, come back in about fifteen minutes.” He walked off as you slowly dragged Ethan down the aisles, tilting your head. 

“What was that?” You asked him, crossing your arms. “You’ve been here not even an hour, and you want to move here?”

Ethan sighed as he held your hips, shaking his head. “Come on, precious… you’re always talking about this place, always talking about how much you wished you lived here. It’s not like anything’s keeping me in Woodsboro, come on, what you said earlier sounded perfect.”

You swallowed, shaking your head. “What about Quinn and your dad? Th-They-”

Ethan sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t want anything to do with them,” he says, shaking his head. This new plan they were deriving had to do with you, killing you. He couldn’t let that happen, he had worked too hard to get you to notice him and fall in love with him, he couldn’t lose you. “Please… please, I don’t want to go back.”

You inhaled, slowly holding his face with a hum. “This isn’t like the movies, E. We’ve never lived together before, what if-”

“This is our trial period,” he whispers back, shaking his head. “I love you too much to fuck anything up. I won’t.”

“I know you won’t,” you smiled, nodding. “Okay. Let’s see how this month goes, then I’ll talk to daddy about buying the cabin.”

He looked at you confused, his head tilted. “What do you mean?”

“Trust fund baby,” you giggle, shaking your head. “You just worry about sitting back and looking pretty.”

He laughed, shaking his head before you dragged him to the cashier, paying for two double scooped cones, proceeding to drag him to the ice cream part of the shop. He smiled as you quickly ordered a double scoop in a cone, Ethan ordering the same as you quickly licked the side. You both moved toward the tables, your foot settled in his lap under the table as he held your ankle.

“Best ice cream ever, right?” You giggled, shaking your head. “I will never get tired of this ice cream. One time, we were here for a week, got it every day.”

He laughed, rubbing your calf. “I’m looking forward to eating ice cream every day this month.”

You giggle again, humming with a nod before the bell dings. “Oh! Sandwiches are ready.”

After grabbing and paying for your sandwiches and finishing your ice cream, quickly going back into the truck and driving to your cabin. It doesn’t take long, but you both do have to leave the main part of town to get there, easily going up the mountain until you lead him to a perfectly picturesque cabin.

“Here we are!” You giggle as you got off, dragging him in.

He didn’t even worry about the bags as you started putting the sandwiches in the fridge, kissing against the back of your neck before you bent down, laughing. “Ethan!”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to bang, precious?” He whispers as you stand back up, easily turning you around as you giggled. “Let’s bang.”

“Goodness, when we say bang, it makes me feel like eighty. Come on,” you whisper between kisses, Ethan’s hands holding your hips as you start to walk backwards. Ethan’s heart was beating out of his chest as you started to walk backwards up the stairs, everytime you missed a step, you giggled as he stabilized you and helped you find the next step. “I don’t think living here with you would be that bad.”

“That bad?” Ethan laughed as he tucked his head under your jaw when you both get to the second floor, kissing against your neck as he moved your hair to the side. “If we move here, I’ll make you breakfast in bed daily and then fuck you every night until we pass out.”

You laugh as his teeth graze your skin, your hand quickly searching for the doorknob of your room. “That’s the best idea you’ve had since you said we should move here.”

You gasp as he easily picks you up, opening the door and tossing you onto the bed before taking off his shirt. It was truly amazing how much urgency he had, and where it came from you had no clue, but you weren’t opposed to it as he threw his phone onto the bed. It makes you giggle when he almost tripped onto the bed, slipping off your shirt and sweatpants after kicking off your shoes and socks.

He smiled as he quickly crawled over your body, leaning down to steal soft kisses from you. “You didn’t see that, right?”

You giggled, shaking your head as you pulled him lower, gasping as his fingers trailed over your stomach. “No, I’m blind.”

He laughed against your lips as his hands trailed over your thighs, one of them already sliding up and down your slit as you inhaled sharply. “Yeah, sure you are,” he laughed, shaking his head. “Goodness, precious, want you to ride me. Want to see my precious girl bouncing on my cock.”

You groaned as he ducked his head once again, his fingers spreading your wetness up and down your slit. “E-Ethan, condom?”

“Fuck,” he cursed, pulling back to lick his fingers making you blush madly. “They’re in my bag. I’ll go get ‘em-”

“No!” You say, quickly sitting up. “No, don’t worry about it. We’ll just… go raw. Not the first time, besides, you can drive an hour to get me plan b tomorrow morning before breakfast in bed.”

He laughed, nodding as he leaned forward to kiss you, a hum falling from your lips as you ran your fingers through his hair and pulled him closer. He doesn’t break the kiss as you situate yourself in his lap, lifting your hips just a bit as his fingers easily slide into you, how wet you were working in his favor. You groaned out against his lips, holding his head as his cock rubbed against your clit, your hips rolling to feel his head rub perfectly against your sensitive bud.

Ethan pulled away and kissed your neck as you tilted your head to the side, looking down at his cock rubbing against your clit. You pushed your hand in between you both, grasping his pretty cock and watching precum dribble out of his tip, a perfect picturesque view before your thumb swiped it away onto your clit.

He groaned at your touch, pumping him all while you grinded against his tip and his fingers thrust into your cunt easily. Your cunt fluttered around his fingers, each nimble digit perfect and rubbing against every sensitive spot you had before you groaned against his neck. His teeth grazed your shoulder, tongue trailing your skin before he started sucking another hickey against your skin.

“F-Fuck, Ethan,” you gasped, groaning as you rode his nimble digits, the pads of his fingers brushing against your g-spot before he starts to flex them inside of you, grazing that perfect spot all over again. “Th-There!”

He laughed as your hips stuttered, your grip on his cock finally letting go as your hands moved to his shoulders to stabilize yourself. Your hips continue to rut into his fingers, groaning as your hips stutter before his fingers pull out of you. You stared at the shining essence on his fingers, your essence that he gladly pushed into his mouth and sucked off.

“There you go precious, now you’re all stretched out… and now you can ride me until you can’t feel your legs.”

Oh, it must’ve been a promise, the way Ethan helped you stay sitting up by holding your hips. Your thighs were already covered in mixed cum as you tried to balance yourself on top of him, lifting your hips slightly to continue bouncing on his cock. “E-Ethan, I don’t know if I can keep going-”

“Oh, precious, come on,” he urges you on, shaking his head, laughing as he rolls his hips into you. Your nails dig into his chest, a whimper falling from your mouth as he holds your hips. “You can keep going. I know you’re strong enough, precious, I love you bouncing on my cock, don’t you?”

You whimpered as he helped you lift yourself fup, stabilizing yourself again before continuing to bounce on his cock, letting your head fall back. Your inner thighs were read and sore from when he helped you earlier on, thrusting up into you and digging his nails into your plush love handles and helping you move up and down his cock.

This time was no different, besides his hands being more gentle as you continued bouncing on his cock, switching between the hopping movements and rolling your hips. You groaned loudly as you settled on his hips, rolling your own desperately into his, the angle unable to get his cock fully inside of you. “E-Ethan, it’s not enough, it’s not enough!”

He smiled up at you, laughing slightly as your eyes started to water. “Ethan, don’t be mean! Y-You’re not fully inside of me, need you to be all the way inside of me t-to get that part-”

“You want my help, precious?” He tilted his head, teasing you. “My precious girl needs my help to get off, doesn’t she? Because if my cock isn’t all the way inside of her she can’t cum.”

You whined loudly as you nodded your head, sobbing. You were so desperate for his cock, desperately nodding as he lifted his hips slightly and finally hit that spot inside of you. “F-Fuck, yes! Yes, right there! Oh, fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck…”

You babbled mindlessly, eyes rolling back as you flew forward, finally letting Ethan use his entire strength to thrust up into you. He grunted into your neck as you moaned loudly, your vision blurring as your nails dig into his skin, hips desperately trying to match his pace, not trusting your voice to say anything else but words filled with lust.

“Am I making you feel good, my precious girl? Yeah? C’mon, tell me, need to hear your voice,” he said, and you could practically hear his smirk. “You’ll get there baby, take your time.”

You felt so fucked out, groaning as you nodded into his neck. “Y-You make me feel so good, Ethan, don’t stop!”

He laughs, shaking his head. “You think I could stop? When your pretty cunt is barely letting me pull out, clamping down on my shaft like a desperate little whore?”

You whined as he continued to thrust into you, using your body like a fleshlight as you shake your head into his neck. “N-No, no! I don’t think you can stop, I don’t want you to stop, I never want you to stop! Love feeling your cock inside of me, I love it so much, need it every day for the rest of my life!”

Your words make his hips stutter, eyes rolling back as you moaned into his ear like you knew he loved. His hips stutter as he groaned out, finally cumming inside of you as he panted underneath you. He doesn’t pull out as you hummed, pulling your face out of his neck as you pulled him in for a firm kiss.

“Sex here everyday sounds nice.”

“So nice,” he said, laughing as he shook his head. “I’m going to help you buy this house, I swear it. Then I’m going to give you the best life ever.”

“You already have,” you whisper back, nodding as you slowly laid on his chest and he reached down to grab his phone. He waits until you fall asleep before unlocking it, hesitantly letting his finger hover over the block button on Quinn’s phone number.Looking down at you though, there was nothing to be hesitant about. He blocked his sister, then his father, tossing his phone to the side and softly kissing your head. You don’t wake up as he whispers soft praises of ‘I love you’s and other words, but he doesn’t need you to wake up for you to know.

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OK I’ll play. What insecurity visions could Matt torture Bell’s Hells with? Ideas under the cut for length and also trigger warnings for general trauma and awfulness because, after all, it's emotional torture and manipulation:

What can we guess from what we've seen of the first vision?

Well, Chet saw himself as a child murderer/werewolf version of the big bad wolf, so clearly these visions don't have to be based in reality. They just have to be emotionally resonant.

I suspect a lot of the things we all think should be in the visions because they're commonly discussed among fans, won't be. The players are all aware of those issues and Matt knows that, so if the point is to catch them by surprise, he'll have to try other things. I mean, would anyone have had Chet murdering children on their bingo card before s3e97?

I'll still include the obvious stuff in the list below because my silly brain won't move on to thinking about other options until I have those out of the way.

Another thing, that vision both played on Chet's fears and a soft spot for Travis, so we shouldn't be surprised if the other visions also have dual targets.

The visions could target issues and events that happened before the group met to add to the confusion about whether they're real or not.

Regardless how far the visions are from reality, they have the power to convince their target that they're real.

What visions might we get for each member of Bell's Hells?

Chet

His abandonment by his family, maybe showing what he fears might have happened to them.

The possibility of passing along his curse to his friends or other innocent people.

How little he was able to help in the fight that killed FCG, i.e. the curse he embraced to give himself the power to do more and be more actually not being enough to protect the people he loves.

Being old and either dying without leaving his mark or dying alone, abandoned, and forgotten.

Losing his ability to create using wood or maybe create anything period.

Laudna

Delilah, of course. There’s a lot of ways that trauma could be flavored but my guess is a vision of the children of Whitestone dead at Laudna's hands thanks to Delilah's influence.

Seeing herself hanging her friends on the Sun Tree.

A rehashing of Bor’Dor's death and her doing something similar to all her friends or other people close to them. Keyleth perhaps?

Imogen rejecting her, but maybe not over something obvious like Delilah. Maybe something more integral to Laudna herself like her stunted maturity? Maybe showing Laudna a version of her life where she's trapped in place but everyone else gets to grow, change, and live fully rounded adult lives.

Betrayal from within the group. I’d guess Imogen and Team Issylra would feature highly in that if it happens.

Dorian

We already know that the visions will target the fate of Cyrus, taking the slant that Dorian never let Cyrus take responsibility for his mistakes while simultaneously dragging his brother into the consequences of his own mistakes.

Opal losing herself to the Spider Queen and how he could have saved her by taking the crown himself.

Dorian’s cowardice (whether real or imagined) and tendency to run away from problems/complications is probably too obvious, but it could still be pretty juicy to explore.

The potential destruction of the Silken Squall due to the changes in magic and both he and Cyrus not being there.

Alternatively he could see a life in his home where he’s forced to abandon all the elements of himself and his travels that bring him joy. A future of soulless work and obligation, alone and without the outlet of honest self-expression even in your private hours would crack a lot of people.

Fearne

She thinks she is going to be fine but I don't think so. Like we saw with Chet, the visions don’t have to be based in reality to cause harm

She has some abandonment issues from her parents. I wonder if, rather than taking that head-on, the spin will be around her parents “selling” her to Morri for a favor.

The possibility of her father hurting or killing everyone she loves to try to exalt her.

Do people really love her for herself or for who she was manufactured to be? How much trust can she put in their love? Does Nana love her or does she just see Fearne as a useful card to play in her long game of manipulating fate?

Dark mirror Fearne could show up here, but I doubt it since we just had her a few episodes ago.

Fearne has struggled with understanding death. How would she react if all of her friends were gone or turned against her?

Imogen

The most obvious is Liliana/Laudna not loving her enough to choose her over opportunities for power or control.

The call of Predathos and being fated to surrender herself to it.

Watching Laudna lose herself to the point of committing horrors and having to decide whether to fight her or watch others suffer.

Failing at her mission and facing the consequences of all the death and suffering Predathos could cause.

The death of FCG and that, towards the end of the last Otohan fight, Imogen chose to play dead rather than continue fighting.

Orym

The deaths of his husband and father-in-law seem pretty likely but surely Orym/Liam would expect that? Maybe having Will and Derrig guilting Orym about his feelings about Dorian? It doesn't matter that in reality they'd both be happy for him to love again, just that Orym feels he doesn't have the right to want that.

Having to follow through on Keyleth’s order to kill Bell’s Hells if they become a threat.

Choosing not to kill Bell's Hells and dealing with what he fears Keyleth and his family would think about that.

Seeing Whitestone and Zephrah destroyed and Keyleth and Vox Machina killed because he failed to stop Delilah from taking over Laudna.

Something from their Issylra trip. Maybe the assault on the temple? Maybe something to do with Bor'Dor?

Just the idea that he'll never be good enough to save the people he cares about, perhaps featuring FCG, Will, Derrig, and Eshteross.

Becoming someone hard and cold, delighting in his fighting abilities for their own sake. Basically, becoming Otohan.

Ashton

A lot of abandonment issues in Bell's Hells, and Ashton is maybe the worst of the bunch in that area. His vision could be facing his parents and the Nobodies as they tell him how worthless and disappointing he is? Not smart enough. Not charming or kind enough to make real friendships or keep anyone close. Why would anyone want to be around them for long?

But also maybe they're too much? Too angry, too emotional, too violent, too soft. They're both too overwhelming and too reckless. They can't be trusted with fragile things, like other people's lives (featuring FCG, Laudna, and Fearne for extra pain).

I don't think Ashton is jealous in the way a lot of fans try to make them out to be, but I do think they're insecure in their relationships. So he wouldn't begrudge Fearne her poly relationships but might wonder if there's still room for them in all that? They're glad Dorian is back, but does that mean his close relationship with Orym will be discarded now it's no longer needed to help fill that void? Are they only a convenient, temporary fix that their loved ones use until something better comes along?

Maybe something about Issylra, either Hearthdell and Abaddina or what happened to the Hishari?

Shard-gate, round 2?

Rightfully Essek should also be here, but I don't have the background knowledge to do that well, so I'll leave that to the C2 fans.

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If you run into any issues or come across any bugs, please let me know. If you find something that should be in the NSFW category, but isn't, please also let me know. It's possible that I missed a few tags when I worked through the list. (But don't ask me to remove content you find objectionable.)

What do the checkboxes mean?

NSFW is basically what it says on the tin. If you tick this box, the NSFW tropes will be added to the mix. If you also ticked the AO3 Tags box, NSFW AO3 tags will be added.

AO3 Tags is also what it says on the tin. It's a list with roughly 1,000 AO3 tags. Around 250 of them are currently marked NSFW and can only be generated if you ticked both the NSFW box and the AO3 Tags box.

Stats & Meta currently only includes the lists "length" (contains wordcounts ranging from drabble to >500k) and "meta", which currently contains items like "a work with a song lyrics title" or "a work in a series". I will probably add other lists to that category at some point.

The already populated lists are:

challenge (various challenges and events like Yuletide, Whumptober)

creator (items like favourite author, anon creator)

discovery (various ways you could've found a fic)

fandom (ranging from tiny fandom to megafandom, also options like old fandom, inactive fandom, etc)

length (wordcounts from drabble to over 500k)

medium (items like podfic, fandom meta, fic with fanart)

meta (a fic's front-end and stats, also "citrus scale for rating" xD)

platform (where you read the fic)

reader (your relationship with the fic; is it your comfort fic, or your first fic in a fandom?)

style (chatfic, iambic pentameter, custom workskin, stuff like that)

trope (roughly 100 tropes)

tag (roughly 1,000 AO3 tags)

Lists that are currently planned, but empty:

canon (probably stuff like anime fandom, video game fandom, etc)

category (planned to add the AO3 categories and maybe Archive Warnings to this list)

content (might be scrapped, might be populated with some items moved over from other lists)

genre (what it says on the tin)

setting (where or when does the fic take place)

It's possible that I come up with more ideas for more lists at one point.

I had lots of fun making it, and I hope that you'll have fun with it. If you're using it, let me know when you got a bingo! :D

If you have fannish accounts on there (or don't mind inflicting fandom on your regular followers), you can also share the Fanfic Reading Bingo on Twitter, Mastodon, and Bluesky! :D

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Before this week's GMMTV announcements, I thought it was a good time to review my bingo card from Part 1, and do some manifesting for what we haven't gotten yet.

What I got right on my bingo card from Part 1 (which in hindsight, I did better than I realized based on announcements):

- Enemies to lovers, Pond in a comedic role, and if you squint, sort of AouBoom as leads because it's an ensemble cast - all covered by We Are.

- BL series with new actors - a safe bet, yes, still counts, Only Boo (which is actually turning out quite cute).

- Workplace romance - The Trainee

- GemFourth in something cute & innocent - My Love Mix-Up

- Paranormal romance & Gawin in a new lead role with a new partner - My Golden Blood, now to be joined by The Vampire Project for the paranormal part

- I'm also pretty sure I picked ViewJune as a side couple before they were confirmed as one for 23.5, so I'm gonna take credit for that as well.

What seems likely in Part 2:

- Mark Pakin in a lead role. He kind of spilled the beans already, plus it would be fucking dumb to not give him a lead at this point.

- 2 GLs in 2024. Pluto takes one spot, and based on rumors of a particular author posting about the event, another seems likely. (Pluto might also technically qualify as my secret identity romance pick but it remains to be seen).

- FirstKhao romcom. We want it, they want it, it's basic math. Give it!

- Neo paired with someone new and in a non-comedic role. I haven't heard much rumorwise, but I got the impression that Mark may be partnered with someone else. Which I think is good! They worked in Only Friends, but I think it's good to have a roster of flexible BL actors. I know Neo will be in My Golden Blood, so that sorta already counts for a serious role, but I assume he'll get more as well. (Omg, what if he hooks up with Mond as villain boyfies).

Less likely but not impossible:

- Remake of a Korean series. But after mining Japan so successfully, they might want to attempt more (especially if Korea is more flexible with airing rights).

- BL series with actors over 30. Their actors and audience are all getting older, let's bring in some maturity (Yes, of course this is about Papang making out onscreen for my enjoyment, I apologize for nothing).

Not gonna happen and I will be salty about it:

- JoongDunk vampire series. The Vampire Project is right there. Joong as a serial killer is also acceptable. (But of course I will watch them in whatever they get. I would just love for them to not be in university once again.)

- Midnight Museum 2. You give me such beautiful weird chaos and a perfect BL setup for season 2. And we won't get it, because god forbid that Gun ever get to kiss a man who isn't Off. Let him make out with other people, goddammit!!

Not in my card but manifesting all the same:

- Something worthy of Perth. Look, I like Chimon. He is very talented. And I had fun with Dangerous Romance. But I can't deny there was a chemistry problem. I think they can get past it, I really do, but they need the right series, the right coaching - heck, hire Saint to come do a one-on-one class of "how to make out with Perth like you mean it".

- Keep breaking out of the predictable BL settings. They've started to, and they need to keep it up. I'd love a strong sci-fi.

- More trans characters. More gender diversity. More breaking stereotypes.

[inkedkoi]

Bingo Card: Part Six

Continuation of "Hold On To “What If”: Overanalyzing and Rewriting Sonic Prime" essay

[Once Again, spoilers for Sonic Prime, all media here belong to their respective creators.]

✨//🌻//✨

And now, we’ve come along to the last row, the one most of you are waiting for:

My Ending Predictions!!!

As anyone has done, I was theorizing how the show would end. These endings may seem pretty vague because 1) I'm not a show writer, and 2) I wanted to get a bingo. I had plenty of interpretations but when I wanted to put them onto my bingo card, I decided to categorize them into one of the five general endings:

The “Tech” Ending

Sonic had a huge impact on every one of the group's world, back once again to the "Shatterspaces could be what each character needs to be" in the Connections section. I think it would be great if he gave one of the four tech accessories to each important character since he no longer needs them. It could be a nod to Sonic's character in general that he kept the gifts given by the friends he made from his adventures, like Sonic Unleashed. It's literally the biggest aspect of his character, that he really cares about his friends. LIke I said, since he has four, he could get give one to every group from each world (that has living Mobians, of course).

One to Kraken crew for the lesson of loyalty,

One to the Boscage Gang for the lesson of trust,

One to Nine for the lesson of hope and perseverance

and Sonic keeps the last one, to remember the journey they had together

Label: "N/A": nope, those pieces just went "poof" (I'm fine, I'm not crying I swear)

The “Chosen One” Ending

Time for different interpretations of this ending:

1) What if the Shatterverse already existed before the Shattering (refer back to Prism has been broken before cycle box if needed) and Sonic was chosen to solve the issues each world has? Which in turn, would that mean that Sonic was destined to cause the Shattering?

2) Sonic is the only one able to travel between worlds after he returns to Green Hill, so he's able to reunite with everyone.

Label "N/A": Not even close...

The “Baymax” Ending

We literally only had Chaos Sonic for like one episode, S2 EP6 (no, his appearance at the end of the previous episode doesn't count). Personally, I love Chaos Sonic, he's just a silly guy :)

listen i just enjoy silly little guys

I wanted to connect this to the Sonic look-alikes theory, that once Sonic makes it to Green Hill, his look-alikes would appear. Each one would have the "purpose" that is connected to the world. Since the Council did have Chaos Sonic's body and with the Rebellion winning over, I would like to think that Nine would find Chaos Sonic out of the rumble left behind. (I do hope Nine does go back to New Yoke.)

Just like in the Big Hero 6 movie, Nine may be motivated by how much he missed Sonic and could try to reprogram Chaos Sonic to be more like the hedgehog he knows. A hero who gave everyone hope. Plus, if the Sonic look-alike theory is true, we don't need to come up with a New Yoke look-alike from scratch, the Prism already gave us one.

Label "N/A": Chaos Sonic, you shall be missed. RIP to you king 🕊️

The “Canon” Ending

We got a sort of news that the show fits within the canon timeline of the Sonic franchise. From what I think, I really don't mind if the show is canon, the show is alright on its own. Plus, it could just be an alternate universe thing, kind of like Sonic Underground (triplets born, the throne awaits).

Label "X": This one is a bit iffy because it's kind of confirmed and it's kind of not. Not to mention the fans arguing about this. So in the end, I decided to interpret it as "possibility for multiverse shenanigans". Giant question mark there.

The “Forgotten” Ending

I had a few interpretations for this ending:

1) You know how in time travel movies they say "you can't meet your past/future self or all the universe will collapse" and when it did happen, they sometimes merge to become one. Yeah, that's what I imagined it to be. When there was the "each of the OG cast's personalities split up into the look-alikes for each world" theory, I think rebuilding the Prism would connect them all back to the OG cast. As much as I don't want it to be true, this is what I imagine would happen it was. Anyway, all the look-alikes would merge together to be the OG cast, and therefore the existence of the look-alikes would be forgotten. I really hope it isn't this one because it would be really depressing if it was.

2) When Sonic and Shadow return to Green Hill, none of the OG cast have any recollection of what happened after the Shattering.

3) Related to #2, it would be devasting if Sonic and Shadow didn't remember anything about it either. Then again, it could explain the legends thing I was talking about in my Prism has been broken before box, the fact that Sonic could be the one starting every cycle but when he ends it, no one can remember. But maybe, in between cycles, he or someone else has it recorded in some way for Rouge to find this information about the Prism.

4) Ok, technically this isn't an interpretation, it's more me not believing in the higher-ups. I'm not blaming everyone in the crew, but just like in any show, some don't care about the show or the fans. And unfortunately, they are the ones with the most control over the project. After I finished season two, I've been listening to review videos while I draw, getting second opinions over what the fans think. Not every project is perfect, that I understand. But a good project, at least what I think, is good because the crew acknowledges the fans and has such a passion for working on the project. From what I heard, the viewers wanted a satisfying ending, just as I do. But I don't trust a 100% that it will end the way we expect it to.

Label "X": I was right on #2 and 4, the OG cast even noticed a change in Sonic's behavior. And of course, the ending we got was very abrupt and it's likely a last-minute decision to go with it. I'm sure there are people in the crew who wished it ended better. That's why fans have the power to rewrite.

(Yeah, this is a short post compared to the rest but this will be very important later in the Rewrite)

To be continued...

Previous Part || Next Part || Masterpost

[unhingedhearties]

You Ever See The Peter Weller Movie "Screamers"?

The next 5 pictures are all from the same person.

I have no idea what this NPC means by "lipstick" unless it's a reference to the saying "putting lipstick on a pig", in which case... well, I've already made my statement about the appearance of the average Heartie.

Oh, TKAinBrier also kept repeating the Pepto Bismol joke, but we're not going to record every instance of that because I don't want these posts to be too long.

Everyone knows the key to comedy is repetition. You say the joke over and over and it gets funnier each time. Especially when you have nothing else to add.

"But there are many that are not ready for this..."

GET.

MENTAL.

HELP.

They said the poster isn't in good taste and disrespectful so mark your bingo cards!

Hallmark doesn't give a shit about "bringing peace". They're advertising their highest rated show, not trying to solve world conflict. Corporations are not your friends.

"Hallmark should have had another Promo poster out at the same time promoting the other 'great new arc' then."

Why? Have they ever done that in the past? Why is it different this time? And don't say 'other great new arcs' like you mean the other characters should have posters centered around their stories (Brilliant idea by the way. Just spoil everything that's coming up in Season 11). What you really mean is you wanted Lucas to have his own special poster. Lucas isn't the main character and what happened to him in the last episode was left vague to build up excitement, but forget all that, he should have a separate, super special poster all to himself. What a marketing genius you are.

"The Way Home… is an entirely different show."

Stay in school kids. You don't want to end up TKAinBrier here who can't tell that "found its way home" is an expression.

"kissing another man"

Which one, Jack or Lucas? Another example of them forgetting that there was an entirely different love interest for the first half of the series. And what the hell is this weird, vague insinuation that Elizabeth is some kind of damaged goods because she kissed another man?

Lipstick, baggage, lipstick, baggage, lipstick lipstick lipstick baggage baggage baggage. Holy crap, is this some kind of weird projection?

...YOU WANT TO ELABORATE ON THAT!? So many When Calls The Heart fans seem like broken, damaged people. GO GET HELP. Go deal with whatever demons you have and find value in your life besides obsessing over a TV show and projecting your empty personality on to a fictional character.

[akehoshimystar]

Chapter 8

Mao: Here’s your coffee. Kazuki: Thank you.

Behind the hidden door of the painting. Kazuki Soneto's soft voice echoed in the quiet private room.

Mao: I've heard about Mari-san. I'm sorry for your loss. Kazuki: It’s okay. Thank you for treating my mother kindly when she was alive. Mao: What brings you here today? Kazuki: There’s a will…or should I say…. a final letter that my mother wrote to me. According to that, it seems like she had left a memento with Mao-san. Mao: ………. Kazuki: You have it, right? Mao: ……Yes. Kazuki: Alright! …No, I mean…Ahaha. I'm glad I finally found it. It's a very precious keepsake. Thank you for looking after it. Where can I get it? Maybe it’s here today? Mao: ………I heard Mari-san had been suffered a very serious illness. Kazuki: Eh? Ah, yes… She had been diagnosed with a malignant tumor. Mao: So that's why she hadn’t come to request us for the past six months or so? Kazuki: Ah….. I guess. No, that’s right. She's been in and out of the hospital since then.

Soneto Kazuki looked a little unsettled as he sipped his coffee right after saying that.

The thing is….. Mari-san was doing just fine a month ago.

Mao: (It's true that I haven’t received any request from her for a while, but she had been showing up at the cafe and the bar until a month ago.) (… Lying through his teeth like that…. He must be really in a tight spot.) (I wish he wasn't her real son, just an impostor. But that face says otherwise.) (I've seen him in photos many times, that nose and those eyes are the exact same as hers. There's no doubt about it.)

The occasional sweat wiping from the forehead, the restless gaze….. Those are the typical behaviors of a liar.

Mao: .…….Mari-san often talked about her son. She loved her child very much, but he left in his mid-20s and she couldn’t contact him at all. Kazuki: Oh… I see. So you did know… Ukyo: Since when did you come back? Kazuki: Um.….. Actually, it was about three weeks ago. I heard from a friend back home that she’s not feeling well, so I came back for the first time in ten years Mao: Mari-san must have been happy to see you after such a long time. Kazuki: .…..I wonder.

A bitter, sarcastic smile flashed across Soneto Kazuki's cheeks for only a moment.

Mao: ………. Why did you leave? Mari-san said that she tried everything to hold you back. Kazuki: ………..Excuse me? That’s the funniest thing I have heard today. Don’t you know that it’s her that kicked me out? Mao: (Found a landmine.)

Everything was just as she said, there's no doubt he’s her son. But he's definitely hiding something.

Kazuki: Ah… Sorry. My voice was too loud. Mao: It's okay, this is a private room. It hasn’t been long since her passing, so you must still feel unsettled. Kazuki: ……..Yes. That must be it. Mao: But why did she say that it’s her son that left? Kazuki: I absolutely have no idea. I was suddenly thrown out, and I've been living in such pain that I could die ever since. Mao: (Suddenly thrown out, huh…..)

Mari: Maybe I spoiled him too much. Mao: You gave him a lot of love, didn't you? Mari: He’s my only son, so I gave him plenty of it. But that might be a bad idea…… Even in his mid-20s, all he ever does is ask for money, money, and money without doing much work. That's why I wanted him to stand on his own two feet. I thought I could knock some sense into him by saying, "Live on your own!" Mao: Isn’t that what you want then? Mari: But… He seemed to take a pretty big grudge against me, and never contacted me again. It's been 10 years already. He is the most precious treasure I could ever have had….. I really wonder what I should have done…

Mari-san who always drinks heartily and laughs off anything, let out her complaints for the first time that night.

Mao: .…..Was Mari-san’s last letter a normal one?

I listened while silently praying that my prediction would be off the mark. Soneto Kazuki looked around and spoke quietly.

Kazuki: .….No. It's just one strange card… Mao: (…Bingo?) Kazuki: Do you know the horror game "Find me!"? Mao: Find me. I trust you. Kazuki: Yes, exactly. I thought that my mother had left me an inheritance because apparently at the end of the game you get a jewel. I noticed some clue in the game and searched the whole house, and found out that it was sent to you. That's why I came to retrieve it!

Soneto Kazuki gave me a fawning smile.

Mao: (If I’m going to respect Mari-san’s wish…) (I don't think I can give the jewel to him.) Unfortunately, I can’t comply with that. Kazuki: Eh?

His complexion changed almost immediately.

Kazuki: H-Hey… Hold on a sec. Why not? You’re just keeping it under your care, right? If you don't give it back, that’s no different from stealing. Mao: Have you ever stopped and thought for a moment why she would do this? Kazuki: Huh? I don't know anything about that… Mao: Have you even thought about it at all? Kazuki: I said I don’t know, are you deaf? It doesn't matter. Mao: What I've been entrusted with is Mari-san’s will. Kazuki: Will? Mao: "Find me.” Kazuki: !

Mao: What did Mari-san want you to find? I'll take good care of it until you reach the answer by yourself. I have no intention of betraying Mari-san who trusted me to do the job. You’re not getting anything with the way you are now. Kazuki: What's the big deal here…? I heard she had been feeling unwell, so I came back in a hurry. But as soon as she saw me she started her lecture and said she had a plan to donate most of the inheritance to an institution… And now you’re saying that she won't give me the jewel she made me go through all the trouble to find? What kind of bullcrap is that? Mao: Mari-san must have decided not to give anything to her son, who only sees her as money dispenser. That's why she set up this game. Kazuki: Excuse me? Mao: After you received the message card, have you searched every nook and cranny of your house? Kazuki: I did! And as a result, I found evidence that it was sent to you! Isn’t that a jackpot already!? Mao: Not yet. You're still missing the most important point. Kazuki: !? So what is it? I don't give a damn anymore! Spit it out!

The dark eyes that had completely lost the human likability glared at me.

Chapter 9

[thegeminisage]

i made it to hebra! in this stabel there's a guy admiring a poster of a beast. he says zelda herself traveled with it...and what do you know, i WAS wondering why the animal in the very first trailer wasn't in the game, but here it is! maybe it's one of the missing "memories"? or maybe just a shoutout to something they had to cut...

tried the horse god bed. it was weird and also a waste of rupees...for now, i just have malanya's location

🥺 the merchant at this stable helping the rito lady carry food back to rito village...literally look for the helpers

well, i can see from here the divine beast is gone...i wonder what happened to them...

ohhh i hit the snow. rip hebra

ohhhh boy this stable is really in it. the music sounds different too!!!! i really like that

TRAYSI BETRYAL ARC??? omg..............

we're literally back to gentrification. buy out the old owner at a steal and fuckin. set up shop

oh shit. someone who looks like zelda appearing everywehre

telling people in kakariko not to touch the ruins maybe?? i wonder if it's a fake evil zelda...

FROGGY ARMOR MY BELOVED...FINALLY...RAIN CLIMBING...

ohhhh this sidequest is gonna be soooo worth it

i love my fellow reporter dude, but i wonder where kass is....maybe in the village? i miss hearing his song out in the wild :(

OHHHHHHH i love this snowy rendition of the rito theme...........beautiful 😭

it's giving frozen zoras domain in oot and tp. and since the rito evolved from zora, THAT counts as an oot reference!!

oh i found some of kass's kids 🥺 geez theyre so little to be dealing with cold and starvation

i think these are his kids, anyway...it's been awhile

"most of the adults arent around anymore bc of the weird weather" you mean like theyre on vacation right. or gathering supplies? WHERE IS TEBA?

oh my god the kids are on their OWN? theyre finding their won food and making their own arrows?? THEYRE BABIES!!! NINTENDO CMON

sold half my inventory to this poor kid to afford rito armor...i KNEW that shit would be expensive

theres fuckin. NOBODY HERE. ARE THEY ALL DEAD?

i really like how the shrines in this game teach your skills you'll need soon...it feels better timed than the ones in botw

OH MY GOD IT'S TEBA HE'S FUCKIN ALIVE MARK OFF MY BINGO CARD

teba...new rito elder...tf happened to the old one...oh my god

"everyone i could spare is already researching the blizzard or looking for food" ok so theyre not dead. cool. your children are all starving though

[deathtodickens]

Date Night Bingo. Dialogue.

Helena: What, in this intolerable world, is Date Night Bingo?

Myka: It's some ridiculous game they play, and think I don't know about, whenever we go on a date. They mark off all of the things that happen during that date and whoever gets a whole row wins.

Myka reaches out to Pete.

Myka: Hand it over.

Pete gives his BINGO card to Myka.

Myka taps a finger to her temple.

Helena: She thrives on situational awareness.

Pete: She thrives on taking the fun out of everything.

Myka: Let us review, shall we?

Myka looks up at Pete, already annoyed.

Pete: Hey, this wasn’t a solo effort.

Pete gestures with a nod to Claudia.

Claudia: I threw my hand in, here and there. Someone had to stop Pete from filling half the board with random acts of—

Pete: They don’t need to know about that.

Helena: And so the not-rare-enough occasion of me being in agreement with Peter rears its ugly head, once again.

Pete looks to Myka, confused.

Myka: She means “ditto”.

Pete: Ooh! You could just say “ditto”, H.G.

Helena: I will never say this “ditto”.

Myka and Pete, at once: You just said it.

Helena sighs and walks away.

Myka examines the BINGO card and starts from the top.

Myka: "Myka Trips"?

Pete: Inevitable.

Myka: "On Absolutely Nothing"?

Claudia: It's practically your trademark.

Myka: "Ping". That’s definitely happened too many times before.

Pete and Claudia nod proudly.

Myka: "H.G. Chooses Tacos Again".

Helena walks back to the group, annoyed.

Helena: I lived over one hundred years before I knew of the joy that is a taco. I am allowed to enjoy a taco.

Pete stifles his laughter.

Claudia: (elbows Pete) See, this is what I’m talking about dude. You gotta chill with the dirty jokes.

Myka: "H.G. Cooks". And it's accompanied by an illustration of fire and smoke. Lovely.

Helena takes the BINGO card.

Helena: Let me see that.

Claudia: That’s all Pete.

Pete: You literally drew that.

Claudia: He asked for flames. I didn’t ask questions.

Helena hands the card back to Myka.

Helena: Once again, I lived one hundred years without. Excuse me for not having access to a stove while in bronze.

Pete: Again, H.G., you could have just said “ditto”. Instead of all of that.

Myka: "Myka Twirls A Finger In Her Hair". Okay, I’ll give you that one, too. I've been doing that since I was a kid. But "Myka Twirls A Finger In H.G.’s Hair"… oh.

Myka smiles and blushes.

Helena: Okay. Ditto.

Pete: See, that wasn’t so hard.

Helena: It was, actually.

Claudia: I used to feel really bad for you H.G. but I’m starting to realize you make a lot of trivial things look extremely painful.

Helena glares at Claudia.

Claudia: See, like that.

Myka: Why are the wigged, sentient plastic bones that we do not speak of on the BINGO card?

Pete: Uh, we made the card template before she became sentient.

Claudia: As far as we know.

Pete: As far as we know.

Helena: You could have just said “ditto”.

Myka: Now she’s an expert.

Helena: My darling Myka, exactly whose side are you on?

Myka reaches for Pete’s dauber and presses a dot to the BINGO card square that reads “H.G. says darling”.

Helena: (to Pete and Claudia) You don’t know me.

Myka presses an attentive kiss into Helena’s hair.

Pete: That’s a kiss!

Claudia: They already kissed.

Pete: What? No.

Myka: You already have "Kiss or Cry" marked. Also, rude.

Pete: When?

Claudia: That’s like the first thing they did.

Pete: You already kissed! Do something else.

Myka: You’re not playing the game, Pete! And why does the square that reads "Food Spill" have a subscript of "Probably Myka"?

Pete points to a stain at the bottom of Myka’s dress.

Claudia: Practically a free square.

Helena: My love, when did you even have ketchup to spill on yourself?

Myka: WHY IS "TENTACLE-INDUCED GAGGING" ON HERE?

Myka gags.

Claudia: That's why.

Pete: You did pick a seafood place.

Claudia: H.G. sat you two right by the squid tank.

Myka: How could you possibly know that?

Helena: I did, and you did gag. I’m sorry, love. I noticed far too late.

Myka: I'd contemplate revenge-eating shrimp so that you can't kiss me for the rest of the night but I’d only be punishing myself.

Helena: I think we’ve suffered enough time apart in this lifetime.

Pete: Why can’t you kiss H.G. if you eat shrimp?

Claudia: H.G. has a shellfish allergy.

Pete: Why would you choose to eat at a seafood place if you—

Helena: Myka does love her fish and chips.

Pete turns to Claudia and holds his arms out in display of this perfect setup for a perfectly not great joke.

Claudia: You don’t even care that you’re traumatizing me, do you?

Pete: Ugh. Fine. But why didn’t we add "Myka-Induced Allergic Reaction to Shrimp Kisses" to the board?

Myka: Because she could die. And you would soon follow.

Helena: Is "Interrupted By Two People Who Will Soon Find Themselves Deceased And Certainly Not By Shrimp Kisses" on there?

Pete: No?

Claudia: I told you we should have added "H.G. Threatens Someone’s Life" to the card.

Pete: Too easy. Besides, we have "H.G. Uses The Tesla", which is almost the same thing.

Claudia: We need easy ones to replace things like—

Myka: "Myka Mentions Pre-Law, Pre-Med, or Fencing"? What’s wrong with me talking about my past?

Pete yawns.

Claudia: Sorry, Myka, but twelve years in, there’s just no defense for rehashing that.

Myka turns to Helena expectantly.

Helena: I love hearing your pre-law before you were pre-med stories.

Myka: I was pre-med before I was pre-law—

Helena: Right, yes. Pre-fencing, pre-med, pre-law. Secret service turned warehouse agent turned bookshop keeper returned warehouse agent, and now, soon-to-be retired. We can hope.

Myka: Helena.

Helena: Should consider retirement. Soon.

Myka sighs.

Helena: So we can move away, far far away from this place and these all too regular, and growing in regularity, interruptions.

Myka: Here’s a “Mrs. F Magically Appears” square. Speaking of interruptions.

Everyone pauses for a moment to check their surroundings.

Helena whispers to Myka: Situational awareness.

Myka: More like a trauma response.

Helena: Potato, tomato.

Pete: It’s potayto, potawto.

Helena looks at Pete as though he's grown a second head.

Pete reaches his hands to his shoulders, just to be sure he hasn't.

Pete: You said tomato but it’s—

Claudia: She’s barely keeping her head above water with ditto, dude. Let it go.

Helena flips her hair condescendingly. Pete just knows it.

Myka: There's the "H.G. Hair Flip".

Helena: That is not on there.

Myka points to the box on the card for Helena to see.

Helena is annoyed. Again. Or still.

Helena: We could move to Florida. It’s so very very far away from here.

Myka: I’m not living in Florida, Helena.

Claudia points to “Myka Cooks” on the card, which is accompanied by an illustration of a smoking pan.

Claudia: You’ll need to hire a cook.

Myka and Helena glare at Claudia in unison. But it’s Claudia. And she’s not exactly wrong.

They let it go.

Helena: “Ex Encounter - Again” could be filed under “H.G. Uses The Tesla” or even “Someone Holds Someone At Gunpoint.”

Claudia: That would be historically accurate.

Pete: Historically? I think you mean predictably accurate. Presently accurate. Painfully so.

Myka: They weren't my exes. They were just... there.

Helena mumbles something inaudible.

Pete: I don't think what you're saying can be translated into Victorian times, Mykes.

Claudia: Oh, it absolutely can be translated into Victorian times. Dare I say it was first translated from Victorian times.

Myka: The Victorian had plenty of her own times.

Helena: Every time you refer to me as The Victorian, I hear only one thing.

Everyone looks at Helena.

Helena: Ancient hag.

Pete: H.G.

Claudia: C'mon H, that's not what we're saying--

Myka: "Not-So-Secret Marriage"? Pete, we’re already married.

Pete: Again, old template.

Claudia: Yeah, 2016 was a wild year in the Date Night BINGOlympics.

Helena: I’m sorry, what has she just said?

Myka: Ditto to Helena’s question because I have no idea.

Claudia: The Date Night BINGOlympics.

Pete: Oh, yeah, 2016. Wildest Date Night BINGO year on record. You guys went from barely talking to not talking to secretly talking to secretly meeting up to—

Claudia: Not-so-secretly meeting up and not-so-secretly “meeting up”.

Pete: That’s when we added “H.G. Gathers Myka’s Apples”.

Helena looks to Myka, bewildered.

Myka: (mouthing to Helena) I am so sorry.

Pete: We took a big risk adding Not So Secret Marriage to the card that year.

Claudia: It wasn’t that big of a risk. We saw the Not So Secret Engagement Ring that Myka only ever wore on a necklace.

Pete: And the Not So Secret plane tickets that Myka tried to hide in her Not So Secret Drawer of Not So Secret Helena Clothes that starting piling up after all of your Not So Secret “Artifact Consulting” visits.

Myka and Helena stare in appalled silence.

Claudia: Their faces are screaming "Oh Look, They’re flying!"

Pete: That counts. Daub it!

Pete reaches for his dauber.

Myka: Don’t even think about it. This game is over.

Helena: Ditto.

Claudia: But you haven’t even gotten to the best ones!

Myka: "Someone Uses The Grappler"? Neither of us has the knees for that anymore.

Pete: (to Claudia) Do you really expect me to survive this humorless world of no innuendo jokes? She's walking right into them!

Claudia: I'm just a baby, Pete. Think of my innocence.

Pete groans.

Myka: "H.G. Mentions The 1800s"? "Date-Busting Artifact", ugh, don’t remind me.

Helena: Date-Busting Soon-To-Be-Deceased Ex Stalker-Coworkers.

Myka: "Old Book References". "Date Night At the BnB". "Break… Up?"

Pete: (snatching the BINGO card from Myka) Yeah, that’s nothing. But hey, look, "FUDGE"! That’s happened before, right? Remember that time in Colorado, when you bought “fudge” at the “natural health store” that H.G. didn’t know was actually a weed shop? And then you both kept smelling fudge, thought there was an artifact nearby, and tried neutralizing your nephew with a static bag hat?

Myka snatches the BINGO card back.

Myka: Why would you put BREAK UP on here?

Helena takes BINGO card and gasps.

Helena: I ditto that question!

Pete: All right all right, relax with the ditto.

Claudia: Look, we have to have some improbabilities on there, otherwise it’s no fun.

Myka: Florida is starting to sound really really nice, actually.

Pete: No, Mykes, Florida is not starting to sound really really nice right now.

Claudia: Ditto to that.

Helena: Let me see that dot-making thing.

Myka hands Helena the purple dauber.

Helena daubs a square that says “We Got Caught” with a doodle of Claudia and Pete then reaches to Claudia.

Helena: And yours?

Claudia hands Helena the teal dauber.

Helena daubs another dot over that very same square. She hands Pete and Claudia their daubers back, gives the BINGO card back to Myka.

Helena: Now, if you three are done here, we’ve a movie to catch.

Myka: And maybe some fudge to buy.

Before anyone can say anything about that, the metallic ring of Pete’s Farnsworth starts sounding in his pocket. As he answers the call, he holds the contraption out at an arm’s length so that everyone present can see. So that nobody present can go unseen.

There, on the black and white screen, is Artie’s face, barely visible through the distortion of a weak analog signal.

Artie: Date night’s over. We have a ping. And lucky for our budget, the artifact just happens to be at the movie theater, mere steps from where you four currently stand.

Everyone begins protesting all at once.

Artie: Oh. I see. You all seem to be very deeply confused about what is happening here. This isn’t an offer, I am not taking volunteers. It is an assignment.

Everyone groans.

Artie: I’m emailing the details this very moment. The faster you get to work, the sooner you’ll be able to enjoy the rest of your evening.

Myka: Artie, Helena and I are still in the middle of our—

Artie: And oh look, “Ping” and “Artie Cancels Date Night” makes BINGO for me.

More protests.

Artie: GET TO WORK!

The Farnsworth screen goes dark.

Pete: Did he just—

Claudia: Holy shit, we just got double crossed by a crook boss.

Pete: But how did he get—

Helena: I am begging you to add “H.G. Murders Artie" to the BINGO card. I can guarantee that square will win at least once.

Pete: And how would he even know…?

Myka: Hurricane season, here we come.

The End.

[skellizo]

“This stupid Bingo card makes no sense”

aka me, googling the rules for Bingo to deliver tin foil head level theories that probably are just me reaching but honestly this show has made me think anything is possible :D

GET ON YOUR TIN FOIL ATS GUYS BECAUSE DAMN IT I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT I AM DOING

Anyway so I googled some bingocard rules and some dates that may be connected to Moon Knight.

So the numbers marked are: B 83, I 23 und 28, N 86, G 35 & 65 und O 67, 55 und 11

In the tweet Marvel mentioned B 22

My main theories/observations are that

Someone who has no idea there are rules to what a Bingo cards numbers must be created this card, be it in universe or irl. The numbers most often either shouldn’t be under that letter or overall on a 5x5 Bingo Card. For example unde rthe letter B are only the numbers from 1-15 allowed, here we have 54, 90, 38, 83 and 31

This card is kind of like a mix up between the more commonly associated with the US version (the 5x5 layout with the free spot in the middle) and the commonly with england associated version (the numbers go from 1-90) which could be a coincidence or you know a hint towards Marc and Steven

The numbers marked relate to no major Moon Knight date or number be it in universe (at the moment) or irl (like the year number he appeared in etc.)

The 22 is not the beginning of a phone number. I checked egypts especially but there’s is just 20

Just remembered there is a scene in which Marc or Steven falls backwards into water and the card looks like the ink is a bit watery. This could all connect to the whole hospital scene as well….idk

Below read more is just everything more in detail and also some rules I found online regarding Bingo Cards

After a quick google search here is a short assessment on my 5 minute crash course I just had on Bingo:

This version is as quite a few people have pointed out, not possible like that. The card is a 5x5 (aka the american version). This type of card only has numbers from 1-75

The placement of the numbers is also wrong for example in column B there is no possibility for there to stand 54, 90, 38, 83 and 31. In column B are only numbers from 1-15 allowed

This “mistake” on the placement of numbers is also to be found under I (2 & 32), N (All four numbers), G (35, 26, 78 & 65) and O (89, 16, 55 & 11)

This leads me to my first theory: Whoever designed this Bingo Card has not read the rules of Bingo, be it in Universe or in real life

Another theory/observation is that this kinda seems like a mix between the more commonly with america associated version (5x5) and the english one (Numbers up to 90) which you could bring in connection to Marc and Steven but at the moment I think I am kinda reaching with this one

Next some important dates regarding Moon Knight (both irl and in universe):

So first I checked the obvious irl dates off: Year of first appearance, first own issue, some appearances in crossovers that he was important in

Only connections I was able to make was Moon Knight appearing in the Hulk! magazine issue 11 and in an issue in 2018 following the Lemire Smallwood run there is a character referred to Patient 86 who works together with Bushman and becomes the avatar of Ra

Then I checked for the very few Moon Knight related in universe dates we have (aka 2 if we can even count them)

Those are Marcs birth year which is presumably 1987 if to trust his passport and Laylas 1994 (if to trust her passport) both give us no collection

But fear not because This just means those numbers have no connection to years that we already know about. They could still represent days, years or maybe a phone number or soemthing

Ok so rules I got after google:

There are multiple version some with numbers from 1-75 or 1-90

Normally you win with 5 in a diagonal, horizontal or vertical line

BUT under special rules a win zone can also be the corners or if the Stamps make a certain shape like a letter

Three rounds, to win in the first you need simply a single row, for round 2 you also need 2, third you need every single space filled

Back to the numbers for a 75 round column B has numbers only from 1-15, I from 16-30, N 31-45, G 46-60 and O 61-75

90 Ball Bingo has 3 rows and 8 columns. The numbers go up in their amount in every collumn but there can also be empty spaces. This type has also 3 rounds with one, two and all three winning rows

Then there is a bunch of online type of Bingos

The 75 variant is more known as being an american variant, while the 90 one is often seen as an english version

[pars-ley]

Try again

Pairing: Hoseok x Female reader

Summary: When your job lands you at one of the most famous Fashion shows in Paris, the last thing you expect is to run into an ex - the current most sought after model in the industry.

Genre: Exes to lovers / Smut / Fluff

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Warnings: Model Hoseok / Dior Hoseok / Unprotected sex (you know the dealio, wrap it when you tap it) / Ever so slight exhibitionism / Nipple play /

Word Count: 2.3k

Beta: @birbdae​ thank you for looking over it twice because I’m so extra (sorry) and thank you for all your help.

Notes: This is for my secret santa project with @thebtswritersclub​ for @yutasgalaxy​ really hope you enjoy! And I also used my square “Jung Hoseok” from my summer bingo card for the @bangtanwritingbingo​ event.

Taglist: @mwitsmejk​ @vantxx95​

The lights go dim and excitement blossoms like spring in your stomach as your eyes remain trained on the runway. Phone at the ready to take notes for this month's fashion article you are in charge of. 

The first model comes out and cameras flash wildly, illuminating the outfit. You scribble away rapidly recounting everything to write up later.

Dior's highly anticipated fashion show, one you had been eagerly counting down the days till. Flying out to Paris was the perfect opportunity for you to mark one destination off your travel list and you have not been disappointed at all. From the architecture to the food, you are undeniably impressed and living one of your ultimate dreams.

It's time for the most awaited outfit yet, everyone was on the edge of their seat poised. You look over at your photographer, he's in position and eager, looking ready to spring.

The lighting and music changes and out walks the model all in black. That's all the detail you notice as your heart stutters and stomach flips as your eyes shift rapidly to his face. 

Jung Hoseok. How did you not know he would be here? 

The cameras flash even more wildly, every photographer wanting to get the best pic of the most sought after model on this runway. Your hand however hovers over your phone, unable to scribble away like you were previously, too distracted by his general presence.

Swallowing the panic you feel rising into your throat you glance at your photographer, his eyes are already on you, pity creasing his brow but a message in his eyes that says "Focus on your job and get it together."

You take a deep breath and compose yourself, making notes on the outfit and nothing more. As soon as your eyes hit the harness stretched across his broad chest however, your legs squeeze together tightly, as not only do previous nights of passion flicker behind your eyelids but the temptation for one last night with him is almost too great to bear.

As you watch him strut down the runway, face impassive and professional, your heart pulls in a thousand directions. Memories of the few years spent together cloud your mind, taking you to another lifetime when he was yours and you were his - before fame, before everything.

You pinch the bridge of your nose hard, willing yourself to focus as you type wildly away on your phone, trying to stay focused.

The show ends a short while after your blast from the past's appearance and all you can think of is getting as far away from him as fast as you can. Before all your hard work of burying your feelings in an attempt to get over him is ruined by your self restraint.

As you head for the exit, a hand lightly grabs your arm. Turning you see a pretty young woman, a badge around her neck and a kind smile on her face, handing you an envelope.

"It's from Hoseok. He asked if I could make sure you get it." She said next to your ear so you could hear over the chatter of the other attendees.

You nod and mechanically take it. She's off through the crowd before you even get a chance to say thank you.

You head to the exit in a daze, clutching the envelope like it holds the answers to life's questions. As soon as you're out in the cool evening air you take yourself off around the corner of the building away from the scattering crowds. Your fingers fumble as you frantically rip at the envelope and open the piece of paper inside, instantly recognising his elegant hand.

Many love letters he would write to you with poetic words scrawled across the page, each sentence a meaningful lyric coming alive as your eyes danced across them with a barrier of tears waiting to fall. Those words tucked away in a box hidden deep in your wardrobe for those moments you wish to relive how he once felt about you.

You read and re-read the note, double checking the words are correct.

"I saw you as you came in, I always had the ability to find you in a crowded room and apparently that hasn't changed. 

I can't believe you're here. Please. Please, meet me at Guy Savoy at 7 o'clock tonight. I would love to see you and speak to you properly. I will book a table under my name. I really hope you show, you have no idea how much I've missed you."

That last line did things to your insides you weren't expecting. Your chest felt full and ready to burst open, love bleeding out of a fresh cut. Maybe you should just go back to your hotel and order room service, or go out for dinner with your photographer seeing as you were both here alone.

But you knew, even as you thought it, you knew you couldn't. You knew you had no intention of doing either. 

Folding up the note and shoving it in your pocket and went in search of your colleague to tell him you wouldn't be travelling back to the hotel with him. He wished you luck, even if there was a hint of apprehension in his tone, you ignored it and took a cab to the restaurant.

Sitting there waiting, your nerves were at their peak. You had chewed the skin along your fingernails until they were sore and you had now resorted to folding your napkin to make different origami shapes. Just as you didn't think your heart could take anymore, you picked up your bag but as you were about to stand and run away, you saw him. Walking towards you, shades on and the most familiar beaming grin that had always made your stomach flip. You couldn't help the pull of your lips, mirroring the same smile he wore.

He breezed up to you and wrapped you in his muscular arms, like a whirlwind his scent intoxicated you and jumbled your mind even further.

"You are a serious sight for sore eyes." he whispers in your ear before pulling away and pushing in your chair as you sit down in a daze.

"You're around gorgeous models all day, I doubt that." you reply, attempting to hide your blush.

He removes his shades and places them on the table, before pushing his fingers roughly through his hair. "Believe me, it’s not as glamorous as people think.”

There’s an awkward silence that falls on your table, with sly, shy glances from you both. 

“How’s it been? Your career I mean.” you blurt out, desperately trying to ease some tension.

He leans back in his chair and shrugs. “I can’t complain, at all. It’s going better than I could have dreamed.”

You nod, taking in how nonchalant he’s being. “I have to admit, I’ve been keeping track.”

“Of me?” he asks, shocked.

“Your career.”

“Really? I’m flattered.” his lips stretch into a toothy grin as a faint scarlet hue spreads across his cheeks.

“You should be very proud of yourself. You’ve accomplished so much, there’s no limit on how far you can go.” you find yourself saying all of this without meaning to.

He covers his face with his hands. “Ok, I appreciate this, really, coming from you this means so much, but I am more interested to hear about you.” he leans forward and places a hand on top of yours, the action causing your heart to soar. “What’s been happening with you? Are you still in the apartment?”

You nod as you take a sip of the champagne the waiter is pouring. “Yep, can’t bear to leave it, I love it there so much, a lot of memories too.” you add sneakily trying to gage his reaction.

His eyes soften. “Yes, we made a lot there.” his fingers entwine in yours, a movement far too comfortable for how long it’s been. "I miss it," he looks into your eyes so fiercely you're slightly taken aback. "I miss us."

Your heart inflates excitedly in your chest as butterflies swarm inside your stomach. But is this a good idea to rekindle an old flame, maybe there was a reason it was extinguished in the first place.

He senses your hesitation. "Are you with anyone?"

You shake your head. "No, I've dated but nothing serious. What about you?"

He laughs a bitter sound. "Same. I've not found anyone that could match up to you."

You hesitate again. "Hoseok…"

"Listen," he puts a hand up quietening you. "I know it was mostly me who instigated us breaking up in the first place but that is my biggest regret. I never should have let you go." he bites back the emotion in his words and swallows.

"But if you hadn't you wouldn't be where you are today." you add, squeezing his hand still clutching yours.

He makes a disgusted noise at the back of his throat. "I left my dream girl to follow my dreams and let me tell you, it wasn't worth it. If someone asked me to choose, it would be you. every. single. time."

He grabs your chair and slides it along closer to him. He reaches out to cup your face. "Please, let me come back." 

His plea does not fall on deaf ears. Your heart knows the decision it's made but you can't form the words to speak. Your libido overtakes the moment and you grab him by the collar of his shirt and crush your lips against his. The taste of him is so familiar and yet new at the same time. Sweet like butter as your mouths melt together as one. His arm around your waist almost pulling you off your chair makes you break away and giggle. The heat in his eyes is almost overwhelming, all your thoughts are no longer in your head but in your groin. He looks so good staring at you like that, like you are the reason for living, how could you not give into him?

"Come back to my hotel?" you whisper urgently.

He nods, throws some cash down for your ordered drinks, takes your hand and pulls you out through the restaurant. You jog along to keep up with his long legged stride. He flags down a cab and you're into it and moving off swiftly while his hands find you again. They roam your body, finding their way under your shirt and to your nipples. He rolls them gently between his fingers as his lips attach themselves to your neck.

His hand glides slowly along your thigh, up your skirt and just when he's about to reach the most desired area the cab stops abruptly, letting you know you've arrived. You groan with frustration but jump out, pulling him into your hotel and leading him up to the room. Your heart pounding so loud in your ears you can't think of anything, nothing but the taste of his lips or the feel of his skin under your fingertips and god, did you want to feel more. 

As soon as your door is unlocked you're on each other. Clothes can't come off fast enough and as they leave a messy path like a trail of breadcrumbs leading towards the bed. 

"God, I have missed you." he says as he glances down at your body before pulling you flush against him.

There's no time for sly touches or exploring, you're both too desperate to feel each other.

Your bare, naked flesh moulds easily together as he enters you, both of your moans echo out across the room. The feeling euphoric as it's what you know and yet what you are no longer used to. He moves inside you with a persistent, desperate rhythm as his hips wind in the most perfect way, hitting that sensitive spot every time and making your toes curl in consequence.

He looks down at you, a soft, determined gaze and says breathlessly, "I love you."

His words are your undoing, as you remember the sweet nothings he used to whisper to you while you were making love before. You unravel around him, blinded by pleasure as your back arches underneath him. He's quick to follow you as you feel his warm seed spilling inside you and you watch his face twist in pleasure, his eyes never leaving yours. The moment, so intense, almost too intense you had to look away.

Both of you breathless and riding on your high, lay back on the bed staring up at the ceiling. A thousand thoughts race through your mind as you panic that you've just made a huge mistake. What if his words weren't genuine? What if he leaves...again? What will you do then? You'll have to start over, all your hard work of pushing him aside.

Almost as if he can sense your rising doubt, his fingers entwine with yours, as he turns onto his side to face you, gently twirling a strand of your hair between his digits.

He watches you closely as if searching your thoughts, your eyes so open and vulnerable - letting him right in, wanting him to silence your fears.

He strokes your face and kisses you so softly your lips melt right into him. You want this. You want him. 

"Hey, I'm serious," he leans back, eyes burning into yours. "I want to come home to you. I want our life back, I want you, always."

Your panicking heart is soothed by his words and you relax and lean into his touch, your limbs softening against him.

"Please, can I have another chance?" he asks, so vulnerable and sincere any doubts are washed away in an instant.

"Let's give it a try." you reply.

He almost blinds you with his sunshine smile as he pulls you against him, his lips dancing happily with yours. And you lose yourself in him completely. You are his, utterly and completely. 

[rafael-silva]

in the warmth of your embrace: a tarlos fic

TK goes home to Carlos after a hectic shift, and Carlos takes care of TK in the way the paramedic needs, which partly comes in the form of TK cuddling Carlos and running his fingers through the officer’s soft curls.

for good things happen bingo: tarlos + playing with the other’s hair

emotional hurt/comfort, softness, cuddles, kisses, soft boyfriends, tk and carlos are so in love

2.5k | rated T | on ao3

*****

TK stumbles through the door, dropping his keys into the nearby bowl and lowers his duffel bag to the floor. He toes off his shoes near the entrance, stifling a yawn as he makes his way into the kitchen.

It had been a long, hectic shift, especially for the paramedics. Call after call kept them out of the firehouse for hours, barely even giving them enough time to grab a quick bite in between the radio coming to life with a new call.

He downs half of the cold water he pours into a glass, relishing in the cool liquid running down his dry throat. He loved saving lives, had truly found himself in it, but after exhausting shifts as this one, his knees barely able to carry him anymore, he longed for the moment he gets home to the comfort of his bed, to crawl into the loving and warm arms of his boyfriend.

It was Carlos’s day off, and the officer had spent it running errands and then had lunch at his parents’. Days when both of them aren’t working were a little difficult for them, being apart for many hours. Plus, their schedules haven’t been lining up well lately, making the time apart even harder.

At least when they were both working, Carlos would drop TK off at the firehouse, giving him a chaste kiss and a smile, promising to see him at home. TK returns the smile, reciprocating the promise and with one more echoed between them of please stay safe, they part ways, the knowledge that there are chances of them seeing either other sooner than that on calls bubbling in their stomachs.

But on days when one of them is off work, they try to spend as much lazy time in bed before one of them has to get ready to leave, exchanging sleepy smiles and kisses, mumbled good mornings and stealing some more cuddles under the soft sun rays shinning in through the curtains.

Eventually, though, the love spell has to inevitably be broken when the snoozed alarm rings. With a heavy sigh, one of them gets up, the other watching him with half lidded eyes, still sleepy around the edges. With a series of kisses from the forehead down to the lips, a goodbye is said, both already longing for each other after the first moment of separation.

The excitement at seeing Carlos simmers under TK’s skin, overriding his exhaustion as he climbs the stairs to their bedroom. The house is quiet, and he momentarily thinks Carlos might have fallen asleep, but he soon spots the soft yellow glow originating from the room and knows the officer is most likely still awake.

His gut is proven right when he stops in the doorframe, his eyes landing on Carlos. Carlos is sitting up in their bed, back against the headboard, wearing sweats and one of his old police academy t-shirts. His knee is pulled up towards his chest, an open book resting on his thigh, one TK recognizes is always on Carlos’s nightstand.

But that’s not what really captures TK’s attention, it’s Carlos’s eyeglasses sitting on the bridge of his nose and his loose curls hanging over his forehead that catch the paramedic’s eyes and they linger there.

He leans against the doorframe, arms going to cross over his chest as he watches his boyfriend, a smile spreading on his face. And by the way his curls run wild and free, TK can tell Carlos had just gotten out of the shower.

Carlos is so immersed in the reading material, TK can tell by the slight crease in his eyebrows, but he immediately senses TK’s arrival and presence by the door. There’s always been a tug between them, an invisible string connecting them. They always gravitate towards each other, even in their sleep, their connection cosmic and powerful.

Carlos looks up from his book and a blinding smile takes over his face, reaching his glittering brown eyes.

“Hey, babe,” Carlos greets. “How long have you been standing there?”

“A minute or so,” TK replies as he steps into the bedroom, walking over to Carlos. “I love watching you read, you know that.”

“Mhm,” Carlos nods, a light blush painting his cheeks as he gently cups TK’s face and returns the kiss TK leans in for.

TK sighs happily, allowing himself to feel all of Carlos and to melt against him.

“Welcome home,” Carlos whispers into the small space between them when they separate.

“It’s good to be home,” TK whispers back, leaning into Carlos’s touch and goes in for another soft kiss, resting his hands against the mattress on either side of Carlos to balance himself.

“How was your day?” Carlos asks, watching TK move over to the closet to get changed out of his uniform.

“It was alright, hectic and super busy though,” TK replies as he tugs his shirt out of his pants and starts to unbutton it.

Carlos marks the page and closes the book, returning it to the nightstand. He then goes to remove his round eyeglasses but stops when TK speaks.

“Oh, no, that stays on,” TK smirks.

An eyebrow travels up Carlos’s forehead behind his glasses. “Oh?”

TK shrugs and bites down on his lower lip, his cheeks turning pink. “I like it, you should wear it more often.”

Carlos adjusts the transparent frame as he chuckles.

TK gets on the bed, a knee supporting his body as he leans over to plant a kiss to Carlos’s cheek. “It’s sexy,” he whispers. “And cute.”

“As long as it ticks both those boxes,” Carlos winks.

“Oh, it definitely does,” TK confirms with a wiggle of his eyebrows as he continues to change into something more comfortable. “And I see you’ve finally gotten around to continue it,” he gestures to the now closed book.

Carlos nods. “I had to reread a couple of chapters to get back on track but it’s good, and there was some free time after coming home from my parents’ to really get back into it.”

“Yeah, I would imagine you’d have to do that after months of not having time to read. And how was lunch?” TK asks, slipping an old NYFD t-shirt on and then sweats.

“It was lovely,” Carlos smiles. “Mom and dad really missed you there, though. Made me promise  to bring you over for another lunch as soon as possible.”

“I really wish I could have been there,” TK sighs, plugging his phone into the charger. “And here’s hoping our schedules line up better next week so we can do that.”

“Amen,” Carlos agrees. “Come here,” he lifts and opens his arm in TK’s direction. “You’re exhausted,” he adds, noticing his boyfriend is mere seconds away from toppling over.

TK nods, going to remove the duvet on his side and flicking it near the foot of the bed and gets in. The feeling of the soft mattress underneath his spent body is heavenly, but it’s nothing compared to the true comfort he feels as he rests in Carlos’s arm and tucks his face into the officer’s neck.

“I got you,” Carlos reassures, his arm going around TK’s shoulder and pulling him against him even more.

“You always do,” TK replies, brushing a kiss to the exposed skin of Carlos’s neck. “I missed you today.”

“I missed you, too, baby,” Carlos responds and presses a kiss to the top of TK’s head. “Texting will never be the same as seeing you on one of those calls.”

“Yeah,” TK agrees. “And we didn’t do much of that either thanks to the never-ending calls we got.”

“You saved lives, and I’m so proud of you, babe,” Carlos expresses, his voice coated with so much love and admiration for the younger man.

TK replies with another kiss to Carlos’s neck. “I never would have been able to make the change to paramedic without you. You guided me and supported me, your words gave me the final push I needed and your encouragement every day means more than words can express.”

“I’ve got your back, Ty, always,” Carlos vows.

“And I’ve got yours,” TK vows back.

“Is there anything you need?” Carlos asks, his hand moving up and down TK’s arms in the way he knows calms TK.

“Just this. Just you, ‘Los, you’re all I need,” TK replies with a smile.

“You’ve got me,” Carlos says and the kiss he gives TK this time is brushed against his temple.

TK nuzzles closer to Carlos, almost like he wants to disappear into his boyfriend and Carlos understands. On days like these, days that take a big toll on TK, TK is often in need of anchoring and grounding, and Carlos has learned over the months of their relationship that taking care of TK in the aftermath of said days takes on many forms. The officer has also gotten pretty good at knowing how to offer the comfort TK needs without TK having to ask for it.

He would have run a bath for TK and guided him to the bathroom when he returned home, knowing that the warm water and feeling Carlos’s touch would help TK, but after seeing just how tired TK was and how TK so eagerly gravitates towards him, Carlos knows exactly what TK needs.

TK needs to feel Carlos under his touch, to hold him close, to melt into him.

Knowing this in his heart, Carlos shifts, and TK lets out a disapproving noise at the movement.

“Trust me,” Carlos says, slightly pulling back from TK.

TK frowns as they separate, not yet catching up to what Carlos is doing. He realizes Carlos’s plan when the cop positions his body in front of TK’s, his back now to TK’s chest and TK wastes no time in wrapping his arms around Carlos and pulling him close. It’s almost an automatic response, TK needing to be close to his boyfriend.

TK, now holding Carlos, drops a kiss to the back of the officer’s head while running the pads of his fingers over Carlos’s clothed stomach.

Their breathing syncs, slow and steady as Carlos’s hand goes to cover TK’s and he intertwines their fingers together.

TK’s other hand then moves to Carlos’s head and he begins carding his fingers through the soft curls there, Carlos humming in approval as TK weaves through the strands.

TK smiles when Carlos leans into his touch, knowing how much Carlos loves this and how it relaxes him. More than once, Carlos had fallen asleep while TK ran his fingers through his hair as they cuddled in front of the television.

“I love your curls like this,” TK’s voice breaks the comfortable silence that had fallen over them.

He twirls a curl around his finger, watching it scrunch back into place when he lets it go.

“I appreciate your days off because you don’t gel up your hair,” TK continues.

“Oh, is that the only reason you appreciate my days off?” Carlos asks, and TK can pretty much hear the smirk in his voice.

TK chuckles, the vibrations reaching Carlos’s body through their connection, making him smile.

“Not the only reason,” TK replies. “Your cooking is another reason I highly appreciate your days off.”

It’s Carlos’s turn to chuckle, nodding.

“But it doesn’t compare to our mutual days off and all the free time we get…” TK trails off, his voice suggestive and low against Carlos’s ear.

“Mhm,” Carlos agrees in a heartbeat. “Can’t wait for more days off together.”

Carlos lifts their connected hands and brushes a kiss to TK’s knuckles, TK squeezing Carlos’s hand in response. The tension eases and seeps from TK’s body and peace falls upon the couple.

“Feeling better, baby?” Carlos asks.

“Yeah,” TK nods, further anchoring himself through holding Carlos.

Carlos smiles and leans back against TK some more, knowing it’s helping TK.

He doesn’t exactly know what had happened during TK’s shift, if he had a rough call or something of the sort, but Carlos doesn’t push, also knowing that TK might shut down if he isn’t ready to talk about it yet.

Over the course of their relationship, Carlos had learned to give TK some space, that that was the best way to get TK to open up. The months of their relationship have helped Carlos know the difference between TK’s silences, being able to differentiate between those moments when TK is spiraling and needs a hand, and the ones where he’s composing his thoughts and processing his emotions.

There’s subtle differences between those silences, in TK’s demeanor and even engraved in his expressions. And Carlos has learned to tell the difference.

It wasn’t easy at first, his instinct to help TK and to be there for him overriding what he knew was true. Time had proven fruitful, though, and TK started to open up to Carlos more easily and more frequently. Of course, Carlos knew it was also thanks to their developing relationship and the trust built between them, but he also knew not pushing TK to talk had something to do with it, too.

So as TK runs his fingers through Carlos’s hair, gently massaging his scalp as he goes, Carlos knows TK is collecting his thoughts, figuring out his feelings, before talking to Carlos about it.

TK’s process happens in one of two ways, either he goes on a full rant, letting everything sink in as he speaks, usually while pacing back and forth or in moments like these, quiet moments, where it all happens inside his head and it’s those moments he needs something or someone to hold on to.

And Carlos trusts that TK will come to him when he’s ready.

“Wanna sleep, babe?” Carlos whispers.

“In a bit,” TK replies. “Just wanna stay like this for a little longer.”

Carlos nods as TK’s arm tightens around him and he wiggles against TK’s chest, getting more comfortable.

Carlos can tell TK also needs some more time for his mind to calm, for the racing thoughts to quiet down and he’s willing to stay like this for as long as TK needs.

“Thank you for this, ‘Los,” TK whispers, fingers still combing through Carlos’s curls, grounding them both.

“Always, baby.”

Eventually, TK’s heart rate starts to decrease, Carlos feeling the tranquility against his back and he knows TK will soon fall asleep.

“Come on,” Carlos says as he begins to shift, realizing how tired TK is at the lack of response from the paramedic at the officer’s movement.

TK nods and lets Carlos maneuver him, but he pauses, looking at TK.

“Okay if I take them off now?” Carlos asks, his tone a little teasing as he takes hold of his glasses.

TK nods. “I’d hate for them to break. But keep them close,” he winks.

Carlos chuckles, taking off his glasses and folding the handles, gently placing them on the nightstand near his phone.

Carlos switches off the light and the soft moonlight glow immediately shines into their bedroom. They shuffle in bed for a few moments before settling down, Carlos now holding TK, the gesture offering wordless comfort.

Carlos drapes his arm over TK’s middle, pulling him closer into his chest and then brushes a soft kiss to the side of TK’s neck.

“Get some rest, baby, we’ll deal with everything tomorrow,” Carlos murmurs.

TK lets out a content sigh and in the safety of Carlos’s hold, engulfed in Carlos’s scent and everything that is Carlos, he drifts off.

And wrapped in Carlos’s arms, TK is truly home.

(Carlos wearing eyeglasses was inspired by the photo Rafa posted on his Instagram story a while back!)

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 292: You Say Jeans

Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi was all “well anyway here’s that Touya reveal I foreshadowed like a million years ago, viva la 2020.” Dabi was all “hello world, I’ve killed 30 people and today I’m going to explain to you all why” before he proceeded to explain ABSOLUTELY NOTHING but everyone was so distracted by his tale of child abuse and hero conspiracies that they didn’t much seem to notice. Can’t Ya See-Kun’s Shark Friend was all “IS THIS THE END OF HERO SOCIETY AS WE KNOW IT”, and Horikoshi was all “STAY TUNED”, and then Dabi set himself on fire and leaped off of Machia’s back like the chaotic evil, I-just-bleached-all-my-brain-cells weird little fire man he is, ready to burn everyone to crispy bits before they could even react properly to his whole big revenge speech. Fortunately he did not succeed on account of THE RETURN OF THE JING, THE JOAT, BEST FUCKING JEANIST, back from the dead by popular demand in what critics are calling “the best fucking comeback since Jesus himself.”

Today on BnHA: Best Jeanist snatches up Machia and the rest of the League with his fiber steel cables before you can say “more like BEAST JEANIST amirite.” Dabi gets all worked up and lights Hadou on fire which is a real JERK MOVE, and is all “THIS RIGHT HERE IS ALSO ENDEAVOR’S FAULT”, which, NOT SUPER CONVINCED ON THAT, BUT OKAY. Anyway so then he burns up all the cables holding him which is crazeballs btw, and then he and Shouto start fighting, and so basically the whole thing is a literal hot mess and we’ll see how that goes. Meanwhile Tomura wakes up and summons some Noumus, and poor Jeanist has to deal with those on top of the still-attempting-to-rampage Gigantomachia, and everyone else is all “we can’t help you on account of we’re all half dead”, and so it’s looking really bad. And then -- and I can’t stress enough how much I don’t even have the faintest idea how to segue into this next part -- the chapter ends with Mirio!?! just sort of POPPING UP OUT OF THE GROUND all, “SURPRISE, BITCH”, and it literally was so surprising that I am still just kind of speechless. WELL-PLAYED, I GUESS, lol wtf.

lol okay so the first page in the RHA scan is just the “three musketeers” movie promo image that we all already saw a few days ago. but it does confirm that (a) it is indeed a movie, and (b) that it’s set for a summer 2021 release! how exciting

okay so now back to our special Dabi edition of Making a Murderer

“ray of hope” oh hell yes. SAVE US MR. JEANIST

I guess he had a TV in his private hero jet or something?

gotta say, “dammit Dabi” does not even remotely sound like Authentic Best Jeanist Dialogue to me though. gonna need Caleb to see to this. well but what do you guys think? does Best Jeanist curse?? I personally feel like he’s one of those guys who NEVER EVER swears no matter what, except under the most hilariously trifling circumstances. like he’s eating an avocado one day and he accidentally stains the cuffs of his beloved jostume green and he’s all “FUCK”

btw how fucking rich is Best Jeanist though that he has his own fucking plane? the thought just suddenly occurred to me, you know? like even Endeavor, whose agency has its own on-site luxury apartment suites for all of his interns, still drives around in a dinky little car that Bakugou has declared to be too small. which, I guess we know why he felt that way now, seeing as the guy he previously interned with apparently gets around in Jeans Force One

anyway so back to the part where Jeanist shows up to save the day!! YEAH JEANIST WOOOOO

ILU JEANIST YOU REALLY ARE THE BEST!! HUGS AND KISSES!!!

lmao we just saw Gigantomachia take out like a hundred guys not ten chapters ago. and Best Jeanist shows up and takes him down in like two seconds. HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES LEAGUE OF VILLAINS. BET YOU’RE WISHING YOU’D TAKEN HIS QUIRK NOW, AFO. GET FUCKED YOU OLD SPUD

KACCHAN IS SO HAPPY TO SEE HIM AWW

SIDE NOTE, IIDA, YOU AND I ARE GONNA HAVE WORDS LATER ABOUT YOU ACTUALLY AGREEING TO PUT HIM BACK DOWN. YOU DO UNDERSTAND THAT THIS CHILD IS STILL DRIPPING BLOOD ALL OVER THE PLACE FROM HIS MULTIPLE STAB WOUNDS, RIGHT? WAY TO ASSERT YOUR AUTHORITY THERE. I THOUGHT YOU WERE THE CLASS PRESIDENT NOT THE CLASS CLOWN, COME ON NOW

LMAO DABI IS FRANTICALLY TRYING TO DO THE PLOT MATH

SHOULDA CHECKED MORE CLOSELY MY GOOD MARK. LOOKS LIKE YOU MISSED THE “MADE IN CHINA” STICKER ON THE BOTTOM. YOU HAVE BEEN BAMBOOZLED. OR ACTUALLY, I GUESS THE MORE ACCURATE WORD HERE IS JAMBOOZLED, AHAHAHAHA. JEANS

HOLY SHIT DABI

I legit almost thought that was Tomura for a second. you two look so alike now with the white hair and the crazy eyes

meanwhile, Shouto is still crying and it’s a lot to take, you guys. lotta feels

ffff come on Jeanist you better do something awesome again here, the mood of the chapter is starting to slip now

YES, GOOD, THAT’LL WORK

WELL YOU TELL ME, SPINNER. I GUESS THAT MEANS BEST JEANIST IS OFFICIALLY THE STRONGEST CHARACTER IN THE SERIES NOW. SORRY I DON’T MAKE THE RULES

ffff now Spinner is trying to wake Tomura back up. nah, how’s about we not do that

OH MY GOD HADOU YESSSS

MY GIRL OUT HERE WITH THE “NO THANK YOU” BOUT TO CURBSTOMP THE BIG BAD WITH HER QUIRK KSFHLKLK WHO HERE HAD “HADOU SAVES THE DAY” ON YOUR WAR ARC BINGO CARDS, YOU LOVE TO SEE IT!!

HEY!!!!

fucking son of a... fffkfkff... someone please reassure me that fire isn’t Hadou’s weakness. someone. anyone. also could someone please dial an ambulance and send them to Horikoshi’s house. but not just yet. first I’m gonna need you to wait about fifteen minutes or so while I take care of some things

well all right then, Dabi. so you wanna go on then and explain to us all how this, too, is somehow Endeavor’s fault?

oh I see, you’ve decided that since he’s responsible for “creating” you, everyone you hurt and kill is in truth really being hurt and killed by him! well now, that sure is convenient as fuck I guess

(ETA: that’s a nice effect with the panel sides getting all warped by Dabi’s quirk though, just noticed that.)

amazing how quickly you used up that sympathy card my guy. Shouto please kick his ass, I’m fucking done lol, you can all sort out the rest in therapy later

CAN SOMEONE PLEASE DIAL BACK DEKU’S EMPATHY STATS JUST A LITTLE BIT, HOLY --

“TODOROKI-KUN IS HURT THE MOST”, HE SAYS, WITH HIS ARM BONES SHATTERED INTO LITTLE TOOTHPICK-SIZED PIECES. I MEAN, HE’S PROBABLY TALKING MORE ABOUT MENTAL ANGUISH GIVEN THE CONTEXT HERE, BUT STILL. THAT’S ENOUGH HEROICS FROM YOU ALREADY FOR ONE DAY

NOOO JEANIST

LOTS OF SMOKE IN THE AIR RIGHT ABOUT NOW AND MY BOY’S STILL DOWN A LUNG. GOD DAMMIT

“if the number one suffers a total loss here, this country will fall to pieces” well okay, real talk though, I think the “country falling to pieces” part is pretty much unavoidable at this juncture. you all are just gonna have to try your best to pick up those pieces after the fact and see what you can do with them. if I were you I’d be less worried about the number one’s reputation and more concerned with the half-dozen child soldier interns who are still on the field and very much at risk of being burned to death should you suffer that “total loss.” please try to keep it together here for them

OH FOR FUCK’S

I really thought RockLockRock was gonna come into play here. USE YOUR QUIRK TO LOCK THE ROPES IN PLACE YOU DIP!! if he seriously just sits there and does nothing when his quirk could be the deciding factor I am cancelling his useless ass cute kid or no cute kid shfkjdls

(ETA: is he even there?? did he and Manual just hightail it out of there?? “well good luck, children.”)

also, we’ll put this aside for now to perhaps speculate about later, but what’s with Tomura remembering his dad’s house yet again in that far right panel?? and being itchy again?? I still have yet to fully work out the psychological mechanisms at work as far as his itchiness goes, so I’ll admit this is intriguing to me. it seemed like it was connected to his decay quirk, but then why is it acting up again now. what is this lol

yuh oh

forgot about these guys. looks like these heroes aren’t having such a fun time

oh fucksticks

excuse me ma’am but I don’t like this. you do know that my kids are all there, right. all burnt and impaled and broken-boned and the like. well except for Iida. he’s fine still. BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN I FEEL LIKE WATCHING HIM GET TORN APART BY FOUR HIGH ENDS, WTF

HORIKOSHI YOU MOTHERFUCKER I SWEAR TO GOD

god fucking... okay look. Horikoshi. you win, okay!? congratulations, you win, this is your show and we’re all just sitting here at your mercy. fine. go ahead and just kill off everyone ever, then!! what am I even gonna do about it. stop reading?? fuck

this whole thing really went from zero to fucked before I could even blink huh. I really thought this was gonna be a turning point chapter for the heroes. shows what I know I guess??

meanwhile this motherfucker is just SCREAMING

ngl, if I wasn’t currently terrified on account of things suddenly taking such a drastic turn for the worse, this would be the coolest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Jeanist my man, I hype you up like it’s my job because you are the greatest fucking meme character in the history of time, but make no mistake, you are also highkey WORTH ALL THE HYPE AND THEN SOME

seriously, though. don’t fucking mind him you guys, he’s just standing here in the coolest pose of all time taking on Gigantomachia all alone with one fucking lung because the substance pumping through his veins is COLD-BLOODED LIQUID DENIM, and DENIM FEELS NO FEAR

Best Jeanist really needs to get his own theme song. -- oh my god I just finally thought of a title for this post. lmao and it’s the dumbest thing. omg

MEANWHILE THE TODOROKI BROS ARE OFF IN THEIR OWN DRAMATIC LITTLE FIRE WORLD

which one do you think is the Mario and which is the Luigi. well, but I mean, Dabi clearly thinks that he’s the Luigi though and that’s why he’s so mad. nobody wants to be Luigi. what a life

THAT’S IT, SHOUTO!! POINT OUT ALL OF HIS HYPOCRITICAL BULLSHIT, I WANT ANSWERS

JUST TO CLARIFY, IT’S THAT NATSU, NOT SOME OTHER NATSU!! SO WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF!!

OH, WELL IN THAT CASE

BUT OF COURSE. THAT WOULD MAKE IT ALL WORTHWHILE, holy shit. okay I’m just gonna go ahead and say it, Dabi is a piece of work. I really thought this arc would make him more sympathetic at long last, but it seems like it’s doing just the opposite?? this is like an anti-redemption arc. I don’t relish the thought of venturing into the fandom tags once I finish reading this lol

(ETA: well folks, I’ve done it. and actually it was pretty interesting because there are apparently like ten different things that people are mad about, and so it’s like. each post is a new adventure lmao.)

so Shouto is all “BRUH HAVE YOU COMPLETELY LOST IT” and Dabi is all “YES”, basically? like, he says he’s completely lost his feeling for anything. omg. but you were so sweet. how does that even happen

“finally I can kill you” okay for real what the heck is your damage bro?? can we not. I like Shouto just the way he is, un-killed

oh shit and now the Noumus are here

cue Bakugou diving in to save his mentor, STAB WOUNDS BE DAMNED!! actually it would make more sense for it to be Iida, but if Kacchan is really fixin’ to go full Shounen Dumbass here then he might as well go all out, y’know

-- unless of course, Deku decides to activate another quirk??

“last I checked, the main character of this series was still me” OH? WELL I SUPPOSE THAT IS TRUE, SO PRAY TELL, WHAT HAVE YOU GOT LEFT UP YOUR SLEEVE YOU SUICIDAL BRUSSELS SPROUT

fucking love how he’s all “HAHAHA WITH MY NEW QUIRKS I CAN STILL DO STUPID SHIT EVEN WITH MY ARMS AND LEGS GROUND TO A FINE POWDER” btw. what can I say. Deku gonna Deku

FMMFHDKUHK W H A T

HOLY SHIT. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. WHAT THE WHAT. QUE THE FUCK

(ETA: okay look, all the love in the world to the brave scanlators who take time out of their lives to translate the leaks every week just so we can read the chapter a couple of days early like the addicts we are. that said, translating Mirio’s signature “POWER!!” -- which was already written in English in the original scan -- to “POG-CHAMP” is just a whole new level of wtfuckery from them lmao. is the Lida person back at it again?? amazing.)

MIRIO!?!?! SHOWS UP TO SAVE THE DAY?!?! POGS HIMSELF UP OUT THE GROUND TO BEAT THE NOUMUS LIKE IT AIN’T NO THING. JUST LIKE WE ALL PREDICTED!? I’M SORRY, DID YOU NOT SEE THAT COMING?? YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOUR DAILY HOROSCOPE FROM ASTROLOGY DOT COM DIDN’T HAVE THAT ONE IN THE CARDS?? WAS IT NOT OBVIOUS?? TODOROKIS PLUS BEST JEANIST EQUALS MIRIO??

hot damn. Tintin really saw the writing on the wall with the impending Dabi Discourse and was all “NOT SO FAST” lmao. “HERE’S A BRAND NEW THING FOR YOU ALL TO DISCOURSE ABOUT” MIRIO YOU WILD CHILD. YOU GLORIOUS THUG

MEANWHILE LET’S NOT FORGET WHAT MIRIO HAVING HIS POWERS BACK ACTUALLY IMPLIES. HOLY SHIT. SUDDENLY WE CUT BACK TO ALL MIGHT’S OFFICE, ALL THE WAY BACK AT UA. ERI BRANDISHES HER TOKOYAMI-GIFTED BUSTER SWORD, A DETERMINED GLEAM IN HER EYE. “I HEARD YOU WERE TRYING TO HAVE A GIRL POWER ARC WITHOUT ME.” OH. MY. GOD

[ladyanaconda]

Helluva Dad Vol. 4: Spring Broken

Bombproof just had to get a cold; it was nothing serious, but he'd need to rest for a few days, meaning that Striker and Jake would have to ride the I.M.P. van to get to work. It might have been a more-or-less intriguing experience if not for the radio music playing at full volume and Blitzo's careless driving. Striker spent most of the ride covering his ears while Jake was peering through the window alongside Millie.

This is why he'd rather ride Bombproof to work.

"Daaad! Can we ride the van with uncle Blitzo more often?!"

"Over my corpse!" Striker shouted over the noise. "Get away from the window, boy! The last thing I want is you losing your head!"

"But it's so fresh out here, dad!"

"Now!"

Jake groaned and went to sit next to his father with an unhappy scowl on his face. "Killjoy."

"Is this your first time riding a van?" Millie asked curiously.

"No, it's my first time riding a van with a crazy driver!" Striker banged on the wall separating the back with the driver's seat. "Hey, Blitz, can't you go any faster?!" he snapped sarcastically.

Jake's face had gained a somewhat greenish hue and his arms were clutching his stomach. "Dad, I think I'm gonna hurl!" he groaned.

"Kiddo, whatever you do, don't hurl on the carpet or Blitzo will deduct it from this month's paycheck! If anything, hurl on Moxxie's fanny pouch!"

"Hey!"

The van making an abrupt turn to get into the parking lot was the last straw for Jake. As he rushed towards the window, the vehicle came to a sudden stop and skidded. Jake would have flown out of the window if Striker hadn't grabbed him by the tail, but the vomit went up to Jake's stomach, all the way to his throat, and flew out of his mouth.

"Are you okay, my boy?" Striker asked, concerned, as he cradled the impling in his arms.

"I hate vans," Jake grumbled, earning a hair ruffling from his father.

"Listen up, you unoriginal pink cum dump! You have three goddamn seconds to get your tampon race car out of my parking spot…!"

Blitzo's voice brought the stunned group out of their daze. Striker stomped out of the van, intending to pummel Blitzo for the awful experience, but stopped in his tracks as he saw the cause of the problem. A pink car had parked on I.M.P.'s only parking spot. And the owner of the car was none other than…

"Oh shit! Verosika!"

The succubus didn't seem to hear him or didn't care. She was seething with rage, her face dripping with vomit. Jake flinched when her eyes fixed on him.

"I should have known you'd be here. I could smell fish for miles, which is odd because I believe the nearest ocean is…" Blitzo fell off the van's cabin, faceplanting on the ground. "Three rings down!"

Verosika outright ignored Blitzo this time and stomped her way towards the van. Jake hid behind his father.

"You little brat-!"

"Whoa, whoa, hold your horses, miss!" Striker stood to his full height. The succubus was taller than him, but he never faltered. "My boy didn't to… Well, throw up in your face."

"You should be grateful! You got a facial treatment for free!" Blitzo sneered. Verosika looked like she'd snap at any moment, but she merely huffed and wiped the vomit from her face with a napkin, which she then threw at Blitzo's face.

"I suppose you're the fella who spawned that brat, am I right?" She asked, uninterested.

"I'm the boy's father, that's right." Striker nodded. Is it just him or is the succubus eyeing him eye to toe behind her sunglasses?

"You ought to teach that little spawn of yours some manners, cowboy." Verosika purred the last word in a seductive manner, running her hand down Striker's chest, leaning a bit too close for his liking.

Thankfully, Blitzo got in between them. "I'm surprised they let your fat ass out of rehab," he growled. "I can see you're still a drunken whore, clutching unto that beelze juice bottle like it's the last cock in Hell!"

"They let me out because I'm still famous, and rehab is for sad, loser wash-ups." Verosika took a sip from her flash, sneering as she wiped some drops left on her lips. "So, your sister says hi." Jake made a 'burned' hiss. Striker gave him a stern frown.

"Why are you parking here?! This is the only parking spot my company has, so take your tampon race car somewhere else!"

"Um, Blitz…" Jake pointed at the ground. I.M.P.'s name was crossed out in purple spray paint while Verosika's was written in cursive letters.

The succubus smirked. "I'm doing a bit of freelance for one of the infinitely more successful companies in the building…"

"Dad, who's that nasty woman?" Jake asked.

Loona gasped as if the impling has just spoken blasphemy. "Wait, you don't know about Verosika Mayday?"

"Not exactly. I mean, I've seen her in dad's porno magazines, but-" Jake quickly covered his mouth, but it was too late. He laughed nervously when his father stared at him in shock. "Just to clarify, dad, I didn't read. I skipped!"

"I'll talk with you about this later." Striker hissed.

Thankfully, an angry yell from Blitzo distracted them from the argument. "I wasted so much time with a bag of holes like that."

"You know Verosika Mayday?!" Loona asked, incredulously.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, her. Yeah, we dated."

"That explains a lot of things." Striker murmured as Millie and Moxxie stepped out of the van.

"Was it before or after she became a pop star?"

"You dated a pop star?!"

Blitzo frowned. "Okay, why are you all acting like that's such a shock?"

"Hello, it's Verosika Mayday?" Loona pointed out.

"It's you?" Jake added dryly.

"I just… Is she blind? Suffering some form of brain damage? I mean, it'd make sense if she had dated Striker."

The cowboy rolled his eyes. "Gee, thank you, Moxxie, but she's not my type."

"Okay, look, you are all making this into a way bigger deal than it needs to be." Blitzo crossed his arms. "I don't pry into your stupid personal lives."

"You do that all the time, sir!"

"Come on, you kinda do that."

"You totally do that."

"Do I have to remind you all the times I've nearly shot you for sneaking into my house at two in the morning?!" Striker snapped.

"So…" Jake grinned mischievously. "What was sex with her like?" He yelped in pain when his father gave him a smack in the back of the head.

*HB*

Jake didn't quite understand what the fuss was about. From what Millie and Loona said, Verosika Mayday was a musical pop star, but dad wouldn't let him listen to her music; when questioned as to why he couldn't, all dad said was that it was for 'adults'.

In the end, Striker managed to distract his son via target practice. Millie would place an apple on her head so Jake could shoot it with the crossbow; Striker was quite surprised that she wasn't frightened in the least.

"Hey, Blitz, what did you do to Verosika Mayday for her to hate your guts like that?" Striker questioned casually.

"It was nothing, really! I merely borrowed her credit card when she was still sleeping and went to Wrath to take horse riding lessons!"

"Well, no wonder she's so mad."

"Hey, you're supposed to be on my side."

Striker shrugged. "Sorry, but you're on your own when it comes to relationships."

The door slammed open, startling Jake into shooting the arrow a few inches down, but Millie caught it with a hand. Moxxie looked disheveled, and his face was covered in lipstick marks. All he said was that he needed to lay down as he dropped to the floor. Millie went to check on him.

"What happened to Moxxie?" Jake asked. Striker shifted uncomfortably.

"Let's say that he received too much love," he murmured.

"But it wasn't from Millie, she's right here."

"Oh, Strikeeer!" Blitzo sang as he leaned in closer to the cowboy with a wide, exaggerated smile. "Do you know what's the best part of being the employee of the month?"

"Let me guess: to do you personal favors so you won't have to face your shitty issues yourself?"

"Bingo! I was wondering if you could use your… natural charm," Blitzo quirked his eyebrows coyly. "To have that bitch give back our parking spot."

Striker dropped Moxxie's cup of coffee. "What?"

"You know, a little bit of sweet-talking, flirting. Maybe some oral sex-"

"I know what you mean, Blitz! What I mean is why me."

"Well, you're a ladies' magnet. I don't think you'd have trouble convincing a drunken slut to give you all of her assets."

Striker wasn't sure of how Blitzo always, always, manages to convince him to do that kind of stuff, but in the end, he agreed to try 'without' having to recur to sex. He didn't need to go far, as the band of succubus had taken the vacant offices right in front of I.M.P. Well, no wonder Blitzo was so mad! Meeting up with your ex and finding out you'd have to be in the same building for a bloody week wasn't pleasant.

Striker took a deep breath and stepped into the room. Apparently, the succubus band was still making fun of Moxxie's probably tiny dick. They went silent as soon as he came in.

"Well, look who it is."

"Greetings, miss Mayday." Striker tipped his hat for the sake of courtesy. "I suppose I don't need to explain why I'm here."

"Want a kiss, cowboy?" one of the incubi got a little too close to his liking, prompting Striker to point the barrel of his pistol right at the demon's face.

"Put a hand on me and I'll put a bullet in-between your eyes." the imp hissed, tail rattling.

"Oh, look! His tail is like a baby rattle!"

"Hey, did that cute little impling come with you? I want to eat him with kisses!"

This time, Striker pulled out his angelic pistol. "Leave the boy out of this," he growled, expression dark. The sight of the weapon scared the succubi into silence, all but one.

"Well, well, you certainly have more balls than the little guy with the bowtie." Verosika purred, hips swaying as she approached him. "Too bad I already got a bodyguard, 'cause you look like you'd be good at that." she gently pushed the barrel of the pistol aside with a finger, leaning dangerously close to Striker's face. "I suppose Blitzo is still throwing a tantrum over the parking spot, right?"

"That's right, ma'am." Striker stepped back warily, putting his pistol away. "Perhaps we could reach an agreement, considering that…"

He's dealt with succubi before, but never in such a personal manner. Not ever since… Striker knew what was happening when he realized he had been cornered against the wall. Verosika's hands lay on his chest as she leaned in close to his face. His tail rattled uncontrollably. His bottom tightened at the she-devil's enticing aura.

"An agreement, you say?"

"Y-Yes…" Striker cursed himself for stuttering.

Verosika pulled him closer by the waist, licking her lips. "You have such alluring eyes, cowboy. Reminds me of an anaconda hypnotizing her prey…" Striker grabbed her wrist before she could reach for the zipper of his pants. Verosika laughed, running her other hand down the line of his neck. "Let me kiss you…"

Her lips were inches away from Striker's when she heard a click and something pressing against her stomach: the blessed pistol, firmly held in the imp's hand.

"Nice try, sugar, but my heart already belongs to someone else." Striker sneered. Impressed, Verosika stepped back, smirking.

"Not bad, cowboy. Not everyone can resist my charms. Just for that, I'm offering you a deal."

"A deal?"

"A demon duel. I bet you and Vlitzo's sorry company can't off as many people as we can fuck by the end of the day. If you win, I'll return your parking spot. If I win," Verosika whispered into Striker's ear. Whatever she told him sent shivers down his spine.

Reluctantly, Striker looked up at the succubus, fists clenched. "Game on, bitch."

*HB*

"Alright, shut your assholes, here's how we're going to do this shit. First, we find a fuck ton of clients, we portal up, we have our fun murder time as per usual, we pill all the bodies into a big fucking canoe…" Striker didn't pay attention to the rest of Blitzo's ranting, instead distracting himself by polishing his angelic rifle. "Do you have any questions?"

Jake raised a hand. "What does orgy mean?"

Striker spat his mouthful of coffee right into Moxxie's face while the others exchanged nervous glances. Blitzo cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Let's say it's something you aren't supposed to know about for at least ten years. Now-"

"Where did you learn that word?!" Striker all but yelled, grabbing the impling by the shoulders.

"One of Verosika Mayday's songs is called 'Orgy' and I got curious."

"And where did you hear the song?"

"Loona was listening to it." Striker glared at the hellhound, but she merely shrugged.

"What? It's just a song. By the way, think I can come with you guys this time?"

"Absolutely not," Blitzo said, crossing his arms disapprovingly. "I forbid it. Not gonna happen. Sorry, sweetie. Spring break is no place for vulnerable goth girls. You know the kind of freaks yup there who'd drool all over you!"

"Well, I can blend in with humans easily enough. Just let me tag along."

Blitzo blinked. "Wait, say that again?"

"I can blend in…?"

"Do you have a human disguise?" Millie inquired.

"Yeah. Don't you?" Loona widened her eyes in realization. "Wait, you five have been screwing around on Earth this whole fucking time without human disguises?!"

"What if we did?" Jake asked.

"Let's say it's against the rules to be seen by humans in our real forms."

"Okay, new plan!" Blitzo made a new, crudely-made scribble. "Loonie can help lure the humans to us and we'll take care of the rest. Okay, how about that?"

"Flawless logic."

"There's one little detail. We need enough client killing demands to win this bet so I won't have to-" Striker trailed off as he recalled that Jake was listening. He cleared his throat. "How will we get so many clients in such little time?"

Blitzo grinned. "I got that covered, Strike."

*HB*

Basically, Loona just lured the people on the list to a secluded spot so they could kill them without anyone noticing. Jake still couldn't believe how hot Loona looked in human form.

Jake was sure that something was bothering his father. Ever since he returned from talking with Miss Mayday, Dad acted a bit… edgier than usual. He didn't tease Moxxie as often and focused more on killing the targets. But what gave him away was the fact that he was using the blessing-tipped rifle rather than the regular one. He only uses it when there's something on his mind.

By evening, they had killed twelve people, two offed by Jake with a broken bottle.

"That's twelve kills in the back!" Blitzo laughed as they continued to put the bodies into bags. "I'd like to see that waily snatch orgasm that many…"

"All right, spring breakers! Ya'll ready to get fucked up and make some bitchin' bad choices?!"

The group glanced in the direction of the nearby stage adorned in black and pink just as Verosika stepped out of the smoke in her own human disguise. All the humans on the beach roared in excitement as the concert began. Jake noticed something odd in their behavior. Once Verosika started to sing, they-

Something covered his eyes. "Hey!"

"You're not supposed to watch this, Jakey!" Millie cried out hurriedly. Striker gave her a thankful look.

"Goddammit! That bitch started her goadish mating call! Now she's gonna win all those sex maniacs! We gotta pick things up, guys! He's on the list, Loonie?"

"Huh? Y-Yeah… I-I think so." Striker realized that Loona hadn't even looked at the supposed target. Her attention was focused on Verosika's own hellhound.

"Blitz, I don't think-" Too late. Blitzo had already sliced through the human's skull.

"All right, next one, Loonie, come on." No reply. "Loonie? Wait, where-" Blitzo panicked once he realized Loona was nowhere to be seen. "Where's my baby?!" Striker merely pointed towards Verosika's hellhound. There she was.

"And… We've lost him." Moxxie sighed as Blitzo stomped his way towards the hellhounds.

"Can't blame him. I wouldn't like any guys sniffing 'round my daughter either." Striker murmured. "Anyhow, looks like we'll have to handle the rest of the list."

Millie laughed in excitement. "Hell yeah! Team MMSJ getting shit down!"

Jake wanted to help with the killing spree, but his father put him on a table behind some beer barrels, blindfolded him with his red scarf, and firmly told him to wait for him there. So the impling sat there with a big pout on his face, arms crossed. What's up with dad today?!

"Yeah, party!"

The table was knocked over without warning. Jake fell face flat onto the ground. "Ow! What the…?!"

"Eeww! Oh my god! Fucking possums!"

"Wait, what?" Jake lifted the blindfold and realized the humans had seen him. Before he could try to escape, he was grabbed by the tail and shoved into a barrel of beer.

"Ow! Jake?!"

"Moxxie?! What's going on?!"

"I don't know, I think the humans mistook us for opossums!"

The two imps were thrown about within that confined space, sometimes getting submerged under the beer. They accidentally ended up taking big gulps of the alcoholic beverage.

*HB*

"That boy is in so much trouble!"

He gives him one simple instruction: wait at the table. Then he returns ten minutes later to find Jake and the table gone.

"Hey, Mildred! Have you seen Jake 'round here?" Striker asked Millie as soon as he saw per peering into a barrel.

"He and Moxxie are inside one of these barrels!"

"What? What the fuck are they doing in there?!"

One of the nearby barrels wobbled. Striker tipped it over with a kick, spilling out the remaining beer as well as two familiar imps.

"Moxxie!"

"Jake!"

"Millieee!" Moxxie blurted out in a drunken state. "Hey, when did you get four heads? I wanna kiss 'em!"

"Jake? Are you okay, kiddo? Striker grabbed his son by the shoulders. "Answer me, boy!"

"Hey, daddy! The impling said in-between hiccups." "This water's soo tasty! Can I have more?"

Striker rubbed his temple. "Wonderful. My kiddo's drunk and he's only nine."

"Chill out, cowboy! Just don't tell Striker 'cause he'll make a fuss!" Moxxie giggled.

Striker would have made a fuss if not for the massive sea monster that emerged from the ocean. A loud roar sent most of the humans running away from the beach, but Moxie and Jake were completely unfazed.

"Oooh, fishy! Can I keep it, daddy?"

A long, slippery tongue wrapped around Moxxie and Jake as they were pulled into the monster's mouth.

Striker and Milli exchanged determined nods. The former shot a nearby human to take his bottle and make a molotov cocktail, which he threw at the monster. The explosion was enough to make the creature fall. The imps swam towards the mutant fish, digging their respective knives into its hide just as it got back on its feet. They managed to climb towards the mouth and pry the jaws open; Moxxie and Jake, still in the tongue's grasp, were clumsily punching the monster's uvula. Millie reached out for their hands, but instead of clasping it, the drunken imps merely gave her a high-five.

"Oh, for the love of…!" Losing his patience, Striker went into the mouth and sliced the tongue off. The fish shrieked in pain and spat out the severed organ, and its two captives, with it.

However, the abrupt movement slipped the angelic rifle off Striker's shoulder and sent it down the beast's throat. "Oh, no, you don't! Mildred, think you could keep this thing busy?!"

"Striker, what are you doing?!"

The cowboy took out his knife. "I'm gonna retrieve my weapon."

*HB*

Millie and Striker swam back to the beach, both panting heavily. The latter was covered in the creature's blood after slicing open its entrails, his rifle held tightly in one hand and the bloodied knife in the other. They reunited with Blitzo, Moxxie, and Jake on the shore.

"Oh, yeah, way to show off, guys!· Blitzo cheered.

"Are Mox and Jakey okay?" Millie asked.

"Oh, yeah. They're fine." Blitzo looked down at the still-drunken imps in his arms and dropped only Moxxie to the ground.

Thankfully, Jake had fallen asleep; his young age made him less tolerant of the heavy alcoholized state. Striker carefully took the boy in his arms.

"Aww, they grow up so fast!" Blitzo chirped, teary-eyed, as he watched Jake snuggle in his father's embrace.

Sadly, the relief didn't last long as Verosika and her crew approached.

"That was handled rather… Obvious, don't you think?" Verosika sneered.

"You know, I found this," Striker held up a black and silver flask decorated with hearts. "While slicing through that creature's entrails," he smirked. "And I know for certain that it doesn't belong to any of us." That said, he tossed the flask back to its owner.

"Would be a shame if anyone found out you guys were behind a giant monster fish in the human world." Millie sneered.

"Oh satan! You all be so… fucked! Haha…!" Moxxie laughed in his drunken stupor.

Verosika was taken aback by the realization that they were right. "Yeah, well, you five nasty ass gremlins will be in shit for not being in disguises." she countered.

"A human called me a possum. I'm not a possum!" Moxxie collapsed face-first into the ground.

"And given that the humans who saw us were in a deep alcoholic intoxication state, they'll probably think it was a product of their imagination." Striker added with a sneer of his own.

Blitzo chuckled. "You know, we could keep this little Bee movie scene on the down-low if you agree to let us use that parking space." Striker nearly laughed at the sour, almost childish scowl on the succubus's face. She was against the ropes and she knew it.

·...Fine."

While the others cheered at their victory, Striker merely sighed in deep relief.

"Hey, Strike, now that we're on it, what did that bitch say you'd have to do if we lost?" Blitzo asked later that day.

Striker's only response was a loud slurping sound with a straw as he enjoyed a well-deserved meatshake.

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Renounce︱Yandere Shouta Aizawa x f!Reader

Anonymous asked “If the prompts are still open I would love to see #21 with Aizawa!”

Follower celebration prompt: “Isn’t this better―you not fighting me for once?”

Bingo card prompt: Body worship

a/n: Here’s the first piece to my bookclub bingo card! I paired it with a prompt from the follower event, so it’s gonna be a little longer than a drabble. Here’s a link to the bingo masterlist! Also this is kinda a self-indulgent piece, I’m really sorry if it’s not something you can vibe with.

Warnings: yandere, nsfw, dubcon, poor body image, implied stockholm syndrome & kidnapping

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You had to give it to him―Shouta was a very persuasive man when he wanted to be.

Not too long ago, your ability to be headstrong would be enough to thwart any full satisfaction he would receive in your presence. Now, this wasn’t to say he never got his way, but you wouldn’t make anything easy for him.

His patience was a curse for you and a blessing for himself. It was difficult when you had nowhere to go, and thus no plausible way to escape his relentless actions to whittle down your resistance bit by bit. He behaved as if all those spiteful words and aimless attacks against him never happened, choosing instead to focus on the here and now. And my god, was his focus ever trained.

That persuasion had been coupled with unbearable persistence in the recent days. Shouta knew you better than you knew yourself, meaning he was painfully aware of all the little qualms you had over your physique.

The stretch marks, rolls, how certain areas carried just a little too much weight for your liking. It was hard to let people get close to you when you felt so self-conscious, but none of that really mattered anymore.

There was nobody to see you except Shouta, and he would be damned if he didn’t pay as much affectionate attention to that as he did in every other aspect of your life. He loved you, after all. That’s what lovers do―help their partners when they can’t help themselves.

You were just stubborn is all.

Much to his appreciation, all that hard work had paid off. You’d spent far too long keeping yourself from feeling good due to the long adjustment process since...moving in with him, and his actions didn’t help in the slightest. Those lingering touches, low teasing remarks in your ear―it all served to rile you up to the point where you could no longer fight off his offers of assistance. He was good with his words, and even better with his hands. An expert in an area where you were but a novice, giving him an almost unfairly steep advantage in his teasing games.

It’s how you ended up in his bed, wrists tied to the headboard with no way of hiding your unclothed body from his eyes.

“The restraints are a precaution, I know how shy you can get after all…” Shouta was straddling your hips, his weight pinning your body to the mattress as he leant down to gently capture your lips in his. The hand that wasn’t positioned next to your head to hold himself up had lightly gripped your jaw, encouraging you to meet his advances.

At this point your rational inhibitions felt like a distant and non-important concern, the longing your body felt for any touch clouding your cautionary senses. He knew this just as much as you, and was prepared to take full advantage of it.

He nibbled your bottom lip, earning a small gasp that offered enough leeway for him to greedily deepen the kiss. You stayed complacent under him as his tongue continued to move against yours. Soon enough he pulled away from you, leaving a string of saliva connecting your lips.

Slowly, he trailed lightly feathered kisses along your jawline, moving down to your neck. “Isn’t this better―you not fighting me for once?” His tone had a hint of playfulness, but you knew that he was very serious at the thought of you finally letting up.

In a moment of semi-blissed thought, you responded. “Well...I think being tied down might have something to do with that.”

You could feel his breath against your skin as he gave a small laugh. Even now you were able to retain the energy to be just a little feisty with him, despite your predicament. But to Shouta, it was no more threatening than a kitten hissing. It was cute, and he ate it right up.

He placed an open mouthed kiss against your neck, earning a deep sigh from your touch starved body. His free hand wandered down, taking his time to give attention to everything in his reach. You writhed slightly underneath his calloused fingers, being unaccustomed to the sensation.

Shouta spoke while his lips were still ghosting your skin, his hot breath making the hairs on your neck stand up. “You look beautiful like this. I don’t care what you might think…” He paused, lowering his head further down your body, “...everything about you is perfect.”

Without warning, his lips closed around your pert nipple, tongue swirling around the bud. He cupped your other breast in his hand, kneading it before moving to pinch and toy with the nipple as well until it became a hardened peak. Your head fell back against the pillow, eyes shutting tightly at the sensation.

While your body was succumbing to the effects of his ministrations, your mind was in another place, fighting itself on how you should be reacting. You blamed him for how needy you felt, but also feeling too good with the way his mouth moved against your sensitive skin to care. In the back of your head, the notion of self-deprecating thoughts was swirling around. You’d lost track of the last time someone saw you like this, or if they even paid as much attention to you as the erasure hero was right now. Either way, the reality of being so exposed had an unfortunate effect on your psyche, taking away from what was supposed to be a pleasurable experience.

It was distracting―and of course Shouta noticed.

“Eyes on me, kitten.”

For the first time that night, you met his gaze as he peered up at you through half-lidded eyes. Even when he seemed relaxed in the way he regarded you, there was still the air of authority that never quite dissipated in him. “I’m gonna ask you something, and you’re going to be honest with me, understand? I’ll know if you’re lying.”

You swallowed nervously, giving the restraints a barely noticeable tug―they didn’t budge. Reluctantly, you nodded your head, dreadfully unknowing of what he was about to say.

Shouta moved down your body while he spoke, leaving a trail of kisses against the soft skin he passed. “I see the way you look at yourself when you think I’m not watching. Tell me―what don’t you like about your body?

The question caught you off guard, a bud of anxiety growing inside of you. “I-I don’t know…”

You did know, you just didn’t want to tell him.

But something told you he already knew what your answer would be.

“Yes, you do. Try again.”

The scruff on his face tickled against your skin as he nipped at it, his hands wandering and gently massaging your plush hips. You desperately wanted to just relax into his touch and forget about any long conceived notions against the way you looked, but Shouta would never move on until you gave him what he wanted.

You sucked in a deep breath of air, trying to calm your heart rate that was slowly increasing. The faster you told him, the faster you could get this whole thing over with. You knew that, but the task of speaking your truth itself was what kept you back. And so you faltered, mouth opening to say something, but no words coming out. The admittance was too hard to voice.

Because it was everything. There wasn’t a single physical thing about your being that you really liked, so what were you supposed to tell him? If even you found the view pathetic, how could someone so physically well kept disagree?

A small yelp escaped your lips as his teeth latched onto the skin of your inner thigh, sucking at it so that it would inevitably result in a mark after the fact. His head was nestled in between your legs, still looking up at you and waiting for an answer.

“You know I’ll never judge you. Please, tell me.” You hated how gentle his tone was, lulling you into a sense of security for someone who’d done highly questionable things for you in the past. But you couldn’t stop that subduing effect from enveloping your body.

Disregarding his command to keep your gaze locked with his, you closed your eyes. It made it easier not having the visual stress of him anticipating your every move, and thankfully he let it slide.

Your voice was quiet, a barely audible whisper. “There’s nothing...nothing that I like.”

He detached his lips, but you were too caught up in your own feelings to realize. His response brought you out of your thoughts though.

“By the time I’m done with you tonight...you’ll forget all about those reservations.”

You shuddered at the feeling of his breath right up against your heat as he spoke. “Not because I’ll make you feel so good that you won’t be able to think―that’ll happen regardless.” Shouta gripped the backs of your knees, spreading your legs even further apart. “No, I’ll just keep telling you how perfect you are―showing you, until you finally start to believe it yourself.”

You were in for a long night.