#i think games w more freedom are just straight up better at keeping my attention for long periods of time

[gekkonidae]

Ive been taking my sweet ass time with totk haven't even touched the main quest yet, gonna get full stamina and all the hearts before I actually play the story

[titanicsimp]

Run, little hero

Pairing: Shigaraki Tomura x Female!reader

Genre: Smut/lemon & angst

Warnings: Sexual content including; Noncon, impreg, slapping/choking. Cursing, kidnapping, abuse, hypothermia

Summary: How long has it been since you got snatched away by Shigaraki? Days? Months? When he enters your prison, you know what day it must be. It’s time to run, and you never get far.

A/N: I really said let’s start off this account by writing the darkest fic I’ve ever made 😺

Winter rages on outside your prison. The wooden shack does nothing to keep out the cold air, chills wrecking your weakened body. You curl up into yourself, grateful for perhaps the first time that Shigaraki had given you two ratty blankets last time he visited.

You yearn for your home, for your fluffy bed that stands right next to the heater. Tears sting at your eyes as you wonder whether you’ll ever get out of here. Shigaraki had not only taken away your freedom, but also your quirk. You had no way of fighting back to the villain who had torn you away from your comfy life as a pro hero.

The door of the shack creaks loudly, alerting you to your visitor. You force your shaky form to sit up, glancing around wearily. Shigaraki shakes off the snow that dusts his black coat, not paying you any attention, yet. You ball your fist around one of the blanket’s as you hold it tightly against yourself.

A chill colder than any weather could cause wrecks your body as Shigaraki turns his gaze to you. The usual blaze of lust present in his crimson eyes is barely a flicker today, darkened instead by cruelty. It must be a Thursday, you realize dreadfully.

“I thought you’d be happier to see me.” He says as he sets a duffle bag down on the ground, displeasure dripping from his voice.

“Seeing that you have no more food to eat.” His eyes catch yours. “Unless you want to starve.”

You shake your head frantically. It still makes your stomach turn to rely on Shigaraki like this, but it’s what’s needed to survive.

He chuckles lowly. “That’s what I thought.”

Shigaraki sighs and twists his neck around, cracking it. “It’s been quite exhausting, destroying you little heroes.”

Here it comes.

He will tell you something he’s been pissed off about, and take it out on you.

Shigaraki looks at you again and starts strolling over. You consider backing away, but decide against it in case it will agitate him further.

He squats down in front of you. “It’s a shame I don’t have that many of those quirk-erasing bullets, otherwise I could turn those ‘heroes’ into meek, miserable things...” Two of his fingers tap the underside of your chin. “Just like you.”

A wicked grin spreads over Shigaraki’s face. “Aww your skin is so cold... you must be freezing.”

Before you can respond in any way, he rips the blankets away from you, leaving you only in your torn dress. Your shivering intensifies instantly at the cold that hits your exposed skin.

“I think it would be good for you to stretch your legs.”

“No! Please!” You say instantly and desperately grab onto Shigaraki. “Can we please stay here? I promise I’ll be good!”

He clicks his tongue impatiently at your begging before he wretches your stiff hands away from his coat.

“I remember the first few times I allowed you to run.” He laughs at the memory. “You had so much drive to get away.”

His thumb rubs over one of your hand’s, a soothing gesture that he manages to make threatening.

“You got attached to me hhmm?”

You bite back the remark on the tip of your tongue, instead nodding your head in agreement.

Without a word, Shigaraki drags you both up, forcing you to stand.

“The thing is, little hero.” He starts, leaning close to your ear. “If I say sit, you sit, if I say run, you run, no questions asked. If you can’t do that, well...” His right hand wraps itself almost completely closed around yours and you feel panic rush through you.

He hovers his pinky over your skin, the threat clear. “If you can’t, then I won’t need you anymore.”

This has certainly gotten your blood pumping, the rush of adrenaline caused by your survival instinct forcing the cold out of your bones.

Shigaraki let’s go off your hands. “Now then, run!” He screams into your face, and you don’t need to be told twice.

You can barely feel your feet anymore after only a few minutes of running, the bare skin standing no chance against the layer of snow covering the hills.

Your frantic breaths come out in clouds, your body getting rid of the little warmth it has left.

It hurts, but you have to keep going.

You try desperately to remember the trails you took previous times, hoping that if you follow a new one you might make it back to civilization.

The more the cold pricks at your skin and lungs, the more your hope fates. You can’t keep going much longer. Even if you try, you’ll collapse under this freezing weather sooner than later.

As you pass a broad oak tree, you decide that this will be where you take your rest. You sit behind the tree, rubbing your hands over your legs and feet frantically to get some life back in them.

This whole time, you don’t think you’ve heard Shigaraki following you, but perhaps you couldn’t have heard over the pounding of your own blood in your ears.

Your eyelids start to feel heavy as you try to regain your strength, the exhaustion catching up to you, but you don’t allow yourself to close them.

When you hear the crunching of snow under boots, you want to cry, but your body can’t manage even that anymore.

“That was disappointing, the snow tracks let me straight to you.”

In a last effort, you try to sprint forward, but Shigaraki catches you effortlessly and throws you face first into the snow. You groan from the pain and cold, his form pressing heavy against yours from behind.

He chuckles. “Still have some fight, little hero? You know our little game’s over now.”

The snow stings against your forehead, but you don’t attempt to move. You don’t want to see the victorious glee on his face.

Shigaraki takes off his gloves, and you almost cry at the warmth when he glides his palms over your thighs. It’s sick how he always finds a way to make you rely on his touch.

He fondles your soft flesh from your thighs to your ass for a bit and the bliss of the warmth makes your press into his touch. You hear a zipper unzip behind you, but luckily it wasn’t what you thought just yet.

Shigaraki shrugs off his coat and places it over your back. “Can’t have my little pet dying on me now.”

“Lift up your head.” He commands and you do so reluctantly.

He places a folded scarf under your face and you shiver as you lower your face back onto the fabric. Seems he really does not want to you to get hypothermia worse than you already have.

“You know, skin against skin contact is the best when you’re cold.” Shigaraki notes smugly.

His hands return to your ass, dragging your panties down carefully. You notice that he tosses them somewhere into the snow. Great, you just lot another piece of clothing.

His fingers stroke over your core, and you obediently lift up your hips. “What do you say when someone’s taking care of you?”

“T-Thank you.” You force out, teeth still chattering from the cold.

Shigaraki hums in satisfaction as he rubs a finger over your clit. His motions are hurried, but your glad he’s preparing you. Though you’d never admit it to yourself, your body enjoys his touches.

Just as your body starts warming up, your core does as well. Shigaraki leaves your clit to run his fingers through your wetness. Being satisfied with what he finds, he dips one of his fingers into you. You’re not only shivering from the cold anymore, your body screaming for more of his touch. You turn your mind off, focusing on the pleasure and letting your situation drift to the back of your mind.

“Such a greedy little hero, sucking me right in.” Shigaraki says, excitement sounding in his voice.

You whimper softly as he slides another finger into your cunt. He moves in and out of you fast, only slowing down now and then to spread his fingers and stroke against your inner walls.

His fingers force moans out of your sore throat, which only spur him on in return. His free hand cups your asscheek into his palm, squeezing and scraping at the sensitive flesh with his nails.

You feel the tension building in your abdomen come close to reaching it’s peak, warm slick coating his fingers and your thighs as he continues to fuck you on his fingers.

Shigaraki pulls away suddenly, leaving you empty and exposed to the cold air.

“Please..” You beg, not wanting to feel the sting of the cold again.

“Please what?” He responds cockily.

You can’t see him, but you are certain he’s grinning.

Forcing down your embarrassment, you tell him what he wants to hear. “Please Shigaraki... D-don’t leave me empty.”

Within seconds, Shigaraki frees his cock from his pants. The warm sensation of the head of his cock pressing against your entrance makes you mewl.

“Better be a good pet and take it all then.” He groans, and that’s all the warning you get before he slams his full length into your cunt.

You scream out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, the rough entrance making your walls both sting and throb at the same time. As always, he doesn’t give you time to adjust, immediately starting to thrust in and out of you wildly.

Shigaraki leans over your form till he’s close to the back of your head. “At least this part of you never disappoints me.”

You yelp when his teeth catch onto your ear, biting it harshly before pulling away. He continues to ram his cock into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin resonating throughout the snowy plain.

“I didn’t think you’d make it this far today, you surprised me.” Shigaraki groans out behind you.

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while, but now I’m convinced.”

His hands grab onto your hips, pinning you into place. “I’ll be taking you back with me.”

“W-what?” Take you back with him? You must have misunderstood.

“You’ll need a warm place to stay and rest, otherwise you won’t be able to get pregnant.”

His words hit you like a brick. You instantly start struggling to get away but Shigaraki’s grip on you is unyielding, your struggling only causing his cock to rub against your walls.

“Stay still!” He grunts and starts thrusting into you frantically, not wanting to lose his build up.

“I’m going to breed your little cunt , and after it you’ll thank me with a smile.”

You shake your head, your voice lost to the fear you feel at his promise. If there’s one thing that you’ve learned, it’s that Shigaraki does not stop till he gets what he wants.

Feeling your resolve slipping from your body, he moves one of his hands from your hips to your clit. You don’t want to give in, but the way he rubs and pinches the swollen nub overwhelms you.

“Clench harder, little hero. Make sure I fill you till the last drop.” Shigaraki laughs mockingly behind you.

His hips continue to snap into your ass as he fucks you, his fingers forcing an orgasm from you. You clench down hard around his cock, cursing yourself for it as you whimper pathetically.

Shigaraki’s hand leaves your clit and returns to your hips. His grip feels painful as he thrusts into you one last time before hilting himself inside you as deep as he can. He makes sure you can’t squirm away as hot spurts of cum fill you up, forcing you to only be able to groan and take it.

“I’m glad I didn’t see you for a few days, now I had a big load saved up for you.” Shigaraki says, still seated inside of you.

His cum starts to spill out around his cock, leaking down your thighs in a warm trail.

Your eyelids start to become heavy again, and this time you don’t fight it. Shigaraki slips out of you as he feels your body grow slack. As you start drifting off you feel him picking you up and wrapping things around you, but you are too far gone to open your eyes and see where he’s taking you.

“Save your strength, little hero, you have a long fight ahead of you.”

[queen-of-deans-booty]

It’s Only the Beginning

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: smut, oral fem recieving, fingering, beard burn

Request by @brokenheartscrybrokentears​: Are you still doing a requests? If so can you do a smutty request where she and Jensen are at a dinner and he is under the table?? Please please please..?? Thank you..

Summary: All you wanted was to enjoy a meal with your husband, but instead, he’s making a meal out of you.

give him an inch and he will take a yard @as-the-saying-goes-bingo​​ torture @spndeanbingo​​ accidental confession @spngenrebingo​​ “You have cream cheese on your face” “Wanna lick it off?” “Is that a dare?” @spnquotebingo​​

Author’s Note: This is unbeta’d and all mistakes are mine. If you have any requests, please send them in!

You and your husband have been so busy with life and work that you two never have any time for one another. It’s always been touch-and-go with a lot of things, so you were really looking forward to having a date night with him. You can tell work has been putting a damper on his mental health--always going to work with tired eyes and coming home with brittle bones and heavier bags underneath his eyes. It’s not fair how hard he works when he doesn’t get a lot of rewards for it. He says he doesn’t mind, but you can see past his tough exterior.

It was actually your idea to go out tonight, and you kept reminding him that you would kill him in his sleep if he tried to postpone or cancel on you. Knowing the threat was real to some degree, he made sure he was free tonight. This night was supposed to help him relax and get his mind off things, but instead, he’s made it all about you.

His chair across from you is empty, but his presence is still hanging over you, always reminding you that he has you exactly where he wants. Your face must be red at this point from how hard you’re trying to keep all your feelings and thoughts to yourself. Your knuckles are sore from how hard you're clutching the table cloth. You’re far enough away from other people for them not to know what is going on here, but you’re close enough that if you make a sound, they will definitely hear.

You’re trying so hard to act like everything is okay, but apparently, you’re not doing a good job. The waitress stops chatting with the bartender enough to notice you, and she heads over to your table with a concerned look on your face.

“Are you okay, ma’am?”

“W-why wouldn’t I-I be okay?” you stutter.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you are squirming and almost at the brink of tears for the last twenty minutes. Is your husband gone?”

“No, h-he’s not finished,” you clear your throat to stop the moan from escaping.

You could have sworn you heard Jensen laugh, but it’s more like you felt it. This little bastard is going to get what’s coming to him soon enough.

“Do you want me to get you anything?”

“N-No, I’ll b-be fine. My stomach just hurts that’s all. Cramps, y-you know.”

“I do,” she smirks so faintly you thought you were seeing things. “I’ll come by a little later to check on you, okay?”

“Y-yeah, sounds g-good.”

She leaves the table with a knowing look on her face, and you just know that she knew exactly what was going on. Maybe the only reason she didn’t try to stop it is that there wasn’t a lot of people in the restaurant to begin with. Maybe she wanted you to get yours. You have no clue why she didn’t stop it, but you’re glad she didn't.

You kind of brought this on yourself because you’re slapping yourself internally right now when you think back to the conversation that started this all.

“I have a confession to make,” you slur.

You were out with your girlfriends drinking and having a good time when your husband picked you up when your friends realize that you’re only going to get worse.

“What is that?” he chuckles as he drives you two home.

“You know what my biggest fantasy is? You know, sexually?”

“Are we really going there right now? All I’m going to do is put you to bed after I get you to drink some water.”

“I don’t want any water. I want you.”

“Not tonight, sweetheart. You know this.”

“I didn’t tell you my fantasy though!” you hiccup.

“What is it?” he sighs and stops at a stoplight.

“I really want public sex. The thrill of it all turns me on. You know, not knowing if people know but knowing you could get caught at any moment. I want that,” you giggle.

Jensen just stares at you, not really paying attention to the light that just turned green. He snaps out of his trance when he hears the car behind him honk their car for him to start moving. He looks at you up and down before resuming the drive home.

“Just know you asked for it,” he chuckles mischievously.

Jensen’s words are replaying in your mind over and over again, always reminding you that you’re the one that put yourself in this situation. If you’d known that giving him this little bit of freedom was going to turn into this, you wouldn’t have done it--well, that’s what you want to tell yourself. You’re so lucky these tables have cloths that go all the way to the ground because if they didn’t, then you would for sure get caught.

Jensen’s hands grip your thighs tightly, spreading your legs wider so he can have more access to your dripping pussy. He’s been at this for twenty minutes, and he’s still not done. He wants to bring you to the peak as many times as he can before your body tells him that you can’t take any more. His tongue slides between your folds before plunging back into you. You let out a small squeak, earning a few stares from a few people around you.

S-sorry,” you whisper.

His fingers find your throbbing clit, and the sudden pressure on the bundle of nerves causes you to clench your thighs around his face. He’s been growing out his beard, so you know you’ll definitely have beard burn later on. He slots his shoulders between your thighs so they have nowhere else to go before paying attention to your clit once again.

He pinches the nerve bundle between his fingers, rolling it lightly. A surge of pleasure shoots straight from your core to virtually every spot in your body. Your knees jerk upward, hitting the end of the table with a loud thud. Your cheeks heat up, you’re afraid everyone is going to know just how flushed you are. This is complete torture, and he knows it.

Jensen is just basking in amusement and cockiness from how things are going, he decides to take it up a notch. He removes his long and wet tongue from your center, only to lick up to your clit. He switches places with his fingers so that when he cups his lips around your clit, he slides in two thick fingers.

Your channel stretches to fit him, and you place your hand over your mouth so muffle the moan you know is going to slip. He starts to recite the alphabet with his tongue, scissoring his fingers to stretch you for his cock later. He won’t take you in the restaurant because he wants those moans reserved for him and him only.

“Shit, Jensen, you need to stop,” you whisper, hoping that no one heard you.

Once he adds another finger, you can feel your orgasm quickly approaching. All the stimulation on your clit and your g-spot is enough to bring you right at the edge. Jensen knows your body more than you do, so he knows exactly what kind of strings to play to get you right where he wants. To put you over the edge for the fourth time that evening, he gives your clit a little nibble.

He knows that you don’t really like teeth being on your most sensitive area, but you also know that Jensen would never do anything to harm you. He is more than capable of experimenting with you on things, and this is one of them.

“Shit!” you exclaim loudly, covering your mouth when you realize what you have done. Everyone looks over at you, and you clear your throat before letting out your breath shakily. “I’m fine. S-sorry everyone.”

It takes them a few minutes to go back to what they were doing, all the while you’re coming down from your high. Jensen’s face must be covered with your release by now, but he’s brought a napkin with him to wipe away the evidence. You’re pretty sure everyone here knows what is happening, but you couldn’t care less at the moment.

Jensen finally pulls away from you, granting you a break for the night. He cleans you and himself up before peeking out from underneath the table to see if anyone is looking. When the coast is clear, he returns to his seat with the most shit-eating grin on his face.

“If I knew I’d be having a second dessert, I would have not finished my meal,” he chuckles.

“You fucking asshole,” you hiss, not meaning it at all.

“You’re the one that asked for it. I’m just delivering,” he whispers and takes a bite of his cheesecake that has been left untouched until now.

“Everyone was staring. I won’t be able to walk out of here, Jensen,” you say.

“Then I did my job right.”

“Don’t look so smug. I’m going to get you back for this.”

“Game on then, sweetheart,” he laughs and takes another bite.

He holds out his fork for you to taste, and you glare but take one anyway. Your little activity has made you parched.

“You have cream cheese on your face,” Jensen notes and grab his napkin.

“Wanna lick it off?” you retort, not realizing what you said.

“Is that a dare?” he chuckles.

“No, never mind, it was a joke,” you say and wipe your own face clear of any mess. “You did enough licking for one night.”

“It’s so cute you think I’m done with you,” he chuckles and takes yet another bite of his dessert.

You stare at him, speechless, because how can he give you more than what he’s already given? Four orgasms in one evening and he wants to do more? He knows your body better than you do, so you trust him completely. Now all you’re going to be thinking about is what he’s going to do to you when you finally get home.

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[mybunnyparadenme]

Truce

Summary: A late night conversation between Mysterion and Professor Chaos. A/N: New Snapshots chapter! This one’s silly, hope you guys enjoy~!

It was a peaceful night, unusual for this part of town given how late it was. There had been some heroic action a few minutes prior, but now two costume-clad teenagers were relaxing on the rooftop, leaning against the back of a billboard and deep in conversation.

"Wait, let me get this straight." Chaos said slowly, attempting to make sense of Mysterion's last sentence. "You're saying we have a... following? Of people who write stories about us?"

"Well, they're not exactly 'straight'..." Mysterion said, a wry smile forming beneath his mask.

Chaos couldn't help the laugh that escaped his mouth. "Okay, I guess that makes sense, since you said it was mostly the asian girls doing it. How'd you find out about it?"

"My sister found this website and showed it to me. I have it bookmarked here, look." Mysterion dug around in his pocket and pulled out his phone.

Chaos scooted closer towards him, peering down at the tiny screen riddled with cracks. "Oh, that's in real bad shape. Do you need a phone case? I've got a really nice one in my evil lair somewhere."

Mysterion raised an eyebrow at him. "I don't think a phone case would help at this point."

Chaos shrugged, his face carefully neutral. "It couldn't hurt though. And besides, it's purple. It would match your whole color scheme perfectly, Mysterion."

He narrowed his eyes at Chaos, though there was a sly smile starting at the corner of his mouth. "It kind of sounds like you're just trying to lure me into your evil lair, Chaos."

Chaos gave him an wide eyed look, way too innocent to be real. "I don't know what you're talking about, mister. We called a truce ten minutes ago."

The best part of a truce was the moment you could go back on it, but Mysterion wasn't about to ruin the fun by admitting what they already knew. Instead he turned his attention back to his phone and nodded. "Alright, I'll take you up on that offer. We can head over there after I show you these. Damn this is taking forever to load."

"This area never has good reception." Chaos said reassuringly.

"Nah, it's probably my shitty service. Ah, here we go." Mysterion moved so that they could both see the screen better. There were a few more stories now from when he'd last checked the page.

"Wow that sure is a lot!" Chaos leaned in closer, his arm pressing against Mysterion's. He didn't seem to notice as his eyebrows came together while he read through the titles. "Super Craig and Wonder Tweek Love Story... Wonderlust... Superficial, oh that one's kinda clever. Looks like a lot of these are about those two, huh?"

"Yeah, but it makes sense when you realize the writers are the same girls who drew all that yaoi fanart of them."

Chaos smiled. "I think it's sweet. It's like a love letter to their relationship. Oh here's one that's not about them. It's called... A World of Chaos?" His eyes widened. "Wait, is this one about me?"

Mysterion scanned the summary underneath the title and bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. "Yeah, it's your villainous backstory! Damn, check out that word count."

Chaos looked like he was fighting back a grin. "I can't believe people are writin' stories about me! I figured they'd want to focus mostly on the good guys, seeing as nobody likes villains."

Mysterion didn't bother hiding his laugh this time. "Dude, are you kidding? People cream themselves over a good villain backstory. Bonus points if the hero has a thing for the bad guy at some point." He gave Chaos a playful nudge and wagged his eyebrows suggestively. "Or the other way around."

Chaos turned pink underneath his silver helmet. "S-So they probably write about you an' me huh?"

"I've seen a few, yeah." Mysterion said, clicking onto the next page. His eyes lit up, a teasing edge lifting the corner of his mouth. "Though Chacoon's way more popular on here."

"Chacoon? What's that?" Chaos asked. He peered down at the screen, his curiosity slowly morphing into quiet despair as he read through the page. "Me and The Coon? Aw, why are they linking the two of us like that? I could do way better than him."

Mysterion grinned, taking just a bit of pleasure in the disappointment on his Chaos' face. "Yeah, I can think of at least three other heroes you'd be better off with. And if it makes you feel any better, I've seen a few stories with me and the Coon as a couple too. There was even one the other day with me and him fighting for Human Kite in a love triangle."

"Well that's just drama for drama's sake." Chaos said. He looked relieved to hear that though, and a small smile brightened his face. "Who ended up winning in the end, you or The Coon?"

"Hell if I know, I only skim the stuff." Okay, that was a lie. He wasn't actually invested in the love triangle! Redheads didn't really do it for him the way cute blondes with twangy accents did, but the writer's style was actually really good. He got caught up in the suspense and well, he was now eagerly awaiting the next update... He cleared his throat loudly, trying to hide the embarrassed flush creeping up his face.

"You okay?" Chaos asked.

"'m fine." He said, slouching lower against the back of the billboard. "Just feeling tired after the workout you put me through earlier."

"We were running around an awful lot, weren't we?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out an energy bar, holding it out to Mysterion with a cheerful smile. "Here ya go, it's not much but maybe it'll help?"

"Oh." Mysterion blinked at the colorfully wrapped offering for a second, then took it gratefully. "Thanks, dude. Hold my phone while I get it open?"

"Of course." Chaos scrolled through the rest of the stories on the page while Mysterion tore open the energy bar, humming a little tune under his breath. He didn't go snooping around like Mysterion had expected him to, and gave it back the second his hand was free again.

"Kinda weird that you didn't take advantage of that moment, Chaos." Mysterion said, scrolling down in between bites of his energy bar.

Chaos tilted his head curiously. "What do you mean?"

"I literally handed you an opportunity to do something chaotic." He said, gesturing to the phone in his hand. "You could've changed some of my contacts or deleted a few photos, or even let it drop into the alleyway."

Chaos frowned, his eyebrows coming together just under the line of his helmet. "But why would I do that?"

Mysterion didn't say anything. The energy bar was starting to taste less like blueberries and more like guilt. "Because that's what bad guys do?"

Chaos shook his head immediately. "Well yeah, but we're still in a truce, Mysterion! And well, doing something permanent like that would just be mean."

Right, the truce. Out of all of the people that still played this game of good and evil, he and Chaos were the only ones who would take breaks like this in between fights. Chaos was the only one he trusted enough not to get in a cheap hit, and here he was assuming things like an asshole. He sighed. "I'm sorry, dude."

"Aw, no need to apologize!" Chaos said, giving him a reassuring smile. "You're just following your heroic instincts, and it's always good to be wary around your enemies, truce or no truce."

Mysterion groaned, though the hints of a smile were starting to form on his face. "God, stop being so nice, Chaos. If you keep this up you're gonna make me look like a total dick."

"To who, the asian girls?" Chaos laughed, a light, contagious sound that quickly got Mysterion going too. Their voices echoed in the still night air, and it was a couple of minutes before it was quiet again.

"Hey, Mysterion?"

"Yeah?"

Chaos stared down at his shiny silver boots, dangling off the edge of the scaffolding. His face was serious now. "You mentioned before when we were looking at the website, how you could think of heroes I'd be good with..." He brought his hands together, tapping his knuckles in an all too familiar gesture. "Just out of curiosity, who were you talking about?"

Mysterion felt his shoulders tense at the pointed question. He cleared his throat, wishing he had some water to wash down the now too dry energy bar. "Ah, nobody in particular, really. I was just letting you know you'd have better options."

Aluminum foil crinkled underneath his hands. "Well, I could've sworn it sounded like you had specific people in mind. You were sayin' that you knew three heroes I'd be good with."

"So... are you asking me to hook you up with someone?" Mysterion asked, a heavy feeling settling into his gut. He'd been wanting to cheer Chaos up when he'd said that, and it wasn't like he was lying or anything. A few of his teammates in the Freedom Pals would sometimes look at Chaos the way Mysterion did when he thought no one was looking.

Chaos was quiet for a long time, a pink blush creeping up his face even as a nervous frown tugged his lips down. "W-Well, I... I kinda-"

He was cut off by a bell sound coming from Mysterion's phone. They both blinked down at the screen, and Mysterion felt a wave of relief go through him at the sudden distraction. He didn't know what Chaos had wanted to say, but right now he wasn't sure he was brave enough to hear it. He cleared his throat. "Hey look, a story's been updated!"

"The website gives notifications?" Chaos asked. He looked interested, but was also clearly relieved at the change in conversation.

"Not exactly." Mysterion said, his shoulders relaxing as he clicked on the story. "I'm actually following this one."

There was a teasing glint in Chaos' gaze, all the tension from earlier disappearing from his face. "I think you're more invested in these stories than you're willing to admit, Mysterion."

He couldn't really deny it at this point, no matter how embarrassing the truth was. "Fine, go ahead and laugh at me but this person's really talented! Check this out, they add illustrations and everything."

"Ooh, really?" Chaos leaned in so close he was practically in Mysterion's lap. His eyes lit up at the pictures that were scattered through the page. "Wow, this person's really good! I like the way they drew your costume, but they got your hair color wrong."

Mysterion grinned. "I think they gave me dark hair to fit that 'tall, dark, and handsome' vibe. Do you think I should dye my hair to match?"

"I think the color's great, you could definitely pull it off." Chaos looked away from the screen for a moment, his eyes settling on Mysterion's hair. "But you look good like this too. Especially now that it's not hidden under a hood."

Mysterion ducked his head, hiding the blush that rose to his cheeks at the compliment. "Too bad my head's always cold, huh?"

"Yeah." Chaos agreed, reaching into his pocket to get an energy bar for himself. His expression froze when he saw that the next picture was of him. "Oh gosh is that supposed to be me? I look like a rockstar!"

"They always draw you looking really cool." Mysterion said, smiling at how shocked Chaos looked. "I think the writer's a big fan of yours."

A huge grin lit up his face. "I'm so flattered! And I think the eyepatch is a great addition to the costume, I kinda want to start wearing one for real. Is there a way to talk to them on this website? I wanna tell them they're awesome!"

"Hang on, you don't want to risk compromising your secret identity." Mysterion said, careful not to scroll to far down to the comments section. He was willing to follow under a pseudonym, but he'd be damned if he was going to start a conversation with yaoi fangirls.

(Well, more damned than he usually was.)

Chaos looked disappointed as he took a bite out of his energy bar, but he nodded. "I guess you're right. But I could still wear the eye patch though, just for fun."

"And hide those big doe eyes?" Mysterion placed a hand dramatically over his heart. "Oh say it ain't so, Buttercup!"

Chaos jolted at the nickname, and suddenly the bite he'd just taken out of his energy bar became lodged in his throat. He started choking and it took Mysterion a few seconds to register what was happening. Of course he then immediately sprang into action, delivering several hard thumps on his back before Chaos finally coughed up the half-chewed mess onto his hands. They both winced at the mess, but Chaos flicked it out into the alleyway next to them and gave Mysterion a shaky smile. "Th-Thanks, you really saved me there."

"There's a plot for a love story if I ever heard one." Mysterion smiled back, but his heart was racing in his chest and his hands were shaking. Holy shit, that had been terrifying.

Chaos laughed, softer than usual after the trauma his throat had gone through it sounded no less genuine. "The hero saves the villain's life. That's not a bad idea at all, Ken."

Mysterion shivered at sound of his real name. They always stuck to their personas while in costume, but he'd gone and slipped up first and now Chaos... Butters was doing the same. He bit his lip nervously, heart hammering in his chest for a different reason. "Hey Butters, about before-"

"There you are Professor Chaos!" A voice called from the opposite rooftop. They both turned to see General Disarray standing on the ledge, waving a hand in their direction. "Are you okay? Do you need me to come over there and help you out?"

"I'm fine General, don't worry!" Chaos said waving back cheerfully. He turned to face Mysterion, revealing a smile that showed way too many teeth to be friendly anymore. "Looks like our truce is over for now, hero. Next time we meet we're enemies again. Oh, and I'll bring you the phone case tomorrow at school, okay?"

"Okay, looking forward to it." Mysterion said, not moving as Chaos stood and joined his sidekick on the other rooftop. He watched as they disappeared into the night, not bothering to follow after them at first. It was only fair to give the two of them a headstart, let them have a chance to actually do something villainous before he swooped in to stop them like always. His feelings could wait until the morning.

After all, tonight they had their roles to play.

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Oh my, I need yandere alphabet for Ren😏

I gotchu 😏 @kumanekoworld I saw your request too so here it is.

REN JINGUJI YANDERE ALPHABET

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

His way of showing affection, at first, doesnt change. He would still shower his darling in gifts and compliments, making time and taking them places; it almost seems normal. But at some point, it's like a flip switches, and he becomes more clingy. Always has to be around you, going out becomes less and less and when you do leave the house, he always has an arm clinging to you. 

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He doesnt even realize how messy it gets until it's done. These overwhelming feelings of expressiveness and obsessives get the better of him and seeing another person threaten you or worse, try to take you from him, makes all rationality leave his brain. At first, he'd try to hide it from his darling, but he becomes sloppy and its not long before they realize it's blood on his shirt, and not paint. 

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He would act like nothing happened. As long as he behaves normally, things will go smoothly, right? Pretending that they've always been together and that life was a jolly holiday. At some point, especially if his darling is testing his patience, he might lash out at them and mock their cries and attempts to plead with him. 

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Oh yes. Love is an intimate thing, even when it's this obsessive. He not only forces them to stay with him, he also forces them to touch him, both sexually and not, because that's what 'real' lovers do. 

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

The main reason he would even cross over this line is because he needs love. All his life hes been neglected and played; finding his darling was the best thing that has happened and he sure as hell is going to give his all. He becomes open, and vulnerable, always honest with what he wants from his darling and where they stand with him. 

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He'd become annoyed and not understand. He gives you everything and more and you're FIGHTING him? It's almost like he turns into beast mode and he will fight back. It gets ugly with yelling and he will put force into it if you start to get physical. He feels so betrayed and hurt that he not only locks you away, but he leaves himself to cool off. After all, theres no way you actually hate him. It must've been something smaller than that. He'll figure it out. 

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Kind of. At first, he thinks its cute how strong willed and determined his darling is to escape him, but he does become annoyed. Why wont you love him? Why don't you appreciate him? He will hunt you down each time, he has connections to make someone else get you for him. There's no escaping him. He is Mr. Worldwide. 

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

The worst thing he's ever done to his darling was lock them up for a week straight in his designated dark room, only giving them water and not letting them sleep. The malnutrition and lack of sleep quickly got them, and though they lost a few pounds during that week, Ren was pleased with his efforts. A weak darling is a darling that cant leave him. They relied on him for everything for a while after that and that's what it's all about; him being the the provider, the protector, the one you need to rely on. 

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He really wants to keep it as normal as possible. He wants to get married and go on adventures with you. No kids though, he cant have you sharing your attention and taking most of it away from him. 

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

At first, he's his natural self. Understanding, carefree, but something irks him inside and he quickly becomes annoyed. He doesnt lash out, at least not in front of his darling; he'll find the man/woman in private to have a 'chat" and publicly ruins them. 

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Again, he tries to keep it normal. Light kisses and soft touches. Loving words and tight hugs. A typical relationship on the outside. A fairy tale for anyone else. 

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He's very blunt. He likes it, he gets it. He charms them with words and sweet promises; soft affections and making himself seem like the best possible joice. Prince charming, in a way. 

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Oh yes. To everyone else, including his friends, hes this light hearted, goofy guy. Perfectly easy on the eyes and the heart. But behind closed doors, something that only his darling gets to see, hes a beast. Wild and stalking his prey; fiercely protective over whats his. 

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He's not a stranger to actually physically harming his darling and they have had cuts and bruises on them. But he doesnt like to ruin their perfect skin so he usually locks them up, sometimes for days on end, and goes back to weakening his darling physically. 

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

He's actually not known to take many rights away. His darling is free to do what they want as long as he knows what they're doing and where they are. It only becomes a problem when they go somewhere outside of, lets say, the city; he needs to be there in that case. Always by their side..he cant have you running of now can he? 

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

As much as he wants to think he's patient, hes really not. He gets temperamental and annoyed really easily and doesnt like it when his darling fights back. 

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If it was an escape scenario, he'd do everything in his power to get them back, and he WILL be successful. However, if they die, I dont think he'd move on from that. Giving his all into someone and 'molding' the perfect darling took a toll on him and he would genuinely be soul crushed. 

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No. He absolutely has no guilty feeling whatsoever mainly because he doesnt see a problem with his actions. This is all for love.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Childhood trauma and the feeling of loneliness. Not having a mother, his father's hatred, and the constant quarrels with both his brothers and childhood friends like Masato and Ranmaru, formed a whole in his heart that he was never able to fill, no matter how many women he toyed with. His darling is the first person to make him feel full again and theres no way he'll let you go now. 

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He hates it. He tries to keep the peace and make them as happy as possible with gifts and himself. Why are you crying? What brought these feelings of sadness? Why are you yelling at him? He becomes mad but also concerned; obviously someone mustve hurt you. It just never occurs to him that he's that someone. 

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He probably gives his darling more freedom than some other yanderes. Again, he wants things to seem as normal as possible to anyone else. 

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

He does tend to get vulnerable with his darling and let's his guard down, especially on the anniversary of his mother's death. You could easily slip something in his drink or food and have a chance to escape; however, you have to remember that he has ears and eyes everywhere due to his connections so your escape might be short lived. 

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

As much as he hates to admit it, he HAS beaten his darling. He always feels bad afterwards and tends to their bruises and cuts, but its really your fault for trying to leave. 

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Body worship is a big thing of his. They are perfect to him, gorgeous, stunning, beautiful. I wouldn't say he has a whole shrine or anything, but his phone is full of pictures and he has paintings of them, both NSFW and not, on his walls. Before they ended up with him, he even went as far as to install cameras in their house and on them. 

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Honestly, not very long. He keeps up with it only for a short time before his true colors start to show. Of course, only his darling would know that, which is mainly why no one else would be able to help them out of this situation. 

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Oh yes. He manipulates them both mentally and physically to rely and depend only on him. He's good at it too and it takes less time for him to win his darling over than some other guys. 

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Character concept: Aria/Justice

because I can’t get it out of my head here’s some scattered nonsense of ideas that I would like to see if Aria becomes a playable character again in the next Guilty Gear :D just like, a bunch of stuff thrown at the wall because I want these out so they won’t bother me in my head so here you go!

Intro: Shot of a hand holding a remote with a prominent red button on it, the thumb presses down on the button. Camera pans up to see a shine in the sky, followed by a huge shadow dropping swiftly down. Cut to a side view of Aria with her hands crossed as the shadow stops in front of her, a lightly altered recreation of the Gear Justice. She looks aside, at the camera and her opponent, says her opening line, before the suit opens up and she jumps inside. The suit closes around her as lights turn on all at once and the Gear, Aria, turns to her opponent with clenched claws.

opening line ideas:

Sol: “Fredrick, I want to test this thing out, don’t hold back like last time.”

“Don’t give me that look, I know you’re itching for another go.”

“I get antsy too you know, research gets boring sometimes.”

“No, I’m not mad. I am still going to beat you up though, it’s the principle of the matter.”

Dizzy: “Alright, now take a deep breath, and don’t hold back.”

“I know you don’t like fighting, but keeping your skills sharp is important.”

“You can do better then that, I know you can, I’ll drag it out of you if I need to.”

“You can’t hurt me dear, so let Necro have some fun this time, eh?”

Ky: “I need to know for certain if you can stand by her side, your majesty, so get ready.”

“A mother-in-law’s advice is healthy for any marriage, now pay close attention.”

“You never did fight Justice did you? Now’s your chance.”

“Dizzy gets a lot from me; my looks, my eyes, and my fire power.”

Baiken: “Take your anger, your pain, your hatred, and fight me!”

“I remember the feel of your blade against my armor, this time don’t miss.”

“This is your revenge, come and take it!”

“Guilt isn’t weighing me down, but I won’t sit by and let you wallow.”

Generic: “Don’t worry, this won’t hurt you, just think of it as an intense work out.”

“I installed a few new tricks into this baby, keep your guard up!”

“This isn’t the real deal, but it will be more then enough to handle you.”

Instant Kill: Aria lunches out a sort of tether to trap the opponent in place, fires a barrage of lasers, and then charges her Gammy Ray. She charges it up until the glow of it reaches the sky, and then flies towards her target to fire it, at point blank range. DESTROYED. Open to a large canyon in front of the suit, stretching out into the horizon. The suit opens and out comes Aria, grimly satisfied and the wind whipping her hair around while she says her winning line. Aria WIN!

“Asuka really went for overkill with this, didn’t he?”

“And that, is how you win a battle, even if you lose a war.”

“Most strategies fall apart when faced with overwhelming force, bigger stick always wins.”

“It may be a pale imitation, a reproduction, but this lady still packs a mean punch doesn’t she?”

Normal Victory Pose: The suits opens to let Aria step out before kneeling behind her, she leans back to sit, not at all elegantly, on it’s head with a weary sigh, reaches into her pocket to pull out a lollipop with a kind smile as she says her line before she starts eating it. Aria WIN! 

“Yikes, did I overdo it again? Sorry about that.”

“The thrusters still need tuning up, thanks for running around so much that I noticed.”

“You did well back there! A little more practice and I’ll have to work for it next time.”

“Next time, when you think of picking a fight with a laser shooting robot, don’t.”

End match quotes (AKA where I completely indulge in my HCs about Aria post Rev2):

Sol: “Hey Fredrick, remember that time I challenged you and Asuka to an arm wrestling competition? You two complained about sore wrists for weeks! *short chuckle*...brings back memories. doesn’t it?...”

Dizzy: “Very good Dizzy! Literally ever single reader and scanner on this thing burst and broke during that fight! W-wait no don’t look worried! That’s a good thing! I’m proud of you, really.”

Ky: “If I’m being honest, I really don’t get what Dizzy sees in you. Not that I’m questioning her choices, God forbid! You’re just not my type at all, bit too straight laced...though, that short hair look does suit you better, very handsome.”

Leo: “You make an odd King, Leo. But not a bad one at all! Sure, Ky may be more popular among the public, and the press love him more, and he tends to lead things more confidently and thoroughly, but you-you....Leo? Why are you sulking?”

Sin: “Well, deal’s a deal. I beat you so now you need to go back and finish your homework young man. Now don’t frown like that, only kids do that. Tell you what, finish your work quickly, and me and Fredrick’ll treat you to a big dinner, deal?”

Ramlethel: “Excellent work Ram, you’re improving very quickly! You and Sin train hard don’t you? Just try not to overindulge on those burgers after your sessions alright? Gear Biology or no those things are bad for you.”

Elphelt: “El, sweetheart, I know you have your style and all, but is the wedding dress still necessary? A place to hid your weapons sure but doesn’t it get in the way?...was I ever like that? God I hope not..oh! Nothing it’s nothing!”

Slayer: “Every single reader is either broken or glitching on me, armor cracked to hell, engine damn near exploded, exhausted my fuel and my ammunition...and here you are, lounging like it’s a holiday...what are you exactly...?” 

Potemkin: “Well! Zepp technology is certainly...hardy! Nearly overloaded my canons on you! Took me by surprise there...”

Chipp: “You really need to stop playing this silly ninja game of yours and sit down. Politics is boring as dirt but if you call yourself a president that’s your job...*sigh* I pity your secretary, truly.”

Faust: “Sorry about that...outburst, I kind of have this thing with medical procedures and needles and...well, I’m sure you understand, Doctor.”

Jam: “God it’s been ages since I had proper Chinese food, how’s your general Tsao?...why are you giving me that dirty look? Did I say something wrong?” 

May: “You pack a wallop don’t you? I thought that anchor was a toy at first but your swinging that cast iron like it’s nothing! Maybe train with someone who can teach you how to use it more directly? Who knows what kind of damage you could do...”

Zato: “...according to my scanners you don’t have a pulse...did that vampire have something to do with it? Either way, stay away from me, no offence but that shadow of yours is creepy, and coming from me that says something.”

Millia: “There are no chains on you dear, nothing holding you down and no one holding you back. Your freedom is right there, all you have to do is reach for it with both hands.”

Venom: “...you know, you remind me of this baker in downtown Ilyria, he’s a genius with bread and sugar, honestly incredible. I hope his business is doing well, I don’t know if I could make it through the day without one of his cinnamon buns.”

Baiken: “Get up. I know this isn’t all your anger, get up! Gather more hatred and fight me! Pour every ounce of pain you have into your blade and let it out! Get up! I won’t stop until you can live again, until you can let go before you tear yourself to pieces...get. Up.”

Anji Mito: “Now. You are going to behave, sit there, and tell the truth for once. Mind you this suit has a heartbeat monitor so I’ll��know if you try to pull a fast one. Now, question one, what do you know?”

I-no: “...sorry for causing you so much trouble as Jack-O, my excitement kind of got away from me. Thanks for putting up with it.”

Raven: “I never did thank you for that wound you healed, did I? Of course I remember, who forgets a friend in this day and age?” 

Extra stuff/Headcannons:

* She’s like mature Jack-O personality wise, though with a rather wry sense of humor. Pokes fun at Sol every chance she gets (only calls him Fredrick, or Freddie if she wants to troll him), but always with a hint of affection. Sometimes blanks out or has her mind wonder off.

* Worked closely with Paradigm to build the suit, though she did most of the heavy work herself. Used schematics from a few of Asuka’s old hideouts and accounts from the Crusades while adding her own spin on the design. No...crotch spike. Constantly improving it and tweaking it whenever she has the time. 

* Nags Ky like a proper mother-in-law mostly just for the sake of poking fun, she trusts him with Dizzy. Wants to make up for lost time with Dizzy, though she knows she can only go so far with her being about a decade late to be a mom.

* Treats the Valentine sisters like, well, sisters almost. Little sisters. Spoils Sin rotten whenever his parents aren’t paying attention. Had a 10 hour long training session with him after he called her “grandma” once. 

* Feels a little guilty about Japan. Doesn’t exactly blame herself entirely, but she still feels some responsibility to fix some of the damage. Baiken makes that guilt double in her gut, wants her to move on because she has a vague memory of Baiken fighting Justice and failing miserably. 

* Has an odd, vague mix of memories from both Jack-O and Justice, she can just manage to keep up and make sense of them, but both at once has her needing to sit down and clutch her head because ow migraines. Also pretty much remembers everything from before she died the first time.

* Wants to punch Asuka in the nose. Also to say she forgives him and she gets why he did what he did, but first she needs to break his nose because seriously Asuka the fuck.

* Her theme would probably be some mix between “Meet Again” (Justice theme) and “Juno” (Jack-O theme), with maybe the “Diva” riff thrown in there for flavor. Slightly manic rock mix but ultimately in control and, near the end, happy. Song title would be something like “Together Again” or “Hera” (Juno’s Greek name) 

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Out of Order Love

Chapter Two: No Love-at-First-Sight BS

tomhollandxreader

Summary: It was meant to be a fun time in Vegas. Spending time with the best friend and celebrate getting done with college to turn the page to a new chapter in life. If only (Y/N) realized she would be turning a few extra pages by accidentally marrying her favorite actor.

Part 1

Word Count: 2,324

A/N: (W/Y/L)- Where You Live/ (Y/N/N)- Your Nickname

The sun is setting by the time I hug and say goodbye to Michelle and Allen. "Thank you for having us," I muse as I let go of Michelle. "It was wonderful to see you two again."

"Sweetie, it was our pleasure!" Michelle laughs.

Allen places a hand on my shoulder and gives it a squeeze. "You tell your Dad that I will be giving him a call within the next few weeks to discuss moving money around and buying new stocks." Allen began, he gives me a stern look before laughing. "Also tell him it was wonderful seeing you again."

I wrap my arms around his torso. "I will make sure to let him know." I let go before giving one last final wave, "Have a great night!" The two wave again from their front porch and watch as Emily and I walk back to our rental car and drive off. She and I sit in silence for a while before she sighs. "What is it, Em?"

"I can come with you tonight. I mean, if you want." She pauses to mess with the thermostat before continuing, "I don't want you to think you have to go through this mess alone-"

"I want you to be there." I chime in, grabbing her hand and squeezing it. I've known this girl since elementary school. She's the type of friend that if we stop talking because life gets in the way, when we see each other again it's like nothing happened. She's been there with me through the good, and the bad. "I think it'll help me not panic as much. Having someone to bounce ideas off of who knows how I am will make this go a little easier, ya know?"

"I'm glad." She laughs, "Also 'cause I wanna meet Tom and Haz." She shoots me a side glance before she continues, "Sorry, but they are hot.".

I chuckle and shake my head. "Shit, speaking of Tom," I pull my phone from out of my back pocket, "I need to let him know we are on the way." I pull up my recently added contacts and snort.

"What?" Emily says, shooting me a side smirk.

"His name in my phone is Current Husband." I laugh, Emily cackles harder beside me. I send a quick text saying 'leaving my family friend's, want us to come over now or later tonight? We are about 20 minutes out.' I lay my head against the headrest looking out the passenger side window. My phone pings.

Current Husband

You can come now, that's fine.

I'll have Haz bring you a pass so you can park in the parking garage in the back.

The Wife

Alright, I'll text when we are closer.

"He wants us to head straight there."

"Alrighty, well, fix our GPS then let's prepare ourselves for those cuties."

"Emily, this is serious." I complain as I grab her phone to fix Google Maps.

"I mean, they are seriously hot."

"Emily!"

-

Harrison met us in the parking garage and puts a pass on our front mirror before the three of us head up to the room. Emily squeezes my hand in reassurance, as Harrison unlocks the door before holding it for us.

Tom stands from his position on the couch, smiling when we enter. "Did you, uh, have a nice time?"

"We did, thank you. How's your head?" I counter.

He lets out a short laugh. "Better than when I woke up this morning."

Emily giggles next to me. "What are you giggling about, Em?" I question, folding my arms across my chest.

"You are such your father's daughter. Just casual conversation with a stranger," she waves her hand smiling at me, "No awkwardness at all."

"I mean," I giggle. "I did talk to that elderly guy in the elevator in New York on that school trip and found out he only spoke Italian. Now that was awkward." Emily laughs harder. I peek at Tom who has an amused smirk on his face. I gesture to Emily, "This is Emily, by the way. Emily," she looks at me still giggling, "This is Tom."

"Pleasure to meet you, Emily." Tom states with a small nod and laugh.

"Believe me, the pleasure is all mine, or should I say the pleasure is all-"

"Okay!" I cut her off while clapping my hands together, which causes the boys to laugh. A blush crawls up my neck and face and I clear my throat to attempt to alleviate my embarrassment, "So you wanted to discuss what we were going to do?"

Tom jumps into action, "Right, right." He gestures us to sit on the couch. Tom sits to the right of me, giving me a little space while Emily basically sits on top of me to my left. "I called my manager after you left this morning and talked with him about the situation." He takes a breath before continuing, "He thinks that it wouldn't be a good idea of us divorcing right away." He puts his hands up when Emily tries to interject, a small sound leaving her lips. "Let me finish explaining, there is good reason for it." He pauses to look back at me, "The fan base and press have gone crazy with the information. Curtis, my manager, believes that it would be a good idea to keep up the act for a while, then we can stage a falling out and go back to our normal lives."

"There is a lot more than just being quote unquote married." Emily cuts in finally, placing a hand on my shoulder and squeezing it. "What's the story, where are you two gonna live? There are so much paperwork that goes into marriage; plus, all the shit of divorce."

"That is why we are here." Tom counters, obviously annoyed, "I figured we needed to have our, uh, game plan and figure everything out." He sighs, running a hand through his hair as he looks at the carpet, "I know this isn't a great idea, but I know how the media can get, I don't want it to get bad for either of us."

"How long are you thinking we need to carry on this charade?" I question, fidgeting my fingers.

"About three months." Tom says, looking back at Harrison in reassurance, who nods.

"Curtis believes to make it look somewhat believable, you two go through the motions of living together and I guess find out you two are not as compatible as you two once thought. It's a mutual separation." Harrison explains shifting in his seat slightly.

"No one is going to believe that Tom bought her that thing." Emily points at the thin ring on my finger. "It just doesn't scream love, ya know."

Tom looks down at his own ring and makes a face. "Well, what do you suggest?" He taunts back.

"Why don't Harrison and Emily go to the nearest Walmart and buy better fake rings." I suggest, not wanting their banter to get out of control. "They are going to be cheaper than real ones and probably sturdier than any of the ones we would find in a coin machine." I look over my shoulder at Emily, "You know what kind of things I like, so I won't worry too much."

"And I remember your size, so that works too." Emily stands and stretches, "Plus it'll give you two sometime to figure out what caused you two to get married."

"We'll be back then." Harrison adds, standing and slipping his phone in his pocket. "What size ring are you Tom?" Harrison looks at Tom, who shrugs.

"I have no clue, mate."

"Just take his current ring, and we can just have the jeweler help us," Emily groans. Tom slips off the ring and hands it to Harrison before the two leave, leaving Tom and I alone.

I lean back so I'm no longer sitting sideways on the couch. "What do you want the story to be? Do we want it big and elaborate, or just simple?" I ask, tilting my head to look at him.

"Simple, so that way I can remember it, just no love at first sight bullshit, please."

"Okay," I laugh, rubbing my hands together. "How about, you and I met at the bar. You came over and pretended to be my boyfriend when some drunkard was trying to get me to come up to his room with him."

"We end up talking and find out we have a connection or have stuff in common?" He suggests.

"Yeah, then we have a little more to drink, just to make the story a little more believable." I chuckle and shrug, " And we both decide to get hitched."

"And of course, stupid me posts the damn picture to social media instead of keeping it a secret because the world must know of my newest accomplishment." He exclaims excitedly waving his hands in front of him in emphasis.

I laugh at his comment. "Perfect, we have our cover story."

"Yay," he says halfheartedly, he looks at me and for some reason we both laugh. "Well, I am thankful for one thing." He adds.

"What's that?"

"That the person I accidentally married happens to actually want to work with me instead of making this the most difficult thing ever."

"I mean, we could suffer together or make the most of it. And hey," I half-heartedly punch his shoulder, "We could become the bestest of friends in the end." That makes him smile. After a few minutes, I make another very important realization. "Um, Tom?" He looks at me to show that I have his undivided attention. "Where are we going to live? 'Cause I may have just graduated, that's the reason I'm in Vegas, but I start a job in like a month." He purses his lips and furrows his eyebrows.

"Hmm," he muses. "Well, I guess I am going to have to move in with you-"

"Yeah, we'll have to figure that out."

"Why do you say it like that?"

I look down not wanting to see the judgement in his eyes. "Because I still live with my parents, I went to a community college that was close to my house so I didn't have to worry about my own place."

"That's really smart," I look up at him to see him smiling. "I mean, it's amazing that they let you live with them so you could focus on school."

"Yeah, it really helped."

"Then it looks like your first taste of real freedom won't be as fun as it would be if you were alone."

"Nah, I honestly don't like being in a place by myself." I confess, running a hand through my hair. "I probably would have bought a dog, like less than a week moving in."

"Well, then I am glad to help you on your transition." He enthuses, making me smile. The two of us go back and forth talking about what needs to be discussed before Emily and I leave tonight, since her and I fly home the following morning. The sound of the door causes us to pull back from our current positions.

"Sounds like you two are making the most of the situation." Harrison boasts, throwing a bag at the two of us. Inside is a plain silver ring for Tom and a single studded, silver ring for me.

"Did I do good (Y/N/N), or did I do good?" Emily enthuses as she pretends to pull on a pair of suspenders.

"You know me so well, Em." I smile, then look at Tom. "Do you have scissors? I can cut the tag off of both of them then we can check and see if there is anything else we need to discuss."

"Yeah, let me grab them for you." He stands and begins to walk away before turning and puts his hand out. "Why don't I just take them then I can cut them."

"Smart." I whisper handing him the rings as he disappears into the small kitchen.

"You two figure everything out?" Harrison says perched on the arm of an armchair.

"Yup, we have our story. Tom is going to come live in (W/Y/L). I have as much information I need to fix all my paperwork once I get back, and we discussed that the only people that are going to know that this is a ruse are you two and Curtis." Tom walks back and hands me the marriage certificate and goes to hand me the ring, but stops. "What?" I giggle,

Tom laughs and gets down on one knee in front of me, which only causes me to laugh more. "Will you, (Y/N) Holland, take me as your partner in this ruse for the next three months?" He asks, trying his damnedest not to laugh, but fails in the end.

"I surely will." I reply giving him my left hand to slip the ring on. The two of us laugh harder until Emily interrupts.

"I hate to be a Debbie Downer, but (Y/N) and I need to finish packing."

"She does have a point," I sigh, slowly rising before walking to the door with the boys following. "I'll see you guys later, I guess."

"Have a safe flight." Tom says before awkwardly pulling me into a hug.

I hug him back causing him to relax, "I'll talk to you later." I say as a pull away, "I might need some advice talking to my parents."

"That's a worry for another day. Have a good night."

Emily and I wave one last time before walking back to the parking garage. She removes the tag and takes it back inside as I wait in the car. Well, at least everything is sorted out, now the next problem is telling my family what happened, because this secret can't just stay in Vegas.

Part 3 

[youngerdrgrey]

charlena + it wasn't supposed to be like this orrr any combo of chidi/eleanor/tahani/real!eleanor + riding unicorns sounds like a wonderful time... in theory.

a/n: going with option a + idk what time basketball games end bc I don’t pay enough attention + I apologize for the amount of Davis mentions in this

Davis gets his fifth ring. His ring, since it’s no longer an accomplishment that Charley gets to share with him. His, because he decided that being the team pimp was more important than the marriage that built him. His –

She hasn’t hiccuped since ring number two. Drunk off the most expensive champagne they could find and high off the rush of this actually happening again. They’d tucked Micah away with a sitter, and he’d spun her in his arms at a rooftop bar until the only thing that didn’t blur were his eyes. The only thing that made sense was him. Them. This.

She hiccups now. Her hand jumps to cover her mouth before another slips out, before she can draw any more attention to how drunk she is in public. Nova keeps staring at her, like she’s going to break, but she’s done breaking over Davis. She’s done letting the men in her life shatter her every time they decide that they want to be absolutely everything for someone else.

Only thing is, the camera keeps cutting to Davis and Micah, cheering and bouncing on the court. Micah’s only a head shorter than Davis now. His cheeks more narrow, and his temperament slowly turning into his father’s.

“I’ll be back.” Charley pushes off the couch. Hollywood opens his mouth to say something, but she shakes her head. “I’m fine. Really.” She grabs her phone as she heads out of the living room and straight on out of Vi’s house.

She has an interview scheduled for next week that’s supposed to talk about what it’s like being named one of the most influential women of the year. She’s got two hundred dollars on them asking her about Davis’ win now. Maybe they’ll phrase it nicely. Maybe they’ll wax poetically about the dreams she had for herself and her family before she started the mill. ‘They’re still coming true without you,’ the reporter will say, ‘Micah must be thrilled.’ And she’ll have to be gracious and supportive. She’ll have to smile and say that she’s happy that Davis accomplished what he’d set out to do, and that she hopes that he can continue to be a good father to Micah now that he has a bit more freedom in what he wants to do with his life. And they’ll stare at her face like her foundation’s set to crack. They’ll stare so hard she can’t stare back without un-focusing her contacts, and she really, really doesn’t want to do the interview anymore.

Her phone jumps in her hand. Micah probably. She flips it over.

From Lena Evans // 11:13 pm

She blinks. It must be the alcohol. Lena doesn’t text her, not anymore. But Charley opens the message anyway.

From Lena Evans // 11:13 pmLena: He really did itLena: And they said he needed Felix to do it

Felix left after a year in New Orleans. Lena left him not long after.

From Charley Bordelon // 11:14 pmCharley: Felix holds people back

From Lena Evans // 11:14 pmLena: So does DavisLena: His singer’s barely trending online

Charley snorts. His singer girlfriend who he dates for a few months before breaking it off so he can be with somebody else. This young girl who smiles at him like she’s going to do something Charley couldn’t. Even Micah feels bad for her. He comes home talking like, ‘It’s sad, Mom, and she keeps coming back to him. He’s not going to change.’ Davis just gets better at it.

From Charley Bordelon // 11:15 pmCharley: I don’t know if I want to talk about him

She really has spent enough of her life on him.

From Lena Evans // 11:15 pmLena: We don’t have toLena: But I would like to talk again

Charley settles on Violet’s porch swing.

From Charley Bordelon // 11:16 pmCharley: You would?

It comes off needy in text form. She wants to say it with a smirk like she used to. Maybe with her on one side of a tall table and Lena on the other. Charley could say it half to her champagne glass, but her eyes could be on Lena as she does it. When other people look down on her, Charley only shines brighter. 

Charley: You could say you missed me.

There. That’s forward enough that she can achieve the same result. Trip Lena up on the other end. She still follows Lena on social media – Twitter, Instagram – and Lena’s doing better on the gram than anything else. She’s got the smile for it. Dazzling white teeth that stun Charley into submission. Eyes she can drown in.

From Lena Evans // 11:17 pmLena: What would I miss, Charley? We weren’t exactly close. Last time you saw me, you were threatening me.

Charley threatens everyone.

From Charley Bordelon // 11:18 pmCharley: If you didn’t like it, then why msg me

She should’ve spelled it out, but her phone screen doesn’t exactly stay in focus for long right now. Maybe they should talk on the phone instead. They haven’t talked in years. Nothing more than a well meaning like or retweet. A direct message in reply to Lena’s Instagram post to announce the divorce. Does she sound the same as she used to?

From Lena Evans // 11:19 pmLena: I don’t know

From Charley Bordelon // 11:19 pmCharley: you dk?

From Lena Evans // 11:21 pmLena: I still look for you on the sidelines sometimes, and I wake up on game days and get ready like the whole world’s gonna be watching me. I normally don’t even remember that I’ve got nowhere to be until I’ve got eyelashes in my hand.Lena: It’s dumb

Charley still watches post-game interviews, still had her March Madness bracket to go against Hollywood’s. It’s not dumb to miss it. It’s not ridiculous to resort to autopilot and expect things to still be good.

From Charley Bordelon // 11:22 pmCharley: It’s human

From Lena Evans // 11:22 pmLena: Well, we mere mortals feel like that every once in a while.

Charley scoffs.

From Charley Bordelon // 11:23 pmCharley: I feel tooCharley: You’ve seen it

Lena doesn’t respond though. There’s no typing bubbles, and Charley’s shown emotion to Lena before. Yes, she’s normally playing Lena when they interact, but that’s what Charley had to do back then. Lena tried using her just as much. 

Lena propositioned Charley for that reality show, and she barely batted an eye at the concept that her husband could’ve actually been involved in what happened with Milena.

Charley calls her. The phone only rings twice before Lena answers, which gives Charley enough time to breathe before snapping. “Don’t even think of acting like I’m above emotion, okay? I feel. I hurt just as much as you do.”

“I never said you didn’t.”

“So the mere mortals comment wasn’t a crack at me?” Charley waits for a response that doesn’t come. “You want a punching bag, go somewhere else.”

“Wait!” Lena’s voice comes out harried. She gulps a little too close to her phone’s mic. “I…. Don’t you remember when we talked about this day? We said we’d rush the court, and all four of us would celebrate after. We’d go on a yacht for the day. We’d party like the boys never have to go back. We’d—“

“Be free.” Charley sinks so deep into the swing that it rocks. They were supposed to be a little unit then. “What did we say? Skinny dipping off the yacht?”

Lena laughs. “Go live on Periscope but tastefully film the whole thing.”

Charley laughs too. “I don’t know how we’d manage that.”

“We could figure it out.” A breath follows her words. Then, Lena clears her throat. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this. That’s all. And I do miss you, Charley.”

It might be the alcohol talking, or maybe her own loneliness. “Come visit?”

Another breath. “I’m actually… I’m staying at the W again. In the city.”

She’s in town. She’s close enough that they could be together in hours. But what would that look like? Would it be old friends catching up? More bottles and swapping stories about the husbands they left, or would it be more like, well, figuring out how to film on their own? Charley’s never — she was with Davis, then with Remy, and now, this would be something completely different. If Lena even wants it to be that way. She could be over her little crush by now.

Lena talks over the silence. “It wouldn’t have to be anything, if you’re not comfortable. I know that you’re not really —“

“I don’t know what I am.” Okay, that comes out sadder than Charley wants it to. More introspective and reflective. She’s never had the opportunity to really explore anything with a woman before. She’s not even one hundred percent sure she wants to explore with Lena. Sure, Lena is beautiful, and adoring, the sort of girl who would do anything Charley wanted without putting up much of a fight. 

“I could help you figure it out. Maybe find some new dreams.”

It’s not the alcohol that makes her stomach flip. “Give me an hour.” Enough time to say goodnight to the family, order a ride since she can’t drive herself. “Wait for me?”

Lena sighs on her end. “Of course. Yes. Yeah, I’ll be here.“

.

.

[vikab]

p5 thoughts

After having drawn so much fanart of p5 (most of it being Yusuke) before the game even came out, even with my hype when I started playing on the release date, I only FINALLY finished persona 5 OTL

Below will be my mini-review and thoughts on the game?? spoilers are gonna here on the entire game

Total playtime - 87 hours 40 minutes

OK this is gonna be disorganized mess but i will try to be .. not messy Story: The story unfortunately was very weak :(  Like the game had an AMAZING start and it was tackling really important issues. I really started to care about Ryuji and Ann and their goals. Then Yusuke joins and I thought the game was just heading in perfect direction. Then I felt off during Kaneshiro’s arc as Makoto did not really feel .. really into the whole PT thing?? sorry Makoto fans i love her but she felt rly overrated... anyway Futaba’s arc no doubt was my favorite but then the game really started falling apart. like lets not talk about the whole series of events that were Morgana leaving the team that was straight up BAD. the pacing picked up a bit for the Casino dungeon and it was really intense then its Shido and thing kinda... fell back into this weird pacing ... Ah yes, let’s just wait 20 days to see if Shido has a change of heart or we die. After that the pacing was still all over the place then the huge plottwist happens. I knew about it but still liked it! The last arc had on point emotions and feels so it felt like a good ending to the game.  SEVERE PACING ISSUES KILL THE GAME FOR ME THOUGH.   I get that they still wanted the calendar system but honestly i dont think it worked any huge favors for the game . .. anyway yeah the game started amazing then dropped close to death then picked up again but not as good as the beginning Characters: I have not managed to finish a lot of confidants so near the end the parts where confidants help out it was .. very lacking lol .. . if that part wasnt so depended on the confidants that you have finished.... But overall the characters were good. Pacing of the story and the story itself did not do any justice to them I think and it feels bad bc everyone had so much potential but having a big cast it was obvious that not everyone was getting the attention they deserved Ryuji - good bro and I loved him but the middle part of the game and the constant “we gotta get the girls!” moments were so . . ugh ...  confidant rank and beginning of game ryuji was absolute best though Ann - same goes for her as with ryuji that the beginning of the game was best characterization moment for her. I liked her a lot and she’s pretty bro for female heroine! but the constant fanservice kills me guys Morgana - boy did i dislike morgana for the most of the game. he really felt like teddie 2.0 at times and i just did not have a lot motivation to like him. Last arc of the game tho?? i love morgana??? i wanna cry tbh those parts near the end really resonated with me so my final verdict is that i like morgana a lot now Yusuke - I LOVE THIS BOY. while i get the beef that people have with his recruitment arc (the whole nude modeling thing) I thought it was ok since my interpretation is that he was just pissed and really needed that inspiration he found in ann but idk. otherwise his arc was good but goddamn fuck you atlus for continuously treating him like a weirdo?? PT is supposed to be a gang of misfits and yet even the teammates keep treating him like a weirdo. . that was just really bad like come on  let me kiss yusuke and feed him. also will never forgive atlus for not letting yusuke move into leblanc. He’s a very good character and very level-headed so i love him sm. he has really great moments Makoto - I liked her a lot! i do think she’s a bit overrated and that she doesn’t fit well with PT but I think that’s just the issue with Atlus pacing of the story, because her issues during her recruitment were really good (as in i did feel like she would fit into PT well) Futaba - I LOVE THIS GIRL!! I played with jpn dub which I think does much better justice to her characterization. Her entire arc was so so good and I felt like she was a really solid character going through growth. her confidant was very very good. She has a lot of funny moments and I love her antics with Yusuke. they are the blessed characters of this game. too good for this game. Haru - love her too!!!! she was so nice and sweet but damn atlus did not do her justice at all. she is the “last” party member to join and it is so sad she does not get a lof interaction with PT. like I wish PT interacted with her somehow throughout the game before she joins, be it like help her out sometimes or something bc they go to same school so when she joins later the team dynamic can easily accept her. Goro - we dont talk about goro jk but honestly he was handled bad. his link was automatic and I get why but his initial personality just makes me hate him a lot. he was cool as a party member but not for long. I expect him to appear in spinoffs bc wtf was that ending for him goddamn atlus. i like a lot his potential as a character but everything else? hate Sae was for me quite funny during the interrogation (when you start the confidant parts) but after her casino her involvement in the story I really ended up liking Sae. she’s good Also gonna mention Sojiro bc i love that coffee dad. His dynamic with Futaba and protagonist was extremely good!!! such a solid family. I loved that he finds out the truth and how he handled it. love u sojiro Speaking of protagonist, I really really really wish atlus would ease up on the “silent protagonist” a bit more. for a game as huge as this, the silence does not do justice to the protagonist. idk i just wish there would have been a bit more voice to him and solid characterization other than some off-hand comments that imply the underlying personality. i get the whole “self-insert” part but it sucks stop putting it in games Overall character summary: pacing sucked so characterization suffered a lot. a lot of characters don’t get their time to shine and while I love them a lot it really sucks to see how they were treated. Pacing ruined a lot of things including team dynamic. Palaces: (in chronological order) Kamoshida/Castle - IT SUCKED I HATE IT. being the first freaking dungeon it sure was extremely hard and damn long. also not knowing about the calling car system really hurt lmao. i just hate this dungeon and i got stuck there a lot too Madarame/Art Museum - THE BEST ONE! Honestly I think it is the only palace that really did feel like a heist! It is a very beautiful palace and im probably also biased bc its Yusuke’s arc but this palace was legit fun to get through. Kaneshiro/Bank - it was ok, good music. i don’t really feel much for it and I was just mostly annoyed how long the vault part was. Futaba/Pyramid - I loved it  a lot too! 10/10 music I had a lot of annoyances with coffin shadows and the puzzles for a bit but overall the music and aesthetics really made the palace work well with the story Okumura/Spaceship - we don’t talk about the “lunch break” parts.... overall it was ok and I liked its aesthetic. also the implications about the workers there was good sad material. Sae/Casino - 10/10 music. overall i disliked it a lot bc some of the parts really dragged and I hated gambling in there to progress. Shido/Ship - 10/10 music. overall i liked it / it was ok. the mouse mechanic was a bit fun, the last part being ... 3 boss fights in a row without saving was sure something. 10/10 creepy outside aesthetic of sunken city. Mementos Depths - not to be confused w/ p3/4 style dungeon we know as mementos (which were pretty much mindless fun to progress thru), the depths was ... so good. mostly for the creepy aesthetic 10/10 would suffer again. the music track Freedom and Security, that plays during goro’s bad end credits, plays as the theme for this dungeon and jeez did it make me feel so emo. the parts where you can talk to locked up people who are apathetic to the world just gave me depression and i loved it.. . i didnt really like the later part of it (when tokyo merges with mementos) To rank the palaces overall its:  Art museum > Mementos Depths > Pyramid >> Ruse Cruise > Spaceship > Casino > Bank >>>>>> Castle Gameplay mechanics were very solid and fun. Movement a bit could be clunky (or that’s what i felt like) and stealth mechanic in dungeons was ok. The gameplay has A LOT of attention to detail and i appreciated it a lot. UI was cluttered but it worked and was quite Aesthetic. I think the game would have benefited if the stats weren’t so important to the social aspect or if the calendar system was revamped. Final boss imo was not as bad as P4 but still ... sucked. P3′s final boss fight is still ultimately my favorite. P5 comes close but once again, pacing issues. Protagonist summoning freaking Satanael was cool af though. Honestly my big issue with P5 was the PACING that made the story and characters suck a lot of times but overall the game was extremely solid and memorable.  Of the persona entries i played i think P5 is special so I can’t really rank it. I am really attached to the game despite its heavy flaws that kill me. P3 and P2 are still quite my favorites but P5 is like really close to them so I guess it’s a fave too i love those phantom thieves