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sugarlywhispers · 2 days ago

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b.katsuki + quirkless!gf gets attacked by villians

☆— fem reader, suggestive -not completely smut but something similar- emotional sexual tension(?) idk, man🙈

☆—a/n; so, in between the new fic that's draining my mind lately lol i have finished this little piece i have had in my draft for A WHILE🤭 i wanted to make it part of the Fuckin' Marry Me Series, however i liked the way it went like this, so i'm not gonna change it. you're free to decide if you want to imagine it in that world tho😉

Bakugou Katsuki is… surprised. Very much so.

He honestly thinks he has never been this surprised before.

There you are, looking tough and proud and brave –so fucking hot if he has anything to say about it. When you shouldn't.

Don't get him fucking wrong, he does believe that women can be brave and all. Fuck, there are a bunch of Heroes that are women who are fearless and deadly. The prime example of that is Mirko, his third favorite hero after All Might and Jeanist. But if his experience with civilians, mostly women, has taught him something, it’s that they aren’t so… strong, mentally and emotionally, after the incident happens. And this is not him fucking judging, fuck you. This is more statistics. And commonly, women would be ones going through a harsh fucking breakdown if they had gone through what you just did.

Here's what happened.

You and Bakugou had been together for almost a year already and it had been… fucking magical.

Yes, he will fucking describe it like that because, damn, you had shown him how good it feels to be loved and cherished, and fuck, he isn't a fucking coward, he will admit that he is head over heels in love with you. You both had been so enraptured inside a bubble of love, cutesy bullshit and all annoyingly gorgeous pink, that Bakugou really didn't see the big fucking storm coming.

His day began as hectic as any other day at his agency. But it was close to the afternoon, while he was revising a new case outside the city with Deku that he received that phone video call. It was from an unknown number. Normally, he would ignore it. But he accepted it this time, don’t ask him why.

The image that appeared on his phone's screen made him mad –real mad– and completely terrified at the same time.

You were kneeling on a dirty floor, tied up, hands and legs behind your back, tape over your mouth. You looked angry, with tears streaming down your face and sweaty. That infuriated Katsuki even more.

"If you want her back, you know what to do Dynamight," a fucking distorted voice said before ending the call.

It didn't take much for him and Deku to find the fucking bastards, hiding in an old abandoned factory not so far from the city. To summarize it, they were stupid brats beginning their careers as villains, now, of course, continuing it in jail. Dynamight had captured others from the same group when they attacked a technology corporation, so they wanted their stupid little friends free. That's why they kidnapped you.

The biggest fucking mistake they could ever have done.

After that, while you were being treated by the nursing team, Dynamight and Deku were watching the camera records around the place and at the entrance of the factory, and they were… impressed. They were watching how you gave them hell in trying to make you cooperate and enter the factory. You were kicking, screaming, scratching, insulting them with a colorful language that not even Katsuki knew you were able to speak. Even though you were Quirkless, damn, you did give them a fight. It was even clearer when you kicked one of them in the balls so hard that both heroes heard the painful kick.

Fucking ouch!

So, back to the present, he is very surprised as he looks at you entering the apartment with your head held high. Not one tear, no breakdown, no fear in your eyes. Just annoyance. You still sigh because it's been a hell of a tiring day.

"Do you… Do you need my help to…" He can't finish the sentence. What he means is if you need help to bathe or shower. You said on the car ride back home that you were going to get one as soon as you crossed the entrance door to the apartment.

It's not like he hasn't seen you naked already, you have had lots of fun already together, but he knows that during these events people tend to prefer privacy. Isolation even. But when he asked you in the car if you needed to be alone, you said you wanted him to stay with you.

So he is gonna stay the night… and all nights you ask of him.

"I'm fine, Katsuki," you smile, so bright and so cute it's a harsh contrast to how messed up you look with your hair tangled, some cuts over your face, and some parts of your clothes torn.

It hurts his heart seeing you like this. A constant pressure over his chest he can't soothe away, no matter how many times he repeats in his head that you are safe.

He looks down at his hands as he says, "I'm sorry."

"What for?" You chuckle gently as you walk closer to him and grab one of his hands, fingers interlacing with his. "If I remember correctly, you saved me."

He exhales a small sarcastic snort through his nose, "The reason they fuckin’ got you in the first place was because of me."

You shake your head, still smiling and looking at him like he's the most perfect man on earth, which Katsuki knows he isn't.

You're looking into each other's eyes when you say, "You think I didn't know what I was getting myself into when I accepted that first date?"

Bakugou Katsuki is out of words. He doesn't know how to answer back, because the only thing he wants to do is kiss you so strongly it might hurt you. Hug you so strongly that it may combine both bodies into one. So he stays still, holding back his need for you, while you stand on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek before walking towards the bathroom. He takes a deep breath. Fuck. He loves you so fucking much its driving him insane.

He was going to talk to you, to make you see how dangerous it actually was to be with him. He was going to convince you to break up, for your safety. Fuck! If he had been two minutes late today, he doesn't want to think of what could have happened.

But he can’t. Bakugou Katsuki is such a selfish bastard that he can’t tell you to break up with him. He wants you. He needs you. Katsuki fucking loves you so much he can’t breathe without you. So he won’t.

Katsuki shuts his eyes.

This never should have happened. He should’ve seen it coming, yet he didn’t, and that scares him to death.

The thought of losing you makes his chest ache like it’s splitting open.

So he makes a silent vow, a determined promise: Never again.

He’ll train harder. Watch closer. Be better. Protect you from everything and everyone.

No matter what it costs him, he’ll keep you safe.

Because you’re his entire world. Because he loves you with every fiber of his being, and he’s never giving up on you. Not to fear. Not to fate. Not to anyone.

He is so concentrated stirring the soup in the oven a couple of hours later, he doesn't hear you when you enter the kitchen. He realizes you're there when he sees you jump to sit over the counter through the peripheral vision of his eyes.

"That smells good," you comment, a soft and delicate curve of your mouth in the form of a smile that makes him go weak on the knees for you, as you move back and forth with your little bare feet. You're so freaking cute he wants to bite you.

He smirks when he finally sees how you're dressed. It's one of his t-shirts that are so big on you it functions more as a dress. He wonders if there's something else underneath. Or not. This last idea makes him hungry, and not specifically for food.

That's also when he notices the purple and reddish marks on the inside of your thighs and along your legs. He feels his blood boil like the soup he's done cooking. He should have killed those bastards.

Katsuki takes a deep breath before turning off the oven and walking til he's standing between your open legs. Your eyebrows are up, kind of surprised by the sudden proximity, but it is not unwelcome.

He doesn't say anything as he starts to drop down to the floor until he's kneeling, eyes still locked on yours. His mouth then starts a slow and gentle path from your shin, pecking your skin as he ascends to the inner side of your knee, coincidentally kissing around each mark this dreadful day has left on you. Always softly, doing his best in never putting too much pressure to make it hurt again, but enough for you to understand that he is sorry you got each and every one of them.

Your breathing quickens, eyes never leaving his face. A face that shows how concentrated he is now in his task, with his eyes closed as his mouth climbs towards your inner thighs. A small noise, almost like a breathed moan, leaves your mouth when his tongue touches your skin.

His breath brushes against your skin, warm and reverent, and the sound of it nearly undoes you. His hands, calloused but careful, anchor themselves at your hips as his lips reach the tender flesh of your inner thigh. There’s a tremble in his touch, but not from hesitation. You recognize it immediately. It’s restraint. Every part of him is tensed, like he is being extremely conscious of every move of his. You know then, he doesn’t want to scare you away, and that thought warms your heart.

“Katsuki…” Your voice is a breath, half plea, half warning, but he just shakes his head against you.

“I know, Firefly,” he murmurs, the rumble of his voice caresses your skin, softened by guilt and affection. “I know you’re hurt. I’m not gonna push. But let me take care of you, please…”

Bakugou Katsuki never begs. But he does. For you, only for you.

He leans in again kissing the spot just above the last bruise, and then another, slow and deliberate, as if he’s memorizing every mark this day has etched into your body. Every kiss is an apology, every breath he draws is laced with the fury he holds back. Not at you, never at you. But at the world that dared touch you like this.

You reach for him, threading your fingers through his messy hair, grounding both of you. He exhales, a low sound that vibrates against your thigh, as his eyes close for a moment. Enjoying your touch. Like your touch is all he needs to survive.

When he finally looks up, red eyes meeting yours, the heat there is unmistakable. But so is the tenderness, the love that rarely expresses out loud, yet it’s unquestionable that he feels for you.

“You tell me when to stop,” he says, voice thick. “I’ll go slow. I’ll stop. I’ll just hold you. Whatever you need me to. But I need to show you… Need you to feel it. That you’re still here, that I’ve got you.”

And with that, he travels back up your body, peppering kisses along the way until he’s hovering over you, foreheads touching, breath mingling. His hand cradles your cheek, thumb brushing gently beneath your eye, and for a long moment, all he does is look at you. Eyes so focused on you, you can feel the burn, but his body still.

“Let me make you feel safe again, Firefly…”

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blissfulflw · 2 days ago

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ghostface!ningselle x fem!reader....?

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𝐷𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑇𝑜𝑛𝑒

Pairing- Ning Yizhou (NingNing) x Uchinaga Aeri (Giselle) x fem reader

Genre- Dark romance, angst

Word count- 7170

A/N: I got a tiny bit carried away mb, but lmk if yall want a part 2 cause I don’t come to play about horror esp Ghostface.

You didn’t mean to answer the phone.

It was instinct, muscle memory, maybe even boredom. The screen was dark, caller ID blank. You were halfway through a study guide on criminal profiling, eyelids heavy, the coffee on your desk long cold. The ringing cut through the silence like a scalpel.

“Hello?” Your voice was soft, distracted.

Static. A breath.

Then, a voice. Feminine. Cool.

“You shouldn’t answer calls this late, you know.”

You froze.

“Excuse me?” you asked, more annoyed than afraid.

“What if it wasn’t me on the other end? What if it was someone… dangerous?”

The line crackled.

You swallowed. Something about the voice tickled the edge of familiarity—too calm. Amused.

You hung up.

_____

The next day, Aeri met you outside the lecture hall, cheerful as ever, iced matcha in one hand, your favorite granola bar in the other.

“Rough night?” she asked, brushing your hair behind your ear like she always did—casual, intimate, and a little too practiced.

You nodded, grabbing the drink with a tired smile. “Random creeper called me at 2 a.m. Nothing major.”

Aeri’s smile flickered. Almost imperceptibly.

“Oh?” she said, too lightly. “Creepy how?”

“Just… said something weird. About being dangerous.” You laughed, trying to shake off the unease.

Aeri tilted her head, watching you too closely. “Maybe they know you like danger.”

You blinked. “What?”

She grinned. “Nothing. Just saying—you’re into all that true crime stuff, right? Maybe your little ghost story’s just a fan.”

You were about to respond when your phone buzzed again.

Unknown number. One new message.

Do you trust her?

Your blood ran cold.

Aeri’s voice cut through the silence again. “You okay?”

She leaned in.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

_____

Yizhou’s POV:

The night is patient. She is not.

She watches you from the rooftop.

Third floor. South-facing window. Curtains drawn, but the glow from your desk lamp spills through the crack just enough. Just enough to see the outline of your silhouette—legs tucked under you, head tilted, eyes scanning the page.

You never remember to lock your window.

Yizhou’s gloved fingers rest on the edge of her mask, tilting it up just enough to breathe. The cool wind brushes across her cheek. The night hums with static, restless and soft. Below her, the world sleeps. But her attention is locked on only one thing.

You.

The first time she saw you, you were asking a question in class. Too curious. Too bold. Like someone who wanted to dissect danger but didn’t know what to do when it looked back.

You fascinated her. Like a lamb studying wolves.

And then Aeri noticed you too.

Yizhou’s lips press into a thin line. Aeri always has a way of making herself welcome—warm hands, soft eyes, voice like a lullaby laced with arsenic. She’s good at being what people want.

But Yizhou knows what people need.

And you—sweet, lonely, easily fascinated—you needed someone to show you the truth. The line between fear and longing. Between the hunted and the chosen.

So she called. Just once. Enough to make your pulse skip. Enough to remind you: someone’s watching.

And then she let Aeri move in. Like bait.

They don’t compete. Not really. Aeri seduces. Yizhou haunts. It’s a system. A pattern.

But lately, Aeri’s gotten too close. Touches you too often. Laughs too easily.

She thinks you’ll choose her.

She doesn’t understand yet: this isn’t about choosing.

It’s about surrendering.

Yizhou pulls out her phone. Gloved fingers tap out a message, slow and deliberate.

Do you trust her?

She hits send and watches as your head snaps toward your phone. Watches you freeze.

Then she sees Aeri lean in behind you. Sees your shoulders tense.

And just for a moment—just a flicker—she sees the exact look she wanted.

Fear.

Perfect.

Your POV:

You tried to ignore the message.

Tried to pretend it was a prank, a one-off, a bored creep fishing for a reaction. But your hands shook as you locked your phone, and you couldn’t stop thinking about the way Aeri was watching you as you read it—like she already knew.

“Did something happen?” she asked, gently, almost too gently.

You lied.

“No. Just a meme. Stupid.”

She hummed, unconvinced, but let it go.

_____

Later that night, you locked your windows. For once.

But sleep wouldn’t come. The apartment felt too quiet. Your own heartbeat echoed in your ears. You tried reading. Music. Scrolling. Nothing worked.

So you called Aeri.

She came over in ten minutes flat, hoodie half-zipped and cheeks flushed from the cold.

“You look like hell,” she said, kicking off her shoes. She tossed you a blanket, then curled up beside you like it was her bed too. Like this was normal.

You didn’t push her away.

“I think someone’s messing with me,” you whispered eventually, voice small.

Aeri’s gaze didn’t waver. “Like… stalking you?”

You nodded. “I got a message. They knew I was with you.”

Her hand slid around your wrist, thumb brushing the edge of your palm. “You didn’t tell anyone else, right?”

“No. Just you.”

A pause.

“Good,” she said softly. “You should keep it that way.”

You turned to look at her. “What?”

Aeri smiled, that perfect, disarming curve of her lips. “I just mean… people panic. You don’t want the cops involved unless it’s serious. I can keep you safe.”

Something about the way she said it didn’t sit right.

You didn’t know it then, but a block away, behind the abandoned convenience store, Yizhou was watching your window.

She saw the second Aeri arrived. Saw her let herself in. Saw you hesitate before opening the door.

She had a knife tucked into her boot. She didn’t take it out.

Not tonight.

Aeri was playing her part.

But soon, you’d start asking the right questions.

And when you did?

Yizhou would be waiting.

_____

Two days later

_____

You told yourself it was fine.

You weren’t being followed. The texts stopped. Maybe it was just a prank.

Still, you started walking home a different way. Longer, through more crowded streets. You kept your keys between your fingers and your headphones out. You even started carrying pepper spray.

But that feeling? That prickle on the back of your neck?

It never left.

It started again on a Thursday.

You were back from class early. Aeri had practice. You finally had a few hours alone.

The apartment was still, sun cutting clean lines across the floor.

Then, you noticed it—barely there.

A piece of paper tucked beneath your front door.

Not junk mail. Not a flyer.

Your name was written across the front in black ink. Neat. Deliberate.

Just your first name. No last. No address. No return.

You stared at it for a long time before you opened it.

Inside: a photo.

Low resolution. Slightly grainy. But unmistakable.

It was you. Sitting at your desk. From outside the window.

Your breath caught. You dropped the photo like it burned.

Underneath it, written in the same neat handwriting:

“You’re most beautiful when you’re alone.”

Your phone was in your hand before you realized it. You called Aeri.

She answered on the second ring. “Hey. You okay?”

Her voice was casual. You didn’t know what to say.

“Someone left something at my door.”

A pause.

“What kind of something?”

“A picture. Of me.”

Another pause. “…Shit.”

You expected her to panic. To rush over.

But instead, she sighed. Soft. Almost tired.

“Do you want me to come stay the night?” she asked.

Not What the fuck? or Are you safe?

Just: Do you want me there?

And suddenly, you weren’t sure if you did.

That night, you taped the photo into a notebook. Tucked it under your mattress.

You didn’t know why you kept it.

Maybe part of you wanted to know how close they’d really gotten.

Maybe part of you wanted to feel it again.

That edge of the unknown. That low, electric fear.

Meanwhile, across the alley, high in the shadows of the building across from yours, Yizhou sat cross-legged with a camera resting in her lap.

She didn’t smile.

She didn’t need to.

You’d started keeping her gifts.

And that meant, deep down—you were beginning to want more.

_____

Ningselle POV:

“You’re moving too fast.”

Yizhou’s voice was low, even, echoing slightly off the cracked tile and peeling walls. She leaned against the windowsill, mask in hand, blade on the table beside her. Her gaze never left Aeri.

Aeri, crouched on the floor, was tying a ribbon around a small package—neat, perfect. Your favorite color.

She didn’t look up.

“She’s already scared. That’s good,” Aeri said. “Fear makes people cling.”

Yizhou frowned. “Fear makes people run.”

“Not her,” Aeri countered. She stood slowly, brushing dust off her skirt. “She’s not like the others. She wants to be seen. You felt it too, didn’t you?”

Yizhou didn’t answer.

Aeri walked toward her, light footsteps deliberate. She stopped just close enough. Close enough that Yizhou could smell her perfume—sweet and artificial, like flowers pressed between pages of a book.

“You’re getting territorial,” Aeri murmured. “It’s cute.”

Yizhou’s jaw tensed. “You’re slipping. She’s starting to doubt you.”

Aeri smiled—too wide.

“Good,” she whispered.

That made Yizhou pause.

Aeri leaned in, whispering at the edge of her ear.

“If she’s scared of me… who else does she have to run to?”

Yizhou’s breath hitched—but just for a moment. Her hand twitched toward the knife, but she didn’t pick it up.

Not yet.

“You want her to choose,” Yizhou said quietly. “But I want her to belong.”

Aeri’s smile faltered, just slightly.

Then she stepped back.

“We’ll see,” she said.

And then she was gone, ribbon-wrapped package in hand, skipping like she hadn’t just threatened to unravel the game they’d both built so carefully.

Yizhou stayed behind, staring through the broken glass toward your building.

The mask waited beside her, patient and cold.

She didn’t like sharing.

_____

Your POV:

You found the box on your bed.

Small. Wrapped in pale blue ribbon, the bow tied in a perfect knot. No note. No name.

You hadn’t locked the door.

You stood there for a long time, just staring at it. The apartment was quiet—too quiet. The kind of quiet that made you feel like someone had just left. Like you’d missed something by minutes.

The air felt wrong.

You touched the box with the back of your hand first, half expecting it to be warm. It wasn’t.

Inside: a pair of earrings. Delicate. Silver. Shaped like tiny knives.

Your breath caught.

You’d once mentioned, offhand, how beautiful weapons could be. Aeri had laughed, saying you sounded like a villain.

But now?

Now she’d left you a pair of blades to wear like a secret.

And still—no note.

Just the feeling that someone was watching how you’d react.

That night, Aeri texted you.

You get my surprise?

I saw them and thought of you. Sharp things for sharp girls.

You stared at the message too long before replying.

How did you get in?

I didn’t give you my spare key.

The typing bubble appeared.

Then stopped.

Then again.

Didn’t need one. You always forget the window.

Your blood chilled.

She’d been inside. While you were out. While you were gone.

Maybe while you were asleep.

You didn’t sleep that night.

You left the earrings on the counter, too afraid to throw them out, too afraid to wear them.

Part of you wanted to tell someone.

Part of you wanted to run.

But the worst part—the part you didn’t want to admit?

Part of you liked it.

The attention. The danger. The feeling of being wanted so intensely it bent the rules of reality.

You didn’t know if it was Aeri or someone else.

You just knew this wasn’t about affection anymore.

This was possession.

And you were already halfway theirs.

_____

It was past midnight when you woke to the sound of something outside your window.

Not loud.

Delicate.

Like fingers tapping once, twice—waiting.

You sat up in the dark, your body moving before your mind caught up. The photo under your mattress. The earrings on the counter. The ribbon still tied to the drawer handle. Every moment leading to this felt like a matchstick, lit and dropped, one after the other.

You moved to the window.

And there she was.

Not masked.

Not hiding.

She stood on the fire escape, bathed in shadow and moonlight, one hand braced casually on the railing. Black hoodie. Boots. Gloves. Her face was soft and unreadable—pretty, almost too still. Her gaze locked on you like she’d been looking for years.

And you knew.

You didn’t know her name. But you knew.

She was the one behind the calls. The messages. The photo. The tension in your chest that never let up.

The one who had been haunting the edges of your life like a prayer and a curse all at once.

She didn’t say anything at first.

She just tilted her head, eyes narrowing slightly.

And then she whispered, just loud enough for you to hear through the glass:

“You let her in, but not me?”

Your blood went cold.

You didn’t open the window. But you didn’t move away either.

She watched you like she was memorizing every line of your face. And when you stayed—when you didn’t run—something in her expression shifted. Slightly. A twitch at the corner of her mouth.

She liked that.

“I was going to wait,” she said, still quiet. “Let her play house. Let her spoil you.”

She stepped closer. You could see the sharp line of her jaw now. Her eyes were dark. Hungry.

“But she doesn’t know how to worship you. Not the way I do.”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out.

Yizhou reached into her pocket. Pulled something out. Slipped it through the crack in the window frame.

A small velvet pouch.

Inside?

Your necklace.

The one you’d lost weeks ago. Thought you’d dropped at the gym. You hadn’t even remembered it until now.

She’d had it.

She’d been there.

“I didn’t like seeing her give you gifts,” Yizhou said. “She acts like you’re hers. But you’re not.”

Her voice lowered.

“You’re mine.”

You should’ve slammed the window shut. Called someone. Screamed.

But you didn’t.

You held the pouch in your hand, pulse thundering in your ears.

And Yizhou?

She smiled.

Slow. Possessive. Devoted.

Like she’d finally gotten what she wanted.

_____

The classroom was suffocating, too many students and not enough air. You couldn’t focus. Your notes were scribbled with half-formed thoughts, your eyes darting around, searching, looking for something you couldn’t name. The air was heavy with anticipation—like you were standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing you were about to fall.

And then, just before the professor began speaking, the door opened.

Aeri stepped inside.

She was smiling, a little out of breath, like she’d been rushing. But when her eyes locked on you, the smile softened—becoming something sweeter, more knowing. She made her way toward your desk, her heels clicking with each step, and sat beside you.

“Sorry, I was running late,” she whispered, leaning in close enough for you to catch the scent of her perfume, light but still too sweet. “You good?”

You barely nodded, still unable to fully process the fact that Aeri was sitting right next to you.

But then the door creaked again. This time, it wasn’t the sound of just anyone.

Yizhou walked in.

And for the first time, you saw her without the mask—her dark eyes flicked over the room with a subtle, chilling precision. She wasn’t rushing like Aeri. She was calm, deliberate, as if the space itself bent around her. Every student who tried to make eye contact quickly looked away. She didn’t seem to care for them at all.

She was looking for one person.

You.

And when she found you, the air shifted, just slightly. You felt her presence settle like an invisible weight on your chest.

Aeri’s smile didn’t falter as she turned to look at her, but there was something in her eyes—something possessive, almost taunting. The moment Yizhou stepped fully into the room, Aeri’s hand moved casually, fingers brushing the back of your hand. A touch, a claim. You felt her fingers linger for just a second longer than necessary.

But Yizhou? She didn’t look at Aeri. She didn’t even spare her a glance.

Her gaze never left you. Never wavered.

You were trapped between them.

Aeri noticed it, her eyes flickering from you to Yizhou with a small, knowing smirk. But she didn’t move. Instead, she casually leaned back in her chair, one arm across the backrest, the other still inches away from your skin.

Yizhou, on the other hand, didn’t sit. She lingered by the door, watching you with a dangerous intensity that made it hard to breathe.

After a beat, she spoke, her voice cutting through the noise of the classroom, low enough that only you could hear.

“Are you really going to let her claim you like this?” The words were quiet but edged with something cold, something dark. “You belong to me.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you couldn’t respond—not here. Not in front of everyone. The way she said it—belong to me—had that edge to it, like a threat wrapped in a promise.

Aeri noticed you shift uncomfortably. Her eyes flicked back to Yizhou, narrowing slightly, before she whispered, just loud enough for you to hear, “Don’t listen to her.”

The class had begun, and the professor started talking, but the tension between the three of you thickened with each passing second. It felt like you were the center of some kind of strange, twisted game. Aeri’s fingers were still close to yours, brushing against the back of your hand again. And Yizhou was still standing, not far away—her presence so palpable that it was almost like she was inside your head, whispering without words.

Every student in the room could feel it, though none of them knew why the temperature had dropped so suddenly.

You were caught between them.

Aeri’s hand finally moved away, and she leaned back in her chair, her eyes still on you. Her voice was softer now, but the edge was still there. “It’s your choice. You don’t need to let her pull you in. You don’t need her.”

Yizhou, without missing a beat, took a step forward, her eyes cold and unblinking. “You don’t have a choice.”

The professor called for silence, but the undercurrent of tension stayed. You could feel it in your bones, the pull between them, the competition, the way each one wanted to stake their claim.

But in that moment, you knew—this wasn’t about them anymore.

It was about you.

The class dragged on, but you couldn’t focus on a single word. Your mind kept spiraling between Aeri’s soft, possessive touch and Yizhou’s unwavering gaze. It was like you were being pulled in two opposite directions, one anchored in sweetness and the other in cold, dark desire.

But you didn’t have the courage to speak. Not here. Not with all those eyes on you. You wished you could just disappear. The tension between the three of you was thick enough to cut with a knife.

It wasn’t until the bell rang that the dam finally broke.

Students rushed to gather their things and file out of the classroom. You moved automatically, trying to avoid both of them, but Aeri was faster. She stood up and blocked your path with a hand on your arm.

“I’m not done with you,” she said, her voice calm but laced with something possessive. “Meet me in the hallway.”

Before you could respond, Yizhou was at your side, her presence swallowing the air. She was close—too close—and her breath was cold against your skin. “She won’t keep you safe,” Yizhou said, voice like ice. “I will.”

You looked between them, feeling a heavy knot of fear and confusion in your stomach. Neither of them seemed willing to move.

Aeri’s eyes flicked between you and Yizhou, her lips pulling into a thin, tight smile. She stepped back slightly, just enough to give you space—but the way she watched you, so calmly, so assured, made your heart race. “Don’t let her scare you,” she said softly. “She’s all shadow. I’m real.”

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, you almost believed her.

But Yizhou didn’t flinch. Her gaze was steady, unwavering, the coldness in her eyes deepening. She looked at Aeri with a smirk that made your skin crawl.

“Oh, I’m real, alright,” Yizhou said softly. “More real than you’ll ever be to her.”

Aeri’s smile faltered—just barely—but it was enough. Her eyes turned cold. “You’re not getting her. Not this time. She belongs with me.”

Yizhou stepped closer. “She doesn’t belong to anyone. Especially not you.”

The low growl in Yizhou’s voice sent a shiver through you. It was like they were circling each other, both waiting for the other to make a move, both claiming you in ways that twisted your insides.

The hallway outside the classroom was nearly empty, the distant sound of footsteps fading, but you felt trapped.

You felt like prey.

Suddenly, Aeri reached out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward her, her fingers cold against your skin. “I’ll make sure you’re safe,” she said, her voice a bit too soft. “Trust me.”

Yizhou, watching this unfold, let out a slow breath. She moved quickly, faster than you could react, her hand snaking around your waist and pulling you against her. Her grip was firm, but there was something… possessive about the way she held you.

“You don’t need her to keep you safe,” Yizhou said, her voice dark and low, so close you could feel the warmth of her words. “I am the one who’s been here from the start. I am the one who’s been watching you. She’s just a distraction.”

Aeri’s eyes darkened, a flash of frustration crossing her features, but she didn’t move. Instead, she stepped back, letting her words hang in the air. “You can’t keep her, Yizhou. She’ll choose. And when she does, it won’t be you.”

Yizhou tilted her head, studying Aeri. Her voice was calm, almost too calm. “Is that so?”

For the first time, you saw the glimmer of something dangerous in her eyes—something more than just the cold, detached person you’d seen in the shadows. She wasn’t backing down.

The tension between them was unbearable, thick like smoke.

Your heart raced in your chest. You couldn’t breathe.

Both of them were so close, so intent on you, it was like they forgot about everything else. The whole world shrank down to these three bodies, tangled in a web of desire, manipulation, and competition.

Your breath hitched, and before you knew it, you spoke, your voice shaky. “I… I don’t want this.”

Both of them stopped, but neither let go.

Aeri’s gaze softened—almost too quickly. “You don’t want this?” she asked, almost in disbelief. “You don’t want me?” She reached out, as if to touch your cheek, but the warmth in her eyes was gone, replaced by something darker.

Yizhou, however, didn’t let up. Her grip on your waist tightened. “You don’t get to run from this,” she murmured, voice barely a whisper. “Not now. Not when you know what you are to me.”

Your body trembled between them, the pull of their contrasting desires warping your mind. One offered sweetness, the other offered control. But both wanted the same thing: you.

And right now? You didn’t know if you wanted to run—or fall.

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The streets felt colder than usual, the evening air biting against your skin as you made your way down the familiar sidewalk. You should’ve felt the comfort of home just around the corner, but tonight felt different. Tonight, you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching.

Maybe it was the remnants of the confrontation earlier, the suffocating pull between Aeri and Yizhou still lingering in your chest. You couldn’t stop replaying their words, their actions. The way Aeri had touched you, claiming you in front of Yizhou. The cold, possessive heat in Yizhou’s eyes, daring you to break free from Aeri’s grip.

You didn’t know what you wanted. Part of you wanted to run—leave it all behind, maybe even change your routine. But deep down, you couldn’t ignore the feeling that this pull was something you couldn’t walk away from, no matter how much you tried.

With each step, the feeling of being watched grew stronger. It wasn’t just paranoia—there was a heaviness, like eyes trained on you from every corner. You glanced over your shoulder instinctively, but saw only the usual faceless strangers, their movements a blur in the city’s neon glow.

And yet—something wasn’t right.

From a darkened alley a few streets away, Aeri leaned against the brick wall, her fingers tightly gripping her phone. She’d been following you at a distance, careful not to make her presence known. She watched you, her eyes never leaving your figure as you walked further away from the chaos of the school grounds.

You were hers. She knew that.

And still, the game wasn’t over.

Aeri’s lips curled into a small, satisfied smile. She hadn’t expected Yizhou to challenge her so openly in front of you—but this was far from the end. You would come around. You had to.

She just needed to be patient.

A few blocks away, Yizhou followed, her footsteps silent, her shadow blending seamlessly into the darkness. Unlike Aeri, she wasn’t rushing to close the gap. Instead, she moved with purpose, allowing the distance between you to remain. For now, she was content simply observing.

You were walking right into her hands.

The thrill of the chase was intoxicating, but it wasn’t just about possession anymore. It was about control—about seeing you crack, about watching you question everything, about seeing which one of them you’d choose.

She had her own plan, her own way of getting close. Yizhou had always been patient, always willing to wait for the perfect moment to strike. And tonight, with every step you took in that direction, she felt like she was closer to having you completely.

The darkened streetlights flickered ahead as you neared your apartment building. A sense of foreboding swept over you, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up.

Yizhou slowed her pace, pulling back slightly. She couldn’t risk being seen just yet. But she knew one thing for sure: this was far from over.

You reached the front of your apartment building, your pulse quickening as you realized that something wasn’t right. It felt like the walls were closing in. Your feet dragged a little heavier, the weight of your thoughts pulling you back into the confusion.

There was a shadow in the alley behind you.

You spun around quickly.

But the street was empty.

A brief flash of movement caught your eye from across the road. Aeri, tucked in the shadow of a tree, her figure barely visible in the dim streetlight. Her eyes gleamed in the darkness as she watched you from a distance, but her posture was unnervingly relaxed—almost too calm.

You froze.

Aeri’s lips curled into a soft smirk, but she didn’t move. She didn’t need to. She knew you’d seen her.

It wasn’t the first time she’d done this. She liked making her presence known, letting you know she was close enough to touch—just out of reach, but always there. Always waiting.

But then, as if on cue, another figure stepped out of the shadows.

Yizhou.

Her gaze was intense—hard, dark, and unwavering. Unlike Aeri’s casual approach, there was something lethal about the way she held herself. Yizhou stood tall, her posture sharp, as if she were daring you to do something. Anything.

She didn’t speak at first, just watched you from across the street, her eyes piercing the distance between you like a silent challenge.

Aeri’s gaze flicked toward her, and for a brief moment, there was something almost electric in the air between them. The tension between the two women was palpable, a battle of wills that had yet to fully unfold.

But all of it was still centered on you.

You stood frozen between them, caught in the storm of their conflicting desires, each waiting for you to make the first move. You could feel the weight of their stares pressing down on you.

Your heart hammered in your chest as your eyes shifted between them. It felt like the ground was giving way beneath you, like you were standing at the edge of something you couldn’t control.

And yet, you couldn’t look away.

Aeri’s voice cut through the silence. “You know you can trust me, don’t you?” she called out, her tone smooth, almost tempting. “I’m the one who’ll always be there. You don’t have to choose.”

But before you could respond, Yizhou’s voice sliced through the tension with cold precision. “Don’t listen to her. You don’t belong with someone who’s too afraid to take what she wants.”

Her words were like a spark to dry tinder. They both held their ground, staring each other down, silently fighting for your attention. But you? You were caught in the middle of their game, unsure which way to turn.

You didn’t know what to do. Didn’t know who you could trust—or if you even wanted to trust either of them anymore.

They were both watching.

Both waiting for you to make the next move.

And maybe, just maybe, you were starting to understand that neither of them were going to let you leave this twisted dance without a fight.

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You couldn’t breathe.

The air around you was thick, pressing in on all sides as you stood, backed into the narrow space of an alleyway. Your heart raced in your chest, every beat thumping so loud you feared they could hear it too. But you didn’t have the luxury of thinking anymore. There was only them.

The harsh streetlight above flickered, casting a faint glow over the darkened alley, the shadows bending around you, making the space feel smaller. Both Aeri and Yizhou were too close—too close to run, too close to think, too close to escape.

Aeri was the first to step forward.

Her fingers traced the side of your face with a slow, deliberate motion, her touch light but heavy with intent. You barely had time to register the heat of her body, the intoxicating sweetness of her scent, before her lips were on yours, pressing with soft urgency. Her kiss was warm, confident, as though she had every right to claim you, to mark you with every lingering second.

You didn’t have a chance to pull away. You didn’t even want to. Her lips moved against yours, coaxing, drawing you deeper into her, the taste of her sweet yet dangerous, a perfect blend of control and seduction. Every breath you tried to take was swallowed by the intensity of the kiss, her hands coming up to cup your face, pulling you in closer, her body flush against yours.

But just as the kiss deepened, you felt something else.

A soft breath, followed by the warm, searing sensation of lips brushing your neck.

Yizhou.

You hadn’t heard her move, hadn’t sensed her presence until now, when her lips pressed against the sensitive skin of your neck, her kiss firm and slow, almost as though she was savoring you. The warmth of her breath tickled your skin, sending a rush of heat through your body, making your pulse race. Her hands slid around your waist, pulling you closer, her body pressing firmly against your back, trapping you between them.

The conflicting sensations were too much—Aeri’s kiss on your lips, soft yet insistent, while Yizhou’s lips trailed down your neck, her mouth hot and possessive. You couldn’t think, couldn’t move, the world narrowing down to just them, just the pressure of their bodies, the heat of their touches.

Aeri pulled back slightly, just enough to whisper against your lips, her voice low and seductive. “You’ve been driving me crazy… Don’t think I’ll let you go so easily.”

Before you could respond, Yizhou’s fingers tangled in your hair, tilting your head back so she could press her lips to the delicate curve of your neck again, her kisses more insistent now, leaving hot trails of sensation against your skin. Her teeth grazed lightly over your pulse point, and you couldn’t hold back a shiver, the sensation both thrilling and overwhelming. Her breath was sharp, hungry against your skin as she whispered, “You don’t need to choose. You’re mine.”

Aeri smirked, her hands sliding lower, pressing against your body, her lips claiming yours once again in a bruising kiss. But this time, she pulled you even tighter, her body pushing you harder against the wall, trapping you between her and Yizhou, who was still kissing down your neck, her hands now slipping under your clothes, the touch of her fingers hot and possessive.

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the pressure of their bodies against yours—Aeri’s lips on yours, gentle but demanding, while Yizhou kissed lower, her mouth scorching against your skin. Every part of you felt alive, alive in a way that both terrified and exhilarated you. You couldn’t decide who you wanted more, who you needed more, their touches too much and yet not enough.

Aeri’s hand slipped around to the back of your neck, tugging you toward her again, her kiss more demanding now. She wanted to claim you—she would claim you. Her other hand slid down your body, fingers skimming over the curve of your hip, inching dangerously lower, but you couldn’t think, couldn’t stop her.

And then Yizhou’s lips were on your ear, her voice hushed but full of dark promise. “She doesn’t understand you like I do. She doesn’t see you the way I do.” Her hands, too, slid beneath your clothing, the heat of her touch searing into your skin. Every touch, every kiss, felt like a burn. “I’ll make sure you understand. I’ll show you everything.”

You couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe. You could barely think.

They were both so close, so devouring. Every touch, every kiss, every whisper was a pull toward something you weren’t sure you were ready for. But it was happening now. Both of them. Together.

And you didn’t know how to stop it.

The world was spinning. Every breath you took was shallow, filled with a mixture of confusion and want that you couldn’t control. Their touches—their lips, their bodies—had you trembling, pushing you further into the corner where escape felt impossible.

Aeri’s lips were back on yours, softer now, but the hunger still there, threaded between the gentle kisses. She was in control of this moment, or at least that’s what she wanted you to believe. You could feel the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth as she kissed you, a possessive heat building between you. Her hands were on your sides, dragging you closer, her body flush against yours, pressing you further against the cold, unforgiving brick wall.

But you could feel Yizhou, too. Her presence was a dark, tantalizing force behind you, pulling your body against hers with slow, deliberate pressure. Her hands roamed, skimming over your skin, tracing paths of fire across your neck, your shoulders, your sides. She kissed your skin as though she were tasting it, savoring every inch, every breath you took, her touch burning hotter with each passing second.

“You’re mine, too,” Yizhou’s voice broke through the heat between your kisses, sharp and possessive. Her words were like a demand, a promise—but not a threat. She was simply stating the truth, like she’d been waiting for this moment all along. “Don’t forget that.”

Aeri pulled away from you just slightly, her lips grazing yours with teasing slowness, before her eyes locked with Yizhou’s in a challenging gaze. She didn’t flinch. In fact, her lips curled into a slow, confident smile, as if daring her to do something. Do it, her look seemed to say. Take her, too.

Yizhou didn’t need any more permission. Her fingers slid down your waist, grasping you with possessive strength, before she tilted your chin back, exposing the soft curve of your neck. You barely had time to react before her lips were there again, hot and urgent, trailing the delicate skin with a possessiveness that sent a shiver through your spine.

And that was when it happened.

Aeri slid her hand into your hair, forcing your head back just enough to make sure you couldn’t look away, her eyes darkened by desire. “You think you’re going anywhere?” she whispered, voice thick with a dangerous sweetness. “We’re not letting you go. Not when you’re this perfect, this… ours.”

You felt her lips descend once more onto yours—harder this time, more insistent, and you couldn’t help but melt into her, your body responding before your mind even had the chance to catch up. The pull between the two of them—the way they were marking you, pulling you in every direction, had your mind swirling in a chaotic mix of need and confusion.

And yet, Yizhou’s words had twisted something inside of you, something primal. “You’re mine, too,” she repeated, as her mouth traveled back to your neck, kissing with dark intent, her teeth grazing your pulse point. She pulled you even closer, making sure there was no space left between you, her body flush against yours, her hands gripping the sides of your hips, holding you in place.

The way she said it—it wasn’t a question, it wasn’t a plea. It was an undeniable fact.

Aeri watched, her eyes glinting with something darker now, as if she were considering the shifting dynamic. And then, slowly, she stepped back, giving you enough space for a moment to catch your breath—but only just. She traced a single finger along your jawline, drawing it down your throat before reaching your collarbone, where she paused, just for a moment, her finger pressing into the soft skin. “It’s clear we both want the same thing,” she murmured, her voice hushed but serious. “You’re not choosing one of us over the other.”

Yizhou’s eyes flicked to Aeri’s, her lips curling into a knowing smile. “No,” she agreed, her voice smooth like silk, but carrying an underlying current of possessiveness. “We’re going to share you. Both of us.”

The realization hit you like a wave, rushing over you in an overwhelming cascade of emotions. Aeri and Yizhou weren’t just claiming you individually anymore—they were deciding to take you together, intertwining their desires in a way that felt both suffocating and exhilarating all at once. The idea of being shared between them, of being at the center of their twisted, intimate battle for control, was overwhelming.

But you couldn’t pull away.

You weren’t sure you wanted to.

Aeri’s lips ghosted across your jaw, before her voice dropped lower, like a whisper only you could hear. “We’ll show you how good it can be… when we share you.”

Yizhou’s grip on your waist tightened, her fingers digging in slightly as she pulled you closer, if that was even possible, her lips trailing down your neck again, her words a promise—no, a declaration. “You’ll want this. You’ll need both of us.”

They were right there, both of them, and their words—their actions—made it clear that this was no longer just a game of possession. This was their twisted way of merging, of blending their desires until you were caught in the web of their shared claim. You were between them now—claimed by them both—and you couldn’t see a way out.

The air was heavy with anticipation, every breath you took fraught with the heat of their presence. Every kiss, every touch, pulled you deeper into their world, a world where only they existed, and you were a willing participant in their growing hunger.

You felt a shudder pass through you, not just from the intensity of their touches, but from the realization that this—what was happening now—wasn’t something you could easily walk away from.

And you weren’t sure you even wanted to.

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Shared. Consumed. Lost.

Their mouths were everywhere.

Aeri’s kisses grew deeper, more demanding, her fingers splayed across your lower back as she pressed you into the wall again, possessive and unyielding. Yizhou moved behind you like shadow and smoke, her mouth against your neck, collarbone, fingertips drawing circles just beneath the hem of your shirt—testing limits, teasing need.

You weren’t even sure where one ended and the other began.

Your thoughts—your voice—were gone. Stolen.

All you could do was feel.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, like this had been planned all along. A silent agreement between them to share you, consume you, possess you together. And you—helpless in their grip—could only sink deeper into it.

“I want to hear you say it,” Aeri breathed against your lips, one hand gripping your chin, tilting your head back until her eyes locked with yours. “Tell us you’re ours.”

Yizhou’s voice followed, low and dangerous, right against your ear. “Tell us you want this.”

You opened your mouth to speak—but nothing came out. The words tangled in your throat, twisted with heat and shame and something terrifyingly close to need.

Aeri leaned closer, her lips brushing your jaw, voice so soft it felt like a spell. “We’ll make you feel things you’ll never forget.”

Yizhou’s hands slid up your torso, slow and deliberate, her voice the opposite—sharp, steady, and dark. “And you won’t belong to anyone else after this.”

You felt your knees nearly buckle under the weight of them both.

Then—suddenly—Aeri’s phone buzzed.

The moment shattered like glass.

She tensed, a frown flickering across her lips. “Shit.”

Yizhou’s eyes darkened instantly, hand tightening at your waist. “Who is it?”

Aeri glanced at the screen.

Then her expression changed. Cold. Alert.

Her gaze snapped to you. “We have to go.”

“What—” you managed, voice finally breaking through the haze. “Why?”

Yizhou pulled away from your neck, her hand lingering, her voice dropping into something sharp, serious.

“They’re watching.”

You blinked.

“What do you mean?”

Aeri didn’t answer.

She grabbed your wrist and tugged you down the alleyway, Yizhou close behind. Their expressions had changed completely—no more teasing, no more heat. Just shadows.

You stumbled, breath catching as Aeri turned to face you again at the edge of the alley.

Her grip tightened.

Her voice low.

“Next time… we won’t stop.”

And then, behind her, in the distance—you swore you saw someone watching.

Still. Silent. Just out of reach.

Another presence.

Another threat.

Or something worse.

You turned to ask—but Aeri was already pulling you faster. Yizhou didn’t say a word.

And all you could think as they led you deeper into the dark was:

What have I gotten myself into?

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sayitspititout · 1 day ago

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౨Soft on youৎ

warnings: fluff☆

synopsis: the reader already in a relationship with billie,joins her on tour as the third vocalist, deepening their bonds in quiet, intimate moments☆

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You didnt expect tour to feel this….intimate.

Maybe its the late-night rides, the green rooms that always smell like lavender, adrenaline and nerves, or the times when you’re living out of suitcases.But billie finds her way to you.

She always does.

She never knocks.Just appears, hoodie half zipped, hair tucked messily under a beanie, like she belongs in the quiet spaces you carve out for yourself.

Sometimes she talks. Sometimes she just sits beside you, shoulder to shoulder, smiling with those piercing blue eyes humming the harmony from your last set like it’s echoing inside her.

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Present day

You joined tour late.

after ava and jane had already settled into the rhythm of rehearsals and late night jam sessions. You assumed you’d be on the periphery, the new voice they were still getting used to.

But Billie didn’t let that happen. She made it her mission to pull you into it all, like you have always belonged.

She made space for you, quietly, but effortlessly.

She didn’t smother you with praise or try too hard. She just started showing up,quiet, consistent. Sitting next to you in green rooms, handing you half-eaten snacks without asking if you wanted them. Grabbing you an extra hoodie on chilly nights.

Nudging your shoulder during rehearsals. Stealing your hoodie before soundcheck. Resting her chin on your shoulder while someone else’s mic got checked.

She moved around you like orbit, like something instinctual. Like she didn’t even have to think about it.

Bumping her knee against yours mid-soundcheck like it meant something.

it did.

And even now, weeks in, it never stops feeling new.

After tonight’s show, the dressing room’s quiet, dim. Just you and Billie for a few minutes. She drops onto the couch next to you, curls her knees up under one of your legs like she always does when she wants to be close without saying it.

You glance at your phone someone posted a clip from earlier, the three of you harmonizing under the lights, Billie looking toward your mic more than her own.

| The caption read: shes so in love it hurts

You don’t say anything. But she sees the way you’re smiling, hiding the fact that your heart’s doing flips

“What?” she murmured, already smiling back like she knows.

“Someone posted a clip,” you said, turning it towards her. “You look like u were gonna cry,” you add giggling

Billie leans over to look. “I wasn’t crying. I was listening.” she said smiling

“To what?” you asked, looking at her in the process

“To you,” she says. Quiet. Real. No teasing in her voice. “You always sound like home to me.”

“I always liked that about you,” she adds, still watching the clip play out on your phone screen. Her voice stays low, thoughtful. “Even before this… before we were—us.”

She says it like a memory, like it’s something she’s been holding onto for a while. And you feel it land, somewhere deep and quiet in your chest.

She pauses the clip, the screen going black for a moment. “I think I was already listening for you.”

you stay silent as you turn to her, brushing some of her bangs behind her ear, and say, “You’re kind of sappy tonight.” you say smiling

Billie grins, sleepy and unbothered. “Yeah, well. Tour makes me soft. You make me soft.”

You lean in and kiss the top of her head. “Good.”

Because that softness is yours too.

the end

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an: whewwww guys i think this is so dookie please forgive me 😔

#billie eilish #billie eilish blurb #billie eilish fic #billie eilish oneshot #billie eilish x you #billie eilish x reader #billie eilish imagine #billie #eilish

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the-whole-thing-through · 13 hours ago

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I know this is kinda just a joke, but actually, I really want to ask ppl who say that killing Foggy was the right decision and that the show had to make a bold move, and that it's "realistic" and that Matt Murdock is a character defined by pain and loss and tragedy....how would you end the story? Like seriously, what do you think would be a satisfactory ending for this new Daredevil series? Because it WILL end, but the characters won't, they will remain.

I've said this ad nauseam on reddit, but the way that the OG series ended at season 3, with that last remaining shot of Nelson, Murdock and Page together, was, to me, the BEST possible ending for that show and for these characters. An absolute masterpiece. God, just thinking about it gives me a warm glow in my chest. Despite being canceled in its prime, with more stories to tell, they managed to deliver to the audience literally the most satisfactory ending that was possible. NM&P. All three together. All three looking forward to a bright future together. Finally united in honesty, understanding, and trust. Mutual love and affection. Each three with their roles and their parts to play: the vigilante, the lawyer and the investigator. Each of equal importance to one another, nobody considered less important to the narrative.

I appreciate the way that the creators chose to end the show with the Matt/Karen romance open ended and ambiguous, although I know many shippers disagree with me. Not only would it have felt unearned to have Matt and Karen shown as explicitly together in that last moment, it also would have retracted from the overarching theme and message of the show, which is what we see in the last shot: it's Nelson, Murdock, and Page. They had to be apart in order to realize that all three of them are better working together. The golden trio. The holy trinity. Having the ending be Matt/Karen oh and Foggy, like he's an afterthought or a third wheel, was clearly something that they were trying to avoid, and they were right to do so. The OG showrunner and writers NEVER disrespected Foggy or treated him as a joke or "just" the comics relief. He was a main character with his own love interest, his own plot line, his own family and friends and support system. And he is VITAL to the overall dynamic, and to Matt's happiness. Which brings me to my main point.

Matt cannot be happy without Foggy, period. If Foggy is permanently dead, then the ending for DDBA is already torched. Whatever it is, it can't ever REALLY be satisfactory. To the people who say that it's "realistic" I mean, yeah, maybe. But is it satisfactory? If the show ends, and Matt is back to just being Daredevil, exactly as he was in the beginning, but no Foggy, it's an obvious downgrade to what we had before, no? I have no idea why the writers of DDBA want to torch their own projected ending in such a fashion. It's like aspiring that your assignment will get, at best, a C+ instead of an A.

I'm sure many ppl will be happy no matter what if their fav ship ends up working out, but even then, it's STILL only a glass half full situation. If the show ends with just Murdock and Page, but no Nelson, something is still going to be missing, and that something is Foggy Nelson. I don't for a second believe that either Matt OR Karen will ever truly be completely happy after Foggy's death. People discount Karen and Foggy's relationship, but he was her best friend, her surrogate brother, who supported her after Matt's "death." Who immediately stepped up to be her lawyer and confidant after she told him about killing Wesley. Who never once judged her or made her feel less than.

Asking for the audience to be ok with some sort of projected "Happily Ever After" ending without the beating heart of Daredevil is an insane ask, truly, and I honestly don't think that those who are unconcerned about Foggy's death, or who think that the show did it "right" have given any thought to just HOW this story can possibly end. Thinking that Matt would ever be truly ok again after losing Foggy, or that he could ever have a happy ending, just fundamentally gets Matt's character, and the entire show of Daredevil, wrong. Daredevil is not the story of a man who loses everything and perseveres despite it all. Its the story of a man who perseveres despite it all, BECAUSE he still has something left to lose. Karen and Foggy are the heart and soul of Daredevil, and the heart and soul of Matt's world. Take out one, and the entire thing topples like a house of cards. If the new show runner doesn't understand this (and it's seeming more and more like he just doesn't get Matt at all) then I give up. Just toss the entire thing in the trash at that point.

marvel saw these scenes and said "what if we make everyone miserable?"

#daredevil #daredevil born again #ddba spoilers #foggy nelson #matt murdock #karen page #nelson murdock and page #mattfoggy #karedevil

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sheepispink · 3 days ago

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The Illusion of Comfort

supersoldier!reader x ltghost (+ tf141)

part 8 of Weaponised Series Masterlist

a/n: all relationships are platonic, prolly some ooc who knows, live laugh love

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No alarms blared nor any bright light forcing you to a state of consciousness— instead there was nothing. For once, you woke up of your own accord, limbs still heavy from countless hours of rest you’ve gotten tonight. Your vision is still dark, letting your mind wander, strangely empty for once and not plagued with the slightest thought other than how the air smells fresher as spring approaches. With it like this, you actually wish you could get five more minutes in. Everything eventually ends, and you’re counting the seconds before you get scolded for getting those five extra minutes.

Reluctant your hand slips out the covers, trying your best to reach your alarm clock without leaving the bubble of warmth you're currently encased in. After aimlessly tapping for a moment, your fingers graze the cold metal, pulling it towards you but, before your bleary eyes finally focus, the door swings wide open.

“Aye, took ya long enough to finally get up.” Soap enters, a wide grin upon his face as he pushes the curtains open to reveal the dull weather outside. He closes the open window before walking over to where you’re huddled beneath the covers, not forgetting to ruffle the mop of your hair that peeks out. “I’ll tell Gaz to bring ya some lunch.” He remarks, taking a seat beside you which instantly forces you to accomodate for his size. He always takes up to much damn space, and he does it nearly every morning too—

Wait.

“Lunch?” You question his words, brows furrowed but you make no move to push yourself upright like you usually would, still hidden beneath the soft blankets.

“It’s almost two pm now. Didn’t even know you slept in, did ye?” He laughs, and Gaz enters, a hot container held in his hands along with a small container of fruit and a water bottle to accompany.

Meanwhile you’re still sat in shock, not understanding how you could’ve even slept that long, and to miss your alarm with no nightmares either? This had to be a dream; there was no way you had finally gotten a good sleep, finally succumbed to the pleasure of rest.

“He’s right.” Gaz hums, noticing the realisation flashing over your face. “Out like a light, I was worried you went into a coma again.”

Despite feeling far more refreshed than usual, you aren't allowed far out of bed today, and, much to your disappointment, one of them is always watching you like a hawk even if you’re technically allowed to the common room and back. You really only take the opportunity to stretch your legs, although you do get tired by five pm, and soon enough another nap is well due for you.

It’s a rarity that at least one of your stuffed animals isn't held tightly to your chest, especially when you go to do some light reading on the couch. The wolf helps you clear your mind, your hands fiddling with the fluff of its tail as you indulge in the latest non fiction material you could find. Whereas, when your eyes begin to droop, the eagle’s wings are like a warm hug, an extra pressure from the weighted beads when its fuzzy head lays right next to your neck. As much as you had initially disliked it, both were the greatest companions you could ever ask for. Sometimes, in the dark hours you woke up from a surprise nightmare, you’d tell them all about it, and they soothe you back to bed once more. You trusted that they’d always keep you safe.

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It’s the third day since you had been out with the others, and you’re already getting restless by the minute even if Gaz and Soap have been doing well to keep you company in the meantime. You’re debating dismantling the vent when Price enters, but more important is his current attire he sports. “We won't be seeing you for a while.” He hums, his hands tightening on the straps of his tactical vest.

You were supposed to be on this mission with them— you knew the details, knew the risks, knew that they needed you. Unless..

“You’ve replaced me.”

Sure, the replacement themselves wouldn’t be anywhere as skilled as you— never. Even if they were comparable to five men, you were on the same level as twenty. No one could best you, given that they weren’t a super soldier that is; that’d be impossible in the time given—many programs had already given up from the increase of failures. That’s not the point though; they had replaced you with some damn measly soldier.

“Yes, we have.” He doesn’t deny the statement, and yet he doesn’t apologise for it either.

“They’ll be rubbish. I doubt they’ll even make it through ten minutes— you all won't make it through. I’m the distraction you need to get in and out; you’re making a mistake Captain. People could die—“

“I know.” Your eyes meet now, and there seems to be exhaustion in his but it doesn't last a second longer before he sits beside you, pulling you easily from the warmth of the duvets and into his side. His uniform is scratchy against your cheeks, and when you look up at him, there’s a smile playing at his lips. “You’re throwing a tantrum.”

Your eyes widen in shock, even more so in disbelief. Did he just accuse you of throwing a tantrum? “I am not—“

“Alright, alright.” A laugh rumbles through his chest as he rubs up and down your arm, easily handling you. “You’d be the perfect candidate, and I do want you there, Reaper. The boys will miss you too.”

“So why not then? I can still make it. I can gear up now!”

“Yeah, no way kid.” You watch him chuckle again, a brow raised at you like he didn’t even expect you to get up. “You have plenty of your own work to do.”

“Work?”

“No offense, but you’ve been sleeping like a baby for the past three days and I don't intend to change that. I want you to rest every chance you get— you’ve missed out on too much sleep.”

It’s true, you’ve spent almost every morning sleeping in, and then you’d still nap throughout the day too. Ironic as it is, sleep has become your best friend now, and even the sheer warmth of his hands on you has you yawning right now. He notices that, and pulls the covers up to your neck, admiring how fast your eyes droop close. “Yeah, but I don't even need sleep.. I've gotten more than enough. I can run perfectly fine.”

He doesn't say it, but he doesn't really care about what you can handle; it’s if you’re comfortable to handle it. He wishes to see the day where your eyes are actually brighter, where your lips curve at Soap’s jokes and you come and talk to them, ‘just cause you feel like it’. Everytime he looks at the rookies, he sees you. Whenever he sees soldiers messing about, yelled at by their superiors and then scrambling to complete their punishment all while still stifling laughter— he sees you. That’s who you should’ve been, it’s what you could’ve been— and what you never will be.

“I’ll bring ya back something nice, and you still have Kate’s number for anything. She’ll check on you.” He strains his arm to grab your hairbrush, working out the knots in your tangles as you lean into him, a frown—or rather a pout— still worn on your face. “We had to rope in at least thirty more soldiers to replace you, if that makes you feel any better. You’re invaluable, Reaper.”

Quiet and settled now, you reluctantly turn your face into the pillows when he puts the brush down and stands up. “I’ll see you soon.”

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Right, maybe you should’ve argued with your Captain a little bit more. You’ve been delivered all your meals, checked on once by Kate, who you silently stared at and answered the occasional question whilst still scrutinising her, and now you’re bored out of your mind as you sit by this window. She said she wouldn't come by until tomorrow now, so really no one would come close to this room until dinner tonight. And that track looked awfully empty.

Dressed in your combat jacket and boots you hid beneath your bed—since the others had attempted to confiscate your gear before you tried to escape—your feet crunch against the gravel as you neared closer to the track. It’s been too long, practically two entire weeks now and your legs almost tremble with excitement. Maybe they’d get angry at you when they got back, hell they might even take away all the nice things again. But that’s fine, you had a feeling they weren’t very permanent anyway.

You step towards the white line, watch on your wrist with the stopwatch at the ready.

And you run.

The air is cold, march still not having mercy, but it streams past your cheeks and pushes the hood straight off of your head. The sun is overhead, but that’s not what puts the colour back into your cheeks or pumps the blood through your veins. It’s exhilarating, the searing adrenaline that moves from your legs to your arms and directly sparks your brain alive. It’s all you’ve wanted, and when you near your fourth lap, your eyes open again, the familiar dip of the ground beneath you from where you’ve run here a million times before.

Again, again, round and round and you keep pushing, even as the hour passes, even as the afternoon grows dark, it’s stupid and they’ll be horrified but you can't think for a second more than about how good this feels. How you feel worthy again.

4 miles. And you were still going.

Although, now there was a tearing pain through every nerve, to the tips of your fingers and eating away at your bones until even your brain began to blur thoughts. But it doesn't matter; it feels good. You can feel your muscles beginning to wane, the strain becoming too much even as you push yourself further and further.

The stopwatch is long forgotten when you reach the twentieth lap, five miles from your own two feet, and you keel over, face planting into the dirt.

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Thankfully you had scrambled to clean yourself up in the shower before dinner was delivered or Laswell came to check on you so now you sit in bed, staring at the rain that patters against the window pane, filling the room with soft noise. Your arms ached badly, fingers trembling as you scooped up a spoon of the shepherd’s pie they’d given. None of that mattered anymore since you now knew that you were still capable of everything and beyond. You were back.

So again, the next day you time it well, and you make your way to that track again, running like your life depends on it. In some ways it does. Though, it’s not enough to just run over and over again. Your role is rarely to ever be a runner— you’re the fighter.

This time you lie, pretending to be tired, so Laswell leaves faster and you properly gear up after finding a few stray items when you snooped around yesterday. You still have the mask you used last time, just in case, and so, you head straight for the gym. It’s not that empty compared to the times you used to go, when you were sane, but now no one knew who you were and that was exhilarating. No one would even bat an eye your way as you’d effortlessly complete sixty pushups, only doing a hundred situps this time because you couldn't wait to get to the weight lifting already. You felt free.

Finally, your muscles have that burn again—the one that simmered over the tendons and lit a flame of adrenaline in your gut. You don't care if it aches every evening, even if you trade the food for another hour of it, or the amount of times you’ve almost keeled over again. Infact, one time a soldier caught your arm, smiling as she told you to ‘take it easy’ before leading you to a bench. It brightened you almost immediately and, if not for the fact you were supposed to be undercover, you were tempted to show off any and every cool trick you could do just to get a second more of her attention.

Two weeks pass and you quickly forget about the taskforce altogether, too lost in the thrill of it all. Now you wake up two hours earlier, for a morning run, before sliding into bed just when Laswell arrives and then spending all the time between then and lunch to test your workouts, fight the limits again and again. You know you have the power for it; it’s just a matter of getting yourself back to that state. When they’re beside you, it’s easier to slip away; their hushed words seep into your brain and convince you that you’re almost safe, you’re one of them now.

But you know that’s not true.

Now they’re gone, those warm feelings from every little touch have faded to nothing, forgotten like your nightmares. You’d be a fool to believe their lies—this is still war and you’re still a fighter.

There’s more to being a supersoldier; a side not even Ghost knows. The reason for your superiority is not sheer strength alone, it’s resistance. You’d watch your own arm break before you ever stopped; a robot doesn't care that it’s lost it’s limbs since it’s only dead when the power source has been ripped from it.

The power source would be your heart.

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Your vision is blurrier than usual, the burn of satisfaction contorting into a devouring wildfire as it shoots up your nerves with each small twitch of your hands. It’s morning, right? The usual alarm hasn’t gone off yet though, and the room is a little colder than you remember.

Confused, you tap out your hand, searching for the wolf in hopes of getting a sniff of the citrus scent that you’re suddenly desperately missing. Although, your hand returns empty, no stuffed animal in sight. “Wha..?”

“Looks like someone’s awake.” You know that voice. It’s stern, more than usual, and flat, almost like a scolding.

“Oh..Morning.” You blink your eyes open to see Laswell standing at the foot of your bed, looking fairly.. annoyed? That’s weird, it was only eight in the morning, what could there even be mad about?

“Don't you ‘morning’ me.” She huffs out, her arms crossing over her chest as she look at where you lay. Your eyes have finally cleared up now, enough for you realise that this is not your room in the slightest—is this the Captain’s?

You blink, noticing his reading glasses on the side table, and then the strong scent of his cologne on the sheet you lay in. Immediately, you sit up, attempting to swing your legs out of bed to stare down at bandages covering almost your entire feet along with your hands and parts of your arms. “But— it’s morning- how did i..?”

“Don't play stupid.” Her tone is sharper, one that makes goosebumps rise along the skin of your arms and down to each bandage as you stare back at her. Before you can answer, the captain himself walks into the room, ruffed up and ragged from the mission and looking.. furious to say the least.

Oh.

You had remembered being noticeably out of it, but you had just kept pushing yourself as usual, even if that meant skipping most meals. Price has that right now, following behind him is the tray of meals that you’ve missed, all gone cold in the corner of your room. “You wanna explain this?”

You don't flinch, no, you stare down at the tray and then back up to his furrowed brow and his arms clenched over his chest as he draws closer. Suddenly these blankets feel suffocating, and you push them off of you even if staring at the bandages makes everything hurt a lot more. Still, you don't answer, just staring back at him as he scoffs lowly, coming around to your bedside. “I’ve helped you through all of this— we gave you so much, and you just continue to not listen!”

Sure, you understand his frustration since you had disobeyed his orders, but he had let something slip there, or rather your suspicions were confirmed. At the beginning, when you first arrived here, you were naive. Yes you were strong, but you were no better than a mutt pleasing its owner, and one of those owners was Price. Whilst you hadn’t talked to him many times, he was still technically your Captain, and you were desperate for his approval as much as Ghost’s. Then everything happened, you got shot, he comforted you, held you close and asked quiet questions about everything that happened. He was everything you wanted compared to Ghost— at least it seemed that way.

Weary and rundown at the time, you hadn’t thought about it much, nor did you want to either, but Price.. Price knew about you. Every mishap in battle was reported to him, every post-mission terror attack was reported to him. The soldiers who handled you between missions and base, murmured whisperings about his orders—he knew what was going on. So why hadn’t he ever done anything to stop it?

“Laswell found you passed out on the track. You’re not even meant to be in the gym!” He continues, not letting up but you don't either, you don't stutter for a second like you would’ve with Ghost. In fact, your facial muscles barely twitch at all. “Answer me— what is going on?”

Something shifts and you narrow your eyes instead, mind clearing as you focus on the situation at hand. Keep calm, dont react, stay still. Wary.

“I wanted to train, sitting here all day doesn't do anything for me.” You respond simply, voice monotone and he scoffs at you, pacing before the bed.

“And what did i tell you? You’re not fit to train—look at you now!”

He’s not wrong, you were in a bad shape. But that was only for a regular soldier.

Your bruises would heal, the dizziness would fade when you got more food into your system and the recurring fainting would end when you pulled yourself together. After all, your goal is to fight, not to survive. Surviving is a bonus.

Before the conversation goes further, his phone beeps in urgency, shifting the atmosphere in the room. “You’re no longer staying in your room anymore. We can't trust you won't sneak out again, you’ll be here for now.”

“I dont want to stay here—” For once, you use your naivety to your advantage and it feels like a stab at your own back. It’s necessary though, and you pull the covers up to your neck to drive it in, looking more tired on purpose. “You’re never even here.”

Bingo.

Price’s features twist, anger slowly dissipating into one of mere disappointment instead. Once that would’ve caused you to crumble, but now things were different. He sighs, walks over to you and places his hand on your shoulder. Acting soft. “Fine, okay, who do you want to stay with then? Kyle?” He’s still not letting you stay alone, but that’s alright, you have different ideas.

Looking as conflicted as you can, you fiddle with your fingers, glancing out at the window which shows it’s near around eight pm now. So you must’ve passed out around five.

“…Ghost.”

That catches both him and Laswell by surprise, sharing a glance as they both look down at you. But you don't elaborate— you never elaborate.

“Fine. But this conversation isnt over.”

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Laswell personally escorts you to Ghost’s room,who eventually opens the door and just ushers you inside. He looks exhausted, his eyes noticeably worn despite the black paint he smears around them and, for a second, you almost feel bad for picking him out of the others.

“Been told you’ve been causing trouble.” Unlike the others, he’s a lot less touchy and leaves you to stand in the middle of the room whilst he peels off his own gear, leaving them in a pile near the wardrobe.

“I dont want to sit still anymore.” You’ve noticed his eyes lingering on the bandages over you, but he doesn’t choose to comment on it as he grunts in agreement to your words, shrugging off his outer wear to leave him in a black shirt, combat trousers beneath.

“Can’t say I didn't expect you to pull somethin’ “ It’s his tone that gets you; you cant tell if its because he’s tired but he didn’t seem to care about anything that had transpired— at all. After a moment, he glances over at you, his hand fishing through the closet for clean clothes and a towel. “Get into bed, I'll get Johnny to bring your stuff over.”

”Why can't you get it yourself?”

He lets out a low chuckle, turns back to you for a moment and rolls his eyes up at you. “Nice try, kid. You’re not escaping.”

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Ghost doesnt spend long in the shower. The mission has been longer than expected and if he was to be honest, he didn’t like the idea of you being at base alone by yourself. He had to remind himself that he trusts you now— enough to be able to handle yourself even if he does think you shouldn’t ever be left entirely alone. It’s weird to think that he’d rather you on a battlefield than by yourself.

He really wasnt surprised that you had driven yourself into the ground whilst they were gone— not that he wasnt annoyed in his own way. But he knew he’d have to work on your constant need to prove yourself at some point, and after reading your files countless times it was clear it was going to be a tough notion to completely clear you from.

One thing he couldn’t quite understand is why you had chosen him of all of them. Sure, you were on slightly better terms but, as much as he’d like to give himself credit for everything he’s done for your sake over the past month, he really didn't deserve your care. He had been selfish, irresponsible and nothing short of a bastard to you— so why?

He pulls on a loose t-shirt and sweatpants, tightening them on the front before he stops before the mirror. There’s a few stray streaks of paint beneath his eyes, but at least he doesn’t stink of gunpowder and grease anymore. With a small exhale, he turns, tossing his balaclava into the small laundry basket as he steps out of the bathroom.

“What are you looking at—“ It’s not like he expected you to actually get in bed, but he didn’t anticipate you to be hunched over his desk, your own files scattered before you. Though you’re stuck on one page, the post mission incidents.Your finger rests on Price’s comment beneath it, your other hand resting on a different page regarding your aversion to hospital rooms an other comments on behaviours. All with comments by Price.

Ghost takes it slow as he steps up behind you, before eventually standing right behind the chair with his hand resting on the dark wood beside yours.

“He knew everything.” You whisper, your voice one of quiet recognition and you don't fight back when Ghost gently stops you from turning the page any further. It’s not that he has anything to hide, but he doesn’t want you to see the newer additions, or worse—details from the past. He hums, closing the file before stepping a little back and swiveling your chair to face him.

“Captains have files on all their soldiers.” It’s blunt, even if he knows that’s not what you meant by those words. You slowly crane your head up to look at him, no surprise by the sight of his bare face before you look back at the closed file. “You stopped it when you found out.” It’s a quiet recognition, one he tries to refute but you shake your head instantly and continue. “He chose not to do anything because it didn't affect the missions. My wellbeing was never important to him.”

Ghost nudges you upright and you follow, stepping towards the bed. “Captains make hard decisions all the time, they trade lives for the sake of others— it’s never been fair.” It’s still not right, and sure, Ghost was equally to blame for how you got so bad in the first place, but it was the truth. You fall silent, nod slowly and climb atop the bed whilst he heads to turn the maint light off, drowning the room in darkness except from the low light of the bedside lamp.

He knows you’re upset; it’s written in all your features and he kind of gets it now—why you chose him. Yes, it was to get a peek at your own files, but you wouldn’t have done it if you didn’t have some sort of suspicion beforehand. Something must’ve made you come to a realisation that shifted your previous trust in the captain, even weakened it.

“What did you do while we were gone?”

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Something inside you made you tell him; you don't know if it was his tone, the way he easily questioned you or even the fact that he just knew you. The change was obvious after the seizure, he seemed to know every little detail regarding you, everything that made you tick down to your least favourite fruit.

His back is pressed flat against the headboard, his arms behind his head as he had listened to your every word, describing all you’d done while they were out. You didn't leave a single detail either, not bothering to hide the bruises and the fainting, not even the skipped meals.

”Well, you already know that i’m not going to support what you did.” He says gruffly, glancing at you laying down beside him. “But it is good to know that you’re still capable of everything you did before. If we increase your meal intake, and steadily try at longer runs and workouts, you’ll be better than before in no time. That includes a healthy amount of sleep too, Reaper.”

It sounds selfish for him to even consider trying to make you ‘better’ so soon after he had caused you to break down entirely though he’s really just listening to what you want for once. It was the first mistake he ever made and definitely not one he’d make again. When you look up at him, there’s only trust that settles in your bones now and you slowly nod, relieved that your handler knows what’s best for you— because he knows you.

“You’re still in pain, aren't you?” The blankets rustle as you settle beneath, making Ghost’s eyes lock onto you as you push your head into the pillows, growing more tired by the minute. He notices your occasional wince, the way you shuffle beneath the covers like that and refuse to lean on your arm like you used to.

It’s true, the ache is excruciating now and so you nod, eyes half-lidded as you lay limp on your back, not bothering to look at him this time. “It’s bad.”

”Why keep trainin’?”

“It makes me feel alive.”

Sometimes he thinks you’re more alike to him than you realise, or even that he had known. So he lets out a small sigh and nods, though not without shifting to the side to rummage through the table beside his bed. “We’ll start with warmups tomorrow. Don’t go thinking just ‘cause you’re eager, it doesn’t mean you don't need to stretch.”

He squeezes a strange looking gel onto his hands, from a tube he found in the cupboard. “Where does it hurt?” It’s cold against your joints as you tiredly direct him, but it’s oddly soothing and you’re intrigued by all of this; most days you’d be lucky if you could handle a painkiller because of the serum. “Thanks, Ghost.” It’s a small whisper as you watch him wipe his fingers with a tissue, turning off the bedside light before he gets beneath the covers aswell.

“Don’t mention it.” Everything smells like him now, and you revel in it as you adjust to the darkness around you. You’ve never even considered reciprocating Soap or Gaz’s strange affections before, indifferent to the ease in which they pat or tap you. Soap would probably come by tomorrow with your stuffed animals and the duvets, but now you can only stare as Ghost’s back faces you, so close yet so far.

Your gut may have sunk at the earlier realisation, but your heart felt awfully content now, and your mind finally let the last of its guards down as you happily let sleep take you again.

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ooooo-mcyt · 8 hours ago

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There is probably something to be said for how the Life Series winners have (or haven't) died.

Grian who threw himself off a cliff in grief vs Scott who was directly /killed before he could choose for himself vs Pearl who died automatically upon winning by nature of the game mechanics vs Scar who continued to live vs Cleo and Joel who both chose their own deaths. Martyn is the only weird one because his video says he ran out of time but I think he was technically /killed, so that one's actually debatable?

I think Cleo and Joel's victories were both very kind to them. They won, and then they, while celebrating, got to choose their own ending. They both got to end it on their own terms, and they were happy for it. I don't have much to say on them, I'm happy for them.

Grian, I categorize differently to Cleo and Joel. Partially because the tone was different- he was grief stricken and dazed, not celebrating- but also because I think it's debatable how much choice he had in the ending of Third Life. From the moment it was just him and Scar left, Grian seemed to be following what he thought the spectators wanted, not what he wanted. Technically he 'chose' how his season ended, but it didn't seem to feel like one to him, and that is important.

The tone of Scar's ending is highly dependent on whether you see his survival on Secret Life as a curse or a choice. I've seen fanart of him miserably pushing a button over and over begging for his win, or curled up and alone. But personally, I think Scar chose to stay, and I see it as an act of agency and maybe defiance (in large part because why wouldn't he just jump off a cliff if he wanted out? why wouldn't grian just /kill him? but also because thematically i think this makes more sense with the character.)

Then there's Pearl. She had the choice taken from her. I've seen Scott faulted for this, people saying he selfishly killed them both to spite Pearl or something, but I think that's misattributing the real problem, which is the game mechanic itself. No matter how Pearl won, whether by Scott killing himself or Pearl killing him, Pearl still would have died in the same moment, because she was tied to another person without any choice, and she literally physically was not allowed to live without him (nor would he have been allowed to live without her). Double Life's very core game mechanic was one that limited agency. (i do think it would have been good of scott to let pearl choose anyways, but pearl didn't seem to mind- she was very explicitly touched by the 'sacrifice'- and i think the real issue of the soul link would have been the main issue regardless of how they died)

I'd say Scott is the main player who was unarguably primarily limited by another person. Grian /killed him. Scott got to the end of his season, and before he could choose how to end it himself, Grian used commands to take that choice and kill Scott himself. Which I doubt was malicious, I'd say Grian was probably not thinking about it- after all, Grian seemed to view his own victory as belonging to the will of the spectators even as it made him miserable, he clearly didn't see the winner as someone with any real agency, so why would he think it was important to let Scott have any choice either- but regardless there was an unfairness to it, for Scott to be denied in victory, the choice, not even by the mechanics of the game, but by another person.

Martyn, as I said before, is a question mark for me, because I don't know whether he canonically ran out of time or was /killed (i think both are correct so choose your favorite i guess), but I'm not sure it matters too much, because whether he was denied agency by the game or by the will of the dead, he still wasn't allowed to choose his own ending, which is painfully ironic in a very cruel way considering Martyn's whole victory was about doing things his way instead of by tradition, morality, or how others think he should do it. Everything I said in Pearl or Scott's sections can apply here too depending on how exactly you think Martyn died.

And I just think it's fascinating, the differences in how exactly each winner died (or didn't) and what that implies regarding their victory and character arc as a whole.

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baphometsss · 13 hours ago

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I think his dialogue with Bellara is Solas refusing to acknowledge the truth of what he'd done, honestly. Elgar'nan also seems to be aware of it somehow and throws this at him in their little bitch-off. Remember that he doesn't know that one part of Mythal--her memories--survived just long enough to seek Morrigan out and ask her to accept her so those memories could survive. As far as he knows, that part of her was killed when he absorbed her power. That's why he's so surprised to see Morrigan at the end of DATV.

Solas obviously understood that this fragment within Flemeth was enough of Mythal to speak with her, to apologise to her, to argue with her. He obviously knew she had Mythal's power or he wouldn't have shown up in the first place. So the idea that he didn't really see her as Mythal doesn't hold water imo, and the truth stinks of the very on-brand Solas tactic of compartmentalising the truth to justify it to himself.

There's a post flying around about Mythal's abuse of Solas and it's mentioned how, when we see Morrigan in the Crossroads, she explains that she will not take up arms against Solas if the need calls for it. Some have interpreted this to mean that Mythal cannot bear to fight Solas, but Morrigan actually refers to Mythal in the third person here. She says 'what has passed between Solas and Mythal'... and she's referring to the abuse that Mythal put him through, abuse that Morrigan herself experienced from Flemeth. Flemythal did not see Morrigan as a person as much as a new potential vessel and a weapon. Likewise, Mythal did not see Solas as much more than a weapon, by her own admission. Yet still, there is a strange love there, a love that has become twisted and perverted, something you see in a lot of toxic parent-child bonds where the parents' wishes have primacy in the relationship. Morrigan cannot bear to fight Solas after seeing so much of her own trauma reflected in Mythal's memories. She knows from observing them that it was not just her mother's actions that harmed her, but Mythal's.

Solas kills her to take her power, which he needed to further his plans. However, the fragment within Flemeth is not all that different to the fragment in the Crossroads, despite what Morrigan might say. The fragment within Morrigan has been tempered, sure, but she is still the fragment within Flemeth that abused Morrigan, raised her to be her vessel one day, and encouraged her to make the old god baby at the end of Origins by sleeping with the Warden.

So I think that the Flemythal fragment should have been enough to convince him. The fact that it's not only proves my point. He likely doesn't visit the Crossroads fragment because he has told himself that it's not truly Mythal, when in fact he is just too afraid to see her again, especially that version of her, who died because he told her what the Evanuris were doing. He cannot bear the shame, the shame he shows when he goes to Flemythal at the end of DAI. Considering that this Mythal has blown the heads off of his statues, I think it's fair to say he would've been dragon food if he had.

I don’t think that fragment was the only thing able to stop him because I see his atonement path as the result of many people influencing him into being able to make the right decision in the end. But I do think, though, that the Crossroad fragment of Mythal was the only thing that could liberate him from the duty and the guilt that rooted in their shared past.

I'm not disagreeing with you here. I am saying that it's not the only thing that matters, which is what the original responder was trying to assert. Being liberated from Mythal would not have absolved him from what he did to the Inquisition, what he did to Varric and the Inquisitor, and even if she had released him he still wouldn't have been able to stop. The guilt over that would've eaten him up just as badly. He also needed Rook to show him that the choices are there in his hands, right now. The Inquisitor heralds the new future. It's a past/present/future allegory and isolating his motivations to just one of them misses the entire point of that scene.

The whole 'refuge for Mythal' thing is really interesting bc it shows that Solas really saw Mythal as being on his side when it couldn't be more obvious that she enjoyed the power of being queen of the Evanuris. He calls it a 'struggle' in the regret memory, but I don't think she was struggling as much as he thinks. Even Felassan realises how delusional he is about her. It's one of many things Solas is in denial about.

That said, it does seem like he was much more aware of Elgar'nan's evil than she was; I truly believe that Mythal found a kindred spirit in Elgar'nan and thought that she was the right one for him. She tempered him and mitigated the harm he did as much as she could (which doesnt seem to be that much, in all honesty). Whether or not they had romantic feelings for each other is up for debate, but I think it's very possible. There was likely an element of tension at being evenly matched in the way they were that gave their relationship a pathological edge. It was only when Solas told her about the Evanuris using the power of the Blight that she finally decided to take him seriously and challenge her husband and the rest of the Evanuris head-on.

It's also really revealing that the Blight was her final straw. Mythal obviously had no issue with slavery as long as her slaves were treated well. It's very reminiscent of real world attitudes some had towards their slaves ie that as long as you don't abuse them it's okay. They don't understand the fundamentally unethical nature of owning another person. It's why I don't buy the benevolence retcon because slavery is inherently cruel--something that both Solas and an elven Inquisitor can argue with Dorian about.

Yeah, Solas really is an unreliable narrator with Mythal and I really wish we'd had more perspectives other than his. I long to see Mythal in all her cunty glory but alas it will never be

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Here u go, tis I, Squibsformers. Pls enjoy the Breakdown Softness. I totally had a specific one of my ocs in mind with this one so yknow Whatever but yeah heres the blurb. AMAB reader. I have no clue if i nailed BD at all sgdivdjdb.

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Tiny. Fragile. Killable.

That's all you were. All this was. He fully planned on crushing you after this. One less fragging parasite on this ship. On this planet.

One less of your horrible, conniving little species to repopulate.

And yet… as his big hand pressed down more on you, and you let out a squeak of discomfort… he couldn't bring himself to go through with it. Not when you let out the sweetest little noises. The prettiest little groans when he rubbed at your array with a digit. Prodding at the expanse between- “Perineum” as Knockout had told him. Sensitive in its own right, reat for teasing.

Breakdown despised. Loathed you and every breath you took.

Why did he feel jitters when your breaths quicken..?

He pressed more firmly as the slickened flesh, and as he put juuust enough pressure, you writhed. Making a noise so pathetic it made him want to crush your head and dump your corpse. His spike in hand, stroking it as he prodded again and worked his littlest digit deeper in your clenching depth.

Apparently, that strip of flesh between your array and rear port was soft enough that, if he knew what he was doing, he could bully your prostate from inside and out.

You clung to his thumb, making his work get impeded, and he growled at you. Though when he felt you let go, his tanks shifted and he felt unease pour through at how you seemed embarassed at being told off.

He was just going to crush you after. It would be done. Be fine. This was simply something so he could… get relief. And Primus, Breakdown wasn't a *selfish* lover, even if you were just a means to an end, he at *least* would get you off. He had more integrity than that.

…It didnt explain though, when your nails dug into the sleek steel of the berth and you keened, cumming a THIRD time and sobbing from the blissful hell of overstimulation, why he slowed down. Took his time to stroke and soothe you before grunting and chasing down his overload. His fingers caged you. Tightened you. He waited for the crunch. The pop. The splat.

His own release came when he heard you let out a squeak of pain, and he eased his grip before blowing his load. Index stroking your spine as he vented and growled. He put a little pressure on your spine. But it eased when you squirmed.

I love this so fucking much I could just explode. Look at Breakdown CARING - look at him hating your squishy ass but not murdering you despite his intent. I love how messed up he is in this, his softness with the reader juxtaposed with what he's thinking

And don't even get me STARTED on the implication that Knock Out has already fucked the reader. Omg, it's like being their little human pet

(also - can I say it's really therapeutic to read AMAB Reader content? While I don't have the bits, it really helps out with my transmasc identity, especially because I typically discuss valveplug ideas with AFABs and I'm just not used to getting a different perspective on it. I usually try to keep the reader's gender vague (altho sometimes I slip into AFAB stuff because my knowledge of dicks and balls is very limited). Legit, if anymore AMABs wanna send out valveplug ideas, go ahead, I'd love to see them)

#transformers x human #transformers x reader #maccadam #transformers prime #valveplug #tfp breakdown #tfp breakdown x reader #amab reader #anon snippets

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TS Cast Celebrating Your Birthday

GN!Reader | most of this can be read platonically! reader often forgets their birthday or doesn't really celebrate (but implicitly wants to!!). solo chara and a few for all of them at the end ^__^

for reg my beloved @bananacockatiel oh my Goodness HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! YAHYAYHO

LEANDER

Doesn't matter how long he's known your birthday's coming up—maybe he's known for months, maybe you only mentioned it last week—this is the most uncasual guy ever. /affectionate /what's your problem. But I will say if you've known each other a while and he finds out with days to spare? It's kind of hilarious to see how much Leander's eyes widen and the panic that sets in for a second. Genuinely has no clue how he's fumbled this hard.

If you don't celebrate because of bad memories or emotions, he says he wants to make good ones for you instead. This is your day! You think you don't deserve the celebration or gifts? WRONG!!

Obviously if you don't enjoy big parties, he won't throw one. Saying this because out of all the LI's I think Leander is the only one to think of or really Capable of planning a big party himself. Cross out the idea to announce it's your birthday at the Wet Wick and say drinks are on him and that everyone who gives you a gift gets .. something cool.

But that doesn't mean he won't spoil you and give you everything you rightfully deserve!! You guys can spend the day together, even the week if you want! He promises he's completely and wholly yours, duties taken care of and handed off to trusted Adders.

He's calling in favours, charming his pants off (not literally), remembering everything and every place you've shown interest in. You don't even remember a third of them, but Leander does. He is LOCKED! IN!

By the sound of this you think you'd be overwhelmed. You probably are at first because you don't expect how much he's prepared, even knowing it's Leander, and you're not used to it. But Leander is nothing if not attentive and working for you! However much walking or social interaction etc is your limit, he works with it in mind, and is always willing to take breaks or, if you're out and about, go home if you'd like. You still have him after all :-) ;) /silly flirting but sincere promise.

Little magic show... Leander's the type of guy to take you to a hidden area and show off with pretty lights and magic and watch you with an affectionate smile. Type of guy to pull you to dance when there's no music so you both start singing. Etc.

If you're completely worn out from the day, he'll part with a final "Happy birthday" (and kiss), letting you go to bed. If you'd like him to join you, he's happy to cuddle you to bed too!

VERE

I couldn't have animal ears and a tail because my already shit poker face would be even worse. Him? Interested/invested in it being your birthday soon? Yes! Vere plays it off if it's just not really a big deal to you. But if it's because you haven't enjoyed your birthday in a long time, he has a longer pause of... contemplation...

Anyone think about how many shitty ones he's spent alone or working and how many he might've tried to make up for it?! 🤔

I think. He would want to do something/go some place special...? His initial thought isn't to just hang out for the day. That isn't good enough for him or for you!! I wouldn't put it past him to just be like. Be ready by 7 and dress nice. And you just have to trust him. As you always have to /lh /vere move

Type of guy to tell you to use your birthday to your advantage. Something something joke about a fake marriage proposal for double the free service before Vere reminds you that it'd be quite unbelievable to your audience that he'd be getting married, but he's flattered you were up for the idea

Vere sticks by your side at any crowded establishments/venues. This is one of the few times that, if he can't just call someone over, he'll tell you to stay sitting while he gets the drinks. I hope you're honoured to not only have his undivided attention for the night, but some of his service!

Vere picking up the bill ?! Voluntarily ?! Even declining your attempt to pay ?! Though if you want to give him the money feel free ;) /silly /he will not take your money put it Away!!

Art gift art gift! His soft spot for handmade gifts works here too!! Debating if I'm endeared more by Vere thinking of what to draw super easily because it's you, or erasing multiple ideas (like the drawing of Mhin) because. It's you.

Hah.. Vere trying to do something related to your hobbies (e.g. I don't know. crocheting a little guy. cooking.). struggling.. getting annoyed but also refusing to give up... it's totally because of his image and pride and not because he really cares about you of course obviously. His respect for your interest grows even more if he's particularly bad at it.

MHIN

"They don't know how to celebrate [their birthday] though, or if they even should..." Okayyyy. We got two peas in a pod here

They try to gauge/ask about how you feel about your birthday. Instinctively, they want to do something, but I think Mhin's the quickest to worry that maybe you really don't want that, or that their ideas wouldn't be...good (enough)... They also face the most turmoil about buying or making a gift.

When it comes to plans, Mhin keeps it lowkey. If they know you enjoy the others' company or are their friends, they (begrudgingly) mention your birthday because even if they hate Vere and can't stand being around Leander too long, your birthday is important! They'd like to see you happy :-)

Your birthday comes around... you've forgotten... Mhin greets you with a gift... you're like ?! What's the occasion.. For a second they panic like oh my god it isn't your birthday? Anyway it turns out fine and they Very Lightly chide you for forgetting with a sigh

They schedule the day so they don't have commission work to do, and also finish working early the days leading up to it to look for a gift. Luckily, they pay attention to your interests, so they easily pick through things and get something thoughtful!! No worries about that fr :3 (I can also see them making something!! It's just... looking at their schedule.. um.. Wow.)

They also write a heartfelt letter that they Don't let you open until you've separated because they're embarrassed. It isn't very long, but it's sweet!

They want to treat you to food and take you stargazing among other things, but they keep reminding you that if you'd like to do something else, you can. And you're like Mhin no this is really nice thank you and they're . . . . (blush sprite) but trust you're being honest

The cats... orz. While I'm fascinated by the thought of Mhin as a supernatural cat whisperer, I'm endeared by the idea that the cats are just more affectionate that day without prompting and you get to say They Knew! who can say you're wrong!!

Mhin gets food for you and the cats want a piece... they struggle to say no but this is one of those times that hey, this isn't for you... they gently bump cats away and try to keep the meal out of reach... and then you're like you can have a bit little buddy :3 and Mhin's like ?! ... Of course you would

KURAS

?! Insert surprised Kuras sprite here. He knows he's often busy working and doesn't see you as much as he wants, but your birthday is soon and he's only finding out now? Do you know how ironic it is that the guy who forgets his own birthday is shocked you forgot (to mention) yours btw. You're both pointing at each other like Hello?? Kuras concedes and says Fair point

I think. He's pretty confident in making plans himself. But I'm also not sure if he's super aware of local events or fancy restaurants with how.. his life is... so maybe he asks Leander or Ais or other visitors.

He probably still has to work for a portion of the day, but trust that he keeps thinking of you when he has the time to spare. As soon as Kuras sees you, he's smiling and asking how your birthday's been so far, not letting you worry about his day at work.

He's more talkative today! Consider his openness a birthday gift alone—talking about the history of places, little funny stories, things he's done that people would be shocked by. He's also interested in you sharing stories too, and I think. Few have heard Kuras laugh. And YOU can and will be one of the few today!! Trust.

I don't think Kuras's gift would be handmade but that could depend on the time he has. Not to say that handmade gifts are The best and only ones ever. Trust that he'd have mulled over the decision and chosen with a lot of care!! Handing it to you, he describes his thought process and reassures you that if you don't like it, you don't have to keep it.

If it isn't cold, you end the night with a walk by the river! Maybe you talk about your day, or you can just appreciate the view and walk quietly together. But as someone with a winter birthday, I recognize those who might be unlucky with the weather. Sob. In that case,... I'd hope you get to stay at one of your homes... I feel like Kuras wouldn't want to bring you to the clinic like. LOL. He'd be pretty apologetic about that

Iirc Kuras like, radiates. warmth/heat. or something. So if that's at all correct, if it gets chilly as you walk place to place, he stays closer to you! Or at least offers to do so. Walking through town holding hands with the handsome angel doctor... Think about that. Yeah

AIS

Guy who deeply understands not admitting you enjoy thoughtful gestures or want a party. Everyone here has issues.

He's very good at keeping his plans a secret and playing it cool! It helps that your birthday is barely on your mind, so he can dismiss things as chores or boredom. Plus y'know groupmind stuff something working together something. He's so good you might think he's forgotten, or is super super chill about it.

You're at the Seaspring... Princess is excited... You're like Did something happen? Ais stares. "You didn't forget, did you?" Yes you absolutely did. He jokingly rolls his eyes and like, pats your head or hands you a gift or something and says happy birthday.

If he knows you'd enjoy a surprise party or something with the others, he'll make sure to find some time in the evening (if you aren't already planning on going to the Wet Wick)! But your birthday always ends with just the two of you so you can wind down and relax.

I see him being adamant about you making a wish. Like it's almost weird but also this makes sense to me...? Not sure why. Something something having something to look forward to, it's cute, something something

Walk with me. Matching jewelry. That wouldn't be his only gift though. I think Ais would get you something that's Very You or very helpful, even unexpectedly so!! He noticed an issue or inconvenience you've been dealing with without you even complaining about it.

Mm. Not beneath him to do a little prank gift beforehand though. Less Exploding Glitter, more opening a box to a smaller box then a smaller one and smaller one.

Princess BRINGING YOU A GIFT!! wouldn't that be lovely I dream of this. You give Ais no credit despite the note with his handwriting and Princess looks soo happy and Ais is playfully offended

At the end of the night, he asks if this birthday made up for all the bad ones, or ones you've missed. He has a lighthearted tone, but you hear the genuine curiosity laced in his question. When you say yes, his smile softens into something more genuine. "Good. You deserve it."

ALL

Partyayyyy!! These are Vibes for sure. But they're all behaving themselves and being.. nice enough.. if they're all purposefully in the same space for a (relatively) long period of time,, that says something about you! Great and powerful influence!! Even if they're bickering, individually, I prOMISE they hope you have a good birthday!

If this is a modern AU you bet your ass Leander is going Group Picture/Selfie :D !! Now do a silly one LIKFNSJHGBJHBG

I can imagine him, Vere, and Ais all saying some version of "You want us/these guys to do anything? It's your birthday" which is why I didn't put this in their solos like Ok ms repetitive. Leander's feels more sincere, Vere and Ais are fully prepared to take the piss. You can get some weird ass bet or situation going on. Ais will start a fight in your honour #happybirthday before punching someone in the FACE! (He will also refrain from starting one if That's your wish)

Sure you can open all their gifts in front of them... As long as you're prepared for snarky comments and ranking of gifts from your audience. It isn't a competition but as soon as you pick up Leander's gift Vere is giving it a 0/10 throw it in the trash it's probably some experimental beverage that tastes like the bottom of his boot LFMSGHJHB

(Though I think Mhin would be the most against the idea so you might open theirs later)

Also. I think this works with multiple LIs if not All of them but if you're ever like, you didn't have to do this, why did you do this for me, etc. etc. they tease you like, Did you forget it's your birthday again? We've been celebrating for a while already.

reg... so sorry if it's not ur birthday anymore when u see this.. i don't think it will be.. SOB i forgot about timezones oh my goodness... I HOPE IT WAS A GOOD ONE!! :') am honored u let me write this. Kicking my feet jumping up and down 🤍 🤍

#i dIDNT PROOFREAD THIS!! pls let me know if i used the wrong name or anything else somewhere. have a habit of jumping b/w charas. oops #touchstarved game #touchstarved x reader #touchstarved fluff #leander x reader #vere x reader #mhin x reader #kuras x reader #ais x reader #entry log #entry

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