#lost all respect for him in that scene
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Nothing gave me more whiplash IN MY LIFE than going from acowar to acofas.
Remember when Feyre closed the chapter on her relationship with Tamlin and wished him well? Coz the Inner Circle sure keeps forgetting.
#my art#acotar#acotar fanart#tamlin#rhysand#acofas#acowar#acofas is enemy mine#stop coming to his house to bully tamlin challenge#i don't care if rhys comes with an excuse to discuss the boarders he goes off over the MILDEST shit#'i don't want illyrian brutes in my lands'#DDDD: how dare you?????#dude you don't want illyrian brutes in your lands either i don't see them hangining out in velaris#the dudes who die en masse every blood rite coz they'd rather kill each other than climb a mountain#who mutilate their women and would rather discard a weapon if a woman touched it#yeah why wouldn't you want an army of those in your war ravaged lands truly a mystery#rhys coming in with âââharsh truthsâââ more like rhys being a petty bitch#tamlin saves his mate AND HIM from being hella dead without asking for anything back#lost all respect for him in that scene#dude's comepletely winning at life and still can't leave well enough alone#i don't need them to be friends again just stop coming to the spring court#pro tamlin#anti rhysand#anti inner circle
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2.02 (26) / 2.16 (40)
#both monologues are harrowing pieces of SS trying to overcome his pride after a battle#but while the E26 monologue is about a won battle with a great cost attached to that victory#with that victory not being entirely felt precisely because of the cost but SS *wants* to feel it regardless#the dead people stand in front of him he sees them he senses them he acknowledges them but then he moves forward anyway#fixating on the pride of the victory he also senses but wants to beat to the ground and *quickly* before it fully consumes him#so he buries himself to get that touch with his own humanity and his own mortality back#(and he does get it back as much as he'll distance from it doubling down on his role as a padiĆah until it's too late)#(it's no wonder his final E139 monologue bears some resemblance to his E26 ones from the helmet he wears to the color filter of the scenes#and him acknowledging his mortality again but sitting on the throne anyway)#the E40 monologue is about a lost battle that will bring a great cost with itself if they keep fighting#and on one head yeah SS now fully recognizes that cost and this is why he stops he *retreats* taking care of his people#seemingly having quenched his ego and pride#but on the other hand it took him the defeat to realize all that with him pushing further and further before#in spite of the risky conditions and notice how he wants to stay alive to evade death this time#with that rather pointing to his ego and pride having risen *more* than last time (he even proclaims the expedition a victory in the end)#all the while there's still enough (or rather more) awareness to hold himself back#also something about death vs. love (both quenching pride) in the monologues#of course tying to their respective batches of episodes that focus on either death or love in some way (Leo and Sadika's deaths;#(HĂŒrrem's absense and horse and its death) linked together but what dominates in the respective monologues depends on what SS sees as#mattering in the moment; until love and death and companionship finally come together in the E139 monologue but SS embraces power anyway#also something about the returning motive in that context: SS's âreturning is not weakness but maturity SĂŒleimanâ#vs. Ibrahim's earlier âreturning is not an ability but necessity Ibrahimâ (about his past and Parga in particular)#one can return anytime he wants to but refrains to and has to deal with having to return on a bigger level#the other wants to return but can't unless a reason emerges and permission is given and he completely takes in the return#magnificent century#muhteĆem yĂŒzyıl#muhtesem yuzyil#sultan suleiman#sultan suleyman
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on twitter some ppl were talking about THAT jo scene from iw again and someone commented fucking "you know he was thinking about using that gun on himself" and im not sane anymore !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! added something something his faith in ichi kept him hopeful enough in the moment but then when he went to jail oh. ohhh !!!!!!!!!!!
nooo cause if That Jo Scene is the flashback scene with hoshino's death that really had to be SUUUCH a low point if not top five lowest points for him i wanted to throw up watching that <- replays it in my brain constantly
#iw spoilers#snap chats#UGH I WANNA REPLAY IW SO BAD i still wanna see the scenes with english dubbing but i wanna finish lost judgment first#in any case no i love that scene. like you can see the will to live leave jo's body as he goes to sit down#god naw cause i was laughing (read: crying) over how jo really let that dog comment get to him. loved that really ....#i do enjoy the added context to sawashiro and his relationship with ichi even if its sort of one sided#like ichis never really harbored ill will towards him- hes not happy about how sawashiro treated him back then LOL#but it was still clear he respected him#with sawashiro- like once you know the whole locker mix up secret then it contextualizes their relationship (from jo's pov anyway)#but just sawashiro having actually MET akane and speaking with her and listening to her wish .. idk.#its a nice thought that- for as hard as he is on ichi- he is trying to look out for him for akane's sake#emphasis on For As Hard As He Is like my man you dont gotta take his finger off đđ in any case ...#maybe thats just optimistic thinking but its a nice thought. This All In Relation to having faith in ichi to Not game end himself đ#god but sawashiro in jail .. i really wouldve paid money just to know what was going through his head#how he reacted to aoki's death the moment he was told- like he already knew aoki never valued him but still... fathers love and all#ive rambled long enough vjlLKVEJVLKEJ BYE
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Yabushige count your fucking days. I am so mad
#the fucking flash forward. insane#toranaga in the fucking forest... ALL YOU HAVE LEFT IS THAT FUCKING EAGLE!!!!! NO SON NO FRIENDS!!!!#ishido blaming toranaga...... you should seppuku yourself...... shameless....#so all out war now??? no toranaga invasion???? mmm.....#yabushige has lost it.... all that for nothing... oof#oshiba and her kid finishing marikoa poem..... i think i huave covid#HIS SHIP??????#toranaga did this to keep him here knowing he wont stay now that mariko is dead.... i know it#the christians???? mariko???? to keep him here too??#omg fuji.........#toranagas baby is so big ajdhaksj 'i have more sons thanks to you' hello????#OSHIBA TURNED!!! ISHIDO ITS SO OVER!!!!#NO!!! LEAVE FUJI ALONE LET HER BECOME A NUN!!! ANJIN YOU ARE ON THIN ICE#toranaga is sucha bad bitch#i feel like anjin really felt ashamed about his first intent to arrive to japan and that mixed with marikos death... he said fuck it#and then toranaga turns it around and says nah... I am using YOU!! get your pussy up!! get your ships up!!!#'que la muerte le sea leve' thats what me and my friends say when we say goodbye to go to class ajshajanaakak i love this guy#favourite secondary character#this shot is so pretty... with the tree and the sea... the framing....#SEE how toranaga burned his ship!!!! bc he wants to keep him!!! thats his foreign pet!!#he makes him laugh and distracts his enemies ajdhajdjsj.... his jester...#beef squashed with my girlfriends husband đ€đ» now we hold respect for each other#that was so good#i said yabushige better count his days and here we are....#i post about someone and they die. 3/3 sobfar#if i reach far enough shogun is about a daimyo and the psychosexual relationship between him and his foreign pet...#he makes me laugh... and the last scene is the anjin laughing while looking at him... okay.....#talking tag#watching shogun#also!!! toranaga wanting to be shogun!!! this man is so complex!!! i hate him!!!
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I love how law became like, the crews step parent (step captain?) and fresh into having a new dad, their other dad Luffy has to leave on an important business trip, and all of wano is just like when your step parent is trying to get you to see them as the authority and ur like fuck off you're not my dad!
#they all responded differently to him too#like usopps just minding his business selling lemonade#zoros like... respectful but hes rebellious bc law is competition for luffys attention and Not Good Enough for Luffy#sanji was well behaved and listened bc hes a good boy so it shocked law when he caused a scene#on and on do u know what i mean do u see?#franky and robin are like their aunt and uncle in this scenario#i could add more but i lost my steam#use your own imagination
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rewatching Hannibal and I forgot just how quick Jack took to Will
#the glasses moment right off the bat. I know that scene can play a number of ways#Maybe it's him infantilizing Will. Maybe it's an early indicator of how he doesn't respect Wills boundaries regarding his personhood.#But idk man.i think he immediately sees a little lost puppy.Sees him all sad and isolated and just wants to reach out and physically#-- interact. Was it wrong? Should he have respected Wills personal space? Absolutely. But he had to.#hannibal#Idk it's been a while since I watched it
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copy pasting this from tag format i'm sorry this is a mess !!! shgdfvhsa
#i looove all the details of intimacy!!! knowing his fave movies and the books on his shelf. finding out his favourite food.
#how he rubs lotion onto your hands :(( & it ties in with his comment earlier :(( and just !! How all the care feels like it shouldnât belong with the two of your together but it does and itâs calming and comforting and :(( the healing!! your hands no longer cracking. what that means!!Â
#HE HOLDS UR HAND FOR THE SAKE OF HOLDING IT :((
#him choosing the colour of your eyes too :(( sdjhbfsj i looove the silent care they have for eachother. how not asking feels like that. how they protect eachother :(( im so sad 'i should have died that day i would have been more useful as legend' UUGH SO GOOD
#how he separates himself from it like a god oh thats so good that entire scene aches oh my god???? SO GOOD
#i love that beach scene i love the dialogue in this entire thing its just so raw and tender and SO MUCH in the unsaid
#the cogs in my brain are always turning when i read your stuff op and i love how there are a lot of things left to interpretation idk i have NO IDEA if how i'm reading it is correct but i love it bc it allows me to dig deep and try to figure that out!!
"you're so pretty, sometimes it makes me miserable" GODDDD how can he say that oh my GOD and and and how he tells you he'll do all the things you want to :(( 'i don't want my pieces i want yours' :(((
WAAAAH i love this so much. THAT ENDING!! GOSH. the way they see eachother :(( IM SAWBING this was so good thank you so much op, you're fantastic amazing wonderful everything!!!! as always!!!!!
ariadne's thread (3,839 words) Rating : Mature Gojo Satoru/Reader Tags : Fix-It, Jujutsu Kaisen Manga Spoilers, Major Manga Spoilers, Hurt/Comfort, Are You Gojo Satoru Because You're the Strongest, Or Are You the Strongest Because You're Gojo Satoru, Reader Has a Cursed Technique (Jujutsu Kaisen), Reader is JADED, Clingy Gojo Satoru, Mythology as a Motif, Vanilla Sex
Summary: He loses himself. He finds you, instead.
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#oh my god one of my fave gojo writers ever dhfbsad so good#pls read this#jjk#satoru#i loooove the read on gojo always; how op writes him with so much depth and character and just IT'S ALWAYS SO GOOD#everything feels so painfully accurate like gojo believing religion is more fallacy than faith. that opening paragraph:#i'm not a fan of ghost stories / too bad he is one <- UUUUGH I LOVE THAT#i also absolutely love the creativity put into the cursed technique of the reader it's so cool#there's also always this air abt op's fics that feel simultaneously comforting yet unsettling IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT it's like warm black#gojo showing up so persistently on reader's door is SUCH a him thing to do hsdfb + the dialogue?? AMAZING SBDFJ it's so in character#he's so insufferable i want to strangle him AHJSFB#i loooove the exploration of his cursed energy; how it trembles shifting in and out of reality sbdfjs#and that bit. 'i only have half a soul' / 'maybe i lost it a long time ago' HOW HE SAYS IT WITH A SHRUG wow. i love that.#gojo having a strange respect for time too. i love that little detail; and generosity being a habit left from his boy-prince upbringing#i love love love the way you write op because you're able to write in so many details about a character so intimately!!! but they all#contribute to the bigger picture; they all speak of history and how it plays into who they are now idkidk it's just. such a way with words#i think gojo withholds a lot of things and the more he talks about something the less it matters to him.#i love descriptions in this; how the healing sessions parallel to how he's feeling idkidkidk!!! i can't even describe it properly#GOJO SATORU PAIN IN MY ASS DAMN RIGHTBSDBFJA I LOVE THAT#omg. and just. gojo being his petty ass not contacting you for three weeks sdshj there is SOOOO much intensity within him GOD#everything about this is so so so interesting bc of the condition/state he was left in after the fight#and the consequences of that + when it gets too much it's soooo. wow. op your brain is >>>>#'You realize youâre not just a comfort for Gojo. Youâve been keeping him alive.' and the scene after oh my god#:(( take me with you next time :(( only if you pay me overtime :(( CLENCHING MY HEART RN#and he keeps you with him after. ooh my god. i loove that :( how the day just drags on and you never leave and it just repeats#op you are soooo good at writing scenes like this and i adore it so so much :(( the words and sentences are simple but they hit so much#i love that being with him kinda just happens and you grow comfortable to it and you have to touch him a lot bc of ur CT but#that becomes something natural too :(( and when hE RECIPROCATES AND EVERYTHING STARST ESCALATING OOOHH I AM#and that kiss omfghsbdg HE'S INSUFFERABLE I STG im gonna strangle him#what is the point of talent without enjoyment? <- wow
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I think its genuinely fascinating how Biden has somehow become the bad vibes sin eater for the party. I'm seeing people who were doing the whole "voting doesn't matter both old men are the same" pivot hard into voting as harm reduction. The anti voting rhetoric has COMPLETELY lost The Youths on tiktok. People suddenly remember the good things the Biden administration has done but don't associate Harris with any of the things they didn't like. In my swing state volunteers are signing up in droves. People feel ENERGIZED, the vibe shift pre and post Biden dropping from the race has just been insane
Y'know, that is a... good way of putting it. It's also why I'm quite sure that Biden has probably been planning it for a while. I don't think he was intending to step down, and didn't want to be forced out at the drop of a hat, but after he realized that the circus was never going to stop until he did, he did the honorable fall-on-his-own-sword thing and definitely, DEFINITELY spent some time choreographing this behind the scenes. Because while the roll-out has been very smooth, it could just as easily (as many of us were expecting) have been a total disaster, and that doesn't happen without SOME planning. It's also entirely possible that the campaign staff flipped from Biden to Harris are superhuman, to come up with a massive online roll-out, new branding, new signs (they had plenty of 'em in Wisconsin yesterday), new everything, but I'm guessing it's a combination of both. Biden has spent his entire political career being underestimated, and after we literally made a meme out of Dark Brandon juking the Republicans out of their shoes, we should definitely give credit where credit is due in how masterfully he pulled it off.
Because we have had eight years defined by the central question of Whether The President Is a God King Who Should Serve For Life (the MAGAts obviously think yes), the sheer idea of a president willingly giving up his power BEFORE he had to is also novel and admirable. It's sad that this is the case, but so be it. The Republicans also got a heaping helping of Be Careful What You Wish For that was undoubtedly brilliant; they've been yelling for years that Biden is old and frail and can't serve and should step down. Biden went "lol okay" and gave it to them, and now they're fucked.
Aside from that, on the most basic level, it's far, far easier to see the actual difference in the parties with Harris as the nominee, just because it shows that one party is willing to make progress and reflect the new demographic reality and social mores of America, and the other one is not. Now to be clear, Biden deserves an incredible amount of credit for coming out of retirement (he was ALREADY 77 years old when he became president and had had decades of a long and respected career in public service behind him) to fight, beat Trump, and deliver an incredibly successful presidency. He held the line against authoritarianism at home and abroad, he rescued the trashed American economy and managed a world-leading recovery from Covid, he stood up for democracy, he spent four years filling the benches with liberal judges to reverse even some of the Trump/McConnell hack job, he finally passed comprehensive infrastructure investment and the Green New Deal under the name of the Inflation Reduction Act -- and so on. Many of these priorities had been languishing for decades or were completely trashed under Trump, and he could not have done so much in just 4 years without all that age, skill, and experience. Hence why all the Ageism!!! was (aside from being a Republican/media smear job) dumb. He's able to do the job because he has had decades to study. Turns out that makes you actually pretty damn good at it.
Yes, Biden could not do as much as he wanted or originally planned, had to deal with MAGA Republicans and Joe Manchin/Kyrsten Sinema sabotaging him the whole time (lololol Manchin, possible possessor of the World's Biggest Ego and with Trump around that's saying something, popping out of obscurity to self-righteously announce he would not be willing to be Kamala's VP. YEAH ASSHOLE. LITERALLY NOBODY ASKED YOU. NOBODY WHATSOEVER. NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS AT LEAST WE WILL SOON NO LONGER HAVE MANCHIN IN THE SENATE). And yes, Biden made some serious mistakes of his own, because he IS from an older generation and a different style of doing politics/different beliefs that no longer resonate with the younger segments of the electorate. But this old white Catholic guy at the age of almost 80 still managed to be the most progressive president ever, coming in at a moment of incredible domestic and international crisis and getting us safely to the other side, and all cynicism, criticizing, and caveating aside, he deserves an incredible amount of credit for that. I mean that absolutely, and I am very grateful.
As I said, willingly relinquishing that power takes guts, and when Biden saw the writing on the wall that he had to sacrifice himself, he took his time, he didn't jump too early, and he didn't jump too late. On the most basic level, it becomes a hell of a lot easier to make the "both parties are not the same" argument when one is running a (comparatively) young brown woman and the other is still running their loathed felonious old demented orange traitor. Most Americans are not plugged into policy minutiae and details. They look at Biden-Trump, they see two old white guys. When you take one of those old white guys away (who goes in a self-sacrificially heroic manner and in sharp contrast with the coup-happy fascist) and put Kamala Harris in there instead, it generates an obvious jolt. People can see for themselves that there is a real difference that doesn't rely on closely reading news and tracking complex policy, because as noted, most Americans simply don't. The brown first-generation American daughter of brown immigrants is a quantifiably different story from "old white guy career politician," which for better or worse is how Biden was seen, especially the old part. We needed that establishment expertise to beat Trump in 2020; I still think Biden is the only one who could have done it, and as noted, we owe him a great debt for doing so.
However.... 2024 is not 2020, and it is not 2016. There has been this HUGE and unbelievable swing to Kamala because she represents the antithesis of what the last eight years of Trump-induced anger, fear, panic, chaos, and hatred has stirred up. That's why people are so ready to rally around her, just as they were (I daresay) around Obama in 2008, after the exhaustion, chaos, war, and mounting economic misery of Bush. Trump has been out of office for the last four years, but his shadow over the American political landscape has been omnipresent. Now people know that we finally have a real chance at getting rid of him forever, and just as Biden was uniquely positioned to capitalize on that in 2020, so Harris is now. Which is why, however tough it will be, she has a real shot at winning. I can guarantee the Republicans know that, and are shit scared. Because the Black Lady Army of Democracy has indeed arrived in force to Get This Shit Done and I don't know about you, but I found that incalculably comforting:
Yikes! All lined up for Kamala pic.twitter.com/Dt4OCDp7WX
â Alex Cole (@acnewsitics) July 24, 2024
This, at the most basic level, is what scares fascists the most, it's exactly what we need now, and what Harris is uniquely positioned to mobilize, along with her gangbusters appeal to young voters:
This is the energy we need. This is what Biden saw and planned for and which he launched us into, and where all that experience and age paid off. This is why people, even people otherwise disengaged, disillusioned, or checked out of the tedious and mind-numbering drudgery and depression of American politics, are responding to it. Because it's easy to understand, it offers hope, and it tells a very simple story that is nonetheless long overdue:
Thanks so much, Joe. Go absolutely waste that orange fucker, Kamala. We got your back.
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Actually while I'm thinking about it, I just wanna say that the more live-action remakes Disney shlups out like shoveled manure, the more amazed I am that Cinderella (2015) exists. It breaks literally every standard of Disney's LA remakes.
It's not a shot-for-shot remake of the original 1950 animated film, though it does include small references and homages to it, but only when such things can be incorporated organically into the story.
The creators understood and respected the cross-cultural significance of the Cinderella story. They didn't want to "fix" it, or add some wacky twist to it, they just wanted to make the best possible version of the Quintessential Cinderella that they could.
Everything that could be done practically was done practically. The carriage was a real, the horses pulling it were real, and all of the other animals (with the exception of the mice and lizards, since their performance was a lot more involved than the others') were real living animals, the lizard footman and goose carriage driver were wearing prosthetics instead of just having their animal features added in post, the Fairy Godmother's dress had little LED lights sewn into it so that it would actually glow for real, the ballroom set was built by hand and included real chandeliers with more than 2000 total candles that were all actually lit for the scene, and I could go on but you get the point.
There's a ton of attention paid to little details that make the world feel real and lived in. Ella's shoes are always a little scuffed and dirty. Her farm dress is faded and wrinkled. When she breaks down and runs away to the woods, she rides her horse bareback (which, once again, was a thing Lily James actually did, no stunt-double or editing in post), because not only is that something a country girl like her would know how to do, but it also makes sense that with as upset as she is, she wouldn't want to waste time with saddling the horse. When she's dancing with the prince, it's visually obvious that he is leading her and giving her cues because of course Ella wouldn't know the latest ballroom dances, and would need him to guide her through it.
Hey speaking of dancing, y'know what else this movie does that no other LA remake has been allowed to do (at least not to this extent)? ROMANCE. Land sakes alive, this is one of the most unabashedly and yet still tastefully romantic movies I've ever seen. Ella and Kit are just oozing romantic chemistry from the moment they lock eyes for the first time. It all comes down to the fact that these two characters both have the same core values of courage and kindness, which makes their admiration for each other feel grounded and believable. Richard Madden also really sells Kit's feelings for Ella with the way his eyes go all big and soft whenever he looks at her. And don't even get me started on Lily's performance as Ella. Her quiet awe that someone as powerful as the prince loves her. The timidity and fear that she's not really worthy of that. The selfless determination to protect him from her family's cruelty, even if it means she'll never see him again, I'm just-- *banging my fist against the table and screaming into a pillow*
Absolutely god-tier costume design. No notes, I think Sandy Powell's work speaks for itself. Btw, in case you were somehow still wondering, yes, Ella's ballgown is fully practical--those layers upon layers of dreamy silk skirts are real. CG was only used to brighten up the blue color to make her stand out from the crowd more.
Wicked stepmother was allowed to actually be wicked. The movie never tries to make you sympathize with Lady Tremaine, or shift the blame off to someone else. And her villainy is given an extra layer of depth with the reveal that she is a dark reflection of Ella. They've both lost people they loved, but where Ella refused to let her grief get in the way of kindness, Lady Tremaine became utterly consumed by it. She views the death of her first husband as a sort of twisted justification for pursuing all her worst impulses. She despises Ella for her ability to flourish even while enduring terrible suffering, for being everything Lady Tremaine was either unable or flat-out refused to be.
Also Cate Blanchet absolutely SLAYS in this role. Hands-down my favorite portrayal of the wicked stepmother character.
Anyways, TLDR: Cinderella (2015) is the only Disney live-action remake that can justify its own existence and that's because it actively defies everything the LA remakes are today.
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By Order of the Black Pirates
An 'Ice On My Teeth' Comeback Special Series
"N-No, please! Spare me! I was wrong! I swear I'll never do it again!" The man's voice cracked as he grovelled on the damp ground, tears carving paths through the grime on his face. His trembling hands offered up the tiny diamond he'd been foolish enough to stealâhis last-ditch effort to appease the eight figures towering over him like shadows of death.
He'd heard the whispers, the warnings: Never cross the Black Pirates. Never touch what belongs to them. Never even think of betrayal. Yet greed had blinded him. Now, staring into their cold, merciless eyes, he knew his regret was far too late.
The leader of the gang stepped forward, a smirk tugging at his lips as he tilted his head, studying the pitiful man like a cat sizing up a doomed mouse. "Didn't I ask you to screen these rats better?" he drawled, casting a sideways glance at the eldest among them before shifting his focus back to their prey. "No time to waste. Finish him."
A low chuckle echoed through the tension-filled night as the gang's usual executioner, a broad-shouldered figure clad in his signature fur coat, stepped forward, his grin as sharp as the blade in his hand.
"Sorry, buddy," he mused, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. "This will be the night you take your final breathâby order of the Black fuckin' Pirates."
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Watching the harrowing scene from a distance stood a figure with crossed arms, his voice low as he muttered to his right-hand, "Every man has a weakness. Find the Black Pirates', and we'll knock them off their high horses."
"And if they have none, sir?"
The figure's lips curled into a dark smile. "Then we'll make sure they do."
Pairing(s): gang members!ateez x fem!reader
AU: gang au
Summary: One by one, the Black Pirates uncover their greatest weakness. But when the cracks begin to show, will they stand firm or let their vulnerabilities bring their empire to its knees?
Genre: angst, hurt/comfort
Trigger Warnings: violence, torture, abuse, blood, murder, language, contains dark themes in general
A/N: Credits to the wonderful @sundaybossanova for giving me the idea of something Peaky Blinders inspired. Thank you so much and ilyđ
**Dearest readers, please note that all chapters are interconnected. You're advised to read them in order.
ATEEZ MASTERLIST
Hongjoong
⣠The Captain
The Captain of the Black Piratesârespected, feared, and unmatched in strategyâlives by his sharp mind and unshakable resolve. But his carefully constructed world begins to crumble when a grave mistake leads him to torture an innocent suspect nearly to death. Haunted by guilt, his quest for redemption takes an unexpected turn, awakening a part of him he never thought existed: a desire to protect and care for someone.
Seonghwa
⣠The Gentleman
The Black Pirates' poised diplomat, celebrated for his refined demeanour, sharp wit, and unmatched negotiation skills, is always in control. But his composure falters when he encounters an unwilling captive trapped in the Red Roomâa ruthless training ground for spies. Driven by an unexpected urge to save her, he finds his carefully maintained boundaries beginning to unravel.
Yunho
⣠The Enforcer [Coming soon]
The towering enforcer of the Black Pirates, both disarming and deadlyâhis easy charm capable of winning over enemies, while his legendary fury dominates the battlefield. But his unbreakable facade begins to crack when he meets a psychologist during a missionâsomeone who can see through his carefully crafted mask, just as he can see through hers. Beneath her confident exterior lies a frightened soul lost in a dark world, and for the first time, he finds himself compelled to protect someone in a way he never expected.
Yeosang
⣠The Phantom [Coming soon]
Mysterious and elusive, the Black Pirates' intelligence expert is known for his sharp instincts and unparalleled skill in espionage and reconnaissance. But when he crosses paths with a woman who surpasses him in both skill and wit for the first time, his confidence begins to waver. As she outsmarts him at every turn, he finds himself unexpectedly drawn to her, eagerly anticipating each challengeâbecause the thrill of being near her is something he never expected to crave.
San
⣠The Tempest [Coming soon]
The Black Pirates' most unpredictable force is a whirlwind of fiery passion and unbridled energyâalways the first to leap into action when chaos erupts. But his world tilts when he stumbles upon a woman who, unlike his victims who always begged to live, is on the brink of ending her own life. Upon discovering she's terminally ill, he finds himself gripped by an unfamiliar and urgent desire to save her, igniting a battle within himself unlike anything he's ever faced.
Mingi
⣠The Firestarter [Coming soon]
The Black Pirates' wild card is notorious for his fiery temper and even more explosive schemesâa dangerous yet irresistibly charming presence. But his confidence takes a hit when one of his near-disastrous plans is salvaged by an unlikely passerby: a composed and resourceful former aristocrat, exiled and stripped of her wealth, now navigating the world's harsh realities. Her icy demeanour and unshakable poise captivate him, leaving the ever-impulsive man unexpectedly drawn to her.
Wooyoung
⣠The Charmer [Coming soon]
The Black Pirates' negotiator and master of distractions is renowned for his confidence and flirtatious charm, which can sway almost anyone. But his ego is severely wounded when he encounters the loyal bodyguard of a high-profile target, someone completely immune to his usual tricks, during a high-stakes mission. Frustrated by his failure yet captivated by her unwavering resolve, he finds himself unable to stay away, drawn to the challengeâand to herâin ways he never expected.
Jongho
⣠The Anchor [Coming soon]
The steadfast foundation of the Black Pirates is renowned for his unfaltering strength and calm under pressure. As the gang's moral compass and protector, he's always put duty above all else. But when a rival gang's attack threatens the life of their kind-hearted hired doctor, he begins to realise that his priorities extend beyond just his brothers. Torn between his loyalty to the gang and his growing feelings for her, he faces an agonising choice: protect his family or save her.
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Family Man Part 2
Yandere!Gojo Satoru x reader
Part One
Word Count: 8.9k
thx to a very lovely commissioner!!!
Synopsis : Two months after Satoshiâs death, you and your daughter struggle to move on. Youâre so lucky that Gojo is there to pick up the pieces.
(Yandere, smut, oral sex both m/f receiving, lactation kink, implied depression, masochistic gojo, ooc gojo, never rlly fixed that, reader has dark skin, xenophobia(NOT by gojo))
Sometimes, you're in bed, and feel like he's right beside you.Â
For a moment, the last two months disappear. You feel whole again. Sometimes, itâs enough to make you turn around, words on your tongue, already ready to smile and greet him with a kiss.Â
He isn't there. Nothing's behind you.Â
And you feel empty all over again.Â
It's better somedays. The emptiness. It's like a looming visage of gloom. Farther away one day, in your bed the next. Lately, it's growing bigger and bigger. A dark cloud on your shoulder, resting heavier and heavier on your back.Â
Grief. Mourning. Loss.Â
When you open the door, the mailman smiles cheerily at you.Â
"Morning!" He chirps. "Lovely weather we're having today."
You nod, silent as he begins to dig through his bag. He's younger than you, you note. By a decade, at the very least. Barely in his twenties. When you were his age, you were still back home, in the village. When you were his age, Japan was just a faraway country, hardly worth your notice.Â
He hands you your dues. You take them with a respectful thank you. And then you wait for the inevitable.Â
On cue, his smile fades. Something pitying fills his gaze. You force yourself to stare right back at him. Insecurity bites at you, and you know he's staring at your dull face. The circles underneath your eyes.Â
In the background, Reina babbles. He's forced to take his eyes off of you momentarily.Â
"I heard about your husband." He starts, still staring inside your home. Your hands tighten into fists. "I'm sorry for your loss."Â
He bows. So do you.Â
"Thank you." You tell him, rehearsed, just like you practiced millions and millions of times. "I...appreciate it."Â
He smiles, as if he think he did something, made your life a little easier. You let him bathe in his graciousness, before you shut the door. Away from the sunlight, away from fabricated sympathies. You finally feel like you can breathe again.Â
It's been like this ever since Satoshi died.Â
Car wreck. Some drunk had driven too close to the curb. Satoshi had been walking home. He'd missed the bus, he does that often. It's a usual quirk of his, you'd often found it adorably clumsy. Being late was harmless. He wasn't supposed to die for it. It'd been an instant kill, for the both of them. No other witnesses. The scene was cleaned up by the time you got there. The officers kept you in dread for four hours. In that time, you could almost convince yourself that it wasn't him. The reason why he wasn't answering your calls was because his phone had died. He was lost on the other side of town. He was anywhere else, doing anything else.Â
You were brought to identify the body. Your eyes couldnât deny what you saw.
You think a part of yourself died with your husband, too. You drift through life like a ghost. Mindless, numb. Colors have all bled into grayish blues. You donât really feel much of anything anymore.
Reina squeals. You blink back to reality.
Sheâd dropped her toy. You pick it up. It was a purple stuffed rabbit. Satoshi had gotten it for her the day she was born. She doesnât even sleep without it.
These days, Reina is the only thing that makes you get up in the morning, even when you donât want to. Sheâs the only thing you push yourself for.
You donât know where youâd be without her.
Sheâs giggles when you hand it back. She doesnât even know. How can you even begin to tell your infant that her father is no longer coming home? Someone so new at life should not experience death this soon. Itâs a sin. Someone has cursed her. Itâs the only explanation you could give.
You kiss her on the top of her head. Her baby hairs are still growing. They resemble yours. Every part of her was you. When you look at her, you donât see Satoshi.
You used to tease him about it; now, you wish there was just a tiny bit of him on her face.
Or maybe it was a good thing? Did you even want to see the man you loved, mourned for, and hated to think about in your daughterâs eyes? Would it break you even further?
You donât have to think about questions like those. You have more important things to worry about. When you rifle through the mail, your heart sinks.
Warnings, bills, everything that Satoshi used to handle. Even when your world stopped, the rest of the planet didnât: ever turning, ever malevolent.
You place the bills down. Reina babbles something.
You bend down to pick her up, she screams in delight when you place her on your lap, peppering her face with kisses.
And maybe your world hadnât stopped, not just yet.
âThere are stains on your blouse.â
You glance down before shrugging.
âReina dropped her food.â You shrug. âI didnât have time to clean it up.â
Kiyo doesnât look very happy about your excuse. She doesnât say anything about it, preferring to glare at you in silent disapproval as she always does. Usually, youâd have Satoshi acting as a barrier between you and your mother-in-law. For obvious reasons, that wasnât feasible at the moment.
Reina was being entertained by your father-in-law. Satoshi had inherited Isamuâs bald spot as well as his gentleness. Reina kicked her feet as Isamu muttered soft words, as though they were communicating, even though Reina hadnât even said her first words yet.
Another milestone Satoshi would miss.
âWe made adjustments to the will,â Kiyo announces. âEverything will be passed onto Reina when she comes of age.â
You nod, not very interested in politics and lands. Satoshi came from a traditional family. Japanese nobility, though he wasnât fond of talking about his background. You were always fine with it. You never married him for the money, despite what your mother-in-law thinks.
On cue, Kiyo snaps her fingers. You blink in her direction.
She frowns, but youâve never seen her smile in your presence.
âI would appreciate if you could pay attention when discussing my grandchildâs future.â She more or less hisses.
âI am,â you give. âTrust me, no one else is more invested in my daughterâs future than me.â
It makes her even more mad, but youâre too drained to play âsubmissive daughter-in-lawâ with her. From the moment Satoshi introduced you as his fianceâ, Kiyo had hated you. Nothing you did could make her like you. Not even when you learned the language perfectly, immersed yourself in Japanese culture.
She never said it out loud, but you knew what she thought of you. She wanted someone different for her son: someone with pale skin, straight hair, and Japanese heritage.
You wonder if she blames you for his death.
âYou haven't gone to visit him,â She says, after she breaks her death stare, âyou should.â
A part of you wants to say no, but youâre in her home, and you know she doesnât take it lightly when guests (not family, you were not family) reject her. So you do as she suggested. You rise, glancing at Reina before ultimately stepping out of Satoshiâs childhood home.
He was just as you had left him. His gravestone stood tall and proud. Even next to all the other graves, his was the tallest. It must be Kiyoâs doing. No matter the gripes she had about you, her child would always reach for the skies.
His incense had to be switched. You did so, throwing out the burnt sticks and replacing them with new ones. You watched the smoke flicker away from his altar. A lone picture of him, a shy smile. It was from back when he was younger. His hair was still there. An office job hadnât dulled his eyes.
You wanted to keep the ashes. Just a tiny piece of him, tucked by your own altar you had. Kiyo had refused, wanting the entire body to be cremated and kept in one piece. Too broken, you hadnât pushed. Now, all you were left with his clothes and the fading scent on the pillows. You regret not fighting more that day.
You donât cry. Not today. A part of you is proud. It feels like itâs much too early to feel so numb to this grave. Itâs too early for this to feel normal.
You touch the cold stone. Itâs smooth underneath your fingertips.
Your in-laws are right inside the house. You still feel lonely.
âYou shouldnât have left.â You told the tomb. âYou shouldnât have abandoned me like this.â
When you curse Satoshiâs grave, you could have sworn you felt a tiny tingle by your neck.
On Thursdays, you take Reina shopping.
Sheâs a hit with the local farmers market. The shopkeepers coo at her giggles and beautiful eyes as you haggle prices for vegetables and grains. Itâs nice to get back on routine. Even with everything going on.
The bills were still on the counter when you left. More and more were coming in. You feel like you were being buried alive.
Reina kicks her feet. When you look at her, her chubby cheeks are stretched in the wide smile. You smile back, and then you pepper her face with kisses. These days, youâve opted out of the bus, trying to save some money. Itâll just be until you find a job. Then, you can take as many Air-conditioned rides as you want.
Thereâs a honk. You ignore it. A car rolls to a stop beside the sidewalk. You take a peek, and then you stop and stare.
âMr. Gojo?â You ask.
âHey! Long time!â The man waves cheerily.
You give a timid smile, waving. Reina, your polar opposite, screams in delight. She frantically leans out of your arms as though she could get to Gojo by sheer will. You quickly rearrange your hands to balance her.
âWhatâre you doing out there?â He frowns. âEspecially in this heat?â
âAh.â Subconsciously, you wipe the sweat off your neck. âWe were heading home from the market.â
He brightens. âWanna hop in? Itâs way too hot to walk that far.â
You smile, about to politely decline but then you remember infants shouldnât be in this weather for too long.
Gojoâs car is luxurious, but the biggest relief is the cool air blowing over your heated skin. Reina is ecstatic to be next to Gojo. She babbles something, reaching out her tiny arms. Gojo takes her immediately.
âAnd howâs the prettiest girl in the world doing, today?â He grins, lifting her above his head. She coos.
Youâre not really sure how Gojo walked into your life. You met him once before. That day when Satoshi had a mental breakdown and practically ran away from home. Gojo was so ansty back then, and it made sense why he and your husband got along so well.
He was the one who brought home Satoshiâs essentials from workâhis computer, his notesâand then he started delivering Satoshiâs work mail. Then, sometimes, heâd stop by for lunch. And then he started bringing toys for Reina. Two months passed, and you know him now.
Not well. But you know Gojo enough to slip into the passenger seat, watching how he handles Reina.
âOkay, Car ride!â He tells her. She claps her hands as he gently hands her back to you.
âThank you again, Mr. Gojo.â You tell him. âReally, this means a lot.â
He waves you off, starting the car. âDonât worry about it, Seriously. Got nothinâ better to do anyway. Also, I told you already, call me Satoru.â
You smile, shifting away. You donât know why Gojo is insistent on helping a widow. He was the friend of your late husband (though, strangely, Satoshi never spoke of the man before or after the quick introductions). Maybe itâs guilt. But unlike the rest of the people who knew, Gojo never once looked at you like that as though you were in pieces in front of him. It was nice, finally having someone like that. Someone who doesnât see you as the widow of a dead man.
He was a nice young man. You shouldnât be so quick to assume everyone has an underlying motive.
Maybe some people were just as they are. Nice.
âGrocery shopping?â He mentions to your bag. It creases under your grip.
You nod. âDinner. Youâre welcome to join, but Iâm not making anything special.â
âIâd never pass up a meal from you, maâam,â Gojo says, happily.
You like to keep to yourself, but he was driving you home. It was the least you could do to pay back his hospitality, as well as the other things he had done for you. Honestly, your bucket for Gojoâs hospitality wasn't yet empty.
When the car rolls to a stop, Gojo hops out, opening the door before you can touch it. You thank him, Reina huddled safely in your arms and fast asleep. Gojo grins, not before grabbing your groceries and leading the way.
Your house is sparser than it had been just months ago. Less decoration. Less silly memoirs. No pictures. You dumped them all, stored them in a tiny box before locking them all in the attic. You couldnât bring yourself to throw it away.
Gojo waltzes into your home like he owns it. You donât mind. Heâs young, still in his twenties, at his prime. These days, you can feel things start to break down within you. Your shoulder hurts when you sleep on it the wrong way. You have to be more careful about picking up things from off the ground. You canât tell whether this has to do with the remnants of pregnancy or your age, but youâre envious of Gojoâs youthful strength either way.
He places the bags on the counter. By then, Reinaâs awake. She blearily blinks at you. You were hoping sheâd stay asleep for a little while longer.
âI can watch her!â Gojo pipes up, extending his hands. Reinaâs overjoyed to be handed over. Itâs nice to have your hands full with something else other than baby
You listen to them giggle while you get started on dinner. Itâs your usual dance. Potatoes. The sounds of boiling water. You want to make something simple, but Gojo is here, and you donât want to disappoint your guest. By the time youâre back out, itâs nearly an hour, and the food has yet to be served.
They donât seem to mind. Gojo had taken Reina onto the floor. You donât complain. Itâs where she usually played anyway. He was driving one of her wooden cars on the carpet, running it across the floor, as Reina clapped to her heartâs content. You could only watch, heart strangely numb.
Heâs good with her.
Like Satoshi was.
You clear your throat. Gojo looks up.
âFoodâs ready.â You tell him with a stiff smile. âWhy donât you wash up? Iâll take care of her.â
âBe good, okay?â He pats Reinaâs head before standing up. You take her into your arms.
Sheâs tired from playing. Reina settles in the crib rather nicely. Itâs relieving. When sheâs asleep, you canât bring yourself to leave. You watch her. Her chest rises and falls. She snores. Itâs the most adoring noise youâve ever heard.
When you head back to the kitchen, Gojoâs already back. He grins, clearly eager.
âYou cooked a lot.â He comments when you two finally settle down. âNot that Iâm complaining!â
âI hope itâs to your liking,â you say as always.
And it is. Gojo never hides from giving his compliments. Heâs so genuine and sincere, and it makes you a bit bashful.
âMrs. Sawai, this stuff right here is sometimes the highlight of my day,â he says. You shake your head.
âItâs true! You have talent. You should open up a restaurant or something! Wait no, donât do that...youâd be booked for years, and Iâll never eat your cooking again.â That makes you laugh. He seems pleased for some reason.
âThank you,â you say, âI appreciate that.â
âHow was your week? Your students?â You prod.
âGood. Theyâre all good!â He chirps back. âI was out of town for the week, so returning to my precious students was the best.â He sighs. âSometimes, I wish I could just pack them all in my suitcase and take âem with me. Theyâre the cutest things.â
He said he taught at a religious school, which you found strange because Gojo didnât really strike you as religious. Nevertheless, he seemed very passionate about teaching. It was rather endearing.
Did Satoshi ever have that kind of passion for his job?
âReina reminds me of them. The youth.â Gojo adds. âEndless potential. The kids are all like...seeds, right? They just need the proper care to bloom.â
âThatâs a nice way of looking at things,â you say.
When dinnerâs over, you gather the utensils and bowls. Gojo offers to help, but you don't bite, insisting that he rests. It gives you time to decompress. As much as you like Gojo, heâs a bit severe. You canât be around him for too long, heâs too bright. His companionship is much like a furnace. Warm, but too much, and you burn.
When you return, you expect him to put his shoes back on, waiting by the door.
Instead, Gojo is perched on the counterâhis hands card through your mail.
You stare. He doesnât seem particularly surprised at being caught. He doesnât startle; he barely spares you a glance, perusing over your bills like they were his. You know you should say something. Anger. It should bubble up instead of the shame. You open your mouthâ
âHow much?â He suddenly asks.
You fumble. âWhat?â
He waves the envelopes. âHow much is it?â
You say nothing. He shrugs, as if thatâs an answer itself.
Gojo reaches into his pocket and pulls out a checkbook. You move when he plucks a stray pen from the counter.
âWhat are you doing?â You ask, incredibly lost.
âIâm not real good with money.â He sheepishly admits before tearing off the slip and handing it to you. âBut this should be enough, right?â
You stare at the amount. Youâve never held this much money before.
âI canât accept this.â You instantly say. Instinct.
You go to hand this back. He puts a hand on his chin.
âTell you what.â He tells you. âIf I gotta take this back, Iâm just gonna head to the bank, cash it in myself, and throw all the money into the river.â He grins at your horrified expression. âAnd itâll all be in Yuan, so even if someone fishes it out, no oneâs gonna be able to use it. One way or another, that moneyâs getting outtaâ my bank.â
His voice softens, akin to butter. It melts into your ears.
âThis isnât out of obligation or anything. Iâm giving this to you because I want to help my friend. Thatâs it.â
Gojo has never looked at you in pity, not like the others. Heâs always looked at you like...well, you could never understand his expression. You stare at him. His sunglasses have tilted over, showcasing those gorgeous blue eyes.
Why? Why are you doing this? You want to ask him. Itâs killing you inside. Is it pity for the wife of a dead friend? Why was he doing this to you?
You think of Reina. Happy giggling, Reina, with your eyes and your hair.
âItâs not like I don't have any to spare. Iâm, like, loaded,â Gojo continues with his usual snark, and you think of the fancy black car parked in front of your tiny house. âAnd if that isnât enough for you, just think of it as me paying you back after all those times Iâve eaten your food.â
You lower your gaze when you take the check.
âIâll pay you backââ
ââI wonât accept it.â He grins, and you have to smile at his tenacity.
âThank you. No, really.â You keep the check close to your chest. âThank you, Mr.Gojo.â
He angles his sunglasses down. He looks expectant. Just this once.
âThank you, Satoru.â
âNo problem!â He pops his frames back into place.
You see him off. When heâs behind the wheel, he gives an excited wave. You shyly wave back.
And then you feel a touch right on your back. When you turn, thereâs nothing but air.
Sometimes, you dream of home.
Your real home. The village is far, far away from Japan. Where you lived with your parents and siblings and aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents. On sweltering summer nights, you and the other children would sleep on the terrace underneath the stars. There were dirt paths, and rolling hills but the sky was clear every night.
In the village, tradition was everything. You used to hate it. Every day was the same. An endless cycle. You used to dance back then, your family had pushed you into it. As a child, you thought it was stupid.
Maybe thatâs what pulled you towards the cityâbustling roads, people everywhere. Your college was a town in and of itself. You met so many new people every day.
Satoshi was one of them.
When you brought them to your family, everyone was in awe. He was a foreigner. He was well-off, too; he came from a traditional Japanese family.
It was your Nani who pulled you aside as your family gushed about him.
âAre you sure about this one?â She had asked.
You nodded. Back then, you were young and in love. He was everything you could have dreamed of. New, exciting.
She doesnât smile.
âBe careful.â
You remembered her words, even after you ran off with Satoshi to Japan. You remembered her words even after Satoshi assured you he wanted you to stay home and heâd work. You remembered her words when Reina was born. You remembered her words when you and Satoshiâs lives were perfect and happy.
And then you woke up.
Your village was gone. Instead of waking up in a pile of your siblings, you were alone on a giant bed.
Itâs dark in your home. Satoshi hated having the lights off.
You looked to the crib. Reina was still asleep. During nights like these, you often bring her to sleep with you. It still isnât enough, sometimes.
Youâre a terrible mother. Why isnât your own daughter enough for you?
Careful not to wake her, you slip out of bed, walking into the closet. You reach up, feeling your way on one of the shelves.
The photo album is dusty. You cough a bit when you open the book.
Thereâs you. Younger, stupider, garbed in your traditional dance dress. You always found that outfit so itchy. The photo was taken right after youâd placed first in one of your last competitions. Even in the photo, you had this look of disdain, holding that trophy like it was nothing but a heavy burden.
You still have that trophy a decade later.
You flip another page. Your parents. Your cousins. Your Aunts and Uncles. You stare at the photo of you holding your baby cousin. He was the same age as Reina when that picture was taken. That was ten years ago.
You canât remember the last time you saw your family. Reina hadnât met her grandparents, her own cousins. You never got the chance to. Satoshi was always so anxious about leaving Japan.
Theyâve seen her, through video calls and photos. But thatâs different than touching her, bonding with her.
You stare at the photo of you posing with the rest of your siblings and cousins. Strangely, you feel like you robbed something from Reina.
You miss home.
You cry until the album shuts itself closed, and the sun starts peeking through the windows.
âYou good?â Satoru suddenly asks.
You blink, eyelashes fluttering as you stare at him. Heâs on the floor again, watching Reina as she clacks a few wooden blocks together. It isnât quiet. The babbling, too. Sheâd already knocked over the tower Satoru had built. He didnât seem too upset by her destruction.
âOh,â you say, âyes. Yes, Iâm fine. Thank you.â
As discretely as you can, you rub at your eyes, hoping that would shoo the dark circles away. It doesnât help.
âI...just havenât been sleeping too well these days. Thatâs all.â
Reina says something, not too happy with the lack of attention. Satoru gives her another block. Heâd given her a bunch of toys, this time. You werenât sure where to even store half of them. If he kept this up, pretty soon Reinaâs entire room will be filled with dolls mirrors, and blocks.
âWhatâs been going on?â He asks.
Youâre not sure how to answer that. You arenât sure whatâs been going on yourself. All that you know is that itâs getting worse. You canât sleep at night, most nights like thereâs something pressing you down. Things are going missing. You feel like youâre being watched constantly over and over again.
It only goes away whenever Satoruâs around. Maybe thatâs why youâre more tolerant of his space.
âItâs nothing,â you say, âIâve just misplaced a few things. Itâs been aggravating looking for them.â
âHm.â He cocks his head, you canât decipher his tone. âReally?â
âIâll find them eventually.â
Heâs silent for a few more moments and thenâ
âMaybe youâre haunted.â
You laugh. Itâs mean and sardonic, but you havenât laughed in a while, and you hide away when Satoru stares.
âA ghost?â You question. âThose donât exist.â
In the village, superstition was everywhere. Guess that never changed, no matter what corner of the world you ran to.
âNot a ghost.â He corrects. âMaybe something else.â
You hum, unamused. Satoru turns to Reina with an all-too-wide smile on his face.
âItâll be right behind you, and you wonât even know it.â He tells her. âThen, itâll draw closer, and closer, and closer until....it gets yaââ
To further his point, his hands shoot out to lightly jostle her. Reina squeals, absolutely thrilled.
Then, Satoru turns to you.
âOr something like that.â
You arenât impressed.
âGhosts arenât real.â You tell him.
âThey certainly arenât.â He agrees. âBut other things are.â
Satoshi acted strangely two days before his death.
He was always anxious, but this was even worse than before. Constantly looking behind him, like theyâd be something there. You know he wouldnât sleep. Heâd just lay there, shifting in panic.
You donât prod until you find him in the bathroom in clear hysterics.
âI messed up,â he mumbles over and over again. âI messed up. I messed up.â
âSatoshi.â You beg, kneeling on the tile next to him. âWhat are you doing? Whatâs going on?â
âI messed up.â He tells you again. âI keep messing up.â
And then he sobs. He cries so loudly, youâre worried it might wake up Reina. You hug him. Hold him close to your chest, letting him cry himself out.
âIâm sorry.â He tells you. âIâm sorry. I love you. I love Reina. Iâm sorry.â
âSorry for what?â You ask.
He looks at you then.
âFor cheating.â
You remember every detail. The crinkle in his eyes. The beginning stages of wrinkles in his face. A picture entirely stamped into your memory.
âI forgive you.â You immediately say. âIâI forgive you. Weâwe can work through this.â
âWe canât.â He shakes his head. âIâm so sorry. You deserve better. She deserves better, too. Iâm sorry.â
He doesnât say anything when you prod. Who, how, when. Your husband cheated on you. You arenât even allowed to grieve your dying marriage when you have to grieve your dead husband.
You meant what you said. You forgave him. You would have worked through it. Fixed it. Because your marriage with Satoshi was perfect.
Perfect.
Perfect.
It was a perfect marriage when he never stood up for you in front of his mother. It was a perfect marriage when all he did back from work was eat and sleep. It was a perfect marriage when he cheated on you.
Rose-tinted glasses. Maybe your relationship wasnât the most perfect.
But it was fixable.
Reinaâs crying in her crib. The thing on your chest is back.
You fumble through the dark, reaching for her. Sheâs crying even louder when you pick her up, even when you rock her in your arms.
âPlease stop.â You beg. âPlease stop crying.â
She doesnât. The pressure gets bigger.
âGot any plans for the weekend?â Satoruâs asking when youâre finished putting away the groceries. Heâd offered you a ride again. You wondered when you stopped being surprised at his frequent pop-ins.
âThe same as always,â you respond.
Youâre not used to the house being so quiet. Reinaâs always doing something. For an infant, sheâs rather loud.
But she isnât here today. Kiyo wanted her Grandaughter for the night. You obliged, letting your Mother-in-law whisk Reina away. Was she even your mother-in-law anymore?
âSo nothing?â Satoru prods, and you wonder why heâs so persistent on the answer. Maybe he wants to tease you.
The differences between you and him are staggering. Heâs young, still in his twenties, he probably still goes out clubbing, drinking, whatever kids his age are into. You are...older, a mom, unsure if the tight skirts you wore 15 years ago would still fit you.
âIf you don't got any plans, why donât you hang out with me tonight?â
You stare at him.
âDonât gimme that look. You act like Iâm gonna rob you.â He complains. âLet yourself loose a bit. What do you even do for fun, these days?â
That stumped you. Apart from lounging around, sulking, job hunting, revolving around Reina, you havenât done much. Whenâs the last time you talked to someone other than Satoru?
âThereâs a bar that opened up. Not too far from here.â He muses. âWanna go?â
You hesitate, âIâI donât think thatâs a good idea. Iâm not good at handling alcoholââ
âSame! Total lightweight.â He gushes. âItâll still be fun, though! What do you say?â
Why, you want to ask. Why is he so insistent on spending time with you. Asking about you. About Reina. What does he want from your broken family? Your mind canât piece together the imagesâconnect the dots.
âOkay,â you say instead.
Three hours later, youâre dressed in the most flattering clothing in the back of your closet. Satoru looks pristine as always, and you wonder if thereâs ever a chance he could look any less put together. Under the dim lights, heâs almost glowing. You canât stare at him for too long.
The conversation is light, not too purposeful. You wander from one topic to the next. He talks about his co-workers. His school. Youâve always wondered about this teaching job. He seemed to never want to shut up about his students, but whenever you try to pry about the details, he starts to drift away. The most youâve gotten from him was rambling about how it was a private religious school before he sprung into something else.
âDid you have any pets?â He asks, âGrowing up, I mean.â
You shrug. âThere were a lot of stray dogs, in my hometown. We would feed them, but no. No pets.â
âYou?â You prod.
He takes a moment, genuinely thinking.
âMy family had a dog, not too long after I was born. After that, nothing.â You were surprised, he answered. The alcohol must make his lips a little looser.
âI think having a dog would be nice,â you muse, mostly to yourself, âmaybe an older one. Less energy.â
âWhat pet do you think I should have?â He asks.
You stare at him. Heâs grinning.
âA rock,â you respond, and when he laughs, you laugh a bit, too.
âI like it when you smile like that,â he says when his voice recovers. âYou get all blushy.â
You frown, discretely checking your face in the glass.
âI donât blush.â You say. âMy skinâs too dark.â
He tips his sunglasses down, staring at you with those pretty blue eyes. You shift away. His gaze doesnât let you get far.
âNot really,â he murmurs, tilting his head. âItâs subtle, but itâs still there. Itâs a nice color.â
Heâs teasing you. You know that. Still, you look away. He laughs again. It sounds like twinkling bells.
âHowâs everything holdinâ up with the house?â He asks when youâre nursing your 3rd drink. âI know you had a couple of issues earlier.â
You shrug, lips loose, feeling warm. âI donât think I have to worry about it. Not anymore.â
âHm? Whyâs that?â
âIâm thinking of going back home.â
He stops messing with his drink. You donât notice, thoughts hazy.
âBack...to your country?â Satoru asks carefully.
You nod absentmindedly. âI only came here because of Satoshi. Now that heâs...I think itâs best for Reina if we go back.â
You want her to live with her maternal culture. You want her to meet your side of the family finally. Maybe, when sheâs older, you can put her in your old dance garments. Sheâll probably hate it, much like you did. Sheâll be good at it, much like you were.
Heâs silent, swirling his glass.
âReally?â
âYes.â You feel defensive, even when you shouldnât be. His tone was cool. Yours wasnât. âItâitâs her home. She should see it.â
âWasnât she born here?â Satoru questioned. âWouldnât Japan be her home, then?â
You deflate.
âYouâre right.â You admit. âJapan is her home, but it isnât mine.â
You miss home. You miss the village. Youâd do anything to go back to the good old times. Youâd do anything to be away from this pain.
Japan was empty. Your in-laws barely tolerate you. No friends. No job. The only good memories you had were buried in a tomb, and even those rotted away by lies and deceit.
âI think you should stay,â Satoru says, voice soft.
âWhy?â You ask. âI have nothing here.â
âYou could.â
You look up. In the dim lights of the bar, heâs breathtaking. Everything you werenât.
And that everything closes the distance between you and him.
Itâs soft. Barely a kiss. His lips are soft; you can smell his shampoo. It lasts for a moment before youâre breaking it. You shy away, staring at the floor beneath you. Your shoes. You can hear your heart. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Satoru follows your mouth. This time, itâs bolder. You can feel his warmth, pressed against your frigid soul. Heâs melting you down to bone. Thereâs a hand on your back, keeping you in place. Fireworks spark at the touch.
Itâs been so long since youâve felt someone like this. Not since...
And then you remember who youâre with, what youâre doing. The ring sits heavy on your finger.
You push away. Satoru falters, and you use that opportunity to stumble to your feet.
âIâm sorry,â You say, âIâIâmââ
You donât know what to say, so you say nothing. Instead, you turn and flee out the bar. Into the cold frigid night.
Youâre drunk. You can feel it in your fingertips, the way your vision gets the slightest bit dizzy when you move too fast. You cling against a random lightpost, checking your phone.
Your place wasnât that far away. You could walk, right? But it would be safer to call a cab. Better yet, call Kiyo. Call your neighbor. Call anyone?
Oh, you just remembered that you have no one here.
Satoru finds you when youâre already crying. You can feel him on your shoulder before he even says anything.
âHey,â he says, reaching for you, âcâmon. Letâs get out of the streetââ
âWhy?â You whirl onto him, so fast that even heâs surprised. âWhy are you doing any of this? Reina, me, why do you care so much?â
Youâre still crying, but you can feel your tears slow down the tiniest bit. You werenât breathing. You donât think he was either.
Satoru opens his mouth. Closes. Opens again. His smile is gone. You can see the imprint of your lipstick on his perfect pout.
âI love you.â
It feels like he just slapped you. A knife in your belly, tearing you apart. Nausea builds in your throat, threatening to spill all over the road. You canât look at him anymore, it hurts too much. Betrayal. Youâre betraying your husband. Your dead cheater husband.Â
âStop.â You beg him anyway, âDonât say that. Never say that, I canât thinkââ
ââThen donât think.â He insists, sweet, saturated. âDonât think about any of this.â
He kisses you again, and your mind blanks. You let him this time, and you feel yourself break over it.
This time, Satoruâs the one who breaks it, resting his forehead on yours. You still must look confused. He laughs adoringly.
âCâmon this canât be too out of left field, right?â He asked. âI mean, I made it pretty obvious.â
He had. You were too preoccupied in your own misery to notice. Offers to drive you to the grocery store. Volunteering to take care of another manâs baby. Satoru has always been direct.
You avoid his gaze, but thereâs no where to go.
âSatoru,â you hesitate. âIâI donât feel that way.â
âI know.â He concedes, trailing his lips down your cheek. You donât stop him.
âBut you need this.â He kisses your neck. âI know you do. Youâre so stressed all the time, hm? You need me. Use me. However, you want to.â
Use him. Youâve always used him. What difference would this make?
You still had a chance to stop this. There were so many reasons to stop. You were a recent widow. A single mother. He was so much younger than youâ
You kiss him again to stop thinking.
You donât know what time you stumble through your door.
Satoru hasnât stopped touching you in the cab, walking up to your patio. If you were sober, you might have been a bit more hysterical about it, now you just wanted him never to stop.
Heâs pushing you against the door, slamming it shut with your body weight. You can barely get the words out past his plush lips.
âBedroom.â You insist.
He pulls away with a laugh. ââcourse, Babe.â
Youâre not sure how to feel about that petname, but you donât get a moment to complain. Heâs effortlessly picking you up, and you settle on the cool comforters moments later.
Your dress is halfway up your thighs. He spares no time, reaching for the back and finding the zipper. It falls apart in his fingers. He peels the fabric off of you with a delighted sigh.
âFuck, look at you,â heâs saying to the newly uncovered skin. âso so pretty.â
Not used to the attention, you shy away. He doesnât let you, taking you by the chin so he can kiss you again.
Heâs so different now. You feel like youâre seeing a side of him you arenât supposed to. Long white lashes, pretty blue eyes that are drenched in want and lust. His breathing was elevated. He was excited.
It scares you.
âI...I havenât done this in a while.â You admit when you pull back. You give him a glance, before resigning yourself to pull away the rest of the dress and dropping it to the floor. âSo...Please be nice?â
You sound like a child, unsure and nervous. You hate that you canât keep the tremor out of your voice.
âYes, yes.â Heâs nodding, staring at you like a drooling dog. âIâll be so so nice, baby. The nicest. Just lemmeâ touch you. Please, please, pretty please?â
You give a tiny nod, and heâs pouncing on you.
Heâs insatiable, you donât think heâd ever get enough. Heâs pawing at your bra before it comes off completely beneath his touch. Your panties are gone too, and then youâre entirely bare beneath him.
He doesn't forget about himself, neither do you. Between his ravenous kisses, you manage to take off his jacket. Satoru helps you with his shirt, pulling it off him, showing his toned abs and pale skin. Not a single mark or blemish. Heâs absolute perfection.
He must notice your hesitant fingers at his shoulders because he stops sucking on your neck with a distinct pop, still playing with your tits, leaning over to whisper in your ear.
âTouch me,â he says, âI want you to touch me.â
You feel awkward pulling your fingers down to his chest, his stomach. His skin is soft, warm. Your hands are frigid. He shivers when you graze over his abs. His skin is so pale, almost translucent. If you were to pinch him, bite him, the color would show oh so nicely.
When you pull away, he whines, nearly falling over.
âDonât fucking tease me like that.â The way he says it is so needy. You laugh, gaining the courage to play with his hair.
He gets the control back eventually, pushing you back down so he can devour you properly.
His face is between your legs before you can comprehend it. Heâs spreading you open so he can see your pussy. Youâre already creaming for him. Your pussy juice is spread across your lips, making your skin glisten and shine. Itâd be embarrassing if he wasnât worse, drooling like a fucking dog before his mouth meets your cunt in a frenzied kiss.
He gives this high-pitched moan that sends a thrill up your spine the more he makes out with your clit, licking and sucking.
âOh.â You sink against the pillows. âSatoruâSatoru-!ââ
âFuck yesââ his voice is muffled but he doesnât stop. âYou taste so good, baby. likeâlike fuckinâ heavenââ
You almost double over when his teeth graze your clit. Your hand reaches out immediately to grab and his hair and pull.
It does nothing. He just whines, and when he digs deeper into your pussy, you realize he likes it when you hurt him.
You pull harder and his finger presses its way into your wet hole and just the right angle to make you see stars.
âFuck baby, âcan barely fit my fingers.â It would sound like a complaint if he didnât sound so far gone already. âHow are we gonna fit my cock into this pussy, hm?â
He talks too much. When you shove his face deeper into your folds, it seems to shut him up and heâs back to worshipping your dripping cunt.
Heâs too good. Itâs all so good. Youâre squeezing his head between your thighs, sure youâre suffocating him but he doesnât seem to care. The noise is downright scandalous but youâre too far gone to give a shit about that.
It felt so good to stop thinking.
âClose.â You gasp when you hit that plateau. âIâm close. Iâmââ
âGonna cum?â he asks from underneath you, and it only seems to spur him on. âGonna cum for me, pretty girl. Cum baby. Just let go. I gotchaâ just please please pleaseââ
It hits and you arch your back, letting your orgasm rush past your body. It fizzes up your spine, right to your tits before you sag back to Earth. Satoru is more that happy to work you through your high before your thighs fall apart against him and heâs detaching himself from your clit with one last part kiss.
Satoru kisses you, famished. You can barely kiss back, following his lips with your own. You can taste yourself on his tongue. Itâs a tangy sweetness, warmed from his spit.
âWas I nice?â Satoru asks.
You nod. He smiles.
He pulls back, sitting on his knees. You watch as he fiddles with his boxers, before pulling out his pulsing cock.
Itâs not all that thick, but itâs the length that makes you shift, just the tiniest bit. Heâs on the larger end. His cock looks puffy and dripping in a way that almost looks painful. He pumps himself a few times, and then youâre reaching out.
Satoru stops, watching as you rise from your earlier position, hand on his cock. Your hand is so much smaller than his, you can barely wrap your fingers around his base. He shivers at the touch, and by the time youâre fisting his cock he faltars, head falling into the crook of your neck.
âToo much?â You ask when he gasps.
âNo.â He shakes his head. âNo no. Keep going. Please donât stop.â
That same whine again. Helpless and needy. When you squeeze him, he jolts.
And then you stop. Youâre sure heâs about to complain but then youâre lowering yourself, keeping your eyes on him, and you give his cock a tentative lick.
You hadnât done this in a while, and you werenât all that sure if you could swallow all of him, but you try your best. You swirl your tongue around his tip, watching as he twitches. His cock jumps in your mouth and you have to hold his base to keep him still for you. Heâs so sensitive. Every touch you give him seems to just make him even needier.
He rocks his cock into your mouth. You let him, watching as he babbles on and on.
âSo so fucking good, baby.â Heâs moaning, head flung back, like itâd be too much to keep looking at you. âRightâright there. Fuck fuck fuck.â
He cums fast, and itâs sudden. Heâs barely holding his breath before heâs shuddering and heâs filling your entire mouth. Thereâs so much of it, you canât possibly swallow it all. You mouth off his cock with a pop, pumping him until he starts twitching out of overstimulation.
Satoru is panting, still basking in that afterglow as you kiss him. He doesnât seem too embarrassed about how quick he lasted. Then again, you donât think he has the brainpower to feel anything right now other than pure lust. Pussydrunk, your brain gives.
You reach up, wiping away the tears collected in the corner of his eyes. A part of you wants to leave it there. He looks good like this. Pretty as an angel.
And then you look down and you see his cock has not gone down at all.
âOh,â you murmur, âI see youâre healthy.â
âMmh,â he says back, not exactly words but youâre not looking for a conversation right now.
Your pussy is throbbing. She wants more attention. Youâre settling back into your original position as you watch Satoru rifle through his forgotten pants. He pulls out a familiar wrapper. You have to roll your eyes at his preparedness.
âYouâre a bit too ready for this.â You note.
âCan you blame me?â He honestly asks. âIâve been waiting for this for months.â
The casual admission makes you glance away. He laughs at your sudden shyness and you have to wonder how you didnât see him before.
âReady, baby?â He asks. This feels familiar, somehow.
He gives his cock two cursory pumps, and then heâs pushing himself into you.
Itâs so much all at once. As wet as you were, his cock bullies his way into you with a fierce stretch. Itâs enough to make you squeeze your eyes shut. Grin and bear it.
âShit, youâre so fucking tight.â He curses. âHow the hell did you fit a baby through here?â You canât bring yourself to respond to his usual snark, so you claw at his back, raking your nails through his skin. He hisses and the pain seems to distract him into temporarily shutting up.
By the time, he sits his dick in your pussy, youâre close to breaking. You were right, he was way too big. Bigger than the one person youâve always been with, so youâre not sure if you have a good gauge on size. Still, your brain short-circuits, and your eyes roll to the back of your head. Mind-numb.
Heâs impatient this time, not giving you a chance to adjust before heâs clumsily pulling back out only to ram himself back in. You lurch, grabbing his shoulders to stabilize yourself from his sudden pace.
âSatoruâ!â You gasp. âItâsâ!â
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry.â Heâs apologizing, but youâre not quite sure how much he actually means it. âIâveâIâve just waited soâahâlong and now youâre here and itâs soââ
If itâs even possible, he gets even faster, pushes his cock even deeper into your battered pussy. The squelching of your hole and his whines into your ear make it so much more erotic than it needs to be. You give into your desire, reaching over to sink your teeth into the soft flesh of his neck. The masochist in him purrs in delight.
You notice it first. That familiar soreness in your tits. When you glance down, your nipple is leaking that familiar milky fluid.
Satoru notices too. He stops, sinking his dick entirely into you. Youâve never felt fuller.
âOh.â You feel heat creep up your neck. You hadnât fed Reina today, this was bound to happen. âIâIâm sorry. IâI shouldâveââ
You expect him to pull out of you awkwardly. Maybe even be disgusted.
Instead, he groans.
âIâm getting dessert now, too?â
âWhat?â
As your answer, he leans down and latches onto your tit.
Heâs messy, smearing milk all over your skin and the other breast. After a while, he picks up his pace again, resuming his pussyfucking. Youâre sure the angle must be painful, him bent over you like this, but he makes no complaint. And you could care less about his discomfort right about now.
He alternates between your breasts like he canât decide which one tastes better. It shouldnât feel this good, watching him suckle on your tits but you can feel yourself get even tighter. He can feel it, too.
Satoruâs rambling now. You can barely keep up with his incoherent mess.
âFuckâfuck, youâre close, arentchaâ?â heâs slurring his words, spitting them out one after another. âCâmon baby, you wanna cum? Cum, then? Milk my cock, pretty baby. Just like last time.â You should be paying more attention to his words. You don't.
Everything feels like deja vu. You should be paying attention to your own words too. You donât.
âMhn.â You moan. âClose. Sato, Iâm close. Real real closeââ
Your eyes widen. So does his.
You think you just ruined everything.
And then he starts jackhammering himself into you.
âSay it again.â He demands, driving his cock deep into your cunt.
You shake your head, despite your refusal you canât help butâ âSato, oh God. Please SatoâDonâtââ
âAgain, say it again.â His fingers descend to your clit, messily rubbing tiny circles. âDonât stop saying my name until youâve cum.â
You obey. Sato, Sato, Sato, Saâand then youâre tipping over the edge. He fucks you through it, keeping you on that high until heâs shuddering too.
âFuck baby, I missed you.â Heâs whispering in your ear. âI missed you so much.â
You sigh when he kisses you, still coming down to Earth. The kiss his soft, just filled with want, instead of that carnal desire. He pulls away, and just when youâre debating to let him stay the night, heâs pulling out new rubber.
âAnother one?â You ask, the dots not quite connecting yet.
âOh, câmon.â He grins down at you. âYou didnât think weâd go for just one round, did ya?â
Youâre finally back in his arms.
Satoru dreamed of this day. Heâs dreamt of this for months, ever since he had to leave you with that scumbag. Now that youâre sleeping peacefully in his arms again, everything is finally right in his world.
He shifts, wanting to bring you closer to his chest, but he winces. Fuck, you really did a number on him. He didnât know you were into biting. And he can feel the pleasant sting of your nails on his back. Heâd need to be careful with his RCT for a while. He wants these marks to last for as long as possible.
And when they fade, heâs sure he wonât have to convince you too much to make more for him.
âGive...them...back.â
Oh right. Heâd almost forgotten about that other tiny problem he had.
He turns to the curse. âSo, enjoy the show?â
Satoshi is unrecognizable. Malformed, demented. No more eyes, tall enough to reach the ceiling. To a being like Satoru, he was still nothing.
To a non-shaman and an infant, a grade 2 curse was quite the hassle. No wonder your so exhausted these days. Your husband was cursing you.
âGive them back.â The curse rasps. âGive them both back.â
Satoruâs silent, as if heâs really thinking about it.
âNah, Iâm good.â He grins. âThis oneâs mine now. And about Reina...what do you think suits me best: Dada or Daddy?â
The curse roars. Itâs loud enough to shake the walls. Satoru tsks.
âCareful there. You might wake the missus.â He points out.
âMine...â Satoshi insists. âThey were....mine.â
âWere.â Satoru enunciates. âAnd now, theyâre all mine! Sorry about the change in management. Donât worry, though. Iâll take great care of both of âem.â
Always wanting to have the last word, Satoru reaches over and plucks your wedding ring off your limp finger.
âSo, thatâs where you got attached.â He muses at the metal. âCanât believe youâre pathetic enough to curse your own wife. Is this 'cause you're still mad about the execution?" He asks, twirling the ring in his palm. "That happened months ago, man, get over it."
A snap of his fingers. Satoshi is gone. The room gets less stuffier. You relax in your sleep, and Satoru is caressing your arm, still studying the ring. Itâs cheap. Plated gold with a less valuable metal as the base.
Pathetic. He tosses it carelessly.
A few months later, Satoru proposes with a proper engagement ring.
You say yes.
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ImagineâŠ
Youâre a well known actress, and your name is pretty big. Like Zendaya big. And your fiancĂ© Katsuki Bakugou is your pro hero boyfriend. Perfect couple right? No literally you are. He goes with you to all your interviews, tapes all of your auditions, and manages to get on your set AT LEAST one time.
Well recently you got casted in a show about an zombie outbreak. You play a main yet supporting character named Halle, a 19 year old girl who is apparently the only survivor left of her family.
Lucky for you the producer highly respects your boyfriend, and heâs allowed to watch you on set whenever. He sits in a chair the directors provide for him every time you film.
He usually supports you and heâll peak at you from his phone a couple times, but itâs nothing heâs never not seen before.
Now when Bakugouâs passing by his staffâs cubicles and work area in his angency, and he keeps hearing them discuss about âDead of Nightâ (your new show) heâs genuinely intrigued.
Apparently the showâs gon viral. And everyone is talking about it. âYeah, you havenât seen it yet? I swear you live under a rock.â pro hero Charge Bolt told him. I mean technically he has watched it, he watched you film it! But now that he realizes, he canât even spell out the plot.
So one day when Bakugou finds the time, he plops down on your sofa and clicks on your series.
Safe to say he might be intriguedâŠ
Now when he watches heâs locked in. Snacks and all, and if he blinks heâs rewinding. Itâs all he watches, heâs so interested in the show and can be considered a piece of the showâs fandom.
Now when youâre filming the show, Katsuki shows up a whole lot less. When the directors yell cut and your eyes pan to his empty chair. Katsuki gives you every excuse under the sun as to why he didnât show up a certain day. You figured maybe he just got bored watching you film and didnât know how to tell you, so you shrugged it off. You had no clue he was heavily avoiding spoilers. You didnât even know he watched your show.
So a couple years pass and your show gets renewed for itâs third season. Unfortunately this season, Halle meets her fate. You recorded your last scene for the show, episode 10. Not a dry eye from the media.
The day your characterâs death airs is a tragic day for your fans. Especially Bakugou. Mid way through the show as he slurps his spicy ramen his jaw is floored when your character passes. Noodles immediately discarded back into the cup.
So when you get back home and your boyfriend is quietly laying down on the sofa, watching a corny kids cartoon, youâre lost. âHey Kats.â You say hanging your coat on the rack as you entered. He only replied with a mumble, something along the lines of âhey how was filmineejdirkâ. The room was dim, the shades were drawn, and your boyfriend showed no signs of getting up. Was he depressed or something?
You quietly sat down next to him, glancing at the colorful show in front of him. âKatssssâŠwhatâs wrong?â You finally asked. No response. Then he slowly shifted upwards, now sitting up to face you. âHalle died.â He responded. He actually looked fustrated.
You were actually shook, you werenât even aware that your boyfriend was one of the shows viewers. It sort of made up for him not being at your interviews and filming days.
âIâm sorry baby, but I mean Iâm still here.â You said, now opening your arms out to embrace him. He took the opportunity, and pulled you into his arms, leaning back onto the sofa once again.
âI know,â he muttered into your neck, tickling your skin, âYer not Halle though.â
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in light of veilguard, the valleslin removal scene as solas's turning point is fascinating to me
up until that moment, he has spent inquisition indulging in quasi-denial. he's lost a good proportion of his power. he has no authority. no one fears him or respects him. during that time, he is not and cannot be fen'harel
can you imagine how free he must have felt? he can't do anything about the veil in his current state. he tried, but it didn't work, so now he has to help fix the mess with corypheus before he can deal with the veil. that burden has been at least temporarily lifted from him
so he focuses on the present crisis. he does what he can: he fights alongside his allies (friends) and supports the inquisitor (vhenan) with his knowledge (wisdom). he is and can be solas
but etched into the skin of the woman he's grown to love is a horrible reminder of his true duty. he looks at her and sees either the tyranny of one of the evanuris or the debt he owes to mythal. and he desperately wants to erase that reminder. he tells himself that he wants this for her sake, so that when he tells her the truth and they face the future together, they will stand as equals
but he is so focused on what her valleslin means to him that he has barely given any consideration to what it might mean to her
and in the moments after, whether she has (perhaps somewhat reluctantly) accepted or refused, the realization hits him: he just encouraged her to change herself to please him
just as mythal encouraged him to take a physical body to please her
(when he first displayed his physical form, do you think mythal gently touched his cheek and said, "you are so beautiful"?)
and the spell he's been living under breaks. all that comfortable denial comes crashing down around him. he has not been solas for millennia. he is and always will be fen'harel
and he will not drag the woman he loves down with him
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the it couple | luke castellan
request: Iâm not really sure what qualifies as a request but could you write a Luke x reader where they are like the camp it couple? đ«¶đ«¶
summary: common knowledge is how irrevocably in love luke castellan is with you.
"you know i adore you, i'm crazier for you than i was at sixteen lost in a film scene" - t.s.
w.c. : 702
warning(s) : none
pairing : luke castellan x reader
the campers of camp half blood don't quite remember how or when it had happened. It just always was: you and Luke Castellan, that is. where you went, he followed. the shadow to your guide and you the balm to his sorrow. annabeth used to whisper to the younger childrenâthe ones who had been taken to camp far too young and therefore had little knowledge of loveâthat you and Luke Castellan were soulmates: seamlessly bound to one another.Â
you yourself had never believed in fate despite the fact that you had met themâold bitter hags. you preferred to believe that life was not set in stone, unbreaking and withered to a timeline. it perhaps led to your brash attitude and âride or dieâ mentality but your mannerisms only made luke castellan fall in love with you all the more. some things were just beyond the gods' control. you and luke were one of those things.
you had first arrived at camp a decade ago, where you were then claimed by hades. of course news of you spread like wildfire: you were gorgeous, your talent with your bo staff was unmatched, and your father was one of the threeâstrong power ran through your blood and you showed it everyday during training. but that wasnât exactly what caught the attention of everyone, rather the fact that the popular gaze of a certain brown-eyed boy always strayed to you. when you laughed, he smiled. where you went, he strayed. you were magnet and he was never far away.
you both tipped toed around one another, constantly drifting toward the other. playful banter slipped between you two and those around you wondered when you would finally just get together. the first time you guys finally breached the delicate line between more than âobviously pining friendsâ was after an exciting rivalry game.
despite the strategic planning of annabethâwho clearly eyed the tension between the two of youâand the excellent swordsmanship, house ares had won the game because of you. You had been the one to distract luke castellan after clarisse had forced you to use your charms. it was fun to see the cute blush adorn his cheeks when you approached the head of the Hermes House.
âso, does this mean you agree to go out with me?â he breathed out, hands twirling his sword as he was once again bested by you in capturing the flag.
you laughed out, âi was just waiting for you to ask, castellan.â
no sooner after you had begun dating did the infamy of you two reach an all high around camp. how could it not?Â
you two were the all anyone could talk aboutâthe best of the best.
luke castellan was already the best swordsman at camp; a prodigy in the making. his brown curls and dimples only made him more popular among the girls and young teens. he was one of the highest placed leaders around camp; one of the few that clarisse actually respected and the one that annabeth regarded most.Â
you were a gem in the rough: bold and brash at times, but calculating and quick-witted. you were the one to turn to when those around camp felt alone, always ready to take care of others and offer words of wisdom. you were a living definition of rules being broken and your power only highlighted the height of your placement around camp.Â
when you two walked by, the eyes of the others strayed. newcomers learned of your names before they learned what exactly camp half blood was.Â
when you threw your head back and laughed, people watched as Luke curled his lips in pride at being the one behind your laughter. when he sat round the fire and sang songs with the campers, you sat right beside him; head laying on his shoulder and hoping the moment would never end. he willingly allowed himself to lose camp games if only by your hand, time and time again.
yes, you were the it couple of camp half blood but none of that mattered, when he was the one for you.
#luke castellan x reader#pjo#percy jackon and the olympians#Luke x reader#percy jackson#annabeth chase#pjo series#pjo tv show#pjo fandom#luke castellan#the lightning thief#can you tell im obsessed with him?#charles bushnell
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boba is a very kind person dead set on being meaner than cad bane
i love expanded universe bitty!boba bc he's like, "i will take vengeance on my father's enemies, i will become a ruthless and unstoppable killer at all costs!!"
and then someone is even remotely nice to him and he's like, "...well i can't NOT be nice back đ„ș that's just how it works!"
#star wars#reblogs#boba fett#boba being 'too nice' in bobf makes way more sense when you read about the lost tcw bounty hunters arc#he started a crime syndicate with bane at age thirteen and then quit because bane was doing Too Much Crime#the whole ruling w respect speech makes sense in the context of 'baby boba dueled cad bane because he didnt want to extort random people'#and then theres that one scene where he was trying to kill someone (i think it might have been starkiller?)#except then the target went and had a teary reunion with his gf and boba was like :( well now i can not do it :(#but when people are nice to him in return hes all What Have I Done To Deserve This I Am A Scary Bounty Hunter What#if not for the whole 'determined to be jangos legacy' thing i feel like personality wise he would be better suited as#like a wildlife rehablilitator or something.
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she thought you were cute
summary: you've never had to worry about getting jealous being with Megumi. but one time has to be the first, right?
[ loner!megumi x popular!reader ]
cw: college au, aged up characters, f!reader, sorority!reader, megumi being oblivious, jealousy!!, reader is kinda mean ngl, mild profanity (one use of hell), fluff
word count: 2.6k
Was jealousy a hot topic in your relationship? Well, it wasnât unheard of. There was no denying you quickly garnered a respectable reputation as a part of the biggest sorority on campus â not to mention your radiating personality and beauty just had eyes draw towards you wherever you went. This did tend to ignite the tiniest spark of jealousy in Megumi, understandably so.
But god forbid he did anything about it â that would mean causing a scene which wasnât his style. He mostly stuck to groaning a few curses to himself, complaining to his friends about the idiots who thought they stood a chance with you before he quickly relaxed once you joined them just to latch onto him.
You, on the other hand, were a different case.
There had never really been any situations to bring out the jealous side of you. You knew it existed, as you had never been very forgiving when people stepped into the territory of what was yours. But dating the quiet and reserved guy had its unforeseen advantages. Megumi did what he could to stay out of the limelight, never making heads turn. It had you feel special, being the the lucky girl to discover the hidden gem that was Megumi.
Or maybe you had just been lucky enough to discover him first.
His brooding and mysterious personality that had once made people steer clear of him in hallways, seemed to have a different affect in university. Suddenly you werenât alone in making eyes at him.
You first became aware of this fact one random Wednesday, when you had planned to meet up with Megumi and his small group of friends in the library after a full day of classes to get some light reading done. Youâd gotten a little confused when you had come to join their booth to find only Nobara and Yuji, while Megumiâs stuff was abandoned.
âWhereâs Megs?â
Nobara didnât even lift her head from her book, simply waving her hand in his general direction. Sitting down in the empty seat, you spotted him across the room, seemingly in deep conversation with a girl you had never seen before.
Wait- was that a smile you saw lurking on his lips?
Unfamiliar heat raised up your neck looking at the pair, how he casually had his hands stuffed in the pockets of his pants while she stood sweetly, her books pressed to her chest under her crossed arms.
âNobara?â She only hummed softly in confirmation she heard you. âWhoâs she?â
âHuh?â Her curiosity had her tilt her head to meet your grumbling expression staring daggers past her. She followed your gaze to observe the scene you were silently cursing. âOh, thatâs Yukiko. They have a few classes together.â
âHmpf.â Your displeased tone caused Yujiâs attention to shift away from his laptop as well. Unbeknownst to you, the two of them shared an amused look, never expecting you to be the one to succumb to the cheap hex of jealousy. âSo are they like friends or what?â
Nobara had lost all interest in delving deeper into her curriculum, because the sight of you leaning back in the chair, frumpy expression tightening your features and body jitter with agitation was a hell of a lot more entertaining.
âIf you count sharing study notes as friends,â Yuji shrugged thinking his comment would be of help, but when he turned to look at you again he swore he could see a twitch under your eye.
You licked your lips, trying to peer your eyes off of the two⊠only succeeding for a second before you snapped your head in their direction again.
Tracing your eyes up and down her body, you were not quite a fan of what you observed, because strictly based on her appearance she looked a lot like a girl one thought Megumi would be with. She wore a dark and oversized outfit, her face kind, but had no distinct characteristics â definitely not the person to stick out in a room.
But the way she carried herself, hiding just under her cute and quiet exterior was a behaviour that reminded you of someone; you before Megumi. By the way she batted her eyelashes at him and occasionally twirling her hair around her finger, you had a sneaking suspicion she wasnât as innocent as she appeared to be. Those were all tricks you knew all too well. You had perfected them, in fact. And now she was very charitably throwing them in the direction of your boyfriend.
And though you knew it meant nothing, you absolutely hated the fact that he was so politely accepting her gestures â because when you had presented yourself so sweetly to him way-back-when, he had shut you down.
The obnoxious sound of you frantically tapping your pen against the open book in front of you filled the space between the three of you, it being the only thing that stopped you from stomping over to them and prove to her she was definitely wasting her time.
Finally, their conversation came to an end, and there was no stopping your eyes from narrowing into a venomous squint when she so adorably wiggled her dainty fingers goodbye before he came to sit by the table.
âHow was class?â Megumi asked softly, settling into a feeling of comfort now that you had finally joined him for the day â sadly, his usual sweet tone flew right over your head, the image of this Yukiko still gnawing at the back of your mind.
âHm? Oh, just fine. Nothing out of the ordinary,â you shrugged nonchalantly, turning to your notes as if nothing was bothering you.
However, you werenât fooling Megumi, who from the second you opened your mouth knew something wasnât quite right. âYou okay?â
âYeah.â You shot him a small smile before returning to your work.
He only let his curious gaze linger on you for a few more seconds, hoping the reason for the annoyance you were trying to hide would show itself to him. But it never did â you just continued to let your pen travel hastily across the blank pages of your notebook, simply trying to erase the image of the girl heâd been talking to.
Megumi wanted to question you further, not really at peace when he knew something had you scowl. But he also knew if you didnât flat out tell him what it was, it was better to let your frustration die out on its own. Whatever was going through your mind, you yourself thought you were being silly â and digging deeper would only hinder your process of letting it go.
Eight days went by before she triggered your jealousy again. And this time you didnât manage to shove the thought of her to the darkest and most forgettable corners of your mind.
Entering his small dorm, you were greeted by the most charming little smile while he lazily paced around the room with his phone pressed to his ear. You didnât hesitate to throw your bag on the kitchen counter before shuffling over to snake both arms tightly around his waist, pulling a low grunt from his lips at the sudden pressure of your embrace.
âDonât worry about it, Iâll see you soon.â Once he hung up, he threw his phone on the bed before he loosely wrapped his arms around you in return.
âWho was that?â You hummed quietly, eyes closed as you basked in his warmth that embraced you so lovingly.
âJust Yukiko who needed to borrow one of the books from the reading list.â
It didnât take more than the sound of her name to evaporate the relaxation in your muscles. You slowly unlatched your arms around him and took a step back, letting them swing carelessly at your sides.
âShe doesnât have her own?â With a forced bounce in your step, you returned to your bag to retreat your phone, needing anything to fidget with in order to keep the flaming feeling inside you from blowing up.
âShe does, but she forgot it when she was home from campus this weekend.â
âAnd the library doesnât have a spare copy?â
âApparently they were all checked out already.â
âApparently,â you said spitefully, keeping your eyes fixated in the shut off device in your hand.
The unfazed act you put on served as much as a shear lace fabric, jealously shining through like a bright light. It was definitely a behaviour heâd never had the fortune of experiencing up close.
It reminded him a little of the impression he had gotten of you from afar, before he had the privilege of knowing you. Though he had never thought of you to be mean, some of the stereotypes of a popular girl he had theorised about, had proven over time to be a correct assumption â like the fact that you might have been a little spoiled. You definitely werenât big on not getting what you wanted, especially when someone else wanted it as well.
âShe wasnât too far from here, so I was just going to meet her real quick and drop it off,â he said calmly as he went over to his bookshelf to pull out the book, which he had finished reading nearly two weeks ago.
âIâll come with you!â Spinning around to face him again, you had your arms cutely tucked behind your back, sporting a smile sweet as sugar.
âItâs only gonna take like ten minutes-â
âNo, no,â you cut him off, the forced cheerfulness in your voice slightly scaring him. âIâll come with.â
Megumi definitely wasnât the type of person to initiate a lot of public displays of affection, but he never shut it down whenever you rested your head on his shoulder when taking the train, or lacing your fingers with his when walking through campus.
However, the possessive grip you had on his hand right now was certainly different. He wouldnât necessarily say unpleasant, because it was still you after all, but he did miss the tenderness your touch usually supplied.
âYouâre meeting her here?â You asked, a somewhat mean lilt to your voice as you eyed the cafĂ© you were standing in front of. With a roll of the eyes, he held the door open for you to walk in first, shielding away how the corner of his lips tugged upwards â because even though he hated to admit it, there was a small part of him that found it all slightly amusing.
It was always him who wallowed in the uncomfortable feeling of jealousy, lathering himself with patience whenever people ogled you. And here you were, grinding your teeth together at the first girl who talked to him â who even if she was flirting, Megumi was completely oblivious to it.
âMegumi!â Both your heads turned towards the voice, you having to lean forward to catch a glimpse of her past your boyfriend. When her eyes landed on you, a flash of stress travelled across her face before her smile returned to her glossed lips.
âHey,â he spoke politely as the two of you approached her table, while you only flashed your pearly teeth in a confident smile.
âHi,â you said, stretching your hand you straight. She reluctantly returned the handshake as you introduced yourself. âItâs so nice to meet you!â
âNice to meet you too. Iâm Yukiko.â Her tone was friendly enough, but you didnât dare put your guard down, scouting for any subtle advances she might throw in his direction.
âHere you go,â Megumi said, handing her the thick book.
âYouâre a lifesaver, Megumi! Donât know what Iâd do without you.â
With a burning sensation, you were convinced your instincts were right. The faintest shimmer in her eyes when she looked at his face was enough to expose her. And to think she had the guts to let her interest shine through when you were standing right there.
For the first time in a long time, your territorial side was brought out, making you hook your arm with his, deliberately drawing her attention to your hand grabbing his in a firm grip.
âSo the two of you are like study buddies, I understand it?â
âOh, I donât know about that,â she chuckled nervously, fingers tightening around the book in her hands.
âNo?â Narrowing your eyebrows in faux confusion. âThought you had shared notes and stuff?â When tilting your head to the side, your entire body shifted position which had you tug Megumi closer to you, but you managed to make it look so effortless â like youâre intentions were as pure as the driven snow.
âSometimes,â she muttered, once again letting her gaze flicker to your hands.
Scarlet colour was slowly spreading across Megumiâs face, the heat melting his frozen posture. âWe have to get going,â he mumbled shyly, slowly starting to back away towards the exit, pulling you along with him.
âYeah, of course,â Yukiko said, the positive rhythm sneaking its way back to her words now that they were directed at Megumi again. âSee you around.â
âYeah, see you around,â you said with a slight bite to your tone, your fake smile blending into the frustrated scrunch of your nose. Megumi only had time to shoot her a tight lipped smile before the two of you exited the cafe in a hurry.
Once outside, reunited with air that wasnât suffocating with hostility, your hand now held onto his with the care he was familiar with, your steps much lighter. You definitely seemed more at peace now when you had established your assertive character.
âShe seems nice,â you cooed. Your attention snapped to him when he instantly snorted at your statement. By the slightly playful look he gave you, you thought he might have held back that reaction for a while.
âYou know I always see through your lies, right?â He teased.
âPfft,â you scoffed, retreating your hand from between you to blithely shove his shoulder. âIâm not lying!â His neck tilted to the side, soft squint staring right at you, causing the confession to tumble out without any struggle. âFine, I donât like her! But can you blame me?â
âHas she done something to you?â
Your feet stopped walking, blinking dumbfounded at him, letting his sentence digest in order to see if he was actually being serious. âYouâre kidding?â All he did was shrug. Could he really be so blind? âYou didnât see what was going on there?â
âYouâre telling me there was something to see?â
âMegumi, baby,â you chuckled lightheartedly, coming up to him to place a hand on each side of his face. âDo you think I was jealous over nothing?â
âI dunno,â he mumbled with yet another pull of his shoulders.
The adverse sprinkle to your mood was entirely forgotten, too smitten by the heedless behaviour of your boyfriend, not entirely convinced he actually hadnât picked up on her attempt to catch his interest.
âShe thought you were cute.â Another huff met you, accompanied by an exaggerated roll of the eyes. âNo, Iâm serious Megs,â you laughed, a sound that had his eyes instantly lock on you again. âBut, the thing is, Iâm the only one whoâs allowed to think so.â
âOh, is that right?â A smirk crept up on his lips.
âYouâre my boyfriend after all, are you not?â You teased him, taking your bottom lip between your teeth to swallow back the satisfactory that had festered in you, now about to spill out in victorious smiles.
Again rolling his eyes, hiding how we was just a little flattered at your antics, before indulging in the rare act of taking the lead in showing his affection. Draping his arms around your neck, he pulled you to his chest in a comforting hug.
âI sure am.â
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a/n this is didn't end up as well as i pictured it in my mind but oh well... don't have all that many ideas atm, so might come another fic of them soon
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