#my aaa should not be up for this long

[moldypoff]

Hi y’all, have I introduced you to my wife yet?

I found these on Pinterest and wanted to share them here. Have some love n affection from Moira.

[baeshijima]

so...

i think i just found my new manhwa obsession :D (theyre both the same mc, ryu min, btw but one is the real world (blue eyes) and one is his customised appearance in the game world (red eyes))

on the floor for him like actually

also his lil brother ryu won is so cute :((

the title is [The Max-Level Player's 100th Regression] btw ^^

[deus-ex-mona]

winter 2k24, huh~~~~~~ _(:3 」∠)_

[hero-of-the-depths]

wow! i beat totk's main quest line this morning and. goddamn. i have so many words in my head but idk how to put them together yet so. just wow! 💛

[oreo-creampie]

“𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐭”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! some face fucking, cock and ball sucking, why is Suguru here?, hints of satosugu, face sitting, squirting, face/pussy slapping, praise/praising degradation/condescending/teasing, they are fuck you up for satoru’s b day, bondage, some double penetration, a vibrator is taped to your clit, dumbification/mind break/overstimulation, face slapping, spitting, slapping your ass, Suguru kisses you and your forehead, lil mama/princess/sweetheart, some humiliation/embarrassment, dacryphilia, THEY ARE BULLIES!!! - its your fault for forgetting Satoru’s b day

@arminsumi; I WAS TEH ONE WHO CONFESSED GOJO ALL ALONG HEHEHEHE lol i was too shy so i was like im going anon to confess my need to be eaten out by this man... and u fed us so well mama bear i feel blessed. he's so rough yet romantic and so in love w reader and her 😺 aaa!! and the stuck in the washer idea just got me giggly 💗🍧 but next i need to sit atop his pretty face so i can drown him w my pussy 😈 (lol) anyways thank u sososososo much for writing it aaaaa i was so excited ab it mwa 🍰 (also him using infinity to make his tongue feel thicker... ph-ph-phewwww 🫠), overstimulation

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐲; Thank you for the confession! Face sitting with gojo should always be on your mind. I loved writing out how in love he is with the reader despite his he smacking and biting her,. Thank you I was trying so hard to making him sweet but rough at the same time 🫠 also how about we pretend it's still his birthday! (whenever I can i wanna use his abilities for smutty purposes)

You’re fondling, kissing, and sucking Satoru’s balls, swirling your hand around his long, veiny cock. Swiping your thumb over Satoru’s head smearing his cum.

His sculpted, muscular trembling beneath you is an ego-boosting thrill. Satoru is a needy, overstimulated mess because of your hot wet mouth and soaking wet pussy.

Moaning, squeezing your cheeks, curling his tongue inside you. Clenching his head, grinding your sloppy cunt on his face. Your soft cunt spasming around Satoru's tongue.

Suguru turns on the vibrator, taped to your clit, wrecking any line of thought. Forgetting Satoru underneath you, sitting upright, squeezing and crushing Satoru's head. He smacks your ass, groaning, pumping his tongue faster.

These two have you losing your mind.

Suguru's thick cock hangs, dangling past his large balls to heavy to stand up. Pulling his hair back in a messy bun, his brawny, muscular arms flex. His bangs slip past his thick fingers, framing Suguru's beautiful face.

Suguru taunts you, “Eye fucking me when you’re sitting on Satoru's face greedy whore.” Biting his bottom lip, glancing you uo and down. “Tell us how much of a dirty cock hungry slut you are." Yanking your head back by your spitting in your face.

Suguru slaps your cheek, cupping your face, swiping his thumb over your stinging cheek. Tenderly kissing your forehead when you plead, "I'm your dirty whore, please I need yall to fold me in two n fuck me." The confessions slip out before you can stop it. "I'm tired of touching myself thinkin' about both of you sharing me."

Suguru smirks at you, "Ya hear that Toru? She’s such a whore for us, she plays with her slutty cunt thinking about us." Your body burns with embarrassment. Shoving your head down next Satoru's hard cock, so long it’s resting on his stomach.

Licking, kissing, and sucking on Satoru's hard cock, bobbing your head, swirling your tongue groaning. Suguru wonders, "How do you masturbate when you're thinking of us?” Increasing the pulse on the vibrator. Sliding Satoru's cock out with a pop when he lifts your head up.

Moaning, trembling with your eyes watering, thick tears trickle down your cheek. Suguru smirks crooning, "You're crying already? But we just started n’ Satoru's birthday party doesn't end till the sun rises." Gently swiping your tears away with his thumb. Smacking you hard across the face.

Suguru forces you to put all your weight on Satoru's face, crushing him with your ass and pussy. "How does our cock hungry whore get herself off after slutting us out in her head all day?" The vibrators get a notch higher and you see stars.

Your jaw drops as you struggle to think. Each swipe of Satoru's tongue in your spasming cunt wrecks your thoughts. Suguru laughs, his deep mocking chuckle makes you burn with humiliation.

Swirling his thumb over your soft nipple, tugging and twisting. Clearly getting off on seeing you winch and cry as you suffocate his friend. "Really? We just started having fun with you n' you're too dumb to speak?" Satoru slaps your ass, groaning in your cunt.

Warm this cum is trickling into Satoru's mouth, down his cheek and chin. He grabs your hips to stop you from twisting your hips away. Savoring your juicy cunt soaking his face.

Suguru croons, "Ya wanna be our cumslut? Wanna lick his cock clean? Be a good whore n' spoil him with your pretty lil glory hole mouth." He holds up Satoru's long, veiny cock for you to take in your mouth.

Bobbing your head, groaning, swirling your tongue around his head then deep throating him with a gag. Suguru encourages you, “Good lil’ cumslut suck him clean.” Wrapping a rope around your throat lightly choking you as he binds your wrists behind your back. Any tug and you'll choke yourself.

Trembling, moaning you can't focus long enough to bob your head. Suguru tugs on your hair, pulling Satoru's cock out. Stuffing his cock in before you can close your mouth or catch your breath. Fucking your throat with a beautiful breathy moan, his balls hitting your chin.

Satoru's large hands keep you from running, letting him lick up every last drop. He's too much, your eyes roll back in your thoughtless, cum drunk head. The vibrator on your clit keeps you from coming back down the body tingling blissful high.

Suguru moans, "It's getting me off fucking her pretty face while she's crying." Satoru lifts you off his face, breathing roughly. Suguru glides his cock out, dragging you off Satoru by your hair.

Getting you on your knees, Suguru leans down for a slow, tender kiss. Gliding his tongue past your lips, rubbing it against yours, tasting Satoru's bittersweet cum. Caressing the sides of your beautiful, soft body, squeezing your cheeks and thighs.

Satoru presses his hard chest against your back. "Fuck I needed her pussy more than air. You should smother me every year for my birthday." Taking the toy off your clit, tossing it aside onto the bed.

Your clit throbs and softly twitches unable to handle the sudden lack of stimulation. "Please touch my clit! It-nnn" Suguru and Satoru fold your thighs by your side. Holding you in a mating press between their tall, muscular bodies

His voice is honey-sweet, "How is this sweetheart?" Slapping your clit and cunt, stuffing two thick fingers in, slapping you again. You can't twist your hips away, held in the air you are their helpless toy.

Satoru lines himself up, gliding himself in with a sensual, slow roll of his hips. Your bound wrists rubbing against his flexing hard abs. "Let's double stuff her sloppy cunt. She's so fuckin' hot n' sweet I wanna break her." Picking up the pace with each deep, steady thrust.

Stopping with just the tip in you. Satou lets Suguru line himself up. Crying, "Fuck fuck fuck me. Please! Nnnn! Your! Cocks! Nnnn!" You can't string together a thought or sentence, you’re too cock drunk. Stretching your sloppy wet cunt taunt.

Satoru's longer cock goes deeper than Suguru's, making his thicker head shove Satoru into your cervix. Twisting your hips unable to process the intense pleasure.

Satoru cups your breast, gently rubbing your soft nipple in between two fingers. "Wanna her to cum on my cock for every day she's turned me on since I met her irresistible ass." Twisting your nipple smirking when you cry his name. "Happy late fuckin' birthday to me, your soft wet cunt is the best gift you could have given me."

Suguru reminds him. "We can't let her off too easy, she did forget your birthday." Their cocks rub together inside you as their pace becomes uneven. Satoru fucks you faster, deeper than Suguru's harder, slower pace.

Oreo’s m.list

[ttodorokiii]

aaa soft yan!shouto with a yaoyorozu!reader ‼️ reader likes him back but tries to stop him from courting them because they knew momo liked him ;(

warnings: yándèrè, guílt, mánípùlátíòn, íntènsè.

note. LOLLL HI GUYS. Enjoy this if you can I’ll try to be more active here!!!!

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You have always known how much your older sister, Momo, cares for Shouto.

You love your sister so much and you could never come between him and her…

But now, as you stand in the quiet corner of the living room, watching Shouto talk to Momohis attention never fully on her, but drawn toward you with an intensity you’ve never seen before the weight of what’s happening presses down on you like a crushing weight.

You like him too. You feel it in the way your heart races when he’s near, the flutter in your chest when his monochromatic eyes catch yours. It’s always been subtle at first, just a passing thought that you pushed aside, thinking it was nothing. But it’s undeniable now. He looks at you like he sees no one else. Like you’re the only one that matters.

And it terrifies you.

Because you know. You know that Momo has feelings for him,

feelings that have never been confessed but are still there, hidden beneath the surface. You know what it would do to her if she found out. And you can’t—no, you won’t—be the one to destroy her heart.

So, you try. You try with every ounce of willpower you have to push Shouto away. When he gets too close,

you step back. When he smiles at you, you turn your gaze elsewhere. You refuse to let your feelings show, afraid that the moment they do, it will ruin everything.

“YN,” he says your name with such quiet affection that your breath hitches. You look up at him, and your heart does a strange, painful twist. He’s standing too close again. “I’ve been thinking… about us.”

Your stomach churns at the thought of what he might say. But it’s more than just that.

It’s his presence, his gaze, the way he watches you like you’re the only thing in the world that matters. It’s suffocating. It makes you feel trapped, like there’s nowhere to hide.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but…” He pauses, his expression softening, a rare vulnerability in his eyes. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Your heart skips, but your mind races. “Shouto…” You bite your lip, your thoughts frantic. You can’t let this go any further. Momo can’t know.

“I’m sorry,” you say quickly, trying to steady your voice. “I can’t—It’s not right. You… you shouldn’t be thinking like that. Momo she, she likes you, Shouto. You should be with her.”

He watches you, and for a long moment, you swear his eyes darken,

like the cool blue has melted into something dangerous. But when he speaks again, his voice is gentle, almost soothing.

“Momo’s feelings don’t matter,” he says, his voice low, a hint of something darker behind it. “Not compared to what I feel for you.”

How dare he say that?

You feel a chill run down your spine as he takes a slow step closer. There’s a possessiveness in his tone now, something you hadn’t heard before. It’s like a whisper in the back of your mind, a warning. He doesn’t care about Momo. He cares about you.

“I know you’re trying to protect her,” he continues, his voice almost too soft. “But I’m not going to stop, YN. I won’t let you push me away. You’re mine.”

The words hit you like a shockwave, and your breath catches in your throat. There’s something in his eyes, something that has shifted—he’s not just the quiet, kind Shouto you once admired from afar. He’s something darker now. Something possessive.

“I know you’re scared. But I’ll make sure you’re never alone again,” he adds, the promise in his tone unsettling, like it’s something he’s determined to fulfill no matter the cost.

You take a step back, your heart pounding in your chest. “No, Shouto. You don’t understand. Momo, she’s my sister. She loves you. You can’t just—”

“I don’t care about that,” he interrupts, stepping closer again, his presence suffocating. “You’re the one I want. And I’ll make sure you know that, YN.”

He cuts you off, you don’t know how to make him understand someone like him could never understand…

You can barely breathe as he stands in front of you now, his body close enough that you can feel the heat of him,

Your mind is racing, torn between the love you feel for Shouto and the guilt that gnaws at you for betraying Momo. You can’t do this to her. You can’t.

But his eyes—those eyes—are burning into you now, and the way he looks at you makes it feel like there’s no way out. It’s like he’s inside your mind, pulling at all your insecurities, your fears, your desires, until there’s nothing left but him.

“I’m not going to stop, YN. Don’t fight me,” he says softly, his voice almost a whisper, and you shiver. The way he says your name, it’s a declaration. A promise.

You want to push him away. You want to scream at him to stop. You want to protect Momo, to keep the fragile peace between the two of you intact. But you can’t.

You can’t fight him, not when he’s looking at you like this. Not when he’s making it clear that he won’t let you go.

“I don’t want to hurt her,” you whisper, your voice breaking. “I can’t be the reason she’s in pain.”

But Shouto just looks at you, his expression unreadable, and says one thing, his voice as cold as ice yet burning with something else.

“She’ll get over it. You’re mine now.”

And it’s in that moment you realize,

the longer you resist, the deeper his obsession grows. He’s not going to let you go. No matter what you do, no matter how hard you try to protect Momo, Shouto’s not going to stop.

And you wonder, with a sinking heart, if you’ve already lost.

[curseofbreadbear]

[Gregory insisted that she didn't need to apologize; she'd been dragged into this, and it wasn't her fault. At surface level, the words were comforting, but something within her felt the need to tear them apart. Sure, she'd been lured here, but she shouldn't have been. If she had the wisdom, the foresight, the keenness...she would have seen right through that fake Gregory. Instead, she blindly latched onto everything it said -- she'd been so scared of losing her cousin that she put herself through Hell to get him back, and it was all for nothing. She'd actively contributed to the destruction of the Pizzaplex, breaching security, unleashing whatever that thing in the basement was...]

[And still, Cassie knew that she wouldn't have stayed put, even if she had prior knowledge of tonight's events. No matter what, something in her would have screamed, "But what if Gregory IS down there?" She only wanted to help, and that had turned out to be both a weakness and a strength.]

[Gregory parroted her, reminding her that he was here -- something she definitely needed to hear right now. Despite everything, Gregory ( the REAL one ) was here. Cassie silently acknowledged the rest before pulling him into a hug; they needed to get out of here before anything else, and she absolutely agreed. She was horrified at the possibility that that...thing might have broken free because of her. He'd ask his friends to help, and she could call "Uncle B-", which she assumed was her dad. She...wasn't too keen on that unless it was an absolute emergency, though -- she'd sneaked out tonight, and if it was possible to still get away with it ( despite being visibly injured and traumatized ), then she'd prefer that. She didn't need to be grounded on top of everything else.]

[Cassie held her cousin tightly, ignoring her injuries; now that the adrenaline had worn off, she could feel her muscles screaming over the littlest of movements, but she needed this right now. Gregory hugged her back, and finally, everything felt like it was going to be okay. She felt another tear fall, even though she was sure she'd cried herself out...but this one was good. It fell because she felt safe, and for now, things would stay that way. Gregory gently squeezed her shoulder, promising her that he wouldn't leave, that they would be okay. She believed him.]

❝ Thank you... ❞ [Cassie sniffled, fighting to get the rest of her words out. Calm down. It's going to be okay, but like he said, you have to leave...preferably now.] ❝ Y-You're right, though. We need to get out of here. You said, um...your friends can help? Do you have a plan? ❞

"Don't apologize." Gregory said the words quietly, but firmly. "None of this was your fault. None of it. You should have never been dragged into this." The guilt for that was clawing through his insides, twisting his stomach painfully. Cassie was too good for all of this insanity. She should have stayed safe, far away from this wretched place and the vile things in its walls. But thanks to his voice luring her, here she was.

Hurt, scared, exhausted. But she was alive. She had survived hell, just like him. Maybe it could be something that united them, rather than tear them apart.

Cassie insisted that she could walk, but Gregory very much doubted that. Not on her own, anyway - someone would have to support her, even if she could stand. He didn't care. He'd carry his cousin himself if he had to, despite being as scrawny as he was. "I'm here now," He echoed. "And I will explain everything. But we've got to get you out of here first. My friends can help, and you can call Uncle B- woah!"

He was interrupted by being pulled into a hug, stealing his breath away with a small gasp. Despite himself, tears pricked at his own eyes, and he fought valiantly to not let them fall. For a moment, Gregory let himself melt into the embrace. It felt right, after everything. "I won't go. I'm not leaving you behind." He gave her shoulder a soft squeeze, mindful to not aggravate her injuries. "I promise. We're gonna be okay."

[screamin-abt-haikyuu]

You're jealous but you can't do anything because you're not dating him (Part 7) - Wakatoshi Ushijima

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Pairing: Ushijima x Fem! reader

Genre: Angst to fluff

Warnings: none, really? Reader calls him Toshi.

Requested by: @ushisrever

A/N: Can't believe I posted the last update to this more than two years ago. Has it really been that long???? The incomplete series has been bothering me for two years now lmao. Didn't think I'd ever find a fitting scenario for Ushiwaka but thanks to @dira333 helping me sound off some ideas, I was able to get that perfect "snap!" you get when you fit a puzzle piece in perfectly. Gave me enough brain juice to write this out before going back into hibernation.

Serving you some fresh, hot angst and then some lol. Enjoy the burn and then the healing. For someone who was as far removed from Ushiwaka (emotionally) as one can, writing this actually made me see him in a new light. Loved writing him. Hopefully, it stays as true to his canon nature as it can. Hopefully I don't trash this before it's out💀 but if you're reading this, it's good lol.

It feels like the entire Shiratorizawa is at the gates of the school.

"I can't believe she's coming to our school!"

"AAA I can't stop imagining how she'll look in our school uniform."

"Do you think she already has a boyfriend? Maybe I have a chance?"

"I don't know about a boyfriend but you certainly don't have a chance with her."

"Must you always be so cruel?!"

"If you think a star child actor who has made it so big in the industry is going to date a simpleton like you, you're delusional."

You sigh, annoyed, as you try to make your way through the babbling crowd. You're already late for your morning classes and you couldn't care any less about Hoshiko Nakamura. Or any celebrity for that matter.

"In fact, I don't think any boy in this school has a chance with her. Hmm... except maybe Ushiwaka? Not that he'd be interested in dating her anyway. Sometimes I feel like that guy doesn't have any emotions at all."

Your ears perk up at the Ace's name.

Wakatoshi Ushijima has become somewhat of a celebrity at school ever since he was selected for the under 19 representative for Japan in the Youth World Championship.

He was already well known as the formidable volleyball player who crushes any team that he takes on. However, his serious and stoic nature has kept most people from approaching him. Till now, at least.

The girl was right. Wakatoshi wouldn't even think about dating anyone. You seem fairly sure of that. However, the suggestion still leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

You're wrong about him not having any emotions you think as you finally break free from the crowd and sprint towards your classroom.

You've known Wakatoshi for as long as you can remember. You remember when his family moved into the house next to yours when you were just little kids. You remember watching the reserved, determined figure of the boy practicing volleyball all by himself in the nearby park. You remember going up to him and offering to play with him. Out of all these memories, the most vivid of them all was the way his eyes subtly lit up when you said you wanted to play with him.

Time has blurred into a haze since then. Even though you both went to different schools all through junior and middle school years, you both kept alive the tradition of playing volleyball together in park.

"You should come to Shiratorizawa," he had said that fateful day. You both were in the last year of middle school. It was a beautiful evening as you both walked back home from the park, the setting sun throwing hues of red and gold across the partially cloudy sky.

"That's not in my hands. I tried in middle school, remember? I want Shiratorizawa but Shiratorizawa doesn't seem to want me," you said, kicking a pebble on the road. Funny how I could say the same about you.

"That was three years ago. You have grown," he said without pause.

"We'll see. I don't want to get my hopes too high. You know just as well as I do that they give preference to athletes over normal students like me. Casual volleyball games with you are just about as sporty as I get," you said as you reached out to open the gate to your home.

You turned to say goodbye to him and found him looking at you, his expression more serious than usual.

"It's not about athleticism."

"Shiratorizawa only accepts the best. Be it volleyball or anything else. I believe you fit into that category. You should come," he says, looking straight into your eyes.

Your stomach flutters. How could he have so much faith in you? There is no doubt that he believes in you because Wakatoshi Ushijima always means what he says. Almost 5 years of knowing him had taught you that. You still found it hard to digest, though.

"I'll try my best, I promise."

"I know you will."

"Class, please give a warm welcome your new classmate, Hoshiko Nakamura!"

You can't help but gawk at her. Saying she is pretty would be a severe understatement. If she looks pretty on screen, it is nothing compared to what she looks like off screen. You look at your desk partner to see if he is thinking the same. Wakatoshi, however, seems to simply be listening to the teacher.

"Miss Nakamura, I'm sure you will have no problem settling in here. To kind of help you settle in this new environment, I was thinking of seating you next to Ushijima as I believe you two have met before at some of the national events."

The teacher might as well have thrown a bus at you and it would have felt just about the same as you do now.

Hoshiko's face lights up. "That would be great. Wakatoshi-kun has always been a delight to be with. Thank you for having me," she says and bows.

Did she just call him by his first name?

"Ah, Y/N, sorry for springing this on you so suddenly. I wanted to get a hold of you before morning class but couldn't. I hope it's not a problem," the teacher says.

You force a polite smile. "It's not a problem at all," you say and start packing your bag.

Hoshiko walks up to the desk and waits patiently for you to gather your stuff, thanking you again.

Your legs feel heavy as you take the empty seat diagonal to them in the adjacent row.

I'm panicking for no reason. They just know each other from an event. It makes sense to make her sit with a familiar and safe person, given her popularity. Yes, Wakatoshi is definitely the ideal choice in this scenario. He is not someone who would be creepy in any sense. He's also strong and intimidating so it would keep the creeps away. It's fine. It'll be fine. Nothing is going to happen between them... right?

"Wakatoshi-kun, I'm so glad I got to sit next to you," she says, smiling at him, speaking loud enough for people sitting nearby to hear.

"Actually, if I'm being honest, when I decided to come back to my hometown to complete my studies, I knew I wanted to go to Shiratorizawa immediately," she continues.

"Of course. Shiratorizawa is the best school in the prefecture. It's only natural to want to study here," Ushijima says, completely seriously.

Hoshiko blushes. "Ah... that is not what I meant... nevermind," she says, causing the guy behind them to burst into laughter.

It seems like the hollow sensation growing in your stomach is here to stay.

It has been two months since the day Hoshiko joined your school. With Ushijima going to school earlier than usual and practicing late into the night for the Inter High preliminaries, he hasn't been able to spend much time with you lately. Normally, this wouldn't have bothered you because you could see him in class everyday but with Hoshiko now taking your place, you barely get to say more than hi to him.

However, with the prelims now over and the upcoming week-long break ahead, you're hoping to get some one-on-one time with him once again. All these years with him have made him such an intrinsic part of your daily life that it feels like something big is missing when he's not around. To the world, Wakatoshi Ushijima might be a lot of things. But to you, Wakatoshi Ushijima is home. He is comfort. He is strength. He is someone that you know like the back of your own hand. He is someone that your heart always keeps coming back to. He is the only love you have ever known.

You know that he doesn't share the same feelings for you. But that doesn't stop your heart from longing for him.

The lessons for the day are over and you walk back to your class, eager to pack your bag and go home with Ushijima. You wonder if he'll want to go to the park in the evening.

"She's asking him out! She's asking him out!"

"No WAY! I am SO jealous."

A small crowd has gathered around the window and they're whispering amongst themselves as they look outside.

"Man, that Ushiwaka is so lucky! He gets to date the most beautiful girl in the entire country."

"I mean… he is in the nation's top 3 aces and an under 19 representative of Japan. Not to mention he's tall and strong and good looking. They're actually perfect for each other."

Your heart drops down to your feet.

You look out the window and find yourself looking at Hoshiko and Ushijima standing a ways away from the school building. They're in a quiet, secluded spot and Hoshiko seems to be blushing as she says something to him. You see him nod and say something in return. Hoshiko's face lights up in pure delight and even though they are at a distance, you can hear the joy in her voice.

"No way!!!! He said yes?? I thought he wasn't interested in girls!"

"Goddamn it! There goes my chance!"

You feel dizzy as you watch the two of them walk back to school together.

No. This can't be. You have always known that he doesn't like you that way. But you thought he wasn't interested in dating at all.

No. You shouldn't make any assumptions just yet. These gossip mongers are messing with your head. For all you know, he could have said yes to being in a show or something. You shouldn't despair before you hear the truth from him.

You blink back your tears and run to your class. Thankfully, it's empty. You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself and wait. Both of them soon appear in the hallway. The crowd surrounds them instantly, wanting to drown them in questions but Ushijima breaks away from them easily and walks towards the class. He comes up to you.

"Y/N. I'm sorry I won't be able to come to the park today."

It's true.

"Hoshiko and I are going to watch this new movie playing at the theatre-"

He's going on a date with her.

"Apparently it has a lot of volleyball in it-"

He's going on a date with h-

"You should join us."

Huh?

"What?"

"I figured you might like it since you play volleyball with me even though you don't play it otherwise."

What? What? What?? What is happening right now??

Ushijima patiently waits for your answer.

"Uh... Whose idea was it to go to the movie?"

"Nakamura's. Why?"

"And how did she bring up the idea?"

"Well, I was returning from the club and she asked to speak to me in private. And then she told me about the movie and if I wanted to watch it with her."

He didn't get it.

"Ah... Toshi... I'm pretty sure she was asking you out on a date."

His eyes widen with surprise.

"A... date? But she never said she had romantic feelings for me."

Could this mean...? Can I hope...?

"Well, her asking you out on the date was her way of saying it."

"I see. I didn't realise. Thank you for telling me. In that case, I should tell her my feelings for her as well."

He has feelings for her.

Your heart shatters.

You're glad that he walks out right away because you couldn't have stopped your tears from coming out even if you wanted to. You run out of the back door, desperate to get far away.

I guess I was the problem all this time. I just wasn't someone you could look at that way.

You had always known that. You had always known that he didn't feel for you the way you did. But that hadn't stopped you from falling for him. Hard. How could you have not? Eight years of knowing him... You didn't even realise when you fell for him. Loving him just came so naturally to you.

Logically, it makes sense. They make sense. She is beautiful and tall and smart. And so is he. They are the type of couple who would be featured on the cover of a magazine. Which, given their career trajectories, is bound to happen sooner or later.

But the heart doesn't care for logic and at this moment you feel like it will actually burst from the amount of pain you're feeling.

You spend the rest of the evening and the entire night crying in your room.

Morning comes and you feel worse than ever. Your head is throbbing, your nose is stuffy and your eyes are swollen. You decide to skip school. It's the last day before break anyway. Maybe this break will be good for you. It will give you some time to adjust to everything and compose yourself.

You go back to bed and sleep through the entire day.

You thought you'd feel better after getting some rest but you still feel like shit.

You drag yourself out of bed. Your entire body feels like it weighs ten times more.

Maybe a shower and some fresh air will do you good.

You head out.

No matter how much you try to think of something else, your mind keeps coming back to him. Your eyes keep searching for him. You look in the direction of his room. The curtains are open and you can see it is empty.

Of course he's not home yet. He's probably out with her again.

Even though it's barely a minute away, you feel exhausted by the time you reach the park. Thankfully, it is empty.

You sit on one of the swings and look around. Most of your memories with Ushijima are tied to this park. This is where you both have spent the majority of your last eight years together.

All the sweet memories make you tear up again.

"You didn't come to school today."

You were so lost in your head that you didn't realise when he walked up to you. You blink back your tears.

"Oh... hi. Yeah, I - I wasn't feeling very well today," you say, not meeting his eye.

"You seem upset."

He noticed.

"Oh... I'm fine. Really. It's just been a rough day. It's nothing to worry about," you say, still evading his gaze.

He sits on the swing next to you. You look to the side and see he has a volleyball in his lap.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You quickly avert your gaze again.

"No."

"I see. Well, would you like me to distract you? Talk about something else?"

It is getting harder to keep your tears in check. You're sure your voice will crack if you speak. You just nod.

"You would've liked the movie. It wasn't as focused on volleyball as Nakamura said it would-"

Great. He's chosen the worst topic he could have talked about. You don't want to hear about his date. You need to change the topic. Quickly.

"What are you doing here?" you blurt out the one question that has been weighing on your mind ever since he came here.

"What do you mean? I came here to play volleyball with you."

"I- I mean... I thought you would spend your free time with Ho-Hoshiko from now."

"Why would I do that?"

"B- because you're d-dating her?" Your voice cracks.

"I am not dating Nakamura."

What?

"What do you mean you're not dating her? I thought you liked her. Didn't you go on a date with her yesterday?"

"I do like her. Just not romantically. And no, I went to watch the movie with Tendou. She had already bought the tickets so I bought them from her. I wanted to watch it with you but you went home. "

"But... you left to tell her your feelings for her..."

"I did. I wanted to clarify that I only feel for her as a friend. It was only thanks to you that I was able to tell her in time before I ended up hurting her unintentionally."

"I...see..."

Relief floods your heart. You suddenly feel a hundred pounds lighter. You finally gather the courage to look at him. He is looking right back at you.

"Can I ask you something?" you say, your lower lip trembling.

"Of course."

"Do you have romantic feelings for anyone?"

You instantly regret speaking up as soon as the question leaves your mouth. You know he never lies. And if he doesn't feel the same w-

"Yes. You."

You stare at him blankly.

It's subtle but his expression has changed from completely serious to something a little softer. You can't quite place what it is. Is it concern? nervousness? Adoration?

"R-really? You like me? Romantically?"

"Yes."

"Since when?"

"Ah," he rubs his chin, "I'm not sure..."

You're still having difficulty believing that any of this is real.

"You know," he continues, "After my father, you were the first person who ever wanted to play with me."

He points towards the corner of the park. "I was practicing against that wall that day when you came up to me. Do you remember?"

"Of course I remember. I can never forget that day."

"So many people have come and gone from my life but you have been with me for so long that, I guess somewhere along the way I just assumed you would stay forever. Which, I now realise, I shouldn't have."

He feels the same. He has always felt the same.

"Toshi?"

He turns to you again.

"I love you."

He breaks into a soft smile.

"I love you too."

Holyshit this was a ride. I'm glad I wrote this and I hope you guys enjoy.

Reblogs appreciated. Please do not steal or repost.

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Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 8 part 7

(Wandavision entries: [1][2][3])

(AAA entries: ep1 [1][2][3][4] ep2 [1][2][3][4] ep3 [1][2][3] ep4 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][+1] ep5 [1][2][3][4][5] ep6 [1][2][3] ep7 [1][2][3][4][5][6] ep8 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9] ep9 [1][2][3][4][5][6])

more Oz references! fury of the elements, one very pissed ex, same thing.

god but how much I love rio going feral?! it's so stupid I'm giggling and kicking my feet about it. you'd think a very old, very wise being would react like a grown ass adult after a breakup, especially because it was such a long time coming. but does rio go home to process things quietly? noooooooo she summons a whole storm and sits on a roof waiting for agatha to come out of her basement, so she can be an ass about it. if they were humans rio would be slashing agatha's tires and smashing windows and throwing rotten eggs at her house drunk at three in the morning, and you know what? good for her!!! she's been fucking trying to work things out in a mature responsible way, and it was never going to work, agatha was never going to grow up. so fuck it. agatha wants to be immature? we'll show her immature! I support my girl going full petty and unhinged, let her cry and scream and eat a whole ice cream tub and then throw it all up, let her piss all over agathas' rhododendrons, my girl has earned it.

AND she's brought her favorite soul-reaping orchid with her! she's like, I'm gonna do it! this time I'm gonna getcha! I will drag your ungrateful ass to our son kicking and screaming if I have to!!!!

...girl. we both know you ain't. like agatha is literally about to die and you still won't reap that soul without her consent. absolute loser behavior.

and agatha... well, agatha never backed off from an immaturity showdown. oooh she's gonna out-toddler you for sure.

but it's so interesting that the Road didn't give her her powers back. tbh I don't think she ever lost her powers at all, seeing as she's first and foremost a succubus and that power works just fine, if alice's fate is any indication. it's more like, three years under the spell completely drained her battery and she desperately needs to feed.

and agatha wasn't planning on joining the Road at all, as far as she was concerned it didn't even exist. like with lilia, jen and alice the Road gave her not what she asked, but what she needed all along: her prize was that moment of closure with nicky

so rio cannot kill people, she can only make them wish they were dead, and I just realized, her special talent is also being fucking annoying, just like agatha

by the way, rewatching wandavision I realized that his name is JOHN, not herb! I'm so sorry I've been calling you the wrong name this whole time, my guy. ALSO MOVE OUT OF THAT NEIGHBORHOOD DEAR LORD

same goes for you two. harold you have a daughter!

(omg a literal harold, they're lesbians.)

agatha sees the fire moon and it reminds her of alice. she draws a circle for the expelle hoc malum protection spell she's learned from her. she had a coven only for a day and look how much they've gotten under her skin.

rio gives an incredulous sigh. are you calling me "evil"? it's like, we've been over this!

I know that baby and I love you, but also you're very much sitting on a rooftop cackling like a maniac. how can these two be both so tragic and so so fucking ridiculous at the same time.

it's like, she's absolutely right, she's no villain and she's no demon, agatha should stop treating her like one and punishing her for it. but also... stop begging her to, for fuck's sake. rio, my love, have some dignity. stop chasing. you did a dramatic exit half an hour ago, WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE

agatha trying to exorcise her ex wife with a spell: clownass behavior.

rio blowing the circle away with a kiss: also clownass behavior.

but is she wrong????

lilia's turn to come in handy!

I'm sorry but... a whole sink? she threw a whole sink at her head?? this scene is so fucking hilarious, like I know some people found rio ooc but to me it makes perfect sense. I'm just sorry she didn't throw a toilet.

GO HOME, RIO. it's okay, we're gonna put up a picture of agatha in your living room and throw poop at it until you feel better or smth, it's gonna be okay, you let it all out.

^^literally rio

jen's moment: vulnus ab aqua curare.

I don't think it's going to help you much though, babe. remember when agatha kept poking wanda with a stick and got her ass kicked to oblivion in return? she's been poking DEATH for two hundred years. what did she expect???!?!

THAT IS THE HOTTEST SOMEONE HAS EVER LOOKED, DEAR LORD

and considering that rio chooses an outfit for each soul she reaps: this is what she chose for agatha??? girl, be for real!!!

aaaand she gets kicked into a wall a moment later. after her devastating sexy ass walk with the high slit dress and all. complete loser behavior.

(also hilarious: agatha's laundry hanging there the whole time)

billy came back to save agatha (awww) but not before conjuring a cool wiccan costume and doing a very dramatic entrance (awwwwwwww). literally her son.

I agree tbh

agatha's face when she realizes billy is choosing to give her magic: this is the first time someone does it willingly. and sure he is super powerful (she drained poor alice in a second), but I keep imagining a world were agatha is an important, cherished member of a community, maybe playing the vital role of teacher and knowledge keeper, and the community willingly donates magic in return, all together and on a regular basis, like people donate blood, so that no one dies and she doesn't starve.

look at how the beam changes color, and just how happy she is to finally eat. it's just the way she was born, you know? I hate that evanora turned it into something horrible when it didn't need to.

oh god, that stupid outfit again. that is agatha's "I'm such a scary merciless bitch and I don't care about your feelings" outfit. as if.

and then she realizes she's killing billy. look at her face, a moment ago she even said how good all this power feels. she could easily take it all. but of course for billy she has to stop.

so, can agatha actually control her powers? well, it's complicated, isn't it? she definitely couldn't when she was very young. possibly she never sought to learn how to as time went on.

(thank you for your patience, everyone, I'll update more regularly from now on. and you all know what happens next entry.)

go to episode 8 part 8

[savagegood]

@shinjiroatae1126: To all my fans, today was a very special day for me. For years, I struggled to accept a part of myself...But now, after all I have been through, I finally have the courage to open up to you about something. I am a gay man. It has taken me a long time to be able to say I am gay. I could not even say it to myself. However, I’ve come to realize it is better, both for me, and for the people I care about, including my fans, to live life authentically than to live a life never accepting who I truly am. I hope people who are struggling with the same feeling will find courage and know they are not alone.

ps, he’s released a new song, “into the light”, which you can watch here. part of the proceeds from the single will go to lgbtq+ organisations

@shinjiroatae1126: July 26th, 2023 was a big day for me. I finally gathered the courage to come out to the public as a gay man. I am grateful to have received media coverage from multiple platforms both within Japan and overseas.

To be honest, I was extremely anxious before all of this happened. However, I've been pleasantly surprised to discover the overwhelming amount of positive feedback pouring in from both my fans and people who have come across the news about me. It's heartwarming to see that my story is being acknowledged from all around the world, and this brings me immense joy. Although they may be baby steps, I sense that this world is gradually moving into the light. Yesterday, I made an announcement about resuming my career as an artist. I also released a new song titled “Into The Light”. The music video for the song is also on YouTube now. This song is packed with the emotions and thoughts leading up to this point, including my decision to come out. Living with anxieties and struggles is not limited to just LGBTQ+ individuals. I hope this song can be a source of encouragement for anyone carrying such emotions. I've aimed for it to become a song that can uplift those with similar feelings. A portion of the proceeds will be donated to Pride House Tokyo, Japan’s first permanent LGBTQ+ center, and ReBit, an organization providing resources and support for LGBTQ+ youth. I hope this song will touch many hearts.🙏🌈

At first, there was total silence. Then, there were shrieks, wild applause, weeping and shouts of “I love you!”

Fans of Shinjiro Atae, a J-pop idol who has been on a nearly two-year performance hiatus, had come to hear him talk about “the challenge of my life.” Standing onstage in a dark auditorium in front of 2,000 fans in central Tokyo on Wednesday night, he revealed something he has kept hidden for most of his life: He is gay.

“I respect you and believe you deserve to hear this directly from me,” he said, reading from a letter he had prepared. “For years, I struggled to accept a part of myself. But now, after all I have been through, I finally have the courage to open up to you about something. I am a gay man.”

Such an announcement is extremely unusual in conservative Japan, the only G7 country that has not legalized same-sex unions. Earlier this summer, the Japanese Parliament passed an L.G.B.T.Q rights bill but it had been watered down by the political right, stating that there “should be no unfair discrimination” against gay and transgender people.

In making a public declaration, the 34-year-old Mr. Atae, who spent two decades performing with AAA, a hit Japanese pop group, before embarking on a solo career, said he wanted his fans to know his true self. He also hopes to comfort those who might be grappling with anxieties about their sexuality.

“I don’t want people to struggle like me,” he said.

AAA debuted in 2005, with Mr. Atae, the youngest member, forgoing high school. He performed mostly as a dancer, and began appearing in TV series and movies.

His sexuality perplexed him. “It was a time when on TV, comedians would say two men kissing was gross,” he said. If anyone asked if he had a girlfriend, he just said he was too busy working.

Activists said they could not recall an instance when a Japanese pop star of his stature had publicly declared they were gay, because of anxieties about losing fans or sponsors.

“I think he has decided to come out in order to change Japan,” said Gon Matsunaka, a director and adviser to Pride House Tokyo, a support center for the gay and transgender community.

The decision to open up about his sexuality, he said, evolved over seven years of living in Los Angeles, where he saw how freely gay couples could show affection in public and built an extensive support network.

“Everyone was so open,” he said. “People would talk about their vulnerabilities. In Japan, people think it’s best not to talk about those things.”

Mr. Atae’s decision, he said, was not political.  All he wanted, he said, was to “normalize” being gay. Coming out, he knew, would likely draw criticism. “Whatever you do, there will be haters,” he said. “I can only focus on the people I might be helping.”

[earlgreydream]

kinktober 🖤🩶🧡🤍 | SUBMISSIVE

agatha harkness x reader

don’t worry - no spoilers for AAA

warmth spilled out from the hearth’s fire, casting a golden glow and sending shadows dancing around agatha’s ornate living room. the wordless snap of agatha’s fingers reminded you to sit up straighter, earning a hum of approval. she brushed away a stray hair with her fingertips, demanding perfection — nothing out of place.

it had taken some time getting used to agatha’s strict expectations, adjusting to fit her perfect westview fantasy. other familiars had gone to the care of much laxer witches, while you had been bound to agatha, a name that sent whispers of fear through your peers.

you’d found that her reputation preceded her — she didn’t accept anything short of perfection, though, it was worth the rewards of pleasing her.

"you'll be good when my friends are here," agatha demanded, holding your jaw as she spoke.

"yes, miss harkness," you blinked up at her dark glare.

she swatted your ass as she walked past you to get food from the kitchen. your breath hitched, struggling to get used to being agatha's familiar, hers in every way, to do with whatever she pleased.

you lingered in the kitchen doorframe as her guests arrived, growing shy of the unfamiliar women. you were wearing only the thin mesh teddy that agatha had dressed you up in, the same dark purple she adorned, an effort to further expose you and show you off to her friends.

the gorgeous, wealthy women of westview chattered, filling in the living room, gushing over agatha's home. her dark eyes searched the room, her shoulders relaxing when she spotted you peering out from behind the archway.

"come here, pet."

you stepped out into the room, briefly freezing as multiple sets of eyes fell on you. agatha cleared her throat, snapping you back into focus. you went to her side, settling as her fingers brushed over your cheek.

"she's pretty," wanda maximoff spoke as if you weren't there as agatha pulled you down to sit on her lap.

her nails lightly traced up and down your thigh, eventually pushing the mesh lace of the teddy up around your hips. you shifted as agatha exposed more of your body for the women to admire, loving the way you curled into her.

"she's well-behaved too," agatha mused, her nose bumping at the tender skin beneath your ear. you hummed softly, preening at the first bit of praise you got from your witch.

the women fawned over you, a few dropping suggestions to agatha that she should share, a jest that made agatha tense beneath you.

"you'll have to get your own, i'm afraid," she said tersely, suddenly pulling your hair.

you suppressed a startled yelp as she roughly kissed you, her mouth hot and wet, tongue parting your lips. she was jealous by the comments, displaying her possessiveness, a smile tugging at her mouth as you moaned, unable to keep it in. the sound was filthy, turning agatha on, her hands getting rougher, her touch needier.

agatha continued to host her soiree, extremely pleased with herself, asserting her dominance over you to her friends, instead of privately as she'd been for the last few weeks. you spent the rest of the evening blushing furiously, settled between agatha's legs, only half-listening to the housewives' conversations.

.

you sat on the couch as she said goodbye to the last of her guests, locking the door behind them. you watched her hang her coat in the entry, rolling up the white sleeves of her button-up as she crossed the hall, returning to where you were perched. you were mesmerized watching her smooth, graceful movements, lusting after her in a way that left your entire being throbbing.

"i've wanted to ravish you all evening."

you exhaled softly at her words, a shiver of anticipation running down your spine. agatha led you down the hall to her bedroom, commanding you to kneel at the foot of the bed while she took long strides to the closet.

you lowered to your knees, resting back on your heels. dark purple magic sparked around you, the thin mesh you were wearing disappearing in an instant. agatha was suddenly once again at your side, her hand resting on the crown of your head, petting you tenderly.

"you were so good for me tonight," she praised, fingernails scratching lightly through your hair.

her hands moved down, nails dragging lightly over your collarbones before her delicate fingers cupped your breasts and tugged lightly at your nipples. she smiled as they hardened beneath her fingertips, her breath hot against your cheek as she knelt behind you.

“please,” you whined for her, letting your head drop backwards onto her shoulder. you’d obediently kept your hands on your thighs, just as she’d taught you, noticing the desperate clench of your abdomen.

agatha said nothing, one hand abandoning your chest to grab your jaw. you parted your lips as she kissed you roughly, her mouth heavy on yours. in the privacy of your bedroom without her spectating friends, you allowed yourself to moan loudly, rocking your hips forward on nothing. the witch was an incredible tease, willing to draw out your edging until your mind was fuzzy, and all you could do was beg to come.

“earn it,” agatha hissed against your lips, pulling away to stand.

you crawled to agatha’s feet as she leaned back against the wall, parting her legs for you to kneel between. she reveled in the noise you made as you tasted her, the salty, tangy flavor of the witch flooding your tongue.

agatha ran her fingers through your hair as you lapped at her cunt, hand on her thigh for balance. your tongue dutifully circled her clit, pulling an “oh, god, fuck,” from her full lips. she nearly came just at the sight of your face buried between her legs, a starved glaze over your eyes as two of your fingers pushed inside her and curled forward. the light sting of her pulling your hair only encouraged you, whimpering against her to watch her body tremble at the vibrations, wordlessly begging for the witch to come.

[r0-boat]

I finally met him in the story, and he's stolen my heart, so could I get some headcannons for Marbas? I love that buff healer man ❤️ fluff or nsfw is fine I just want content for relationship stuff with him

I love Marbas!!! Aaa

Whb Marbas headcannons sfw&nsfw

It is Canon that all the stuff he has around him, like the straps and the blood bags, are his work uniform, so my head cannon is that He has a special kind of blood that makes him a universal donor to all, whether demon human or angel. So, to ensure he produces a lot of blood, his diet should be rich in iron, calcium, etc. So he is very big on diet and eating well. After all, eating healthy is the secret to a long, healthy life. He's especially worried about you since humans have much shorter lifespans than devils. He's usually the one reminding you if you've eaten. He instructs one of the devils to bring you food packed with nutrients if you haven't.

Marbas is a very serious devil; if you are a jokester and full of excitement, you are enough excitement for him. How you piss him off is if you don't take your health seriously, if he has to control how you take care of your body, he will. Actually he prefers it, He prefers that he is in charge of your health He's actually jealous of Lucifer that he is your primary care doctor because he wants to do it.

He indulges you because he cares, And if you don't stop him now, he can get quite smothering, when I mean smothering I mean my guy will try to bathe you. He treats you like a God, he worships the ground you walk on.

He likes that you're a human because it gives him a sense of strength so he can protect you. Since he is from Paradise Lost a kingdom full of healers a lot of demons assume that they are the weaker members of the species which is far from the case.

When he looks at you, He gives you such a soft loving look which is different from his normal scowl and resting bitch face.

Tells you not to eat candy, that candy is unhealthy, that you will get sick if you eat too much... Also him: destroys the bowl of candies on his desk.

If you're one of those types of people that gets so sick your bedridden, He's honestly in heaven, because you'll be in Paradise Lost in a soft comfy bed and he gets to take care of you all day. That coddling is in full force when he's practically feeding you soup cooing and smiling.

NSFW

Treat You like a Queen, fucks you like a slut. He will make sure that you know his safe word because he ain't going to stop when you say no. Even warns you before that he is rather rough in bed.

But don't worry, no matter what, no matter how many marks or how many times he makes you red and bleed, He will take care of you just as much. Marbas will fuck you so hard; he'll leave you bedridden, then he'll take care of you when you wake up. Admire the marks all over your body as he gives you a massage

He will use you like a stress toy, probably buys sex toys and bondage from Abaddon. He needs to know what your limits are. Marbas almost never satisfied his body until you, and he is eager to make up for lost time.

His stamina rivals that of the Kings; maybe that's because He hardly ever lets that self-restraint slip. If he's not inside you, he doesn't even touch himself. If it's not you're squeezing walls, then he gets no pleasure. He doesn't mind. He likes the tight feeling when his balls are so full it's almost going to burst, straining against his pants as he watches you like a hawk, his mind thinking about all the way he's going to bend you over his desk.

He loves You being a human so much. It gets him so much power. Maybe it's just him being a demon, but he craves to corrupt you. He wants to corrupt and destroy you as much as he wants to cradle and protect you. He craves to be in control. Some devils say he has a bit of a human kink, since he prefers the softness and fragility of humans than other devils.

He tries to avoid and ignore the fact that he might have a fetish for humans, He totally doesn't think about how easy it is for a soft human to fall apart on a demon cock. How tight they are compared to demons, how easy it is to bring them to tears by just pleasure. How it's so easy to leave marks on their skin how nicely they sound when they scream his name.

[spiderfunkz]

𖦹 ˖ ࣪ artist!gf headcanons

— characters : earth 1610!miles morales, gwen stacy, pavitr prabhakar, hobie brown.

— a/n : more atsv headcanons bc they r currently rotting my brain. again, these are just my opinions on what i think atsv characters would be like if their gf is an artist :) also this is not proofread oops

✶ miles morales :

lovessssss drawing with you and making sketches of each other!! anniversaries would be so cute where you two exchange the you've made drawings. oh!! he'll ask you out on dates where he takes you to his 'secret spot' near the subway and draws your ideas as graffiti art.

he would be so impressed every time he sees your sketch book and compliments you every time by saying how lovely it is and how it should be put in a museum. he would also love learning new art techniques with you and learning your art style.

✶ gwen stacy :

lots and lots of 'whoas' and 'omgs' when she sees you draw. also loves looking at your new art and asking you a butt load of questions, "how long did this take you?" - "how did you even do this? it's so pretty it's unreal." - "i bet you could draw with a crayon and still make it beautiful."

you would have your sketchbook filled with drawings of her, maybe when she's smiling, playing the drums, in her spider-suit, or just her laughing (exactly like that one scene with mile's sketchbook).

✶ pavitr prabhakar :

would be in awe watching you do your work, not saying anything and just admiring you because he doesn't want to disturb you & would literally make a :O face when you show your finished art pieces.

he would be ur number one supporter and showers you with compliments when you finish a piece & he would literally be speechless if you show him all of your art pieces and drawings - "i love that one, ooh and that, and that! i love all of your drawings they are all incredible." AAA he would also love to learn how to draw with you, learning new techniques and styles (i feel like he would be a quick learner and you two would be such a cute duo).

✶ hobie brown :

would definitely say "paint me like one of your french girls!" while posing dramatically in front of you & would volunteer as a model for your art pieces.

towers over you while you draw and takes a peak at your sketchbook while saying something that'll 100% distract you and make you flustered - "that looks really good darling, how did i end up with such a talented girlfriend like you?". his apartment walls would be filled with your drawings because he just loves them so much.

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @steddiemicrofic November challenge.

There's Just One Who Could Make Me Stay

November Prompt: Guard | Word Count: 532 | Rating: T | CW: Language | Tags: Future Fic, Eddie Munson Lives, Returning Home, Reconnecting, Pre-Steddie

Steve stands along the baseline. The kids on the court look way younger than he remembers being at their age. Of course, he was fighting monsters, and that ages a man.

He's part of the old guard. 

Problem is, he still feels young. Forty-eight isn't old, but thirty years is a long time to be out of high school.

Tommy greeted him with excitement earlier. The jagged edges of their friendship smoothed over after years. King Steve resurrected, for one night only. Steve played along. He was happy to see him, but Steve definitely hasn't forgotten.

Lucas, Steve actually was happy to see. That championship will always be tainted, the last one Hawkins ever won. But Lucas deserved to be the master of ceremonies, the cutter of ribbons.

The new gym is dedicated, and it's weird to stand where the demolished old one stood, now long gone. Like so many things in Hawkins. It's not the town he grew up in, that's for damn sure. 

None of them stayed, they fled, one-by-one.

Outside, Steve sees his rental car tire is flat. The spare? Mostly flat. 

Goddamnit.

He digs in his wallet and finds his AAA card, and expects to be told that it'll be an hour or two. But there's surprisingly a local shop that covers AAA calls now, and they've dispatched them out.

Awesome. Steve hops up on the trunk of the car and watches the last of the crowd disperse. 

He hears the tow truck before he sees it. 

Sees the dark head of long hair fly upwards when the guy jumps out, both boots hitting the ground with a heavy thud. 

"Flat tire?" the guy hollers as he's pulling open the toolbox along the bed.

Steve stills.

"Eddie?"

And the head whips towards him, familiar, even if it's been nearly thirty years.

"Steve Harrington can't change a tire?" voice teasing, but delighted.

Steve laughs, crossing the distance.

"Spare is flat, too. How the hell are you? I didn't know you were back in town," Steve says, barreling forward, pulling Eddie off his feet.

It's been a long fucking time. 

"Yeah, enough of the old assholes have croaked that most of the townsfolk don't even remember my whole satanic murder spree," Eddie says dryly, hugging him back. "Wayne retired, and I moved home to keep him retired."

"You should have called. I'd have come to see you."

Helping pack Eddie up, only half-healed from his wounds, had been Steve's biggest what if in life. Eddie, the first to go.

Now, here he is.

Eddie smiles, face close, "I figured you had a whole life going."

"Divorced. Three times," Steve says, and Eddie laughs. There are wrinkles around his eyes, but he looks good. Really happy.

"Jesus Christ, Harrington. Don't you know the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over-and-over, expecting different results?"

"Yeah, yeah," Steve jaws back. And it's nice, the banter. He's missed it. 

They get down on the ground at the tire together. AAA might be paying Eddie to change it, but Steve can fucking help.

Tire changed, hands dirty, Steve looks at Eddie, "You wanna grab a beer? I'll buy."

"Hell yeah you will, Harrington."

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Dearly Departed pt 2

PT 1

Alastor x Toddler Daughter Reader (PLATONIC)

Summary: After Alastor was able to hold you again after being decades a part, you go along with sinners to the meeting with the seraphrims. However, the meeting does not go as planned and Alastor is forced to leave you behind in heaven. As Alastor is filled with rage he thinks back to the time when he first lost you.

More info: So sorry for the long wait. This has been in the making for a long time. My writer's block has been hitting really bad. There will be a part 3!

Warnings: death, cutting of limbs.

•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°.

As Charlie watches Alastor hold his daughter, there was a tap on her shoulder.

“Is…is that his kid?” Vaggie asked still in a bit of shock. Charlie was about to answer when Sera the Seraphim Angel quickly rushed Alastor taking away his daughter.

“PAPA!” You cry out, stretching your arms out to Alastor.

Sera held you protectively, while Alastor was visibly seething, “What are you doing?” The static in his voice rising as he watches you continue to cry.

“You all came here for a meeting, not to toy with the lives of our angels.”

Alastor took a step towards the seraphim, “I would watch what you say...” The antlers on his head begin to grow.

“But Y/n is his daughter Sera! He should be allowed to care for her here even if it’s just for a little while!” Emily the smaller seraphim said, taking Y/n out of Sera’s arms, turning towards Alastor to hand Y/n to him.

Sera sneers at him but it’s quickly wiped away as Emily turns back to her.

“Very well…we’ll take you to your resting area, our hotel…”

•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°.

Alastor has yet to let you go, holding you tighter as you all walk to Heavens Hotel. You babble about the new friends you made, the school you attend, the food you eat, anything and everything that comes to your mind.

“And-and then we went to the library for story time! They gots a radio here too! But the songs on there are always so loud!! And theres-Oh Papa look-look!!” You point up to the sky as there were birds of different colors flying by, “Its pretty isn’t it, Papa!?”

“Yes, darling it is…” Alastor nuzzles his head to yours while you giggle.

“This is where you will be staying for the time being.” Sera says to the trio while reaching her hands out to grab Y/n.

“Nu-uh!” You look away from her and nuzzle yourself further into Alastor.

“Its time to go back now Y/n.” Sera tells you sweetly.

“No! I wanna stay with papa!”

“She’ll simply stay with me for the time being! I am her father after all Ha-ha! Besides this is heaven I should be allowed a moment of peace here if I do say so myself!” Alastor says with a grin.

“That should be okay, right Sera?” Emily asks the seraphim excitedly. “We can show them around for the time being! Do you wanna show your papa around Y/n!?”

“Yes! Yes!”

“Then its settled! I’ll wait for you all downstairs!!” Emily squeals.

The little seraphim leaves with an excited wave while Sera stands there for a moment watching Alastor with a frown, then she leaves the room.

Theres a moment of silence that’s broken by Charlie, “Sooo this is your daughter Alastor!?” She faces you with a bright smile, you shyly look away.

“Yes, this here is my little darling, Y/n! Say hello to Charlie my dear!”

You look at the princess, “Hello!”

“SHES SO CUTE!! AAA!” Charlie practically yells out as she squishes your cheeks.

“Never expected you to actually have any kids...” Vaggie tells him.

“There are plenty of things that many do not know of me! I liked to keep it that way.” Alastor grins while handing you off to Charlie. “So! It seems like the tall one doesn’t quite like us….” He says as he walks towards the large windows.

Charlie lifts you up and down in the air, with you giggling as she does so.

“Well, we literally came up from hell…. and you… you definitely aren’t the best person to be talking.”

Alastor laughs, “Oh, how funny you are!”

“So, Y/n! How’s heaven?!” Charlie asks, setting you on her hip.

“Its great! And fun!” You say waving your arms, “They got a lot of things here! Even Museums and, and so much stuff!!” You giggle.

Alastor walks back over to Charlie so that he may be able to hold you again, and you immediately wrap your arms around him.

“Let’s go see the zoo Papa!! Can we go!?! Can we?!” You ask him while jumping slightly in his hold.

“A ZOO!?” Charlie yells out.

“Uh huh!!” You nod your head excitedly. “They gots lots of animals! You can even hold them!”

“Is that what you want to do darling?” Alastor says as he fixes your hair.

“Yes please!!”                                                      

“OMG Yes! Let’s go!” Charlie is extremely excited, “Vaggie do you wanna come with us?!”

Vaggie rubs the back of her head, “No I, uh, need a break, but hold a koala for me.”

“Can you imagine it an actual koala AHHH!”

“Are you excited papa!? Are you!?”

“Yes, yes darling lets head out now…” He kisses your forehead as Charlie runs happily past the both of you.

•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°.

The zoo was extremely large.

There were different animals, all kinds! Carnivores, herbivores and omnivores. The whole sha bang!

You pulled your Papa by his hand, tugging him along as you point to the different animals, telling him random facts you learned about them from school.

“Look, look Papa!” You turn towards him for a quick second then immediately turn back towards the giraffe, bouncing yourself on your feet.

“Yes, yes, quite tall, isn’t he?” Alastor has never felt more joy in his afterlife. His back is starting to hurt as he is bending down to be more at your level as you point to the many animals. He picks you up and puts you on his shoulders and you hold on to his head (antlers).

Charlie walks behind you both, talking to Emily, excitement in her tone. She takes a glance at Alastor seeing his usual terrifying grin soften.

“Theres even an aquarium and-” Emily stops talking seeing as Charlie is watching you and Alastor laughing.

 “When Y/n first got here all she did was cry… it was understandable most of the newcomers are scared especially children, but she mostly cried out for her papa.” Emily turns to look at you, “She calmed down once we found out she had a grandmother here…. still, it’s nice to see her happy.” Emily turns to Charlie, “If… if your hotel works… I may have an idea of my own...” She says smiling.

“What’s your idea?” Charlie asked, a bit intrigued.

“I think it would be good if the souls down below were able to see their loved ones from heaven. You know, if they can see the people they loved before they may want a chance to be redeemed!”

“That sounds….. AMAZING!” Charlie nods in agreement. “Just by seeing Alastor bond with his daughter….it could work.”

•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°.

The meeting did not go as planned.

Alastor still held you tightly as Charlie fell to her knees as she found out the one person she trusted most was an exorcist that killed her people.

Sera had decided that there was no proof that a sinner cannot be redeemed, a portal was then opened with a forceful wind that was pushing the trio backwards.

Alastor held you closer to his chest with you desperately trying to hold on to his coat.

“What the fuck do you think your doing?! Huh?!!” Adam cackled in front of Alastor. Adam ripped you from your fathers’ arms with you wailing and screaming.

“NO! NO!! PLEASE!!” You cry out throwing your arms out as Alastor tries to claw his way towards you, leaving indents on the floor.

“I don’t fucking think so!” Lute kicks Alastor in the face making him fall backwards even more towards the portal.

The pressure of the wind makes Alastor’s head fall down, he grits his teeth together as his smile grows, “Y̶͉̖̕͠o̵̩͙̊͠u̴͈̒'̴̧̦̕ṙ̴̖̬̀ę̸̇̑ ̶̧̼͛̎g̸̼͇̎ó̸̖̥̔ǐ̴̪͙̑ń̸͖g̶̱̔̾ ̵͖̀͝t̷̲͗ö̶̺̟́ ̵̰̉r̵̡̀ḙ̴̈́g̵̫͌r̵̳̗̾̅ę̴̂̿t̴͔́ ̸͈͋͗t̶̜̀h̴̞̃a̴͑̀ͅt̴̲̋̐.̴͙̍.̶̖̥̿͝.̷̤͓̈́”

Adam holds you in the air as you continue to cry out, “SHUT UP ALREADY!”

“PAPA!!”

“This fucker is your old man?! I suggest you say your fucking goodbyes now!” Adam throws you to Lute who catches you with ease, he kneels near Alastor, “You never going to see her again.” Adams laughs as Alastor summons his tentacles, but Adam just grins wildly, grabs Alastor by his collar and hurls him through the portal.

Alastor yells out your name, taking one last glance at your tearful sobbing face as you struggle to get out of Lute’s arms.

The portal closes.

 His dead heart aches once more as he falls to his knees, he covers his head with his arms as his forehead touches the hotel’s floor. Alastor’s breathe becomes uneven, he then teleports himself to his tower.

He is filled with nothing but rage….just like last time.

•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°.

PAST

After burying his little girl, Alastor became nothing more than an empty shell. Nothing brought joy to him anymore. No more radio shows. No more after-school meals. No more bedtime stories. No longer are you here smiling as he cooks.  No longer are you dancing on his shoes as music plays in the background as he twirls you around.

Alastor sits by your bedside rubbing his eyes as he takes off his glasses. He takes a look around your room, his gaze drops to a small glass deer that he bought you four months ago. Alastor grabs it and holds it tightly, he raises his hand to throw the figurine to the ground but stops himself and collapses to the floor.

The figurine lays on the ground, Alastor grabs his hair, pulling on it roughly.

“What do I do……?”

“What do I do?!!”

“WHAT DO I DO?”

Then it hits him.

All this anger, all this sadness.

He needs to put this to use.

•°. *࿐•°. *

A hearty laugh is heard from the back of Mimizy’s bar (The Hideaway).

“Oh! Holy fuck! Ha-Ha-ha!!!” The man slams his drink down, smacking his chest to calm himself.

Johnny continues to toy with his glass, moving it side to side, his eyes seemingly have no life in them.

“The hell’s wrong with you?” Daniel asks nudging Johnny with a push.

“I….I still feel sick…” Johnny starts to pull lightly on his hair, “She…she was just a kid..”

“Are you seriously still thinking about that?” Daniel chugs the rest of his beer down and takes out a cigar, lighting it.

“I can’t help it!” Johnny’s mind consumes with flashes of the little girl’s face, her screams of terror, the snap…... “I see her every time I try to close my eyes…”

“You should be happy! I ain’t never seen the boss so happy before!” Daniel laughs, “You deserve that money! This is why we’re out celebrating!”

“I don’t…. feel happy… I can’t feel happy…”

“Stop your bitching already!” Daniel blows out the smoke, “You got paid didn’t you!?”

Johnny shakes his head as he hears Daniel’s continued laughter.

What they both fail notice is the man near the bar, sipping his whiskey with a tight grip.

“Well, who gives a shit about that kid!? I’mma get another one of these!” Daniel says shoving the empty glass near Johnny’s face, he gets up and walks towards the bar standing near the man with the whiskey in his hand.

“Another one will ya pal!” Daniel slams his glass on the table.

The bartender looks at Daniel with disgust in his eyes, “Sorry pal, no can do, your over ya limit here… and you haven’t paid your tab in two weeks.”

Daniel groans and looks around, “You see the guy over there, that lonely fuck,” Daniel points to Johnny who has his head down on the table, “He’s buying for me so put it on his tab and give me another!”

The bartender sighs and pours the beer into the glass, Daniel walks away back to his seat slightly stumbling.

“Hey…”

The bartender turns towards the voice, he squints a little, “Alastor?” he whispers, “What are you doing here, I thought I sent you home hours ago!?”

“Keep sending that loon more beers, say its from an old pal…”

The bartender stares at Alastor for a moment, then sighs.

“You should go home, Al…”

Alastor shakes his head and takes a sip from his drink.

After several more drinks are sent over to Daniel, he finally decides it’s time to head home.

“Come on Johnny…” Daniel burps, “Lets go,”

Johnny has his head down on the table, he seems to be sleeping.

“Haaa fuck it, I’m heading out,” Daniel pats Johnny on his shoulder, “See ya tomorrow…” He stumbles out of his seat and heads to the door.

Alastor lets a couple minutes pass before he stands up, he takes a look over to the sleeping man on the table.

It would be easy to get rid of the sleeping one first, but….. he deserves the pain more…. It has been decided… the drunk will go first.

•°. *࿐•°. *

Alastor follows the drunk on foot, not too close but not too far.

The drunk man stumbles as he walks, he grabs on to a nearby wall, “Ah… shit.” The man spots an alley and walks into it. He stands near a dumpster and begins to throw up.

“Fuck….” He wipes his mouth with his sleeve, he tilts his upwards for a moment to look at the night sky.

That moment is cut short.

A wire is wrapped around the drunk’s neck.

He tries to rip the wire off of him.

Tries to claw his attacker but soon everything turns black.

•°. *࿐•°. *

Daniel slowly cracks his eyes open, he lets out a groan. He feels himself sweating and tries to pick up his arms to wipe the sweat off, but he finds that it is constrained.

“What the fuck is this!” He begins to raise his head but is forcefully pushed back down.

“Ah, ah, ah….stay still…” Alastor says rather calmly as he holds Daniel down by his hair.

“Who the fuck-” 

“Stay still pal!” Alastor grabs his knife and slams it near Daniel’s face.

“W-w-what do you want?! You want m-money? I can get you t-that!” Daniel stutters.

Alastor circles around the man on the table, “Money? You think this is about money?” Alastor’s grin twitches.

Daniel starts to tremble but gathers the courage to look at his kidnapper in the eyes, “Oh fuck.”

“Oh fuck, indeed….”

“W-what are you planning t-to do with m-me!” his body starts to shake uncontrollably.

“Why do you look so scared?” Alastor tilts his head.

“J-j-just let m-me go! PLEASE!” Daniel cries out.

Alastor clicks his tongue, “No… I don’t think I will….” He chuckles. Alastor slides the knife over Daniel’s face.

“Now, Danny boy! Care to tell me what my daughters last moments were…” His grin grows tighter.

Daniel huffs.

“Don’t go quiet on me now!” Alastor smacks the strapped man repeatedly. “SPEAK UP!”

Daniel starts to laugh, “Your brat….heh..heheh…hehe..HAHAHA!”

“You think this is a laughing matter?” Alastor walks around the table to Daniel’s right hand, “Tell me….” He places the knife on top of Daniel’s fingers, “do you feel this?” Alastor begins to slice off the man’s fingers off one by one.

Daniel cries.

“OKAY! PLEASE” Daniel sobs, “SHE CRIED!!”

Alastor moves on to the other hand and begins slicing.

“SHE WAS SO LOUD!”

Alastor puts his knife down and goes over to grab his hand saw, placing it on top on the man’s arm.

“Tell me more…” Alastor saws through the man’s arm, rather slowly.

“STOP!” Daniel’s begins to howl with fear.

Alastor grabs the knife that he put down, raises it and stabs the man’s right arm.

“I WANTED HER TO SHUT UP SO, I -I SMACKED HER BUT SHE STILL WOULDN’T SHUT UP!!”

Alastor moves on to the other arm and saws that one right off.

“You hit her to shut her up, you killed her for…..what?” Alastor stands behind Daniel’s head.

Daniel is still crying, his head starts to shake, “LET ME GO!”

“That’s not the answer I was looking for…” Using his knife, he points it to the man’s left eye. “I suggest you speak now.”

“I WANTED THE MONEY!! THE FUCKING MONEY! I KILLED YOUR LITTLE BITCH FOR MONEY!! YOU HEAR ME!! I WANTED THE MONEY!!”

Alastor jabs the knife into Daniels eye.

Daniel screams.

“Money…. FOR MONEY?! YOU KILLED MY DAUGHTER FOR MONEY!?” Alastor starts to laugh.

“THE B-BOSS WANTED Y-YOU TO PAY!” Daniel starts to uncontrollably sob, “SO WE KILLED THAT BITCH!!”

Alastor rips the knife out and stabs the other eye, he continues to stab over the man’s face.

Over and over and over again.

Alastor doesn’t know when the man let out his last breath, he could honestly care less.

•°. *࿐•°. *

Johnny is awoken by the bartender.

“Pal….hey pal! It’s closing time! Go home!”

Johnny rubs his eyes, “Huh? What?” He looks towards the clock behind the bar, “Where’s….where’s Danny?”

“Your friend left thirty minutes ago, hurry on out I have a family waiting for me!” The bartender helps Johnny up, “Don’t forget to pay your tab!”

“Oh…oh yeah….” Johnny reads the receipt and takes the money out of his wallet, handing it to the bartender. “Uh…goodnight, till next time pal…”

“Have a goodnight.” The bartender closes the door.

Johnny walks out the bar still feeling drowsy but his body is filled with emptiness.

Danny told him he shouldn’t care about the girl.

But now the money in his pocket felt heavy.

He wipes his eyes with his hands but immediately retracts them and stares holes into his palms. His hands are shaking.

Johnny puts his hands in pockets and feels the cash.

It burns him.

He crouches down on the sidewalk and covers his ears with his hands.

“I..I don’t want this…. I can’t live like this….” Johnny feels a lump in his throat.

The least he can do his give the money to him…. to the father….yeah….that can be a start…. it wouldn’t make up for what he did but, for now….. this is the least he can do.

Johnny gets up, wipes his tears and begins walking to the home of Mr. Hartfelt.

•°. *࿐•°. *

The porch light is on.

Johnny notes that the blinds are close, but the light insides are on. He feels nervous as he raises his hand to knock on the door.

Should he knock or should he just leave the money on the doorstep? Mr. Hartfelt wouldn’t want to see him…. he probably doesn’t even know what he did. He takes the money out of his pocket, crouches down and places the money on the door mat. Johnny walks down the steps but before he can make it to the last step the door opens.

“Who might you be?”

Johnny stills his back facing the voice behind him.

“Are you alright pal?” The voice sounds sincere.

Johnny slowly faces him, Mr. Hartfelt… father of the girl that he killed.

“I…” he coughs, “I… I just wanted….to give you…” Johnny runs a hand through his hair.

“Something the matter?”

Johnny shakes his head, “Uh… I…”

“Why don’t you come inside?” Mr. Hartfelt smiles warmly.

“What?”

“Come inside…” Mr. Hartfelt opens the door wider, “Its late and you can never be too careful especially since that butcher is around now…”

“Are you sure Mr. Hartfelt?”

Mr. Hartfelt laughs, “Please! Call me Alastor!”

Johnny nods and walks through the door.

“Now I was just about to eat dinner, care to join me?” Alastor leads Johhny to the dinning table.

“S-sure…” Johhny says as he looks around the room, he freezes once he spots a framed photo of a little girl.

Alastor notes this.

“Come now my friend take a seat!” Alastor pulls out the chair for Johnny.

Johnny takes a seat but holds a hand to his stomach.

Alastor stands by the stove stirring a pot, “So! Tell me about your day my friend!”

In front of Johhny is a glass deer, no….it’s a fawn. Its eyes are staring into him. He reaches over the table to grab it.

“It…it was alright.”

“Just alright?”

“Y-yeah… I haven’t really felt g-good for the past couple of days…”

“Oh?” Alastor places a bowl of jambalaya in front of Johnny, “how so?”

Johnny places the glass figurine next to him and picks up the spoon next to him. Wait… when did Mr. Hartfelt set the table?

“Are you going to eat too, Mr. Hartfelt?”

“Of course I am! I recently got my hands on this new meat…. I’ve been itching to try this out… and I thought I told you to call me Alastor! Aren’t we pals?!” Alastor grins as he sets his own bowl down and takes a seat in front of Johnny.

Alastor begins to eat his meal, Johnny takes this as a sign to begin as well.

“Wow… T-this is really good Mr.- oh I mean Alastor!” Johnny says as he takes spoonful after spoonful into his mouth.

“You think so?!” Alastor places his spoon down, claps his hands together, placing his chin on them. He reaches over the table and grabs the fawn, looking at it tenderly.

“Yes sir!” Johnny happily eats his meal. He looks down for a moment, there seems to be something a bit heavy at the bottom of his bowl. With his spoon he scoops it out…its…. a finger.

Johnny drops the spoon.

“Something the matter pal?” Alastor tilts his head.

Johnny takes a quick glance up at Alastor then looks down at the bowl. “I-I thought I s-saw something…” He stirs his spoon around the bowl.

“Oh?” Alastor stands up and walks slowly to the countertop.

“Y-yeah….” Johnny picks up the spoon and watches as the liquid falls down to the bowl.

“I don’t believe there’s anything wrong… it’s my own recipe.”

Johhny takes another spoonful and puts it in his mouth. “What kind of meat is this, Alastor?”

“Did you like it?” Alastor reaches for a knife.

“Yes, I don’t believe I’ve ever had this type of meat before. Is it venison?”

“Not quite.” He stands behind Johnny as the fool continues to eat his meal.

He picks up the bowl, placing the edge near his mouth and allows the liquid to flow into his mouth. Johnny places the bowl back down on the table.

“Thank you for the meal, sir.” He rubs his eyes, it suddenly hits him that he just ate a meal with the father of the dead girl…. the dead girl he killed. Johhny grabs his stomach as he groans.

“How’s Danny?”

“Huh?” Johnny turns around to see Alastor behind him

“How was Danny?”

“Danny?” Does Alastor know Daniel? How?

“He’s your pal, right?” Alastor grabs on to the chair. “How. Was. He? I tried to make sure there wasn’t any nerves for you, I prefer them myself, adds a bit of flavor.”

“…..What….?”

 Alastor bends himself slightly lower, “Go look….” He points to the pot on the stove. Alastor pulls the chair out for Johnny.

Johnny legs tremble as he puts one foot in front of the other as he makes his way to the stove. It like there’s quicksand beneath him.

Finally he stands in front of the pot, he looks back to see Alastor standing behind him once more.

Alastor nods his head towards the pot, Johnny listens.

He grabs the lid of the pot. His hand starts to shake but he rips the lid off oh so quickly. Yet just as quickly as he took it off, he drops it to the ground.

“Huh!? What!? What is this!!”

An eye is staring back at him, along with other pieces of …. meat… no…no…no, this can’t be.

“That’s n-not real!”

“Oh but it is! Come now, take a closer look!” He pushes Johnny closer to the pot. Alastor uses the ladle and stirs the pot. Once he does that, more pieces of “meat” come up.

“Oh, looky here!” A finger is brought to the surface. “I forgot to cut this one! Oh well!” Alastor grabs it and bites a part of it. “Would you like some leftovers?” He grins in Johnny’s face.

Johnny pushes himself away from Alastor, “What the fuck is this!?”

“Now, now! Guests aren’t supposed to be rude especially since I oh so gratefully let you in and cooked just for you!”

Johnny’s chest starts to heave up and down, “You…. what did you do?!!” He yells out.

“What did I do?” Alastor grin turns more sinister, “What did you do?”

Johnny meets Alastor’s eyes, “I….I…”

“You didn’t just walk up to my door for nothing did you? You didn’t drown yourself in sorrows at the Hideaway for nothing did you?”

A lump forms in Johnny’s throat. “I-I….”

“Go on… tell me what you did.” Alastor walks towards Johnny. “Tell me what you did to my little girl….”

Johnny finally meets Alastor’s eyes as the man towers over him.

“Speak.” His grip around the knife tightens.

“I killed her.” Johnny’s back hits the countertops.

“Tell me more.”

“W-we saw you drop the g-girl off at the school. I thought we were gonna go after y-you but Danny said no. We followed the kids into the woods and waited in the dark.”

Johhny takes a moment to breathe.

“We saw the girl come towards us, I d-don’t think she saw us. She-” His breath hitches, “She was reaching for a flower, I-I-I don’t remember what color it was, all I remember was Danny telling me to go.”

Alastor stays still.

“She started to scream and Danny smacked her, but she still kept screaming. He wanted to shut her up. S-s-so I grabbed her and threw her to the ground by her throat. S-she tried to scratch me but I still kept pushing down harder. And…and…and I pushed so hard. It was so hard. She was looking at me…. I was so scared…. I just kept pushing and pushing and pushing.”

 Alastor’s grip goes white.

“Then it finally snapped.”

Alastor punches Johnny and he falls to the floor.

Alastor straddles him and begins to throw punch after punch after punch.

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!”

Slam.

Slam.

Slam.

“YOU TOOK MY LIGHT! MY LIGHT!!!”

Alastor gets up puts the knife in his pocket and grabs Johnny and drags him through the house down to his basement.

“I-I’m sorry…. so sorry…sorry….sorry…sorry…sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” Alastor throws Johnny on the table.

“Sorry so sorry.” He shakes his head.

Alastor takes the knife out, “Do you understand what you did?”

“Yes….yes…yes…yes…sorry…sorry…sorry.”

“Tell me her name…”

“I….”

“Say it!”

“I DON’T KNOW!”

Alastor starts to laugh maniacally, “Are you fucking serious!”

“My daughter…. You didn’t even know her name!” Alastor stabs Johnny’s stomach.

Johnny screams.

Alastor leaves the knife there and moves close to Johnny’s ear.

“Y/n….her name was Y/n.” He moves back and rips the knife out of his stomach making Johnny yell.

“SAY IT! SAY HER NAME!!”

“Y/N!!” Johnny yells.

“Y/N I’M SORRY SO SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY!” Johnny cries out.

Alastor moves closer to his face, putting his hands on Johnny’s neck applying pressure.

“Is this what she felt?”

Alastor pushes his hands into Johnny’s neck, tightening his hold.

Tighter.

Tighter.

Tighter.

Then the snap.

•°. *࿐•°. *

PRESENT

No.

No, not this time.

They won’t take you from him, not when he just held you for the first time in decades. Not when you smiled so joyfully when you saw him. Not when you held on to him so tightly.

No.

He won’t give up.

He’ll get you back.

Whatever the cost.

This is not the end.

•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°.

I am so sorry for not updating a lot! My spring semester starts on Tuesday and I am a bit nervous. Writers block sucks!! The ending is a bit rushed I apologize for that but I will make up for it in part 3.

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Girlymatsu-san!!

Aaa I had sm fun drawing this and couldn't wait to post it!! I love girls

Some design notes for nerds under the read more!

Osoko

Her overall shape is mostly inspired by her hair shape, so lots of curves and circles

She was the easiet design for me to recreate in my style and I love her for that

I wanted to give each Girlymatsu a lil detail that nods back to the original Matsus (since Karako and Ichiko have pretty obvious ones) so I figured a lil red pin badge would suit Osoko's business suit, plus it brings a lil more red into her overall design

Looking at it now, I feel like i should have made her heels red

Karako

Mostly rectangular with pointy edges, she's a sporty gal so I wanted her to look like she had a bit more muscle on her (at least compared to the others)

Probably the 2nd hardest design to recreate in my style! I wanted her to look more top heavy; wider shoulders and bigger bust. Ended up looking at Danny Phantom, Clone High and Total Drama Island for references

I changed her jeans and heels to sweatpants and sneakers. I just felt like they didn't suit the overall sillhoutte

She's the second tallest of the group

Choroko

Her overall shape is a mix of straight lines and circles

I didn't really know how to shove a Matsu into her design. I thought about maybe stickers on her luggage bag or a pine on her fan but those aren't really part of Her, yknow? In the end I just decided that the lil parts in her hair formed the letter M and left it at that

Ichiko

Fell in love with an emo girl

Obviously her long hair takes up most of her sillhoutte. Very Stocking Anarchy reminiscent

Her hair covers one eye now, it just felt appropriate. Plus iirc in the anime she has a lil quirk of pulling her hair behind her ear

She is a classy lady so I gave her pearl accessories

Joan of Arc lookin forehead

Jysuhiko

Big hair was the focus

I had the most fun recreating her in my style! She's just so fun

Her bracelets and earring are Matsu coloured!!

You can't really tell here but I picture her being the tallest of the group

Todoko

Imma be real, I don't like Todomatsu and most things related to him, so I kinda halfassed Todoko's design

The hardest one for me to recreate by virtue of me not wantinf to spend too long on her

She is mostly circles, because circles are cute and that's like her whole thing I guess

Her skirt has 6 ruffles, that was the only Matsu motif I could give her

Sorry Todo enjoyers