#normally i would force it to happen again. do something to make it stronger. but im trying to go without it.

[squirmydonnie]

CW: unreality/ nudity/ self harm?.

[fixated-cookies]

im kinda thinkin about.... hypnosis and smilk.... smth abt the process specifically of taking over and invading your mind.. slowly giving into it even if youre resisting the effects its having on your mind, its inevitable that he'll win and you'll succumb to his control and influence over you... your mind may be foggy, but it's so perfectly empty and moldable now... what were you doing again? do you even care?

smth about being unable to look away from his eyes once he starts it; even if you look away, something will draw you back, and it gets stronger as it goes on... at first, you can physically turn away (though you'll get dragged back by some invisible force), but eventually you cant even rip your heard away from his gaze. smth about it being unable to be stopped by anyone other than himself once he starts it... no matter how far from you he is (as long as he's well... in sightline)

honestly you can like. think abt this in any context you want . i just.... really like the concept of hypnosis with him..... its captivating to me (hah) .... sorry for the essay in your inbox damn

Anon the reason why this was rotting in my askbox for so long was because I needed to give it justice hahaha, hypnosis is totally in character for someone like shadow milk cookie, and I love it.

WARNING- slight yandere, hypnosis

Hmm, I'm wondering how it would start, he would obviously make it a game, maybe a game of truth or dare, hm? Just a little bit of lollygagging to get rid of his boredom.

So, when he asked— “Truth or Dare?”—

You made the horrible mistake of choosing dare.

His grin widened, all teeth.“Ohhh, you’re feeling bold tonight! How delightful! Now, let’s see…” He tapped a finger against his chin, pretending to think. You should have been nervous. You should have backed out. But you didn’t.

I dare you… to look into my eyes and not look away.”

Simple, right?

You almost laughed. Thats its? Thats all?

"Ah-ah, don’t look so relieved~! There’s a catch, of course. You must hold my gaze until I say you can look away. Break eye contact, and you lose."

You scoffed. What was he playing at? You weren’t afraid of a staring contest. Getting into position you held yourself steady as he looked overly excited.

For a while, it felt like a normal challenge. You stared, he stared, and time stretched between you both. But then… something changed. The air felt thicker. Your body heavier. You blinked once. It felt like it took longer than it should have to open your eyes again. You swallowed. Something felt off.

Your limbs felt distant like you weren’t quite inside your body anymore. You tried to look away—But your head wouldn’t move. "I...I-" "Tsk, tsk… You’re not trying to look away, are you? Ohh, but I can see that dazed look in your eyes already… how precious!" He started to scoot closer. Not fast. Not abrupt. No, he took his time, savoring the way your body twitched ever so slightly. How your breath caught, your fingers tightening into trembling fists against the floor. Your head refused to move. Your body felt so distant, like a marionette with cut strings, a doll that could only watch as its puppeteer inched nearer.

Your vision wavered, the edges blurring as if reality itself was losing focus. His eyes were all you could see. How could this happen? you were so sure he didn't have...any malicious...intent—huh...? What was going on...?—No, you hadn’t! You had to resist, you had to—"Mmm, that’s a good look on you… so unfocused, so lost…" He suddenly interrupted your thoughts.

You blinked, but the action felt slow, heavy, like your body was moving through water. You knew—somewhere, deep down—that this was wrong. That you should snap out of it. But… that was so difficult. Thinking was… so hard. Your lips parted, but no words came out. Only a quiet, dazed sigh.

Shadow Milk Cookie smiled, only for it to falter as your eyesight ripped away from him violently, a frustrated groan escaping you as you squeezed your eyes shut out of defiance. "Oh? You still have some fight left in you?" His voice slithered through the air, a mocking lilt woven into his amusement. How predictable. How pathetic. Impossibly close now, his presence, looming, suffocating—but when his hands cupped your cheeks, you knew there was no escape. His palms were cool, but his grip was unyielding.

"Really now, I thought you were smarter than this." His thumbs trailed lower, brushing over your lips with featherlight strokes. "Oh, my dear, sweet fool…" His voice dipped into a breathy murmur, mismatched eyes drinking in every flicker of your resolve. "...I wonder... how long will that last?"

His grip on your cheeks tightened—just enough for his thumbs to press against your skin, coaxing you, urging you—until your lashes fluttered. A sliver of light slipped through.

And the moment your gaze met his—

The air in your lungs vanished. And oh, how he grinned.

"Mmm… there it is."

His voice was nothing but a purr, smooth and saccharine as he drank in your struggle. His grip softened, shifting to cradle your face so delicately—as if he hadn’t just crushed your resistance in the palm of his hand.

"Much easier when you don’t fight, isn’t it?"

His thumbs stroked your cheeks, his tone mocking, indulgent—but there was something darker beneath it. "Go on, little puppet…" His breath ghosted over your lips as his mismatched eyes pulled you deeper, deeper, deeper. "Be good for me, yeah?" He murmurs lowly Before you could even process it, his lips were on yours—slow, deliberate, consuming. A kiss meant to unravel, to claim. His fingers pressed gently into your skin, holding you there, grounding you— or perhaps, chaining you.

And when he finally pulled away, he didn’t need to command you to look at him this time.

Because you already were.

A single finger tapped lightly against your forehead as if to mock the emptiness settling in. His victory.

"See? Much better when you don’t think."

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you guys, rate my hypnosis writing I need it!! These ideas are just sooo juicy.

[mischiefmaker615]

Euphoria

Summary: You and Loki figure out how to put an end to his nightmares.

Rating: R

Requester: @BlueberryEnbyXo (AO3)

Your eyes finally opened once the bed seemed to bounce and shift for the hundredth time tonight. Loki wasn’t normally restless- you often thought it was unfair with his super-fast ability to fall asleep, when it took you practically forever. Tonight seemed different.. an occurrence that hasn’t happened in a long time and as soon as you heard the first, forced exhale, you immediately turned over and sat up.

Loki was laying on his back, the covers having shifted to his waist while his fists white knuckled the sheets. With the dim lighting that came through the space in your curtains, it illuminated his bare chest and it shone with sweat as well as his forehead. His eyes were closed yet his brows were furrowed, his expression obviously disturbed and stressed while he began to take deep, quick breaths.

You’ve seen him like this before..

You immediately scooted closer, staying sat up as you reached to gently rest a hand against his cheek, seeing how he flinched before he remained panting with his eyes closed. ‘’Loki..’’ you whispered, trying to remain quiet and gentle to help him ease out of his nightmare, but it seemed he was deeply into sleep to not be able to hear you.

‘’Loki..’’ you said a bit louder, your other hand resting on his cold shoulder, nudging him a bit to try to wake him while you kept your gaze on his face. ‘’Loki-‘’

Loki jolted upright, making you quickly lean back so he wouldn’t head butt you while he gasped, taking in deep breaths, his eyes stayed wide and staring straight ahead. Every muscle was tense and his hands had practically the jaws of life on the sheets below him. it only took a second before his eyes quickly turned to find you, instantly his shoulders slumping to see you were alright while you scooted closer on your knees to wrap your arms around his neck.

‘’it’s okay Loki.. it’s okay.. I’m here, I’m okay, your okay..’’ you whispered, knowing his eyes were closed to listen to your voice while your hand raised to gently stroke your hair. ‘’..was it the dreams again?”

Loki merely nodded; his breathing having calmed down to deep breaths yet his heart still raced. He finally shifted so he could wrap an arm around you, burying his face in your neck and inhaling, taking your scent as an extra calming method while he mumbled against your skin. ‘’we need to figure out something else..’’

‘’I thought the meds were helping, you haven’t had a nightmare since-‘’

‘’I’ve always kept having them darling, they merely lessen the intensity.’’ Loki shook his head and pulled away a little so he could look at you. ‘’my body is different from yours.. Midgardian medication only works for so long before it is overcome and useless to an Asgardian. We have much stronger substances but it is quite impossible to go there in my situation.’’ Loki sighed, his eyes moving off to study the crack in the drapes.

You bit your lip while you looked at his side profile, hands gliding down his arm and clutching his hand while you stayed at his side. ‘’what about-‘’

‘’I am not going to your mortal therapist Y/N.. I obviously make her uncomfortable for my past actions, it will take far longer to get on the right foot together than to find a coping method for my nightmares.’’ It was almost a joke, but he was right.

Sighing, you leaned your forehead against his shoulder, trying to think while he leaned back enough to rest his back against the headboard. What would Loki do if it was you in this situation? If caring for him was to mild, you needed something stronger.. something thoroughly distracting..

You didn’t quite know it yet until you felt your hand slowly began resting against his groin, rubbing against the fabric and the outline of his cock, making him raise a brow and look at you but didn’t look exactly disappointed. ‘’darling.. whatever you are playing at- I will never say no to.. but might I ask your intent in this? Besides the obvious..’’

You raised your head off his shoulder to smile at him a little, looking almost sheepish as you hoped this would work and you didn’t just make his recovering trauma state into an awkward one. ‘’I had a thought.. what’s one thing I do that instantly cuts off your train of thought or sentence?”

Loki couldn’t help but smirk, his cock twitching and growing by the second against your rubbings while he raised his eyes to think. ‘’you’ve flashed me a few times. Anytime we’re at the table, your hand tends to find a home here,’’ he nodded at his groin. ‘’you kiss me- anywhere, your smile when you get an idea, when you-‘’

‘’so your body responds, even against your mindset?” you asked, eyes lighting up with a growing idea, while he merely looks at you with growing confusion and growing.. you know.

‘’it acts as a switch. Its often stated by you Midgardians that men think with either one of two heads. Asgardians are no exception, males of any species seem to respond the same when it comes to.. sexual needs- gods darling.. what are you getting at?” his last sentence came into a shudder, losing his train of thought while you felt him now and again lift his hips up to seek more friction.

‘’well.. perhaps when you are having a nightmare.. we switch your mindset. Sex could pose as a perfect distraction- and even if it doesn’t, I’m sure you wouldn’t shoot down a convincing experiment.’’ You tease him, watching as he smirks at you to indicate you were right.

Even if it didn’t work, at least there was always sex in general. This time, you are to try it in attempt to forget about the pain.

‘’..alright darling, there is no harm in trying it.’’ Loki agreed, making you nod and before you could pull your hand away, his quickly pressed against yours to keep it there. ‘’but I propose we finish what you started.’’ He smirked and your thighs pressed together with the familiar throb between them.

‘’I’m not tired anymore anyway..’’

~

The next night you both carried on the same routine and laid down next to each other, attempting to fall asleep while Loki of course is knocked out as soon as his head hits the pillow. You supposed it was one of men’s superpowers you’d live to envy for the rest of your life while you squeezed your eyes shut and prayed for sleep to come. You supposed it did, before it was much darker lighting outside when you began to feel the bed shift and Loki’s breathing hitch.

As tired as you were, you knew you needed to try this experiment and admittedly, were eager to try it out. it hurt to see Loki in such a state so anything you could do to ease his pain, you’d gladly lose sleep over.

You debated on how you’d go about it, the both of you didn’t exactly get a chance to talk over specifics because the rest of the previous night ended up exhausting each other in thorough sex. After a shirt debate, you smiled a little to yourself and moved down under the covers.

You were grateful in was a big bed and you brushed your hair out of your face while the covers above you ran against the top of your head. Doing your best to be quiet and careful, you moved yourself between Loki’s legs that ironically were spread open in his current sleeping position and drew in a breath.

You weren’t sure if waking him up first should be a factor but you knew you had not much time to waste while you heard his hard breathing even from within the covers. Carefully pulling his cock out, you gave in a few strokes before you drew it into your mouth and began caressing it with your tongue.

Loki’s breathing had seemed to slow down, changing more into deep breaths than pants, which you thought was a good sign. Closing your eyes, you concentrated on what you were doing and you were sure he would draw your attention if necessary. The top sign that told you he was waking up, was the fact that his cock began to grow more into your mouth where you had to adjust so you could accommodate all of him.

Scooting more forward, your hand had to take over the rest in slow strokes while your mouth took in as much as you could to the back of your throat and dragged your tongue along the side. Now and again you would suck and pay more attention to the tip before you would continue to hollow your cheeks and bring him back into your throat.

The taste of him had you almost smile with his cock in your mouth, your thighs pressing together with the familiar throb between your legs while you began to bob your head.

The sound of his breathing seemed to return to normal but you began to hear his breath hitch and sometimes exhale quickly. Your body tensed, thinking perhaps this whole thing wasn’t working so you pulled your head up. Just as the tip was about ready to fall from your mouth, you felt a weight on top of your head and it pushed you back down, pushing more of his cock into your throat while you moaned.

‘’just like that darling.. just like that..’’ he breathed, breathy moans leaving his lips and you could only imagine what his beautiful face looked like while you let him push your head down after he let you raise it repeatedly.

‘’fuck..’’ he groaned while you felt him slightly raise his hips to meet your mouth, his movements getting quicker while you kept up with him and your hand took care of the rest of what you couldn’t fit.

You felt his fingers curl into the sheets on top of you, almost as if he were tangling them into your hair if the blanket hadn’t been between you both. You could tell he was getting close by the way his movements were getting desperate and you quickened your pace before you let him push you down and hold you there, feeling his hot ropes of cum shoot into the back of your throat in waves.

You hadn’t got a taste since he was so far down your throat and you relished in the sounds of him moaning and panting. When he came down from his high, you felt the weight on top of your head lighten and you slowly pulled him out of your mouth, drawing up his waistband once more before you peaked out from under the covers, resting your body on top of his.

Your chin rested on top of his chest while you smiled proudly at him, Loki instantly wrapped his arms around you while he grinned a sex drunk smile and leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead. ‘’the euphoria darling is making it hard to think of anything right now, I’d say this little experiment was a success.’’

Your body relaxed at the news, resting your head against his chest while you closed your eyes with a smile. ‘’it might be hard to fall back asleep with this good news washing over my brain.’’

‘’well then, I’d propose another experiment.’’ Loki smirked and you felt his hands slowly reach down your sides and grip the ends of your shirt.

You turned your face to look at him and even in the dark, caught that wicked grin of his when your body rose a bit at his new erection.

‘’how hard I could get you to fall asleep when I’ve made you utterly and thoroughly exhausted..’’

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[thollandsgirl2013]

Hi there Q, I was wondering if its ok if you could write a MCU Peter Parker x fem reader who has a fainting condition? As I have one and I don't see any around. I have one based on this prompt if you want to do it. LOVE YOUR WORK!

Peter had seen you faint enough times to recognize the signs immediately, and today, he noticed you growing paler with each passing minute. He stepped closer, his voice gentle yet filled with concern, “Y/N, please sit down.” But before he could reach you, your knees buckled, and you collapsed into his arms. “Not again,” he muttered under his breath, carefully lowering you to the couch as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. "I know you can't help it, but it still scares me every time," Peter confessed quietly, his fingers lingering on your hand as he watched over you, waiting for you to wake.

Thank you so much for requesting. I hope this fic brings you comfort and joy. Sending you lots of love! ♡

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𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → Fainting, lightheadedness, mild angst, comfort, fluff, worried! Peter, protective! Peter.

Summary → Peter catches you when you faint, comforting you despite his worries. He hates seeing you like this but always stays by your side.      

(gif not mine)

Peter had seen you faint enough times to recognize the signs immediately.

At first, it used to send him into a full-blown panic, his heart racing faster than it did during patrols. But over time, he had learned your tells—how your breathing would get uneven, how your skin would lose color, how you’d start swaying just the tiniest bit as if gravity had a stronger hold on you than anyone else.

And today? Today was one of those days.

Peter was perched on a kitchen stool, tapping away at his laptop while you moved around the kitchen, making lunch. The soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional clatter of utensils filled the air, a peaceful kind of background noise.

His focus was mostly on his assignment—until his enhanced hearing picked up something else.

Your heartbeat.

It wasn’t right. The rhythm stuttered, then picked up too fast before slowing again. His brows furrowed, and he looked up just in time to see you swaying slightly, your movements sluggish.

His stomach twisted.

“Babe,” he called, his voice gentle but urgent. “Please sit down.”

You turned toward him, blinking like you were trying to clear the fog in your mind, but before you could take a step, your knees buckled.

Peter moved instantly.

One second, you were standing, and the next, you were falling—but his arms were there before you even hit the ground.

“Not again,” he muttered under his breath, adjusting his grip as he carefully scooped you up. His heart was racing—probably faster than yours at this point—but he forced himself to stay calm. Panicking wouldn’t help.

He carried you to the couch and gently lowered you down, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

"I know you can't help it," Peter murmured, his voice soft but thick with concern, "but it still scares me every time."

His fingers lingered on yours, thumb rubbing slow, absentminded circles over your skin as he watched over you, waiting for you to wake up.

He hated this. Hated how helpless he felt in moments like these. He could fight villains, swing through the city, lift cars if he had to—but he couldn’t stop this from happening to you.

Minutes passed, and finally, a small groan left your lips. Your eyelids fluttered open, and the first thing you saw was Peter’s worried face hovering over you.

“There you are,” he exhaled, relief washing over his features.

You blinked a few times, gathering your bearings before offering a small, sheepish smile. “Hey.”

Peter huffed. “You really love scaring me, huh?”

You sighed, shifting slightly to sit up. “It’s fine, Pete. You know this happens.”

“That doesn’t mean I have to like it,” he grumbled, still not letting go of your hand.

You chuckled weakly. “You know it’s normal for me. I’ll be fine.”

“Normal?” Peter shot you an incredulous look. “Yeah, totally normal to just drop like a fainting goat at any given moment.”

You rolled your eyes. “Nice comparison.”

“I’m just saying,” he continued, voice laced with exasperation. “One of these days, I’m gonna start carrying around a mattress just in case. Or, better yet—bubble wrap. Yeah, I’ll wrap you up like a burrito so when you fall, you’ll just bounce.”

You snorted. “That’s dramatic, even for you.”

Peter crossed his arms, unimpressed. “Oh, I’m dramatic? Who’s the one constantly passing out like an old-timey damsel in distress?”

You smirked. “Are you gonna start calling me princess now?”

Peter groaned, tilting his head back. “My god.”

Despite his complaints, he still held onto your hand, rubbing slow circles against your palm with his thumb. The worried crease in his forehead hadn’t disappeared, and his knee bounced slightly—a telltale sign that he was still stressed.

Softening, you squeezed his fingers. “Peter, I really am okay. It happens all the time. You don’t have to worry so much.”

Peter’s jaw clenched. “Yeah, well, I do. Can’t help it. I hate seeing you like this.”

Your heart softened.

“I know,” you murmured, squeezing his hand again. “But I promise I’m okay.”

Peter didn’t look convinced. He hesitated, then leaned forward, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. “Just… humor me, okay? At least sit down if you start feeling weird.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “Yes, sir.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Unbelievable.”

You laughed, tugging him down so he was lying beside you on the couch, his arms still around you. He sighed but didn’t resist, holding you a little tighter, like he needed the reassurance that you were still here.

And for now, that was enough.

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[qierxing]

Farewell to Thee?

A/N: (checks last post time stamp) Oopsie. (drops this in front of yall like a bag of groceries and fades into the distance)

Yan! Twst Isekai AU

CW/TW: the Mouse is Real™, graphic descriptions of bodily fluids/injuries, assault and kidnapping Pt. 3 Oh Woe is Me... | Pt. 4

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“..llo?"

"Hello?" 

"Hellooo?”

Out of the wispy fog comes a familiar voice. It echoes on and on, fading into a whisper. The tenure worms into your brain as you struggle back into consciousness. And as your eyes open and focus, your brain finally recognizes who is calling out.

“...Mickey?” You respond quietly in disbelief. “Mickey!”

“[First]!” The reunion, however unexpected, is still relieving. You never thought you would be so happy to see the cartoony mouse again. But…

“It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other, huh?” He chirps, walking up to your side. “I’ve been trying all sorts of things to get here, even trying to change my pajamas before sleeping too, heh…”

“So…this is a dream?” You ask hesitantly. Mickey smiles up at you, unaware of your inner turmoil. 

“Must be! This is quite unexpected, I usually only see your head and shoulders, not your whole body.” 

That makes sense, in a way. Only white nothingness surrounds you. Although you two are striding forward in a sense of strolling, you can’t make heads or tails on whether you’re actually walking somewhere.

“Normally I’d ask to take your picture but I don’t have my special camera.” You wryly smile in response. Did you succeed with your plan? Interactions with Mickey was usually out of the player’s hands…did you force a connection when you caused a game over?

“That’s a right shame. I was so looking forward to it since you mentioned it last visit.” Mickey sighs with a playful pout. It then changes to something more somber as he gazes up at you.

“[First], I’m glad to have met you again, but be careful.” You stop in your tracks at the warning.

“I sensed some dark aura around you when we first met. It’s gotten even stronger this time.” Mickey explains, worried eyes examining you. “Please be careful.”

“Wh-what do you mean…?” Your mouth runs dry. Something prickles in the back of your head, and to your panic, the vision of Mickey starts fading away, images blurring. 

“M…time….up….watch…” his last words hover in the air as you frantically reach out to him.

“M-Mickey?!” You fumble around, trying to reach out to him, but come up with air. 

“Damn it!” You scream, impatient rage blinding your sight. 

Just when you’re so close to getting an answer out of this damn game! You just wanted to go home! Was that such a sin?

The prickling in your head grows stronger and you grow lightheaded, collapsing in on yourself. You look up to see a bright glowing menu.

[True Ending has not been unlocked]

>⬛⬛⬛⬛ Key has not been obtained. 

>Continue?

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Your cheeks feel sticky.

It feels so gross. The smell of iron and rust floods your nose and makes your eyes fly open. Your fingernails scrape the substance as you push yourself off the cold floor. When you hold it up to your bleary eyes, you can see blood and dirt flaking under your nails. Your entire front is also soaked in blood and saliva. The disgusting sight makes you cringe. 

The ground underneath your body shakes. You regard the pool of blood, tears, and snot underneath you with a gaze not fully aware. You’re… in Twisted Wonderland?

Screaming? There’s people yelling somewhere, and it’s making your head hurt. You groan, raising your dirtied hand to steady your forehead.

What happened���?

"Easy, Trickster." A warm voice envelopes your ear. Suddenly, the scent of mint and petrichor overtakes your senses. Verdant green eyes peer down at you with relief.

“R…Rook?” The voice that comes out of you doesn’t feel like you. Someone else speaking in your body, like a ventriloquist. “H-How…?”

“[First]!” Grim flings himself into your face, adding to the pool of snot and mucus. It’s okay though. You hug him tightly, curling in on yourself, trying to absorb the warmth Grim gives. 

The others come and swarm you; trying to check in on you, but you don’t respond to their numerous worried inquiries, drained of all your energy. Something catches your ear though.

“Oh, we were so worried! When Neige told us you got accidentally poisoned, we couldn’t take you to the infirmary right away–thank Seven Rook was there!” Kalim clasps your hands tenderly, not minding the gross slew of fluids getting on his hands. 

Poisoned? How was I poisoned…?

A knife sharp pain slices through your brain when you try to recall what happened. You were with Neige…and then? Everything after that was all coming out as static noise.

“Prefect.”

You know who it is without looking. What a sight. How could Vil Schoenheit look this disheveled? Blonde greasy hair that is out of place, skin hollowed and pale with scratches, and bloodshot lavender eyes. He looks worse than you on death’s door.

"Vil…?" You gaze at him with empty confusion, unsure of why your heart drops at the sight of him. "Did…did something happen?"

Vil's eyes narrow but then close in resignation. Epel takes over, eyes wide in earnest. "Vil had an overblot, so we had to wrangle him back to normal."

Overblot…right…that's what supposed to happen, right?

Why…was that supposed to happen?

"Forgive me, Trickster. If only I had reached there faster with Monsieur Al-Asim…" Rook hums, surprisingly sincere. "Roi du Poison's madness and obsession…even when he had overblotted…how wonderfully beautiful it all was. The ink swirling around him, his stature…"

You shiver as his gaze rakes into yours.

"But, mon amour, you must not do that again, oui?" He leans in, lips ghosting over your ear and your blood freezes. What does he…?

"What a fine mess this is. What are we going to do now?" Ace drawls, eyes scanning behind him. Your eyes follow where he's looking and wince at the now destroyed colosseum. Debris and rocks flung everywhere, banners ripped to shreds, and electronics fried beyond repair.

For some reason, you feel calm despite the scene before you. As if…

"Well, well, if this isn't a sight."

Malleus.

Nothing registers until his gaze falls on you, and you swear his eyes glow for a fraction of a second.

"What have we here?" The question echoes and everyone looks nervously around at each other. “I arrive early to find not a single person and a stage laid to waste.”

You can only muster a sheepish grin in response. That's right. Malleus could fix this all up in a flash, no problem.

“Hornton, thank goodness you’re here!” Dried blood cracks on the edges of your smiling lips. “We could really use some help-”

“HORNTON?” You wince at the cacophonous pitch of everyone yelling. Rook is tactful enough to shield your ears but it only did so much to keep your eardrums from ringing. While Grim realizes who Hornton is, everyone else is flustered, attempting to explain the weight of his identity to the two of you.

You don’t need it though. His magic is enough of a demonstration as he winds back time and repairs the stage in moments. With that, the NRC group’s spirit and morale is renewed and once again, they’re raring to prove themselves to RSA.

The only thing that didn’t change is you.

Malleus gingerly carries you in his arms while Grim worriedly looks up at you. While they were reluctant to continue without you, even they were not foolish enough to let you go without urgent medical treatment.

You managed to stay conscious long enough to hear Malleus talking with the school medics and Grim muttering about stones before the dull ache in your throat and stomach forced you into an uneasy slumber.

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The vestiges of a strange dream about mice and keys linger in your mind as you blink away the sleep in your eyes. 

Evening has fallen, the only light coming from the dim lanterns the office has set up for patients. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you can make out silhouettes of curtains and several items on the table near you. 

Snacks from Ace and Deuce, herbal medicine from Vil, and colorful flowers by Kalim (you’re sure Jamil was the reason why it was not mountains of flower bouquets). The gestures are enough to make you weakly smile before it drops into a frown.

You turn to scan the room, and find no signs of life.

Did Grim leave?

An uneasiness begins to settle in your chest and you try to quash it. Maybe he just went to use the bathroom. Or if the staff made him leave, maybe he returned to Ramshackle. Anxiety begins to creep through your mind as the seconds tick by on the clock above the doorway. 

 Screw it.

You slip off the duvet covers and although the feeling of cold tiles on your bare feet is almost enough to make you give up, you push through and leave the room in the direction of Ramshackle. 

Soon, the familiar sight of the Seven’s statues come into the horizon and cobblestones turn into granite tiles underneath your feet. Something makes you pause, however. Like a feeling of deja vu, you wonder why you feel like you’ve been in this situation before.

A growl shakes through the underbrush and you whirl to see the devil tips of a tail thrashing through leaves. Your heart jumps to your throat.

Grim!

The next thing you see is glowing blue eyes and a mouth full of sharp teeth and dripping black saliva. You stumble back partially in disgust at the sight and partially from fear. What happened to your friend?! 

“Grrr…mine…you can’t…” His words are hardly decipherable, making you furrow your eyebrows in concern.

“Grim!” 

He’s already descended into a rabid, feral monster. Your calls only anger him, and his eyes thin into needle thin slits. He bares his teeth again and you steel yourself. 

Letting out a guttural roar, he pounces and you narrowly dodge and avoid getting shredded by jagged claws. 

You will not lose your friend here. You can’t. Not when–

A fleeting vision flashed in your mind: pitch black ink surrounding your feet, before finally flowing away and hardening into a condensed mass. Your head immediately is wracked in red hot spasms, causing you to keel over in pain. What is…

Unfortunately, this leaves you open to Grim’s next strike, and his attack throws both of you off balance. The impact sends you into the grass and it’s only when your back hits a tree trunk that you shriek out loud. Your fragile medical gown is torn through by his claws, leaving bloody gashes upon your midsection. 

The excruciating pain is enough for feverish tears to run down your cheeks and your vision to start blurring as Grim growls again, no doubt readying to finish what he started.

“G-Grim…” 

Your vision darkens, and your world goes silent.

–

A heart wrenching scream rouses you awake.

“[FIRST]!!”

The sound of whistling wind blows in your ears and instinctively you shiver. As your eyes blearily crack open, a gray figure comes into focus.

Grim is hunched over you, shaking your body with tears in his eyes. The both of you seem to be…flying? What?

“Subject F and Y secured. Waiting for other units’ reports.” A cold robotic voice drones above you. You force your head up and see a tall robot donning armor and wielding a formidable looking oar like weapon. As your eyes adjusted against the strong breeze, you realized you and Grim were trapped in a steel cage. 

In the distance, your ears faintly pick up explosions and deep rumbling. 

“[FIRST]?!”

Both you and Grim turn to see Ace and Deuce gaping up at you from the forest floor below. You open your mouth, but your voice doesn’t come out. 

“All targets have been secured. All units fall back and return.”

“No!” Grim yowls. “My henchman, they’re hurt! Someone, help–!!” 

But his screeching goes unheeded by your stoney captors. And although you swear you hear familiar voices calling back, the robots are undeterred and whisk you both away easily. 

The last thing you see is the shattered ruins of a barrier and a school left in burned pieces.

[xjulixred45x]

I know this is a random request but if it's okay could I please ask for a yandere Poseidon where he kidnaps her yes but he gets an odd response out of her instead of being afraid of being

kidnapped she simply says why do you want me I don't see a reason to and the reason she responds this way is because she does not know why he wants her in the first place

and she knows fighting back or even trying to get away from him is simply not an option since

he is a God and she's maybe not human anymore( her character lore explains this) but she knows in terms of power he is stronger while she is weaker so her only main priority is to survive

I think i could make a Drabble out of this! Maybe a continuation of the previous work of Poseidon? Maybe an in-between?

Yandere! Poseidón x Kianna! Reader: Welcome Home.

Everything was…quiet. And that was the most worrying thing of all.

Poseidon had long been bothered by these feelings, feelings that should be reserved for lower beings like HUMANS, not higher beings like the gods. However, no matter what he did, that feeling only festered, grew, and formed roots inside his head. He was going crazy.

His brothers always told him that his short temper would stop once he found a partner, a wife who would keep him in line and calm these violent needs. However, this now seemed more like an illusion shattered, since since he had met her, not only were his violent impulses still in place, but they had only been redirected to other beings, victims of his possessiveness.

Poseidon knew this was inevitable, so maybe it was time to bring Reader right where she belonged...and that's what he did.

He was expecting the predictable, since humans tend to be very attached to the surface and the places in which they were born, no matter how ridiculous it may be, so he expected protests, fighting, screaming, crying. Not that it was something that mattered, it would be a momentary annoyance until he finally had the reader within his reach, that was what mattered.

However, when the KIDDNAPING-escort was executed, reader did not even make a sound…

Not even when they finally arrived at Poseidon's palace. She just stared at him, with those big, bright eyes. Like an animal staring at a predator.

Normally, Poseidon would have liked this, however, in this situation it felt...odd. As if the human was planning something, there was no way she would take this situation as if it were nothing. Ironically, it was her calmness with the situation that disturbed him.

And so the days passed, Poseidon had brought home his new...acquisition. Although of course, he made her stay in her chambers, thinking that if he left her in an even more secluded space, the mask of tranquility would break and reveal her true intentions, but nothing happened, other than being "greatly bored" (according to the mortal's own words, according to servitude).

Okay, that was enough. If she wasn't going to tell him directly what was on her mind, he would make her tell him.

Poseidon made a beeline for his supposed lover's chambers, opened the door without being careful to do so stealthily, and headed towards where she was, looking out through one of the windows.

She noticed his presence immediately and for the first time since she arrived she showed another emotion other than boredom or apathy, it was surprise, again.

That expression became more accentuated when Poseidon grabbed her arm, making her stand up. He looked into her eyes, and blurted out the question he had had all these days.

- “Why are you acting so strange? What are you up to, woman?”-

Reader didn't even know what to answer to that, she tried to think of something, but Poseidon cut her train of thought off again with another question.

- “You can't leave this place, you understand? Your life with those garbage is over, don't get your hopes up about returning to humans, you don't even belong to them anymore” - while he said this, he grabbed her face with his other hand, forcing her to look at him closely.

- “you. belong. to me” -

Reader shouldn't feel good knowing this. She knew it.

She should be terrified, feel betrayed, sad, her life has ended at the whim of this god.

But…

-“….why do you loves me? Want me?…of all beings…What reason is behind it?”

Reader knew that trying to flee from Poseidon of all the gods was useless, and at the same time it was not that she was interested in returning to the people of the temple where they mistreated and exploited her, but she needed to know, she needed to know that Poseidon was not going to be worse. It wasn't just a matter of saving her life, it was a matter of staying alive.

She could feel how, for a second, Poseidon's grip tightened painfully, but it was followed by an almost unknown softness. Poseidon could be gentle, but those were such rare occasions… especially the one they were in now.

Reader stared at the floor for a few seconds, scared to think that she had offended her beloved god, that this could be the last havoc. But she raised her head quickly when clearly hear laughter. A laugh from Poseidon.

Reader felt like she had to pinch herself to believe what she was seeing, Poseidon had not only laughed, but was now smiling. It wasn't a normal or small smile, like the ones she had had the privilege of seeing from him before, it was a smile from ear to ear. And he almost seemed…satisfied, even touched.

- “Mortals are so stupid.”- he said while pinching her cheek, it was as if a child had said a childish nonsense, something completely incorrect.

- “What makes you think I need a reason to love you?”

That single question, that single question completely destroyed the reader's reasoning. Of course, we're talking about Poseidon after all. Why would he need a reason to do things? She had seen him do much worse simply because yes, this wasn't even the worst. And yet it felt so…good to know.

- “a god does not need a reason. I only love you, want YOU, that's the only thing that matters. Don't fill your head with meaningless questions” – he grabbed her face again, more gently, so that she could look him in the eyes.

He seemed almost...proud of her, that she understood her place, that she was willing to be with him, of her DEVOTION for him, that her only doubt was regarding something so mundane was almost something to laugh at, but in a way, charming.

He leaned down to press his forehead to hers, simply glad to finally have satisfactory answers, but even more so, glad that he had finally brought her home after all.

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Birthday wishes 4

Y/N found herself in an elegant dress—one that had been sent to her by Soobin herself. Of course. This was Soobin’s way of making sure Y/N showed up. Typical.

Letting out a sigh, Y/N checked her phone. A new text from Soobin popped up.

Soobin: A driver is coming to pick you up. Be ready. No excuse little sis😉

Y/N narrowed her eyes. A driver?

The sound of a car honking outside made her turn toward the window. She wasn’t even surprised when she saw who stepped out.

Jeonghan.

Dressed in a sleek black suit, his signature smirk was already in place as he leaned against the car, arms crossed. "Well, my partner for tonight, are you ready?" he asked dramatically, giving her a playful bow.

Y/N exhaled, shaking her head with a chuckle.

"Yes, I do indeed."

Jeonghan grinned and opened the car door for her, extending his hand. With an amused sigh, Y/N placed her hand in his, letting him guide her into the car.

…….......................................................................

Inside the Car

The steady hum of the engine filled the car as they drove through the city. The lights outside flickered past, casting a soft glow over Y/N’s face. She sat quietly, staring out the window, lost in thought.

Jeonghan glanced at her, tapping his fingers lightly against the steering wheel.

“You’re unusually quiet,” he remarked. “What, nervous about the party?”

Y/N let out a small chuckle. “Why would I be? It’s just Soobin’s birthday.”

Jeonghan smirked, keeping his eyes on the road. “True, but you know how Soobin is. She made sure everyone was coming tonight, which meant the whole friend group, their friends, and their friends’ friends will be there. And who knows? Maybe you’ll finally find yourself a date.”

Y/N shook her head, amused. “That sounds like something she’d do.”

Jeonghan stole another glance at her, then casually added, “By the way, about that little scene on campus… The one where you spilled tea all over Mingyu?”

At the mention of his name, Y/N’s breath hitched slightly, but she quickly composed herself.

“What about it?” she asked, keeping her voice neutral.

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow. “I just found it interesting. You seemed… shaken up.”

Y/N forced a small laugh. “Well, anyone would be embarrassed if they bumped into someone and ruined their shirt in front of a crowd.”

Jeonghan hummed in response, as if considering her words. “I guess. But the way he looked at you… and the way you looked at him—” he trailed off, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Y/N turned to him with a teasing smile. "Jeonghan-ssi, did you forget that you were the one I had a crush on?"

Jeonghan chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "Had? So, not anymore?"

Y/N smirked but didn’t answer, turning her gaze back to the window.

Jeonghan leaned back against his seat, his expression thoughtful. "I’m just saying, I’ve known Mingyu for years, and he’s never reacted like that to a stranger before."

Y/N looked away, gripping the fabric of her dress slightly.

He wasn’t wrong. Mingyu’s reaction that day had been anything but normal. But what Jeonghan didn’t know—what he couldn’t know—was that Mingyu wasn’t looking at a stranger. He was looking at her.

After a moment of silence, Y/N spoke softly.

"Jeonghan."

"Hmm?" He responded just as softly, his gaze still on the road.

She turned to him with a small smile, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "If anything happens to him… will you take care of him?"

Her sudden seriousness made Jeonghan glance at her, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. "Mingyu?"

Y/N nodded.

Jeonghan let out a small laugh, trying to shake off the odd feeling creeping in. "You’re oddly invested in a guy you just met."

Y/N shrugged, forcing a playful tone. "Well, he does look like a big clutz. I wouldn’t be surprised if he bumped into someone else again."

She turned back to the window, watching as the city lights blurred past.

Jeonghan stole another glance at her, the uneasy feeling in his chest growing stronger. Something about her felt… off.

Without thinking, the words slipped out. "my ex-crush, you seem weird tonight did my sister plan anything weird?"

Y/N smiled softly but didn’t answer.

She just kept looking out the window—because if she met his gaze, he might see the truth.

That this wasn’t just a party. This wasn’t just a night out. This was her last chance.

————————————-

During the Party

Everything unfolded just as Y/N remembered from Soobin’s birthday party—the crowded venue, the lively chatter, and the infectious laughter of guests enjoying themselves. Despite the festivities, she was acutely aware of a certain pair of eyes fixed on her.

Mingyu.

Throughout the night, he barely paid attention to the people around him, his focus solely on her. In the present, rejecting attention from other women had been effortless—one glance at his engagement ring was enough to turn them away. But now, back in the past, stripped of that small but significant symbol, he felt lost.

His gaze lingered on Y/N as she laughed alongside Jeonghan, a familiar sight that sparked an unwelcome surge of jealousy. And when Mingyu was jealous, he pouted.

He couldn’t be mad at his Hyung. And he certainly couldn’t blame Y/N for having had a crush on Jeonghan.

He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Guess I’m back in this game again. Good thing I have the cheat sheet this time."

thank god, the lights dimmed, signalling the highlight of the evening, making everyone focus on the main character for tonight. Soobin took the stage, radiating joy as she addressed the guests. The birthday cake was brought out, and the crowd erupted into a cheerful chorus of the birthday song.

Mingyu’s mind, however, was elsewhere.

He remembered this moment vividly. This was when Y/N had started feeling uncomfortable—the crowd around the stage had grown too overwhelming, so she had quietly slipped away to the backyard, where a cozy seating area offered some relief.

And he also knew that Jeonghan would follow her.

Sure enough, just as he predicted, Y/N began to make her way outside. Mingyu shifted his gaze back to the stage and spotted Jeonghan descending, his strides purposeful as he weaved through the guests—undoubtedly heading in her direction.

Mingyu clenched his jaw. Not this time.

Without hesitation, he grabbed a glass of wine from a passing waiter’s tray, seamlessly blending into the crowd. Timing his steps carefully, he maneuvered toward Jeonghan’s path, feigning casualness.

Then��

Crash.

The collision was perfectly executed. Wine splashed onto Jeonghan’s suit, and the older man staggered back slightly, blinking in surprise.

"Ah, hyung! I'm so sorry!" Mingyu gasped, feigning innocence as he quickly grabbed a napkin. "Didn’t see you there!"

Jeonghan sighed, looking down at the stain. "Aish, Mingyu, really? Of all times?"

Mingyu forced a sheepish grin, inwardly satisfied as he stole a quick glance toward the backyard.

Y/N was already gone.

"Come on, let me help you clean up," Mingyu offered, draping an arm around Jeonghan's shoulder, effectively stalling him from going after her.

Tonight, he wouldn’t let history repeat itself.

————————————

As the evening progressed, the atmosphere softened. The lively music faded into something slower, more intimate. The guests around them shifted, some pairing off naturally, while others cheered and encouraged their friends to take the dance floor. The dim lighting cast a warm glow, adding to the romantic ambiance.

Y/N stood at the edge of the room, watching as couples swayed to the gentle rhythm. She hadn’t planned on dancing. She wasn’t sure if she even should. But before she could turn away, a familiar voice spoke behind her.

"May I have this dance?"

She looked up, heart skipping a beat. Mingyu stood before her, hand extended, an unreadable expression on his face.

Y/N hesitated. For a moment, she considered saying no. But then… wasn’t this her last chance? Her last chance to be this close to him—to share something just for the two of them?

"I thought you were mad at me," Y/N said softly.

Mingyu froze for a moment, the memory of that night flashing in his mind—the night he stormed out of the house, frustration clouding his judgment, leaving behind nothing but aching regret.

His chest tightened.

"How could I ever be mad at you, love?" His voice was gentle, filled with unspoken emotions. "It was my fault all along bolting out without warning… will you Forgive this fool?" His gaze softened, hope flickering in his eyes.

Y/N stared at him, feeling the weight of his words. It wasn’t just about the spilled drink—it was about something much bigger, somehow whe felt relieved hearing that.

She let out a quiet chuckle, her heart swelling with a mix of warmth and sorrow.

With a deep breath, she reached for his hand, fingers lacing through his.

Mingyu led her to the dance floor, one hand gently resting on her waist while the other held hers firmly. The touch sent a familiar warmth through her, and for a fleeting second, she let herself sink into the moment.

The music wrapped around them, soft and slow, guiding their movements.

Mingyu studied her face as they swayed, his eyes tracing over her delicate features, the way her lashes fluttered against her cheeks, the way her lips parted as if she had something to say but held back.

And then—

"I missed you," she whispered.

Mingyu froze.

His grip on her hand tightened ever so slightly as a shiver ran down his spine. His breath hitched, and his body tensed, 

She wasn’t even looking at him. Her eyes seemed distant, unfocused—lost in something beyond the moment, beyond him.

‘I must be hallucinating,’ Mingyu told himself, trying to shake the strange feeling creeping into his chest.

Mingyu swallowed, his pulse pounding in his ears.

Why… why did that feel so real?

He searched her expression, but she only smiled—a sad, knowing kind of smile.

“Mingyu shii…”

Mingyu hummed in response, waiting for her to continue.

At that moment, it felt as if the entire world had faded away. The music, the chatter, the movement of people around them—all of it blurred into the background. It was just the two of them, locked in a slow dance that felt timeless.

“If you had a wish that could come true instantly, what would you wish for?” she asked softly.

Mingyu felt something lodge in his throat. His grip on her hand tightened as a wave of emotions surged through him. He wanted to answer, but the words felt too heavy, too raw.

“I—” he hesitated, swallowing the lump forming in his throat. “I want to fix what I did wrong.”

She smiled, but it was laced with sadness. “You did something wrong?”

Mingyu dropped his gaze, shame washing over him like a tidal wave. He felt like he was being stripped bare, as if she could see right through him. This conversation—it wasn’t just between their past selves.

No.

It was between them. The real them.

The couple who had loved so deeply, only for fate to cruelly rip them apart. The couple who should have been happy, yet found themselves here—back in time, dancing on the edge of something fleeting, something neither of them fully understood.

Mingyu clenched his jaw. If this was really his second chance—no, not even that. If this was his last chance…

Then he wasn’t going to waste it.

“Yes… yes, I did,” Mingyu said firmly, his voice unwavering despite the storm brewing inside him.

Y/N’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, and before they knew it, their movements had stilled, leaving them standing in the middle of the dance floor, locked in the weight of unspoken emotions.

“I did terrible things,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “Things she didn’t deserve. It was my fault—I couldn’t see clearly because of what I was going through. I was immature, selfish. I mixed everything up until she—” His breath hitched, a sharp sob escaping his lips. “She took the bullet, and I was the one who pulled the trigger.”

Y/N felt her heart shatter at his words.

“I want to ask for forgiveness,” Mingyu continued, his voice raw with guilt. “And if I ever make her cry because of my stupidity again… maybe I’m not good for her. Maybe she deserves better. and if I'm out of the picture, I wish for her to have a better day, better week, better future” His shoulders trembled as the weight of his regrets crashed down on him. He was sobbing now, completely vulnerable before her.

Y/N couldn’t hold back any longer. She reached up and cupped his face in both hands, her thumbs gently wiping away his tears.

She wanted to tell him.

there is no better thing than being with you, I love you wholeheartedly, Mingyu-yah. No matter how many mistakes you make, no matter how much you stumble, I will always love you.

But the words never came.

They were stuck in her throat, tangled with the painful truth of their reality.

Instead, she forced a soft smile, her voice trembling as she whispered,

“Make a wish, my love.”

-------------🕰---------------- almost there, guys, the ending but not that ending...gosh, I cried part 1, part 2, part 3, part 5

[silver-the-pendejo]

How about apologizing before they pass out with Hyrule? Congratulations on 100!

Tyy :D, hee pspspsp have ur food

Held Together

Hyrule (Linked Universe) x Reader Hurt/Comfort Warnings: Passing out Reader is Gender Neutral Words:992

You had been feeling awful since morning. A deep, bone-weary exhaustion had settled into your limbs, your head ached with every movement, and your body felt sluggish, heavy—like you were dragging yourself through water with every step. But there was no time for that. The group had to keep moving and you couldn’t let something as trivial as feeling sick slow you down.

So, you pushed forward.

It wasn’t easy. Every breath felt shallow, your chest tightening in a way that made it hard to focus. Your vision blurred at the edges, and every time you moved, the world tilted ever so slightly. But you forced yourself to act normal, to keep up, to pretend that nothing was wrong.

You weren’t sure how well you were pulling it off. Hyrule had been watching you carefully since morning, his brows furrowing every time you stumbled or swayed too much. He was the healer—of course he noticed. But each time he opened his mouth to say something, you smiled at him, gave a quick reassurance, and kept moving.

You could handle this. You had to.

The day dragged on, and so did you. You barely touched your food at dinner, the thought of eating making your stomach twist uncomfortably. Your hands shook when you held your cup, but you willed yourself to stay steady. You could do this.

But Hyrule wasn’t fooled.

“You’re not eating,” he murmured, watching you carefully.

“I’m just not hungry,” you lied, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

He frowned. “You look exhausted. Have you been feeling alright?”

“I’m fine.” The words came automatically, even as your hands trembled around the cup.

He didn’t look convinced, but before he could press further, the others started talking again, and the moment passed. You let out a slow breath, trying to ignore the way your head was spinning.

But you weren’t fine. And it wasn’t long before your body made that painfully clear.

It happened too fast. One moment, you were standing, trying to help clean up after dinner, and the next, the world swayed violently beneath you. Your vision tunneled, your breath caught, and suddenly, the strength in your legs just—vanished.

You barely had time to register what was happening before your legs gave up.

There was a sharp gasp, but it sounded far away, muffled. Arms caught you before you could hit the ground, warmth surrounding you as your body gave out completely. You slumped against a firm chest, unable to hold yourself up anymore.

“Hey—hey! Stay with me!” Hyrule’s voice was urgent, filled with a kind of panic you’d rarely heard from him before. His grip was firm, holding you as though afraid you’d disappear if he let go.

You tried to respond, tried to tell him you were okay, but your lips felt numb, your body heavy. Everything was slipping.

“I—I’m sorry,” you mumbled weakly, the words barely making it past your lips. You didn’t even know why you were apologizing. Maybe for making him worry. Maybe for collapsing like this, for not being stronger.

“Why are you apologizing?” His voice cracked, and his grip on you tightened. “You should have told me you weren’t feeling well—dammit, don’t do this!”

You tried to respond, tried to tell him you were okay, but your lips felt numb, your body heavy. Everything was slipping.

You wanted to tell him it wasn’t that bad, that you could’ve handled it, but your body was betraying you. Your head rolled against his shoulder, and the exhaustion that had been clawing at you all day finally dragged you down.

“I didn’t… want to be a burden,” you admitted, barely above a whisper. “Didn’t want to slow anyone down.”

Hyrule sucked in a sharp breath. “Burden? Is that what you think?” There was an edge of something—hurt, frustration, maybe both—in his voice. “You’re not a burden. You would never be.”

His hand pressed against your forehead, and even in your fading awareness, you could feel how cool his touch was against your burning skin.

“Dammit, you have a fever,” he muttered, panic lacing his voice now. “You should’ve told me—you should’ve let me help you.”

But it was too late for that now. The world was slipping further away, the edges of your vision darkening. Your body wasn’t responding anymore, sinking into his hold as everything blurred together.

“Please,” Hyrule whispered, his voice softer now, more desperate. “Stay with me.”

You wanted to. You really did. But the last thing you felt was the warmth of his arms around you, the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath you—before the darkness swallowed you whole.

When you woke up, everything was hazy. Your body ached, but it felt lighter somehow, as though some of the unbearable weight had been lifted.

The first thing you noticed was warmth. Strong arms wrapped securely around you, keeping you close. The sound of slow, steady breathing filled the quiet space around you.

Hyrule.

You blinked groggily, your head resting against his chest. You could feel his hand against your back, keeping you close, his other arm curled protectively around you.

“You’re awake.” His voice was thick with exhaustion, but relief was clear in his tone. He shifted just enough to look down at you, his brows still furrowed with worry.

You swallowed, your throat dry. “How long…?”

“Too long.” He sighed, his grip on you tightening slightly, as if making sure you were really here. “You scared me.”

Guilt twisted in your stomach. “I’m sorry—”

“No.” He cut you off immediately, his expression soft but firm. “No more apologies. You’re not a burden, and you never have to pretend you’re fine when you’re not. You have us. You have me.”

You wanted to argue, to tell him you hadn’t meant to make him worry, but the exhaustion was still there, and his arms were so warm, so steady.

So, instead, you let yourself relax against him, just this once.

And when his hold on you tightened just a little more, you knew—he wasn’t letting go anytime soon.

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[im-ovulating]

I've been seeing in influx of people saying this shit again, so… rant time!

Jacob wasn't attracted to the egg inside of Bella and, subsequently shouldn't have also been attracted to Edward's glittery swimmers.

Reasoning?

How about because Smeyer herself has denied that claim, first and foremost.

But let's say she didn't:

The imprinting happens between the shifter and a person… An egg isn't a person. A sperm isn't a person. A zygote isn't a person. An embryo isn't a person. And, finally, a fetus isn't a person. Only the fully developed baby is a person. Therefore, nothing happening in Bella's womb or ovaries (and certainly not in Edward's ballsack) has anything to with Jacob liking Bella.

Jacob was in love with Bella way before he even shifted, too.

Take it up with biology.

Next order of buisness:

JACOB NEVER WANTED TO BE TIED TO THE DEMON CHILD!!

His direct line of thinking was, "I'm gonna kill that freaky thing because it killed the woman I love -> oh shit, my entire being is being stripped away, and my own feelings and thoughts are being rewritten against my own wishes -> God damn it, now i can't even force myself to hold onto my hatred for this thing because I just became its emotional (and physical) slave." He lost his free will in that moment, unable to control his own thoughts and feelings. Here's an excerpt:

"The murderer stared past Rosalie's shoulder at me, its gaze more focused than any newborn creature's gaze should be.

Warm brown eyes, the color of milk chocolate the exact same color that Bella's had been.

My shaking jerked to a stop; heat flooded through me, stronger than before, but it was a new kind of heat-not a burning.

It was a glowing.

Everything inside me came undone as I stared at the tiny porcelain face of the half-vampire, half-human baby. All the lines that held me to my life were sliced apart in swift cuts, like clipping the strings to a bunch of balloons. Everything that made me who I was - my love for the dead girl upstairs, my love for my father, my loyalty to my new pack, the love for my other brothers, my hatred for my enemies, my home, my name, my self - disconnected from me in that second -snip, snip, snip- and floated up into space." -Breaking Dawn, Chapter 18, page 306-307.

'Everything that made me who I was disconnected from me in that second and floated up into space.'

That is not something Jacob ever wanted. In fact, throughout the series, he doesn't hide that he hates the idea of imprinting... he lost his free will when he was forced to join the pack when he shifted (bc out of all the places in the world, the Cullens had to set up shop right where they knew their presence would cause a problem), so what makes you guys think that him hating his autonomy being compromised would suddenly go away when he was made to imprint on the thing that killed his childhood friend and love?

Even the official guide talks about how imprinting is completely out of the wolves' control.

"If the werewolf does imprint, he is forever changed. From the second he sees the object of his imprinting, he will do anything to please and protect her. All other commitments in his life become secondary, even his commitment to the pack." -The Twilight Saga The Official Illustrated Guide, page 310.

Also from the guide: "Once a werewolf transforms, his aging speeds up until he reaches the age of maturity, roughly twenty-five. At this point, as long as he continues to phase, he remains at that age. It's possible that a werewolf could choose to live this way forever and enjoy the same limited immortality as a vampire, but most Quileute werewolves give up phasing in order to grow old and die alongside their family and friends. Once a werewolf gives up phasing altogether, he slowly begins to age again until his aging reaches the normal human speed." -page 308

The wolves never age so long as they keep shifting... Renanameme is already clingy and possessive of Jacob. She's never going to let him stop phasing because she's going to want him around forever. So now, not only is he stuck with the creature that killed (yes, 'killed,' because vampires are dead) his love, but he is stuck living amongst the very creatures he was created to fight and kill. Forced to inhale their sickly sweet "almost rotten" scent for eternity as his baser instincts scream at him to eliminate them the way he was born to.

One last thing: Jacob never asked Edward if he should call him "Dad". That was a change they made for the movie. Originally, there was never a line even *close* to that in the books...

Okay... I could keep going, but I'm not sure anyone even read this far, so: rant over...

I'm just so sick of the Jacob slander coming from people who have either never fucking read the books or read them so long ago that they don't remember the integral parts of the thoughts and feelings of these characters.

Jacob is the victim here, not the perpetrator.

[zayne-li]

Cross posted on AO3, may be edited in the future, it was written very shortly after the game actually came out.

Explicit, MDNI.

Zayne gets injured, MC saves him, and Zayne has very normal feelings about it.

Feelings like: femdom, etc.

"Zayne! Zayne! Can you hear me? Come on, get up, you have to get up, we need to go now!"

The world is fuzzy at the edges, and there's a tinny sort of ringing in his ears, but he hears his hunters voice. She's upset. Why?

Arms stronger than they should be tug at the lapels of his white doctors coat, dragging him up off the concrete, and he blinks hard several times. His head is swimming. 

Zayne groans, deep and low as his awareness slowly returns, able to blearily look around and recall that right, yes, we were at my favorite sweets shop... And then...

"I know it hurts, Zayne, but I really, really need you to get up right now." That's her voice again, and then he can see her. Right in front of him, holding him halfway off the ground. There's blood smeared across her lips, cheek, and eye, and her hair is ashy with dust, no hint of the real color underneath it all. 

It occurs to him that it's concerning he can't recall what exactly has happened. Was it Wanderers? Some sort of accident? A weak cough escapes him as his shoes scrape across the loose pebbles on the road. 

Everything hurts. Like one giant bruise all over his body. But he is slowly regaining his senses. He does have at least that.

All around them is destruction: rubble and dust and shouts for loved ones piercing through the fog. The air smells and tastes metallic as his hunter helps him up onto shaky feet, hoisting one of his arms over her shoulder and wrapping the other around his middle.

"Can you walk? We need to get you to Akso now."

Her pupils are blown, and eyes wild. It's a look he hasn't seen on her before. Despite the pain and danger they are in, there is something about her in this very moment(maybe the blood, the adrenaline, this demeanor he's never seen before) that makes his gut clench.

Ought to dissect that later, he thinks. Then again, perhaps not.

"Akso?" His voice is rough, throat sticky with dust.

"Yes, you broke at least two of your ribs in that explosion, you need medical care, do you understand?" 

His eyes drop down to hers, and he realizes just how much they are touching in this moment. All the way from their feet to her head, becoming a long line of heat down the right side of his body.

What timing, Doctor Li.

"I understand." He confirms to her, and plants his gaze firmly ahead of them, forcing his attention onto the task at hand rather than the way that look in her eyes makes him feel.

--

Weeks later he is still recalling that day, though who can blame him, confined to bed rest as he is? Three broken ribs and a full month of leave from the hospital, it's difficult to find ways to entertain himself. 

Zayne closes his eyes and he sees her covered in sweat, that single minded determination carving deep lines into her face. If she'd had to, she would have dragged his limp body to the doors of the hospital. It was a look that told him, "I'm not losing you too. Not today." It was that look that had given him the strength to keep putting one foot in front of the other. 

It aroused him deep in his gut, somewhere he hadn't even known existed. 

It was disturbing, in more ways than one. 

He'd begun to have dreams. 

Dreams of her coming home to his apartment, the door closing with more force than necessary, her dirty boots crossing through the kitchen with purpose. And when she found that purpose, she would have that same look on her face. In some of the dreams she'd still have blood on her face, and she'd lick the droplets away, just as she did while she labored to save his life that day. 

She would grab him by the knot of his tie, stifling his surprise with a bruising kiss, plundering his mouth like a woman starved, using her unexpected strength to push him back against the wall, to cover him with her smaller frame. He would moan into her throat and her lips would curve into a smile against his. 

One night, he wakes around four in the morning after dreaming of his hunters battle lust and he finds himself in an uncomfortable, sticky mess.

Zayne knows he loves her. He has since he was a boy, that has never changed, but through the years, his crush has waxed and waned, but remained fundamentally childlike. It hasn't been until they reconnected this past year that he'd even begun to let his thoughts drift to more unsavory places. And now... Well he determines that this new... Discovery of his remain well and firmly hidden. 

Her presence in his life is too precious to waste with his depraved imagination. 

After all, while he's been bored and cooped up in his apartment, with strict instructions from every person in his life to "Sit and rest, for once!" She has been visiting him almost daily. Usually not for long, as her own work keeps her extraordinarily busy(he supposes he's never noticed just how hard and much she works before, because he himself is often entrenched in his own), but always with an easy smile and some sort of treat for him. Chocolate, or cookies, one afternoon a little fruit tart from a vendor she passed on her way to see him.

Most of the time, it is no challenge for him to recognize that her friendship is far, far too valuable to risk losing. 

Today, she knocks on his door, and when he opens it, he almost forgets. 

She's a mess. 

There's a fairly large, but shallow cut across most of her face, from her cheek down to her chin, her hair is pulled up haphazardly, the leather glove she normally wears is missing, and her clothes, though neat, have small tears across one of her knees, and her shoulder. 

Zayne swallows before he greets her. 

"Difficult day?" 

She exhales a chuckle. "Just a long one, sorry. I was going to go home to clean up, but by then it would have been pretty late, and I was already nearby when I finished, so I thought I'd just uh... Drop in." 

She's sheepish, rubbing the back of her neck with one hand, and Zayne forces himself to look away, making eye contact with the corner of the wall instead. There's a chip in the paint. 

"Really, you needn't trouble yourself on my behalf, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. You require rest as well as I." 

What would it feel like, right now, to have her press up against him? Warm. Solid, he thinks. Would she grab him by his jaw? Turn his face this way and that? 

He imagines how she would taste. Salty and metallic, he thinks, especially now. His hunter, shoving him onto his back in his bed, she would be impatient, barely taking the time to undo their pants before sheathing herself on his cock, using her palms on his chest for leverage to fuck herself as she pleased. 

"Yeah, well then we might as well rest together, huh?"

She pulls him from his depraved thoughts.

Zayne realizes that the heat between his legs, if not controlled soon, will become a much larger problem(no pun intended).

"You have quite the knack for turning phrases, you know." His tone stays even, and he turns away, inviting her inside without another word, his excuse being the television in his living room that needs muting. 

"And you never have this much time off. It's kinda fun, really." 

He hears the click of the door shutting, and the turn of the lock. 

"I brought you something, too."

Thud on the kitchen counter. Whatever it is, it sounds hefty. While he pretends to look for his remote, he adjusts himself in his pants, burning with shame for this predicament. 

"What is it this time?" 

"Brownies! Salted caramel flavored. They're my favorite."

She appears quite suddenly in the corner of his vision, and he jumps, feeling his face grow hot. 

"Thoughtful as always." He smiles, and hits the mute button on another story of wanderer attacks. 

His hunter frowns, leaning her body around to get a good look at him. 

"Something's wrong. What's wrong?" Her tone leaves no room for arguments, and Zayne's eyes go a bit wide just for a moment. 

"What makes you think anything is wrong? Other than my broken ribs?" He doesn't realize it, but he imitates her in the way he tilts his head. The mirth in her eyes makes his chest ache. 

"You're blushing, Doctor Zayne." Her tongue pokes out from between her teeth with her smile. 

"Perhaps I'm coming down with a fever." He counters. 

She squints, but moves away, rolling not just her eyes, but her whole head. "Oooh-kay. Then perhaps I should leave, huh? Keep you from spreading your virus all over Linkon?" 

His mouth opens, but he has no immediate response. 

"Uh-huh." She oozes with smugness. 

God he wants her. Whether in his dreams, or right now, either will do. He's wanted her for so long. And now she's so close. Zayne feels his entire chest go tight with longing. He wants everything with her. For her. 

He wants her to be with him always. If he could put a tiny little hunter in his pocket and keep her there he would, just so he could pull her out when he likes to soothe the ache in his soul that she both creates and fills in equal measure.

He wants her just like this, messy and stinking of rain and sweat and blood, he wants her sweetness, her humor, her easy charisma.

And God he wants her to claim him. He wants the battle lust, her fingernails deep in his scalp, the stinging on his back. He wants her to take whatever she likes from him, his body, his soul, his everything. 

"I wasn't blushing. You are mistaken." Somehow he keeps his voice even and calm, though inside he fights to keep from pouncing on her. 

Down, boy.

Recognition flashes across her face. 

And then a flurry of emotions he has trouble naming. Confusion, shock, and something else he can't define, but it reminds him of the day they were in that explosion, and she became someone he didn't know. 

His hunter steps forward, further into his space, and on instinct, Zayne steps back, his swallow loud in the quiet apartment. 

She must see something on his face. Fear, he thinks. And her expression of bewilderment changes as her gaze flickers rapidly across his features, first his eyes, his mouth, the bob in his throat, the fist clenched at his side, and then back to his mouth.

Her movements are slow as she takes another step forward, as if she's afraid to spook him, like one would a wild animal. She grabs the front of his shirt, and he swallows back a whine. 

His hunter sees this too.

"Why haven't you said anything?" 

"You frighten me sometimes."

Do I, Doctor Zayne?" Her eyes are dark, and she pulls him down to her, tilting her head just so, and holds him a hairsbreadth away from her lips.

He can taste her breath. It makes his knees weak. God, if you are there, don't wake me from this dream.

[spnjediavenger]

I Need My Brother (Chapter 7)

Title: I Need My Brother (Chapter 7)

Type: multi-chapter; matt murdock x sister!reader, foggy x teen!reader (platonic!)

Warnings: canon-typical Daredevil situations/injuries, blood, angst, like…one swear word

POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNINGS: none

Spoilers: S2 SPOILERS

Notes: this one’s a little choppy but bear with me

As always, love and/or constructive/friendly criticism is welcome and encouraged!

Word count: 1138

Need to catch up? 

(Chp 1) (Chp 2) (Chp 3) (Chp 4) (Chp 4.5) (Chp 5) (Chp 6)

No…no no no no no no no! It happened again…I can’t believe it happened again…Y/n’s gonna hate me…Matt thought as he woke up. He struggled against the chains that held him captive, ignoring the Punisher greeting him. He had to get out of this. He had to let Y/n know he was ok. He at least hoped Foggy would know something convincing to tell her…and that he would be convincing saying it.

This can’t be happening again. Why is it happening again?! Foggy thought as he ran his hands through his hair after seeing Matt had vanished along with the Punisher. 

He had to call Y/n.

No. Wait. He couldn’t. She would freak out…but he told Matt he wouldn’t lie to Y/n for him anymore…but she would freak out. 

He paced the rooftop for a moment, weighing his options. He at least didn’t have to call her right away…she had to know Matt was out. So if he called now she would get suspicious, right? He nodded to himself and headed back to Karen to try and figure out the situation with their client. He’d talk with Y/n later.

“Foggy? What are you doing here?” Y/n said to the lawyer as she opened the door.

“I was just heading back from work and figured, ‘Hey, I’m in the area, let’s see what Y/n’s up to.’ I mean, when was the last time we had a one-on-one chill sesh, huh?” Foggy put on his best smile and forced his voice to be as normal as possible over his nerves. Y/n ushered him in and closed the door.

“When Matt was dying,” she deadpanned. “What’s going on, Foggy? What happened?” she questioned him, turning defensive.

“Why do you have to assume something happened? Can’t a guy hang out with his favorite teenage non-relative?” he said, throwing his hands up, smile faltering the tiniest bit.

Y/n crossed her arms. “Foggy, stop. I know something has been going on. I know Matt didn’t just have a ‘long night’ the other night. He emptied all the painkillers in the apartment. And even if he was tired after his night, he still would’ve called me himself unless he was hurt badly. And yeah, we haven’t hung out in awhile - ‘cause, again, the last time was when Matt was on death’s door and you stayed to comfort me so that question just proves that something is wrong. I don’t know why everyone is lying to me but that needs to stop now.”

Foggy was speechless as he looked at Y/n. All her points were valid; and he didn’t want to have to lie to her anyway. He closed his eyes and sighed. He opened them again and nodded towards the living room. “Let’s sit down, ok? I don’t want to lie to you; I never did.”

Matt paused outside his apartment door.

Two heartbeats, one stronger and steadier than the other. The second was a little fast. Anxious. Foggy was there with Y/n. And she was upset.

Matt decided to bite the bullet and go inside, ignoring his sore muscles. He closed the door, carrying his mask in one hand, and turned around only to be met by a smack in the face he didn’t expect.

“I hope that makes your probable concussion send ringing to your ears, you bastard!” Y/n yelled, emotion making her voice thick. She had hot, angry tears running down her face already.

Matt did indeed get a ringing through his ears, making him blink hard and pant a bit.

“Why are you even here?! You don’t look like you’re dying yet - that’s usually when you let someone know what’s going on because you can’t hide it anymore! Or maybe getting shot in the head rewired your brain enough to open up to people sooner!”

“Y/n, please-”

“No! I’m not done! Do you have any idea how Foggy and I felt the whole night waiting for you to come home or call one of us?! How worried we were because you vanished with some rampaging lunatic?! Do you know how I felt learning that you guys have been lying to me for days now because you’re not man enough to own up to the fact that you’ve been reckless again?! That you’ve broken your promise again?! I’m sick of it! I’m sick of it, Matt!” 

Y/n went to run out but Matt grabbed her arm. “Y/n, please listen to me-”

“LET GO!” she shrieked, looking at him with fire in her eyes. Both men in the room stared at her in shock. Matt didn’t release her but his grip slacked when she yelled. Y/n ripped her arm from his grasp and ran out of the apartment, slamming the door behind her.

“Fog, can you-”

“Just shut up, Matt,” Foggy said, exasperated, having already stood to go after Y/n. He brushed past his friend and slammed the door upon his exit as Y/n has done moments before. 

Foggy caught up to Y/n and offered for her to go to his place and then stay the night, to which she agreed. Foggy texted Matt letting him know then shut his phone off for the remainder of the night. He didn’t want to hear from Matt. And he wanted to try and help Y/n relax without having to worry about her brother hounding her with excuses and fake apologies.

Later that night after having spent the day together, Y/n and Foggy were sitting on his living room couch watching Star Wars. Y/n leaned into Foggy’s side as he had an arm around her shoulders, a blanket over both their laps. While she wasn’t as upbeat and bubbly as she normally was watching her favorite movie, Foggy could tell she was definitely calmed down from earlier.

Y/n grew tired and rested her head on Foggy’s shoulder, cuddling into him a little more. Said man couldn’t help but smile. He rested his head against hers as they focused on the TV. 

“Foggy?”

“Yeah, kiddo?”

“Thank you for letting me stay tonight.”

Foggy was silent for a moment. “I know I’m not your brother…he should be the one doing this with you…”

“It doesn’t matter. You are. And that’s enough. You’re always here for me when he isn’t…If that’s not a brother then I don’t know what is.”

Foggy smiled a bit and hugged her into his side. “And I always will be here for you. No matter what.”

Y/n’s eyes began drooping. But she had one more thing to say before she let sleep take her. “Love you, Foggy.”

Foggy used his free hand to wipe his eyes so he didn’t cry on the girl against him. “I love you, too, kiddo.”

(Chapter 8) ->

Taglist @babybeeelle

[mushies-stories]

involuntary experiment

Jonathan Crane X F!Reader

Summary: Scarecrow uses a new toxin on himself and the reader, a hero who decided to seek him out alone this time in hope of bringing him down. this is literrlly porn and some plot aha

Wanrings: SMUT 18+, no use of Y/N, dubcon, Drugged, Dom/sub dynamic if you squint, multiple orgasms, dacryphilia, pnv, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral(Mreceiving), fingering(Freceiving) pet names, over stimulation, No use of Y/N, over all soft Crane? Squirting, mild science experimentation, claiming? Kinda… I think that's it XD

word count: 4564

You had been after Scarecrow for a while now but his dumb little henchmen always seem to buy him just enough time to pull some kind of toxin out, forcing you to retreat or suffer in fear. So you figured this time you would catch him off guard, you knew who he really was and his face wasn't a secret unlike yours. 

Follow him after his deal with some other low life, remember that low life, then follow him back to whatever hole he thrived in. easy.

It really was easy. You followed him down to the basement of some abandoned building on the out-skirts of gotham. You waited silently as he unlocked the rusty metal door and slid it open then made your move. In an instant you were kicking him into the room that turned out to be a basic lab. You thought the kick would have knocked him on his ass, instead he stumbled a little and dropped his briefcase but managed to collect himself rather quickly. Quick enough that when you went to attack again he was swinging his body around and stopping your arm from hurling your fist into his jaw. 

You were stunned for a moment, surprised that he was even able to block you. His henchmen normally did the heavy lifting. His free hand was reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling something out. Shoving him you freed your arm and backed up. You stayed alert just in case but you knew he wouldn't hit himself with his own toxin. His mask was in the briefcase across the room. 

You eyes him as he pulled the canister out, he stared back with a tight smirk. “Oh, you decided to give me a house visit? How special.” He snorted. The liquid in the canister wasn't normal, this one was a pale pink. 

“Well I figured it was time to put an end to your madness, Dr. Johnathan Cran.” you said and shrugged. 

His smirk grew. “That so? Growing tired of chasing me then?” He took a step closer and straightened up in defense. “You know, I was waiting for an opportunity to try this new toxin out.” he said, shaking the canister with another step and taking his glasses off in the process, placing them in his jacket pocket. 

You stepped back, wanting to keep space between you. “That so? How are you gonna do that without your mask?” you said, glancing at the case that sat on the ground between you both. “Because I can bet I'll get to you before you make it to that mask.” you stated, ready for him to make a move.

A low chuckle left the man. His piercing eyes staring into you with no regard to your threat. “See, the thing is.” he began, taking another step. “I don't want the mask this time. I've seen this on people alone, how they suffer alone in their cells at arkham. I want to see what happens when two people are under the influence together.” he said, undoing the cap and tossing the smoking can between you. 

Smoke filled the room immediately and during the coughing fit the smoke caused, you watched him. He was clearly affected by the smoke, coughing along with you but stayed perfectly skill in place. You weren't sure why he wasn't making a move.  “What is this?” you choked out. 

You both slowly composed yourself as the smoke settled and fresh air became available. “It’s an aphrodisiac, laced with a little truth serum.” he said, a grin growing on his face as your eyes winded at his words. “The more sexual desire creeps in, the stronger the effect.” Jonathan said factually.

You shook your head in disbelief. “That's insane.” you said quietly.

He stood straight, cocky. “Perhaps. But tell me this, have you ever thought about how id fuck you? Late at night have you ever thought about how well my cock would stuff your pussy?” His words were sudden, lewd and they had an instant reaction on your body. 

You shook the feeling of heat on your face away. “What are you talking about?”

He chuckles and steps closer, leaving only a couple feet of space left. “Does your pussy ache at the thought of me fucking you?” he stepped closer when you didnt flinch back and then closed the gap when you only continued to stare at him in disbelief. The toxin was making you more compliant, more willing to let him be closer to you. A hand came to cup your cheek, the skin there felt like it was on fire from the contact. “Tell me, how do you feel?” his head tilted with an almost knowing grin as he looked down at you. 

You blinked slowly, your brain starting to fog up. You wanted to fight back, say something to wipe the smirk off his face but those thoughts swirled with the ones just like he was saying. You had the occasional thought about him, knowing what he looks like helps. It was a few times and everytime you felt disgusted by it, he was a deranged madman who drugged people. You looked up at him with pleading eyes, wanting nothing more than to hide as you felt your body tip more into desire for the criminal in front of you. 

“Well? Speak up. Is your pussy getting wet for me right now? Feeling hotter and needier, need me to fuck you all better?” he asked softly, almost caring while his thumb stroked your cheek. 

A small whimper escaped past your lips. Every word he spoke awoken a new spark in your brain that killed off all logic and left only a scorching burn of desire between your legs. You nodded slowly. “Y-yes.” you whispered, eyes barely keeping focused on his own that watched you with eyes that must look similar to your own, blown out and full of growing lust. 

“Good girl.” He cooed. Stepping away he dropped his hand from your face and nodded once. “Undress, and don't forget to take the mask off.” He ordered. 

You hesitated a moment, you started with your shoes but your hands froze before they could move to your shirt. feeling embarrassed now at the order as your brain attempts to wrap itself around what's happening. But he was watching you so intently and the gleam in his eyes was enough to push your brain to move your hands to the button and zipper of your pants and undo them. You slowly slid them down along with your belt and tools with shaky hands and kicked them aside. Then you went for the shirt and tossed them in the forming pile next to you. “Dr. Crane… my head feels…” you tried to express how you felt as your body and mind gave further in, the hesitation leaving you as you exposed yourself to him, now taking your bra off and sliding your panties down and subconsciously rubbing your thighs together. 

He smirks at how you now called him by his title “Oh sweet girl, I know.” his hand came back to cradle your cheek, this time thumbing the hem of your mask. “Why don't you take this off as well, clear your head up a bit.” His smile could have been mistaken for sincere. He slid the mask over your head and his smile grew when he saw your full face. “Well, I've been missing out huh?” 

Before you could even register just how exposed you were, his lips were on yours. The kiss wasn't harsh but it wasn't gentle, it was needy and hungry. His hands found your hips and pulled you flush against him. You clutched the front of his suit jacket as his lips worked against your own and you could feel just how hard he was with his bulge tightly pressed between your bodies. You couldn't help the small gasp you let out that became an invitation for Jonathan's skilled tongue to work its way into your mouth to further the pleasure. Even a kiss was making your sex pulse. You peered over at the canister at your feet but before those thoughts of the toxic’s involvement could form in your head you were swept away by Jonathan biting your lower lip. All desire to fight was lost and replaced by the need for Johnathan to fuck you untill your pussy was ruined. 

When you pulled away with shaky breaths Johnathan didn’t look as composed as he had before. It looked like the aphrodisiac was finally taking its full effect on him as well. He brought both hands up to cup your cheek, forcing you to look up at him. “I want to feel these lips, pretty girl, can you do that?” he asked. You nodded and he let you sink down to your knees. You wasted no time undoing his belt and pants, pulling them down enough to let his cock spring free before you. You couldn't help but rub your thighs together at the sight. You took him in your hands and pumped a few times, causing the man above you to let out a few shaky breaths. Pre cum adorned his cock head and was slowly dripping down his length. “Like it sweet girl?” he asked, looking down at your blown out eyes. 

You nodded and leaned in to lick a fat strip along his cock before slipping your lips around the leaky tip and sucking it like a lollipop. I deep groan rumbled through Johnathan. “Been wanting to taste your cock.” you confessed breathlessly before sliding down his cock and hollowing your cheeks around him, immediately starting a slow pop of your head.

Jonathan brought a hand to tangle in your hair, making sure it stays out of his view as you sucked him off. “Fuck baby.” he groaned “iv thought about your mouth on my cock so many times.” you moaned softly around his cock, continuing to suck him, the need to taste him and make him cum driving you to bob your head faster. “Just like that sweet girl, oh fuck just like that.” he leaned his head back, hand lax in your hair as you worked him. 

One hand fisted pumping his shaft while the other went to gently grope his balls. You moaned around his cock at the heavy set and squeezed them. Jonathan groaned and gripped your hair. He  pushed you down further until you were gagging with the tip of his cock hitting your throat. You struggled around his massive girth and you had to bring both hands up to hold into his pants to keep steady. “Fuck, baby..” he grit out between breathy groans, his seed shooting into the back of your throat. “So good baby, make sure to take all of it.” you struggled to maintain focus while he rutted himself into your mouth. “Fuck this aphrodisiac makes everything so sensitive.” he huffed.

You swallowed and began coughing and gasping for air as soon as he pulled out and released his hold on you to rake through his own hair. Regaining a little brain function you noticed his dick was still hard and still leaking precum. Then you felt the tingling in your core increase and you could feel just how wet you had gotten with hardly any touching. “Dr. Cane… will you fuck me now?” you asked, looking up at him with doe eyes. 

His hair was now disheveled and red tinted his cheeks. He brought you up with a hand on your chin while the other traveled to your hips, rubbing circles on the hot flesh with his thumb. “But I wanted to taste your dripping cunt and taste your cum sweet thing.” He said, his eyes showing how much he really was affected by his own desires right now. Letting go of your hip, his hand traveled to run a slender finger through your folds.

You gasped as the sudden stimulation. His fingers continued to work through your folds and soon started teasing your entrance. “Bu-but I want to feel you inside.” you whined out as his fingers pushed into your tight pussy.

He pumped into you a few times before pushing his palm down against your clit, adding to the stimulation and causing your pussy to clench around his digits. “If I can't now then you'll just have to let me after I’ve cleaned you up and the toxin wears off because if i fuck you now im filling you with my cum over and over until I have nothing left to give you.” he voice was low, filled with meaning and truth.

With the mix of his hand fucking your pussy relentless and his dirty words, you were reeling, hanging onto him as your legs began to shake. You tried to nod between soft moans while trying to keep your eyes open, the pleasure starting to feel too good as heat pooled in your stomach. 

“Tell me sweet girl, want me to fuck you full of my cum, want to wake up still stuffed and leaking all over?” he said, digging his palm into your cunt. “Use your words, let me hear you.” he said, moving closer to your face as you quickly came undone in his hand.

You nodded faster and let out a shaky breathless moan as his motions of pounding his fingers and grinding his palm into your sex intensified. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you tried to maintain focus on his blown out pupils. “Yes, yes please. Just fu-fuck me Dr. Crane!” you squealed out as your orgasm hit you. 

His hand wrapped itself into your hair, bringing you to rest your head against his chest. He let you grind into his hand while you settled from your high.

He listened to your moans dye into soft whimpers as your hips stilled with his fingers still buried in your cunt. “So good baby, you sounded so good for me.” He praised, finally pulling his hand away from your leaky hole. You flinched when he brought his index and middle fingers to your lips. “Open up and taste yourself.” he encouraged. You parted your lips and let him press his slick fingers against your tongue. 

You moaned around his fingers as you sucked your own release off of them. Then you looked up at the mad scientist with needy eyes. “Now? Please Dr. Crane? Will you fuck me now?” you asked though you were already pulling his jacket off his shoulders and unbuttoning his shirt. Your brain could only focus on him, your need for him to stuff your pussy.

His eyes softened and he allowed you to tug the shirt off. You began to kiss and bite his exposed flesh along his collarbone and jaw. “Fuck, alright baby. C’mer.” he grunted, picking you up by the thighs and within a few long strides he was laying between your legs on the couch that sat along the back wall. “Gonna be a good girl and take my fat cock?” he asked, rubbing his cock along your folds.

You gasped as he smeared your slick on his cock. “M’ready! Please put it in~” you begged and wrapped your legs around his hips to bring him closer. “Need you so bad, please.” 

His cock twitched against your heat. “Fuck, so needy for me.” he smirked and poked your tight hole with the tip of his cock. “Dripping wet and begging for my dick, what a dirty girl.” He teased and slowly sank into you. His hands held your hips in place as he bottomed out and you shook gently under him, legs squeezing his hips. You let out a loud and needy whine as he stretched your pussy open. He stilled inside and came to lean over you, arm next to your head caging you in. “don't worry, I'll take good care of you.” he cooed, rolling his hips into you and smirking at the face of Ah it caused you to make.

You hadnt had sex that felt this good before, his dick felt like it was made for your pussy. When he started a moderate pace to allow you to adjust a moment you could feel the slight curve of his cock. The veins on his cock dragging along your inner walls had you practically mewling under him with how good you felt. 

He chuckled and started a faster pace, making sure to bottom out with every thrust. Your pussy was sucking him in and squeezing him just right he could tell he was already close again. His thrust picked up so he pounding into you with precision and where it felt best and you were a moaning mess on his cock. Your hands came to hold his shoulders as he fucked into you. With your head pressed back into the couch cushions you lost yourself in his movements, so good you couldn’t tell that you were building to another orgasm until it was right there and the only warning you gave was a desperate moan and jumbled words. 

Johnathan groaned and leaned his head between your shoulder and head, his cock twitched before his hot load filled your gummy walls. “So tight baby, your pussy’s so good baby.” he praised as his hips rocked into you, making sure to fuck his cum deep and keep it there. He leaned up to look at you, a soft smile played at his lips. “Like my cum filling you up?” he asked, stroking some hair away from your face.

You smiled at him. “Feel so good. m’ warm and full.” you admitted. Your legs tugged him closer, not wanting him to pull out, you still felt so needy, you needed more. “Can I have more Dr. Crane?” you asked sweetly. 

His smile turned darker, more mischievous. “Oh baby, do you need me to fuck you tell your little pussy is dripping full of my cum?” He rolled his hips again teasingly. You nodded, breath caught in your through with how deep he was, and again his dick was still totally hard. “You were just begging me so well sweet girl, even calling me Dr.Crane like a good girl. You can do that again right?” he smiled and waited as he continued to roll his hips gently, just enough for a little friction. 

You nodded and cleared your throat. “Please, need you to fuck me full Dr. Crane.” you rushed out. His words had a way of causing the deepest reaction from you. You needed him so desperately you didn't understand anything but him right now. “Please, I need it.”

“Need it that bad? Tell me whose pussy this is then, tell me baby girl who do you belong to?” his eyes were fixed on yours, his face turned more serious. Your eyes widened at what he was saying, he wanted you to be his and his alone. The implication should have probably frightened you, made you struggle away but it didn't. You wanted him to ruin you, have you in every way. “Well?” he pressed.

“Yours, Dr. Crane.” you said softly and pushed yourself against him with a little whine. “All yours.” you conceded. 

With a low groan he slowly began to thrust into you again, pulling back almost completely to fill you up again. “That's it, all mine.” he sank his back into the crook of your neck and littered it with sloppy  kisses and the warmth of his tongue and teeth grazing the now new overly sensitive spot on your body. A hand came to roam over your breasts, squeezing one and pinching at your nipple before repeating the actions to the other. You whined and your hands came to tug at his dark hair. He smiled against your jaw before nipping at it. The thought of his marks adorning your chest and neck tomorrow made you feel even warmer.

You held tightly to him now that he was pounding into you with a firm hold on your hips. Your whole body was  responding to him perfectly and he just knew exactly where to hit that spot that had your legs shaking and eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Fu-ck, gonna cum!” you managed to squeak out, every thrust taking your breath with it. The only acknowledgement from Johnathan was his free hand snaking up your chest and his hand wrapped itself tightly around your through. He pulled back to look at you as his hips snapped into you faster, his eyes transfixed on watching you come undone under him. Your eyes fluttered to maintain focus on his face as the all too familiar sensation took over. You shook as you felt your release practically poor out of you with how stuffed you were. 

“So good, so fucking tight.” he said with a low groans as he thrusted into you, not giving you a moment to catch your breath after your climax. His eyes are fixed where your bodies connect, watching his cock ruin your pussy. “Fucking perfect. My pussy. My girl.” he grunts between thrusts. You held onto him, arms locked around his neck. He fucked into you desperately and he was still hitting you so deep you couldn't help the lewd sounds coming from you. Your sweet little whimpers and moans encouraging him to fuck you faster. He grinned down at your fucked out face, tears streaming down your cheeks as your body became sweetly overstimulated. He could feel and hear your slick coating your lower bodies.

It was becoming overwhelming for you, his cock hitting the right spots over and over without stopping while his ships slammed into you. “To much! Too–aahh much please!” you begged for release, still to cling to him.

“Sshhh baby you can do it, give me one more. Squeeze my cock like that one more time.” he encouraged through low groans. He brought the hand down between your bodies to run fast circles on your clit. “You can do it, cum again for me. Such a pretty thing when you cum.” The sounds of your fluids mixing filled the room along with breathy moans and gasps from the both of you. 

You cried out a moan and screwed your eyes shut. He was going to force another orgasim from your abused cunt and there was no stopping him, you could feel your stomach tighten and pussy flutter uncountably around his girth. “Fuck! Please ple-” you groaned out as another orgasm shook through your body, your pussy spasming around his cock as he continued to stroke your sweet spot through your climax. You felt his cock shoot another full load of his hot cum deep into your waiting pussy.

“Good girl.” he cooed, slowing his relentless pounding as your pussy pulsed around his cock. “So good baby, you did so well, are you ready for your treat?” he asked and you nodded, your chest heaving as you looked up at him and his still hard cock twitched at the sight of tears pricking the corners of your eyes. He smirked at the thought of you being so overly stimulated and crying for him. Then with you still impaled on his throbbing cock, he wrapped his arms around your back and brought you to sit on his lap with his legs now firm on the ground.

Your back arched and you let out a strangled moan as he managed to sink just a little further into you. You could feel his cum leaking from your spent hole and down his dick, your mixed fluids soon began drenching his pants as he bounced you on his cock. “Dr. Crane, so much cu-um.” you whimpered, trying to hold yourself up with shaky arms. “So full, there's so much.” you babbled out between moans. You were cock drunk and it was evident as your eyes streamed with tears

Johnathan couldn't blame you however, he was right there with you, your pussy was constantly clenching around him like you were always on the verge of another orgasm. “You can handle a little more right? I mean look how much has already spilled out?” he said, gazing down at where your bodies connected. You followed his eyes and the sight alone sent a shiver through you. Slick and cum oozed around the base of his cock with every thrust into you. “Your pussy feels so good Babygirl, squeezing me so tight. Do you want to cum again?” he asked, bringing a hand down to rub against your overly sensitive clit as his hips rutted up against your own. 

You whined and your arms folded in on you, no longer able to hold yourself up. You were so tired but he felt too good, your pussy responded so well to his touch you couldn’t help when another orgasm began to wind itself up. “To mu-uch, feels weird Dr. Crane” you practically screeched into his chest and blinked away tears that threatened to fall.

His hips continued to hit your tender bundle of nerves while his hands simultaneously slammed you down into his cock and abused your throbbing clit. “Good, that's it, let it feel good and make a mess for me.” he encouraged, feeling his own release creeping up. His words relaxed you and you soon felt the wave slam into you within seconds. Your body tensed and your legs shook around him as you self liquid drench his lower stomach and under your bodies. You cried into his chest, tears now rolling down your cheeks. “Fu-cuk, that's it. Squeezing me so well to take my fat load.” He groaned, leaning his forehead against your shoulder and rutting into you as he emptied his balls into your sloppy hole.

You pulled back and looked at him, eyes tired and pussy still fluttering around him. Your mind and body were so tired but your pussy shuddered at the thought of him pulling out. “Can we stay like this?” you asked hopefully. 

He smiled softly at you and brought his hands to cradle you upper and lower back. He leaned back more and pulled you to lay on his chest. “Don't worry sweet girl, I got you.” he coles while stroking your back and gently rocking his hips up. 

you whined softly against him. “Some toxin, you can keep coming after all of that.” you noted, almost frightened since your pussy was pusling and raw some rought he was already fucking you. 

He chuckled and rolled his hips gently again, starting a steady rhythm that was actually relaxing and had you curling into you as your eyes fluttered shut. “I know, and thankfully I have you to take it all for me, I did say I’d give you everything.” he held you firmly against him, his hips picking up speed but staying gentle and as calming as he can manage. “I'll take good care of you.” he whispered into your ear. You sighed and gave in, relaxing fully into him as he used your pussy to get off again. You didn’t want to fight it, even this, being a ragdoll for him to fuck into was wonderful. 

To say the mess you woke up to was almost alarming. you, laying on his chest with his soft cock still buried in you with mixed fluids still soaking your bodies.

[taki118]

Yakuza Fiance Ep1 Manga Comparison

The first ep of Raise wa Tanin ga Ii aka Yakuza Fiance, just aired. Overall the ep was good, great expressions and voice work and the pacing was fairly good, HOWEVER there are some important and/or fun things that slipped through the cracks of adaptation. Since I am SUPER normal about the manga I got everything here under the cut. Warning these are fan translations cause I'm lazy.

We are starting out stronger here with this little back and forth between Kirishima and Tachibana

The anime cuts out Tachibana's response which helps to show how these characters interact but also establishes the impression Yoshino gives to others she doesn't interact with.

So overall the scene of Yoshino confronting Renji gets cut down but I think the loss of this character beat is sad.

In the anime Renji just changes the topic when Yoshino bemoans her looks, while in the manga he actually kinda feels bad for her and does more to talk up the situation. Another bit we loose is Renji noting how similar Kirishima and Gaku look this comes up a few times later on in the series so its fine but still.

Overall the scene goes on longer and you get a better feel for the dynamic between the two. Also he talks Kirishima up WAY more so you can better understand why Yoshino would even go.

Yoshino's arrival is also way shorter in the anime, she just kinda arrives. We loose this explanation by Renji about the differences between Tokyo and Osaka Yakuza

Followed up by Yoshino noting the compound does feel like a traditional inn but that you can't ignore its a Yakuza home due to security cameras about.

But this is nothing compared to Yoshino and Kirishimas first meeting the anime cuts quite a bit from Kirishima revealing he was with her the whole time to talking about staying in the annex.

When Kirishima starts pulling her along Yoshino kinda notices his pushy behavior, at a later point Tsubaki will equate it to a salesman forcing his way in and that is exactly what Kirishima is doing. This next bit however I am really upset got cut.

After asking why she doesn't have an accent Yoshino explains Renji taught her both dialects in a weird "Do what the locals do" mindset. This bit follows where Kirishima assumed she'd have a strong accent and this is actually a bit of foreshadowing, set up to a later pay off that happens in the ep, and a bit of characterization for Yoshino. That's a lot so let me explain

Kirishima reveals he had expectations for Yoshino as a person this right here is the first hint of it and will carry into the alley incident later but also just overall. Yoshino almost always acts in a way Kirishima does not expect.

The series starts with Yoshino speaking with an Osakan accent then when shes in Tokyo it stops only to come back in times of stress or anger, you might not notice however she's dropped the accent without Kirishima noting it. So when he asks where's her accent? That kinda tells the audience to look for it and oh boy do we get it

Finally this shows a little of Yoshino character as well, she's trying to blend in, trying to not make a fuss and make things easier for everyone and a way she does that is by altering the way she speaks, but you can also see it all over the scene she's very stiff she doesnt want to touch anything so she holds her bag tight

The tour is also a little longer but the overall speech at the end is the same in both. Though again you can see more clearly how Yoshino was charmed into coming to Tokyo in the manga as we spend more time with Kirishima.

One thing I noticed is we loose a lot of Yoshino's internal thoughts in the anime and along with foreshadowing. Such as this moment.

This is the first time the readers are let in on the idea that theres something up with Kirishima until this moment he seemed maybe a little odd but overall normal, this gives us a glimpse of whats to come.

I think this is the best example of removing Yoshino's thoughts in the anime she just notes she's getting a lot of stares but the manga has a full page on this

This actually starts a mini arc for these chapters where Yoshino compares her life in Osaka to Tokyo and how different it is. Like there's a difference to getting talked about behind your back where you can't hear and within hearing difference, her situation wasn't great in Osaka but she knew how to deal with it. This is all new to her and kinda establishes she's dealing with a lot.

After seeing him in the yard at night, which is the same in the anime and manga, the anime only gives us a brief scene of Yoshino thinking Kirishima is acting distant and only giving a slight thought to what the moment could mean for him. And did you guess it? the manga gives us more.

We get a confirmation that days have passed since then, which the anime doesn't denote, she then ponders what he does outside of school and tries to push it from her mind.

From here we get the same bit of girls gossiping about her openly that the anime has where they suggest she's a prostitute working off a debt and such. The scenes are much the same expect for how it ends. The anime just has her calling it a pain in the ass but in the manga we get this bit after that thought.

Much like before this shows that Yoshino is dealing with a lot and nearing her limit. She's alone in Tokyo and isn't sure what to do.

The build up to the alley scene is a LOT shorter in the anime than the manga and is loosing out on some character moments for Yoshino.

We have her being worried about imposing on Kirishima and him brushing it off. Then when she notices she didnt withdraw money he states he thought HE was paying, again these subtle notes that he's been making assumptions about her.

The pick up guys scene is the same overall in the anime as in the manga, if anything the lead into the fight...actually can i call that a fight? the beating in the alley is longer in the anime. But it does cut this character beat here

The scene is relatively the same but we loose Kirishima casually tossing what I can only assume is that guys tooth over his shoulder. It helps to show how horribly he's beaten them and how callous he is to this violence and I honestly don't get why they didn't use it.

The scene after this as they walk away and his tattoo is revealed is the same but once more we loose a Yoshino thought that kinda helps to explain the scene

I get they likely didnt want to break tension but they could easily have had her voice that while she's use to tattoo's and violence with Kirishima it's different, it unsettles her.

The scene where his mask drops fully is very accurate to the manga however when he starts talking about selling her body the manga actually goes into far greater detail this is about the only thing I get being cut back.

Now transitioning back to the school the anime looses this lead in moment that shows how on edge Yoshino is

She hears a boy speak behind her and it scares her, the assumption being he must sound like Kirishima. Her internal dialogue also tells us that she hasn't seen him for a bit since the alley. The anime comes in after this where she contemplates going back to Osaka but goes against it but again doesn't denote time passing where as the manga states it hasn't been a month yet.

The "bullying" scene is the same in the anime and manga but her clean up is longer and gives a look into Yoshinos mind again

She is methodically thinking about how to mange the shoes, showcasing how she tends to focus on small things right in-front her and just dealing with it, all the while trying to push the unpleasant parts from her mind such as returning to the Miyama house.

We get the same thought from of thinking of going back to Osaka but shaking it off in anime as in the manga but as shown here without a lot of the build up the manga has. For what I have to assume is time reasons, we don't get Yoshino's thoughts on her situation as much and her growing exhaustion from all the mental shit she's dealing with. Think about it she moves miles from home, is living alone with strangers, going to a school where people openly bad talk and bully her, and the person she came here to get to know has been lying to her and tells her she's worthless and to just sell herself or leave, and this all happens in less than a month. I sure as hell would want to quit. But I don't think the anime really gets this across all that well.

So again this next scene with Renji goes about the same in the anime I mean its functionally the same but again we loose a little character beat.

So far I'd say there's a warmth that's missing from these talks between grand father and daughter in the anime. Yoshino doesn't stop acting like she's fine until she starts getting a normal conversation from hi , probably the most normal one she's had in days. This also sets up how Yoshino picked up gardening from Renji which is just a nice thing as she does garden later in the series.

But also the anime looses out on this great expression

Its a much more one sided conversation in the anime, again giving distance to the characters. Think about how you talk to those you are close with you interrupt them more and such much like the manga does.

After this the scenes are identical to the manga a couple lines dropped but overall its the same which is good cause these are the scenes that originally sold me on the series.

So that's it every major thing that the anime dropped from the manga. Overall its not bad but looses some insights into Yoshino which I hope doesn't continue. I might do these for each ep we'll see.

[tainbocuailnge]

we're told and shown very little of what shalem and phantom's bond was and is like, so there's a lot of ways to interpret it. but personally I think it's a bit of a waste to show them straightforwardly getting along when they're both extremely insane in conflicting ways. the only on-screen interaction they have is shalem reprimanding phantom, and then testing him, and phantom's response is that he'll do something really detrimental to himself if shalem asks. so to go with their first impressions as looming ominous guy and modest nervous guy and portray shalem as losing composure & getting all blushy at phantom's advances doesn't feel right to me.

shalem actually presents himself to doctor as the one you go to when /you/ lose composure. his profile is clearly written by the troupe instead of rhodes HR like everyone else, and it tells you "you don't remember meeting, but you trust him and rely on him," like a command for the situation to develop as such, rather than a report of how the situation developed. his colleagues think shalem is weirdly pessimistic sometimes, but he's capable and reliable. his role as "modest and gentle shalem" requires him to be composed. in those new CN lines where doctor hands him an outfit to put on he doesn't sound embarrassed about it either. I don't think flirtatious attention would get him to blush that easily.

all the glimpses of what he's like outside that role show him as pretty decisive. every instance of breaking character is him being more forceful than his image allows. if something needs doing and nobody is doing it shalem will go "this is stupid why are we letting this happen" and step in. when he loses composure in his oprec he tries to :/ through the pain before getting screaming mad. when he's scared he gets mad too. shalem tries very hard to be a meek person and his life would be easier if he actually was, but he's not. he's mentally stronger than a lot of people including himself give him credit for. he just doesn't like when it's quiet.

and phantom clearly trusts shalem enough to completely submit to his judgement. the one interaction they're shown having is phantom saying he'll sing if shalem wants him to. phantom will explicitly do what shalem tells him to even if he thinks its a bad idea.

his codename may be phantom and his cat's name christine, but lucian is the christine in this situation. he's the young actor kidnapped and forced to sing by his shadowy teachers. they're making him play the phantom of the opera but that doesn't mean he actually is the phantom. shalem is far more like the phantom of the opera than lucian. shalem can't exist without the mask that lets him pretend to be a real person or leave the theater that mask was made for. it's just that his mask is also salome, which makes him extra insane (love) because salome was a no-name normal girl used as a tool in political machinations until she got written into a play that reinterpreted her as insane and a willing participant. so shalem's nightmares try to convince him he actually did want that guy's head on a plate.

phantom's second module says he doesn't see any art in killing despite how much the troupe hyped it up to him, but he works as assassin and went back to kill the troupe. shalem does still see the art in it, but he works in logistics and ran away because he didn't want to kill. we know phantom left after he realized his teachers were villains and that he completely trusts shalem's judgement, so while there's no clear proof it's likely that shalem's betrayal is what inspired phantom to leave as well. everyone in the troupe was raised to look up to lucian, and told that they had no worth if they couldn't make it to his level. shalem didn't have what it took to become like lucian, but that's exactly what made phantom want to be more like shalem.

and again, we know very little of what their relationship was like, or is like now. we know phantom completely trusts shalem, but the only opinion shalem expresses about phantom is "we're certainly similar, but I'd like to stay away from all that" and their only interaction is shalem reprimanding and testing phantom. so it's possible that shalem doesn't like phantom at all, and is only saving him because the situation is stupid and someone has to do something. phantom is the only person who could begin to understand shalem, but shalem doesn't like being seen closely because he's scared he has no "self" behind the act, so phantom understanding him might not be a good thing to shalem.

I think that kind of resentment between fellow survivors is really interesting. they both left, but lucian is still the troupe's favourite while shalem is called a cowardly traitor. even if shalem does get along with phantom, that would still be simmering below the surface right? their experiences were similar, but lucian was the standard that the others were held to, and the punishment for not being able to live up to that standard was death. isn't it a sick joke to have to go back to save the man whose mere existence made yours harder?

phantom knows that he was the bait the troupe used to draw in fresh blood, and he feels deeply guilty over it. so I think his willingness to submit to shalem's judgement is also because he knows he's at least partially to blame for what's wrong with shalem. meanwhile shalem's nightmares taunt him by saying the troupe was wrong and he's a great actor, so I think part of him still wants to prove himself as an actor. he wants to escape the audience in his head, but can't fully let go of the promise of getting to be on the stage either. and while phantom is the more outwardly insane one, he's making new friends and picking up new hobbies in his oprec while shalem has to be in the eternal nightmare vortex. even in rhodes island phantom is the one who actually gets what shalem wants.

so you have shalem, who wants a normal life he can't have because he was raised to be an actor-assassin with no self, and phantom, who is willing to do whatever shalem says to make up for being the symbol used to ruin shalem's ability to live normally.

phantom in general tends to punish himself. he refuses both medical treatment and gratitude until folinic corners him and chews him out. he feels guilty over being a dangerous person to associate with, but also over rejecting the help he is offered in spite of this. he's willing to submit to shalem's judgement and accept any punishment from him, but shalem wants to be normal and just helps him because it's the right thing to do and this whole situation is stupid, but that only makes phantom feel even more guilty. that too is unresolved resentment.

there's a tension between them where phantom repeatedly shows a desire to leave his decisions to others, while shalem desperately tries to take his decisions from the hands of others. there's clear incentive for phantom to just hand all his agency over to shalem, especially if we assume that shalem leaving is indeed what inspired phantom to follow, and depending on how you read the scene it's phantom's willingness to do what shalem says rather than his reluctance to sing that confirms to shalem that phantom is back to usual. phantom through this respect for and trust in shalem gives shalem a lot of power over him that shalem doesn't actually want to have, because the only decisions shalem wants to be controlling are his own.

they certainly are similar, but they cannot recognise themselves in that mirror, because the part of them that wants to be like the other is at odds with their actual desires. phantom left the troupe like shalem did, perhaps even to follow shalem's example, but shows no indication of wanting a normal life. shalem is a valued coworker, and phantom is an elusive mystery that schwarz warns you as someone familiar with the underworld to stay away from. he speaks of guilt and punishment and truth, but not of what comes after, and he's largely dependent on miss christine to be his moral compass. he's making friends and getting hobbies only because miss christine pushed him to. phantom values justice, but struggles to make his own judgements, and seems to reason that since he's already a murderer he might as well keep killing.

shalem meanwhile values normalcy, but doesn't seem to care nearly as much about justice. his reasoning for defying the troupe and letting his target go wasn't that it was wrong to kill, but that the situation was ridiculous and there had to be a different way. what shalem's nightmares taunt him with isn't the morality of his actions, the way phantom stumbles over his words to justify himself in his own nightmares, but whether they were really his actions. violence excites shalem in a way it doesn't for phantom, and he has no hesitance about threatening murder to secure his agency.

so phantom values justice, and he values shalem's judgement, but he appears unaware that shalem doesn't actually share those values. a normal life just generally doesn't require or involve murder. so while phantom is frequently punishing himself out of guilt and is implicitly looking to shalem to deliver some of that punishment, shalem doesn't really give a shit, because he doesn't really want to think about let alone reckon with their pasts at all. what shalem reprimands him for is causing trouble for the doctor.

their relationship is, by virtue of both operating through externally imposed personalities, inherently somewhat out of sync. you might even call it somewhat parasocial. I think there's probably a lot of pity involved too, pity for the one made to chase your shadow, and pity for the one who cannot escape that shadow. as fellow survivors they're the only ones who could possibly understand each other, but their values and priorities don't line up, and so neither do their expectations and images of each other.

but crucially, i think if any moves are to be made between them, it has to be shalem who makes those moves. because phantom wants to leave his choices to others while shalem is far more decisive than he appears and in fact much of shalem's character tension is based in being forced to finally step up and do something. phantom has very decisively put the ball in shalem's court by establishing that he'll literally do whatever shalem says. all of which is a very long way to say. i respectfully disagree with some of the fanart ive seen on twitter dot com lately.

[aebinspa]

magic clock

PAIRING: gyuvin x y/n reader

SUMMARY: Your friend Rei decides to organize a blind date night at her apartment and innocently invites you to spend the evening with her, without warning you of the situation. Despite your heartbreak, you spend the evening with several guys, only to meet one who is unlike all the others.

GENRES: fluff, yn can't take it anymore and everyone understands it, cameo of hanbin and ricky who are treated badly, rei is the greatest showgirl of her generation, gyuvin was supposed to be a bad boy but i couldn't do it, jiwoong is seriously the only sane one

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: english is not my first language! how much time has passed? too much. i took an exam and passed, then i realized that the life i was leading was taking away all my energy (commuting life is not easy at all). i couldn't write anything and i don't swear i'll write anything else soon. i hope you like this little story about gyuvin (i love him). never give up! take care. be happy, always.

“I need you to calm down. Nothing’s going to happen. Okay, I lied to you and forced you to come here by making you think this was a quiet night, only to tell you that I was planning a blind date night with a bunch of people, but our friendship is stronger than-” Rei went quiet and closed her eyes, ready to receive a huge slap in the face from you.

“You know what?”

Rei looked up and saw you about to say something, so she calmed down.

“Um, tell me Y/n”

“My self-esteem is so low that something like this can only lead to me doing the final act. You’re a great friend” You put a hand on Rei’s shoulder and closed your eyes “You’re a great friend”

“Welcome! Today, at your service, is the most extraordinary woman on campus—a truly remarkable individual. Yes, I’m talking about myself, the incredible Rei. With a vibrant personality and a passion for making every moment count, I strive to bring my best to everything I do. Whether it's in academics, leadership, or simply spreading positivity, I aim to inspire those around me!”

Applause began to get louder and louder in the room, allowing the others to join in. From afar, in the most remote corner, you watched with tired eyes the commitment with which your friend had built this evening.

There were more than fifty people holed up with you in Rei’s apartment, which was now adorned with more seats than a ten-room apartment building could have; each chair was in front of another, and next to each pair was a stopwatch, already set to ten minutes, that would remind the pre-arranged couple when the time was up.

“Good good, I see you’re excited,” another shout made its way through the walls, “your Rei then begins this evening of blind dates dedicated to lonely little hearts”

People began to position themselves in their chairs and, in the process, you received quite a few shoves and a few “sorry” at best.

“Ah, forgive me, any of you who can’t find a partner who matches the spark of love, remember to stop by Rei’s love counter. Hope dies last”

“Um, nice to meet you, I’m Y/n. Nice sweater” In reality the sweater made you shit, but you don’t think it’s the right thing to shout at the handsome boy in front of you.

“Thanks, you have no idea how much it cost me. Balenciaga sees something that us normal humans can’t see. They’re visionaries”

“Yes, of course… But what’s your name?”

“Ricky, nice to meet you. As I was telling you, they are incredible. You should take fashion lessons from someone, this hoodie you are wearing is obscene”

“Are you tired?”

“Um?”

“You’ve just been staring into space for five minutes. I was wondering if you were okay.”

“Oh thank you… Um…”

“Hanbin”

“Thanks, Hanbin, I’m fine.”

“It doesn’t look like it.”

“Hanbin, have you ever thought about minding your own business?”

“A rumor is starting to spread,” the boy in front of you let out a soft laugh.

“Which one?

“That you’re a crazy girl who can’t hold a conversation.”

“Who said that?”

The boy laughed again.

“Everyone you talked to before.”

“They’re right, Jiwoong. Run away while you still can.”

“You know, Y/n, I was forced to come here. You have tired eyes like me and you put on the first thing you found in the wardrobe. I understand.”

“I wanted to dress like this. Think about that crap you put on.” You stood up from your chair and, as if on purpose, the stopwatch started to ring.

“Fuck it! Those slippers of yours suck too. You could have worn shoes, you idiot!”

Jiwoong watched you leave while laughing loudly.

“Rei, I don’t think I’m in the mood for a night like this,” your best friend was busy pouring a couple of drinks, but you continued.

“Since I found out my boyfriend cheated on me with a very tall and filthy rich model, I don’t feel like myself anymore. He was the only one who said he loved me for who I am. I suck, Rei. I’m garbage. No one will ever love me.”

The girl put the tray with the drinks she was filling a second before in your hands and slapped your ass.

“Go give those two Fantas to those two guys over there. Jiwoong and… Gyuvin? I don’t remember. Okay, you get the idea, the hot one and the super hot one.”

“No please Rei, I told him to fuck off first.”

“Which one? The hot one or the super hot one?” “Who would be the super hot one for you?” you asked her questioningly.

“Obviously the one with black hair!” Jiwoong, you thought.

“Um, sorry. The drinks you asked for from Rei”

Jiwoong was the first to turn around and a huge smile spread across his face.

“Hey, Gyuvin. My favorite girl of the night is here” the boy started pinching the other’s shoulder who turned around annoyed.

If the red-haired boy wasn’t handsome enough for Rei, then he was handsome enough for you. You were left breathless. You'd had a thousand ten-minute dates, but you'd never met his gaze before.

“Um, nice to meet you, I’m Gyuvin,” he said taking the cigarette he was smoking out of his mouth and putting it in the ashtray, “you must be the crazy one who wants to be anywhere but here”

“Ahahaha, bingo!” you turned to Jiwoong, unable to hold Gyuvin’s gaze and apologized to him for the moments before, but in response you received a pat on the back and a “Cute friend of yours”. The black haired boy then stood up and walked towards the kitchen, leaving you with the red haired beauty.

“Y/n is my name”

“I know” The boy took the pack of cigarettes and motioned for you to go out with him.

“Sorry, but here at least I can smoke freely” You nodded and immediately sat down in the chair. You stared at the sky intently, unable to say anything.

But Gyuvin didn't agree with you.

“Why do you have these impulses of anger?”

“Being cheated on makes you crazy. Blame that idiot who got caught in bed with someone else."

“What a son of a bitch…”

Five more minutes of silence. Gyuvin had understood that with you he had to moderate his words and go slowly. You, however, in your heart wanted to know much more about that boy.

“Nice red hair. Why this choice?

“Should I get angry? I sense a hint of irony in this question” Gyuvin sat down next to you.

“No, on the contrary. I like them a lot. Blood red.”

Gyuvin started staring at you intensely. Your cheeks turned red in no time; you were unable to handle any of the eye contact. This made the young man laugh out loud, making you cross your arms and look away.

“Come on. Don’t be sour. It’s not every day that you get the chance to see something so beautiful up close.”

“Have you ever thought about going to fuck off, Gyuvin?”

“Yes. I hope with you.” The boy let out another loud laugh.

“Are you drunk?”

“No, but it’s funny to see you like this. I wonder what else you have inside you. How’s the happy Y/n, the excited one, the sad one-”

You put your hands over the boy’s mouth, ready to silence him. He took them away and in that moment you noticed how attractive and big his hands were.

“You’re more charming than you think.”

“Stop being such a jerk.”

Silence.

“What was he like?” Gyuvin began to smoke his third cigarette of the evening.

“Handsome, average height, blonde and pretending to love me. I was so blind. He never loved me. After he cheated on me I asked myself a thousand times why he was with me, but I never could understand it. Maybe he just wanted to make fun of me and he succeeded”

“Um… Listen, Y/n. I’m certainly not the knight who saves the princess but if you need someone I’ll-”

Jiwoong ran towards you, accidentally ending up interrupting his friend.

“Princess Rei is ending the evening. We have to go Gyuvin. Y/n, it was a pleasure” Jiwoong held out his hand and you shook it friendly.

You looked at the clock and were surprised at how much time had flown since you had brought the drinks to the two boys. Jiwoong had a sly smile on his face. Gyuvin, on the other hand, seemed quite uncomfortable.

“Ah, guys, I forgot,” Jiwoong took two crumpled sheets of paper out of his pocket, “Rei sent these, she said they were your love diagrams or something.”

Jiwoong placed two pieces of paper in your hand with red hearts drawn all over them.

The title on the sheet was “Haven’t you found your soulmate? Don’t worry, Rei won’t abandon you.” Below were the answers that the test Rei had forced you to take had generated and, at the bottom of the sheet, the name of a person. The person of your heart. Your sheet contained a name that until a few hours ago would have meant nothing to you: Kim Gyuvin.

You quickly crumpled it up and put it in your pocket. Then you told the two boys to head towards the door, where Rei was waiting for you.

The young woman greeted you with a big smile and reserved a wink for her “super hottie,” who apparently she had managed to win over.

“Nice evening guys. Let's do it again sometime. Now you have no excuses, the stars have spoken for me and have chosen you as a matching couple of the evening! How beautiful!” Rei began to jump with joy. Gyuvin, embarrassed, quickly passed his paper to you.

It was your name. You looked up and noticed the fiery red cheeks of the red-haired boy who had transformed into a full-blown tomato. Oh my god.

Gyuvin and Jiwoong were the last to leave. Before the door closed, Gyuvin held it and turned to you, albeit still embarrassed.

“Here,” he put the empty pack of cigarettes in your hand, “If you ever need a beautiful, tall, red-headed boy who can truly love you, call me”

The door shut, and you leaned wearily against the cool wall, feeling drained. As you sifted through the pack of cigarettes, you found Gyuvin's number tucked inside. 

Rei, glowing with happiness, sat beside you, her warmth a comforting presence. She leaned in and kissed your cheek, a playful smile on their lips. 

“Sometimes it’s best to just stay quiet and follow my lead. Today, Rei is definitely right!”

[vrisrezis]

Just the progression of rocket and y/ns relationshio throughout the movies? Like their relationship in vol1, 2, infinity war, endgame, holiday special maybe? and then vol 3?

Vol 1 :

You and rocket aren’t the closest automatically, I imagine rocket being very sarcastic towards you as he normally is with everyone else. I imagine rocket would find you attractive right away though, and would not shy away from nicknames like doll. He’d do it in a teasing way though, to not make it the most noticeable that he’s perhaps interested in you. However if you are like him and happen to be animalistic, he is noticeably a little different in terms of his sarcasm and he’s more likely to grow a soft spot for you quickly. However, you form a close bond after you comfort him in his drunken state, when he calls himself a monster. You have no reason to be so kind to him, after everything he’s done since the two of you met, so it strikes a cord in him. From on that point he’s noticeably softer and he might even start to gain feelings that are a little deeper than just initial “oh they’re hot” his feelings only growing deeper when you comfort him when he thought he lost groot. Again, doing something out of kindness when you don’t have to.

Vol 2 :

The two of you are close friends at this point, you’ve helped him raise groot. All of them had, but you especially. Nowadays, you often talk to him while he’s tinkering with random things. You become mad at him for stealing batteries, which leads to you joining quill and the others on his dad journey. You two separate for the first time since knowing eachother, and rocket is left to self reflect on himself (thanks to yondu). He’s able to realize he’s been pushing people away or acting like he doesn’t care for them, he even does so with you. Yondu tells him, if he really loves you, he should show it. I imagine he stopped acting like he didn’t care for groot after watching him almost die, so I imagine that when he sees you again, after that point no longer pretends he doesn’t care for you. He ends up confessing he cares for you deeply, and while his confession is obviously romantic, you take it as platonic. He does this right before you try to save quill, and you’re still persistent even after his confession, so he’s forced to tase you. After that though, the two of you do finally make up and he properly apologizes to you.

I am groot:

The two of you have an unspoken relationship. You two are very much like parents to groot at this point, and groot makes this very aware to the both of you. You don’t think much of it, as it makes sense since you’ve helped rocket so much in taking care of groot. However there seems to be an unspoken tension that gets even stronger because of what he’s told you both, called you both. Rocket is not only more aware of his feelings, he’s more aware that groot knows. Rocket knows he should do something about his feelings, but he stays silent.

Infinity war:

While he is once again sad to see the two of you separate again, it’s for the fate of the universe. You decide to stay with the morons in order to keep them safe, and rocket understands. It’s in your nature to be selfless and that you’d want to keep your family safe. Also, the fact rocket and groot are gonna be with the god of thunder certainly helps you feel more secure in the fact he and groot will be fine. Rocket casually demands a hug goodbye from you, growing more comfortable at this point for his feelings towards you without saying anything outright. Your relationship always seemed very friendly, but this time it feels more intimate and romantic, despite the fact neither of you have made your feelings aware to one another.

Endgame:

The two of you find solace in one another after the loss of your family. You end up dating over the course of the 5 years you two spent on earth together. After all the grief and pain, it’s something rocket simply could not keep to himself anymore. Especially since, he truly wants you to know he loves and cares for you, deeply. He thought for a moment you were gone too, before you came to earth along with nebula and Tony. He has made the effort since then for you to realize how much he cares. The two of you seperate, you deciding to help Tony, Steve, and others go back in time. Rocket bids you farewell, giving you a nice hug and a kiss. You two reunite after all is said and done, happy to see one another in one piece, as well as your family.

Holiday special:

Your relationship is a newfound development by the other guardians at this point, but mantis still manages to find you two adorable whilst everyone else is kinda offput by it at the moment. Not in a bad way, it’s just kinda new to them. You spend a lot of your time together this day, and eventually helping mantis set up Christmas for Peter. You gave eachother special gifts to one another, you granted him a special weapon designed by the people of wakanda, a weapon that can turn into any weapon at will. And what he got you? A necklace you loved that he broke… forever ago. He’s very embarrassed about his gift in comparison to yours, but you were still happy with it. Oh, and Peter was in a funny mood that day, so he even set up a mistletoe for you two to kiss under.

Vol 3.

Since you spend most of it praying your beloved isn’t dead, you don’t exactly interact with him specifically … very much. You go through hell and back just to make sure he comes alive okay, and he does. You embrace eachother the second you see eachother again, a very different embrace than any other hug you two gave one another. A mutual agreement that you’re both glad rockets alive. You fight together (albeit you’re a little protective of him), and after everything’s said and done, rocket is the captain. You’re still by his side, but now you’re following orders. In the past you would’ve made fun of him for suggesting he was captain, but now, it just feels right.