#obligatory ghost tagging i guess

[madstronaut]

guess wot my fellow hoes (fellhoes?) you’re getting a two-fer-one deal

obligatory alpha post link below:

because I have been deep in my werewolf/hybrid!CODmen fixation while I was drunk off reading moondrunk I decided to take a break...

....by reading johnny boy and i dont want to even look at that ao3 history stat that tells you how many times you've visited this story IT IS A LOT

my record for one of my comfort stories is 79 times and that was back in january last i looked, and it doesn't count the copypaste backup i have in my notes in case of airplane mode. don't look at me rn (cough obligatory @the-californicationist G&G reference/tag here)

ANYWAY MOVING ON 🐺🐺🐺

Reading: Moondrunk Monster by @ghostgorlsworld

so I went to watch the Love Death Robots episode referred to here and UNFFFF forgot how good that whole series was! wolflovers, go watch the Shape-Shifters episode from S1

once again i love a good fleshed-out reader backstory and this one is no exception

also as a certified graves simp the spittake I had to clean up at reading the phrase “Captain Graves”

also wolf-friendly pain medication? please i would happily read an appendix or endnotes/footnotes about the lore/worldbuilding here <3

"They weren’t used to humans being kind to them."🥺🥺🥺🥺

me to myself: tbh in many ways this is the world we are living in rn

that line about reader sleeping in the back of the med bay reminded me of this famous pic I saw way back when:

U.S. Army nurse Amy Stuart of the 5th MASH unit deployed in Saudi Arabia naps on a cot while hugging a teddy bear sent by her family during Operation Desert Storm (February 22, 1991)

getting a little too real but at my age, always hurts my heart and deeply disturbs me to see people younger than me who i consider children going off to/waging war COUGH ANYWAY SRY ESCAPING REALITY BACK TO FANFIC-

piney has such a succinct, tight way of writing to set the scene and story premise up so well - fucking salivating at ghost taking reader to their tent and him getting miffed at her sitting on soap’s bunk until she sits on his <3 LMAO I SEE YOU GHOSTY YOU LITTLE LOVESICK PUPPY YOU~

You glanced down, seeing the Scottish flag on the wall, the photos of a couple that looked exactly like Johnny. “Oh, sorry.” 

ok but also johnny WOULD have selfies of himself up on his own bunk

“ahm easy on the eyes, aint i LT”

“shut it”

You were American, so you didn’t have much taste for tea unless it was iced and sweet. 

me, a rabid tea swiller, raising my hand: UM NOT ALL AMERICANS HATE “TREE PISS” AS TED LASSO CALLS IT OKAY (okay but I love that show so much)

unfff wolf!ghost crowding reader into his own bed forcing her to sleep in it is just *so many chef’s kisses*

Gaz was healed within a day, coming to visit you with a Snickers bar as thanks. “I’ve been saving it for an occasion,” he said. “Wolves…well, we can’t really have chocolate without quite a bit of pain so I thought I would give it to you instead. As thanks.” 

ok this was the most adorable loredrop ever also literally heartbroken at the idea they can’t enjoy chocolate!!!!

The adjustments were freezing slabs of raw beef and plating it up still half-frozen. this reminded me of this frozen organic dog chow i kept getting insta ads for after dogsitting for a friend (if u can hear this siri/insta ad algorithms, FUCK YOU RESPECT MY PRIVACY) anyway in the ad the way the person plated it for their dog and the way their dog ate it with such gusto made me, a human, want to try the dog food lol

“Not everyone in America lives in Texas, Soap.”

👏thank👏 you👏facts👏

You smiled. “A small town in Oklahoma.”

“Bloody hell, that’s just Texas.”

👏also👏 facts👏 (don’t come for me texans this new yorker will (lovingly) fuck you up; god bless amurica)

He was wearing gloves, as always, but they were warm when he pressed them against the scars, fitting his fingers into the obvious claw marks.

The 141 was silent, watching Ghost with a mixture of surprise and horror. Price looked as if he were about to intervene, his knuckles white around his fork.

i fucking l o v e this entire scene

They were still strangers to you, but the base felt too quiet without them, and your skin felt bare without Ghost’s stare upon it.

i am shivering at how good this sentence is

ghost: has a record for being more wolf than human and acts of aggression against humans

also ghost: makes tea for reader regularly when she can’t sleep

also reader if you’re having a eat-three-powdered-donuts-in-one-sitting kind of day, you eat that whole box girl no one will fault you for it <3

Ghost hummed, then came the unmistakable sound of licking the sugar off his fingers. There had also been blood on his fingertips, from the night’s previous activities.

You don’t want to think about why that makes your belly clench. 

😏😏😏we love the feral ones

also unexpected gifts are some of the best ones

i felt the adrenaline of the humvee ambush like i was watching a live action movie - i could picture the entire scenes very easily in my head <3

and ghost taking off her boots >>>>>>>>

A man in a skull mask was asleep in the chair in front of you, his head tipped back against the wall, his legs relaxed and spread wide. 

ah yes, classic submission position~

The meek little nurse that had put a Colonel’s son in the ER. 

meek is one of my favorite words. i have heard an alternate definition for this as “meekness is great power under control” and it stuck in my head ever since; pls bow before medic reader my meek badass queen

Your heart raced. It was such a human instinct, to see a predator and want to either kiss it or run from it. 

ah yes imho the heart of why wolf/hybrid and enemies-to-lovers etc. etc. etc. tropes and fics are so popular~

Ghost seemed to like your attention, his ears perked at the top of his head. It was oddly endearing, and you normally considered yourself a cat person.

hehe big ghost wolf, smol floppy ears - i will not let this image leave my head

ok and the wolflore about the recessive genes!! eating it all up <3

also i know this is a ghostfic but soap blushing and mumbling bout his coffeeshop crush is soo <333333333

"you’re too young to feel old and miserable like me.” Soap smiled, a bit of cheer back in his eye. “You’re only three years older’n me, lass, I wouldn’t call ye old.”

literally me to anyone <30/even a year younger than me

"ALSO, yes i'm setting up for a future soap/cafe!reader fic"

okay the unholy screech that erupted from me at reading this author’s note i’m-

Graves sat in a simple metal chair, cool, calm and collected without a single blonde hair out of place. 

me fully knowing graves isnt even doing anything here, just sitting: go off, king

“I wasn’t going to let that boy take my soul, sir,” you said calmly. “Not for something as worthless as a career.”

well said indeed <3

You wondered if he would come visit you, if you asked. If he would sit in your dusty, frilly living room and drink from your pumpkin shaped mugs.

PUMPKIN-SHAPED MUGS <3 <3 <3

Price looked up from a paperback, a twitch in his brow. He preferred to keep out of conflicts between the pack, only interfering when blood was spilled. 

oh please my headcanon for price is that he inhales gossip like oxygen and keeps it filed and sorted alphabetically and chronologically in his mind palace to pull up as needed

They were on active duty, for Christ’s sake, it wasn’t like he could bend her over against one of those cots and stake his claim,  COUGHOMGWHYTHEEVERLOVINGFUCKNOTCOUGH no matter how badly he wanted to.  

The 141 hunted at night, so during the day Gaz and Soap would occasionally bring you a muffin for breakfast or a stray cup of coffee. Even Price, the fatherly man he was, brought you one of his extra novels to read while you were awake during the night shift, one of those cheesy detective thrillers that helped you get through the night without passing out on a patient.

who doesn’t love familial!141 🥰🥰

it’s nice to remind yourself that you’re still a simple woman that appreciates a nice mani-pedi and a good hair day.

this is so real - taking care of yourelf/reminding urself to feel human is so important <3

You had the rank and the experience, so of course, you got the lion’s share of reports. ahem this a small almost throwaway line but much appreciated - LEADERSHIP IS FOR SERVICE. TO SHOULDER THE BURDEN FOR THOSE UNDER YOU, AND LIFT THEM UP. TAKE THE HITS SO THEY DON’T HAVE TO - ONES THEY AREN’T EVEN AWARE OF IF YOU’RE GOOD AT IT. anyway stepping down once again from my soapbox-

ah reader i can think of many MANY MANY spicy ways to motivate ghosty to do his patriotic duty~

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AND ALSO Reading: Johnny Boy by @ghostgorlsworld

first off being thrown into the deep end of the incredible lorebuilding had me ready to swim and dive deep without even taking a breath of reality because the story!!!! the worldbuilding!!!! absolutely immaculate

a recurring daydream/brainrot scenario ive gone back to time and again with my blorbos through the years is getting knocked up with their spawn and having to escape and go on the run and hide the child then have an implausibly wild reunion, often with some physically impossible makeup sex and then birth my own private sports team's worth of children to build our world empire (drama, romance, intrigue, adventure - i would buy out opening night tickets to the movieplots my brain spits out, anyway ty for coming to my BedTedTalk) anyway this has such a unique niche in the CODfics ive read with the almost enemies-to-lovers-back-to-enemies flavoring with brother’s best friend trope in play

on that note, shaking tom’s hand vigorously for sneaking johnny back into reader’s life, then backhanding him with my other hand - also for sneaking johnny back into reader’s life

cute-ass mactavish sire emma needs to eat raw meat to survive? her supernatural senses make her an old soul in a child’s body? no further comments, absolute perfection. i love the explorations of “hey scenting/being a hybrid, ESPECIALLY growing up as one, ain’t all its cracked up to be and is not just all 100% sexy times and funsies” and her picking up on mom being sad all the time a certain someone is near and declaring “if mommy doesn’t like him, I don’t either” just UGGHHHH i just want to give her a hug and tell her it will all work out, shes is in good hands (including but not limited to her own!) also tear the throat out of anyone who would dare steal her childhood (fistbumping my fellow immigrant first gen firstborns&eldest daughters who had to grow up too fast/take care of adults)

also one of the reasons i love this fic is the very fierce and protective love reader has for her emma and their really beautiful bond <3 fanfic can be so healing and tender in very unexpected ways and their relationship slipped past all my walls and armor and just stuck me right in the feels <3

the conversation about grandpa jack haunting them and turning the book pages for him was so sweet i think my molars rotted away on the spot, 🥺🥺🥺 piney i will be billing you for my dental visit expenses; be prepared to pay cos ive always wanted to secretly try out grillz as a new yorker girlie 

also random brainrot but 1000% positive grandpa jack was a fucking hottie in his glory days (underground fighting rings? picturing tyler durden rn)

also please give mama reader a fucking medal, cutting up raw meats and organs first thing in the morning (EVERY morning) is a feat indeed

also johnny/reader’s first meeting at the funeral home is absolutely exquisite, the perfect amount of drama and angst!!! raaaaaa biting my pillow and tearing it to pieces

- reader’s physical reaction to the “he’s behind me, isn’t he” revelation

- johnny’s physical glow-up described through reader’s eyes is just UNFFFF *chef’s kiss*

- reader going straight into panic/mama bear mode re: emma

- “it could have been longer, john” HOLY FUCKING SHIT MY ICE COLD QUEEN PLEASE I CANNOT KNEEL BEFORE YOU FASTER OR I’LL BREAK MY KNEECAPS

- “your voice so cold it stung your tongue as you spoke. The ache in your chest was overtaken by rage, pure and hot. “Excuse me.” i am f e r a l for this line, this is PERFECTION i can taste the emotions here like viscerally on my tongue 

- honestly kudos to reader for not punching tom’s lights out when she’s running to get emma from him

“I don’t care.” You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. You wanted to dig your nails into his skin and hurt him like he hurt you. “We don’t need you, we never needed you. I loved you, and you left for years . Deal with the consequences.”

Johnny Mctavish, a wolf, a soldier, flinched from you. 

It wasn’t the victory you thought it would be.

AAAAAAAA YES THIS IS ME AS I READ THIS REVELING IN THE ANGST

also the last line of ch1 being “Forget him. John always runs.” and summary of Ch2 being “Johnny comes home.” ????? gonna run out of my lipstick giving chef’s kisses to piney here

the way piney fleshes out reader and her story and history with johnny just makes me want to give her a ginormous hug, also like an all-expenses paid weeklong vacation to the maldives or something for the absolute bullshit she’s endured (might have to join you on this though dear reader my salary/responsibilities working in [redacted] means i also need an all-expense paid weeklong vacation to the maldives)

also I FUCKING SUSPECTED JOHNNY WAS SECRETLY TRYING TO SCENT READER WHEN HE SNUCK UP ON HER TO GET CLOSE ENOUGH TO SURPRISE HER BY PUTTING HIS MITTS ON HER SHOULDER; i love that emma picked up on this through her nose

“Because you still smell like me, kitty.” brain going brrrr being overloaded with conspiracy theories about teh many layers what this may mean

wolves were different from normal men. Territorial. 

me, reading about fictional territorial wolfmen on tumblr: 🥰🥰🥰

me, reading about IRL men being ‘territorial’: 🤢🤢🤢

“Grandpa was like me,” she said, loyal as always. 

i’ll be totally honest the character i fell head over heels with in this story was not johnny taking first place no - EMMA MACTAVISH MY HEART <3 i hope my future children will be brave, kind, wise, funny and compassionate like you <3

It seemed that the only person suffering in this situation was you.

this line + the short almost throwaway line of reader “laughing wetly” just before it just ughhh my heartache! shoutout to all the hardworking parents/caregivers simply Trying Their Best And Getting No Recognition™️ (madstronaut sees you and applauds you, great is your reward in heaven and or the pits of tumblrhell, dealer’s choice)

“It wasn’t your decision to make, Tom,” you said, your voice reaching that pitch that made you feel like your mother. god this got too real, when i hear myself sound like my mother sometimes (esp. when im mad) i literally narrow my eyes at my own reflection and have to check myself before i wreck myself iykyk

also freaking love the lore about hybrids/wolves being discriminated against in society and johnny’s own experience and pitfalls navigating the world! lorebuilding>>>>>>>>>>>>

You were dressed more appropriately this time, a Black Sabbath tee and sweats, your work clothes of pencil skirts, trousers, and wool sweaters currently drying on the laundry lines in the backyard. 

ok reader i see you my little rocker <3 you would love saint vitus bar in brooklyn; make tom or johnny watch emma so we can headbang to our heart’s content and you can enjoy a well-deserved night out <3 (on that note #REOPENVITUSYOUCOWARDS)

Emma two-handed it, just like you tell her to. It seemed she was trying to be on her best behavior, the little traitor.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH EMMA YOU LITTLE DEVIOUS ADORABLE SHIT (said goodnaturedly) I LOVE THIS LINE SO MUCH

Something in your chest squeezed when Johnny tucked the blanket around Emma’s skinny arms, more gentle than you had ever seen him.

ok though real talk men being gentle and tender, esp. around kiddos - hi, yes please sirs you can indeed help me mop my panties off the floor

Susan didn’t know what to do with a little boy that chewed on the furniture and got sick when she didn’t let him eat raw meat. 

i physically need to see fanart of young wolf!soap gnawing on an armchair leg

This was why you liked Charlie, he was so, so reasonable. 

hello charlie or as i like to call you “walking beige flag” the way i would roast him if i was bffs with reader..

also emma drawing that wolf catcher memory and waiting until soap was there to show it to both him and reader - AAGGGGH I freaking loved this and how clever this is i can do an entire pepe silvia conspiracy board meme breakdown of why and how much i loved this whole interaction

emma knowing it is a tough memory for her mama but choosing to draw and show it specifically to johnny - and waiting til they are all in each other’s presences (presence? idk)

i can see reader fighting (a losing battle lets be honest this is johnny fucking mactavish) tooth and nail so far to maintain the armor of assumptions and explanations she’s told herself to deal with the pain of being in love then (from her pov) rejected and how this has bled into how she paints johnny to emma despite her best efforts 

and yet as they say sometimes the body says and knows what the mind/heart cannot say yet and 1000% sure that little miss wolf emma mactavish loves her mom but is also sure that momma isn’t sure on where she stands with johnny

also ALSO the fact that jack raised both johnny and emma HAS TO MEAN SOMETHING RIGHT - even though they’ve just met i love the little tidbits of the special wolf-to-wolf and father/daughter connection they have

AND AND AND so my grand theory here is that i believe emma made and showed this drawing to johnny because from what she knows - she perceives mama reader to despise johnny on the surface, yet still wants him - but based on what she’s told her about johnny, thinks johnny may not want mama - and drew this to prove mama is still worthy and a great protector - “You haven’t got any teeth or claws but it didn’t matter.” - and “showing her off” to johnny COUGH ANYWAY THAT’S WHERE I’LL END MY THESIS TYVM

also i love the bits sprinkled around the fic about johnny’s eyes sparkling eerie/brighter when he gets worked up

Perhaps all the war and killing really was good for his temperament.

HAHAHAHA OKAY SHIT, MAMA, WHO IS THE DELULU ONE NOW????????? (tbh it’s me, hi im the probl-)

johnny trying to find excuses to spend his PMC savings & money on reader + emma - IRL me and my bills & student loans crying laughing hysterically at reader turning this down

“Shut up!” Tommy said, frowning at you from the couch. “Fuck, lovie, he’s a friend from work.”

The man in the mask raised a hand in an awkward wave.

HAHAHAHHA SIMON!!! his entrance totally threw me off but ofc tom’s SHUT UP (true sibling energy right here, no greeting, just yells) and simon’s lil wave just UGGGGGGGHHHH such a nice palate cleanser from the intense but delicious angst - also tipping my hat at the subtle way to introduce Bi!Tommy with the “he’s not company he’s a guest” line 😏

You felt Simon’s eyes on you, judging, appraising. You were sure Johnny probably didn’t have the nicest things to say about you–most likely that you were an irritating little girl that followed him around for twenty years then proceeded to get pregnant and raise the child without him knowing,

would love to know what and how TF141 thinks of mama reader from how johnny has described her…despite her own misgivings <3

Johnny was an unsuspecting kind of violent, always smiling and laughing until he wasn’t, until it was serious.

Simon was different. He felt older. 

aaaaaa this is SUCH a good characterisation of them both

You had missed him like a lost limb-

ooh i absolutely love this phrase! I have one person in my life i went through a friend breakup with (iykyk - these are more painful than romantic breakups imho) and we mended things and discovered afterwards we both referred to our break in our friendship as ‘having lost a limb’ to other folks (!) sometimes birds of a feather really do flock together

 “It’s just…we’re adults, and adults have tricky feelings. preach mama 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️

but also pls mama i know you have a kiddo but putting on nail polish right before a date? nooooooooooooooooo though chanel polishes ARE superior cos of that fat brush so all is forgiven <3

also obligatory FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING FUCK to charlie for forgetting the date, do you EVEN KNOW THE SUFFERING WE PUT OURSELVES THROUGH TO GET READY FOR A DATE? TO GET READY TO FACE THE WORLD OUTSIDE OUR DOOR, PERIODT?

IF SOMEONE DID THIS TO ONE OF MY GIRLIES I WILL BE READY TO FUCKING SHOW SOMEONE’S BITCH ASS THAT YOU DO NOT NEED TEETH AND CLAWS INDEED TO GET RIGHT FUCKED UP

anyway climbing down from my soapbox on behalf of women everywhere, back to the fic

as a tiny tiny redeemable bit - charlie having weekly dinners with his gran is a huge green flag trait

He stilled, looking at you. His hand came up, pinching your chin like he used to. “You havnae called me Johnny in a very long time.” The rawness of his voice broke you down into someone you used to be, someone that loved him.

me, extremely pleased, reading this: ah yes, in vino veritas~

The alcohol had dampened the anger in your chest, you felt…open. Open to talking about it. Bleeding the poison from the wound.

<3 <3 <3 this line <3 <3 <3

irl sidenote: u can also do this without alcohol my friends <3 trusted friends, therapy, long retreats into nature, safe places, safe people all very effective and cutting right to the heart in the gentlest ways possible, painful but highly recommend over the alternative (and lesser) options of keeping the poison inside <3 

Within a blink, Johnny was kneeling before you, his hands on your knees as his eyes bored into yours. You felt a chill, a whisper of fight or flight pricking your neck at his predatory stare.

ahem hello this is it

this is what does it for me

kneelng for your prey <3

also i love that their first real physical intimate contact after reuniting, beyond that hug after the wolf catcher story, is johnny LICKING reader’s tears off her face

“All I had was a picture and letters, but I could get off just from you writing that you missed me, just from your smell lingering on the fucking paper.” whats that phrase? marines make do? 🥰🥰🥰

me, reading about lacy underwear getting shredded: mmmmf yes sexxxxxyyyy

also me: ok i just know that was expensive, cringing inside at having to replace it

also fics that have men talking to ur pussy as they take care of it >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I CANNOT WAIT FOR READER TO WAKE UP AND SCREAM AT HERSELF  SAW PT 7 POSTED WOKE UP SCREAMING BLACKED OUT AND CONTINUED MY FEVERISH RANTING ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS FIC IN REBLOGS BELOW

[sammypog]

pinned post (:

hiiii! you can call me sammy or sam (or samuel if you’re feeling a bit silly) and i’m just hanging out here idk

go follow my sideblog @poetrypog where i occasionally post my mediocre poems

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i use all pronouns!!! switch it up don’t just stick with one, otherwise i like everything, neos & xenos included!

i use a lot of labels but mainly i’m just super queer super gay and super trans :3

also i’m probably neurodivergent!

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i talk about a lot of things, normally just whatever i’m obsessed with at the moment, and sometimes i reblog stuff too. i do make art sometimes but i don’t post my art very often so don’t expect much from me lol

my current fandoms:

jekyll & hyde

frankenstein

moby dick

gravity falls

i have no mouth and i must scream

oppenheimer

house md

glass animals

bigtop burger

taskmaster

the song of achilles

good omens

the band ghost

doctor who

other things i like:

painting and drawing

art in general

guitar

reptiles

animals and nature in general

poetry

writing in general

history

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obligatory dni list

all of the obvious: racists, nazis, zionists, transphobes, TERFs, pedos, homophobes, ableists, xenophobes, sexists, zoophiles, rcta/ecta, proshippers, exclusionists, etc. if it’s an ideology based on hatred just assume i don’t support it.

i support all neopronouns, xenopronouns, and xenogenders as long as they aren’t meant as a mockery of some other identity/group. i support “weird” identities like contradicting labels, mspec lesbians/gays, etc. i also support other “weird” groups like furries and therians. i support you no matter how you identify, as long as you are not harming anyone. if you disagree with me on this, feel free to leave.

i will add to these lists if i realize i forgot something!

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tags

disclaimer: i’m not very good at tagging consistently so the tags might not be very reliable lol

“brain thoughts”: non-fandom posts

“my art”: what it sounds like

“being gay for victor frankenstein”: also what it sounds like :3

“my moots <3”: rbs of/asks from my beloved moots

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i think that’s it! have fun i guess :3

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

coping with regret via universe hopping (a guide to comprehending the fragility of a human mind by makoto naegi)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/c6WC25f

by delightfullydiscordant

Everyone Makoto Naegi touches turns into a corpse.

Weary and burdened with grief, for the first time since escaping the horrors of the first killing game, he returns to Hope's Peak Academy. His purpose: to bid a proper farewell to the lingering ghosts that haunted the periphery of his existence.

But, with his luck being what it is, everything swiftly unravels and explodes into chaos, catapulting him into an entirely different universe. Familiar faces surround him, yet their roles and the storyline has been rewritten, leaving the luckster stranded and bewildered.

Now, he has to navigate this unfamiliar place, desperately seeking a way to return to his own world and time.

…

Or

…

All he had wanted was a few minutes to himself — had that really been too much to ask?

But, now staring into the faces of people he saw die, he thinks maybe he should have taken up Komaru’s offer to visit Towa, after all.

…

Or

…

“I’m Makoto Naegi.”

“Yes, we know who you are.”

“…Oh, right.”

“Makoto Naegi. Previously confirmed dead. Killed on a live broadcast.”

“…Huh!?”

Words: 2104, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa Series, Dangan Ronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc, Super Dangan Ronpa 2, Dangan Ronpa Another Episode: Ultra Despair Girls, Dangan Ronpa 3: The End of 希望ヶ峰学園 | The End of Kibougamine Gakuen | End of Hope's Peak High School

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Characters: Naegi Makoto, Kirigiri Kyouko, Enoshima Junko, Ikusaba Mukuro, Fujisaki Chihiro, Togami Byakuya, Maizono Sayaka, Class 78 (Dangan Ronpa), Asahina Aoi, Hagakure Yasuhiro, Fukawa Touko, Naegi Komaru, Ultimate Despair Member(s) (Dangan Ronpa), Remnants of Despair Member(s) (Dangan Ronpa)

Relationships: Kirigiri Kyoko/Naegi Makoto, Ikusaba Mukuro/Naegi Makoto, One-Sided - Relationship, Enoshima Junko & Naegi Makoto, Class 78 & Naegi Makoto

Additional Tags: Despair, Hope vs. Despair, Post-Despair (Dangan Ronpa), Remnants of Despair (Dangan Ronpa), Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Alternate Universe, Dimension Travel, Despair Era (Dangan Ronpa), Survivor Guilt, Killing Game (Dangan Ronpa), erm, not sure what I’m doing with this, revisiting canon dr, but making it non-canon, trust the process I guess?, who knows if this will last, does this count as Danganronpa IF, tagging it anyway, Danganronpa IF, a version of, Angst, obligatory angst tag, What am I doing, I’m Makoto Naegi, Yes We Know Who You Are, Doctor Who References, I love Harriet Jones, what a sweetheart

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/c6WC25f

[arvoze]

paint scribz

nebobo (2nd) is owned by @dororoexe whos a pussy who wont use his blog

[shidoukanae]

illustrations i made for my own fanfic because im a sucker for this theory and episode 12 certainly didn’t help lol

Fanfic is here and while the summary says otherwise this story initially takes place from Kiyoshiro’s POV :P

[wizardlyghost]

PINNED FALLOUT LIVEBLOG POST!

so i’ve gotten a handle on the basic game by now, will be continuing to work through it for A While probably.

OBLIGATORY REITERATION: i have not played this game before and am doing so relatively blind. if you want me to react genuinely to things when i find out about things, please refrain from spoiling them. it’ll be a lot more fun for the both of us, trust me. ominously cryptic knowing winks and similar emoticons are ok though. 

NOTES ON THE JOURNEY SO FAR:

- HOWARD-TODD is the name i gave to my character’s (CAT’s) beloved husband who tragically and completely unexpectedly died in the prologue, in the absence of any canon name to my knowledge. i later found out that the game refers to him as NATE, so i guess that's now his middle name. i miss him so much.

- not to be confused with my nemesis, the vile villain TODD HOWARD, who continually taunts me with the riddle of whether or not transparent substances can be walked upon.

- my LAWYERLY QUEST is to return a GUIDING HAND OF WORKPLACE HEALTH AND SAFETY to the wasteland, and usher in a new era of RESPONSIBLE HAZARD MANAGEMENT to lift us from the ashes of our destruction. this originated as a joke due to the female player character having the occupation of “LAWYER”, which seems like maybe the least useful skillset to bring into a POST-APOCALYPTIC HELLSCAPE, especially in contrast to HOWARD-TODD’s MILITARY BACKGROUND. however, i am now fully committed to this bit and if there is a way to whip the MINUTEMEN into QUALIFIED SAFETY INSPECTORS then by the KING i am gonna do it. lawyers for the win bethesda can go fuck themselves.

- occasionally i will spot a PARTICULARLY EGREGIOUS VIOLATION OF SAFE WORK PRACTICES, in which case i may post some variation of this image (or something better if/when i think of it):

- in CHARACTER CREATION i used STRENGTH, ENDURANCE, and CHARISMA as my dump stats, as i am BAD AT VIDEO GAMES and needed more points for ranged and stealth mechanics. i will regret these decisions semi-regularly, but them’s the breaks.

- i recently spent ten levels boosting my CHARISMA up to 10 for the purpose of lying to the BROTHERHOOD OF STEEL about why i haven't found a single deadly weapon for them. this didn't exactly work, as i got railroaded into handing over a stash of MINI-NUKES anyway, but hopefully i can make it work in the future.

- posts will now be tagged with “FALLOUT 4: THE RESURRECTION OF OSHA”. previously they were also tagged with "FALLOUT 4 LIVEBLOG: THE GHOST FALLS OUT" but i think two liveblog tags may be a mite excessive.

- to start reading from the beginning (on anything other than mobile, apparently), click here: THE RESURRECTION OF OSHA

yee. haw.

[spookyghouly]

welcome to the obligatory pinned post

About

Darcy 🦇 26 💜 they/them 🦝 queer ✨

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my star trek side blog is @logicallesbiann 🖖🏻

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What you’ll find on this blog:

goth/horror/witchy aesthetics

the band ghost

mcr

poetry

nbc hannibal

vampires & wwdits

midnight mass

the sandman

genderfluidity & trans identity

ex-catholic vents/recovery

using catholic aesthetics in a way that would upset the church :)

Commonly used tags will be included below

other details about me

my favorite papas are terzo and popia and I am also attached to the ghoulettes, swiss, and dew

i’m a gerard girlie

I play a genderfluid tiefling warlock in dnd whose god lied to her and is in the process of disintegrating—to disappear from reality or to be made whole again? it’s anyone’s guess (it’s to be made whole again thru the power of snakes and gay love—thanks to her new patron/soulmate medusa). her name is hypatia <3

[snippyschnapps]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom, Yesternight, Original Work Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Danny Fenton, Leon Barton, Connie Jones, Original Characters Additional Tags: How Do I Tag, POV Outsider, no angst here sorry, Humor, Tired Danny Fenton, Confused Danny Fenton, in need of a nap and some straight fucking answers danny fenton, Psychic Abilities, but they're... vague at best, Not Beta Read, Not Phantom Planet Compliant (Danny Phantom), Spooky Summary:

Crossover with an original story, but knowledge of yesternight isn't needed; Danny meets a psychic. It goes about as well as expected.

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But he swallows his discomfort, because he needs answers, and demands are getting him nowhere. “You’re really just… hanging out? In a graveyard?”

Leon, in lieu of an answer, holds his book out to danny, open to a double page filled with sketchy drawings of ghosts, both recognisable as animals and not; almost the entirety of the left page is overtaken by whisps and blobs. Danny would be lying to himself if he said they weren’t cute.

“...oh. Huh. I guess you weren’t kidding about the sketching.”

[butchhamlet]

king lear fic recs!!!

i’ve been hyperfixating on king lear since april and there are only 62 fics in the ao3 tag (only 56 of which are actually about king lear and not, like, tagged that way because it’s an AU of another fandom). so i decided. i was going to read all of them.

and i did!

and it’s… really something. the tag is… really something. the fact that 7 of those fics (you know. 11% of the tag) are inc*st fics is… really something! (reminder that this blog is not a safe space for incest shippers!!! i don’t fucking care if they’re half brothers i’m going to beat you with your own bones)

but to say that the entire tag is full of creeps would be very incorrect because there is, in fact, a lot of very good content in there! so, as i now have a masters in this one ao3 tag, here are my recommendations :3c

(obligatory note that these are just my personal favs, ymmv, etc etc, but also please do go give these people some love dhfdshfsbfs. the Talent)

mumbling of wicked charms - MACY’S (@suits-of-woe) GLOUCESTER-BROTHERS-CENTRIC DND AU DESTROYS ME LITERALLY EVERY TIME I THINK ABOUT IT. GENUINELY. EVERY LINE OF THIS FIC. IS A NEW GIFT AND A NEW KNIFE THROWN INTO MY HEART.

These Late Eclipses - genuinely one of my favorite lear fics of all time and probably my all-time favorite edmund characterization. this is the “what if edmund stepped in during the eye-plucking scene” au and it’s so so tasty. love that this bitch remains a bastard (metaphorically) even when he’s on the good side like. im obsessed

When She Was Bad - ANOTHER of my favorite lear fics of all time; this one is regan-centric pre-canon and it. is so well written. like i think i could write a fucking essay on this fic and its nuances and the way it foreshadows canon and the things it does with the characters of all three sisters. it is SO well written i am LOSING MY MIND

To Be King - edgar, post-canon, seeing ghosts. the characterization in this makes me litcherally insane like every character is so on point and also the writing is just lovely

Daisy Chains, Cuddles, and Crabbing - top ten fics to soothe the gaping hole left in my heart by the actual canon of king lear. this is literally just, like, the three lear sisters as kids going out to catch crabs and goneril is v gently implied to be nonbinary or at least gnc and cordelia is just. a BABY and it is so sweet [holds this fic to my chest]

Che nel pensier rinova la paura - this is that “hamlet and edmund meet” fic and i can’t say much more without spoilers but the ending hit me like a CAR

nadia's king lear au - shoutout to nadia @bisexualgloucester for writing a BANGER king lear AU/universe that caters to me specifically /half joke but only half. wtf gay little kent <3

Sky, Sea, and Storm - and shoutout to lucy @maryabolkonskys for writing this short gorgeous edgar piece that destroys me every time i think about it

most best, most dearest - A CORDELIA WHO ISN’T A WEAK INNOCENT NAIVE LITTLE GIRL… WE LOVE TO SEE IT. also this one is just very sweet! (cordelia & france focused!)

ACT V.3 - this one is lear’s pov and y’all know how i feel about lear as a person but this fic made me SCREAM it is so gorgeous and SO goddamn sad :(

within the gentle heart abideth love - you are going to look at this and you are going to think “edmund x romeo?? like romeo montague?” but i promise it is good. trust me. the characterization and the worldbuilding in this DID something to me

Mercutio Makes a Discord - god fucking knows if this counts as a king lear fic (the lear sisters & gloucester brothers are in it but not the main characters per se?) but literally every chapter of this fic has obliterated me im begging you to read it. shakespeare wants what ao3 user theevilsnuffleupagus has

honorable mentions because they aren’t on ao3 but are really really good anyway:

this piece by @stripedroseandsketchpads is almost 100% the background for the way i understand and characterize lear (the man)

and i CANNOT explain how much macy’s goneril and edmund piece haunts me. so many of these lines live rent fucking free in my head (though may i single out “no one would guess the man had three daughters”). transcendental

[sleepyowlwrites]

find the word tag CLXIII

I guess we’re back to ghosty. it fits because I’m watching a drama with ghosts in. well they’re sort of ghosts. I don’t care enough to figure it properly. I have my favorite characters and that’s it. @zmlorenz 

dawn (a funeral for pearls)

There’s an ache under his fingernails when his fists tremble at the dawn; the sapphires have mellowed his temper, his anger is gone.

dire (untamed fic - obligatory LOVE THE JUNIORS mention)

“The first explanation is that Senior Wei tends to respond to dire circumstances with a forced cheerfulness and the more worried he is, the more he tries to keep the atmosphere light for those around him, so we’re not scared or get careless.”

Sizhui nods slowly. “He does do that.”

day (before you stop breathing)

There were flowers on your grave, I handed them to you today I wore black to the sleepover and kept shaking you awake One day I’ll reach for your hand but you will fade away But wait until tomorrow, okay? And the next tomorrow after that And the one after that, too I don’t want to see you in shades of gray

dear (youth story - R is devastating charming, equal emphasis on both words)

Evie remained unimpressed, like she was about most things, though her right eye seemed to squint for a moment. “You know exactly why we fell in with each other.”

“And why, pray tell, is that? My dear?” R tacked the pet name to the end and shot her what would have been a devastatingly charming smile to anybody else.

type (youth story)

Daniel tugged on Cal’s hips until the younger boy sat on his lap. “I’d love to be deep cave water, wouldn’t you?”

“Can I have flowers in my spring for extra flavor?”

Evie rolled her shoulders. “How would I know? I have to know you better before your type of water can be determined.”

“I really like peonies,” Cal said with a smile, leaning back against Daniel.

trip (fic!)

He turned back to her with a shrug. "We've been saying the same things for the past hour. Does it matter?"

"I want to take a trip."

He stared at her. "You what?"

tear (made of sand, 2014 - I used to think this was really good. it’s okay)

We are the youth, we are the face Of every person, of every place We try to move the mountains We tear down all our castles But they were only made of sand We are only made of sand

top (youth story - been a while since this snippet)

Waking up to R spooning Cal on the other couch wasn’t that weird by his standards, especially not since he’d found out how cuddly the group could be - especially where Nyks was concerned - but Mark immediately felt around for the edge of his blanket and threw it over his head like he’d caught them kissing.

And then when his head caught up to his eyes he peeked out again, feeling rather sheepish at his reaction. R wasn’t really spooning Cal. He was mostly lying on top of him, which Mark couldn’t decide if he considered that worse or not. Cal didn’t appear to be worse off for wearing a brother as a blanket. His right arm was dangling off the couch while his left was wrapped around his brother’s head with his fingers hidden under R’s hair.

Lucy has a new song and it’s amazing! I love them. @spacetimewraithwrites @vivian-is-writing @aetherwrites @lend-your-lungs-to-me OR ANYBODY: hidden, hungry, hair, height, hinder. bonus: humdrum, hijinks or himbo.

[mechanicalinertia]

What’s next for Divine Patronage?

So my Ranma / Ah My Goddess! / other miscellaneous anime that take place in 1990′s Tokyo fanfic has become more popular than anything else I’ve ever written. I may have classes but this is my designated ‘leisure activity’ now for sure.

Anyway, I have a rough idea for this initial ‘arc’, and how it’ll end. Fine. Whatever. More importantly, though, I have continuing ideas about how to cross over more and more mid-90′s anime and other things into this mishmash where Urd and Ranma have to ‘problem-solve’ things. Christ I wrote like 9 possible arc setups last night; it’ll take me years to make good on them if I do at all.

That’s why I’m a-posting brief summaries of them here, so if I give up on these people can just steal em’.

1. CRIMES OF THE MISHIMA GROUP AGAINST GOOD TASTE

Sayoko Mishima and her zaibatsu god-nap Keiichi and in doing so royally piss off Belldandy. Urd has to snatch the poor kid, who is now a minor god, out from Sayoko’s clutches before Belldandy just loses it and nukes earth in silent rage. Ranma can’t beat the compound alone, though, so Urd turns to Akiko Natsume - the actual head of Mishima - and her all purpose combat android for some help. Unfortunately, the android has a cat brain. Cue Ranma struggling to confront his fears to save the world.

Crossover with: All Purpose Cultural Catgirl Nuku Nuku, a medium-obscure OVA from the 90′s starring Megumi Hayashibara as the wacky cat-bot-girl with Saeko Shimazu (Kodachi’s voice among others) as Akiko. Good fun.

2. FATE / STRANGE; DAYS

Remember Lind, the Valkyrie from the Angel Eater Arc of AMG? Well, she back. She intervened in Fate / Zero’s Holy Grail War (assumed to take place around 1994) and contracted w/ Kiritsugu the way Urd did with Ranma. Now Kiri may have lost all his lady companions, but he gets Illya back from Germany and is raising her alongside Shirou with the help of Illya’s wacky maids. Maybe lil’ Rin and Sakura are involved, too, I dunno.

Anyway, Lind considers the Sailor Senshi a threat to the divine order (they do appear to predate human civilization) - especially since Saturn’s Glaive of Silence is believed to be the Norse Gungnir, Spear of Destiny, Odin’s superweapon that could (even in the OG myths) rewrite reality itself to render enemies nonexistent.

So Lind gets Kiritsugu, Arturia Saber, and Prisma Illya to go to Tokyo and track down Sailor Saturn with Ranma’s help. Then they end up teleporting to the distant past of the Silver Milennium, back when the Senshi’s magic rendered the other planets of the Solar System inhabitable. Cue a string of John Carter references.

Crossover with: Fate / Zero, Fate Kaleid Liner Prisma Illya. Might even separate the Fate story from the whole Saturn / Gungnir subplot - they’re just hunting Kirei and Gil, then. Sure. Fine.

3. THE FUTURE IS HERE AND IT SUCKS

Skuld time travels into the future, only to find that almost every single timeline ends with humanity being wiped out before the 22nd century - perhaps by SM’s Great Freeze, perhaps by other factors. Unfortunately, she forgot to close her possible-future-timeline portals properly, which leads to various cyberpunk futures bouncing off one another for supremacy in 1996.

(Look I wanted to just fuckin do BGC or GITS crossover. Couldn’t decide. Why not both?)

Crossover with: BGC 2032 (Or my 2069 rebot), Ghost in the Shell, Silent Mobius (maybe)

4. GAMES OF THE GODS

The obligatory ‘gang plays an RPG’ sitcom episode, only a) it’s Cyberpunk 2020 because I’ve read that system’s books, and b) the goddesses all bring their boytoys along to be sucked into the game world as their player characters. (Urd gets Ranma, Bell gets Keiichi, Skuld is the GM, Peorth gets Ryoga, Lind gets Kiritsugu) (I guess I better do an arc where Peorth patronizes Ryoga to screw with Urd...)

5. GUNS, BOMBS, ROCK N’ ROLL

Ranma gets dragged along by Urd for a vacation, theoretically to LA. But then after getting bored of the Obligatory Beach Episode, Urd rediscovers that she has a daughter in Chicago - Rally Vincent. She and Ranma rush off to screw up the events of the manga and protect her daughter from the brainwashing of a lesbian rapist crime lord. (I wish I was making that last bit up). Maybe Priss of BGC tags along to really hammer in the WACKY KENICHI SONODA CROSSOVER thing?

Crossover with: Gunsmith Cats, Riding Bean, maybe BGC

6. HEISEI BLOSSOMS BLOOMING

The Japanese government decides to reactivate the Teikoku Kagekidan project, this time using idoru as the mecha pilots instead of the Takarazura Revue thing they had going on in the 20′s. The K-on girls audition, the Love Live girls audition, someone in the Ranma cast or something tries out as well. Mecha are now nuclear-powered instead of steam-powered (whatever that means)

Crossover with: Original Sakura Wars franchise, Tite Kubo iteration non-involved. maybe K-on and Love Live

7. RANMA’S LUDICROUS EXCURSION: STAR-DIAMOND DUST IS UNCRUSADERABLE

Ranma gets a stand. Urd thinks it’s like her angel. Yare yare daze.

Crossover with: What do you think, genius?

8. ETERNAL SUMMER

Ranma gets trapped in a temporal anomaly centered around Tomobiki Town. Now it’s August 1982, Ataru and Lum are about to get married, and unless he can stop the total breakdown of the pocket reality within the seven days before the time loop resets he’ll become part of it forever. Trippy New Wave Existentialist Bullshit - Screwball Comedy meets Body Horror. Also see: Higurashi.

Crossover with: Urusei Yatsura

9. TRICOWBOYOUTLAW BEBOPGUNSTAR: EFF YOU, SPACE COWBOY

A valiant attempt to crossover all three of the late 90′s ‘Cowboy shonen’ anime of the time in one universe. A shared universe? Nah. We’re probably just gonna transplant all the characters into 90′s Tokyo again and watch the body count pile up.

Crossover with: Cowboy Bebop, Outlaw Star, Trigun. Oh, and maybe one of those ‘robo-maid’ shows from the aughties (Hand Maid May, Mahoromatic, Steel Angel Kurimi), just to fuck with everyone.

10. COPS AND ROBOTS

Ranma gets in trouble with the police for sneaking onto the Babylon Project, forced into community service, and then ends up blackmailed into the long-running grudgematch between the SV2 Labor Squad and the Tokyo Highway Patrol.

Crossover with: You’re Under Arrest, Patlabor (original OVA mostly)

11. SUPERIOR AUTOMATRONIC DISPUTE RESOLUTION: GO NAGAI EAT YOUR HEART OUT

Skuld gets in a fight with some deities from some rival pantheons, and as a proper grudgematch resolution they all resolve to build Giant Robots and then Battle Royale them. Ranma has to pilot one.

Crossover with: NOTHING.

12. THE HOUND OF ULSTER BARKS AT MIDNIGHT

Cu Chullain, husbando of Ex-Valkyrie and turncoat Irish goddess Scathach, teams up with Ranma in Dublin to stop IRA extremists from resurrecting the Tuatha De Dannan, specifically the Morrigan. A teenage Bazett (from Fate) shows up and gets all fangirly.

13. TALES FROM THE OOPS

An abandoned particle accelerator built in the 80′s near Stockholm may or may not cause Ragnarok. Ranma and some edgy Swedish Teenagers have to deal with 90′s recession bullshit and clean the place out

Crossover with: Tales from the Loop, Things From the Flood

That’s about it, honestly. I have other things I’d like to crossover with, tbh, mostly mecha stuff. Among them:

- Cannon God Exaxxion

- Eva

- Gundam UC

- Muv-Luv

-Negmia / another Ken Akumatsu trashpile (and I mean that in the best possible way)

Shit this is fun. Imma make another one of these posts with even more ludicrious crossovers later. Peace out.

[rubashev]

rules: tag nine people you want to get to know better or catch up with, then answer these questions. tagged by @tolstayas thank you!!

three ships: god this question is making me realize how long it’s been since I’ve consumed any kinda fandom content or really any fictional character-driven content in general... I think watching NBC Hannibal in my teens was extremely formative so obligatory Hannibal & Will Grahm and uhh... I haven’t actually listened to TMA in months and I think I left off somewhere in the 3rd season but that one supercut someone put together of Elias and Peter Lukas sounding like bitter several-times divorcees is extremely funny, the entire concept is funny to me and they’re fun characters individually, so them I guess. whomst else.... I think the first fictional couple I ever gave a shit abt was Gomez and Morticia Addams so them too. the one (1) het couple I’m interested in, critical support to the goths

last song: Спокой��ая Ночь by Кино... a classic

last movie: I don’t think I’ve seen anything since watching Parasite a few weeks ago? I think I’ll watch I’m Thinking of Ending Things later tonight, don’t know anything about it but the trailer looks cool

currently craving: honestly? I’d kill for some buffalo wings right now

currently reading: I’m in a weird unfocused state right now that’s left me unproductively on-again/off-again reading several things at once, but currently some combination of: Мы by Yevgeny Zamyatin, King Leopold’s Ghost by Adam Hochschild, Fidel Castro’s autobiography My Life, Stalin and his Hangmen by Donald Rayfield, and Che Guevara: A Revolutionary Life by Jon Lee Anderson! A good friend of mine has been insisting I read the newest Hunger Games book too and I’m a few chapters into that as well, but I really like... don’t have much energy for YA fiction anymore lmao 

idk who to tag in these things at this point but if you see this and want to do it consider yourself tagged!

[dongiovannaswife]

GioLena first time.

Note: alright, as you may already guess, this is an nsfw fic, so please, if you don’t feel comfortable with these topics do not read; mostly if you’re a minor (block the n sf wish tag, please, I beg you). I wrote this mostly out of personal necessity (lmao) but also because @softlimefluff​ inspired me with her own AriHan first time fic.

In another note, I’ll be back at posting requests soon, since we have an event for Valentine’s Day ready. 

Under the cut for length!

Closing the door at his back, Giorno looks at her with a soft smile, watching as she walks around the apartment, taking off her heels.

When she feels his sight on her she looks over, a small ashamed smile spreading through her lips.

“I’m sorry, Gio. It’s just… Those were killing me.” Shrugging,Lena shoots him a small smile that has him seeing starts immediately.

“It’s okay, amore. You don’t have to use them if they hurt you. Standards are not important.”

Lena nods, walking over to him and taking his hand between hers. “Thank you for understanding, baby.”

Bringing her hands to his mouth, Giorno presses a kiss to each one of her knuckles, stealing a small laugh from her. Then, as he intertwines his fingers with hers, Giorno guides her over to the couch, taking things slow. Sitting down he has her siting at his side in no time, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Looking at her in the eye, Giorno whispers, centimeters from her face. “Do you still want to do it? You know we don’t have to. Like I said before, standards are not obligatory. If you feel like it’s too soon, then I’ll wait; and— his fingers hook around one of her curls, undoing it and watching as it comes back together in the next few seconds. “You don’t have to show me you love me like this. You know this, right? This is exactly what you said some days ago and I respect it, believe it and support it.”

Smiling at him, Lena leans, stealing a kiss from him and a smile. “I want to, don’t worry. Do you still want it? Same goes for you: you don’t have to show me you love me like this, and if it’s too soon, it’s okay. Your reasons are as valid as mine.”

Giorno nods, “Yes. I want it.”

Exchanging a nod, Giorno leans this time, sealing the conversation with a kiss, hands cupping her face. In a few seconds he pulls away, biting her lip softly and drowning down a small moan that has his head spinning and her blushing.

“C’mon, doll.” Giorno stands, offering his hand out and guiding her through the well-known department until they reach the bedroom. A basket with the things they prepared a week ago waiting in the bed.

Sitting down in the bed as Giorno locks the front door and comes back after, Lena takes the small pink bag from the basket and lets it in the bathroom, walking over to the bed again, laying down.

When Giorno comes back and sees her in the bed, still dressed in that dress that hugs her waist so deliciously and exposes her shoulders and collarbones like that, he can’t help it but gulp nervously, strolling to her. At first sitting down in the bed and leaning to whisper. “Lena, you’re such a pretty woman, I can’t believe you’re with me, cara.” And then, kissing her.

Breaking the kiss, Giorno climbs in bed, laying down at her side, almost immediately cuddling her; his hand resting open in her hips, tentatively reaching further down from time to time.

“Well, you are certainly something else too, Giogio. Just look at you, you could easily be someone out of a dream.”

Giorno chuckles, leaning down to steal another kiss, this one lasting longer. “So am I your dream?”

Lena chuckles, kissing him again. “A really good dream.”

Giorno smiles, kissing her harder this time; it wasn’t something new, but the difference was in how warm the bed was, how she started moving until she was laying on top of him; how her leg wrapped itself around his; and the temperature started rising. His hands roaming slowly, as they made times before without going too far. The feeling of her small hand caressing his abs and her sigh against his lips as he bit her lip making him grunt, and pull away.

Closing the gap again, this time Lena initiates another kiss were her hands roam around his chest and arms and abs: Giorno’s hands reach down, kneading her ass softly: once she moans against his mouth, Giorno’s dick twitches and she sighs against him, grinding slowly against him; Giorno’s hands guide her for a moment before she stops moving. Straddling him now, Lena’s hands shake a bit as her fingers undo the buttons of his shirt, revealing once again the well-known tattoos decorating his chest and part of his arms. Tracing them with her fingers first, she leans after to kiss them: Giorno’s breathing hitches in his throat and his hands grip at her hips, helping her grind against the growing bulge in his pants.

“Enough, doll.” He whispers and flips her up, towering now over her. Kissing all over her face first his lips descend to her neck, kissing and looking for the point that has her— Lena breathes out his name in a whisper and Giorno smirks against her skin, nibbling at the point for longer until she throws her head back in delight. His hands keep roaming over her legs, toying with the hem of her dress until his hand sneaks under and the pad of his finger rubs circles around her clit through the fabric, effectively making her arch against him.

“I have something for you, babe.” She whispers, barely saying the words just right.

“Alright, darling.” He answers and kneels in the bed, letting her sit and climb down, rushing to the bathroom.

As she closes the door Giorno sits in bed, reaching out to the basket and pulling out the condoms and lube —and letting the water bottle at the bedside table. Making sure the main things are there, he reaches out to his shoes, taking them off alongside his socks, and pulling them outside the room to evade smells, just in case.

“Honey?”

Not even five minutes later her voice makes him turn from the bedside table —he was making sure everything was ready for the last time. — Turning around, the sight leaves him breathless; the lingerie set tasteful, accentuated with stockings and garter belts, the bra letting him see enough but not everything and the panties hugging her hips in the way he wishes he could— and her blush making him realize the twitch that happens down there.

Roses start growing around him, the carpet ending up with grass and red roses as his mouth hangs open.

Stuttering a bit, Lena’s arms reach out to her chest, trying to hide herself when there’s no response. However, the action seems to make him snap out of his daydream.

“No bella, it’s okay. I just — you are —you are so beautiful… I’m so lucky…” To think the powerful Don of Passione was stuttering and blushing like this was a sight to behold, but in the moment, none of that mattered. In the moment they were just a couple head over heels in love: and it felt right and natural.

“Please, come here doll.” He asks, reaching his hand out to her.

Shyly, Lena steps to him, standing before him.

Giorno can’t help it, but look at her from head to toe with shining, loving eyes. Finally focusing in her face, Giorno also notices the crimson lipstick replacing the red one from before. “My goddess.” He whispers before leaning down to kiss her, soft and slow. One arm around her waist and the other around her hip, pulling her against himself.

Breaking the kiss, Lena’s eyes lock with his and they seem to get lost for a moment, just smiling; genuine passion and love shining through their eyes.

“I love you.” He whispers then, leaning down to pick her up, turning to the bed, and laying her down slowly.

Supporting his weight on his elbows, Giorno’s lips ghost over her neck, fingers tracing over her collarbones and the decorations of the bra, lowering his head to kiss over the exposed skin of her chest, and humming when her fingers trace over his scalp, a shaky sigh escaping her, and fueling him even further.

His hand reaches down, traveling all over her leg, and wrapping it around his waist as he grunts softly, grinding gently against her. The fingers in his scalp now at his back, gripping at the muscles of his back. His free hand traces over her waist and stomach until it lands close to her chest; nervously, but not showing it, his hand cups her chest, watching intently her reactions; however, Lena closes her eyes, biting her lip. Nodding to himself, Giorno takes his time kneading as his mouth works in the other, kissing and licking, grinding from time to time.

Kneeling now, Giorno whispers, voice raspier and gentle. “Lena, can you sit for a moment?”

Doing as he asked, Lena sits up and Giorno leans again, kissing her as his hands reach behind her back, first tracing over her back and feeling the goosebumps rising after his hands have traced her skin; sighing, he finally unclasps the bra, letting the straps fall down through her shoulders until the piece of clothing falls into the bed; Lena’s arms covering her bare chest now, looking at him with noticeable nervousness, cheeks red and lipstick softly smudged.

“You are so beautiful, Lena. Please, don’t hide yourself from me— do you need to stop?” he says, hand cupping her jaw and thumb cleaning the lipstick, even if he knows it’ll end up disappearing later.

Seconds pass before her arms end up around his shoulders and she sighs again, nodding. “I’m okay, don’t worry, Gio.”

Giorno nods, moving until she’s laying down again. Kissing her once more, Giorno sits back again, climbing down the bed; Lena follows his figure, sitting in the bed.

Undoing his belt, the button and the zipper, Giorno takes a sharp breath before he puts his pants down, kicking them to the side. Looking over, a part of his nervousness disappears once he sees Lena´s face; eyes the size of dinner plates and mouth hanging open.

“Gio,” she says, looking at him in the eye. “Gio, baby, you are… You are a greek god.”

Giorno chuckles, climbing in the bed and between her legs as he leans back again.

“Says a goddess herself.”

Lena smiles, hand reaching down to ghost over the bulge on his boxers. Biting his lip, Giorno closes his eyes at the feeling, almost bucking his hips against her hold.

When the caresses become too much and he feels himself ready, his eyes shot open, hand reaching out to her hip. Retracting her hand to leave him in charge again, Giorno hooks his fingers around her panties, pulling them down slowly and throwing them aside, pulling down his boxers after, and throwing them aside too.

Both stop for a moment, taking in each other’s body; nervousness fading as the feeling of familiarity starts raising.

Shifting, Giorno’s face gets closer to her stomach, kissing and descending until he can feel her legs at each side of his head; a grin spreads through his face as her thighs close around his head when he kisses her inner thighs, lowering his head to start preparing her.

A moan makes him keep up, hands toying with her chest as he does so, closing his eyes for a second and opening them again when his name leaves her lips in the form of a moan; it feels like he’s in heaven.

“Please, Gio. Please, I need—“a moan betrays her when one of Giorno inserts one finger inside, curling it slowly. “Mierda, no te detengas.” Shit, don’t stop.

The change of language seems to fuel him in a way he never thought it would do: his ministrations keeping up, faster but still careful.

When she starts bucking against him, Giorno breaks the contact suddenly, leaning back to see his work: her lips are pink from biting into them and her eyes are half lidded as her chest rises and falls in desperation.

“Do you think you’re ready, cara?” Giorno asks teasingly.

“Yes.” She whispers, panting softly.

Humming, Giorno looks over to the box of condoms, taking it and tearing it open. Then, he takes out one and opens it following the instructions he already knew, sliding the condom down his length, making sure he feels comfortable. Then, when he’s ready, Giorno nods, hands sprawled over her legs now, fingers rubbing over the fabric. Looking at the garter belts, connected to the stockings, Giorno can’t hide the smile that frames his face. “I like these, but I rather see those pretty legs, shall I take these off, amore?”

Smiling at him a small laugh escapes her, the nervousness still present. “You may.”

Giorno smiles, unclasping the stockings and sliding them off, followed by the garter belt.

“Alright, bella. I need you to be on top for this, just like we said.”

Lena nods, following his figure as he sits in the bed, kneeling and climbing off the bed, walking then to him. Grabbing onto his shoulders, Lena straddles him gently, leaning for a kiss.

“Wait,” she says suddenly and he stops, looking at her with big, questioning eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“The lube, baby.”

“I was going to reach for it, Lena.” He answers with a small chuckle.

“Well, I won, I said it first.” Lena chuckles, leaning and taking the bottle, giving it to him afterwards. Opening it, Giorno smears a considerable amount of it into his length. Lena offers her finger and Giorno pours a small —yet what he believes enough— quantity into her finger. Sliding her finger inside her, Lena moans softly, taking it off seconds later. “Ready.” She whispers, grabbing onto his shoulders.

Giorno sneaks his hand between them, taking his member and guiding it until the head rests against her folds. Then, his hands rest open around her waist. When she starts lowering herself and whimpers softly against his lips, the blond kisses her, effectively distracting her from the strange feeling of being stretched out. As the kiss progresses she keeps lowering her body until a small, soft moan leaves her lips and her movements stop totally.

With half lidded eyes, both look at the other, panting and needy.

“I love you so much, Gio.” Helena whispers, arms around his shoulders. The nervousness from before gone.

“I love you too, Lena.” Giorno whispers back, his hand rubbing small circles around her hip now, and then, sliding down to her thigh. The don then looks down, to the point where their bodies are united and his pupils dilate at the sight. Heart thundering in his chest. “A little bit more and it’s all in, amore.” He whispers, voice raspy now. He knows it’s far from being a little, but telling her there’s still half of it to get inside would make her rush things and possibly get hurt.

Lena nods, “Can we wait a bit, baby? I’m—“

“Yes,—“he says— “all the time you need. And if you need to, we can stop.”

She nods again, hand reaching out to cup his jaw, leaning in for a kiss. At first slow but as time goes by and the feeling goes away she moves again: Giorno breaks the kiss with a whimper, whispering something intelligible in Italian. At his reaction, Lena stops completely, looking at him with worried eyes.

“Are you okay?”

Opening his eyes slowly, Giorno looks at her with a small smile that has her melting in an instant. “I should be the one asking that, doll.”

Lena laughs a bit and they share a goofy smile for a moment, lost in each other’s eyes. Giorno slips his hand to her cheek, making her lean in for another kiss; this time, guiding her for the last time until he bottoms out inside her. With a moan, Lena breaks the kiss and Giorno sighs against her lips, lowering his head to kiss her neck softly, fingers touching and playing with her chest; as she arches her back against him, her fingers sink into his shoulders and Giorno takes that as a signal; wrapping an arm around her hips, Giorno hums and she moans, moving slowly. At first rolling her hips, but as Giorno’s kisses keep and the heat becomes too much, she lifts her hips eventually with Giorno’s help.

“M-merda.” He whispers, teeth nibbling softly at her pulse point. “Lena, let me—“a moan betrays him, and the next time he speaks his voice sounds raspier than before. “Let me take care of you, bella.”

Helena stops, head falling against his shoulder as she pants against his skin, hands holding into him; even with the little exchanging her legs feel tired already.

Giorno turns his head, kissing her forehead and pulling her hair behind her ear to look at her. The blush covering her cheeks and the blissful look in her eyes as they lock eyes tells him everything.  Still, he asks. “Are you okay? Do you want to stop?”

Lena chuckles a little, flashing an ashamed grin at him. “My legs left the chat.”

Giorno’s laugh fills the room like a thunder; throwing his head back, Giorno allows himself the commodity of laughing, something uncommon for his daily routine.

“We can change the position only if you want to keep up.” He offers after, a small yet gentle and caring smile lifting the corners of his lips, pink from all the kisses and bites.

Lena nods, offering then. “Do you need me to stand?”

Giorno shakes his head, adding before she moves. “I’ll help you, don’t worry. Just… Let it to me, okay? You just have to look pretty.” He adds teasingly, smiling at her.

Lena chuckles again, nodding. Giorno looks at her once more as a signal and she wraps her arms around his neck, in the meantime Giorno stands, turning and pulling out, aware of her shaky sigh against his neck as he lays her in the bed.

“Are you okay?” He asks, kneeling between her legs.

Lena nods, reaching out to him, pulling him down for a kiss. Between the kisses, her fingers toy with his hair as his lips press kisses along her neck and collarbones, biting softly or grazing his teeth over her soft skin; her perfume intoxicating him.

“Ready?” he whispers against her ear, hand caressing her leg.

Lena hums and Giorno kneels, gently opening her legs in order to get between, guiding himself against her entrance, the soft whisper leaving his lips making her get lost in the way he speaks and acts; so smooth and calm even if he’s blushing and the nervousness makes him act goofy.

“Ti amo.” Shifting forward to ease himself inside, a low grunt erupts from his throat, watching intently her face, pleasure and surprise once again written all over her features.

“I love you, Gio —I love you so much.” She answers then, arms around his neck. Supporting his weight on his elbows, Giorno stays there for a moment, looking at her and marveling at her features. Her eyes scanning him in the same way; both sighing from time to time as the realization of reality hits them.

“Gio?”

“Lena.”

“Please, move.” She asks and Giorno nods, rolling his hips slowly, leaning down to kiss her as the first whimpers and grunts leave them. Giorno’s hands lacing with hers as he keeps up with the gentle rhythm until she cries out in ecstasy, muttering a small “Please, faster.” That fuels him. As he starts moving faster and she buckles underneath him, his name suddenly the only thing he can hear coming from her between moans and sighs. Giorno’s grunts barely dissimulated as the sensations drive him crazier with each passing second. Hiding his face against her neck, leaving a mark in the moment, Giorno’s raspy voice fills her ears; Italian honeyed words that don’t fail making her unravel.

As the sensation gets stronger, Giorno sneaks a hand between them, rubbing softly her clit: once she cries out he pulls his fingers away, speeding his movements.

“Lena—“ Giorno whispers, a guttural moan leaving his mouth as he leans to kiss her between sighs, “I’m gonna—“

Taking his face between her hands, Giorno’s left hand supports his weight as the other caresses her chest, rolling her nipple between his fingers. “Me too, Gio.”

Closing his eyes and lowering his face to kiss over her chest, Giorno’s movements become messier with each buck as does his grunts that match with her moans.

“Giorno, Giorno— Mhm, baby!” Lena throws her head back, tightening her legs around his waist when she finishes; the pressure making his hips stutter as he reaches his climax too, loud grunts leaving his mouth as his hands grip at her waist.

With one last thrust, Giorno lays on top of her, hands intertwined with hers, mouth against her neck, kissing and whispering sweet nothings in Italian as they try to cool down.

“I love you.” She whispers then, hand rubbing small circles over his back.

“I love you too… More than I could ever scream... I’m going to pull out, okay?”

Lena nods, a blush covering her cheeks. When Giorno pulls out and stands to take the condom off, he also steps into the bathroom, discarding it into the trash can.

Coming back and laying down beside her, Lena wraps her arm around his waist; her leg tangled with his.

Kissing her hair and noticing her perfume still there, Giorno asks. “Water?”

Lena nods and Giorno reaches out easily, shifting slightly to open the water bottle and then, give it to her. Then, Giorno sits behind her, letting her lean against his chest as she drinks down half of the water, sighing when she closes the bottle, and leaning her head against his chest.

Turning his head to the side to kiss her cheek, Giorno wraps his arms around her waist; the nervousness from before gone as he can’t keep his hands off of her now; the warm feeling of his chest making him realize how compete he feels in the moment.

“Gio, we need a bath.” Lena comments and Giorno hums, suddenly remembering something.

“Sure, just let me get something first.” Giorno moves slowly, crawling off of bed, not really bothering about covering himself as he walks to the dresser and retraining a small box, he walks over to the bed soon, sitting in front of his girlfriend.

“I have something for you; I was going to give it to you even if we didn’t make it.”

With a small blush, he hands her the box.

“Gio, I— I didn’t got you anything.” Lena says, worryingly looking up at him.

Giorno’s hand cups her face as he leans to steal a kiss. “It’s okay, this is not about material gifts. I wanted to give this to you for a long time.”

Opening the box, a golden necklace with a rose greets her. Looking at him with eyes the size of dinner plates, Lena’s mouth hangs open. “Turn it around, tesoro.” Giorno says, smiling. Once she does, the date they met carved in the material. Leaving the necklace in its box, Lena reaches out to Giorno, pulling him into a hug, eyes tearing up. “Thank you.” She mutters and Giorno wraps his arms around her waist, letting the warmth of her body pressed against him calm his racing heart.

“C’mon, let’s get that bath. I’ll lend you my clothes.”

[vegetacide]

Whump●tober - Human Shield

Veg-notables:  Ya.. so this happened… sorry in advance. 

As always,  thanks to @gumnut-logic cause she just rocks and is a great parachute-less cliff diving instructor… 

Thunderheads are my peeps.  You guys are the best. 

Obligatory whumptober stuff: @whumptober2019 @la-vie-en-whump

Blanket warning:  Please don’t hit me, I had no control over where this one went. It’s all the TaG bois fault.. They made me do it….

Characters:  Alan, Kayo, Scott and a Vegetable 

Whumptober - TaG universe

Previous part HERE

4. Human Shield 

Enjoy…

oOo

God, why had he done it?  The question circled about in Alan's head endlessly and he was no closer to the answer then he had been when he parked his ass in the hard plastic seat at his brother's bedside.  

With a groan of displeasure, he dropped his tired head into his hands. The exhaustion and worry weighed on him heavily and the walls he'd erected around his emotions were beginning to fail under the pressure.  This just wasn’t fair.

The last week had been test in endurance, an all too common occurrence lately for International Rescue.  The last 24 hours though,  a complete nightmare.  What had started out as standard operation had turned into a complicated mess of secret agendas, hidden rooms and black market profits or so he had gathered from the little snippets he’d heard from Scott’s conversations.  

Alan used ‘conversations’  very loosely though as it had been much more like a verbal assault and evisceration.  Scott; when prompted, was truly masterful and scary at assassination by oral expression. Alan was pretty sure that whomever the words had been directed would be licking their wounds for some time to come. 

Not that any of that creative expression was going to change their current predicament in any way.

Staring blindly at the floor, Alan rubbed at his aching, tired eyes and the whirlwind of this thoughts started up again, circling back to the beginning for a joyful trip down memory lane.  

The snap shots of what his witnessed first hand at that facility made his breath shudder and he clenched his lids to stymie the threatening tears.

‘I will not cry.  I will hold it together.’  He repeated it like a mantra in his head,  lips moving along though no words came out.  

Virgil had only been unconscious for a short time but in that brief measure  Alan swore he had lived a life time. The heft of his brother’s frame slumped against his shoulder as he’d half dragged, half carried the pilot from the newly ignited inferno was an experience he never wanted to revisit. 

The blood; there had been so much of it, had stained the side of his own uniform.  It had seeped into the joints of his chest plating, the seams of his flight suit and had taken hours to get out of the crevasses.  

He’d though at the time as he scrubbed away the evidence of the days events, that everything was going to be just fine.  Virgil was home and resting in the medbay. Being monitored around the clock and tended by his loved ones. 

The idiot had insisted after being patched up for what their family considered a minor laceration - twenty sutures in all - that being home would be more beneficial to his well being and recovery then being cooped up in some GDF medical ward.  

Scott being Scott, hadn’t put up much of a fight and had conceded when Virgil had expertly sweetened the pot. Alan could still see the look in brother’s gaze and hear pleading in his voice as he’d all but begged.     

‘Scott, you know you won’t be satisfied unless you can mother hen.. I’ll submit to whatever you want without complaint.  I just want to go home.’    

Scott had sighed.  The simple sound speaking of the many years and gray hair that the family had added to his tall frame.  With a single nod, a doctor’s sign off and a bucket full of antibiotics and they’d all headed home.   

It had been the wrong move and the repercussions of that decision had yet to fully be revealed.

Within hours of them setting foot on their island paradise the fever had started. Minor at first and brushed off easily with a top of on drugs, wound cleaning and a bandage change. They were tired, worn down and stressed so the temperature spike had been attributed to that.   

A mainland doctor had been consulted just to be safe and the orders of bed rest had been repeated.  

The fever had climbed and the delirium had set in not long after.  

They’d had to resort to restraints just to get him to Auckland. Even with him being drugged and out of it, Virgil was a powerhouse.  It had taken himself, Scott and Gordon to get him secured and stowed away on Two for the short trip to the mainland.  By the time they’d arrived; engines pinging as they cooled from being pushed so hard,   Virgil had slipped into a coma.  

Why?  His tumultuous mind spat out again.  

Why had Virgil insisted on coming home?  

Why had Scott let him? 

Why had his big, stupid brother used own body as a  shield? The idiot didn’t have chest plating like he did, so why?

Walls crumbling, Alan cracked wide open.  Tears welling and spilling over his cheeks.  This wasn’t right.  This couldn’t be happening.  Virgil was dying and they couldn’t do anything to stop it. 

The fleet of Doctors didn’t have a clue as to the cause. They placated and offered their sympathy but they were doing everything they could.  Virgil just wasn’t responding to treatment.  The wound was clean, surgery had confirmed that there was no debris or shrapnel present. Still, the infection raged on. 

More tests were being run. Infectious Diseases had been brought in to assist but still they were doubtful and had said as much to the family.  

The news had destroyed their Grandmother. The usually strong battle axe had just lost too much over the years and the down cast eyes and shaking heads of the doctors broke her. 

A sedative had been administered and the calming presence of Lady Penelope had steered her to a private waiting room to rest.  

The others?  Well, Alan suspected they weren’t faring much better than he was but he hadn’t conversed with them to verify.  They’d just  ghosted in and stay for a while and ghosted back out again, registering much more than that had been beyond Alan.  

Regaining some semblance of control over himself, Alan wiped at his face and looked over to the bed and the still figure that laid upon it.  Monitors blipped with readings for heart rate, oxygen saturation levels, blood pressure and temperature.  

He was well versed in form and function of each machine and in this situation he wished he wasn’t. All they did was emphasis that death was creeping into the sterile room one blip at a time. Turning his gaze away from them almost immediately, he took in the ghost like appearance of his sibling. 

Virgil’s hair hung dark and limp over his sweat dampened brow. Dark shadows bruised the hallows of his eyes, lightly tacked shut with surgical tape.   An intubation tube snaked down his throat and was feeding his failing lungs oxygen via a mechanical ventilator. He looked waxen and unreal except for the shallow rise and fall of his chest. 

Every manner of mechanized assistance was being utilized and even to Alan’s young mind, he knew things were bleak.  He’s seen and been witness to just too many things to think otherwise.  

Reaching over he took one cold hand in his own and dropped his head to the back of it, mindful of the IV lines and O2 monitor.  “Virgil,  please.”  He begged, his breath hitching as a new wave of tears threatened.  “You can’t do this to us…”

The soft hand that landed on his shoulder surprised him and made him squeak in a way that he didn’t care for.  Jumping up and turning, he came face to face with the one person that had been missing through all of this.  

Tanusha “Kayo” Kyrano, stood pale and for the first time since he had known her,  small before him.  A twitch of a smile, tweaked the corner of her lip but it didn’t reach her red rimmed eyes.  

“Hey.”  Her voice was hoarse,

“Kayo..”  Alan didn’t know what to say to her.  Really what was there that he could say.  Instead he opened his arms in invitation.  She accepted and stepped into his embrace,  strong, slender arms wrapping around him, head falling to his shoulder.  

Holding her slim form he whispered in her ear. “I am so so sorry…”  

She pulled back from him, eyes flashed with a hint of anger.  “This wasn’t your fault, Alan so don’t you dare blame yourself for it.”  

Alan swallowed, shocked by the strength of the vehemence behind her words. “Kayo….”

“No!”  She cut him off.  “The blame lies in someone else’s hands and I will not let this family suffer more for their actions. Do you hear me?”

Alan nodded. 

“Good.”  

It was then that he noticed Scott standing by the large windowless door.  His arms crossed protectively over his chest,  shoulders slouched, his dark brown hair in complete disarray as if his hand had carelessly racked through it countless times.

Piercing blue eyes stood out in stark relief and looked directly into his own, his brow arching up in question.  

Alan gave a nod in understanding and stepped back from Kayo,  hands resting on her arms. “I’m going to go take a walk.. I need some air.  Do you want anything?”  

Kayo’s weakly shook her head, her pale green eyes now glued to the bed. 

Giving her arm a supportive squeeze, he stepped past her and made for the door.  Passing through on the tail of Scott into the busy hallways beyond. 

As the door started to quietly close, he glanced back and pulled up short..  His hand shooting out to bar the progress of the hinged obstruction that was determined to separate them.  

He watched unable to command his body to move as the solitary tear carved a path down Kayo’s finely boned face. Her lips were moving in what he could only guess was silent prayer as her fingers twirled a strand of Buddhist prayer beads.  The length sliding through her daft digits over and over again with each silent utterance.  

The pain blooming in his chest caused his breath to catch in his throat and Alan grabbed at the door frame to steady himself. This wasn’t fair.  Oh God, it wasn’t fair.  

And as he stood vigil, bearing witness to the sad, tender moment between his fallen brother and his adoptive sister the soft light of the setting sun peeked through a small fissure in the blinds. Haloed,  Kayo lent down over the shell of a once strong man, pressed her brow to his own and wept. 

oOo

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[noritoshiikamo]

this is how you fall in love

pairing: kuroo tetsuroo + fem!oc genre: friends into lovers fluff with slight suggestive end tags//warning: nothing major // slight suggestive at the end if you squint enough note: the obligatory trio of mine: not well edited, lowercase intended, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it. o wow look ive been posting back to back, ive been writing nonstop lately watch me ghost my stories in few weeks guys my brain = rotting, plus lately ive been feeling emotionally abuseddrained so i need something fluffy

listen to this is how you fall in love by jeremy zucker + chelsea cutler for maximum feels

“you’re a lifesaver.”

kuroo huffed, eyes rolling back with a small laugh as he unlaced his sneakers and slipped the room slipper on. it was odd to see the gymnasium without any nets or balls sprawled around. the gym has been closed for a week now in preparation for the upcoming open school event and currently under the art club’s jurisdiction. under her jurisdiction with her canvases and paints and it pained him to see her ruining his sacred place. he carried two plastic bags and holding two boba teas in the same hand. he wasn’t sure which one she was more excited for; the boba, the paints she made him ran to an art supply shop or him. she reached out, the bobas in his hand exchanged as she settled it on the floor, and she squealed at the sight of the plastic bag. he frowned.

yup, not him.

tins of different colors of paint that she ran out mid painting that she forgot to buy had her dialing his number and now it’s all here. all thanks to kuroo tetsuro. she grimaced at the price tags; it was costly than her usual one. usually, she would’ve gotten her supplies online, but desperate measure calls for desperate solution. she could always claim her expenses with the club. typical kuroo, she huffed. he always preached about getting the best, not minding the price tags but she’ll be the victim of his nonstop complaining that he’s getting broke every single day. she tucked a stray hair back and mentally counted how much she owed the man as she arranged the tins on the table.

kuroo noticed that look; same look she had when they are in the math class and he clicked his tongue, “tch, you’re not paying.”

“i’m reimbursing you with the club money,” she shook her head and reached for her bag, “please kuroo, it’s so expensive.”

he reached for her wrist and she dropped the tote bag as he invaded her space. kuroo rested the palm of her hand right above his heart, his own around the waist and another under her chin as he tilted her chin up. his heartbeat was erratic, and she flushed. “it’s okay,” he said, softly. her lips formed into a small pout and he fought the urge to just kiss her.

their dynamic is something even kenma couldn’t figure it out.

they weren’t exactly dating. they are friends, close friends, and classmates. it has always been him, her and occasionally yaku; creating the chaotic duo/trio of class 5. they both played volleyballs, both captains while he’s the middle blocker, she’s their female team’s setter. they knew a lot of each other’s friends from other schools; he was the reason why she dated akaashi keiji from the first place. it was selfish of kuroo to admit to bokuto a month after they started dating that he disliked the idea of them together. typical kuroo is no longer snarky, he felt lost, felt like he was losing his other half. so, he confided to his close friend, the simpleton ace.

“you didn’t make any moves, kuroo, you can’t blame them.”

bokuto noted as them both stared at the two setters, playing around the fallen cherry blossoms. bokuto never seen akaashi smiled that much and kuroo could only wished that she smiled the same way to him. kuroo stared at the half bitten onigiri he’d been holding, suddenly every bite he took tasted bitter. every trace of akaashi on her gave him bitter taste. she liked wearing akaashi’s jersey; kuroo longed to see her in his own numbered jersey; she’s his number one after all. her own jersey number is as same as akaashi. it’s not like kuroo could hate anything he did; he treated her well. akaashi was a perfect boyfriend and everyone knew. that’s why kuroo hates him; he gave him no reason to hate the dude. it didn’t last long however, they drifted apart 6 months later, sending her to kuroo’s doorstep soaked in rain.

he stared at her soaked figure with no thoughts in mind.

“he dumped me,” she said, voice hoarse and shivering.

he was alone and was about to leave for kenma’s, but he couldn’t leave her alone. dropping his keys on the small table by the door, he threw his jacket back in the closet. “come in,” he whispered, pulling her figure in. dropping her bag on the floor, she clutched on his sleeves as she kicked off her soaking shoes. “i’m sorry, my mom isn’t home and i can’t find my keys,” she was a blabbering mess and he hushed her. he left her for a few minutes, coming back with a steaming towel and a clean shirt and pants. “it’s from the dryer. you can borrow my sister’s clothes,” grabbing her hands, they ran upstairs where he took her to the bathroom. she was too quiet, so he called her name. when she looked up to him, her eyes were red. she was no longer crying, more confused and upset. her cheeks flushed and he could see her teeth chattering. he wished nothing but to throw his fist at the man. finally, he got a reason to square up the stoic man; he always hates the way nothing could riled up akaashi.

“he’s stupid for doing you like this.”

she shook her head, “it’s nobody’s fault.”

“then stop blaming yourself,” he ruffled her hair, a small smile appeared from the corner of her lips as she watched him disappeared closing the door behind him. he left her with the hot water running, urgently grabbing the mop and bucket from the kitchen, and wiping the trail of her soaked feet has left before it could ruin the wooden floor.

cant come over, busy, ill tell u later

kuroo texted kenma. the pudding head left him on read.

they spend the night together, sitting on the floor with pillows pilling against the end of the bed as they sat in arms. he had his tv opened to one of the late-night game show. they sat in silence, her head rested on his shoulder and her lips pressed into a tiny line. at the corner of his eyes, he could see her phone’s notifications blaring despite being on mute. the number isn’t saved but it was familiar. she deleted his number already, probably out of rage, but it’s a good step.

tell me where you want me to drop your stuff im sorry i hope youre okay y/n? i heard it was storming did you make it back home? give me a call im calling you okay?

just as like what the message stated, the unknown number called her. it startled her which startled him too. she stared down on the screen, he noticed the grip on the phone and wondered how the phone did not break yet. “can you answer it for me?” she said, holding the phone out to the black-haired man. shocked, he took the phone and pressed the green button. he pressed the phone to his ear and heard her name being called.

“hey man,” kuroo cleared his throat, “listen-”

“she’s with you?” the voice- akaashi asked.

looking down on the girl who was pretending to not have any interest in the call at all, eyes focused on the gameshow, kuroo sighed.

“she is. listen, i think you should leave her alone.”

“kuroo, i know about your feelings. for her. bokuto-san told me about it. if you think that this is the proper way to get her when she’s vulne-”

kuroo bit the inside of his cheeks. he was offended that akaashi dared to call him out like that. “so, what? she made her pick,” the girl turned to face him, brows up wondering what they are talking about.

“that’s low, even for you, kuroo-san.”

their eyes met. he didn’t even realize how deep the cut on his palm where he had balled his fingers into a fist until she touched it. he calmed down. “you hurt her. you have no right to say what’s low or not. be a bigger man, leave her alone,” he muttered flatly, before ending the call. they didn’t break eye contact until he realized what he had done.

“i-i shouldn’t have done that.”

she shook her head, “stop blaming yourself,” a small smile on her face.

that was 3 months ago.

kuroo had made moving on easy for her. akaashi and her remained friendly, although kuroo noticed that she tended to avoid him when possible. the breakup was indeed mutual, but merely on the fact that he lost feelings. akaashi had fallen out of love with her and in love with some other girl but who was she to judge when she was falling in love with the rooster head in silence. they still hang out with bokuto and akaashi but rarely with the latter.

she made him apologized to the fukurodani’s setter too and they remained on friendly term, still practiced together whenever they have training camps together where akaashi had admitted one training night that kuroo and her looks better together. kuroo didn’t say anything, not that he knew what to reply to that (his mind scream fuck yeah we do) but shrugged at his statement. “i guess dating her made you less pain in the ass, kuroo-san,” akaashi joked as they resumed the game.

kuroo was pulled back to reality when he felt his lips brushed against something. his eyes widened when he realized what it was. a quick kiss from her. he blinked frantically, trying to comprehend what had just happened which caused the girl to laugh. “did you just?” he asked confused by what had just happened which she nodded. she bit her bottom lip to hold herself from bursting into a laugh. “god, you should see your face. it’s so stupid. and every girl called you the playboy captain huh?”

he huffed and rolled his eyes, “i am not. i’ve been loyal to one girl for many years now, she is the one who hasn’t notice me at all,” he faked his pout, refused to look her directly in the eyes, praying that she wouldn’t notice his reddening cheeks.

“she must’ve been so stupid,” she teased, her nose rubbing gently against his jawline as she rested her figure against his closer. his chin rested against her head.

“she is,” he looked down on her, his arms around her waist tighter, “i don’t think she knows this but if she leaves me, i think i’ll be so broken inside. is it selfish to say that?” a small frown appeared on her face.

“i don’t think she ever talked about leaving you.”

a grin grew on his face, “so you know who i’m talking about huh?” she fell into his trap. she rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out, calling him stupid. he studied her face, his grin softened into what yaku and his volleyball team called the kuroo is stupidly in love with y/n but refused to admit face. his fingers ran into her hair which she had been growing out in few months down to her shoulder because she thinks that he likes her better that way. the way she tried to subtly put on make up to look better that the other girls who’s shamelessly flirting with him. she was too stupid to realize that he had loved her beyond that.

he loves the rough pads on her hands from holding her paintbrushes and volleyball. he loves that she works hard for everything she’s doing be it studying, volleyball or arts, she would put her blood, sweat and tears into it. he loves that she would wait for him to buy lunch so they can eat together in class. he would buy her a box of milk which she insisted that she doesn’t need too; but he convinced it would be good for her. he wants the best for her.

he loves that all the missing clothes he’s complaining about is in the back of her closet or on her. his cream hoodie hanging behind her closet door, his random pile of t-shirts in a basket on the floor of her closet that he liked to left beside the mix pile of her shoes and his one big ass nike shoes. her room isn’t messy, it is because she kept the messiness in her closet. she also like to keep random stuff of him too. the one medal he won from a science fair hung on the headboard of her bed, the misshapen looking hand wax sculpture of their hands intertwined from a funfair where she rested a purikura of them on it and a lucky bamboo plant he gave on her birthday to compromise on the no gift rule.

“for luck,” he grinned.

unlike hers, he kept her item neatly in his drawer. your spare shirts that he borrowed and refused to return, extra towel and her toiletries, some of her drawing blocks and a small cat shaped pouch where she kept her allergies medication. mostly hidden because his annoying friends come over often and would accidentally talk about it in front of his grandparents. but, on his bedside table, he has a cup of pencils by the bed where he collected the art supplies she left behind, random markers and paintbrushes, a clay sculpture of a trinket plate she made from art club (she carved a tiny letter k in the corner beside the obvious looking genitalia drawing) and a fake plant which she was sure he will not be able to kill it.

he loves it when she wore his jersey. he lost his mind when he found out that her current season number is the same as his. he’s in love. the first time he saw her in his jersey, the number one jersey on her body was during their training. he lost concentration; mouth hung a bit. he got so flustered that he let lev served the ball straight to his head. usually, lev would be dead by now, but he doesn’t mind. his nose bled but to see her kneel beside him, clutching on his own shirt screaming how stupid he is, wiping the blood away with towel, he could only say how pretty she looked. all his teammates were startled, her included. she clutched on his collar angrily; her knees stung from when she leaped down to his side, but this idiot could only smile at her with a bloody nose. “you are fucking idiot,” she cried out angrily, pushing him away before throwing the towel on his face leaving the pleased third year laying on the floor.

he loves the way she would find a way to impress him, be it as ridiculous as the halloween costume idea she had where they’ll go as the front and end of a horse or as serious as the submitted college application to the same university he had gotten into. “you are not getting rid of me that easily, tetsu,” the evil look on her face as she clicked the submit button send shivers down his spine.

“if you leave, i think i’ll cry,” he confessed, his smile slowly died.

“kuroo tetsuro is going to cry after me?” she teased. he nodded eagerly. “does kuroo tetsuro realized that we are literally moving into the same university? i couldn’t catch a break from him,” she faked her annoyance which he playfully avenged by sending her on the floor laughing as he tickled her. tears trickled down her cheeks as she begged him to stop, screaming to get away from his grip. “please, kuroo, i’m going to pee if you don’t stop!” he obliged, tears prickled the corner of his own eyes from laughing too much. straddling her waist, he gathered her wrists in one hand over her head. “apologize and said that kuroo tetsuro is the best man in your life or i swear i’ll make you pee,” he threatened her playfully, wiggling the fingers of his free hand close to her waist. her eyes widened in fears.

“that’s not fair!”

“apologize first.”

“fine!” she pouted, “i’m sorry, i won’t make fun of you again. now get off me!”

he raised his eyebrow, “andddd?”

“annddd-” a teasing smile appeared on her face as she said the next 5 words that send him to mars and back; “i love you kuroo tetsuro.”

he froze in shock. he heard the words before but never in this way; never for him.

finally, i think i got the calculation, love you yaku! lev you’re adorable but so stupid, i love it! thank you for letting me borrow your game, kenma. you’re the best, love ya!

the grip on her wrists loosened. taking advantage of his shock state, she pushed him back, straddling him by the waist, pinning his own hands above his head, giving him the taste of his own medicine. “i’m not going to leave your sorry ass, tetsu. i hope you don’t regret it,” she leaned down, capturing his lips with a longer kiss. letting go of his wrist, her hand went immediately into his rooster hair while another cupped his cheek, deepening their kiss. she could feel his cold palm resting against her bare waist and she shuddered. between the kisses, he heard her whispering his name. “kuroo, do you love me too?” she asked so innocently with kisses between the words but the way she grabbed a handful of his hand in a fist felt so dirty, eliciting a strangled moan from the back of his throat. she pulled back, staring down on his eyes as his lips moved.

“i love you too.”

nothing in his hazel eye but sincerity. he groaned when she pulled herself out of his reach, missing her warm body as she laughed. straightening her sweater back, pulling her hair back up into a tighter ponytail before she picked up the paintbrush she dropped. the paintbrush left a white stain on the court. as if kuroo wasn’t here, whimpering underneath her a minute ago, she continued her work. “i need to finish the mural by this week and you’re not exactly helping me,” she warned him, pointing the wet brush his direction. through the corner of her eyes, he was propped on his elbows, still staring at her, causing her to blush profusely. it annoyed him that she would tease him, then leaving him high and dry. before she could crack open the new paint tin, he ignored her warning as he tackled her back into his arms.

breathless against her lips, he told her to continue later. the urgency and rawness of his voice made her putty immediately. looking up the man, she pouted her lips.

“kuroo-san,” she whined as he captured her bottom lips.

he elicited a soft moan from the girl. he grinned against her lips. a hand rested firmly beside her head while another snaked under the sweater. there will be bruise tomorrow, she was sure of it, he will make sure of it.

“it will be quick, baby. i promise.”

she has no objection.

[edmunderson]

21 questions

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rules: answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you'd like to know better

1) Name: Marshall

2) Nickname: Mars, Mash (came from Jaime and Marie becuz of a typo)

3) Zodiac: capricorn

4) Favorite Musicians/groups: Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance (ya might outgrow 2000s emo phase but the music is forever lmao), Gerard Way, Florence + the Machine, The Killers, Orville Peck, Brockhampton, Refused, Ghost, RAMIREZ, Rob Zombie, Talking Heads, Gorillaz, Concrete Blonde, Stromae, Halsey, Lorde, Crystal Bats, Volbeat, Natalia Lafourcade, The Last Shadow Puppets, Foo Fighters, Oren Lavie, Lizzo, & honorable mention Tiny Meat Gang

5) Favorite Sports Team: i'm not really into watching sports, but i'm from the Chicago area so like, obligatory Cubs fan. probably would've chosen them anyway because they were cursed by a goat for a century

6) Other Blogs: none i barely run this one and it's mostly just used to yell into the void and laugh at memes

7) Do You Get Asks?: once in a blue moon basically

8) How Many Blogs Do You Follow?: technically 2648, but like 98% aren't active anymore and i've just never gotten around to clearing them out

9) Tumblr Crushes?: i'm so sorry but idk what this means?????

10) Lucky Numbers: uhhh... 42? I guess????

11) What Are You Wearing Right Now?: black jeans and a blue t-shirt

12) Dream Vacation: preferably just launch me into space so i can chill and just look at stars & nebulas, but realistically? India and New Zealand

13) Dream Car: 1969 ford mustang

14) Favorite Food: Denny's hashbrowns. i go wild for that shit, probably becuz it's my go to when i go drinking w/ friends

15) Drink of Choice: coffee

16) Instruments: violin and i was terrible lmao couldn't keep a beat and it took me two years to go from B section to back of A section. I hated every minute of it. wouldn't mind learning bass guitar or cello though

17) Languages: hella bad at French (barely remember any of it now), bits and pieces of Spanish (it was required in Illinois in grade school, not sure if it still is), trying to learn ASL

18) Celebrity Crush: Keanu Reeves and Ron Perlman

19) Random Fact: i got tossed from a horse as a kid. cracked my tailbone and fucked up both my knee & shoulder on the landing. i immediately got back in the saddle instead of going to the hospital which i now regret because i never healed right

20) Favorite Ecosystem: desert (where i live now) and beach (idk if that counts)

21) Favorite Cat Species: other than housecats?? Servals

tagging: idk whoever wants to typing this out on mobile was a Mistake