#ps: I'm sorry for my terrible English

[otherone12]

Hi, I'm obsessed with the way you write your stories and I'd like to ask for a request, it's the first time I've done one but I love your stories. I'd like to ask you for one about basement gee x reader (the plot doesn't matter) but I'd like something smut (of course one where both are of legal age) but I'd like to see gerard as someone who is geeky and is in love (somewhat sickly) with the reader

I'm sorry if it's weird, and also English is not my first language so I'm sorry if the wording of the message is bad.

I’m Awkward, Not Dangerous!

Basement!Gerard Way x Reader

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Hi!!! Omg, I'm glad you like my fics <3 !!! And also thanks for requesting!! I really loved the idea!! Well, I tried to make his nerdy side very visible, mainly by making him very weird in terms of social relationships and some geek references along in the story. Ngl, I had to write this one like three times, 'cause was never good enought, but I think it's nice now lol. I hope you like it! (If it turned out too different from what you imagined, let me know and I'll try to fix it :) )

(If u have some suggestion, idea, or request, just drop it! )

Summary: It suppoused to be another day, but things turned a different when Gerard invite you to watch a movie in his basement, let's just say he REALLY likes you, and you discovered this in the creepy way possible. (I'm terrible at writing summaries)

- Word Count: 3.000

- Warnings: afab SMUT, awkward gerard.

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps2: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language ... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV

School sucks, our senior year was supposed to be a little funnier, right? Unfortunately, that's not what's happening, but it's infinitely better when they're with me.

Sometimes we spent entire periods outside the classroom, just chatting about anything and listening to our favorite bands, while we smoke behind the bleachers.

This was another one of those afternoons, where one less math lesson didn't make any difference, and it seemed much more interesting to hear Frank make jokes about someone's clothes. Followed by Mikey update us on the latest gigs in town, or Ray making insightful comments on every topic that comes up.

Sometimes, Gerard talks about the backstories of the heroes he created, so we spend hours thinking of outfits and some scenes that might be cool. Is really cute when he gets all excited talking about things he likes.

After a while, the conversation starts to wind down. Frank is scrolling through his phone, muttering something about needing to practice with his band. Mikey checks the time and mentions that his work shift was going to start. Ray says he has to study for some test he has tomorrow, and heads out first, leaving the rest of us behind with a lazy wave.

- Guess that’s it for me, folks. - Frank said, getting up - if I miss one more essay they'll look for another guitarist.

- I think I'll go too - Mikey stubbed out his cigarette and picked up his backpack, making his way to the video store - but I'll probably be home by 9pm… maybe later if Pete and I go drink something after the shift.

Within minutes, it’s just Gerard and I.

He’s sitting a little awkwardly, tucking strands of hair behind the ear, like he’s waiting for the right moment to say something. It’s sweet how shy he gets sometimes, especially when the others aren’t around to drown out the silence. There’s always something a little different about him when it’s just the two of us.

- So, uh…- He cleared his throat. - Do you... wanna come over? I was gonna watch that new horror movie I told you about. The really bad one with the cheesy practical effects…

His voice was low, and he blinked with his beautiful hazel eyes, pleading. After a few seconds, he gave a shy, hopeful smile.

- I mean, only if you’re not busy or anything…

- Nope, I’m totally free. - I smiled at him, excited to watch the movie with him.

The walk to Gerard’s house is filled with easy conversation. He talks about the movie, rambling about the director’s other films, his company was really nice, actually. Every now and then, my shoulder brushes his, and I swear I catch him glancing at me from the corner of his eye. Wasn’t something bothering, but it’s kinda… weird?

When we finally reach Gerard’s place, he fumbled with his keys at the front door, a little too eager.

- My parents aren’t home… - He said, being a bit surprised - Well, I'm gonna fix the things in my room in the basement… Can you wait a minute?

he scratched the back of his neck, apparently nervous, so I let out a smile in an attempt to comfort him. I understand that since we hadn't arranged it beforehand, he didn't have time to prepare or anything.

- Sure!

- I’ll be right back - Gerard rushed to his basement, and I stayed in the living room of Way’s house.

Looking around, I saw family pictures, some paints on the wall, books, a pretty carpet… It was a pretty house. Wasn’t long before Gerard returned from the basement, nodding and beckoning me to follow.

Wasn’t the first time I went to his basement, but I was never alone with him.

It’s cluttered but cozy, just like the other times: comics spread out on his bed, action figures on shelves, and posters of old movies plastered along the walls. His bed was covered with a batman sheet, and he gestures toward it with an awkward smile.

- Make yourself comfortable. - Again, he rushed away, going to the kitchen - I’ll grab drinks.

I sat down, noticing the little details scattered everywhere. He even has a stack of DVDs, just waiting to be watched. It’s easy to see how much of himself Gerard has poured into this space, and somehow, that makes it feel intimate.

He came back with two cans of soda, handing me one as he flops onto the bed beside me. His knee bumped into mine, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he pressed play on the remote, the movie starting with a dramatic, over-the-top horror intro.

As the lights dim and the movie flickers to life, I notice Gerard sneaking a glance my way. It’s quick, like he’s checking to see if I’m still there or if I’ve evaporated into thin air. He shifted in his seat, awkwardly pulling his hoodie sleeves over his hands.

I tried to focus on the screen, I really do, but out of nowhere, his hand brushes against mine. It was kind of an accidental touch, my heart raced, but I didn’t move it.

After some seconds of just the sound of the movie filling the room, Gerard cleaned his throat and took a deep breath, like he was trying to take courage to say something.

- Y’know… - I turned my attention to him - I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.

I Glance at him, and he’s looking at the TV like he’s afraid it might explode if he makes eye contact with me.

- Do what? - I asked, trying not to sound as jittery as I feel.

- Uh... spend time with just you. - He scratched the back of his neck, and his gaze moved from the tv to me.

I didn’t know what to say, so I defaulted to my nervous habit, fiddling with my bracelet, twisting it around my wrist like it holds the answer to every awkward situation. Gerard noticed, of course, because apparently, he has a PhD in Me Studies.

- You don’t have to be nervous, sugar.

“Sugar”? He never called me that way before. But he kept talking, like it wasn’t a big deal. I did not protest, I actually kinda liked it.

- You always mess with that bracelet when you’re nervous. - He said like it was something obvious - It’s... kinda cute.

I shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable, only to realize: Gerard isn’t watching the movie. He’s watching me. And he’s terrible at being subtle about it.

Before I can process what’s happening, he slips his hand into mine, like a middle-schooler figuring out how to hold hands for the first time. His palm is warm, a little sweaty, okay, a lot of sweat, but weirdly... I didn’t mind.

It wasn't as if I didn't like him, maybe I really liked him too, I'd just never thought about it before. Back to the movie, my mind was filled with a million other things to think about, so I couldn't even focus on looking at the screen. My gaze traveled around the room, but something caught my eye: a small, familiar notebook lying half-tucked beneath a pile of DVDs on the coffee table really close to his bed.

The same notebook Gerard always carries with him at school, the one he’s always scribbling in during lunch or between classes. I couldn’t help myself to take advantage of Gerard's distraction, and I flipped it open. 

My eyes went wide and my heart skipped a beat when I saw what was inside that notebook. Pages and pages of photos of me. Some printed, others cut out from old Polaroids. All of them are candid shots, taken without my knowledge. There’s one of me smoking behind the bleachers, another of me laughing with Mikey, and several from school, walking to class, sitting at my desk, leaning against my locker.

Each one is accompanied by small, scribbled notes in Gerard’s messy handwriting. Things like “She looks so pretty here.” or “I wish this was just the two of us.” … Along with sketches of portraits, pieces of comics that meant something in our “relationship”. There were sketches of us together, drawn in different comic styles, one of us as Jedi, another as superheroes, and even one as cartoon vampires, all accompanied by little speech bubbles with inside jokes.

Every page flipped, I got even more shocked about the large amount of content he has there. Things from years ago, and the last things were from the last days.

- Hey... What are you looking at? - His voice is soft, but there’s an edge to it now, a note of panic creeping in.

I glance up to see Gerard frozen in place, his hazel eyes wide with fear as he notices the notebook in your hands.

- W-where did you…? - He mumbled, turning bright red, embarrassed - Uh... I can explain! Wait, no, I mean- don't freak out... It’s... okay, it looks bad, but it’s not that bad.

He let go from my hand and got up, rubbing his hands together nervously. he began to pant, and his countenance indicated that he was desperately looking for an excuse.

- Well, it is exactly what it looks like! - I yell, turning back to the notebook, still shocked, analyzing every page.

He turned around, rubbing one of his hands over his face in a messy motion. Before long, he began to walk around the room in circles, while his shaky voice continued to speak.

- Oh God, I’m gonna die. Yep. This is how I die. - he murmured to himself, before facing me again - Just bury me under these comics.

Before i could say anything, he blurts:

- Okay, look… it’s not like I’m a total creep, okay? I-I just... thought you looked cool... like, really cool, and, um - The words rushed out of his mouth, as if he had stopped thinking and was just throwing anything to ease the situation -… okay, I might have taken some pictures without asking… b-but it’s not like ‘weird’ weird! It’s... more... uh... admiration?

I couldn't hide my look of confusion. At the same time as I wanted to get out of there, I didn't want to. It was obviously strange, but at the same time it was adorable the way he noticed me. The things he wrote in that notebook said so much more than I could have imagined he felt. Not giving me time to think about what to say, he kept going.

- I thought, y'know, maybe if I... cataloged- no, wait, bad word… uh, recorded...? - He groans - I swear I sound less creepy in my head.

- Look, I was gonna tell you... - He insists, fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie. - I mean, not like this, obviously. 

He catched my confused expression and groans again.

-Ugh, you probably think I’m a total loser now.

The more he spoke, the less frightening the situation became and the cuter he seemed to me. So I stood up, in a failed attempt to calm him down, but the result was the complete opposite.

- Wait! Please don’t go. I-I know this is... a lot. But I promise I’m not some psycho. - He pauses, then adds, - Like, I’m awkward, not dangerous! 

I don't know where that feeling came from. Maybe it's always been there. I wanted to hug him, kiss him and tell him that it was fine, that I knew he wasn’t a psycho. 

 - Okay, okay! I know I’m weird, but... don’t leave me hanging here. Please. I really... like you. - the statement caught me off guard. it's not as if it wasn't obvious, but I wasn't prepared.  -  Like, more than I ever thought possible.

The way he looks at me, a perfect mix of nervous wreck and hopeful puppy is strangely endearing. Something about his awkward honesty makes it impossible to walk away. So I finally react, letting a grin escape from the corner of my lip. 

- You’re such a dork, Gee. - I chuckled, and his eyes opened wide.

- W-wait, does that mean…? - A confused happiness made Gerard freeze and look directly at me. 

-Yeah. - I approached him, smiling and rolling my eyes - I think I like you too, you idiot.

-Oh my God… - his hazel eyes glowed and a huge smile formed in his pink lips - this is like one of those rom-coms where the nerd actually wins?!

I shook my head, laughing at his words. He’s still red-faced and fumbling, but it’s clear now: he’s just a lovable, geeky mess who adores me in his own awkward way.

- No pressure or anything, but, uh... If we were in a romance movie, this would be the part where the two leads kiss.

I chuckled and my lips reached his. The warm sensation filled my body, the kiss was sloppy and desperate, felt like something he was holding for too long, something he couldn’t deal with anymore. His hands held my waist, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He let out a soft moan and pulled back only to whisper:

- This feels like... you know... that scene in Return of the Jedi when-

- Gerard, - I interrupted, laughing. - Less Star Wars and more kissing, please.

- Right, yeah, sorry. - He turned bright red.

Gerard catched my lips again, deeper this time, with a bit more confidence. His hand slid to my waist, thumb brushing lazy circles against my skin, and his tongue explored my mouth, while he laid me down on his bed. His lips trailing down to my neck, scattering kisses that made my whole body buzz.

-You smell amazing. Like... that forest level in that one game. You know, the one where…

He trailed off, realizing how silly it sounded, but the look on his face was too earnest to be embarrassed.

- You are such a dork. - I laughed again, running my fingers through his messy hair. 

- Yeah, but I’m your dork, - he murmured, nuzzling into the crook of my neck, planting soft kisses along my collarbone.

His touch was gentle but hungry, as if each kiss, each brush of his fingers, was an apology for all the moments he’d spent longing for this. 

When he slid his hands under my shirt, he paused, looking at me with wide, nervous eyes. 

- Is this... okay? - he asked, shyly. The insecurity in his tone of voice was adorable, no more so than the sparkle in his eyes as he saw me give him a nod, lifting my arms so he could pull the shirt over my head. His gaze lingered on me, admiration glowing in his eyes. - Wow... You’re so -

- Gerard.-  I touched his face, guiding him back down for another kiss. - You’re doing fine.

He smiled, clearly relieved, and kissed me again, this time more eagerly. His hands, still trembling slightly, found their way to the button of my jeans. He fumbled for a moment, biting his lip in concentration. 

Once my jeans were off, he took a moment to just look at me, his hands resting on my hips as if grounding himself. 

- I don’t want to mess this up -  he whispered. 

- You’re not messing anything up, Gee..- i calmed him, brushing a thumb over his flushed cheek - Just... keep going

That was all the encouragement he needed. He kissed me again, his hands moving with a little more certainty now, sliding beneath my bra to touch bare skin. I gasped, arching into his touch, and he let out a shaky breath, somewhere between a moan and a laugh.

When he finally got out of his clothes, struggling with his belt in the process,

 -  Stupid thing… -  he muttered  flustered and I couldn't stop smiling. 

He was trying so hard, and there was something endearing about how eager yet unsure he was.

He kissed me again, slower this time, savoring the moment as his hands trailed down to my thighs, spreading them gently. His boxers were the last to go, and when I felt him against me, the heat between us became impossible to ignore.

- I’ve dreamed about this, - Gerard admitted breathlessly, kissing the side of my neck. - About you... For so long.

I felt my body react to him instinctively, desire building with every brush of his skin against mine. When he paused, hovering just at the edge, his eyes searched mine one last time.

- Is this okay? -  he whispered, his voice low and full of both need and vulnerability.

- Yes,-  I breathed, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. - I want this, Gee.

And then, with a slow, careful thrust, his cock was inside me. I gasped, gripping his hair as my body adjusted to the sensation. The burn was sweet and overwhelming.

He started moving, hesitant at first, like he was still learning how to sync with me. But every time I moaned his name, he seemed to gain a little more confidence, his rhythm becoming more certain, more desperate.

The heat between us grew, the room filled with soft gasps and whispered encouragement. His hands roamed my body, one settling on my waist, the other cradling my face as if I were something precious. As deeper he was coming I felt the tension coil in my stomach, tighter and tighter, until I was teetering right on the edge. 

- I’m close…

- Do it, sugar, - he panted, his voice thick with need. - Cum for me.

With a final thrust, the pleasure crashed over me like a wave. I clenched around him, clinging to him, nails digging into his back as I moaned his name, lost in the intensity of it.

Gerard groaned, his movements faltering as he reached his own release. The warmth of the ropes of his cum filling me up pushed me deeper into my own bliss, and we stayed like that, tangled together, catching our breath.

He pressed a lazy kiss to my shoulder, his body still trembling slightly. 

- Wow… -  he whispered, sounding both dazed and amazed. - That was... better than any dream I’ve ever had.

I laughed softly, brushing damp hair from his forehead. 

- Yeah. Way better.

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~ sooo, that's it! Let me know if you liked! :)

[percheduphere]

Hi! Firstly, I wanted to say, I LOVE your analysis, and your detailed deep dive into characters!!! I love your view of Sylvie, and I especially love your metas on Mobius (my beloved). I always jump with happiness, when your new meta shows up! :D Anyway, I wanted to ask - I know, you mentioned it many times but - how do you think the timeline of falling in love for the other looked like? I was thinking about it a lot. Like when Loki started to fall for Mobius? How s2e1 and the fact, that Mobius didn't remember him impacted him? What you think, that was THE moment, when Loki fall for Mobius as heard as he could? And what was the moment he realized he loved him? (and what did he THINK ABOUT THAT????) Also how do you think he was copying with this love for Mobius for those centuries in a loop?? ... And same for Mobius :D When do you think he actually fell for THIS specific Loki? When did he had that OH moment? :D (when he realized he love him) (Also how the 1893 DATE impacted them??? xD ) And lastly, what they think the other is feeling? They seem to me, like classic IDIOTS IN LOVE trope, but I would really REALY love to see your thoughts on that!!! Once again, I thank you for all your work, you're brilliant (I fell in love with your meta on sense and sensibility) Have a great day!!! ❤️ PS: I'm sorry for mistakes (I'm terrible at English) Tru

LET'S TALK ABOUT WHEN THEY STARTED FALLING FOR EACH OTHER

As always, thank you to all the lovely gif artists who make my metas possible.

Thank you so much for your patience @trutrustories!

With respect to the individual timelines of when Mobius and Loki "fall for each other", obviously my take is subjective and there are plenty of viewers who don't see any romantic angle between them at all. That's fine because even without the romantic angle, I think the timelines I map out still demonstrates key moments in which Mobius and Loki's relationship with each other deepens.

As a warning, since this is a timeline request from the perspective of two characters, this post is MASSIVE.

NARRATIVE TECHNIQUES

As a general note, the Loki series uses a few narrative techniques fairly regularly.

A.) REFRAMING / REVERSE PAY-OFF

The series has a habit of reframing the interpretation of previous episodes with the presentation of new information in future episodes. That is, reverse pay-off. Here are key examples, which I discuss in the "timelines" later:

Sylvie tells Loki she can't sleep in front of people she doesn't trust in S1E3; Loki falls asleep in front of Mobius in S1E2

Loki describes love as a dagger in S1E3; Mobius gives Loki daggers in S1E2.

Loki timeslips "uncontrollably", yet manages to timeslip back to Mobius with increasing accuracy in S2E1; Loki realizes timeslipping can be controlled by thinking about "who" in S2E5.

B.) MIRRORING

Loki mirrors Mobius's emotional trajectory from S1E1 - S2E1 (S1E3 has no Mobius). Episode 5 in BOTH seasons is when they both give each other up for the sake of the other.

Sylvie (chaos) & Ravonna (order) and Loki (chaos) & Mobius (order).

C.) REPETITION

Loki loses Mobius after realizing he wants and returns his friendship. Mobius is pruned. (S1E4)

Loki loses Mobius after realizing he and Sylvie "don't see things the same way". Mobius has no memory of him. (S2E1)

Loki loses Mobius after realizing he (Loki) loves him. Mobius (as Don) spaghettifies. (S2E5)

Loki loses Mobius after realizing he has to give him up to save everyone. Mobius is left behind. (S2E6)

Let's keep these narrative techniques in mind as we proceed!

MOBIUS

Mobius is pretty straightforward. Though I didn't perceive any romantic love in my first watch through of S1, the angle of romance feels more credible when reviewing S1 after having seen S2E1. S2E1 reframes how we can view Mobius's emotional motivations.

The inferred backstory, as the audience understands it, is that Mobius has studied Lokis for eons. Loki is his area of expertise. His pet project. His special interest. As I mentioned in another meta, it's perfectly reasonable for someone to gradually fall in love with the subject matter of their work over time. In this case, that subject matter happens to be an actual person.

By the time Loki is apprehended by the TVA, Mobius already had a plan in motion to save him from deletion. This wasn't a spur of the moment decision for him. Mobius had been preparing for this encounter for a while. Likely centuries. This is inferred through the fact another TVA agent seeks Mobius out immediately with Loki (L1130)'s file. Why bother doing that if all variants who cause a nexus event get "reset"?

And boy, is Mobius eager to have Loki by his side once he has him. In what world would anyone offer 2012 Loki a handshake? Mobius's, apparently.

Mobius also doesn't hesitate to touch Loki right off the bat. When Loki pauses to look at the TVA "world", Mobius lays a guiding hand on Loki's back. (Unfortunately couldn't find the gif for this).

It also doesn't take Mobius long to get emotionally compromised once he has Loki under his wing. I talk about the exact moment I believe this happens here.

This reaction from Loki, in response to Mobius's praise, is a big moment for both of them. They genuinely like and enjoy one another in this scene.

Moments later, Mobius absolutely gushes about Loki to his best friend boss lady, Ravonna.

He's so proud of Loki's breakthroughs and is really happy with how well they work together as a team. So much so that his judgment gets clouded and he insists on bringing Loki out into the field, where Loki's most likely to betray him.

NOTE: The moment above is when I believe he's officially compromised.

By the middle of S1E2, Mobius fell first. However, I don't think Mobius realizes the exact nature of his feelings for Loki until S1E5. From a platonic standpoint, Mobius definitely started thinking of Loki as a friend by this time. Otherwise, he wouldn't have called Loki a "bad friend" in S1E4.

In a S1 interview, Tom describes Mobius as having love for Loki, and Loki, at that point in his character development, "not wanting that" (you can see a compilation of interviews with Tom and Owen here). Based on this, I think it's safe to say that Mobius's love for Loki is not only genuine but also unconditional and abiding.

This unconditional, abiding love is what allows Mobius to want to believe in Loki despite his evident betrayal in S1E4. In the same episode, he implies via rhetorical question that Loki doesn't deserve to be alone and accepts that it's Sylvie that Loki wants to be with.

If Mobius hadn't accepted this, he wouldn't have made it his focus to bring Sylvie to Loki in S2E5.

And as I mention elsewhere, the moment below was the first instance in which I felt there could be unrequited love. I think Mobius's realizes it, too, in this scene:

Mobius maintains his acceptance of Loki's feelings for Sylvie throughout S2, however grudgingly. A microanalysis of the McDonald's scene may be reviewed here.

In S2E1, Mobius's love for Loki is demonstrated throughout. I discuss how pivotal this episode is here.

In terms of Mobius's personal perspective on their relationship. I think Mobius believes he will only ever Loki's friend and #2, as opposed to #1, a position he believes Sylvie holds.

While Mobius knows Loki will support him as a friend and can count on his protection on the field, I don't think it ever crosses his mind that Loki would prioritize him (that is, place Mobius as #1). Their last private interaction would reinforce Mobius's notion that Loki will take Sylvie's side if given the choice to choose between the two of them:

And while Mobius might not like it, while Mobius is clearly hurt by it, he doesn't allow this interaction to ruin his friendship with Loki. Because he loves Loki deeply.

It can even be argued that, in addition to personal guilt due to his role in the TVA, Mobius doesn't fight Sylvie's accusations because to do so would hurt Sylvie, and hurting Sylvie would hurt Loki, which is unacceptable. Therefore, Mobius just takes it, even though it would be very easy to point out to Sylvie that killing HWR triggered the crisis they're in.

As far as Mobius is concerned, he mostly likely thinks his love continues to be unrequited and has made peace with that since S1. His final scene could be interpreted as grief over the loss of a friend as well as grief over the loss of what could have been.

LOKI

Loki's feelings for Mobius evolve much more gradually, and the emotional journey of those feelings is accordingly more complex.

In S1E1, I believe Loki appreciates Mobius's directness. I know I've stated this multiple times, but I think it bears repeating: a lot of Loki fans absolutely hate Mobius's treatment of Loki in this episode, but I think it's important to remember where Loki's state of mind is at.

There was no way 2012 Loki would have been receptive to soft compassion. He doesn't understand soft. He sees softness as a weakness and refuses to engage with it because he doesn't want to be seen as soft. What 2012 Loki does understand is cruelty. He will listen and pay attention to cruelty because cruelty is a gesture of power, and power is control. His default mode is the desire and respect of power, which Mobius has over him. He respects that he has been bested. Crucially, Mobius balances his cruelty (to get Loki to listen) with genuine kindness. This is what allows Loki's first breakthrough of choosing to be vulnerable with Mobius. Admitting he doesn't like hurting people, that he is weak, (that he isn't happy), requires trust on Loki's part that Mobius will not mock him for it.

Unlike Mobius, Loki does not have access to files and tape recordings on Mobius's life. As such, Loki starts out with less power in their dynamic. All he knows about Mobius is what he gleans from Mobius's treatment of him and others. And Mobius, even when he is frustrated and annoyed with Loki, consistently gives Loki chances to demonstrate his ability outside of the context of being a villain. He never gives up on him.

Mobius, through his consistency of compassion and refusal to abuse his power (until he's betrayed in S1E4), proves he is trustworthy to Loki.

Nevertheless, the power imbalance puts Loki in a corner where he can't afford to place all his eggs in the Mobius basket. There's manipulation happening between them, and they both know it, so their interactions in S1, while entertaining for both of them, are also colored with mutual distrust.

For this reason, in addition to raw curiosity and poor impulse control, Loki runs after Sylvie and betrays the friendship with Mobius he didn't know he already had.

In S1E3, we have our first instance of new information paying off the meaning of a scene from a previous episode. On the train, Sylvie informs Loki she cannot sleep in front of people she doesn't trust (can't find the gif with the quote). Since Sylvie is a Loki, the audience can infer the same baseline nature may apply to "our" Loki as well.

In S1E2, we find Loki sleeping across Mobius. The significance of this is implied but not confirmed until S1E3.

When Sylvie wakes up (having fallen asleep despite herself, reinforcing the relational impact of Mobius to Loki to Sylvie, as well as affirming tentative trust on her part), she finds Loki drunk. When people are drunk, subconscious feelings come to the fore.

It is here that we have our second instance of new information paying off a scene from the previous episode. Or alternatively, Loki's interpretation of a previous moment with Mobius defined in a scene with Sylvie: "Love is a dagger."

Personally, I don't think Loki feels any love for Mobius when he makes his infamous metaphor. What I think happens in this scene, is that Loki has subconsciously interpreted the gift of daggers as an act of love.

Why?

Because daggers are for stabbing people in the back. For someone to give another a dagger implies absolute trust. That level of trust entails love.

But at this point in the story, Loki's experience with love and trust is very new. Perhaps it stands to reason, at least in Loki's hindbrain, that those feelings would be better directed at someone familiar, someone like himself: Sylvie. It certainly helps that he's immediately fascinated with her to begin with and he genuinely cares for her.

Significantly, upon Loki making the dagger disappear, Sylvie describes the dagger, love, as "it isn't real". This is an answer Loki intentionally draws out of Sylvie, because he and Sylvie are the same, which reinforces the thought that the love he subconsciously feels from Mobius cannot possibly be real. I think this may be what Tom is alluding to when he describes Loki as not wanting Mobius's love (because he isn't ready for it yet, even if it's purely platonic).

Loki and Sylvie's capture in S1E4 lead to the interrogation scene, which in turn leads to the tension of mutual distrust and mutual desire for trust snapping. This is articulated when Mobius calls Loki a "bad friend", which startles him. Within the MCU canon, no one has ever called Loki a 'friend'.

The tension breaks when Mobius returns to Loki, and they make very clear, active choices about what they want:

They choose to forgive one another

They choose to trust one another

They choose to affirm that a friendship between them exists

They choose to be on the same page and side

They talk through their fight in a very direct and healthy way. In addition to being called a 'friend' for the first time, it's highly likely this is the first time Loki has successfully mended fences with someone who isn't family. Thus, in one episode, Loki has had not 1 but 2 substantive milestones that contribute not just to his relationship with Mobius but his personal healing and growth.

But the narrative demands that as soon as the main character experiences triumph, they must experience tragedy, too.

Loki loses Mobius a total of 4 times in the series:

Loki loses Mobius after realizing he wants and returns his friendship. Mobius is pruned. (S1E4)

Loki loses Mobius after realizing he and Sylvie "don't see things the same way". Mobius has no memory of him. (S2E1)

Loki loses Mobius after realizing he (Loki) loves him. Mobius (as Don) spaghettifies. (S2E5)

Loki loses Mobius after realizing he has to give him up to save everyone. Mobius is left behind. (S2E6)

If you notice, Loki's emotional journey, at least as far as romantic reciprocation is concerned, is more or less a season behind Mobius's. Its progression is also punctuated by loss almost as soon as the personal epiphany occurs.

After Sylvie, for lack of a better word, "dumps" him, Loki has time to reflect on what has transpired, the dire consequences likely awaiting, and who has chosen to support him all along (a review of Mobius's decision-making where Loki's well-being is concerned may be read here.)

With this in mind, Loki runs in search of Mobius.

Which makes encountering a Mobius who doesn't know him, that much more devastating.

Tom's acting here is something else. Loki's desperation to have his Mobius back is visceral and foreshadows a similar desperation in S2E5. This moment, I feel, is the beginning of Loki's feelings tilting from platonic love to romantic. He's not fully there yet like Mobius already is, but it's starting.

And that gradual build-up of investment in Mobius spreads over S2E1 - S2E5. In these S2 episodes, Loki mirrors Mobius's emotional trajectory from S1E1 - S2E1 (S1E3 has no Mobius). Keep this mirroring in mind because Episode 5 in BOTH seasons is when they both give each other up for the sake of the other.

In S2E2, Loki protects Mobius physically:

And supports him emotionally:

In S2E3, Loki enjoys his magic and curbs its intensity for Mobius:

In S234, unbeknownst to Mobius, Loki defends his character and his efforts to save the timelines:

Now, S2E5 is where it all culminates.

I'm getting close to the gif threshold and the fit-check has been discussed at length, so I want to focus on this scene. Here, Loki tells Mobius that he "belongs" in the TVA and that he saved Loki's life when he first arrived. This shot of Loki saying Mobius's name echoes Mobius's look of unrequited love in S1E5's goodbye scene.

But I don't think Loki has fully articulated, in his mind, exactly what his feelings are because he's rushing. His sole focus for the time-being is getting Mobius back, and he does so, temporarily, through recruiting Don.

It's when Loki find's Sylvie that he has the time to once again reflect on the nature of his and Mobius's relationship and his regard for it as he did in S1E6. And it is, once again, Sylvie who acts as the catalyst for Loki's emotional epiphany.

When Sylvie challenges Loki to say what he actually wants, he struggles to respond. The want is too vulnerable to reveal.

I love Tom's micro-expressions in the above gifs (thank you @starrose17!) The pursed lips, the hard swallow, and the tears welling up in his eyes ... This is it, this is the moment I believe Loki finally realizes he's in love with Mobius.

He phrases his desire as wanting his friends back. That's true enough (an analysis of what the TVA means to Loki and Mobius may be read here). However, Loki later reuses the word "belong" and applies it to himself. Mobius, in his words, "belongs" in the TVA. Without his friends (the TVA) where does Loki "belong"?

This is outside of text and the sociopolitical conflict between the artists and the studio, but the case can be made that Loki doesn't entirely trust Sylvie with his feelings. Loki did, after all, witness Sylvie reprimand and humiliate Mobius. To directly admit love for the same person Sylvie harshly rebuked may not be received well, but I think Sylvie already knows and may have known as far back as when she commented "he cares about you" in S1E5.

From Loki's perspective, I think Loki knows Mobius loves him, but I am less certain if Loki knows Mobius loves him romantically. That said, prior to his sacrifice, I think Loki was emotionally ready to confess. I also believe Loki, while not 100% confident his romantic love would be reciprocated, senses his odds for reciprocation are good.

Unfortunately, their fate was to become star-crossed lovers.

(For now).

[happylandvn]

Hello, very good ones, I just discovered this Tumblr today and I automatically fell in love with both Exe and Doe because of my terrible fetish for clowns and jesters :D

I wanted to know if, apart from this Tumblr, there is a website or somewhere I can go to support the project 💜💜

PS: sorry for my terrible English, my native language is Spanish and I am using the translator ):

Hi! :D I'm happy to hear my lil demon clowns caught your attention. Unfortunately, I only have this tumblr at the moment. But I have been thinking of making a patreon in the future for all of my games.

[the-queen-and-the-king]

Just a booty call - 8

Summary: It's Valentine's Day. Emily wishes to spend the night with Aaron, but he seems to be ready to stay in his office until the 15th of February is up. But she may has a plan to make him change his mind

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, Penelope Garcia and Spencer Reid

Contents: alcohol, food, explicit smut, masturbation, breeding kink, unprotected sex (don't do that!), multiple orgasms, creampie NSFW/MINORS DNI

This text is a try, with a reverse structure compared to the other Hotchniss' AU I'm used to work on. It all starts with a FWB that will evolve into something else (with a certain amount of angst).

PS : English is not my mother language so they are necessarily mistakes. Sorry about that.

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Valentine’s Day. She hated that day. For several years, Emily had watched the date of February forty-fourth loom on the horizon with terrible anxiety. It was always the same old story. We celebrated love with little hearts and syrupy gifts, forgetting that a large part of the population was alone. Every commercial, every billboard, every email, every text message became a reminder from society that being single was a bad thing. Normally, she was content with her solitary life, where she could organize herself as she wished, without being dependent on the advice of another person; but as soon as the second month of the year began, she felt horribly isolated from the world.

                And her colleagues weren't making things any better. Ever since she'd set foot in Quantico, she'd been the target of Penelope and Derek, who had every intention of going slumming in a bar at night and taking her along for the ride. Which she had absolutely no desire to do.

“It'll be without me, I've got other plans,” she lied, filling her coffee cup.

“Yeah?” smiled the analyst, overexcited. “And what’s his name?”

“It’s confidential.”

She had no plans of her own, although she would have liked a certain someone to give her a very good evening. She feared, however, that the symbolism of the day would put him off, and that he would refuse simply so that she wouldn't imagine anything.

“Come on! Come with us!” insisted Garcia, clinging to her arm. “It’s Valentine’s Day. A celebration of love with a capital L. You can stay all alone tonight.”

“I don't see why the fact that I'm halfway through February should force me to hit on people in bars.”

“Come on, it'll take your mind off it,” Morgan continued, a smile plastered on his face. “A little romance never hurt anyone.”

Coming from a man who collected one-night stands, she found the remark ubiquitous.

“It's true that having my chimney swept by a passing stranger is particularly romantic,” she retorted, rolling her eyes.

Spencer, who was not far from them, widened his eyes as he heard her, his innocence stricken by her very graphic words. Just then, Hotch entered the open plan and, folder in hand, walked over to them to fill his own mug with full-bodied liquid.

“Ah, sir!” exclaimed the luscious blonde, startling the nearest agents. “You're coming with us tonight, aren't you?”

“No.”

The pithy reply didn't dampen her spirits.  

“Why? We're going to have a lot of fun, you'll see.”

“I'm afraid I've got far more important things to worry about than that,” he said, raising the container to his lips.

“And yet, with your libido at half-mast for over a year, we're not far from a state affair,” pointed out the Chicago native, mockingly. 

Emily had to stare momentarily at her shoes to keep her face from betraying the secret they both shared. If they weren't climbing all over each other like rabbits, he'd never so far failed to take her to seventh heaven.

“As the libido in question is that of your superior, I would ask you to stop worrying about it and respect my personal space.”

The pair grinned contritely and let him stomp back to his office. The ambassador's daughter followed him with her gaze, and then redirected her attention to her neighbors when the ex-policeman alighted on the youngest member of the team.

“So you come with us and don't argue.”

“No! Please!” moaned the tall beanpole as he wheeled away.

But Derek caught him and brought him close to them.

“No, no, no, no, no. It doesn’t work like that. Tonight's your big night.”

“Emily, please. Help me.”

“Sorry, buddy,” she apologized, sincere. “But you'll understand that if I stop them from coming after you, they'll come after me again.”

She has no doubt about that.

“But... I'm not interested,” he confessed, his fine eyebrows wrinkled with anxiety.

“At the same time,” she continued, leaning towards him, “you know what you have to do to get them off your back.”

“Easier said than done... “

Reid didn't have much in the way of seductive assets: he was tall and an FBI agent and that was about it. He was skinny, gaunt, disheveled, short-sighted, clumsy and excessively talkative on subjects of no interest to the average person. The girls quickly mistook him for an asylum escapee, or felt so stupid around him that they preferred to take their leave. And his flagrant lack of experience didn't make things any easier.

“Listen, I'm sure that in the company of these two, you'll learn a lot of tricks to become a perfect Dom Juan.”

“…Dom Juan being a notorious womanizer, I'm not sure he's the best figure to put forward for Valentine's Day.”

She hesitated for a moment, unsettled by this typical line, and then bounced back:

“Romeo then. Romeo is good? He was so in love with his Juliette that he preferred to commit suicide rather than lose her.”

Spencer wrinkled his nose, clearly confused. She immediately clarified:

“Please don't swallow poison for a girl. It would be the most absurd thing in the world to do. Okay?”

“… Okay.”

“Great. Good evening.”

“But…”

She quickly moved away to stop them bothering her. They tried again several times in a row during the day to convince her, of course, but she held firm, politely throwing them back on the ropes each time. Leaning against the bar, glass of rum in hand, pretending to smile at men she had no interest in, was hardly her idea of a pleasant evening. The only partner she wanted was in the office above, and she was convinced that he had every intention of remaining cloistered there until the fifteenth of February rolled around. Like her, he would then take a deep breath of oxygen and be able to continue his quiet life which, from time to time, crossed hers.

“Is that your last call?” Penelope asked her, her bag on her arm, ready to leave.

“Yes, it is. I've owed Hotch this report for two weeks,” she explained, pointing to her computer screen.

“I think he wouldn't have minded waiting another day, but that's up to you,” sighed the young woman. “Don’t sleep here.”

“It's not likely to happen.”

The ex-hacker smiled at her and hopped towards the exit where Derek and Spencer were waiting. Then, little by little, the floor emptied of its occupants until she found herself alone in the large open space. She recorded her work, put on her coat, and collected her belongings before climbing the ramp to the manager's open door. She knocked gently and he raised his nose on the spot.

“Prentiss?”

“I just wanted to tell you that I’m leaving.”

“Oh. Okay. Have fun.”

She frowned, then understood the origin of this injunction. It was time for her to step up to the plate.

“I'm not going out with the team tonight.”

“Really?” he wondered, looking at her again.

“No, I… I'm going... home,” she said, weighing her words. “For… peace and quiet.”

He made a slight movement of the head, which she couldn't interpret, but thought she could make out a slight grin.

“… Good evening, then.”

“Thanks. Don’t… hang around too long.”

He stared at her with renewed intensity. She subtly bit her lower lip and winked at him before turning and leaving the room. If he didn't get a hard-on under his desk, she was no longer Emily Prentiss.

Excited by her own stratagem, her heart pounding against her ribs, she hurried back to the parking lot and her car to rush home. Her bag thrown to the floor and her shoes barely removed, she opened the cupboards and fridge to check what was inside, then jumped into the shower. She remade herself in a simple but refined way, fashioned her hair so that it cascaded elegantly over her shoulders, and went to her bedroom to put on an alluring outfit he'd never seen before. Over that, she put on a silk bathrobe that would keep her warm until he arrived. 

If he arrived. As he delayed, she wondered about the clarity of her message. With the giant having some difficulty grasping certain innuendos, she doubted whether she should send him a more explicit text message. And then she remembered that the FBI was monitoring their communications. She put her phone back on the coffee table and sat down on the sofa, stressed and impatient. She wanted to feel him between her thighs so badly that she couldn't help but start stroking herself. Her body stiffened as pleasure rolled through her veins.

The doorbell rang. She leapt to her feet, checked one last time that she hadn't left anything incriminating lying around the room, and peered through the eyepiece. That was him. There he was, on her doorstep, in a suit, a bottle of wine in his hand. She smiled, blew out a breath to calm her erratic heartbeat, readjusted her hair and let the sleeves of her bathrobe fall from her shoulders. Then she opened the door and was delighted to see him open his mouth without managing to articulate a single word. His brown irises latched onto her chest, noticed her navel, and stared at the triangle of fabric that served as her panties.

“Good evening, agent Hotchner.”

She found herself ridiculous in this role of tease, which was so unlike her, but he reacted as she'd expected, with amusement. He looked into hers and, smiling, said:

“May I?”

“Oh, yes!”

He laughed and got in. She closed behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck before kissing him. He answered her call at once, mingling his lips with hers. She pressed herself against him, a dull throb rumbling in her lower belly. She felt it harden against her abdomen.

“Put it wherever you like,” she ordered, reaching for his jacket.

He obeyed, putting the bottle on the hall dresser. Walking down the corridor to the living room, they undressed each other, leaving their clothes behind. When they were down to his boxers and her thong, he slipped his fingers between her legs to see what he had left to do. She was very wet. He moved up a questioning eyebrow.

“Since you were hanging around, I got a head start.”

He smiled, kissed her, and dropped the last piece of cloth she was wearing to the floor. He himself tipped her gently to the floor and discarded what was left. He settled into her in the process, and she arched her back in pleasure. At last, he was back in her lair, and that alone made her shudder. He began to move back and forth between her thighs, slowly at first, then, driven by his own excitement, more forcefully.

She raised her knees to make it easier for him and clutched his buttocks, which contracted with every intrusion. Their skin, clammy with sweat, slapped in the silence of the apartment, barely covered by her moans and the whimpers they uttered in unison. Her body on fire, her heart drumming at her temples, her eyes closed, she let go of his posterior to place her hands on his chest oozing with perspiration and begged him:

“Come. Come! COME!”

More than her own orgasm – which was sure to come – she wanted him to cum inside her. She wanted to feel him tense, tremble, relax and agonize in the hollow of her arms, in that brief moment of absolute vulnerability when he relied entirely on her. She wanted to feel that warm wave surging through her vagina, right where it belonged.

He satisfied her request a handful of seconds later when, in a final thrust, he ejaculated without restraint deep inside her belly. Ecstasy seized her in an instant, and her eyes widened as her mouth opened in a silent scream. They both fell back, out of breath, and remained entwined as much as embraced on the cold tiled floor of the hallway. Then he rolled onto his side, trying to regain a normal breathing rhythm. She propped herself up on her elbow and absentmindedly brushed against his sweating chest.

“I was afraid you hadn't understood my message.”

“That's what the wink was for?” he realized with a mocking smile.

“Yes.”

“I knew exactly what you wanted,” he affirmed, grabbing her free hand and placing a kiss on it. “And I liked the idea a lot.”

“That's why it took you so long to get here.”

“Hal, from accounting, kept me chatting as I was getting into my car,” he explained, grumbling.

She laughed, and then gave him a long kiss.

“Are you hungry?” she asked, feeling her stomach growl.

“A little bit, yes. What do you propose?”

“So, we can either be lazy and order something. Either we improvise a dinner with what I have in my cupboards.”

He wrinkled his eyelids, then, with a sneer, replied:

“Which one makes you get dressed as little as possible?”

Disconcerted by this lecherous repartee, she frowned. She hadn't expected to hear this kind of thinking from her superior, who seemed so narrow-minded at first glance. But it was a pleasant surprise and she played along.

“Taking into account the fact that I'd have to put my bathrobe back on at the very least to open the door for the deliveryman, that leaves only the meal à la bonne franquette.”

“Now that sounds like a good idea,” he said, sitting up on his elbow in turn.

He placed his lips on hers and they kissed for a few seconds. The exchange was tender, serene, devoid of any sexual frenzy. Emily felt her cheeks ignite.

“What’s on the menu tonight?”

“Nothing but dietetic stuff.”

She stood up, picked up her panties to look a tad decent, repositioned them in their rightful place – all under the scrutinizing gaze of the man who'd just made her cum – and headed for the kitchen, continuing to talk.

“I have appetizer cakes, chips, bacon, pancakes, and peanut butter.  And we have beer and wine,” she added, as she noticed the bottle abandoned on the dresser. “And – oh, yes – I also have three tomatoes, so I can whip up a salad.”

She turned around and her eyes fell on his bare buttocks as he bent down to retrieve his boxers.

“It all looks perfect to me. What can I do to help you that doesn't require the use of a knife?”

“What?”

“According to my mother, I'm a public menace in the kitchen. Well, mostly for myself. Still according to her, I can cut myself with a spoon.”

The female profiler burst out laughing. Knowing his diligent nature and propensity for wanting to control everything, she found it hard to believe that he was so untalented in the kitchen, but she took him at his word and replied:

“Well, you can take the bowls and salad bowls from the cupboards and put what you can in them.”

“Yes, sir.”

She smiled and he kissed her again before moving past her, letting his hand trail over her hip as he went. She watched him explore the facilities for a while, looking for the right containers, then set to work. Seeing the muscles of his back move beneath her skin produced delicious sensations in her belly. Since he seemed to want to spend a little more time with her – a first since they'd started sleeping together – she hoped he'd try again and make her eyes roll to the back of her head.

Which happened much sooner than expected. She had grilled the bacon while he set up the nibbles on the coffee table and fetched the wine he'd brought next door and was now busy making the tomato salad when he pressed himself against her. His large hands wrapped around her breasts, and he kissed her neck repeatedly. He was hard and did whatever it took to make her aware of it. She closed her eyes, her heart pounding at her ribs, her body temperature soaring. She consciously dug her back so that her sex would rub against his erection. He pushed further, getting even harder.

“Drop the knife,” he whispered in her ear.

She obeyed, gripping the edge of the worktop instead. He placed several kisses on her shoulders, shoulder blades and along her spine before dropping her thong again. His fingers immediately came to caress her clitoris and she moaned.

“Bend over,” he ordered hoarsely.

She did as he wished, eager to feel him sink between her intimate lips. He bared himself and she saw him grab his penis. In a final burst of consciousness, she indicated all the same:

“Not from behind, please.”

She didn't mind sodomy, but it wasn't her preference, and it wasn't what she wanted at the moment. He kissed the back of her neck, failing to reach her mouth, and directed his spear into her vagina. A satisfied ‘yes’ escaped the young woman's throat, quickly followed by others as her partner began his ballet of back and forth inside her. He was foraging energetically into her intimacy, and she was getting a real kick out of it. She soon reached orgasm, and he wasn't far behind as he suddenly slowed down.

Increasing the amplitude of his movements and thrusting more brutally inside her, he made her come in just three strokes of his pelvis, then died inside her on the fourth. He lay on her back and wrapped his large arms around her chest, his ribcage swelling at regular intervals against her damp skin. His hot breath flowed down her neck, stirring a few strands of her hair. She didn't push him away, enjoying the closeness of their excited bodies. Then came the moment when he disengaged and walked away from her, taking all the heat with him. She faced him and they kissed tenderly for what seemed too short a time.

Finally, she finished her preparations and they dined, chatting about anything and everything – and especially not about love or commitment – joking, laughing, brushing against each other, caressing and placing their lips on each other's whenever possible. As he still didn't seem ready to leave, she led him into the bedroom, where she sat astride his hips. As soon as he was up and running, she slowly slid down his erect member and straddled him without haste, savoring every fizz, every spark, every blaze that this hot, hard presence inside her brought her. He surrendered first, with a liberating rattle that drew her in.

Then she remembered lying down next to him with the intention of getting up to go to the bathroom, brush her teeth and watch him fall asleep between her sheets, but she was caught in Morpheus' arms before she could make a move. Enveloped in the gentle warmth that perpetually emanated from this gigantic body and lulled by his breathing, she had sunk as quickly as he had. But she didn't realize it until hours later when her instincts woke her from a dream. Barely opening her eyelids, she felt around and found that the bed was empty. She had no time to worry, however, as a dark shape leaned over her, and two huge arms came to rest on either side of her shoulders.

“Aaron?” she mumbled, half asleep. 

“It's all right,” he whispered, his face close to hers. “I have to go. I’ll see you back at the office.”

She couldn't find the energy to nod other than shaking her head, but found the resources to ask him:

“Kiss me.”

His lips came to settle against hers and she turned totally to catch his chin and prolong this farewell kiss. He didn't rebel, agreeing to extend this moment of pure communion. It was she who brought about the separation, not without a certain twinge of regret.

“Rest,” he urged her in a gentle voice.

“Take care.”

She was already falling back asleep but felt the kiss he placed on her forehead before leaving. In the end, Valentine's Day wasn't all doom and gloom.

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First chapter >> https://www.tumblr.com/the-queen-and-the-king/757694774493986816/just-a-booty-call-1?source=share

Next chapter >> https://www.tumblr.com/the-queen-and-the-king/762768192760315904/just-a-booty-call-9?source=share

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Angst will come next Friday! Be prepared! /o/

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Hello ! I'm PikA, a bigender french artist (my pronouns are he / she) of 23 years old who likes to create stuff.

I mainly specialize in charadesign and storyboard, but I do a lot of other things! I love writing too, when I have free time-

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I’m passionate about a lot of things, but if you want a non-exhaustive list of my hyperfixes, here’s one:

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Mob Psycho 100

The Owl House

Hooky

Ace attorney

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Otome (My candy love, Genious game...)

Horror game (The quarry, A Plague Tale, FNAF...)

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Salut ! Je suis PikA, une artiste française bigenre (mes pronoms sont il / elle) de 23 ans qui aime créer des trucs.

Je me spécialise principalement dans le charadesign et le storyboard, mais je fait plein d'autres choses ! J'adore écrire aussi, quand j'ai du temps libre-

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Je suis passionnée par énormément de choses mais si vous voulez une liste non exhaustives de mes hyperfixes, en voici une :

Pokémon

Mob Psycho 100

The Owl House

Hooky

Ace attorney

Minecraft (QSMP, Coopteam, Frigiel et Fluffy...)

Otome (amour sucré, Genious game...)

Horror game (The quarry, A Plague Tale, FNAF...)

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Twitter

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[codename-mom]

First day at school

Summary: Jack is now old enough to go at school and his father has trouble to deal with this very special day.

Characters: Mostly Jack and Hotch (but some BAU members appear)

Contents: TW well, as Hotch is the king of anxiety, the text is quite angsty (mention of grief and of what Foyet did to him), but I tried to make it a little bit fluffy too.

This is a text written for the New Beginings CM challenge organized by @imagining-in-the-margins.

PS : English is not my mother language so they are necessarily mistakes. Sorry about that.

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Hotch stopped in front of JJ's desk, absorbed in her mission report, and saw her flinch when she realized he was standing right next to her. He smiled at her, and she smiled back.

“JJ. Tomorrow I'm going to be very late, he announced, looking a little embarrassed. Check with Morgan which file we need to work on and give me a summary of the briefing when I arrive.”

“Okay, she nodded, eyebrows furrowed. Is there a problem?”

“First day at school.”

“Ouch! She winced immediately. I’m weeping in anticipation. Good luck.”

“Thank you, he answered with a shy smile. See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow, Hotch.”

Yes, the fateful date had arrived: Jack was now old enough to start school. An event that represented both a form of relief – for Jessica and Ada, who would no longer need to put their respective lives on hold to raise a child that wasn't even theirs – and a source of terrible anguish for the agency director.

He still couldn't believe how much his son had grown since the day he regained custody. He still had the impression of holding his tiny body in the palm of his hands, watching him stagger around the living room in search of his balance, and witnessing his chaotic attempts to learn to eat on his own. And tomorrow, he would go to school.

Tomorrow, he'd leave the nest to mingle with other kids his age, with whom he'd discover the world in all its aspects. Tomorrow, he'd be meeting human beings who wouldn't necessarily be at his feet, let alone in his pocket, with whom he'd have to negotiate, argue, discuss, and exchange to make himself heard or win his case. Tomorrow, he'd realize that life in society required bending even more rules than he'd ever known before, that obeying them wouldn't be easy, and that disobeying them would be even more damaging. Tomorrow, the cocoon in which he'd been enclosed until then would be torn apart, and his father wouldn't be there to fly to his rescue.

Aaron was unable to suppress the panic that had gripped him for two weeks now. He'd done all he could to soften it up, planning this day down to the last detail, but nothing had helped. Jack's schoolbag was ready, as were his clothes; the breakfast table was set, the car refueled, the itinerary marked, and the documents requested by the school completed. But his heart continued to drum far too hard against his ribs as he sought sleep. What he was afraid of? To be lost? It was a stone’s throw from the apartment. To be late? Even if an unexpected traffic jam came up, they could always get there on foot if need be. For not giving his offspring the keys to get by? It was a possibility, but his aunt and grandmother had had to make up for his shortcomings. That Jack has had a bad experience and never wants to go back?

A silence passed in his head as the vise tightened around his lungs. This plunge into the deep end of the pool was no small step in a toddler's life. It was almost the equivalent of a parachute jump for an adult: even with the best possible precautions, there was always a chance – tiny sometimes – that things could go wrong. He tried in vain to remember what he had experienced and felt that day, but his brain ignored his request, content to amplify the feeling of malaise that had assailed him for the past fortnight. And even if he could remember his own back-to-school experience, his descendant wasn't him. Far from it. The difficulties he had potentially encountered would not be those he would encounter. And conversely, the facilities he'd had would, logically, not be those he'd have. And he had no way of preparing him to overcome these obstacles. He had no choice but to push him into the arena and pray for the best.

An action he lived as a betrayal of the flesh of his flesh – for all he knew – and one he'd never forgive himself for if the day took a turn for the worse. He felt guilty even before anything had happened and seeing it didn't make him feel any better. Especially as another feeling wandered in his gut. He was sad. He'd imagined that moment so differently that he couldn't erase the projection he'd mentalized years earlier to update it with their current situation. At the time, he had thought that someone would be at his side to endure this heartbreak with him. That he'd have a hand to hold to help suppress his anxiety. That he would have a smile to cross to lighten the weight on his shoulders. That he would have an ear to confide his worries and questions to. But there was no one.

Tomorrow, he'd be on his own to deal with whatever came his way, and it was totally out of the question for Jack to see the stress that was devouring him by the hour. He had to put on a good show, through and through, as long as he was still in his son's field of vision. Smiling and being reassuring were the guidelines he should absolutely follow. And if he felt like screaming or running away with him in his arms, he'd have to contain himself and triple lock his emotions. Like he was doing at Quantico. Not for nothing was he nicknamed "The Iceberg" by the other unit heads. So why did it now seem so impossible?

“Put your shoes on, Jack, while I finish packing your bag,” he ordered as the kid finished pulling on his hooded sweatshirt.

The profiler hadn't slept all night, and the look on his face had given him the shivers in the mirror, but he had gone through his usual routine before waking the little boy. He, seemed to have had an excellent night's sleep and was up and about, swallowing his meal as if it were just another day. He then went to the bathroom, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and quickly ran a comb through his fine hair, before returning to his room. He had ignored his father's suggestion of an outfit and chosen a more... Jurassic one, then gone back outside to give his sire a whole bunch of odds and ends he insisted he expressly needed. He then left to finish dressing, leaving Aaron with a light-up yo-yo, three marbles, a Playmobil, a Spiderman pencil, and an Elastic Man figurine. The giant sighed and reached for the boy's schoolbag to slip in all those treasures that would give him peace of mind if need be.

“Okay,” said Jack, taking a seat by the shoe rack.

“Both the same, please.”

“…Yes, Dad,” he grumbled, annoyed at not being able to carry out his Machiavellian plan.

Since he'd learned to put his sneakers on by himself, he'd taken great pleasure in combining the elements of the four pairs he had in any way he could. Hotch wasn't sure how long he'd been doing it, since he'd suddenly realized it in the park when his shoelaces were untied, and he had a waffle in his hands. His progenitor's expression of surprise had made the youngster laugh out loud, and obviously the frown that always escaped his control when Aaron discovered he'd repeated his forfeit delighted him just as much. By now, the director was getting used to it, but he didn't want to be given a bad label on the first meeting. He had been officially declared negligent to his wife, if he could avoid being so to his son, it would take a thorn out of his side.

“Are you all set?” he asked his son as he zipped up his coat.

“Yes,” he declared with pride.

“Ready for the big day?”

“Yes,” he repeated, with the same determination.

The titan knelt down to be level with the boy's face and took one of his hands.

“Don’t worry, everything is going to be fine. You'll make lots of new friends and learn lots of new stuff.”

“I know. You told me yesterday. And the day before. And the day before before…”

“Okay, he interrupted before he could go any further. Well, maybe we’ll go then. It'll save me having to tell you again.”

Jack's smile stretched from ear to ear, mocking. Father and son were currently living on two different planets, the first as anxious as the second was serene. The profiler could have rejoiced that the kid had obviously taken everything from his mother – both in physical appearance and in mind – but mostly he felt particularly foolish. He swallowed to try and get the knot out of his throat, without success. The duo left the scene, found the car, and climbed in. Hotch started up shortly afterwards and took to the road. Sitting in his booster seat, Jack observed the building facades, nodding his head in harmony with the music playing on the car radio.

“Try not to lose your things, please,” said his father when he stopped at the first red light.

“Why would I lose them?” questioned a puzzled Jack.

“Because when I was your age, I was always losing things. Every day, I came home from school with something missing, he revealed, as he suddenly reminded this detail. It drove you grand-mother crazy. So, if you take after me a little, it's likely to happen to you.”

He also remembered that he had absolutely no explanation to give his mother every time. He'd put them in a corner and when he came back to them, everything was gone. Of course, he didn't realize the financial impact his air headedness was having, and only thought that a new pair of gloves or a new beanie would fall right into his lap the following week. But now that he was on the other side of the fence, he understood better the dark looks Ada had once given him. His brain also reminded him of the consequences for herself, but Jack's voice short-circuited this plunge into the abyss of his memory.

“So, it’s no big deal.”

“What?” he croaked, surprised by the kid's reflection.

“You're saying I'm going to lose my stuff like you did. So that means it’s normal. So it’s no big deal.”

Aaron squinted, analyzing his son's reasoning. His train of thought was a bit far-fetched, but made sense, nonetheless. However, this wasn't going his way, so he resumed:

“…Yes, except I wish you wouldn't do what I did. Because I won’t be able to buy it all back. Okay?”

The little boy wore a worried expression that struck him right in the heart. He had never intended to stress him out and regretted imposing this rule on him from the outset when the day was already going to be rich enough in new information.

“Okay. It won't be a big deal, but just try to be careful, he recommended, diplomatically. Understand?”

Jack nodded, looking concerned.

“I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes, Dad,” he replied cheerlessly.

The sadness on his face aroused his father's natural guilt, and he mentally reproached himself for this dispensable outburst of severity. He had to defuse the situation so that his offspring didn't arrive at school looking so down. The boy possessed an innate joie de vivre that regularly lifted his sire's spirits, and he was keen that his future classmates should see this aspect of his personality first and foremost. So, at the next traffic light, Hotch reached behind him to tickle the toddler's belly, who immediately began to squirm to dodge the attack. His mouth twisted, stretching into an amused smile before a burst of laughter crossed his lips. His assailant rapidly regained his good humor and started up again. A few minutes later, he parked in the school parking lot.

“Here we are.”

The federal agent got out of the car, walked around the vehicle and unfastened the seatbelt. He helped Jack onto dry land, and the latter immediately slipped his hand into the adult’s while he retrieved his bag. Then the pair joined the flow of other parent-child pairs making their way towards the headmistress. She greeted them with a broad smile when it was their turn.

“Good morning, gentlemen, she trumpeted cheerfully. Olivia Simmons, I’m the school director.”

“Hello. Aaron Hotchner and this is my son,” he answered shaking her hand.

“And what's this big boy's name?” she asked, leaning towards him.

“Jack, ma’am,” he confided, suddenly shy.

He tried to hide behind his father's legs, all of sudden much less at ease in this unfamiliar environment.

“You can call me Olivia, she said reassuringly. Welcome. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask me. Okay?”

“Yes, ma'am,” he did, clinging to Aaron's fingers.

“Come on. You can join your comrades over there.”

She pointed to a group of schoolchildren, all displaying the same nervousness. Those who had been there all along were just beginning to relax enough to meet the newcomers. Jack looked up at his ascendant, his eyes shining. He was scared. Hotch crouched instantly in front of him, while the headmistress moved away to address other parents. He could feel the trembling of the kid, who had snuggled into his arms as soon as possible and clung to his jacket like a lifeline. An irrepressible urge to take him away from all this arose in him that he had to fight fiercely. The moment was heartbreaking for both of them, but it was a necessary step in their life together. Soon – he was praying for it – that day would be a distant memory, leaving only a faint trace in the boy's mind.

“Are you picking me up tonight?” he questioned him, his little knuckles closed around his tie.

“I don’t know yet, Jack. Maybe it'll be Jessica,” he asserted, quickly realizing that he'd been so focused on the start of the new school year that he'd forgotten to think about when classes would end.

“I'd rather it be you, Jack confessed, turning his eyes on him. Then I could tell you everything I did today.”

He could hear the boy's plea, but all his professional responsibilities came to the fore and there was clearly no room for a mid-afternoon return to the area. Even less so if a file requiring travel was to fall on his team.

“I'll call you if I have to leave, he declared before emphasizing, Jessica will take very good care of you.”

“But it's not the same,” moaned the youngster, on the verge of tears.

Aaron felt his throat tighten, his insides liquefy, and his muscles tense in unison. This reaction was exactly what he'd been dreading, and dismay overwhelmed him. His thoughts raced through his head. They bumped, piled up, and disintegrated until they formed an unintelligible mass of words and sensations that didn't help him at all to get out of this trap. But the boy's tremors called for a response from him, and only one possibility was open to him.

“…I'll try to be there,” he said in the end.

Jack’s smile reappeared on the spot.

“But I can’t promise anything. Okay?”

“…Okay,” he replied, without quite losing his new-found good humor.

“I love you, buddy,” he confided, placing a kiss on his temple.

His offspring embraced him and said:

“I love you, Dad.”

Then Hotch kissed him on the forehead and encouraged the boy to take the first step. Reassured, he headed for the group of children, one of whom immediately approached him. The agency head was too far away to hear what was being said, but the tone seemed friendly. He got to his feet and sighed heavily to ease the tension in his muscles. Having completed the first stage, he now had to tackle the second. In two steps, he reached the director.

“Mrs. Simmons.”

“Mr. Hotchner,” she reacted, smiling.

“Can I talk to you for a moment?”

“If it’s about allergies, we have a form to fill out for that,” she anticipated, pointing to the table set up nearby, on which several documents had been made available to parents.

“No. No, everything is fine from this side.”

“Perfect. What’s the issue then?”

He felt the cold take possession of his body and a knot formed in his windpipe. What he had to reveal was already painful in thought, it would be even more so when he had to say it out loud. Months and months had passed since the events, but he still had the feeling that it had just happened or, sometimes, that it had just been a bad dream from which he was finally waking up. The euphoria that followed disappeared as soon as he stepped into the living room and saw the portrait on the dresser, the only two plates on the dining table or the toys scattered on the carpet.

“… His mother died, he announced, his voice breaking, before adding: a year ago.”

“Oh. I'm sorry for your loss,” bounced the forty-year-old, genuinely moved.

“Thank you.”

Then he saw her frowning, puzzled.

“Excuse-me but… do I know you?”

A shiver ran down his spine and he swallowed his saliva, uneasy.

“… I hope not. Why?”

“Your face looks familiar, she admitted, before pulling herself together. Well, never mind. Go on.”

“Normally, he has understood that she won’t coming back, but it's possible that his mind is sometimes elsewhere. He may also resent being reminded by his peers that he has only one parent left.”

Even though he had coped much better with the disappearance of the woman who had given him life than he had, he occasionally caught him standing motionless in the middle of his toys, mute and with a low expression on his face, obviously prey to some questioning. It was a fleeting state that faded as soon as Jessica, he or another family member entered his field of vision, but Aaron always paid close attention. In the same way, he had noticed his envious look at the park as he watched the other children interact with their mother. He appreciated his father's presence, but missed Haley's gentleness and positivity.

“Yes, I understand, nodded the headmistress, adopting a soothing expression. Look, Mr. Hotchner, Jack isn't the first child we've taken in who's already lost his mother, so we should be able to manage.”

“Okay. If… if there's any problem, I've written my cell phone number on his card, he insisted, handing her the document. You can call me anytime.”

“It’ll be fine, I assure you.”

He was sure she was convinced by her words – and she probably had all the skills to handle this type of case – but couldn't stop his anxiety galloping through his veins. He was already ready to jump out of his chair, get back in his car, and drive to school to put his son's mind at rest. This reminded him that he hadn’t told her everything.

“One more thing. It is… – he hesitated, conscious of the image this would give of him – probable that I won't be able to pick him up tonight. Only two people are allowed to pick him up. Here is, Jessica, his aunt, and Ada, his grandmother.”

He presented her with snapshots of the two women and she retrieved them, squinting.

“Wait, aren't you the FBI agent who was stabbed to death in his home a little over... – her enthusiasm waned as her memory delivered the rest of the information – a year ago? Oh, my God! Is it… Whoever did this to you is...?”

Hotch cursed Strauss for allowing this reporter to publish this article in the Arlington daily, complete with his photo portrait and far too many details about his assault. Several neighbors had been worried for their lives, and he had had to do some explaining to get them to dare leave their homes again. Fear had reigned over the neighborhood for several weeks, before being gradually dispelled by other news. But some people hadn't completely forgotten, and his interlocutor was now shocked by his mere presence. Completely unsettled, she stared at him as if he were on his deathbed. He had to cut short this situation, which was as embarrassing for him as it was for her.

“If you don’t mind, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Sure! Of course. Excuse me, she went on, distraught. I get that… Photos. Thank you. We… we’ll take good care of Jack.”

She no longer dared to look at him.

“I’ve got to go.”

“Okay. Very good. Good… Have a good day.”

“I hope so.”

He tried to give her a reassuring smile, but her state of shock prevented her from seeing it. He climbed back into his car and drove towards Quantico. He reached the sixth floor just as JJ was settling down in front of her screen. She looked up at him and asked, curious:

“So?”

“He's surprisingly quick to forget my existence,” he observed, as the boy had ignored the last greeting he'd tried to give him.

Absorbed in a conversation with two other boys, he had obliterated his father's tall silhouette from his surroundings.

“Oops! Grinned JJ, feeling sorry for him. Are you okay?”

“It'll be tough, but I'll get through it, he joked without much conviction. What do we have?”

His heart was still pounding under his skull and his muscles were still tense from the tension built up over the last few days. He needed to take his mind off the latent anguish compressing his ribcage.

“Three men found in a river in a small Wyoming town.”

“Locals?”

“No. They were all just passing through, JJ pointed out, handing him the folder. The sheriff is under pressure; tourism is what sustains the locals.”

Reflexively, he opened the cover, but his eyes fell on the scene of the tragedy. His son's words echoed in his head.

“A problem?” inquired JJ, aware of his trouble.

“Jack would like me to pick him up from school tonight.”

“I see. What’s the plan?”

“I'm still thinking about it, he confessed, unable to make a definite decision at this hour. Let’s go.”

Within minutes, the whole team was gathered around the briefing room table, and JJ gave them a brief description of the case and the latest advances in Garcia’s research. The profilers did a series of hypotheses and deductions, concluding that an on-site presence was essential.

“Off we go,” Morgan said, determined.

Everyone left their chairs and collected the papers spread out in front of them, except Aaron, who did not move from his seat. To the surprise of his flock.

“Hotch?” Derek raised an eyebrow, concerned.

His brain was still weighing up the pros and cons of whether or not to accompany his men into the field. While his neighbors were quoting on the proposed case, he had drawn up a comparative table in his head in order to make his decision. So he hadn't listened too much of what had been said, but finally knew what he was going to do.

“Go without me. I have an imponderable here that requires my presence. But I'll be available most of the day and tonight if necessary.”

“Most of?” repeated Prentiss, baffled.

“Not between 3 and 7 PM,” he clarified, rising to his feet.

With the exception of JJ, all the agents looked at each other, equally confused. It wasn't the first time he hadn't followed them in their investigations – his layoff, his most serious injuries and the loss of his ex-wife had kept him at home – but the specificity of this time slot was surprising. They waited for further information, which their superior did not give them, considering it none of their business. He and the liaison officer exchanged glances and agreed that he wouldn't take it badly if she revealed why he'd had to forfeit this time.

“… Okay. See… see you later,” Morgan stammered before leaving the room.

“Good luck.”

Soon he found himself alone with Penelope, who questioned him in silence, unsettled by this sudden change in protocol. He reassured her with a smile and urged her to return to her post to support her colleagues already on the way. He returned to his office and stayed there for most of the day, answering calls from subordinates and others seeking the BAU’s help, relieving the workload of the team's only mother so that she could devote herself fully to the case. One thing led to another, and his employees untangled all the knots in the story, uncovering the culprit's identity in record time. Hotch had already left his office and was driving towards downtown DC when he received a message from Derek that the suspect was under arrest. At the first red light, he sent a congratulatory message to each member of his team, and then continued on to the school, a little more appeased.

                When he pulled into the nearby parking lot, the gates were still closed and only two or three parents were present. He got out of his vehicle but didn't approach them any further, not daring to disturb them or impose unwanted greetings. Anyway, his mind was entirely focused on the imminent arrival of his son. He kept his fingers crossed that everything had gone well and that all he wanted to do was go back. He hoped his master or mistress would be friendly, that he would have learned lots of things that piqued his interest, and that he would even have made some friends. In short, he prayed that he wouldn't be so angry at him for throwing him into the lion's den, with the intention of repeating the gesture.

                The bell went off somewhere within the walls of the building, and less than a minute later, two people came to open the doors to the street. Many more mothers and fathers had appeared since then, and they had all stiffened at the sound of the chirping. In the end, they were all moved by the same concern, which somewhat reassured Aaron, who had often been criticized for overreacting to innocuous subjects. A handful of children emerged from the corridor and rushed towards their targets at full speed. A second wave soon followed, and more pairs and trios were formed. The director felt his heart quicken as his neurons began to imagine all sorts of contingencies that could explain this absence. At the third salvo, a familiar face stood out from the crowd and was immediately spotted. Jack galloped toward him with a smile running from ear to ear, and he threw himself into his arms with a blissful expression that annihilated all apprehensions of this very special day.

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In the original draft, there's a dialogue between the BAU team members after they left Quantico. JJ told them the truth and as Emily was asking out loud why he didn't say it to them, Derek explained that he just couldn't (because: "Boys...", you know. XD).

I cut it because it's written with Hotch's point of view, so he can't hear them. And I wanted a cuddle between the two Hotchner's boys. X3

[theforgottenmcrmy]

Hi beautiful, i hope you have a nice day, my question si if you have a mental image of what derrik and selwin could look like, like an actor, etc. ( My english is not my first language, sorry if i wrote wrong) <3

First, I understood you perfectly, don't even worry about it🖤 (PS, thank you! I hope you had/have a nice day as well!😊)

Second, thank you so much for the thoughtful question!🖤 I love these types of asks. Truth be told, I've never really imagined certain actors in particular for Derrik or Selwin while writing them so far, I just have been channeling their personalities, so to speak, more than anything else.

But I wanted to answer your ask, so this is what I've thrown together. It was a little challenging (mostly wanted to find people who could somewhat pass in physical resemblance, and who also did not look fully like grown men if they were placed next to Jace and Luke), so I put explanations below. I'm also a terrible judge of "these two people look related", so please take these suggestions with a grain of salt.

Before I get to it, did you have any actors in particular in mind for either of them, anon? If you or anyone else do, I'd love to hear your thoughts! Feel free to send me another ask.

Derrik:

This was a bit harder than I thought it would be. I wanted to find someone who somewhat resembled Ryan Corr facially (since I've described Derrik as essentially a mini-Harwin with reader's eyes). I ended up thinking maybe Spencer MacPherson? He played Charles in Reign, amongst other things. Just pretend he’s got curly hair here.😂

Selwin:

***This one is based entirely off the presumption of using Natalie Dormer/Margaery as a faceclaim for Ms. Tyrell***. And to be entirely honest, I am not sure who either of these guys are, I found them on pinterest by searching for faceclaims😅 But mostly, I just tried to channel Loras/Tyrells in general vibes for this one (since I described him as favoring the Tyrell side of the family/reader in terms of looks).

[senanatheskenana]

Good morning, I wanted to try the survey event if it's still open. If not, feel free to ignore this ask. And before we get to the question, I apologize for the grammar mistakes English isn't my native language.

1. My work ethic is more or less chaotic. I'm a huge procrastinator who can't follow a plan. I tend to do everything at the last minute under the stress and the pressure. Even if I'm interested in the work, I'll zone out pretty fast.

2. Overthinking is my second name /hj. Well, to be honest I'm a very anxious person, I tend to overanalyzing every single thing. How the baker did look at me, my outfit, my haircut... What a pain. :(

3. I use to be a very extraverted kid, but as I'm growing up I'm getting more and more introverted. I like staying alone or with the few people I can trust. Honestly, I don't see why you should waste your energy by befriending a lot of people when you can use your energy to take care of your loved ones.

4. The answer is very cliché, but it would be Japan. I would love to visit this country one day, climbing Mt Fuji, eating traditional food and discovering their culture.

5. I'm finishing High School and I don't really know what I want to study. Maybe biology or history.

6. I love sweet food with all my heart, give me chocolate and you're making me the happiest man alive.

7. I live with my cat and my two dogs and I wouldn't replace them with anything in the world. But if I could adopt another animal, it would probably be a pigeon or a bird of some kind.

8. I'm a trans man and I consider myself as aroace. So yes, this is more on a " if I could to date I would... " kind of thing or platonic. And I don't really care about the gender of my match.

9. That's a hard question. Probably the hardest on the list /hj. I don't really have one favourite song, more like a whole playlist, but if I should give you one I would say... Fine by Lemon Demon.

10. Family well... All depends on your relationship with them and how they treated you in the past. Sometimes it's important to distance yourself from them, to let go for becoming the best version of yourself. But it's also great when they got your back. So to get on a middle ground, I would say that family is important but you shouldn't let them control your life or make you feel guilty for anything. Talking about kids, I don't mind babysitting or keeping kids at home to help a friend but I don't want to be a father. I don't want kids, I would be a terrible father and I don't want them to grow up in this chaotic world. If the world became a better place, with less wars and dangers for them... Then I might reconsider my choice.

And I ended up writing way to much, I'm terribly sorry T_T. Thanks for reading this, take your time and don't forget to care of you. Have a nice day!

(ps : I find your work very cool)

im glad you like my writing, i really like writing it :)

Also don't worry about writing too much, i think that as long as it's good, you cant write too much xx

I would put you with Kazuha. He's kind and friendly and most of all very calming to be around. Kazuha likes to wander around, so he'd be thrilled to travel with you. While Kazuha can be pretty quiet, he is quite good at calming and comforting people. Kazuha understands the temptation of procrastination so he'd try his best to keep you on track, he may even do it with you. He probably isn't concerned with having children, considering he likes to be transitory and travel but he probably does like having animals around. I can totally see him with a bird too because they can easily follow the Crux

[sybilcerezo]

Hi,

I don't know how to say this and I don't want to come off as insensitive, so forgive me if I am, I truly did not intend for it.

I really liked your cover of Nicole Dollanganger's Cute Aggression and after I couldn't find it on YouTube anymore, I went looking and stumbled upon your Tumblr.

I wanted to leave a comment on YouTube about how much I liked your vocals in the cover ages ago, but was too cowardly to do so, so here I am telling you now.

I hope wherever you are in life that it's better now, and if it's not, then do not hesitate to reach out and get help.

I'm grateful for the cover because it found me in a time where I sought comfort after a really terrible relationship with an abusive person.

I won't pretend that I have any idea how terrible it has been for you, because I am only a stranger, so it probably won't mean much when I say this, but I wish you the best on your path and that its never selfish to try and lead a life as best as you can with what you've been given. This world is cruel enough to try and convince you otherwise.

All the best

- Anon

PS: sorry for bad English, it's not my mother tongue

This means a lot more than I can put into words, thank you so much! I've been having a hard time and this really put a smile on my face! This alone has given me the motivation to put it back up, I originally private it due to insecurities in my own voice and vocal abilities overall. I understand how hard it is to long for or be okay after an unhealthy relationship, I've been there many times before. Leaving is such a hard task but it's a signal of your strength and inner sense of self worth. It's absolutely liberating once you're free from the mental and emotional shackles that once bound you, it gives you back your sense of power. Thank you so much for your kind words, truly Im genuinely so grateful! I'll be making my cover public again tonight, remember you're worthy of a healthy relationship, never allow yourself to be disrespected. From one survivor to another, you've got this! (you're English is perfect btw) I hope you have an amazing day or night, wherever you are in the world, you're the best.

edit: Im so sorry it took me forever to respond, I'm not often active on Tumblr so I hope you'll forgive me for my timing.

sincerely,

Sybil Cerezo <3

[oennpellmell]

Hi ! I don't know if this is the good place to ask this, but... I discovered your Undertale's AU, Unaltered Reset today, and I fell in love with it... This is really awesome ! But I see that the last update was in 2019 and I wanted to know if this AU was cancelled or discontinued or no. PS : Sorry for my bad english, I'm still learning it. Have a good day, see ya !

Hello there, dear. OMG I am just seeing this now, And there is no date to it, so I am not even sure when this was sent. If it is a while, I am terribly sorry, to reply only today. I am really happy you fell in love with the comics. Gee, that makes me really want to show you more. And to answer you no, the comics isn't canceled. It is very much still on going, but I have been having serious health problem for the past 4 years. That is why there hasn't been any update.

At the moment, for every day I manage to be functional, I have to spend 3 days in bed to recover. I can't even work because I am a zombie most days. I am fighting really hard to get myself back in shape to restart my projects, but it is taking way more time than I hoped. Plus I keep on getting sick, since my immune system is completely whipped. So it doesn't help with rebuilding strength. It is true, the information was lacking here because I have mainly communicate on DA about it. But in short, I went from a sever depression to two long Covid, to other problems that pilled up on top of each other. Though it has taken a new turn recently that I am not entirely fond of. Right now, I am mainly focusing in finding a way to breath properly again, which has become fairly difficult over the last two months. However it is not completely on break. Right now, I am planning on turning it into a visual game novel so I can handle better the branching system. So stay tune, It will take time for it to restart I won't lie. But I am not giving up, because I really want you all to read what I have stored in my head. I hope you have a good day.

[yijanlee]

Chapter Six of " Whiskey & Cigarettes"

ps : I'm not good at english.

DRIVE ME CRAZY—

I drove her to the bar she kept mentioning, and then I returned home right away. I changed into my pajamas, and consumed the stake she had cooked for me, observing that it was tasty despite being a little cold at the time, I stepped outside to my balcony up in my room, and lit up a cigarette.

I'm not the kind of person to smoke nonstop. I sometimes smoke when I'm stressed or just need a time to loosen up.

And cigarettes made me remember a long-ago promise to my mother saying that I'll never do alcohol or cigarettes like my father did when I was a child, and I failed her by breaking that promise.

Every time I thought of my mother at night, I felt horrible and break to pieces.

My father told a big fat lie about my mom's death. Declaring that She died from a terrible illness, wasn't even true.

My father poisoned her after their argument that night; back then, they were a toxic couple. With both of my eyes, I saw it as clear as crystal.

I could still feel the pain of how my father would constantly mistreat my mother and how, whenever I stood up for her, I would receive the same discipline as my mother.

He made me call him "Godfather," which is funny because I wasn't even permitted to mention his name.

Prieto "Papa" Vargas.

The name of the person who murdered his own wife in front of his unico hijo. My own father is my greatest enemy.

I took a mouthful of smoke and let it out.

ring! ring! ring!

There are always these fuckers trying to ruin my great fucking night whenever I smoke.

I answered the call with an irritated grunt.

"speak." I instructed the caller as I took a mouthful of smoke in and exhaled it

" Hello ? Are you Celesté's boyfriend ? " the caller inquired, Uncertain of the boyfriend part.

" Yes, why is that ? " I asked, i had to admit i like the sound of that "boyfriend" thingy but i preferred "husband" more anyway.

" Celesté's drunk as fuck here and we don't know where she live at right now since she told us she already left her old apart—" the caller got interrupted by the noise coming from the background

" Hiél is a good- gooood~ kisser~ i like him~" I heard Esta (Celes) from the background, I stood up straight and put my cigarettes in the ashtray that was next to me.

" I'll pick her up, don't fucking leave her there all by herself, got it ? " I instructed the caller who I think might be her friend, Unless I'm mistaken.

" Y-yes of course ! why would i leave her here !? that would be so rude of m—" After hanging up the phone, I hurried to my closet to get my black hoodie before running downstairs to get my keys and leaving the house. Fuckin' hell she's drunk ?!

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" Hello ! are you her ride ? " The person who called me was guiding Celes at all times while holding her on her shoulder.

" Yes, that's me." I approached the two who were looking at me; the girl who appears to be Celes' friend had a really concerned expression.

I pulled Celes from her friend and opened the passenger door. I brought Celes to the seat in bridal style. God this woman must be mad.

I locked the door and faced Celesté's friend. Fuck I should have taken my four-seater vehicle.

" What happened to her ? " I questioned Celes' friend in a cold attitude.

" You see— I— I told her to not drink another glass but she didn't listen.." The unknown figure said.

At this point, I'm just pleased Celes is safe and just doing okay.

I exhaled with relief.

" There is no uber at this time, therefore I'll call someone from my office to bring you back to your house safely. " I took my phone out of my pocket.

" Hello Mr. Ice ? " One of my employees responded. thank god.

" I have a friend here- sorry what's your name ? " I turned to face the person in front of me.

" Lia, it's Lia " she stated

" Okay, I have a friend here named Lia who is unable to book an uber; pick her up and drive her home safe and sound; I'll send you the location." I stated,

" Sit down on the bus station; they should have arrived by now. Just be mindful of your surroundings." I turned to face Lia and pointed toward the bus station that was nearby.

" Thank you very much, and please take care of her.. mr. Ice ? " She hurried to the bus terminal and smiled up at me as she did so.

I then proceeded to my car, where I sat in the driver's seat. I started the car and sped away, beeping Lia to say goodbye and thank you as I went.

While we were traveling, Celes spoke often about silly things.

" You know Hiél ~ I'd kiss you every single time if i was your wi— wife~" she turned to face me and grinned. I chuckled each time she mentioned my name. she's cute.

" I'll kiss you too." I had a smile on my face as we headed home.

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I parked right in front of my residence, walked around my car to get to the passenger side, I leaned forward and grabbed her heels and lifted her in a bridal style.

She wrapped both of her arms around my neck and continued to give me little kisses on my face and neck. This woman is just clumsy and touchy when she gets drunk

She continued to hum a song, and even her murmurs sounds adorable.

We went inside as I went upstairs and brought her into my room. sliding her carefully to the bed. God, her skin on mine felt so soft.

I got up and grabbed a set of pajamas from my walk-in closet.

Changing her clothing could be unpleasant to anybody, but I have seen her body far more frequently than anyone else. She trusts me with her body, and I know this for myself. I'm not a pervert who freaks out every time I see a woman's body. Lol that's crazy. fuckin' hell who am i even explaining to ?

" Hiél ? " Celes talks a lot while asleep when she's affected by alcohol, and I've learned to adapt to that. However, sometimes I just record what she says and send it to her the following day to make fun of her. lol

" shush baby, I'm changing your clothes stay still for me mhm ? " I murmured. While still changing her clothes.

She informed me she feels more comfortable without her bras after I unclipped them because she never wears one to sleep.

" Hiél, i love you~ " she gave me a flying kiss as I was gathering her clothes off the floor. I love her. i love how everything about her is so perfect.

" I love you too, Está" I gave her a kiss on the forehead and took her worn clothing into my arms, then tucking her in my comforter to keep her warm before going downstairs to wash them.

I used to call her Está back when we were just in high school, and using it again made me feel so content. ha. i don't know what this woman did to me i love her anyway.

[otherone12]

Oh, Baby... You're Mine (part 2)

Vampire!Gerard Way × Reader

-> Masterlist

A/N: Hey!! Here is the second part of "Oh, Baby... You're Mine". It took me a little longer to finish (and even longer to find a photo where he was 'scary' and not cute), but I hope you like it :) Btw, a new Frank x Reader is comming soon...

if u didn't read, here's the part1

Summary: You wake up after your transformation, distraught and desperate for more answers. Gerard wasn't rude, but he was far from nice, you argue with him... he didn't like it at all.

- Word Count: 1.830

- Warnings: She/her pronouns. dom/sub dinamic, pet names, Kidnap, blood kink! AFAB SMUT! (probably a bit cringe, sorry)

IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS KIND OF CONTENT, DON'T READ!!!! YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME.

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps2: Sorry for the smut, i'm not used to write this, i'm still learning already. (:

- Ps3: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV

Gradually, I was awake again, but only long enough to feel a terrible pain in my head. Like some kind of fever, I was seized by a dizziness that wouldn't let me open my eyes. The atmosphere around me was heavy and intense, the air coming from my deepest breaths burning my lungs with excruciating pain. 

I was lying down, my body slightly tilted, feeling the velvet fabric that covered me from shoulder to toe. My head rested on something I thought was a pillow, but I soon realized that it was moving in sync with my breathing. 

I dared to open my eyes, hoping somehow to be reassured that it had all been a dream, or a fantasy that I had unconsciously nurtured in the depths of my mind. But all those hopes were dashed as soon as I saw the familiar pale face framed by messy black hair.

That pillow was actually Gerard’s chest. Before long, I felt his hands, which now didn't seem as cold as before, caress my shoulder under the blanket.

- Looks like someone is awake - He said, kindly, looking down at my face. Eye contact was impossible by that position, but I felt his gaze over me. - How’d you feel, princess?

I didn’t respond, just closed my eyes again, squeezing them and wishing nothing had happened. Didn’t work. Only the sound of the rain outside filled the room. 

- Well… - His cold voice broke the silence, he took a deep breath and with some anger in his voice, he continued - when you want to stop this childish bullshit and talk properly, I’m right here.

I wanted to ask him what happened, ask him how much time I spent there with him and be sure if my family was safe. Without lifting a finger, I swallowed hard and started to talk.

- Am I a-

He has this urge to be the one talking, is kinda hot, actually, but i get mad with this too. 

- Vampire?- Seriously, Gerard said, while playing with my hair. -Yes, you are. 

I already imagined it, but hearing him say it makes things even more real. I pretended not to mind his fingers in my hair as I spoke, because in a way it kind of comforted me. 

- So, now I'm immortal? - My voice still didn't come out right, so my sentences sounded like a whisper - I’m gonna have to drink people’s blood?! 

- Actually, we’re gonna drink cow’s blood, we don’t need people. - he chuckled, and spoke with genuine joy - And about immortality, yes, we’re gonna live together forever, isn’t that amazing, hun? 

Even now my blood is cold, I'm sure it bubbled when I realized that he didn't need to screw with my life, he did it for mere selfish pleasure.

- If you don’t needed people’s blood, why the fuck you thought i’ll be nice to bite me?!

He stopped carrinsing me, breathing deeply and, like a growl, he said:

- You better calm the fuck down. - My body shook when he changed the sharp way to talk in a sweet tone - I already told you, princess. We love each other. If I didn’t bite you, you would get old and die, and I would be forced to live without you. 

- You were living normally without me.

I murmured. The way he changes from threatening to loving confuses me. I didn't know if I was afraid of him or if I just gave in at once. Maybe that's his charm after all. I'm aware of the manipulation, but instead of worrying, maybe it's easier to just let him have me. No. He's already ruined my life, I can't give in so easily.

- But when I saw you, darling, I knew that I was just existing, not living. 

No one has ever told me something like that before, maybe he really loves me, maybe deep inside of me, I love him back, I just don’t see it clearly now. 

- So what? I’m gonna have to get used to you?

- Basically. - The disgusting pride on his voice just got me mad - Don’t worry, you have all the time in the world to do this.

In the second he stopped to talk, before he could pet my head with this hand, which was moving to it again, I sat, getting off Gerard's arms. I held the blanket to cover my breasts. Anyway, he looked at me from top to bottom, with a fucking grin on his face.

It hurts me to admit it, but damn, his teeth are so arousal.

 - Y’know, you don’t need to get all shy from me. - he rolled his eyes, getting up and sitting  - You’re so gorgeous… all mine and-

- Can you just shut the fuck up for a minute?! - I gathered courage mixed with the anger I was feeling at that moment and interrupted him with a scream. Making him completely change his glance. - You kidnaped me, raped me, bit me or whatever the fuck did you done. I will NEVER be yours!

Although it would have been wonderful to get it all off my chest, my regret came so quickly as he approached. His gaze darkened and a chill ran down my spine when his hand went up to my chin and held it steady, making me look at him.

- Let's see about that, darling.   

I froze. the fear that I had managed to abandon for a moment returned, and I was, once again, in a situation of hopelessness. Gerard kissed my lips roughly, I tried to deflect, but his hands held my face, forcing me to remain kissing him. He climbed on me still with his tongue in my mouth, his sharp fangs pierced my lips, and now I'm tasting my own blood again. But it was different than the last time, something changed, maybe because I'm not human anymore.

- Maybe turning you into a vampire wasn’t enough for you, baby. - Again, he was kneeled around my waist. - Maybe I need to show you how to behave… then you’ll admit that you belong to me.

- I’m s-sorry, I didn't meant to-

He cut me off with a slap. To be honest, it didn't hurt, but the way it shut me up for him was humiliating. His sinism in caressing my face with such delicacy after hitting me was something so low, but at the same time it made me feel attracted to him.

- I’m sorry, sugar, I tried to be nice. - He was almost whispering, I couldn't tell if he was being kind, sarcastic, dominant, or threatening. - I really did, but you didn’t listen… 

Quicker than I could absorb, he got out of bed, leaving me there, alone, lying naked. I was already expecting the worst, knowing he wouldn't let this go. I barely heard his footsteps walking away and I took a second look around the room, trying to take my mind off the fact that he was making me horny by waiting for whatever he had in mind.

I heard Gerard getting closer, followed by the harsh sound of his voice.

- Well, let's have some fun, princess.

The weight of his body on mine warmed me, but some metal pierced my neck. I knew that was a knife, cutting a line on my throat, a slit that Gerard admired with a certain pride. 

He licked the tip of the knife provocatively, probably wondering where he would hit next.

With the cut on my neck, it was difficult to breathe without drowning in my own blood, he realized, and his smile made it clear that the weaker I appeared the more powerful he felt, and consequently the more control over me he had.

Unable to speak, my reactions were limited to small moans, which mixed pain and pleasure in a way that made the situation even more pleasant for Gerard.

It's not as if he was going to kill me, because that would have been impossible, but I could still feel every sensation of the knife piercing my skin as he stood over me with his lips almost pressed to mine, whispering in it with a low voice:

- We’re just beginning, baby. 

Was hard to hear his voice, because I was so dizzy from the pain. Stunned, I barely had time to breathe, and soon I felt another cut, this time even lower. The blade slammed into my abdomen and my senses were cut off by the tearing pain that gripped my body. 

Faster, he took off the knife, letting it drop on the wooden floor, and held my torso firmly, as he followed the trail of blood with his tongue, getting down and down, meeting my clit. 

A loud moan escapes from my mouth, and I grip the sheets trying to hold myself on while he is eating me.

He kissed my thigh, running his hands on my body. Somehow, he got up on me again, pulling down his boxers and preparing himself to fuck me. 

Gerard opened my legs and thrusted inside of me pushing himself against me. With every movement he did the pain was disappearing,being replaced by remnants of carefree, every second lasted really long, and I was getting close to my orgasm.

- Don't you dare cumming without my permission! - not surprisingly, he noticed my state, so he said dominantly - Beg.

Having no time to think and putting my pride aside, I started to beg, but not too much, just enough to make him feel in control. 

- Please, Sir.

He kept the same rough and velocity. I hoped it was enough for him to let me get to my climax, but his growl was followed by what I feared.

- You can do better than that.

- Please I beg you, Sir! - I felt tears rolling down my cheek, desperate to not do it without permission - Let me come, please!

- You're so adorable… - He chuckled, enjoying every moment, while I tried my best to hold me back, not wanting a new punishment -  do it one more time.

- Please, Sir. I can't hold it anymore.

- Cum for me, darling.

I did. I felt my body tremble, taking me to a completely different state of feelings. How is it possible for him to make me feel this way? I can’t say if I want more or if I want to get out of there.  

- Good girl. 

The praise made me feel so good, but he hadn't stopped yet. Kissing my neck, he was going deeper inside of me, making me scream.

- Now, I'm gonna fill you up.

In a few moments I felt the liquid inside my body, dripping down my cunt and mixing with my cum. He grunted and squeezed my hips. Part of me was completely surrendered, but the other did not want to succumb to Gerard's wishes. 

-G-gee…

- Shh… let's clean you up, sugar.

He moved my hair from my face and kissed my sweat forehead, caressing my face. 

Fuck… I think I'm falling for him.

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~That's it! Hope u liked :)

PART 3!

[slytherpuff98]

KuroMahi Week || Day 07: AU

Amortentia

Mahiru and Tinker watched all the other female students from both their houses, surround the little steaming cauldron in a thrill of emotion. The brunette sighed in disbelief: all that mess just for a silly love potion. She was well aware of the strength and the unbelievable properties of that little heart-bubbling fluid, but, putting aside the mix of despair and fear that would inevitably bring anyone to use it without thinking it twice, she wasn't still able to understand how they could wish for a “fake infatuation” instead of “true love” by putting their egoism and selfishness in front of the sentiments of the one they proclaim to love. If there was a thing Mahiru learned from when she arrived at Hogwarts five years ago, was certainly that wizards, against all the espectetions, likes to make things more complicated than they should be. She took a look at Misono and tried to stop herself from giggling push a hand against her own mouth: he - as the other boys - avoided the idea of join that ridiculous crowd and decided to stay in his place in order to appear disinterested, but the way he was trying to look over their classmates’ heads standing on his tiptoe, was totally blowing up his cover. Lily’s voice, coming from behind her, woke up the brunette from her thoughts making her blush instantaneously. Mahiru wasn't still able to approach him as a teacher either than a friend, especially after what happened the year before in the Shrieking Shack. Thank goodness, they were all still alive. << Shirota Mahiru-chan, would you like to tell us about amortentia? >> << Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world. It is distinctive for its mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rises from the potion in spirals. Amortentia smells different to each person, according to what attracts them. >> << Very good! Would you like to tell us what you smell out of the cauldron? >> Mahiru’s eyes opened up in shock. “ Damn it Lily! Didn't espect that from you! You really are a Servamp after all. ” she thought before taking her decision. Thinking simply, it was better not to seem embarrassed by it and drag less attentions from their classmates. Reluctant under the firm gaze of all her companions, the young Seeker approached the cauldron and smiled, feeling immediately taken away by the illusory properties of the infusion. << I smell... Lavanda soap... This must be hamburger... broomstick’s polish and... >> She was listing them dreamily when a sudden realization got her screaming and blushing at the same time. A familiar scent, too familiar in her opinion... << WET FUR?!? >>

Here's my only personal post for the " KuroMahi Week ". This is just Mahiru's part of the story, because I didn't have the time to complete it. So, if you are interested in Kuro's version just add a like.

❤️ Happy KuroMahi Week everybody. ❤️

[keysmashingfantasies]

Heyo! Could you maybe do a story about Chishiya and reader. Something about the both of them getting into a huge fight over something and they start avoiding each other. After a bit both come to realise they really miss each other but are to stubborn to do anything. Chishiya finally cracks and decides to tell reader but before he could they go into a game and reader avoids him until they end up getting hurt nearly dying. So he tells them how he feels but reader ends up surviving and the go back to the roof and talk and they confess and he asks her out and lots of fluff. Sorry my English is terrible.

i sure can! thank you for asking (⁠´⁠∩⁠｡⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠｡⁠∩⁠`⁠). and your english is fine, don't worry!

ps: it's a bit different from the request but i hope that's ok with you.

ps2: this is so fucking long im sorry.

potential tw: mentions overdose and lethal dosages, several medications and substances, syringes, medical inaccuracy in general. anon, if this is triggering for you please contact me again so i can write something different for you.

The thing in the new world is that there was no way of telling the time accurately. Unless you were in a timed game, there were only sunrises and sunsets to rely on. So you went by feeling. The thumping of the bass music by the pool, for instance, even when people were just starting to come back from the games, felt like it had been going on for days. It felt like you and Chishiya were stuck on a fight for about the same amount of time, his smug attitude combined with the music was enough to make your head hurt and you wanted to strangle him.

"You have to realize you can't sacrifice yourself for strangers like that", he said. You sighed for the nth time since the conversation started.

"It wasn't a sacrifice! I'm right here, am I not?", you said. Chishiya's anxiety was on an all time high, which on the outside translated to him being furious. He couldn't believe he almost lost you.

"You could not be! What, you decided to be a hero now?", his face looked calm for now, but he had red splotches on his chest and going up his neck, the vein on the side of it bulging under the hot skin, he started to move his hands around inside his pockets.

"It was a calculated risk! I knew there were no chance of me dying, Chishiya!", you were exasperated. You knew Chishiya had a habit and a hobby of treating beach residents like children but you thought you and Kuina were an exception, that you got an ounce of respect. Apparently, you were wrong.

"There's always chance of death here. If that was a calculated risk then you sure are stupid". His face slightly fell. He immediately regretted it. If your anger felt like a boiling pot on the verge of overflowing before, now it felt like a heavy block of ice on your chest. You wanted to hurt him. Chishiya was indifferent and nonchalant about a lot of things. But he despised stupidity.

"What did you just called me?", you said, your voice low. And if it wasn't for the mind numbing song being done, only to be quickly replaced with another, Chishiya was sure he wouldn't have heard you.

"You're not thinking straight. I guess I was mistaken about you and how useful you can be", he regained composure very quickly. He didn't repeat the word again, though.

"Is that what I'm good for? Being useful to you?", you voice was pure venom. Chishiya gave the fakest smirk in his life but it worked. He refused to let you win. You were fuming beneath all that ice.

"I don't know if that's all you're good for. But it's true", he shrugged his shoulders. It was your time to smile, but it did not reach your eyes, the light inside of them dimming.

"Then good luck for you and Kuina to get out of here without me. I hope you don't throw her under a bus too", you spat, leaving him behind on the roof.

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You had to pull some strings and kiss some ass but you managed to go to a game on a whole different district than Chishiya, rather than stay close to him. If you happened to land on the same game and saw his face, you were certain that given the chance you'd kill him. That's what you told yourself when you started to avoid him after the fight a few days prior.

Honestly, as much as you were furious, you know seeing him would hurt more than refresh your anger. And you didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

You landed on a game of clubs with four Beach girls and two strangers. You all entered a white room, unsettlingly bright and clean with one table and one monitor on one of the walls of what used to be a hospital. You knew Chishiya would know what to do and the thought of him made your face twist in disgust. You stood around a circular table with what looked like all sorts of medical containers. Droppers, syringes, beakers, flasks of medication arranged in a circle around a roulette. You accessed the strangers again. For the looks of it, father and son, that landed on this new world by accident. Good luck with that, you thought. At least they're in a clubs game for now.

Registration closed. Game: Pharmacy. Difficulty: 7 of clubs. In the table there are dosages of different substances in various degrees of toxicity, from harmless to lethal. The players will take turns spinning the roulette to decide what they should consume. Then, the remaining six will decide the course of action. The game objective is to finish the whole 7 containers one way or another, but they all must be consumed. If you try to empty the containers in any other way, is game over. You can lose players in this game, but only unanimous decisions will count. You will have one hour.

First, the blonde girl on the right is selected first to spin the roulette. The robotic voiced ringed again: Player one: 3500mg of cough syrup.

Then the boy. He looked about 18. Player two: 100mg of cyanide. His father started sobbing immediately, a sound you tried your best to drawn out. You understood though. The boy weighed 60kg at best.

Then one of the other girls that came with you, one with pastel blue hair, that was standing across from you in the circular table was next. Player three: 700mg of pure mercury.

Then the father was next, he sniffled and turned the roulette with a weak arm, absolutely devastated. The kid looked more concerned for his life then him. Player four: 800mg of sugar. He gave a humorless laugh and banged his fist on the table, but the boy visibly relaxed. Only in the borderlands. But you understood. If it came down to it, you'd rather see Chishiya safe than be safe yourself.

Then another girl was next. You didn't know how she wasn't cold with her sleeveless pink top. She was shaking when she turned the wheel but it most definitely looked like nerves rather than the chilly room. Player five: 60mg of tigersnake venom.

Then it was your turn. You felt like you were about to throw up, spinning the the roulette with as much force as you could, as if that'd help with anything. Player six: 24mg of tetrodotoxin. Shit, you thought.

Then the last girl, with stripey blonde highlights on her hair. She had shed a few tears. Player seven: 20mg of ricin.

You have one hour.

The father immediately panicked.

"My son is not taking anything. If the rest of you don't take it all, I'll kill you all myself", he spat.

"It's in the rules that the decisiond must be unanimous. If you kill us without taking our votes into consideration, you'll die as well", you deadpanned, only to make an expression of distaste next. You spoke like Chishiya.

"What will we do then? Just do it and then what? Wait to see if it kills us?", blue haired girl broke down, hugging herself.

"No, maybe there's another way...", the pink top girl said.

"YEAH? LIKE WHAT?", the older man yelled, promptly initiating a ruckus. They were all screaming, crying, talking over each other in the small space, the pounding headache you had on the beach was returning. If that was a calculated risk then you sure are stupid.

"EVERYONE QUIET!", you yelled. "Please, okay? Maybe... maybe there's something we're missing", you said, resting your trembling hands on the cool glass of the table.

"Like what? You know what poison you got? Tetrodotoxin. People die every year from eating that. Just a few grams and BAM!", the father was cackling. "If I'm going to lose my son then I'll make sure to kick you while you're dying".

"Dad!", the son looked horrified. This world really takes the worst of people. The father calmed down while being reprimanded by his son and the other girls.

"What did you say?", you asked. You were so angry to be asking yourself what would Chishiya do. But even with him being an absolute asshole, he was smart. You shook your head again. "...then you sure are stupid".

"I said I'll kick-"

"No, you moron. Before that", you asked.

"A few grams?", he looked genuinely confused.

"Yeah... That. It's poison but... to kill us, it needs a certain amount, right?", you said. "What if we share?"

Everyone agreed immediately, except for the father, who needed maybe 15 more minutes of persuasion. Even if by the end of it, just his son had enough patience to deal with him.

"Everything is measured", the boy said. "Maybe this is what we are supposed to do after all!", the boy was so optimistic it made you sad.

"Okay. Let's start". You took the small dropper from the table.

"We'll start with yours?", the pink girl asked.

"You're right. Let's start with the less lethal first. If we get out quick enough we can-", you took a glance at the boy and his father. "We can make ourselves puke as quick as possible. And find a pharmacy". You didn't have the heart to say you had access to a doctor in front of the two non Beach members. "Sugar first. You, are you good at math?", you asked the boy. After everything was calculated, each one of you ate the dosage of sugar as quick as possible, the overwhelming sweetness making you clench your jaw.

"Next-", you started.

"Cough syrup?", asked the ricin girl.

"Yeah, I think so", you took turns passing the beaker around, taking tentative sips to make sure the liquid was evenly distributed. If you weren't overwhelmed with the sweetness before, you sure was now.

"What now?", asked blue haired girl, her eyes going glassy and big.

"Mercury next", you said.

"100 milligrams for each?", asked the girl. "Are you sure?"

"No. But it's better than only you taking 700mg all by yourself, no?", you said, and she nodded decidedly.

After it was consumed, you looked around. "Everyone ok?", besides uneasy looks, no one had collapsed yet which you took as success for the time being. "We have to be quick now, before our body starts processing it".

-

"Take her inside! Take her inside now!", pleaded the girls, while Tatta carried your limp body on his arms to Ann's autopsy room, followed by a small mob of curious people.

Chishiya, that was on the lobby worried sick at your game taking so long blanched immediately seeing your limp body. You and the four desperate girls following Tatta covered from what it seemed splotches of your own puke. Fortunately, the militants decided to be useful for once and disperse the crowd. Chishiya, an executive member, was let in.

-

Up close it was even scarier. He was used to seeing people in these conditions at the hospital but never someone he cared about. He went in and out of consciousness it seemed, his body frozen and eyes zeroed in on your closed ones while the blue haired girl sterically tried to explain to Ann what had happened, her latex gloved fingers down your throat to make you puke more.

"This man... Poison... Convincing him... Unanimous... The son...Really sick... Two minutes... Took what was left... Saved our lives".

If Chishiya wasn't already absolutely destroyed, he definitely would be now. This was the final blow to his conscience. He insulted you, pushed you away, let you go on to a game without him or Kuina. So you strayed from his sight and now you were passed out on a table, covered in puke. Just because he was too much of a coward to just tell you he was worried because he loved you.

"She's not puking anymore. Now we just have to take care of her and wait. Tatta, take her out of here. Girls, I'll take care of you next".

"I'll take her. Tatta, I'll take her to my room", With each one of your limp arms around the neck of each man, they slowly managed to take you into the elevator until Chishiya's room's floor. He put you on the bed on your side carefully and forced himself to not even blink as much, waiting for any reaction out of you, checking your heartbeat every 10 seconds. After an hour and some crying he decided to gingerly clean you up with a moist towel, taking off your dirty clothes and rinsing your mouth delicately with water, sitting next your naked body on the bed and taking one of your hands in his, placing it on his lap and playing with your fingers, one of his thumbs pressed firmly into your pulse.

"I'm so sorry. You're not dumb. You're not dumb at all. You're just brave. Braver than me. I shouldn't have said that, I'm a coward, I should've admitted to you and myself that I loved you and spared you from this. Please wake up so I can look you in the eyes when I apologize", he looked at your naked body in the moonlight, your face looked serene despite everything. You looked like an angel. For a moment he tried to pretend you had just made love. That you were asleep dreaming of the life you'd start together out of that world. He rested his elbows on his knees, dropping his head and pressing your hand sandwiched between his on his sweaty forehead.

"...shiya", you groaned.

-

Everything hurt. Your head, your joints, your throat. Your limbs felt like they were made of lead and you had to make a conscious effort to move even a pinky. Then everything came rushing back.

"Y/N? Y/N, open your eyes. Open. Please. It's me, Chishiya", a voice you knew all too well spoke.

To the dismay of your pounding head, you opened your eyes, but even with the lights off you still felt awful.

"What are you doing here?", you slurred, coughing a bit from your raw throat. Your mouth tasted like something crawled inside it and died.

Instantly a bottle of cold water was pressed to your lips, and you tried your best to glare at Chishiya through your drowsy state while he helped you drink. He looked rough, like he hadn't slept days and had been crying a lot.

"You been crying?", you asked, voice to weak to go above a whisper.

"I was worried about you", he said, placing the bottle back on the bedside table without looking you in the eyes.

"You worried about me? Why? Thought you said I was dumb and not useful for your scheming and whatnot. What changed?", he could tell you were angry, even if your voice was monotone.

"I changed. I loved you before all the same. I just...", he paused for a moment. You opened a weak smile and Chishiya was suddenly on the verge of tears again. "I'm sorry. This was all my fault. I just-", he cupped your face.

"How is what happened to me your fault?", you asked.

"I should've been there. With you. But even when I wasn't, you made me proud. I love you", he said.

"It's not your fault. I had to go be a hero again. Not smart", you closed your eyes, the weak lighting finally getting the best of you.

"Very smart. The smartest in this whole place", he said softly.

"Besides you?", you chuckled before coughing again.

"Yeah, that", he gave you a wobbly smile you didn't see.

"Chishiya... I love you. And I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have avoided you", you said. "Come hold me please? I owe you a kiss, promise I'll pay as soon as I can brush my teeth".

Chishiya held you to his chest gingerly, kissing the top of your head. He'd never leave you out of sight again.

[awne]

Choices I picked with Armin for the first episode

I don't know if we can call it a "guide" (i never did one so idk) but I wanted to share the choices I picked during my walkthrough to help in case someone was hesitating! The episode cost me like 1240 AP and at the end, I got +35 l'o'm with Armin. And I got the illustration! c:

(ps: it is possible that the answers don't 100% correspond of the wording in english. I play at the french version of the game so I used a translator, but normally you could recognize which answer corresponds to which!)

Color code Green = correct answer Blue = neutral answer Red = wrong answer

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A. (I threw myself at Rosa's neck) B. (I opened my arms wide to kiss them both) +5 Rosa +5 Alexy C. (I hugged Alex and laughed) D. Whoa, whoa, calm down!

A. I guess so. If I had expected to see you, I wouldn't be here. B. (I preferred to continue ignoring him). +5 with Armin (thank you monstartizen for the tip!) C. Neither would I… Your brother has these ideas. +0 with Armin

A. (I looked for Alex and Rosa…) B. Shut up, please. C. Don't take your dreams for realities. +5 with Armin

A. Find the sexiest underwear you have. +5 with Armin too! (thank you monstartizen and triska19 for pointing it!) B. Find a thick, good quality cup. C. Find a pair of sunglasses. +5 with Armin

A. You'll get a double cheeseburger with two fries and a sprite. +5 with Armin B. It's a trick, you never get the same thing. -5 with Armin (thank you triska19 for the tip!) C. You're going to get a special burger, with nuggets, a coke and fries.

A. If I need help, I'll ask a vendor, thanks. B. Yes, I'm looking into college courses +5 with Armin C. Actually, it's none of your business!

A. Well, no computer for me today… +5 with Armin B. I'm sorry, it's my fault. C. It's your fault!

A. That's right, and I hoped you were better than him. B. But maybe there was a middle ground to be had anyway! +5 with Armin C. Just like I can't frame you anymore.

A. You didn't think you'd get away with it, did you? -5 with Armin B. What? This is a public place, right? +5 with Armin (thank you monstartizen and ghouluke for the tip!) C. And why not? I still do what I want.

A. How you messed it up, and knowingly especially. B. I feel like you have a lot of explaining to do. +5 with Armin C. You lied to me the whole time we were together.

A. But you were already up to it! +5 with Armin B. But up to what?! C. Impressing me?! I hope you are kidding?

A. (I just want to turn around and get out of here.) B. (I have a terrible urge to slap him right now.) C. (I need to break this sudden closeness between us.) ILLUSTRATION

[meaty4spicedbuns]

Tokyo Revengers - How they would react if they little moew moew go f e r a l

Fem!reader x Grown up!Toman's Boy, pairing : Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Baji

Grown's up them with Mikey not turning completly crazy. Can we say he had black hairs ? Because it SUIT HIM SO WELL eheh *black hair team* eh,,oh,, Baji's alive ofc*

Pairing : All of them grown up! with Manjiro Mikey Sano, Ken Draken Ryûgûji, Keisuke Baji, Matsuno Chifuyu and Takashi Mitsuya

Warning : Fighting and you being badass and the boys being jaw dropped ? , also i proofread it four times but english isn't my native langage so if there is still mistake i can't do anything about it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Resume : You are a girl. And boys see girl as girly right ? Make up, jewerly, dress, cat/dog or even bunny lovers, pastry and tea and why not celebrity crush ?

Of course you can be like that. Of course you aren't gonna play the "not like other girls" cards. You like baking, puppy, kitty, pretty dress, make up; and all of that at your own level.

But you are also a woman. And a woman need to fight back in this terrible world ; some since they are girl. So you took fight classes, kravmaga lesson, self defense lessons. Anything to beat ass down the ground. You are training two hours a day- four days a week. Your body isn't showing it that much, but you can fight and win. Your body is strong. Your are fierce. A menace to society.

Author note : reminder that this point of view of the boyz and they attitude is M Y point of view, and it's mine only. If you don't agree, don't engage. Any disrespectfull comment would lead to a block. All character are aged up. So if you don't feel comfortable with any scenario just block and ignore.

PS : I'm sorry, but I guess you can directly read who are my favorites one and,,, sorry not sorry eheh... Anyway ! I hope you'll have a good reading ! Planning to write for more of the boys, so hit me up if you have any more idea of who you wanna see eheh i might think about it,,

Baji

Would be an ass about it to tease you.

"Oh Kitten wanna fight?" "If you want I'll let you win" "oh I'm so scared of you", he'll tease you to death I swear

He is the tipycall "boy will be boy" about it

But he is also a feral Meow himself after all, and you always play the mistress in need for fun since you know him in highschool, and he'll always play the "savior prince" for the joke - don't take it bad tho he is a full feminist.

So it's been YEARS he is the one protecting you (and liking it).

So let's say he would NEVER guess what you are capable of

It happen that someday you are out by yourself at night. When you don't feel like staying in. Your boy finish his day late at the petshop, so you often wonder alone until he send you a text saying he is free. Then you answer to tell him to meet you at the nearest 24/24 supermarket to get biscuit and eat it somewhere cool to watch the stars.

And when you are lost in the aisle, wondering if he would preferer Pocky's, Granola's or Oreo's, you can hear someone enter the shop. Nothing too weird. The cashier don't even look him. It's around 10P.M now and you phone didn't ring from any kind of answer from your boy.

You kneel down to check some biscuit and decide for some oreos for your boyfriend when you feel someone passing right behind you. When you get up, you turn around to see nobody. But the cold chill running down your spine isn't lying.

No need to fear. You can fight back.

Without turning around, you get up and go to the drink aisle. You are ready to grab fruit juice for Baji (Redbull and shit like that a prohibiden for him, he is too much energic for that) and a Coffee for you since you are getting a little bit tired.

Once again that chill coming back. You can feel a cold ice picking throught your neck, lifting your hairs from anxiety. When you turn to check around, you see a black jacket fadding away in the next aisle. You decided to follow it to check on who the fuck is following you but cross nobody. The shop seems empty except from you and the cashier.

A second after, the door of the shop ring, letting you know he's gone.

Thankfully.

You then go checking out, paying for you stuff. The cashier is completly off and sloppy. He seems walksleeping at this point.

Once it finished you say goodbye and go wait outside in front of the storefront.

Five minutes pass, and finally you see some mouvement from a shadow afar. You didn't saw it before since your eyes are simply getting used to the darkness. But now you can finally see throught the darkness and realize someone had been staring at you. A large and tall guys is standing against a broken lamppost facing you. The big hoodies hide half his face, but you can feel he is staring right at you. His gaze pierce trhought your clothes and you hate that deeply.

To not get in trouble you decided to ignore him. Less you interact, better you feel. Typical reaction right ? But visibly it do not stop that asshole to bother you. And in a minute he is catcalling you.

"What'a cute girl's doing late in the night ?"

You don't want to answer, to give attention. Ignoring things often work when it's about catcalling. But after three "Hey" and a "I'm talking to you !" you can clearly see him getting annoyed and moving on his feet, walking toward you.

"Don't move closer, you shout at him but he don't listen. He continue to move toward you

"I'm warning you, don't come crying right after.

"When a man is talking to you, you must answer you ungratefull bitch."

Your shoulders tense by hearing the final insult that made you balance your cool from boiling rage. You aren't in the mood right now to do some fuss. You just wanted to wait for your man to come pick you up. You just wanted to eat biscuit and talk about shit. But visibly the destiny choosed otherwise. This cunt is obligating you to teach him some lesson.

So you put down your grocery bags down the ground. You push your feet in front taking a fight and solid position, fist up your face. You look him up and down while he is lifting his eyebrow in a surprises expression right a few few feets away.

"Move closer and I'll break your both knees, you spit."

The shinny sign of the 24/7 right behind you glow enought for you to see his faces now. He is grinning, looking down at you.

Your breath is so loud from you getting anxious that you don't even paid attention to the fadding sound of the motorcycle from afar. The only focus right now is the tall man taking one step forward while you order him to not do it. Leading to a lot of things happening to a matter of a minute.

Baji arriving on his bike, putting a foot down a meter away from you just kicking the guy in face with a very strong foot kick. He is almost fleeing away while the cashier, from the other side of the window glasses, is watching the full scene jaw wide open.

But your boyfriend don't even bother for you. Seeing you throwing a hight kick in a large guy is very impressive, and he is really excited about it, but he isn't the type of guys showing it right away on his face or exclaming it. He just pass right behind you to bend over the grocery bag while you put your feet down. Baji didn't wanted to bother you, liking the show you are giving. You only realized he is here a few second later, scare of a presence behind you, once you wake up from your anxiety after seeing your opponent down the ground.

" Baji ?!" You jump away. "When did you arrive?? "

The concerned one is half his head on the bag. He lift it up once he hear his name, the little box of orange juice already open sipping on it.

"You're an angel, thank for the snack I were so thirsty !"

You sigh, rolling your eyes. Both of you then got up on his bike before he drive you somewhere where you can climb on a rooftop, under the shinnong moonlight.

He then process to talk :

"That was pretty impresive.

"What'ya mean, you ask with a Pocky's in the mouth.

"Your kick. You throw him away on the ground in only ONE kick ?! So cool !!" He smile right at you. " So you can actually fight?

"I told you already !

"My girl's a fighter!" He smirk. "If I would have knew for all thoses years I would had let you fight for me ! Shoulda fight you one day to test you.

"Gotta kick your'ass." You laught, he laught too, leaning his head on your shoulder.

Draken

He would trust your words, but still unconsciously would need to see it to belive you fully.

He would made fun of you from time to time like "Big girl wanna fight." and thoses shit.

After all you'll be his rock and he would mostly see you being soft for him. Kisses, cuddle, papouille, massage.

You would spend most of the time on the side, letting himself getting involved in fight simply because you trust him, and it seems to please him to fight.

From the time going on, your dynamic would be mostly Big Boy with Soft girl things. He is the scary dog privilege and you would love that (especially once he got his dark hairs, making him look more badass)...

Until one day when some guys gathered around you two. At first Draken told you to back off, that he would took care of it. And you listened. You trust him and his strenght.

But they were too much, and some were stronger than he thought ; and they had weapon. Baseball bat and that jeez shit. They were douchbag that would use any method to win against him, Draken the old higher up from the Toman, to the point they were four mans jumping on your boyfriend to block him ; each one on his arm, the two others pulling his hairs, kicking his legs to put him on his knees.

That is when you decided to enter the fight.

Despite them being douch, they didn't even paid attention to you, letting you time to prepare yourself. You tight your hairs in a small bun, zip your jacket to the top, stretch a little before coming in. You take a step back and jump on your feet, running toward the group. In a big jump you throw a big kick in a guy's back, making him fall on the ground, dragging Draken with him, leading the three others to break they position.

Once you touch the ground, you bend your knee, lift your fist in front of your face to take a defense position. You are facing a guy who sems a little surprised to see a woman in a fight ; thanks for you because it mean he isn't prepare to fight. So it easier for you to throw him a punch right in his nose, breaking it as the same time from your own strenght.

At the moment his head back from the punch, you threw your knee in his groin, making his full body gettin tense from the pain. And finally you grab his face to smash it against your other knee. Some blood sparkle on your tight and your skirt but at this point you don't care. A last kick to push him away that you turn to see his partner looking at you.

Draken is beating up the second guys standing up so you decided to take care of the last one. You throw him a kick that he dodge, but he wasn't waiting for the second one right after. He fall right in his head, making him K.O in one kick.

"Dolly, you can hear Draken's from behind. You put your hairs back to face him all smillying.

"Yes ?

"Dolly, when did you learn that ?

"I told you i can fight.

"I didn't thought fight like "fightinh like a godess" for god's sake !"

At first you didn't realized the compliment he made you. But once it hit your brain you smile even more.

"Thank you babe."

And in a minute he lift you to put you on his shoulder like a potatoes bag.

"Needa go back home, I want to learn more about your skills Doll."

Mikey

Mikey would never have truly trust you to be able to fight ; he is the protector, the invisible Mikey. HE would be the one protecting you and not the other way around. But you don't see it badly since he act like that with everybody around him.

Mikey litteraly grab you to be his side quest partner in the Toman, and you accepted it.

You are his cuddle pillow, his papouille maker. You are his soft side for whenever he don't feel like getting up in the morning.

You are the one looking after him most often when Draken don't do it. You are as childish as him when you want, but also responsible when it needed to.

You are one of thoses who helped him his whole life when he wadn't feeling like himself. Your years spent by his side until the adult life helped him being more stable, and strong.

He saw you as a treasure at this point, and decided to keep you close him at any time he can ; he isn't physically scaring but let's say you could go around a lot of part of tokyo without being bothered since people would know you are Mikey's precious treasure ; and that the Bonten would always keep an eyes on you. At 27 years olds you are the most powerfull woman in the darken industry.

It happened when you where wandering around with Mikey. You were walking around Shibuya, taking any turns when you'll felt like. You were looking for a store to buy snack ; or was it an excuse to stay around together more?

Anyway. You were both just casually walking, your hands around Mikey's one in his pocket. It's been a while since Mikey isn't that talkative blond furry ball, but you don't mind less. You are the one talking more about your boring normals work days from your daily life.

Because of course, Mikey can be the leader of the delinquency of Tokyo than he wouldn't want you to be directly a part of it.

So silent Mikey it would be.

Walking next to you.

Until his eyes caught up something.

From afar is a little supermarket, lost in a narrow alley. It's crooked, it's dark, only the light of the window is showing some life sign, but it's still here.

And Mikey's not afraid. Despite anything, that boy's always arms with you around, and at the end he is literally a walking weapon. So weird dark narrow street? Pf.

Plus, what got him is that this particulary market shop had display on the window a specific snack you both enjoyed to eat when you were younger. It's stopped to be sell from most of the city around Tokyo a few years ago, and it both made you a little sad since it was one of your fav things. So seeing it now dragged Mikey's attention.

The black haired, long tired eyes, chef Tokyo's d��linquant instantly became that light blond furry ball for a short instant. Looking down at you with that little smirk smile, you can feel his hands squeezing yours.

" Look, he says. Isn't it that thing we used to eat before??"

He drags you to the shop window to point it to you. But you weren't looking at the little box of biscuit, but mostly at the two heavy men's starring at you both form the other side. Your feminin side is screaming you to not come closer as they look both of you up and down multiples times. You can see them whispering things to each other.

" It's true it's been a while, you answer still not looking at what your boyfriend is pointing.

" We should get a box, or two.

" Why not looking up the internet later? It's late.." You feel like your boy is clueless about thoses two guys and your instinct is screaming you to run away at this poiny. Did they recognized him? You hope no.

" Why not now? We don't know if we can buy them online.

" Honey..

" Sugar?" He turn around to face you and lift up your chin. " Are you still afraid of thoses two gigantic men's starring down at us inside?"

At least he saw them. You sight, nodding.

" I'll tell you to do not fear world with me by your side. I saw them trying to impress the cashier. But I want thoses biscuit."

His eyes darken a little. He squeeze your hand into his, making you shiver. It's like his touch came from a reassuring warmest to a colder ice.

Your node again and follow him in the store to the aisle where the box package is. You can feel adrenaline through your veine while your boyfriend is casually looking around for his treat like nothing is important in life.

"Aren't you thirsty?" he finally say when he see a guy's from the corner of his eyes.

You node and change the aisle. You can see him walking toward the stranger right before you loose him from sight. You hear a few words like "Aren't you from the B-" but the slight ambiante music cut the words from your ears.

So you walk to the fruit juice section, looking at then while your mind wonder.

It wonder so much you forgot, and don't hear, the second guy. That one who saw you and couldn't keep an eyes out you. He stand behind you, putting a hand on your shoulder to grab it.

The sensation turn your fight mode instantly ON. And the adrenaline is now realased in your blood.

He made you turn around in a movment you decided to follow. At the moment you faced him, you just decide to crush his feets with yours so the first though he got is pain. Then you can step back and liberate yourself from his grip at the moment his attention is focusing on the pain and the insult he is profering about you.

He bend a little in an action to grab your hairs but you dodge. Both your closed fist are at your face level, and you just throw two hard punch one after the other righ on his noses. You can instantly see his noses bleed, hearing the craquing sound of it breaking. The guys just mumble something under his breath, not knowing what happening right now.

Then you throw the third and hardest punch in his stomach, making him bend in two. And in the tighest grip you just grab both his ears and smash your knee against his faces twices. You just want to be sure he is not gonna get on his feets soons.

When he felt on the floor, you make sure that he is far away from this world for the next few minutes. You wave your hand in front of the unconscious mans, tried to open his eyes only to fell on dark stoic pupil. He is hardly breathing but you can't even care about that.

" And you were the one being worried about thoses guys? "

Your boyfriend is waiting for you at the end of the aisle. He just got one box of biscuit under the armpit, the other already open.

" Do the boy know you can fight? " He then ask while coming toward you. You can see drip of blood on his faces and feets. You have some too, and he clean them off with the end of his jackets.

"I don't like that, he mumble. I don't want you getting involved and hurt.

" I can fight, you say firmly. I can fight and defend myself."

You brush off some of his black hairs from his eyes, putting them behind his ears.

" You don't have to worry, I'll protect you. " You smile. In a second, that smile you give him seems to bring a little bit of that old Mikey you knew.

" Anything interesting ? " He says , hugging you while putting his chin on your shoulder.

" Fruit juice, you say. I want sugar.

" Me too. "

Mitsuya

Mitsuya would have hear it once but would have forgot.

He is a gentleman who would protect you everytime. Even with his sweet face, he is a hot fighter.

If anybody bother you, he come right behind you and glare at anybody bothering you.

His punch are fast and he'll end the conflict in a second.

And you didn't wanted to put yourself under the spotlight. You'd rather leave the problem being closed by the former member of the Toman so nobody come right back.

With times passing, he became calmer tho. He mature and decided to end the conflict by just menacing people.

Most of the time it work. When it's not he use violence.

And less you see him fight, more you want to let him take the first step (okay, you are an easy woman and pretty boy fightint for you is a things that charm you,, after all you are with Mutsuya so ofc you like it)

So he never suspected once you could step on him so easily. He just grown up by your side admiring how you became without any suspcion of the menace you are :)

Except that day, when he learnt about it.

You were doing shopping with Mitsuya to look for stuff for a big project he had. And eventualy he propose you to come with him as a company, also knowing you'd like to rune errand in artistic shop for your own project too. He was a lot busy thoses days, so thoses time hanging out were a reason to see you. You both spent the whole ass day outside, tchating, holding hands, laughing, stretching as much time you could out of thoses rendezvous until it was time for both of you to go back to your own flat.

And you love so much thoses times...

Anyway, the things is that when Mitsuya is looking for things in big shops, he has the tendency to go around a little be too much. You often end up loosing him from you sight inbetween two shelves of furnitures. And today was that kind of day when you didn't felt like looking for him ; after all he is a boig boy, he can manage himself. So you just decided to let him go around at his own pace and wait for him outside the shop.

And instead of waiting for him doing while nothing, you decided to treat both of you and went grabbing something to drink for you and him. It took you at least twenty minutes; but when you came back he was still in looking at things. So as a respectfull person who not gonna enter somewhere with drinks, you waited outside for him, laying against the shop's wall.

Sadly, as a girl alone in the street, you weirdly attract others people attention when you stand for more than a minute ; especially from the opposite sex. Plus you are wearing a dress so let me tell you the gaze is on you no matter what.

"Hey girl! "

A guys approach you from somewhere, but you don't even dare to look up for him; too busy on your phone, looking at cat's videos on Twitter, earthub on blasting music. It's only when the shadow on that guys cast on you that you lift you head for a split second, nod it from left to right as a clear sign of "No", with a slight smile to stay polite and out of problems, as to give him a kind of a negative answer to his approch. And right before he can say something you just jump back into the recipe you were looking.

Usually when you do that to the guys, they just passed by, happy to get you looking up to them. They are attention seeker after all.

Weirdly this one didn't move after your answer. He.. Just...chooses to just... like... well, stand in front of you. Just like a picket. He is litteraly starring down at you, giving you creepy vibes. You realized it once your video turn your screen to black and it made you almost flinch, kind of scare of that big gaze he give you. When you lift your head up, you realized simply that he is simply playing the tomboy just by seeing he is proudly wearing a kind of gang vest or some shit.

He don't talk at all, just stare, until you took of one of your earthub off.

" I.. can.. help you.. Maybe ?" You ask, nonchallant.

" What are you doing here ? "

He talk to you using a tone of voice like if he know you from somewhere. Like that kind of tone that every girl could have spotted his intention ; trying to get something from you. Like something physical. Like.. your number and.. maybe more.

''Ugh, gross, you think for yourself. ,,

" I'm waiting for my boyfriend, you sight, saying it straightforward to put things clear. Usually saying you've got a boyfriend work to made them go away. Men don't respect women choices (and don't take "no" as an answer), but they sometimes respect other men "p R o P e R t Y " (ugh, even Mitsuya would find it disrespectull to call you like that, but it help understand the men point of view of women right ?). But today is not the day.

" Oh, we can just go grab a drink until he came back then. " You lift your cup of coffee you almost finish right in front of his face as a clear answer but he just continue : " Why so mean, girly ?

" I'm busy, you say. And not interested."

" Come one. He wouldn't know anything, i'm as quiet as a livingthomb. "

"Visibly you really wanna be one by acting like that, you mutter to yourself."

He lays a hand against the wall just next to your face, lining forward, maybe thinking he is in a kind of romantic movie or something ?

At this moment it enought, you just open the cup you are holding, getting his attention on it, and just throw the remaining on his face. It splash on you, making you sight, but it made him take a step backward.

" You slut ! " He shoted. " Why the fuck ?!

" I told you i wasn't interested in you. "

The guys look up on you, then his precious vest:

" Do you know what that logo mean ? , he point at the large logo on it.

" Leave me alone, come on don't play the big-dude attitude i'll beat your ass in a minute.

" Oh yeah ?" He smile too proudly.

In the shop, the screaming the guys just scream get the attention of everybody inside, especially your boyfriend. His first reflex is to quickly look around for you in case something happen to you (which was actually happening right outside the shop). But since he can't find you, he look up at the glass windows giving view on the street. And for his own horror scenario you are litterally facing a two-feet-long-and-large dude wearing a gang symbol, looking angry as hell and ready to punch you. So, let's be honnest, of course he just break the Usain Bolt speed record and rush to the door.

But just as he pass the door, the man was going to hit you with a musclar punch direct right on your face. However, bold of him to assume he could even touch a strain of hair from you. You dodge it pretty easily. After all this guys seems musclar but it's all apperance, and his reality he is slow.

In one step, you are on his side, a hand on his shoulder, giving your best knee hit in the stomach. You made him bend from the hit, spitting saliva as he realized quick how hard you hit.

With a hand, you made him look up to you:

"I hope you'll learn your lesson." Before you hit the back of his head with your elbow. It made him go right on the ground, hitting his faces hard on the concret. At this point everybody in the street is looking at you, making you embarassed for going that far on the confrontation.

But it's when you cross your boyfriend eyes that you can't contain your blush from coming out, making you hide your face with both your hands.

" The actual fuck Princess.. "

Yes, even Mitsuya is bluffed. He went off the shop both hands open at the sky, eyes wides. He shrugg out of surprise from what he see. You do the same, saying with an embarassed smile :

" I'm... Well... Surprise i guess ?

" Since when ? , he is so stunned.

" I told you, but guess you weren't listening ? "

Takashi scratchs the back of his head, his eyes looking up as he is trying to remember that moment. The only things that came up his minds is just you talking about taking class of self defenses but he would'nt have never guess you could be that fast and efficient.

" I'm reassure then, he turn back.

" What ?

" I love so much when girl can kick my ass, he joke. Gotta get back what i took, and then we'll head up home. I need to see more. "

That one little wink he is giving you can made you understand he really want to see more.

Chifuyu

This small boy is feral too. But it doesn't change the fact he wouldn't trust you being as much feral as him.

He would tease you. And often you'll both ended up in a fight in your bed. Or in your flat.

Nothing too serious tho, just a few bruises from rolling around like childs, so he would never had seen you really fighting.

He would always put himself first in any conflict ; even verbal one.

Nobody would touch his princess.

And it would still the same even by getting older together.

When it's about you being in problem, he would always put himself first. (and would always ask for that one more ketchup sauce when you both went get macdonald after work)

So the day he would see you fight he would fall from hight.

He see you as a puppy/kitten.

But gosh, let's be honnest : he would enjoy the show so bad (and be turned on so bad too but sssht).

You have a tight shift with Chifuyu. Since he finished his studies and gotten his job, it can happen that he works also early in the morning, just like you. So it mean that both of you meet each other this morning, but in a windows of ten minutes max before both leading to work.

And it also happen that sometimes ten minutes is, of course, not enough to know each other's mood. But when Chifuyu can read it throught and see that it's not gonna be your day, he always came picking you up at your work at the end of your shift. He brings you your fav pastry before you both eat it on your way back home. But when he can't readi it throught, it became something else ; This happen once, and thankfully he didn't pick you up. You were an horrible mess and needed a good and long bath to be at least able to maitain a conversation.

And that same scenario same to repeat itself today... Except that.. well.. today have it particularity.

Today isn't your day. You miss to put your alarm, leading you having no time to prepare yourself correctly or even eat something nice. But the of all is that you miss Chifuyu's "good morning". That little "good morning" with a little cuddle kiss and smile. Thoses puppy eyes saying "I'll see you later tonight i love you". You missed it.

This is the worst of all.

So saying you head up your work place in a bad mood is really an euphemism. You are explosive. Ready to punch anybody in the throat until you can have your "good morning miss". Tho, sadly for the world, it would be not before 2 P.M.

But despite that horrible mood,the beginning of the morning wasn't that bad. Your colleague are here to cheer you up and a lot of good costumers came by the shop and we're nice. It almost made you relativize...

However, of course, deeply of course, every day have it assholes, somewhere in the world. Every. Damn. Day. Everyday someone have to deal with some monumentary bullshits. And everyday was your war, your day to deal with costumer service.

It began with a : " Do you work here? " while you are clearly wearing the bright pink uniforme of the shop with written an enormous "STAFF" on the back.

" Hello. It seems like, you answer turning yourself to de the costumer."

It's a man, late 30's. The kind of guys that, if you're a woman, you can read he is a mysogynisy pricks, and an asshole on top of everything you know?

The guys look up and down to you. He point you something like a five years old would do it and order you to find him whatever he want from it.

At this point, the whole package this man bring made you stop listening. That is true, most of costumer services turn they listening skill right after the magic world "Hello" which mean if you don't say it they won't listen.

"Hello, you repeat yourself, hopping the man would understand his lack of skills in social behavior. But he just ended up repeating himself. No" hello", "please", or "Thank you".

"Hello." third time you are saying it, knowing now after that you'll have to deal with the attitude you are giving.

"Are you kidding me or something?, the man spit.

"I mean, I'm here for you to ask things, but the minimum is an 'hello' you see my point?

" How are you talking to me? I'm asking you something.

"And I'm asking politeness.

"Costumer is King. You are supposed to give me what I want."

As far as you remember, the discussion began like it. After it, it was history and just enraging. The discussion wasn't one at the end and he ended up being taken away by security, screaming he would be waiting for you at the end of your shift.

And sure enought, even tho you wouldn't care and forgot about his treat, he did wait. At the moment you put a feet down the street, he was here.

Now what he didn't know is that, usually, you change yourself up from head to toes (even your hairs) to look completely different from what you look like as a seller. However you didn't change anything today. You are just wearing a basic sweater on top of your uniforme so that guys can recognized you if he look up for you.

And it was your plan. The plan to teach him a lesson if he dare came to you once more.

But before heading out. Before giving him an ounce of your time, you needed something nice. So you indulgy offer yourself the time to bought your morning breakfast, that famous coffee, orange juice, tea or whatever you look to have in the morning that day. You walk outside, almost forgetting what was waiting for you until...

" Hey bitch, he is walking directly toward you, pushing people out his way.

" Hey hoe, you answer only lifting your pinkie to him.

Your answer did not please him. And at the moment he is close enought, he instantly throw a punch at you. As if he was thinking that is was the best things to do... ''Big brain move i see,, you thought to yourself.

Of course you were waiting for that kind of reaction tho. Because what that guy don't know is that you lived most of your time on this shitty earth with stupid gang members adoring to beat themself up for fun. So you dodge down, put a hand on the ground and kick up in the air with all your force. Right under the chin.

You can heard his teeth doing a family gathering before he fall back on the ground. The crown directly around you stopped walking at the moment the loud noise of his jaws clapping resonnate. In a kick you putted him down so fast that not even a single person could get out they phone to film what happened.

Not even your boyfriend who was just coming toward you. Chifuyu planned from getting you from work when he saw your text " Late to work this morning. Didn't even get a '' good morning love '' :'( ". So as the best boy he cames at the end of your shift with your favorite drink and some pastry to cheer you up.

Coffee that he almost lets fall right afterseeing you kicked out a twice-your-size-men with only one kick (since when are you THAT flexible ??? A skill he would need you to explore with him,,) Because D A M N did he know he would be spectator of you kicking down a 7 ft tall man just with one kick. Did Mickey train you or something ?

Nothing to say that he was just turn on by this situation.

You can see him running right at you, thinking it was somebody else. You almost punch his face at the moment he stopped. Both his hands are full so he can't grab your shoulder to shake you up.

" SINCE WHEN ?!" He histeracly scream.

" Honey ?!

" Since when ?! Did Mikey train you ?! Why didn't I knew you could just blast off dude like that ?!"

You gesture him to calm down, but it's too late and everybody is looking at the scene. So you just grab his arms and drag him away. Once you are afar from the movment, you both sat somewhere.

" I told you, you say with a small voice. I took class-"

You can't even finish your sentence that Chifuyu's just kissed you. When he break it, you can see his eyes sparklying.

" You are FAN-TA-STIC!! Not saying you weren't or else, but DAMN cupcake you just blast him off the ground just like that- it was so cool !"

His smile say for him how much he is admiring you right now. Despite him being a well good fighter, it's seems you unlock a new look for you in his eyes.

" You'll need to show me more ! " He point his picky finger to you, holding your both cup of whatever drink you love. And you don't care that you just had one, the one he bring are always so much better.

" Be a good boy and I'll show you, you wink."

It's almost as if you could see your golden retriever boy wingling his tail at this point. And your ego loved that.