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A/N: Well, after more than two years, this story is slowly coming to a close.
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In Miss Blyeâs Class, Part 37
The start of summer break meant more late nights and juggling of the different schedules. Deeks tried not to leave Caleb with his sitter too often, so he took him to the office whenever possible. When she wasnât teaching college classes, Kensi also offered to stay with Caleb some of the time, insisting that it wouldnt be any trouble.
They spent the majority of their time outside of work together. More often than not, Kensi ended up at Deeksâ house, but she was getting a little more comfortable with letting him into her apartment, messiness aside.
Today, Deeks had a late meeting with a new client that kept him in the office until after six. He knew Caleb was fine and perfectly happy with Kensi, but he missed them both.
âWow, you really are whipped, arenât you?â Talia mused, when she found him hurriedly packing up his bag. As usual, she made herself at home, plopping in his desk chair.
âYep. You jealous?â
âAs if.â She scoffed at the suggestion, but Deeks noticed she shifted a little uncomfortably.
âThat reminds me, how are things going with Sabatino? I heard he took you to that swanky little Japanese place,â Deeks said.
âOh no, we are not talking about my love life.â
âWhich implies that thereâs a love life to talk about.â
âGod, I hate lawyers,â she sighed. âSo, what are you and the teacher doing tonight?â
âYou could call her Kensi, you know,â Deeks reminded her without any heat.
âEh, thatâs no fun.â
âWeâre going to a movie in the park. Theyâve got some food trucks around and free popcorn. Calebâs super excited.â
âHow domestic,â Talia drawled.
âYouâre welcome to come if you want,â Deeks offered. He imagined Talia sitting on a blanket in the grass and nearly snorted.
âThanks, but Iâm more of a IMAX kind of girl.â Tilting her head, she gave him a genuine smile. âYou know, I donât usually do the whole sappy, lovey-dovey thingââ
âOh and here I thought the tongue girl thing was just an act,â he interrupted, and she flashed him a scowl, jabbing her finger at him.
âHush. Iâm being genuine here.â Without missing a beat, she continued, âIâm glad that you found someone who makes you this happy. You and Caleb deserve it.â
âWell, thanks, Talia.â
âNot to mention, I was getting really sick of your mopey, single father act.â
âAs always, I feel so loved,â he said, slipping the strap of his bag over his head and settling it firmly on his shoulder. âSee you later.â
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The park was pretty full by the time Kensi, Deeks, and Caleb got themselves together, but they managed to find a nice square of grass to lay a blanket on and a couple chair. Predictably, Caleb has zero interest in staying put or the snacks Deeks had packed. Heâd already eaten a taco, cheese sticks, and a snow cone and now was running back and forth at the back of the plot with a couple of other children.
He glanced over at Kensi, who sat cross-legged, her knee brushing against his, steadily working her way through a bag of trail mix. She dropped her head on his shoulder, tracking Calebâs progress across the ground. He tumbled to the ground with an overly dramatic grunt and giggled when one of his new friends fell on top of him.
âYou think heâll make it to the movie?â she asked.
âEh, I give it 50/50 odds. Especially if the sugar crash kicks in soon.â
âIf he does fall asleep, then we can snuggle.â
âNothing stopping us from snuggling now,â Deeks said. Wrapping his arms around Kensiâs waist, he fell back, taking her with him. Kensi went easily, tucking her legs through his and wriggling closer.
âMm, this is nice,â she sighed. âIâm glad we donât have to worry about someone seeing us and getting upset.â
âYeah, you donât want to mess with those PTO ladies,â he joked, and he felt Kensi snort against his cheek.
âOh yeah, theyâre terrifying.â She kissed the edge of his jaw. âYou had those women eating out of your hands.â Deeks shrugged modestly at the assessment.
Moving around, Kensi made herself comfortable on his chest. Deeks closed his eyes, basking in the moment.
âHow was class today?â he asked, eyes still closed. Sheâd just started a new section that would last eight weeks long, along with two other sections that ran for the majority of the summer.
âI have three students who could probably teach the class better than me, a bunch of athletic kids who have zero interest in learning Spanish during the summer, and then a handful who either seem genuinely engaged or at least want to pass,â Kensi answered.
He opened his eyes so he could look down at the top of Kensiâs head.
âHey, donât group all the athletic kids together. I played hockey and basketball in high school and I loved my foreign language class.â
Without lifting her head, Kensi added, âOne of the football players fell asleep five minutes in and another tried to sneak in during the last five minutes just so he could take the quiz.â
âOk, maybe theyâre not the most dedicated of students,â Deeks allowed with a chuckle. âAre you still enjoying it at least?â
âYes.â Kensi nodded into his shoulder. âPlus thereâs the added benefit of getting paid.â
âAlways nice.â
âHow was the visitation yesterday? Caleb told me you were all going to a museum, but I didnât get a chance to ask him about it today,â Kensi said.
Deeks sighed, his good mood slightly dampened by the mention of Monica.
According to their updated visitation contract, Monica had shown up at the library at the first week exactly at the time theyâd agreed on beforehand. The entire visit, sheâd been pleasant and engaged with Caleb, and he seemed to sincerely enjoy himself. However, Deeks had the sense sheâd been trying to prove something as well. Or maybe that was just his bias and bitterness speaking. The next visit, sheâd been 20 minutes late and the most recent oneâŚ
âShe didnât come.â
Kensi pushed up on his chest and gave him an incredulous look.
âI know,â he said, interpreting her expression. Even though heâd known it could be a possibility, heâd still be furious when they waited over an hour before she finally sent a short text saying she couldnât make it.
âHow was Caleb?â
âHe seems to take it alright.â Deeks shrugged and shook his head, eyes flicking to Caleb playing. âI mean, he was disappointed at first, but after a little bit, he said heâd seen her another time. I did offer to let her come tomorrow instead, but she hasnât responded yet.â
âI canât believe it.â He heard the anger he felt in her voice. She snaked an arm up his chest to cup his cheek. âIâm sorry. Are you ok?â
âYeah. I was furious in the moment. Now,â he shrugged. âIâm reigned to who Monica is. I canât change that. I just hope Caleb doesnât get too confused.â
âWeâll take it one day at a time,â Kensi said. He rolled her use of âweâ around in his head, the thought of them working together as a unit, and smiled.
âI like the sound of that,â he murmured, kissing the side of Kensiâs head.
A few minutes later, the opening credits of the movie started, and Caleb made his way back to their blanket. He threw himself on top of them, wedging his little body between them.
âOof, call your shots, kiddo!â
They rearranged themselves into a more comfortable configuration, settling down to watch the movie. With one arm behind Kensiâs back, and Caleb snuggled firmly between them, he knew this was true happiness.
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Blue Crow.
Yan Nobunaga x F Reader x Yan Uvogin. (College AU.)
Synopsis: Uvogin hates taking buses, but he enjoys seeing you one seat ahead of him.
Warnings: Yandere themes, non-con, the reader is described as AFAB and she/her pronouns are used, unhealthy relationships, brief mentions of drug/alcohol usage, victim blaming, oral (female receiving), oral (male receiving), sexual blackmail, and implied stalking.
Word Count: 5k.
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*~*~*~*
The 5A station was the closest one to your dorm. It had no seats or shelter of any kind in case of bad weather, only a large blue sign that said Yorknew University, Nursing Program in white bold letters â because it didnât say anything else about the buses that stopped by and because this stop is surrounded by old rotting trees, the drivers sometimes fail to notice you.
Itâs raining now, and everything here is so dark â your clothes, your umbrella, the night sky, and your bag.
Your phone says the bus will be here any minute now, but will it even see you?
If not, youâll have to find a different way to make it to Nobunagaâs place.
He seemed friendly enough. If you were a few minutes late, surely heâd understand. You were not close enough to invite him over, go inside his home, or let him drive you anywhere, though that is just how you are with all males you casually know. Itâs nothing personal.
There are two bright lights a small distance away, and at the sight you raise your hand and wave.
By some miracle, the bus stops and opens its automatic doors.
You take a few steps as you close your umbrella and make your way up the stairs, being careful not to slip. You slip a few quarters into the little slot beside the driver and sit down on a seat near the window.
Taking off your hood, you ruffle your wet bangs out of your face, using your reflection to attempt to get them back to looking presentable. It doesnât really work, but what does it matter? Youâre just there to give Nobunaga some notes his friends wanted to give to him and leave.Â
*~*~*~*
âYouâre [First], correct?â Chrollo asks, putting his right hand out towards you.
You take out your earbuds, fixing your posture as you nod. A blonde man sits next to you on the bench before Chrollo could, smiling and giggling like he is some gossiping schoolgirl.
âDang, youâre cute!â Shalnark exclaims.Â
âShal, what the hell are you doing?â Uvogin had started to stomp over. His mere size was enough to keep your eyes on him and not the others. Even the one girl who was with them didnât draw your attention, despite her hair being unnaturally bright pink.
âSaying hi!â Shalnark put an arm around you. On instinct, you squirm a little bit, not noticing how Uvogin rolled his eyes in response to how Shalnark smirked at him. Once you were out of his loose grip, Chrollo politely cleared his throat.
âI was wondering if you could do something for us, Miss [First]. For the gang, I mean.âÂ
The gang? From what you knew, Chrolloâs group was always causing some sort of rule-breaking but Chrollo himself stayed at the top of the class with superb grades and plenty of attention from girls. It is like no one knew they were connected. They seemed like bad news, but all of your interactions with them had been positive thus far. Did Nobunaga put in the good word for you?
âUm⌠sure?â As long as it was something that didnât land you in prison or the hospital, you decide to go along with what Nobunagaâs leader asks of you. It is probably a bad idea to reject, and maybe youâll get something good out of it in exchange.
âIâd like you to give Nobunaga some notes he missed. Heâs been out. Sick, most likely.â You didnât notice the small piles of books he was carrying until he made them closer to you, wanting you to take them. âSurely you have noticed? He talks to you a lot, I hear.â
âYeah.â You decide to put them on your lap for the time being. The notes werenât as heavy as they would have been if you were carrying them. âIs⌠he doing better?â
âNot sure,â Uvogin says, attempting to pry Shalnark off the bench. âHe hasnât been answering his phone, you see.â
âI donât wanna!â Shalnark whines.
âShut up, Shal. Youâre gonna make us look bad in front of Nobuâs girlfriend.â
Girlfriend?
âIâm⌠not his girlfriendâŚâ
They donât seem to hear you. Youâre not exactly the loudest person, after all. You have been teased for having a soft voice and having to speak up. These people wouldnât ignore you, you think. Shalnark and Uvogin are play fighting, and Chrollo is talking to that magenta-haired woman. They wouldnât ignore you, youâre just being too shy. They wouldnât ignore you, they are Nobunagaâs friends. Nobunaga wouldnât ignore you, why would they?
âIâm⌠not his girlfriend.â
Uvogin is the only one to give you a response after hearing it. He shoots you a confused look before continuing to tickle Shalnark. No one else seems to notice your words.
After a few more tries, you decide to give up for now. Looking at the notebooks in front of you, you decide to open the top one up. There are just standard mathematical problems as well as some doodles and words of encouragement in the vacant spaces of the looseleaf.Â
âGo get them, tiger!â
âDonât die on me now!â
âRemember one plus one?â
ââĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâ
At first, you think that it is Nobunagaâs girlfriend, but you shake your head to erase it. No. The gang thinks you are his girlfriend.Â
Perhaps Shalnark then? From the times you sat near him in your chemistry classes, his handwriting was a mess. It took some effort to realize that he was simply drawing and not paying attention to the professor in the slightest. However, his favorite things to draw were bats and computers. Would he really draw hearts and not those things so Nobunaga could know it was him?Â
Maybe it was an inside joke. Youâre not going to ask because you donât want your question to come off as disrespectful, though you were slightly curious.
Youâll just do what you were told and go right back home.
*~*~*~*
Shalnark texted you the address of Nobunagaâs place a few hours ago, but if you were being honest it took a while to decipher what he was saying. In between every five or so memes or videos he sent you there was a number or letter, maybe three at most if you were lucky.
You sat there with your phone in your hands for what felt like forever, not having the guts to ask Shalnark to just tell you straight up â because he wouldnât, you know that.
From what you managed to gather from your online map, it seemed that Nobunagaâs place and Uvoginâs place were near each other, no more than a fifteen-minute walk at most. If they lived so close to each other, why didnât one of them just visit the other? That was the third red flag you didnât say anything about⌠and came to regret only half an hour later.
The electric sign attached to the entrance of the bus flickered from time to time with varying degrees of brightness. One person complained openly to the driver that the screen was so dark they did not know that they had missed their dormitoryâs building. He didnât care, only shrugging his shoulders and telling the student that âthatâs lifeâ. They got off murmuring curses you could hear from the middle part of the bus. Once again, he didnât care. Like Shalnark, the driver wouldnât take anything you say seriously; so you just used your online map to count the stops ahead.
âHey.â
âNext stop: Aster Road, Thirds Street.â The automated message from the bus speakers loudly said, glitching a little after the word âRoadâ.
âHey.âÂ
You failed to notice who was behind you as you were too busy counting the stops ahead on your phone.
âHey.â
âNext stop: Ritas Street, Wilds Complex.â
âHey.â
âNext stop: Neo Road, Neon Green.â
âHey.â
âNext stop: Romeos Road, Kiki Terrace.â
âHey.â
âNext stop-â
You failed to hear the name of the stop because the hand that tapped your shoulder startled you and made you turn your neck around to the seat behind you.
You see a familiar face despite the fading light â or should you say, a familiar body.
âO-Oh⌠hi⌠Uvogin.â
Satisfied you had finally noticed him, Uvogin puts his hands behind his head as he smirks.Â
âFancy seeing you so late,â he begins, looking down at your black bag. âGoing to Nobuâs place, ainâtcha?â
âYeah⌠you?â
âBasketball.â
Was Uvogin on the team too? If you remember correctly it was only Phinks, Feitan, and Nobunaga who were on it. Perhaps he just wanted to watch? Oh well. Itâs not any of your business.
After remembering your last conversation with him yesterday, you decide to ask him why everyone thinks you are Nobunagaâs girlfriend â you only talked to him when necessary, in the classes you shared with him, but to be fair he also escorted you around the building most days.
âListen⌠about that timeâŚâ
âWhat?â Uvogin turns his head, cupping his ear with his hand. âSpeak up.â
âAbout Nobunaga and meâŚâ You look down â at the books, at your cold wet hands, at the heels of your feet bouncing up and down. Your gut tells you that youâre making a mistake if you talk to him about you and Nobunagaâs relationship, or lack thereof. Your brain goes against it, saying that clearing things up will lead to less trouble down the line.Â
Your heart is beating too fast to accept or reject the possibility.Â
âNobunaga and meâŚâ
âYouâre still talking too low,â Uvogin interrupts, his stare near-lethal to you. When you flinch at his words, his annoyance seems to disappear. âHey, you can tell me. Weâre friends, arenât we?â
Yeah. Yeah, youâre friends or at least acquaintances. Saying the truth wonât hurt him and wonât hurt you. Maybe Shalnarkâs teasing will go away. Maybe Chrollo wonât give you a task again. Maybe Nobunaga wonât be confused when he comes back to school.
âNobunaga and me⌠arenât dating-â
Uvoginâs expression changing wasnât as fast as before, but his glare intensified as he stood up.
âNext stop: Nightstar Avenue, Owlâs Place.â
Your ears felt numb after you heard the âbeepâ sound of someone pressing the stop button. Your eyes felt numb as you tried to see the details of Uvoginâs scowl in the dark.
It was Uvogin. He made the bus stop. But why?
It then hits you; this is the closest stop to Nobunagaâs place.
âStop requested.â The speaker stated. The bus started to pull over next to a tall blue sign.
âWoah, the bus got here so quickly,â Uvogin says, going to the exit doors. When he didnât hear you stand up too, he turned in your direction. âDonât tell me you donât know the directions to your boyfriendâs house?â
âPlease exit through the rear door.â Another automated message. Uvogin presses on the door and it lets him out. After a few more seconds you follow him â your gut tells you that you must.
He helps you down with his much larger hands despite you not really needing it â there are handrails on the doors for that.
âWhat were you saying?â Uvogin asks. âSomething about Nobunaga?â
There is a lit street lamp above the sign. It doesnât flash like the ones near your dormitory and is much brighter. Despite the weather still being stormy, you can see houses a small distance away â not just the street.Â
You can see that Uvogin is smiling again.
âNothing⌠Itâs nothing.â
âOh?â He sneers, his smirk getting even bigger. âYou didnât want relationship advice?â
âNoâŚâ You reply, your hands going to your backpackâs zipper to make sure the notes donât get too wet.
âNobunaga likes mochi. Maybe you can get some for him next time. Daifuku especially. Heâd be so happy, maybe heâll stop skipping class with me.âÂ
A sigh comes out of both of you at the same time for much different reasons.Â
âBut I donât want that to happen⌠hmm.â
*~*~*~*
The outside of Nobunagaâs house wasnât the house that stood out the most in this neighborhood. It had rather small walls that had peeling white paint in places closer to the ground, and cigarettes and used needles were thrown all over his dead lawn. The only thing you somewhat liked was the rusty gold sign beside the front door that read 251 â and only for the styling of the numbers.
âHereâs the place,â Uvogin says, patting your back as a way to gently push you forward. âGo on, doorbell's right there.â
You were forced up the steps with a force you knew was gentle for Uvogin but not for you. A trembling finger approaches the button slowly â as if using it would make you lose it via a guillotineâs blade.
Doing so didnât because this is reality, but the pain in your heart feels similar to such a fate anyway. After a few more seconds and the door still being closed, Uvogin knocks loudly.
â[First]âs here!â His yell almost made you cry.
Your name may as well have been the password because Nobunaga opens the door right away. He pants a little like he was running to greet you two.
âOh fuck, you made it! I thought the storm woulda scared you away.â
Nobunaga didnât look very sick; he wasnât wearing a shirt, had his hair down, and only his boxers covered his lower half. He didnât look very sick; he actually looked quite well. Those signs scared you more than Uvoginâs subtle threat â if his glaring was intended to be such, that is. You donât step past the doorway, leaving Uvogin to stand in the rain as you take off your backpack. But when you try to undo the zipper, you feel both of their hands touching you up and down as their grins widen.
âStop that,â You murmur, attempting to step back. Your spine was greeted by Uvoginâs front half. You feel something pressing into you. Once you figured out what it was, you started to go under one of Uvoginâs arms. His leg caged you in then.
âSheâs cute, Nobu.â
Nobunaga doesnât answer in words â he only chuckles and continues to have his hands resting on your hips.
âListen. Your notes are here, Hazama.â You say, making an effort to still be nice, to still be understanding. You donât want to scream because what if youâre misreading something? You donât want anyone to⌠be framed for something they didnât do, right?
âItâs Nobunaga.â
âHuh?â
âCall me Nobunaga,â Youâre pushed and pulled more. Before you can blink, youâre thrown on the couchâs back. Uvogin is the one who lets go of you and the one who locks the front door, Nobunaga is too busy feeling the back of your thighs. âIâm your boyfriend â itâs normal to call each other by our first names, right?â
Boyfriend?
Was⌠Was heâŚ
Was he the one who told his gang youâre dating?
âI missed you, baby.â He murmurs, leaning down and pecking your neck.Â
He doesnât seem to note how youâre trembling now.
âStop.âÂ
Uvogin simply gets closer. He doesnât touch you, but he crosses his arms smirking as he leans against the sofaâs frame.
âStop,â You repeat, trying to push Nobunaga harder off of you.
Itâs not an order either of them recognize, so Uvogin continues to stare and Nobunaga continues to kiss your body.
âStop!â Your tone makes Uvogin slightly shift. He frowns and his arms uncross.Â
He takes a few steps towards you.Â
âNobunaga.â Uvoginâs voice is cold now, like how it was when you were about to get off the bus. You freeze. Nobunaga doesnât stop â he doesnât even look at Uvogin. âNobunaga.â
âStop, Haz-â
âWatch it.â Uvogin glares at you. âItâs âNobunagaâ for you.â
Heâs not⌠Heâs not going to help you?
âYeah.â Nobunaga agrees, pulling you further into his embrace.
âLet go of me!â You snap and push harder than you did before â and manage to finally ply him off of you.
Nobunaga stares down at you. He is now still. He doesnât blink. His smile has slightly faded, but it is still there. There are subtle movements in his hands. His fingers are curled up. They want to grab something again.
They want to grab you.
âDonât joke around like that, princess,â Nobunaga finally says, taking a few steps too close to you. âNot many guys are willing to forgive their girl for pushing them away like that. You almost screamed my ears off.â
âIâm not joking!â
âYou are.â Uvogin interrupts, stomping his feet. âYou are and I am starting to get annoyed. What about you, Nobu?â
âIâm just here to give notes Lucilfer told me to give to Hazama! Iâm not here for anything else.â
Nobunagaâs gaze lingers on your backpack for a few silent moments after you say that. âReally⌠nothing else?âÂ
âNo, sheâs here to cheer you up, Nobu,â Uvogin says, attempting to give a warm smile to his best friend. âSheâs⌠just shy.â
The glare he gives you when Nobunagaâs eyes arenât on him makes you feel like you are about to see God.
â...Right, [First]?â
You donât respond right away, but Nobunaga does. He giddily smiles like a child on Christmas morning.
âOh, you!â
He hugs you â his skin feels akin to slime and his hair clings onto your neck in little bunches. You feel unbrushed knots and his heart beating fast with adrenaline. When your own heart mimics the motion, Nobunaga thinks you are simply being shy â Uvogin had once again fed his delusions.
âShe brought you the notes you missed. Even wrote a few cute lines in the blank spots.â Uvogin smirks as you look at him in horror. âShe wanted me to come with her. Was anxious about missing your bus stop, sweet thing.â
He walks over to your backpack and grips onto the zipper. You attempt to stop him, walking a bit forward and trying to raise your hand, but Nobunagaâs grip is too strong. Within only a few seconds, the stack of notebooks Chrollo had given you is in Uvoginâs hands. He opens a page and starts reading aloud the cute notes someone else had written.
âGo get them, tiger.âÂ
He turns to another page.Â
âDonât die on me now.â
Then another.
âRemember one plus one?â
Then another.
âA whole bunch of hearts hereâŚâ
He then turns to a section you hadnât looked at before â the back page.
âWith lots of love, your one and only girlfriend [First].â
Oh shit. Oh shit.
Did his gang set you up?
âŚThey did. They did.
This is bad. So very bad.
âI never-â
âStop being so shy with your boyfriend, [First].â
âWhy are you being so difficult?â Nobunaga asks, slightly frowning as you protest.
You have to get out of here â fast. If you distract them enough, maybe youâll be able to make it outside. But theyâre faster than you, just better overall when it comes to physicality-
Uvoginâs hand rests on your shoulder, silencing any thoughts or ideas he does not approve of.
âI know what she wants.â
âHuh?â You and Nobunaga ask simultaneously with two distinctly different tones.
It then dawns on both of you what he means â because his shirt is tossed on the couch before you can even take a step toward the front door.
âI know what she wants.â Uvogin repeats.
He wants nothing more than to put you on your knees as he unzips his pants and as Nobunaga keeps you down. He wants nothing more than for Nobunaga afterward to have a turn â or he could go first if he wishes. One of his fingers and one of Nobunagaâs own will be forced into you after your own clothes are discarded. Two tongues will slather all over your pussy like thirsty dogs â and after a few pictures are taken youâll stay the night with Nobunaga while he makes his way to tell Chrollo that his idea was a success.
âI really couldnât have done it without you, boss.â
-You try to scream and Nobunagaâs hand muffles your mouthâs cries.
âDonât go being such a brat,â Uvogin continues, âWhen all you really want are two bodies to love on you.â
Your arms are grabbed and you are dragged up the stairs.
In a last attempt to get out of here, your legs spread out on the stairs and kick around at Nobunaga â but the fight is short-lived because they thump so roughly with each wooden step and it hurts; Nobunaga makes a note to finally get rid of any rotten oak once you leave.
The bedroom isnât as spacious as Uvogin had hoped. Clothes were scattered all over the place already; most Nobunagaâs but others were clearly from past flings or some of yours that he had managed to steal. Your dorm was nicer despite it being the same size as the bedroom and your bed being even smaller. But at least yours had a frame and covers.
Maybe later Uvogin will stop by to see you crying yourself to sleep and to take some trophies.
Your white panties were a favorite of his, but Uvogin wouldnât mind a little bit of change in his collection. A few bras perhaps or a few black thongs. He hopes for whole lingerie sets, but he knows it will only happen if he is lucky that particular evening.
Uvogin sits on the bed first. He thinks about pulling on your hair to make you sit on the dirty floor, but he dismisses the idea. That would be hurting you more than he has to and Nobunaga would be upset at him inevitably having long strands on his palm.
âHey Nobu,â He says, unzipping his pants and boxers as he quickly tugs them both down to his ankles. âMake sure sheâs comfy as we do this, okay?â
It took a while for you to stop crying after that. It took a while for you to do a lot of things Uvogin and Nobunaga wanted you to do. It took a while for you to take just the tip of Uvoginâs penis. Nobunaga had told Uvogin to take it slow when you had finally clamped your lips around him.
âItâs her first time, Uvo â be gentle, okay?â
Uvogin almost laughed at the irony he managed to leave unsaid.
He didnât want Nobunaga to get upset with all the information he had attained while stalking you for months. You were supposed to just be his little secret he pinned down once in a while, but then Nobunaga just so happened to share a few classes with you.
He fell for you too. Uvogin had never felt any negative emotion for Nobunaga ever over their years-long friendship, but the slight tinge of envy he possessed the moment he found out could almost count.
Oh well, he thinks. I still have pictures of you that he does not. Pictures I would rather not have him see and you probably donât either.
Just for future reference in case you acted up too much, though Uvogin could always take the more physical route.
Though once again he remembers that Nobunaga is in the picture now. Though their bond is as strong as forged steel, he knows that his friend has always been a bit too controlling when it comes to what he has and loves.
Whether that be simple instant ramen or expensive bottles of brandy, Nobunaga has always had a habit of stowing his possessions away where no one can even look at them.
Uvogin understands although Nobunaga had said nothing about you being something to own. Uvogin understands because he sees how he looks at you.
Itâs not disgust he feels. Itâs something much less potent, but he cannot put his finger on the exact word. Machi had described it perfectly once when they were all in their mid-teenage years.
He doesnât bother to remember right now.
You are more important.
You look prettier than he had ever seen you â precum is leaking a little from your lips as little noises come out of them too.
Please. Please.
Please.
Youâre not in tears right now.
Uvogin is glad. You in makeup is nice to look at, but he knows that since it is absolutely pouring outside you didnât want to put some on. Either for that reason or because you knew that Nobunaga was just a friend, despite what Nobunaga in return has told the Troupe. Itâs cute, really.
Maybe later he can pull this when he inevitably breaks into your dorm or even in a study room in the universityâs library. Youâll have makeup on when you feel like it or when he forces you to. He can ask Pakunoda about how to apply mascara and stuff. Sheâll teach him. As a bonus, she wonât tease him like Shalnark does daily.
Thinking more about the idea, Uvogin makes the mistake of letting go of your face.
You cough louder than he had expected. Your spit is now all over the wooden floor Nobunaga has to clean up later. The floors are water resistant. But not waterproof. Uvogin has to remember that there is in fact a difference. Hopefully, it wonât stain and rot like the stairs did, but if it does Uvogin wouldnât mind paying for the damages.
He wouldnât mind paying you to keep silent about this too â or heâll make the cops silent if it came down to it.
âOh,â Nobunaga rubs your arched back as you squirm and saliva runs down from your clearly sore jaw. He sounds disappointed, but trying not to let it show. Itâs not successful. Every person Nobunaga has ever crossed can read him like a book, not that Nobunaga knows about it. Or maybe he does and just doesnât want to admit it. âYou spat it all up. Didnât wanna swallow it?â
You donât respond. Uvogin is getting used to that by now. Not Nobunaga though.
âShh⌠itâs okay.â Nobunaga senses your distress but thinks it is just shyness. Uvogin is getting used to that too. âItâs okay⌠you did such a great job.â
âHome,â You choke out. âPlease⌠let me go home nowâŚâ
âWhat are you talking about, sweetheart?â Nobunaga asks, turning his head a little. âWeâre not done here.â
âPlease⌠Please, I-â
âShh.â Uvogin interrupts. Now it is his turn to play the good guy here. âNobu still hasnât had his turn, remember? Thankfully he wonât use your mouth.â
A blend of hope and fright is in your gaze. Uvogin didnât have to get used to that one. He has seen it too many times with all sorts of people. Chrollo loves that look. Feitan loves it too. Maybe their partnersâ eyes are like that as well. A ginger-haired girl avoids Chrollo like the plague and Uvogin hasnât seen that look particularly on her. Apparently, she does in fact beg him for things. With how prideful she acts, Uvogin would pay money to see that.
âHeâll use his,â Uvogin says. He stands up, zipping his pants back to how they used to be. There are a few white stains here and there, but nothing the laundromat wouldnât fix. âThen you can go home. Okay, princess?â
Youâll get used to this, Uvogin thought to himself. Everyone gets used to things. Even death.
#i'll stand by enabler uvogin until the day i die#self indulgent friday#yandere#yandere x reader#author aya#yandere hunter x hunter#yandere hunter x hunter x reader#yandere hxh#yandere hxh x reader#yandere nobunaga#yandere nobunaga hazama x reader#yandere nobunaga hazama#yandere nobunaga x reader#nobunaga x reader#nobunaga hazama x reader#yandere uvogin#yandere uvogin x reader#uvogin x reader#hunter x hunter x reader#hxh smut#hxh x reader
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Writing what you think other people want to read over what you want to write will slowly kill your creativity.
Write those self indulgent fics! Write those self-inserts. Write what you find joy in creatingânot what you think is an objectively âgoodâ story. If you have fun writing it, it is good. I promise thereâs someone out there who will enjoy reading your stories as much as you enjoy writing them.
#ao3 fanfic#fanfic writing#fic writers#fic writing#writers on ao3#ao3 writer#ao3 author#fanfiction writer#fanfiction#fanfic#dead dove fic#hurt/comfort#yandere fic#whump fic#fix it fic#au fic#writing community#writing motivation#creative writing#writerscommunity#writers on tumblr#writeblr#writers block#fanfic community#dark fic#self insert#self indulgent fic#f/o community#writing inspiration#my posts
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hi sims 2 community, i bring you spooky cousins and gay people
#i dont care if this flops im happy i made these#2 of these were inspired by a fic i read but still too vague for me to tag the author lol#the sims 2#sims 2 premades#ts2#strangetown#ophelia nigmos#nervous subject#pascal curious#olive specter#tycho curious#czrmArt#god this is so niche and self indulgent#these guys scared the hell out of me when i was a kid#my art
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self indulgent idea but i think it would be fun if ao3 allowed authors to pin one (1) of their works so it shows up in front of everything else no matter when it was posted/updated. as a treat.
#i feel like a lot of fanfic authors have like their âsignature ficâ for a fandom#also idk its fun! pinning it like hii welcome to my account here is my Favourite Fic#âself indulgentâ i say while i have no idea what i would pin#ao3#ria.txt
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anyway. the ending was like That because it was Izuku's hero academia. it was his story told from his point of view and it concluded all the plot points he was concerned with, like his relationship with Bakugou, Allmight, the public's opinion on the heroes, what the new generation of heroes is going to be like, how Shouto is perceived by the public, Izuku's general relationship with his former classmates and Aizawa.
he never really cared about Shigaraki outside of their brief confrontation. he didn't really know Shigaraki as a person, and nor was he interested in getting to know him, even when he got the chance to peek into his past, Nana and Allmight had more reason to be interested in who Shigaraki the person was. to Izuku, Shigaraki started as a terrifying villain and ended as a crying boy he was unable to save. this is why, as he joins the rest of his classmates and becomes a pro hero, he imagines the ghost of Shigaraki looking over him, haunting him, reminding him of his failure but also inspiring him to try harder and 'keep reaching out'.
The villains were the ones concerned with their stories. Spinner wrote that book by himself, as Izuku's notes are being written at the point the book has already been published. Izuku never mentions any contents of that book nor Spinner or Mister Compress. Because they do not belong in his story, not really.
They belong with each other, in the League of Villains, as they have proven time and time again how important they are to each other and how far they are willing to go to protect their own. Shigaraki's thoughts before Izuku had killed him were all about the League. Kurogiri's last act was trying to save Shigaraki from AFO and the heroes. What kept Spinner's spirit from crumbling after losing everyone he had cared about was his burning desire to tell their story to others, to let their stories be heard. Touya finds no solace despite getting everything he had ever wanted from his family and being reunited with them - because his place was in the League of villains, the place where he was accepted just as he was, unconditionally.
the conflict of heroes versus the villains led to nothing but devastation and destruction for the villains. even those who were heard out and validated by the other party ended up becoming victims, or martyrs.
after that experience, after having a whole crowd of pro heroes, the people who made it their lives career to save others witness his destruction by the man who stole his body from him and by the boy who swore to save him, why would Shigaraki be interested in keeping in contact with these people, had he survived? why would Kurogiri go out of his way to let Shirakumo's friends know he had survived their students attempt to take his life and the life of the boy he wanted to save, all because they couldn't accept his affection for that boy outweighing their long gone friendship? why would Toga, when the reporters and the heroes saw her body after starting to transfuse all of her blood to Ochako and not even bothered to pick it up, to save her life or even to bury her?
here is how it went: Kurogiri did end up successfully saving Shigaraki, the fact going unnoticed by the heroes because both of their bodies were crumbling. he had also taken Toga, which is why her body wasn't picked up together with Ochako (and why Ochako doesn't have any memories of Toga's dead body, only of her final words to her). and then Kurogiri teleported them far away, where they healed and started planning how to get the remaining three LOV members back, while they are still alive.
they broke Spinner and Compress out of the prisons. In memory of Twice, Hawks had covered it up, as long as they don't resurface as villains.
Shigaraki and Toga had considered letting Touya stay together with his family, up until the news of Endeavor's disgraced villain son being on his deathbed got out. On the very next day, Shigaraki broke the tank Touya was residing in to pieces. Enji and his sidekicks had covered his eldest going missing by holding a funeral ceremony for him (the second one, this time knowing full well it's a fake funeral). Shouto was enraged with his father's decision and Enji used Shouto's just starting pro hero career as an excuse, don't you want to have a clean start, without the weight of mine and Touya's crimes weighting you down? It's not like Shouto has a choice in the matter, just as when he was a kid. The family wonders about the missing one's fate. Sometimes, Shouto gets messages from unknown numbers. He doesn't share them with anyone, except for Natsuo, who is still devastated about not using his one last chance to reconcile with the brother he had been so sorely missing for 8 years.
The ghosts of Toga, Shigaraki and Dabi live on, haunting the heroes who failed to save them. Himiko, Tenko and Touya also live on. They are very different from these ghosts.
#look at me being self indulgent as fuck#all of the above is fully supported by the canonical omissions of stating anything clearly#so if you like the direction this took you are free to consider this as valid and deku's epilogue <3#compress isn't reading that book in goddamn tartarus where his hands were in those mega handcuffs ffs#he is so proud because spinner made it as a self published author#and inspired countless mutant quirk types and other marginalized civilians with their story which was finally told from the actual source#and not the apologetic heroes making amends to the dead victims they didn't save#byeeee#bnha#boku no hero academia#bnha spoilers#league of villains#shigaraki#shigaraki tomura#toga himiko#dabi#todoroki touya#anti endeavor#shuichi iguchi#spinner#sako atsuhiro#kurogiri
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geto and a reader with capnolagnia (a fetish/attraction to the smell of cigarette smoke/the act of smoking) and so everytime he wants some puss, he steps out for a few and comes back REEKING of it.
he loves doing it at movie theatres, restaurants, sometimes before he comes to visit you at work or before entering your house. any excuse to make you hot and bothered that inevitably leads to him being dragged to the bathroom or bedroom, sometimes not even bothering to hide it and just doing it right there as discreetly as possible.
he just loves the stark contrast when you go from bright, smiling, and cheery to furrowed brows and rustling thighs. mouth all but watering as you fuck the man to oblivion behind your eyes, before finally pouncing on him.
geto has also certainly fucked you WHILE smoking... slow lazy thrusts as he watches the ash flutter down to rest on your torso. smearing it with his hands as he slides it up to play with your nipple idly. putting the filter to your lips to inhale. all before he's locking your lips with his, grabbing each of your shoulders so hard his nails dig into your flesh. inhaling the smoke from your mouth as he pulls you down towards his hips. his leisurely pace turned cruel and hyper. fucking you like a rabbit who's only goal is to finish before it's heart gives out.
he gets so needy as he exhales the remainder of smoke across your face, watching your expressions as he drills into you ruthlessly. he may be using you like a toy right now, but after a little clean up, when he's put his briefs back on and you're in his shirt, you'll step out onto the back porch for a proper smoke. cuddling on the sun bed and passing the cigarette back and forth. staring up at the stars as you ramble about nothing special as you both bask in the afterglow of your ecstasy... and once you're back inside, who knows? maybe you'll be going at it again.
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#this was gonna be a 'hear me out' to 1 of my fav jjk authors but i stopped when i realized i was cooking & spent an xtra hr fleshing it out#i know this is super niche and self indulgent and most people nowadays prefer weed to cigs but not me!!#btw I'M the reader with capnolagnia... it's so bad. random ppl will be smoking and i start getting wet#it's nothing fancy nor proofread nor organized but!!! its out there now!!!#anywho geto's hot and loves fucking you!!!#i tried to keep it gn btw :3#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk x you#jjk smut#geto#geto suguru#geto x reader#geto x you#geto x y/n#geto suguru x reader#geto suguru x you#geto suguru x y/n#geto smut#geto suguru smut
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self indulgent cringe content ftwđŞđŞ
i drew myself as caseyâs teammate.
thats it. yep, thats the post.
does this count as an author reveal lol? idk, i definitely drew myself way better looking than i actually am in real life
no glasses in the second lil thingie bc i donât usually wear glasses on the ice
casey is my little pookie bear and i love figuratively punching the ever loving shit out of him đĽ°
i will probably be drawing more of theseâŚ
#tmnt#jonatello#ao3#casey jones#teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012#caseytello#tmnt 2012#2012 casey jones#ao3 fanfic#fanfic authors#fanfic aus#self insert#self indulgent#self introduction#i guess#if someone wants to draw this they can#idk how to tag this#ao3 writer#tmnt casey#casey x donnie#tmnt casey jones#casey#bisexual casey jones#i love casey jones#i love him#i love them#tmnt 2k12#tmnt fanart#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt crossover
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what if you didn't run this time? what if you stayed, and let love overtake you?
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#bg3 spoilers#baldur's gate 3 spoilers#astarion#my oc: raven ianthe#otp: a perfect blend of aphrodisiacs and arsenic#astarion x tav#my bg3 edits#leopardmuffinxo.edit#back on my self indulgent bullsh!t#userarklay#usermorvaris#userrivensbane#userwolfkissed#userlumad#baldurians#necroticpetals#miyku#*raven feels a feeling*#raven: who authorized this shit?#i am feeling FEELINGSSSS
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his home
đŠę¨ď¸đŞ summary: finding a new girl while on a supply run, and he falls in love with her instantly. (Abraham Ford x plus size fem!reader)
đŠę¨ď¸đŞ setting: Alexandria era before the saviours
đŠę¨ď¸đŞ warnings: kinda suggestive, abe is beyond in love with his bigger gf, written in third person, vague self doubt talk, ooc abraham
đŠę¨ď¸đŞ word count: 974
đŠę¨ď¸đŞ a/n: fully self-indulgent, just sharing my thoughts !
đŠę¨ď¸đŞ twd masterlist | main masterlist
Abraham Ford who finds his now girlfriend while he and Rosita were on a supply run, and cannot take his eyes off of her while they take her back to Alexandria, admiring her and her curves the whole time.Â
he waits outside while Deanna does the video interview before accepting her into the community, the biggest grin on his face when he finds out she gets to stay.Â
Abraham Ford who wastes no time in getting to know her better, and is practically glued to her side whenever heâs not away on supply runs or on watch duty.Â
he wants to know every little thing he can about her, the good and the bad. he wants to know everything. he wants to clear her pretty head of any doubtful thoughts.Â
Abraham Ford who after weeks of talking is asked over to her new home, and she offers to make him dinner which clarifies everything in his head.Â
that was the night he knew he was asking her to be his girlfriend, and heâs over the moon when she says yes. all her subtle flirting matched with his more intense flirting finally coming into fruition.Â
Abraham Ford who is still by her side every minute of the day and over time moves into her house with her, the moving being subtle at first until he goes home to her every night and his belongings gradually find their way into her house.Â
when in reality, heâs calling her home. his sanctuary. his safe space.Â
Abraham Ford who cuddles into her first thing in the morning, burying his face in the crook of her neck while his arms wrap around her and his hands paw at her plush hips.Â
he hums contentedly as her fingers rake through his hair, and he savours every moment wrapped in her arms. his favourite place to be, besides buried between her plush thighs.Â
Abraham Ford who becomes clingy to her touch, always wanting to be in her warm arms and will find any excuse to be wrapped up in her touch.Â
heâll come up behind her when cooking and wrap his arms around her waist, hands once more pawing at her hips to pull her into him.Â
Abraham Ford who loves every inch of her, and cannot get enough. heâd die a happy man in her arms or between her thighs, heâs not entirely picky.Â
wherever sheâll let him bury his head, heâs content with. whatever sheâll give him, heâll take gladly.Â
Abraham Ford who comes home one night and doesnât find her in her usual spot on the couch, calling out to her softly and hearing her faint sniffles coming from the bedroom.Â
pushing open the bedroom door to see her stood in front of a full length mirror, eyes glued to her body as she deemed herself undesirable.Â
and he just canât have that.Â
practically marching over to her and wrapping his arms around her, his chin on her shoulder and his eyes meeting hers in the mirror.Â
pressing a kiss to her shoulder before meeting her eyes again, his hands soothing along her plush hips while beginning to sway them both softly.Â
âwhatâs wrong?â
watching her shake her head and use her sleeve to wipe at the tears under her eyes before taking hold of his hands. he knew that dismissive look in her eyes, and it made his heart ache.Â
his girl didnât see herself how he seen her, she was the prettiest woman heâd met.Â
heâd do anything in his power to make her see what he seen, because he truly didnât understand how she couldnât see the beauty he did.Â
âbaby, listen. youâre so pretty, donât know how you donât see it. and these curvesâ
he punctuated his last point by running his hands across all the curves he could his hands on, moving her own hands across her body as his eyes followed her gaze down her figure.Â
âtheyâre beautiful. youâre beautiful. all of you is beautiful. want you to see what i see, because all i see when i look at you is perfectionâ
he continued on, his hands soothing across her stomach before taking hold of hers again. lifting their joint left hands to his lips to press a kiss to her knuckles, revelling in the feeling of her nestling in against him, into his arms further.Â
âyouâre in your head about these curves of yours sweetheart, I donât get it. theyâre beautiful, first thing that caught my eye when I saw you that day. never thought youâd end up liking me back, as if I won the lottery when you said yeah to being my girlfriendâ
another kiss to her shoulder as he pulled her closer, big arms around her and holding her against his chest.Â
he loved the feeling of her against him.Â
her softness and plush curves cushioning his calloused hands as they pawed at her.Â
her skin always so soft and inviting, so inviting when heâs had a hard day. all he wants to do is cuddle up to her in their bed, and let her take care of him.Â
he felt safe in her arms.Â
âyouâre stunning sweetheart, just hope youâll let me show you what i see. even if it takes the rest of our lives, Iâm here for you always. think you can let me show you what i see?â
his voice remained soft, eyes searching yours through the reflection as he waited for your reply. nodding softly, hands reaching for his before mumbling out softly.Â
âi can do that. thank you Abe, honestly. donât deserve you sometimesâ
watching him shake his head in the mirror, his lips pressing a kiss to your jaw before mumbling out against your skin.Â
ânone of that, you do deserve me. you deserve all the love you give meâ
reblogs are highly appreciated !
#âËŕż louie writes đđËâ#đđ abraham ford#etclouie#writers on tumblr#twd fanfiction#the walking dead#abraham ford#abraham x reader#abraham ford x reader#abraham ford x female reader#abraham twd#twd abraham#plus size reader#self indulgent#abraham ford x you#abraham ford x y/n#twd#the walking dead comfort#the walking dead fluff#twd fluff#twd comfort#twd x plus size reader#plus size author#twd x reader#female reader#requests are open
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"For femmes in particular, feminism's failure was its pejorative understanding of femme as equivalent to patriarchally imposed femininity, rather than alternatively a positive understanding of femme as a critical approach to femininity. In its (mis)conception of femme, feminism denied femme its radical and critical nature. In doing so, feminism elided differences of class and race in relation to femininity, therefore not recognizing the range of femininities assumed for divergent purposes across different communities. While feminism's analysis of femininity as oppressive was useful for some women, certainly an understanding of the way that femme femininity is subversive and empowering seems crucial for many women. In reading femininity through femme, our project takes as its subject a femininity that is transgressive, disruptive, and chosen. For example, some women, who might otherwise reject dominant cultural standards of feminine beauty, graft a chosen and empowering femininity onto their bodies as femmes."
-- "An Introduction to Sustaining Femme Gender," written by Laura Harris & Liz Crocker. (Emphasis in bold mine.)
#lesbian#lesbian literature#dyke#archived#thatbutcharchivist#femme: feminists lesbians and bad girls#author: laura harris#author: liz crocker#essay#quotations#femme dyke#femme lesbian#femme#dyke literature#year: 1997#publisher: routledge#sorry less nerdy femmes i have other stuff for you i prommy i just remember reading this intro piece and thinking wow femmes are geniuses#so i am being self-indulgent tbh
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In Miss Blyeâs Class, Part 35
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The call went better than expected. Monicaâs lawyer was surprisingly civil and matter-of-fact, which Deeks appreciated. They agreed to meeting on Tuesday, his lawyer would be in attendance as well, to update the custody agreement. Hopefully they could resolve everything in one sitting, but he was prepared for it to be a prolonged process.
In the meantime, they were rolling into the final week of school, which meant Caleb had a few more assessments to complete. Mostly though, it meant he came home with an increasing number of projects from throughout the year and instructions for celebratory activities.
On Monday night, Deeks stayed up late with Caleb making a costume for the end-of-year party. Caleb had alternated between an artist and pirate for a couple weeks, and only decided last minute that he actually wanted to be Captain America. Thankfully, it was a simple enough design, since Deeksâ sewing and crafting skills were admittedly limited.
âCan you hand me a pin?â Deeks requested, holding out his hand in Calebâs direction. Caleb carefully placed one in his palm. He balanced on his knees, he watched Deeks work, a pair of scissors held at the ready.
âDaddy, can I ask you a question?â
Deeks tucked the non-pointy end of a needle between his lips, readjusting the pile of fabric in front of him before resuming sewing. âIf itâs why the shield is a little asymmetrical, itâs all part of the plan.â Caleb didnât respond to that, so Deeks nudged him with his foot. âHey, whatâs going on?â
âIs Mommy not coming to visit anymore?â he asked finally.
âIâm not sure, kiddo.â
Caleb dipped his head then, peeking up out of his banks sheepishly. âI heard you talking on the phone the other day with somebody about Mom. You said she couldnât just show up here anymore whenever she wants,â he admitted reluctantly.
Deeks sighed internally. This was why he tried to conduct most of his personal business while Caleb was at school or asleep. He didnât fault Caleb for being curious, but sometimes it certainly made life more complicated.
âCome here.â Deeks opened his arms, waiting until Caleb clambered onto his lap. His legs had grown so much in the last couple of years they extended over Deeksâ lap, nearly touching the ground. Once he was settled, Deeks wrapped his arms around him, holding him tight.
âYouâre right, I was talking about your mom. Tomorrow we have a meeting to figure out if thereâs a way for her to visit more regularly without it being such a big surprise. Now I donât know if itâs going to work out that way,â Deeks explained. Caleb didnât say anything, but Deeks could tell he was listening intently. âWhat do you think about that?â
âWill it always have to be a long visit?â
âIt probably wonât be as many days in a row as this last time.â
Caleb nodded, his face contemplative. âI guess that sounds ok,â he decided. Taking one of Deeksâ hands, he started forming his fingers into various configurations. He gave a little sigh that was too heavy for a five year old. âI love Mommy, but sometimes itâs hard to be with her. Does that make sense.â
âIt makes a lot of sense.â Deeks kissed the top of his head. âI wish is was easier.â
âMe too.â
Deeks patted his thigh, scooching him back on the floor. âCâmon, letâs get this costume finished up before itâs time to wake up for school.â
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Deeks took a half day on Tuesday for the meeting with Monica. When he reached the office where they were meeting, Monica had already arrived. For once, she didnât attempt to flirt or intimidate him, outside of a pointed look before she turned back to talk with her lawyer.
Three hours later, Deeks walked out, exhausted, but cautiously optimistic. Assuming Monica didnât come back with any changes, theyâd successfully modified the custody agreement.
Kensi was supposed to come over for dinner, so Deeks rushed to pick up Caleb, and grabbed pizza on the way home. While Caleb finished up the tiny bit of homework assigned, Deeks tossed the pizzas in a couple of skillets to reheat. It was hardly a gourmet meal, but he figured Kensi would forgive him.
The doorbell rang while he was in the middle of throwing together a very simple salad of lettuce, cucumbers, tomatoes, and avocado.
âCaleb, can you get that? Check to make sure itâs Kensi before you unlock the door, ok?â he requested in between dicing a small cucumber.
âKay!â He ran off, his bare feet slapping against the floor. Deeks heard the indistinct sound of his and Kensiâs voices.
âHey.â Kensi wrapped her arms around him from behind, and kissed his neck. He grinned, twisting his neck so he could reach her mouth.
âHey. I think I could get used to this.â
âMm. Thanks for feeding me again. It smells delicious,â she said, snatching a piece of cucumber from the cutting board.
âIâll pass it on to Peter, my pizza guy. How was your day?â he asked. He offered Kensi a handful of clean lettuce leaves, which she accepted with a smile.
âChaotic, but thatâs to be expected at this point. Even the kids who love school are ready to break out. The ten thousand and one activities paired with candy and ice cream parties doesnât exactly help,â she answered.
âYeah, I noticed. Caleb spent the entire drive home singing and bouncing in his seat.â
âIâm sorry about that. Itâs only three more days though.â
âI know itâs, crazy. I donât think Iâm ready for first grade,â he said, shaking his head. Kensi made a sympathetic face.
âAw, youâll be ok. And so will Caleb.â Moving around the kitchen with familiarity, Kensi got out three place settings, and started placing them in the usual spots around the table.
Deeks checked the bottoms of the pizzas, which had browned up nicely, and he turned off the heat, sliding each pizza onto a large cutting board.
âHey, earlier you mentioned something about a surprise,â he said as he worked. âDo I get to hear all the juicy details?â
âYes, but tell me about the meeting today. I kept thinking about you all afternoon.â Retrieving two cold beers from the fridge, Kensi sat down, patting the chair beside her.
Deeks groaned, feeling everyone of his 30-some years. âIt went as well as can be expected. We drafted a new custody agreement. Monica will get two days of visitation per month, at a secondary location we both agree on. We initially suggested more, but she said that she couldnât agree to that commitment at the current time,â Deeks explained. He rubbed his eyes and groaned again. âI really wish it hadnât come to this.â
âDo you think sheâll follow through?â Kensi asked, distractedly nibbling on another piece of cucumber.
âI honestly have no idea,â Deeks admitted. He sighed heavily, shaking his head, and Kensi rubbed his shoulder comfortingly. âShe could either come because she actually wants to see Caleb consistently now, to prove a point, or just skip out again.â
âIâm sorry. For Calebâs sake, I hope she does.â
âYeah. At least now we should have fewer unexpected visits, which is all I wanted.â
âYou made the right choice,â Kensi assured him. He appreciated it; heâd probably always question his decision to a degree, but it helped that Kensi didnât think he was a complete monster. âAlright, now you tell me about your secret. Are you moving to Aruba, joining a traveling circus, buying me a puppy?â
Kensi snorted. âNot quite. A few weeks ago, I applied for a teaching position at University of California, Los Angeles, and today I got a call saying theyâd like to hire me. So, Iâll be teaching a couple of Spanish classes this summer,â Kensi shared, unable to hold back a grin.
âKensi, thatâs fantastic!â Deeks exclaimed, getting up and picking her up to swing around the room. She tilted her head back, laughing in obvious delight. He set her back down again, keeping one hand on her waist. âWhy didnât you tell me about this before?â
âYou were dealing with all the Monica stuff and I didnât want to add anything else to your plate.â She folded her hand over his. âBesides, I wasnât really sure that theyâd even offer me an interview. If it didnât go anywhere, I wanted to wallow all on my own.â
âHey, I will always wallow with you. Iâm great at it. Weâll get some wine, cookies, make a whole night of it,â Deeks said.
âYouâre ridiculous.â She kissed him softly, her lips lingering long enough that he felt a tingle of warmth building in his chest. When Kensi pulled back, she brushed his hair back from his forehead. âI love it. And you.â
âLove you too.â They kissed again, this time for just a few seconds
âYou know, this kind of news deserves a celebration. Weâve got wine and mint Oreos. Only the best for you.â
âNow how could I say no to an offer like that,â Kensi teased, untangling her arms from around him. âIâm going to go wrangle Caleb while you dig out those Oreos.â
Wiggling her eyebrow ridiculously, Kensi walked out to the sound of Deeksâ laughter.
#ncis la fanfiction#marty deeks#kensi blye#densi#teacher Kensi#lawyer Deeks#self indulgent author#fluff#in Miss Blyeâs class#part 35#au#ejzah fanfiction
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The Floor is Breathing.
Yan Overhaul x F Reader.Â
Synopsis: You feel like both the witness and the victim in an uncommitted crime.
Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, manipulation, stalking/non-consensual recording, mentions of binge eating, and some infantilization.
Word Count: 1k.
*~*~*~*
You can swear that these white walls blink.
Something, somewhere here, has eyes that look you up and down â you feel its breath on the back of your neck when you fall asleep facing a wall, the only decorated wall you have ever seen in this facility, actually.Â
Youâre not crazy. You have to remind yourself day in and day out of that fact, but youâre not crazy; you know another living being is in here with you, watching attentively.
Overhaul â no, âKaiâ is what he forces you to call him now, says that there are no cameras in your room, but your gut screams otherwise.
You asked if he was sure, once, two days or four days, or six days ago â it should still be recent as you did not feel as isolated as you do now â and he responded by saying if he really wanted to keep a closer eye on you, he would just become your new roommate.
Youâre unsure as to if that was a threat. He seemed happy when those words came out of his masked mouth, so perhaps it was just some unfunny gest. He made those sometimes, especially when he tries to coax you into taking vitamins every mealtime. Those jokes were as dull as the light brown and white pills piled up in a little cup meant for dipping sauces. Perhaps it was repurposed or Kai had ordered some from somewhere or he has some restaurant under his control somewhere.
Somewhere so dirty and filled with sugar and oils and artificial coloring. Youâd die for just a sniff of pizza being served at an all-you-can-eat buffet or deep-fried cakes being served at a pop-up carnival. If health inspectors didnât approve of such spots, or at the very most give them a C rating, then Kai wouldnât go within two blocks of them. Much less let you. Youâd stuff yourself to the brim like it is your last meal and compared to the boiled chicken and rice and broccoli you were given daily, chips and cookies may as well be.
A call of your name makes reality come back faster than a slap to the face â and hurts just as much.
âI asked you something, sweetheart. What do you want to do today?â Kai asks.
He didnât seem angry or irritated as he repeated himself. His voice was still soft and the way he taps his foot against the pastel pink heart carpet reflects that. Times like these almost make you wish you were deaf. The words feel rehearsed but also feel as though they are straight from the heart like the actor was passionate enough in reciting their lines or was grossly in love with the story of the show.Â
âI donât know,â Unlike Kai, you forget your script quite often â aside from that one saying.
âYou donât know?â Heâs still smiling. You know it.
âNo.â You murmur. He puts an elbow on the small white table, stabilizing his head with his gloved hand. âI donât.â
âI have some ideas,â The feeling of dread makes your stomach drop. Or was it your heart? Lungs, perhaps? You donât know how to breathe right now, after all.
âI⌠donât know, Kai.â
âYou said that already.â
For your sanity, you choose to look at your freshly remade bed instead of his eyes. The rabbit plush you were given on your third or so day here lays alone on top of your singular pillow. The bars surrounding the sides reminded you of a crib. Youâre only allowed to put your legs over the railing when Kai comes to your room in the morning and youâre not allowed to get out by yourself; he grabs your hand to assist you.
âDo you want to know what my ideas are?â
Youâre not allowed to say no to anything Kai suggests. Itâs an unspoken rule, unlike the ones for your room. âUm⌠okayâŚâ
âWell,â Kai begins, his other arm being laid out on the table. His palm is facing upwards and you know what that means.
Your hand moves towards his â you try your best not to flinch this time in response to his slight grip, but you fail.
Kai chooses not to notice it for now. Just a small treat for this morningâs hug.
âI was thinking we could go to my office. Just for a change of scenery.â His thumb moves back and forth across your knuckles. âWe could bring your colored pencils or your book if youâd like. Itâs still noon, so we have some time before your daily check-in.â
âOkayâŚâ
*~*~*~*
You had opted for your book in the end, although you regret your choice now because two of the four walls in Kaiâs office have windows, and just outside of them were uncrowded streets that lead up to small hills on either side. The hue of the grass was off â a dull brown â but considering it was about time for autumn to roll around, you didnât judge. Not that you could, anyway.
Could you ask to go back and get your colored pencils? You attempt to dismiss the thought by imagining future possibilities. Kai seems to be working on his computer right now though, and the guards outside wouldnât let you leave by yourself anyway.
To hell with it, you think. Itâs fine. He wonât get mad.Â
At least⌠you hope so.
You walk over slowly until you are nearly touching his left shoulder. âCan I please get my colored-â
Itâs you, from different angles and at different times of day â even some videos of you before you were kidnapped. They are of you sleeping, of you eating, of you looking under your bed. They are of you putting on socks, of you microwaving dinner after a long workday, of you talking on the phone with friends for hours. They are long and short â you can see some of them even repeat. Oh fuck. Is there a camera in this room too, or-
Before you can continue analyzing, Kai slams his laptop shut.
âGo back to reading, sweetheart.â Itâs an order â you know it from the way he does not blink and the way his arms cross. He didnât want you to see his screen; that fact is as clear as a cloudless sky. âYou can color another day, okay?â
#self indulgent friday#but on sunday#i guess????#overhaul x reader#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere overhaul#yandere overhaul x reader#kai chisaki x reader#chisaki kai x reader#yandere mha#yandere bnha#yandere mha x reader#yandere bna x reader#yandere my hero academia x reader#yandere my hero academia#yandere boku no hero academia#yandere boku no hero academia x reader#author aya
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The more the merrier
I was gonna sleep but my brain wouldn't let me until I wrote about that concept I brought up in past writing. The one where it glitches and their is more then one of a character. I'm gonna say that they kind of have a hivemind too. Cause I want to. If you want where this was originally brought up look for "A well deserved a#$ kicking (Part 2)" as that's where I first though of it. As this is entirely delf indulgent it's only gonna have my favs in my fav situations. But if yall like it enough ie I get a request I can do more characters. Or just go into more detail.
TADC crew x Reader
Gangle (Receiving)
She can be a lot to handle on her own as she has a lot of very overwhelming emotions. Now their's two of her. Good luck! That means double the problems and double the masks to fix. But it's worth. At first for good reason walking in on two Gangle's was surprising. First place your mind went to is it's a adventure or something from Caine. So you took the two Gangle's to see him only for him to be surprised when seeing them. He explained how this wasn't his doing then tried in vain to get rid of one. Welp now you have two emotional girlfriends. Lucky mf. Before when their was just one Gangle she had the tendency to wrap around you during cuddles or just when she wanted to be close to you, but now their's two of them so when that happens you get half mummified until they decide they've had enough. 10/10, your so incredibly lucky you get that. I would fight/kill so many people to get what you have.
Gangle (Giving)
Gangle was relaxing in her room enjoying having a day without a ton of weirdness in it when she heard some incredibly rapid knocking and doorbell ringing. She gets up and opens the door only to come face to face with two of you! The cinnamon roll could barely handle one of you teasing her and being affectionate with her. And now their's two. She might just pass away right then and there. Well at least she doesn't have to worry about Jax anymore. You would rock his s^#$ when their was just one of you, now their's two. If he knows what's good for him he'll stop messing with you and Gangle. And when you stand on either side of her like body guards she can and will get incredibly flustered. Before when you would help out Gangle and the others with things you would be good but clearly overwhelmed. But now you get things done incredibly quickly. Gangle's mask repair time was shortened from a day or so to less then an hour. 10/10. She's overwhelmed and overstimulated, but happy.
Ragatha (Receiving)
Ragatha was an amazing S/O at the worst of times able to handle so much on her own. Now double that. Way I see this going is she has one of her with you at all times making sure you're ok while the other helps out the others. Only time you have to be alone now is if something big goes wrong and more then one Ragatha is needed to fix it properly. Ragatha's hugs before were tight, tight enough for you to need a second to recover after each one just from the sheer force and love put into each one. Now you have to deal with that doubled, whether that mean double the amount or a Ragatha on either side of you squeezing your life essence out. 10/10, while she's around you don't have to deal with anything and you get two overwhelmingly loving partners.
Ragatha (Giving)
Ragatha got back to her room after a long and tiring day. She walks in to see you laying on her bed in a jokingly seductive way. She smiles and rolls her eyes then moves towards you. Once in bed with you she feels someone gently hug her from behind and freaks the f&#$ out. She full on socked second you in the face hard enough to leave a dent and knock you out of bed. You quickly get up to help yourself and make sure you ok while Ragatha stares at you two in disbelief. She ask what's going on and you explain how you woke up with a clone and how you went to see Caine only for him to not know what to do. You apologize for scaring her you just couldn't resist. You two sit down on the bed on either side of her causing her to blush and not know who to look at while you two talk in sync. Once she is more accustomed to all this and realizes that it's you, just times two. She will really really enjoy double cuddles from you two. And will definitely enjoy the feeling of being picked up and held on you two's shoulders. 10/10, flustered but happy.
Jax (Receiving)
Get ready for a whole lot of teasing. He teased you a lot before, now their's two. Good luck! He, of course first used it as a prank. He would be relaxing in your room with you then ask you to grab something from his room. When you get there he's laying on the bed in a teasingly seductive way and greets you. You, confused go back to your room only to find him in the exact same pose on your bed too. So either he knows a really fast and secretive shortcut or he learned how to teleport. You stand in your rooms door staring at him stunned when you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder. You turn to see Jax. You have to like quintuple take and look between the two so many times before freezing. Overall it would be the more of the same. But do be warned if you show one of him more attention/affection the other can and will get jealous. 8.5/10, way to overwhelming and hard to deal with.
Jax (giving)
You just like Jax, youused it as a prank. Yours was a little more mean though cause he deserved it from all his teasing. Jax was walking around looking for you cause he had something to show you. He caught a glimpse of you walking towards the rooms and follows behind. He sees you go into your room and is about to follow before he sees you walk out of his room. You wave at him then keep walking while he's stunned. He turns around and is about to follow you to show the thing before you walk out of your room. Ok he's confused. He walks up to you and asks about it. But you play dumb to it. You keep that shtick up for a few days only stopping when he started to genuinely believe he was looking his mind. Their being two of you will make it much harder for Jax to do anything mean or teasing as if he does you can easily return it ten fold. 9/10. Having two of you is the only real way to handle one Jax.
Pomni (Receiving)
Oh gosh. She had the tendency to spiral when their was just one of her. Now their's two so she spirals and breaks down 2x more and 2x faster. You're going to have your hands full, if you want this to not end badly you better hope your a god at comforting her. Before she easily got overwhelmed by your affection and attention but is ever so slightly better at handling it now that their's two of her. I can 100% see you walking around a Pomni on each shoulder which she both loves and hates, loves cause she gets to be close to you and feel special, hate because it feels so public and she feels like she sticks out when you do that. Before she could kind of handle being alone for a while. Now, not so much. So I hope you're ready to spend an unhealthy amount of time with her just to keep her alive. 5/10, she's lovely but she's got a lot of problems. And when their's two of her those problems multiply by a lot.
Pomni (Giving)
Now this will end well. Having two incredibly supportive and loving people who know when you need attention could help just about anyone. When you first found out you did your best to ease her into it. You knocked on her door only one of you there and told her that you had something to show her. Something that could cause a panic attack. She was worried but with your encouragement and knowing that'll you be there with her helped. So she followed you to your room. You opened the door for her and gestured inside. She looked inside to see another you sitting on your bed looking awkward. Once the initial shock has worn off she'll actually really enjoy it. She likes laying on one of you as a mattress while the other gives her attention. 10/10, helps her with her problems and she's surprisingly good at handling both of your attention at once.
(I really REALLY enjoyed writing this. I don't expect others to enjoy this as much as it's definitely more in my tastes but still. I hope you enjoyed it. And the things I would do to be in that situation, sadly best I can do is write about it.)
xoxo, Jester
#tadc x reader#the amazing digital circus x reader#gangle x reader#ragatha x reader#jax x reader#pomni x reader#noob author#not beta'd#incredibly self indulgent#not well written as I wrote it for fun
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Okay about Beast sskk; because I realized I've got a very definite picture of what the Beast post-canon is like that is only in my mind and I never actually put down, so here we go. Very needed content warning of sickeningly fluff and Beast sskk being disgustingly in love with each other, I suppose.
After Dazai killed himself, Atsushi is reasonably tormented, and can't sleep at night. Roaming across Yokohama late at night, he always ends up at Akutagawa'sâ instinctively, unconsciously, to an extent even unwillingly. He doesn't choose to, it's more about countless nights unable to sleep spent wandering with no destination and still always finding himself in front of Akutagawa's place for some reason. Akutagawa somehow always knowing when it's going to happen so that he can face him before Atsushi has time to hesitate and run away. How they don't really need words or explanations most of the time, how for Atsushi knowing that there's another person who understands is enough, and everything he needs. How before Atsushi realizes it (and thus keeping him from trying and prevent it), Akutagawa's house has become the only place where he can fall asleep.
That's how they start living together before even being together. They might not even have an actual âgetting togetherâ moment, you know? The development of their relationship is so natural and spontaneous, it was meant to end that way from the beginning. Besides, Beast sskk don't really need words between them, so... I suppose an actual confession, albeit nice, would be almost superfluous.
Soon enough they move together to a small apartment near the ada (I'm assuming Atsushi has still enough money saved from his old job). Against popular belief, with time it kind of crystallized in me the idea that Atsushi wouldn't join the ada? His life to that point has constantly been doused by violence and pain and death, he deserves a long break to cope with all the trauma; throwing him right back to another environment where he's constantly pushed to fight and use his ability would not do any good to his mental health; especially when he's got such a conflictual and hating relationship with Byakko, even worse than it is in canon. I wasn't kidding about the house husband thing. Beast Atsushi stays home and chills down and is safe and away from all major sources of stress and triggering environments. Slowly, with time, he goes out more often, gradually relearns what normality is supposed to be like, and bit by bit all his traumatic experiences get more distant, and the nightmares more rare. Akutagawa follows up with his ada jobâ obviously! There's a whole deal in the end about how important it is for him to keep doing his job and trying to be good. I do believe the ada is the right place for Akutagawa. He returns home to Atsushi who always welcomes him with warmth and joy, and they cuddle a lot.
But I also believe that there would be times when Atsushi is required to go back to action and fightâ he's not a member of the ada and he doesn't work for them, but it's obvious that when the ada is in danger and Yokohama is facing serious threats, the guild and the rats and ultimately the doa, the times will call for his intervention. He usually comes to help or rescue Akutagawa, a trump card of sorts. And it's endearing, how Akutagawa is always the one, even among the ada, most contrary on getting Atsushi involved, how he wants to protect him and keep him away, how more than anything he wants him to be safe. As for Atsushi, I really like the concept of this man who retired from action, that spends most of his time at home or chatting with the seniors in the neighborhood, who joins the fight only when the situation is most desperate and reveals himself to be the most powerful and destructive beast to have ever walked on earth. He reluctantly fights, and together with Akutagawa they end up saving the day for everyone, because as Dazai himself said nothing can stop the both of them together.
On the other hand, when the world isn't ending Atsushi solves that very specific role of crime drama protagonist's husband who's very supportive of their partner and listens to them ramble at home about their cases. He often offers useful insights on how criminal organizations work.
Atsushi didn't replace his collar after it broke. They're barely visible under his turtleneck, but he has now wrapped bandages in its place: to hide his scars, to keep the memory of Dazai with him everywhere he goes, to remember what he's lost but also what he's gained.
Ah, and when it comes to the fight against Fukuchi, Atsushi is the one to die for Akutagawa, of course.
Headcanons that directly contradict something stated above but that I still like:
Sskk get together after six monthsâ it's got an ironic taste to it, the timestamp their canon counterparts set to kill each other now being the time they declared their love to each other. It's so soon, but also is it really? They immediately clicked the moment they met each other, and they were always destined to be. At that point, there's no one in the world they need more than they need each other.
In case of Atsushi still wearing the collar for some time after the canon events: sskk had their first kiss when Atsushi took the collar off for the first time. Ever since Dazai died, Atsushi is haunted and unstable; he's throughout scared of taking off the collar, terrified by the idea of hurting someone unintentionally, now that Dazai can't be there to controll him (both through his ability and by the general power he used to have over Atsushi's psyche). Akutagawa sees how much Atsushi is physically hurting, and insists on him taking the collar off; they fight over it for months (verbally, for the most part, except for a couple of times when the fights become physicalâ but without abilities), before Akutagawa finally manages to convince Atsushi to take it off for a few hours. When they're alone, because after months of being persuaded, Atsushi can trust Akutagawa to be able to defend himself; and also something about âyou would never hurt meâ. Thing is, when Atsushi finally takes it off, he quickly spirals into a HUGE panic attack, not able to trust himself not to harm the people he cares about; and the only person around is Akutagawa, and he cares about him deeply. The tiger is taking over, and Akutagawa is panicking, and he's desperately looking for a way to quickly ground Atsushi so he just. Kisses him. Which effectively works in the way it immediately distracts Atsushi, as well as causes him to zone out for several minutes. Akutagawa immediately apologizes, and then panics again when Atsushi doesn't answer for a while. It's kinda cute. After that, Atsushi gradually learns to take his collar off more and more often; this time, he can really trust that, if Akutagawa is with him, everything is going to be okay.
#This might as well be the sappiest thing I've ever put down but like. idk did I make it go through that Beast sskk are meant to be#atsushi nakajima#ryĹŤnosuke akutagawa#sskk#shin soukoku#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bsd beast#mine#15/08/23#This is ridiculous I never realized how soft I made them until I actually wrote it down.#It's so silly when I'm also the first one ready to make canon sskk suffer#What can I say. They've suffered enough.#âThe bandages are barely visible under his turtleneckâ I mean that's for when he wears his turtleneckâ#and not Akutagawa's striped shirt as he does at home. Which is an awful amount of times but nobody needs to know that.#I'd say this is self-indulgent but it's not like I'm doing it on purpose this is seriously what Beast sskk is like in my mind.#Nothing much I can do about it. That's the realistic Beast outcome for me.#If the author wants to prove me wrong by dropping Beast 2 they're more than welcome but untill then *this* is my canon#kbcu (Kyotag Beast Cinematic Universe)
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he's so important to me
#i guess i need to watch the anime but super's manga has just been a self-indulgent fever dream for me from start to finish#100000/10 absolutely perfect so validating so extremely catered to my tastes and headcanons and analyses and humor#so fucking funny and emotional and intense and goofy and beautifully drawn#my beautiful son getting to finally fucking see his HARD won character growth fucking shine and choose love and choose to be loved!!!!!!#Goku just being Goku Vegeta being Team Dad Piccolo being Team Grandpa Bulma being a fucking superstar keeping everybody organized and fed#god i love this squad i love this series i love these dumbasses and their struggles and their triumphs and their stupid childish bonding#I love that Toriyama just spent the last several years reminding the class that DB as a whole has always been an ACTION-COMEDY about LOVE#and I'm SO sad that the z anime really never did it justice in that sense because of having to fill time with dramatic tension but god. GOD#THE MANGA HAS ALWAYS BEEN SO CLEAR ON THAT THESIS.#Just all about Restorative Justice and Community and CARING even when you wish SO MUCH that you didn't care but yoU DO GODDAMMIT!!!#SUCH a great series I'm so sad it took losing mr t for me to finally read it but my god I needed to read it now and I'm so glad he wrote it#and i'm SO glad he wrote it Exactly Like This#once again rip to a legend i'm caught up and crying it's so perfect it's SO everything I've wanted to see onscreen and embedded in canon#and canon isn't everything but it still feels gREAT to be SO 1:1 on the same page with an author re: how you interpret your blorbo yknow???#been rotating this man in my head for 25 years and Mr Toriyama just mWAH kissed me on the forehead about it#anyway enough tag rambles I'm off again aklsjla#bonus for that kenpachi shit and letting him say 'sorry dude I can't be cold and numb anymore but this is still cathartic as fuck lol' like#mr t i hope you see the HIGHEST tier of heaven for that (and obviously for like everything all of it the whole life you led)#dbtag
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