#so many of the prisoners are so young.....

[heavens-devils]

Dirty Little Secret

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x female reader

Era: Season Three

Summary: Daryl and you are secretly a couple, and the two of you believed that keeping your relationship confidential for the time being was the best course of action. However, Merle has known his younger brother for his entire life, and Daryl cannot easily keep secrets from his older sibling

Warnings: Kissing, mentions of more intimate scenarios, swearing, unwanted innuendos said by Merle, and mentions of violence

Word count: 3,238

Further additions: I want to personally thank @dixondisease for the plot idea. I know that this story idea was posted long before you began to add me to the tagged list at the end of each of your posts, but your post Baby Brother Is All Grown Up is what inspired me to write this. Anyway, thank you for all of your posts, keep doing what you're doing, and again, thank you so much :)

As soon as Merle had moved into the prison and became a member of your group, he was instantly suspicious of the relationship shared between you and his younger sibling. Although everyone else around you may have been ignorant regarding you and the younger bikers relationship, the older Dixon was not as oblivious.

Merle had grown up along side your secret boyfriend, he had quickly picked up on the subtle ways Daryl would express his feelings towards a girl he favored. The older male had memorized the manner in which the younger man would gaze towards the woman he fancied whilst supporting a soft expression of pure admiration. Additionally, the elder biker had noticed the way Daryl would transform into a much more soft and gentle version of himself whilst in the presence of his romantic interest.

Furthermore, Merle had quickly noticed the fact that Daryl appeared to favor a certain type of woman; the younger biker seemed to enjoy females who were both strong and tough within the correct situations, and woman who could become rather tender and caring when the right moment revealed itself. The older sibling also noticed the reality that his younger brother appeared to appreciate females with the same hair color, eye color, and build that you personally possessed.

The first time Merle perceived the more intimate energy shared between the two of you was during the first morning he observed the pair of you interact. He quickly noticed the way Daryl would transform from a mysterious and quiet individual into a much more sheepish yet attentive young man when he was within your presence. Merle watched how his younger brother went from stern and serious when talking with Rick, before morphing into a much more sweet and gentle version of himself once he was interacting with you. This was an obvious sign that his baby bother was pleased by your existence.

Additionally, the older Dixon was not ignorant to both the personality and physical appearance you retained. One of the original characteristics Merle had perceived was the fact that you possessed all of his brothers favored features, including: Your hair color, both the length and texture of your locks, the hypnotizing hue of your irises, along with your more favorable height and build. Furthermore, Merle also observed the fact that you behaved just the way his little brother adored; you could be serious, determined, and tough within certain circumstances, but you could also be kind, gentle, and nice during other events.

And he quickly noticed just how intensely his younger brother seemed to enjoy your characteristics. Merle often observed the way Daryl would subtly smirk to himself every time you would command another individual within the prison, and he perceived the manner in which the younger biker would adore the way your attitude quickly altered from authoritative to gentle when you would talk with younger children. Furthermore, Daryl obviously enjoyed the way you could protect yourself when you encountered a dangerous threat, such as a zombie.

The older male had also witnessed the many "secret" interactions the two of you would share, such as: Covertly sneaking off together within the late hours of the night, interlocking fingers under the dinning table when you thought no one was paying attention, and Merle had even heard some rather odd noises coming from either of your cells during the rare occasions when both of you were not busy with other tasks. Furthermore, during multiple different situations, the older male had even caught the two of you captured within an intense, yet passionate, make out session within one of the seemingly forgotten stairwells of the prison.

One evening, after every other individual located within the community had returned to their bunks for the night, Merle ventured off to visit his baby brother. However, once he had arrived within Daryl's assigned cell, he quickly noticed that his room was completely empty.

For a moment, the older sibling was slightly confused, a subtle expression of skepticism glazing his features as his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth was reduced into a thin line of perplexity. However, this countenance quickly disappeared once an obvious idea appeared within his mind:

"He's probably off with his girl."

Merle could not believe exactly what you saw within his younger brother; you were an attractive, young, and captivating woman, and the older male just could not understand why you were so infatuated with his little sibling. The older Dixon regarded Daryl as weak, stupid, and rather unattractive, and he just could not comprehend what you, an absolute catch, were so captivated by.

The older biker new exactly where the two of you were located. Merle had quickly noticed a pattern between the pair of you, observing the way you and his brother would disappear within the night in order to hide away within one of the darkest corners of the prison: The forgotten storage room. This seemed to be a more favored spot between the two of you.

The older male knew exactly why the pair of you seemed to enjoy this location so much. The disregarded storage area was littered with abandoned couches, extra blankets, and it was filled with comfortable areas to please each other. Furthermore, the small room completely lacked any windows or views into the outside world. He had quickly discovered that the two of you believed that this was the perfect place to take part within more intimate activities, without the possibility of being caught by another member of the group.

Once Merle had exited his younger brothers room, he ventured towards the opposite side of the prison, deciding to bring an end to this secret relationship once and for all. As he traveled through the many decollate halls and empty corridors, the older biker contemplated exactly how he would confront the two of you. He considered scaring the absolute fuck out of both of you by barging into the room, and he also pondered upon the idea of actually just heading back to his own cell and minding his damn business for once. But in the end, Merle knew exactly what he was gonna do: Be a complete dick.

Once he arrived before the closed door of the storage unit, he carefully brought his ear up against the door. He quietly listened to whatever activities were occurring within the concealed room. However, he was surprised by the reality that he was not met by the sounds of pleasure or crazy sex, in fact, he listened to both of you speak as you shared a rather confidential and sweet conversation regarding each of your pasts.

This reality was a huge let down for Merle. The older male had hoped to catch you in the act, frighten the living shit out of you, and maybe even observe a view that he would engrain within his memory for future use. The older sibling was aware of the fact that he could not back down now, he would have to carry out his plan of confronting the two of you. He remained pleased with the idea of scaring the two of you, even if you weren't taking part within anything rather intimate.

Merle had slowly brought his palm up to the cold metal knob of the door and quickly swung it open to reveal the secrets hidden within the room. The way he barged into the confined area did succeed at jumping the two of you, resulting in you yanking the blanket up over your exposed upper body and causing Daryl to immediately sit up straight upon the couch, ready to defend the two of you.

The older siblings vision was met with a rather romantic, yet scandalous, sight. You and Daryl were cuddling against one another upon a small couch situated towards the left side of the tiny room. There were boxes and random items, such as discarded books and forgotten utensils, cluttered against the wall. He also perceived the small lantern situated within the farthest corner of the room, a tiny blaze contained within the lamp that successfully emitted a soft, warm glow throughout the area.

Furthermore, it was very obvious what activity the two of you were previously taking part within. Although your bodies were almost completely covered by a thin blanket, Merle could easily perceive both you and his little brothers exposed shoulders and naked feet protruding from both ends of the comforter.

"Caught ya." Merle stated once he burst into the room, concluding his statement with a slight chuckle of victory.

You were absolutely disgusted by the older males actions, but you couldn't exactly say that you were surprised. A normal person would have pulled the two of you aside before addressing the situation in private. Or, a sane individual would have just disregarded the entire circumstance and minded their own business. But this was Merle you were regarding, of course he had to plan some elaborate entrance, terrorize the two of you, and even attempt to catch just the slightest glimpse of your nude body.

"Merle, what the fuck!" Daryl exclaimed, his tone laced with anger and dominance.

If this had been any other situation, just the sound of authority glazing your lovers confrontational statement would have caused you to drag Daryl into some dark corner of the prison and have your way with him. However, the current circumstances had absolutely destroyed any form of arousal and titillation you had previously acquired. You were aware of the fact that you obviously could not continue with any sort of intimate actions after such an unsettling event.

You rarely observed the younger male stand up against his older brother, you had previously regarded such an idea as almost impossible. You often observed Daryl as he confronted other community members with confidence and strength, you had even perceived the way he fought against groups of walkers without any sign of fear or doubt. However, compared to any other threat out there, Merle had always appeared much scarier and frightening to the younger biker.

"I guess I should say welcome to the Dixon family." Merle teased, obviously attempting to further frustrate the both of you.

His strives seemed to succeed with Daryl, as he grit his teeth in anger.

The younger male was used to being patronized and terrorized by his older brother. Before the apocalypse, when the two grown men were just young boys, Merle often spent his free time attempting to destroy his younger brothers happiness and demolish any sort of romantic relationship he possessed. However, the younger biker just could not understand why his older brother had to try and ruin this for him as well. They were both grown men now, they were no longer petty teenage boys, and Daryl had assumed that Merle would just quit trying to sabotage his serious, adult relationships. Furthermore, it was the fucking apocalypse for crying out loud, he just couldn't understand why his older brother wouldn't just give it up already.

Once, when the sibling were both still teenagers, Daryl had became close with this nice, young girl. She was almost pretty, kind, and rather fortunate. Teenage Daryl, completely infatuated and totally smitten, had believed that this young woman could change his life, free him from his miserable living situation, and reveal things to him that he had never once experienced. Of course, looking back, the young biker could admit that she most likely wouldn't have released him from anything, they would have just dated for a short while, shared some young love moments together, before ultimately breaking up. Yet, the possibility of such a short lived happy experience would still have been appealing and appreciated by Daryl.

However, the pairs time spent together was ultimately cut short when his older brother got in contact with the girl. Merle had decided to falsely inform the young lady that his brother wasn't attracted to women. After Merle had spoke with the teenage girl, and spread this wrong information, the young biker never heard from or interacted with the sweet girl ever again.

"Get the fuck out!" Daryl yelled at his brother, his voice filled with rage and authority.

The younger sibling was aware of the fact that whatever Merle said in that moment would not be able to scare you off. You were a grown woman, able to talk with her lover and work things out together. The young biker knew that you were not some naive teenage girl who would easily believe what ever lies his brother attempted to feed you. However, the fact that his older sibling had once again ruined such an intimate moment for him, and the idea that he could further destroy the relationship Daryl shared with you by informing the entire prison of your secret connection, only intensified his emotions of frustration.

"Well well, look who's all grown up, protectin your lady and standin up to yer older brother." Merle smirk, his sentence supporting a sly and almost unsettling tone of deviance "I never thought this day would come."

Daryl attempted to hide his embarrassment by responding to his older brothers cunning words by subtly rolling his eyes. The younger male could not deny the fact that Merle was successfully humiliated him. It was obvious that his older brother was striving towards decreasing your view of your lover by speaking ill about him and trying to prove just how cowardly he could behave.

However, although Daryl was unaware of how much you admired him and oblivious to the way you saw him for who he truly was, you would never fall for any of Merles immature tricks. You knew the younger biker for who he truly was; Daryl was a kind and gentle being, but he could be tough and strong when he wanted to be. Behind his mysterious and silent exterior, the young biker was loyal, defensive, and protective when it regarded the people he truly cared for. You considered your lover to be the farthest thing from a coward.

And besides, you knew that Daryl could successfully beat Merles ass any day of the week if he had truly desired.

"What do you want, Merle?" You asked the older brother, your voice monotone and flat, in order to be perceived as brave and strong by the man situated before you.

Merle was quite surprised by the way you confronted him. Most women seemed to be rather scared and delicate when interacting with the older biker. However, here you were, naked and completely venerable before him, standing up to him in order to defend his younger sibling.

The older male could not suppress the expression of pure shock that momentarily glazed his features. For a few seconds, his eyebrows were raised in disbelief and he slightly tilted his head, in order to successfully display his subtle confusion. As a reaction to your ability to stand up against the rather rude biker, Merle's entire being was filled with slight astonishment yet amusement.

"I jus wanted to congratulate ma baby brother, he got ah girl who's not jus in his dreams." Merle explained to you before focusing his attention towards his younger brother "So ya do got balls after all."

You swiftly perceived the way Daryl began to shrink before his brother, awkwardly shifting within his seat as a reaction to his torment. There was no denying it, the younger biker was intimidated by his older sibling. This was a fact that caused you to truly wonder just what occurred throughout your lovers life to create such a dynamic.

In order to shield the younger male from any further shame, you continued to speak with Merle, whilst Daryl regained his confidence and decided the best way to both react and fix the current situation.

"Please, just keep this between us." You requested calmly, attempting to appease the older male and gain both his admiration and trust.

The way you behaved so delicately and subdued before the male, almost as if you were attempting to obey his authority, seemed to please the older biker. He enjoyed the way you spoke with him, as if he was your commander, along with the manner in which you attempted to satisfy his requirements. Overall, he favored the way you seemed to regard him as if he was your superior.

"I can see what I can do fer ma baby brother an his girl." Merle replied, supporting a rather sly smirk that further intensified his slightly cryptic response.

Daryl was obviously frustrated by his brothers continues torture, annoyed by the way the older male attempted to further torment and frighten the two of you with his enigmatic response. Merle was obviously striving towards bothering the two of you with his mysterious reply, attempting to further stress both of you out and cause you to worry about whether or not he would successfully keep your secret.

However, your thoughts were much different compared to your lovers. Although you were both bothered and frustrated as a result of Merles teasing, immaturity, and his inability to mind his own damn business, you could not help but react in the almost the exact opposite manner compared to Daryl.

You were aware of the fact that there was currently nothing you could do about the situation. Merle knew your secret, and he would either keep it to himself or spread gossip, and you knew you could no longer stop him. You were unable to go back in time and alter the circumstance, so you addressed the current event as calm and relaxed as you could manage.

"Thank you, Merle." You stated with a warm smile before continuing "I really do owe you one."

As soon as the words tumbled from your mouth, you perceived the sly smirk that danced across the older males lips. He was obviously going to receive your kind gesture in a more inappropriate and scandalous manner. He was absolutely a perverted asshole.

"I think I know how ya could repay me." Merle responded with a wink.

Both you and Daryl quickly picked up upon what exactly the older biker was referencing to. The thought of being with Merle, a man you greatly despised, in such an intimate and inappropriate manner, sent an unnerved shiver down your spine. You couldn't ignore the thoughts currently flooding your mind, specifically regarding how much of a sick creep the older Dixon was.

Daryl would not allow this comment to slide; although he might not be brave enough to protect himself against his own brother, he would most definitely defend his lover. He would not allow Merle to treat you like some sort of disgusting object.

"Okay, bye Merle, it's time fer ya tuh go." Daryl stated, his tone blunt and his voice deep, as if he was attempting to assert his dominance.

You observed the older male as he turned towards the exit. However, before he could successfully leave, you were aware of the fact that Merle would not allow himself to conclude the conversation without adding one more absurd statement. Furthermore, he could not possibly allow his younger brother to achieve the finally statement.

"Okay okay, but when will I get to be an uncle, huh? Uncle Merle, ey? I suggest ya get to it and put those balls to good use for once." The older male exclaimed with a tormenting grin, attempting to further shame his younger brother before ultimately exiting the vicinity.

[butterflies-and-yuta]

Material Girl

Plot/Summary: My name is Y/N, and you guys are now exploring my life in the city as not only a journalist who will need some help when it comes to money and my lifestyle, but also how far I am willing to go, especially for my sugar daddies, and what will happen along the way... Genre: Fluff, Angst & a bit suggestive Author's note: If you guys are under the age of 18 or not and are reading this or about to read this, and either feel uncomfortable with its subject matter, then please avoid this at all costs and do not repeat the actions in this story as it is all fiction and any alignment with real life situations and or events, that is pure coincidence. But either way, please relax and enjoy the story...

Ahh...New York City, the Big Apple, the city that never sleeps, the 3rd main place of the United States that contains American attractions and high tourism, such as the Statue of Liberty, Central Park, the Empire State Building and Times Square. You'd think a place like this would be a perfect opportunity for young adults who are newcomers in so many industries, including none other than creative industries such as Artists, Musicians, Fashion Designers/Stylists and even Filmmakers. But that's where you'd be wrong, especially if you're someone...like...me

"What the heck is this?" That is me, my name is Y/N, and I am a young adult trying to survive in the city as an upcoming journalist that had recently graduated from a decent school that gave me my journalist degree which I needed but also which I used to be very happy about.

But that was all pushed aside into the past as I am now in the present, walking out of my go-to cafe after getting my go-to cafe order, which consisted of a Mocha along with a cheese and bacon roll. After a while of walking and catching trains after trains, I finally arrived back at my humble abode, which was none other than my apartment. Except my apartment was smaller than my old college dorm, which it pretty bad, but for what it is, I consider it to be a good thing, especially in this economy.

Unfortunately, the rent was eating through my savings like a hungry caterpillar with a bottomless appetite for Benjamins. I tossed my bag onto the kitchen counter and made a beeline for the fridge. The light flickered on, revealing a sad collection of condiments and half-empty cartons of milk. The reality of my situation hit me like a ton of bricks. I was living off instant noodles and the kindness of friends who felt sorry for me.

With a heavy sigh, I sat down at my desk, the one that was more cluttered with bills and overdue notices than actual journalism work. I opened my laptop and clicked on my bank account to see if I received anything after my previous shifts at the bookstore, reading it over once more only to come with a conclusion "You've got to be kidding me," I mumbled to myself, staring at the little numbers on my bank account.

"Not another dry week." My tiny apartment in the city felt like a prison, the walls closing in with each passing moment. My bank account was dwindling, and the rent wasn't getting any cheaper. A journalist in the city of dreams, I'd hoped to make my mark on the world with my words. But lately, the only marks I was making were on my credit card statements.

Then, all of a sudden, a blog popped up, and I was squinting at the blog on my phone with the words blurring together like a Jackson Pollock painting in a rainstorm. With the subject line "How I navigate the city as a sugar baby”.

I was stumbling upon the blog while strolling through the endless job listings on my laptop, and as I kept reading more and more of it, something clicked in my head. I decided to look up the website that the specific person mentioned she met her “Sugar Daddy” on. It was on a website called "City Sugar." A website that is about “Finding the one” and promoting “Exclusive Relationships”. 

Maybe this could be my miracle to save me from the soul-sucking internships that paid in experience and free coffee, along with my college debts. Maybe this could even save me after my last internship was finally finished. "Become the centre of attention of the city's elite," it promised. "Experience a lifestyle you never knew existed."

It sounded too good to be true, but desperation had a way of making one's moral compass wobble like a top about to run out of steam. I took a deep breath and started to type my response, trying to sound confident and alluring, despite the pit of doubt forming in my stomach.

Days turned into weeks as I juggled my part-time job at the local bookstore along with applying at each job company, hoping to get at least a journalist or copywriter position, and I had almost forgotten about my hasty decision. That was until I received an email with the subject line "Your New York City Cinderella Story Begins." My heart skipped a beat. It was from "City Sugar." I read the email with trembling hands, my eyes widening at the mention of many potential sugar daddies. It was gonna be such a risk, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take if it means getting me out of this shithole.

I clicked yes and did an immediate sign-up, no turning back. After I finished signing up, I felt a sense of excitement yet nervousness in me that felt like it was either gonna explode or make me throw up from nausea. However, it came to a immediate hold as I heard a notification bell from my laptop, I checked to see what it was about while hoping it wasn’t another email about my finances, to my surprise it was actually from “City Sugar” asking me about a Interview to not only setup my profile but also to see what potential matches are suitable for me, I responded agreeing to do the interview.

The day of the interview arrived, and I found myself standing outside a swanky building in the heart of Manhattan. The doorman looked at me like I had just stepped out of a dumpster, but with a flash of the email on my phone, he nodded and let me in. I rode the elevator up to the penthouse suite, my stomach doing somersaults. The doors opened to reveal a plush living room with a panoramic view of the city.

“Why hello there, you must be Y/N, my name is Madison Hornette, Founder of City Sugar, Nice to meet you”.

A woman in a tight skirt and a blouse that left little to the imagination greeted me. She introduced herself as Madison, the founder of City Sugar. She had a sharp smile and the kind of confidence that only came from knowing you had the power to change someone's life.

“You must have read about us via our sponsorships or many advertisements online?” She asked me, I responded with a simple yes and was about to continue before she interrupted me. “Well, that's great! Let me give you a quick rundown of what we do here at City Sugar.” She led me to a velvet couch and handed me a contract.

“Here at City Sugar, we're all about connecting with our audience through innovative content and partnerships. So, tell me, what inspired you to reach out to us?” I nervously took a seat and glanced at the contract. I wanted to tell her the truth, but at the same time, I didn’t want to get embarrassed due to my reasons, so I decided to lie on the spot.

"I've always admired your brand's creativity and reach towards your specific target audience," I said, trying to sound confident. Madison leaned in, her eyes locking with mine. "That's wonderful to hear. Let's discuss how we can make magic together," so I watched her not only set up my profile perfectly while still being based on my personality, but we even did a photoshoot so we can have nice pics to upload online for my profile. However, I decided to ask her while also going on dates with potential sugar daddies, do I have to accept the ones that are old enough to be my actual father, including the others that are just creepy?

“Of course not, while yes half of our demographic target audiences are mostly middle-aged men, you still have the right and access as a human being to decline those who are not your type at all, but since you asked that, I think I might have 3 suitable candidates that are just right up your alley, However we do have to have you look over the contract here so that way you can fully understand the terms and conditions of our arrangement. This ensures that you're comfortable and aware of what's expected. Once that's done, we can proceed with matching you with suitable candidates who align with your preferences and comfort level.”

It was a thick document, full of legal jargon that made my head spin, but the numbers at the bottom were crystal clear. If I signed, I would become a sugar baby of probably three of New York City's most eligible bachelors and other candidates.

The thought of the money made me dizzy, but so did the thought of what I'd have to do to earn it. Madison rattled off a list of dos and don'ts, her voice as sweet as honey. "Never ask for more than what's agreed upon. Always be discreet. And, of course, be prepared to offer companionship to all suitable candidates or maybe even three gentlemen." She winked at me, as if that last part was a secret thrill that I'd be dying to experience.

My thoughts were racing as I scanned the contract. I felt like a moth drawn to a flame, knowing it could burn me but unable to resist the warm glow. I swallowed hard and signed on the dotted line, sealing my fate as a sugar baby.

Madison's smile grew even wider as she handed me a business card with the names and numbers of Jaehyun, Johnny, and Yuta. "You'll hear from them soon," she purred. "And remember, discretion is key." I folded the contract and tucked it into my bag, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and dread. The weight of my decision settled in as I stepped out into the bustling city streets, wondering what I had just gotten myself into. But it’s too late to turn back now… The story had just started…

The following days and weeks were a whirlwind of glamour and excess ever since I joined the secret life as a sugar baby. During those times, I was being contacted by the 3 bachelors Madison recommended to me, and this is when I met each one at each time.

Starting with Jung Jaehyun, the sweet, nerdy, gentle soul type who, with his sharp suits and witty banter, treated me to the finest restaurants and Broadway shows while also treating me like a delicate porcelain doll and yet was surprisingly successful in the film world as a film producer and owner of “Peach Entertainment”.

He is a man whose name alone whispers of success and sophistication. His office in the towering Peach Entertainment building was a testament to his power within the film industry. The walls were lined with posters of box-office hits that bore his name in fine print. On our first date, he greeted me with a bouquet of my favourite flowers and a smile that could warm the coldest of winters. We would spend our evenings lost in conversation about the art of storytelling, his eyes lighting up as he spoke about his latest projects with the passion of a poet recounting his greatest sonnet.

Afterwards, our dates became a blend of sophisticated elegance and intellectual stimulation. He would take me to the most exquisite restaurants, where the menus were written in gold and the chefs were rumoured to be Michelin-starred wizards. The food was an explosion of flavour, each bite a delicate dance on my tongue that I savoured with the same enthusiasm with which I listened to Jaehyun's stories of his journey from a film enthusiast to a producer of a renowned film studio.

Some nights we would sit in his luxurious penthouse, the floor-to-ceiling windows revealing a panoramic view of the glittering cityscape, as we debated the nuances of cinematic masterpieces over glasses of fine wine. His gentle touch was reassuring, his voice soothing, like a lullaby for my soul. He introduced me to a world of art-house cinema, of directors who whispered their thoughts through the screen and actors who painted their emotions with the precision of a master artist.

One evening, as we sat in his state-of-the-art home theatre, the velvet curtains drawn tight to enclose us in a bubble of cinematic bliss, he leaned over and kissed me. It was soft, tender, and filled with the promise of something more. I felt myself melt into his embrace, the warmth of his body a stark contrast to the coolness of the leather couch beneath me. The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, and I found myself lost in the sweetness of his touch.

Then there was Johnny Suh, a charming, suave nightclub owner who knew how to show a girl a good time, especially with a smile that could charm the pants off a statue and piercing eyes that made me melt like chocolate in the sun and whose energetic spirit had me dancing until dawn in his exclusive nightclubs, my heart racing from the excitement and the danger of our clandestine meetups.

He has a way of making me feel like the centre of his universe. During our first date, I met him at a Jazz bar that he picked out for both of us since he wanted to get to know me first before progressing even further.

And needless to say, it worked. He and I had a great connection right off the bat; his social skills, along with the way he communicates, were phenomenal, and the way he understood my taste buds and what I’d like to drink was even superb.

But the night was still young for both of us, and he had an event tonight at one of his most exclusive clubs, and he offered me an invitation. Which I happily obliged since I haven’t been out in so long.

As we arrived at the club, it was something I didn’t expect. The music, the scenery, along with the people here, did get me off guard. However, Johnny Suh, ever the charmer, swept me off my feet and twirled me around the dance floor, the rhythm of the music pulsing through my veins like a heartbeat.

His hands, strong and confident, guided me through the crowd, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement as his eyes locked onto mine, a silent promise that the night would be one for the books. We danced until the sun began to rise, the neon lights of the city outside their bubble casting a soft glow through the tinted windows.

Our chemistry was palpable, a dance of fire and ice that sent shivers down my spine. As the night grew later into dawn, we found ourselves in a rooftop garden, the air thick with the scent of exotic flowers that bloomed only under the cover of darkness.

The deep, warm sunrise cast an orange, golden glow on the leaves, and in that moment, I knew I hadn’t made a mistake. However, despite the excitement of their clandestine meetups, the thrill of the chase, I still craved something more than the fleeting passion that Johnny offered.

Maybe my heart yearned not only for a connection that went beyond the superficial charm and the allure of his mysterious aura, but maybe even a chance to achieve my dreams once and for all.

I pulled away, her breath coming in short gasps. "Johnny, I need to tell you something."

His eyes searched mine, the playfulness in his gaze replaced by a sudden seriousness. "What is it, love?"

Taking a deep breath, she spoke her truth. "I don't think this is what I want anymore. The secrets, the late nights, it's all so... empty."

Johnny's smile faded, but he didn't release her. "What are you looking for, Y/n? Tell me, and I'll give it to you."

He was a man who ruled the night. His nightclubs were the playground of the rich and the famous, where the music was as intoxicating as the liquor that flowed freely. With a swagger that could make any woman's knees wobble, he was the epitome of charm and danger wrapped in one lethal package.

The air around him was electric, crackling with an energy that made me feel alive. He taught me to dance to the rhythm of the bass, my body moving in ways I had never imagined under the strobe lights. Our Dates were a blur of laughter, whispers exchanged over the din of the crowd, and the sweet thrill of breaking the rules as we slipped away to secret corners of the city that never slept. His eyes, dark and intense, held a promise of adventure that I found irresistible.

Lastly, there was Nakamoto Yuta, an enigmatic, mysterious former idol turned rockstar artist with a wild streak and heart of gold hidden beneath his tough exterior, especially his gentle touch and thought-provoking discussions about art and life made me feel seen in a way no one ever had before.

He was the wild card of the bunch. A former idol who had traded in his squeaky clean image for the raw, unbridled world of rock 'n' roll, he was a man of few words but a wealth of depth. His artistry was as mesmerising as it was enigmatic, his lyrics a window into a soul that craved authenticity.

Our first date was a secret show in a dingy basement club, the air thick with the scent of sweat, smoke, and ambition. The walls were plastered with stickers and posters from bands long forgotten, and the floor was sticky with the remnants of spilled drinks.

As I watched him perform, my heart hammered in my chest like a drum to the beat of his music. His voice was a raspy symphony that resonated with every fibre of my being, and the way he moved on stage was a declaration of freedom that I longed to be emulated in my own life.

After the show, he took my hand, and we escaped into the night, the sound of his guitar echoing in the alleyways like a serenade to the stars above.

Afterwards, our dates were a mix of quiet contemplation and passionate debates about the nature of art and the fleeting essence of human connection. He had a way of looking at me that made me feel like I was the only person in the room, even when surrounded by adoring fans.

His touch was gentle, a stark contrast to the thunderous applause that greeted him on stage, and his kisses were like a gentle storm that left her breathless and yearning for more. He showed me the gritty underbelly of the city, the places where creativity and desperation collided in a beautiful, chaotic dance.

They were all so different, each of them had their allure, their way of making me feel special, and their own set of banknotes that kept my lights on and my fridge from being bare. Yet they had one thing in common: they could give me the financial stability I desperately needed. And so, I agreed to become their sugar baby, not expecting to fall for any of them. But each of the men had their unique charm, and I found myself torn between them.

But amidst the luxury, there was a darker side to the life of a sugar baby. The constant juggling of schedules, the fear of being caught, and the emotional strain of pretending to be someone I wasn't were taking their toll. I tried to convince myself that it was all just a game, that I could keep my feelings at bay. But as the months went on, the lines between business and pleasure grew blurrier.

Jaehyun, with his piercing gaze and velvety voice, had a way of making me feel like the most sophisticated woman in the room. His charisma was infectious, and the way he whispered sweet nothings in my ear sent shivers down my spine.

Yet, Johnny's wild spirit and spontaneous adventures brought out a side of me I didn't know existed. The way he looked at me when we danced, his hands strong and possessive on my hips, made me feel alive in a way that no fancy dinner ever could.

And then there was Yuta, the artist with a heart of gold, who saw past the glitz and the glamour. His soulful eyes searched for the real me in every conversation, and I found myself opening up to him in ways that I never had with anyone else, even though I had to remain discreet at all times.

The first few months passed in a blur of opulence and excitement. I had more money than I knew what to do with, and a wardrobe that would make any fashionista green with envy. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, the weight of my secret grew heavier.

I began to feel guilty about my arrangement, as if I were leading each man on. I knew I couldn't keep seeing all three of them without someone getting hurt. And then, there was the ever-present fear of being exposed. What would happen if my friends, my family, or worse, my colleagues found out what I was doing? The thought of the humiliation and the potential ruin of my career was too much to bear.

One evening, while getting ready for a date with Jaehyun, I received a chilling text message. "I know what you are," it read. No name, no number, just those six little words that sent a shiver down my spine. My heart raced as I stared at the screen. Who could it be? I had been so careful, so discreet. But in a city like New York, it's easy for secrets to slip through the cracks.

Panic set in as I thought of the consequences. If my secret got out, it would be a scandal that could ruin not just my reputation, but the reputations of Jaehyun, Johnny, and Yuta as well. I couldn't bear the thought of them being hurt because of me. I had to get out, to end this before it spiralled out of control. But how could I do that without breaking their hearts?

It wasn’t until my phone buzzed on the desk, pulling me out of my gloomy thoughts. It was an invitation to a high-profile networking event, the kind I'd normally ignore. But the name on the email made my heart flutter—it was from my old college friend, now a big shot at a swanky PR firm.

She wanted me to come since she needed company and also wanted to get me an opportunity to finally get a job I’ve always wanted. The event was a rare opportunity to rub shoulders with the elite, the kind of people who could make or break a career. And I needed a break, desperately. With a deep breath, I accepted her offer, started getting ready, and after I slipped into a form-fitting red dress that made me feel like a siren, I slid my phone into my purse and stepped out into the bustling streets. The venue was an opulent hotel, the kind she'd only ever seen in movies.

The event was a masquerade ball, a fundraising gala for an art museum that Jaehyun's company was sponsoring. It was the perfect stage for a dramatic exit. The three of them had no idea what was about to unfold, but I had to be strong, and as I put on the matching mask, I couldn't help but feel like it was a metaphor for the life I was about to leave behind.

As I arrived at the ball, I felt like a fish out of water, my modest outfit a stark contrast to the sea of designer gowns and suits that were walking in and out of the function. I clutched my notepad tightly, reminding myself I was there to finally end a story, not to be a part of the glitz and glamour forever.

As I walked in, the room was a kaleidoscope of glitz and glamour. The chandeliers cast a warm glow over the sea of elegantly dressed guests, their laughter and chatter bouncing off the high ceilings. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the faint waft of champagne. My heart hammered in my chest as I spotted Jaehyun, Johnny, and Yuta from across the room. All 3 of them in one room, they were surrounded by beautiful people, looking every inch the powerful and desirable men they were. I couldn’t allow all of them or at least one of them to see me with another one, so I’m gonna be as discreet as I can be.

The evening began with the usual pleasantries, but I couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom. I danced with Jaehyun, his hand resting possessively on the small of my back, and I felt a twinge of love mixed with regret. “Is there a problem Y/N?” He asked me, wondering and maybe even sensing my energy was off. “Of course not, sorry, I’m just not used to these types of events, it’s a bit out of my comfort zone”.

I told Jaehyun, which made him chuckle since he was the one sponsoring it. He was okay with how you’re feeling, it made sense to him since you and he have only been to the places you two went together, you haven’t been to a function like this, especially with him, but he loved it since it could make you even closer to him than before, he loved holding you next to him since it reminded him of his old days before his fame and fortune.

However, as the night progressed, the main acts of the event were about to begin, which unfortunately meant that everybody had to sit down at their preferred table. You tried to follow Jaehyun, but someone else had plans for you, and that particular person was none other than Johnny. As he grabbed your hand and softly guided you away from Jaehyun, he continued walking until he reached his table and therefore made you sit down with him.

You tried to get up, but stopped and asked how you’d been. “How did you recognise me?” you asked him, since you looked a bit unfamiliar. “How could I forget such a beautiful dancer like you?” I shared a laugh that felt forced, but the joy of our past escapades tainted by the bitter taste of deceit, it didn’t feel right sitting next to him while I had a relationship with the other 2.

But the way he was looking in that brown suit was too sexy yet elegant, along with his flirty manner, it was too irresistible, and you couldn’t even excuse yourself to go to the bathroom since it felt like you were under his spell. But you were soon knocked out of it as soon as he announced he needed to go to the toilet, which also gave you the excuse to head to the bathroom as well, which he accepted.

As soon as he went to the bathroom, you were about to head out to not cause too much drama, but as soon as you were about to leave once and for all, that is when you made eye contact with Yuta…And with Yuta, our eyes met over the crowded room, a silent conversation passing between us that spoke volumes about my inner turmoil.

I stood still, and as soon as I was about to move, that was when he was in front of me, with his eyes being so dark yet so big, it was like looking into an infinite universe, but then he snapped me out of it by asking me how I’ve been.

“I’ve been alright, how about you?” I responded in an anxious state, which he noticed and asked if I was alright. “I’m alright, sorry I just feel a bit out of place here”. I said to him, which caused him to grab my hand softly and ask me, “Do you wanna go somewhere where it’s less crowded?”. He said to me, at first I wanted to say no, but I couldn’t resist his cheeky smirk that could win me over all the time, which inevitably made me say yes to his offer.

However, as the lights dimmed and the show began, my heart was racing. This was it. I had to tell them the truth, no matter the cost. But as I scanned the room for the perfect moment, I saw something that made me freeze. A camera flash. Someone was taking pictures of us, and not just any someone—it was the person who sent me that text.

Their intentions were clear—they were going to expose me. The panic washed over me, but I couldn't let it show. I had to get to my phone to call my friend and tell her to cancel her plan to out me, but before I could do anything, the lights came up, and the show was over. The room erupted into applause, and the tension was palpable as I searched for the culprit.

As the crowd dispersed, I slipped away to the bathroom, my heart in my throat. My hand shook as I dialled her number, but it went straight to voicemail. "Come on, pick up," I murmured to myself, my eyes darting around the marble-tiled room. But it was too late. The damage was done.

The photos were already out there, floating in the digital ether, waiting to shatter my world. I had to leave, to escape before the storm hit. But as I turned to go, I saw them—Jaehyun, Johnny, and Yuta, standing outside the bathroom, their expressions a mix of confusion and anger.

They had seen the photos, the ones that would ruin us all. And now, it was time to face the music.

When the time was right, I approached the three of them, my heart in my throat. "I can explain, I swear," I said, my voice trembling; however, they had other plans…They told me to follow them, and as I walked with them, I exited the event and followed them into a private room that was part of the hotel. I was told to sit down, and as I did, I saw their expressions were a mix of seriousness and frustration, while my expression was one of confusion and concern.

I looked up, and as I did, Jaehyun spoke first, his voice low and steady. "So, care to explain why you're with another man when we have an arrangement?" His question hung in the air, heavy with accusation. Johnny's eyes bore into me, his grip on the chair tight. "Is this why you've been so distant lately?" He asked, and I knew he wasn't just talking about the event. Yuta, ever the charmer, was silent, his arms folded across his chest, his gaze unreadable.

"It's not like that," I started, trying to find the words to explain the unexplainable. "I didn't mean for it to go this far." But as the words left my mouth, they sounded hollow, even to my ears. How could I justify leading them on, letting them think I was exclusively theirs when all along, I'd been sharing myself with two others?

Jaehyun stepped closer, his eyes searching mine. "What do you mean, 'not like that'? We had an understanding, Y/N. You said you needed help. I thought we had something more than just a transaction." His voice was tight with emotion, and I could see the hurt in his eyes.

Johnny's frustration boiled over. "You've been playing us all along!" He slammed his hand on the table, making the crystal water glasses tremble. "What kind of person does that?" His accusation stung, but I knew he had every right to be angry.

Yuta remained calm, his gaze never leaving mine. "Is it true, Y/N? Did you lie to us?" His voice was quiet, but the pain in it was deafening. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for their reaction. "Yes," I whispered, "but I didn't mean to fall in love."

The room fell silent, the weight of my confession hanging in the air. They exchanged glances, the tension thickening like the fog outside. "You what?" Johnny's voice was incredulous, his anger momentarily forgotten in the face of my admission.

Jaehyun was the first to break the silence, his voice a low growl. "How could you?" His handsome features contorted with pain, and I felt a tear slide down my cheek. "I...I didn't mean to. It just happened." The words tumbled out of my mouth, a feeble attempt to explain the chaos in my heart.

Johnny was the next to speak, his voice laced with disappointment. "You didn't just lie to us, Y/N. You played with our hearts." His eyes searched mine, looking for some hint of remorse, some sign that I understood the gravity of what I'd done. But all I could do was nod, my heart feeling as if it was being torn into a million pieces.

And then, in a twist that even I would have never seen coming, Jaehyun's expression softened. "Actually," he began, his voice measured, "We need to tell you something." My eyes widened in shock as the three men exchanged knowing looks. "We've been watching you, Y/N."

Johnny leaned in, his eyes piercing through the mask he was still wearing. "We knew about each other from the start." He paused, allowing the revelation to sink in. "We were curious to see if you could handle the kind of relationship we share." Yuta nodded, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "A polyamorous relationship."

My jaw dropped in disbelief. "What are you saying?"

Jaehyun took a step closer, his hand reaching out to gently cup my cheek. "We knew you had the potential to be our perfect partner, but we needed to know if you could handle all of us." He paused, his thumb tracing my jawline. "And we've been watching you, seeing how you interact with each of us."

Johnny leaned in, his eyes intense. "We wanted to see if you could love us all, without jealousy or reservation." His hand joined Jaehyun's, both of them framing my face. "We set this up as a test, and you've passed it with flying colours."

Yuta stepped closer, his smile widening. "We never meant for you to think we were just using you," he said softly. "We were all falling for you, too, and we wanted to see if you could handle the real us." The room spun around me, the gravity of their confession settling in. I had been living a lie, but so had they.

They had been playing a game, a twisted dance of love and deception. But what they hadn't anticipated was that their hearts would get tangled in the web as well. Jaehyun's hand slid down to my shoulder, his grip firm yet comforting. "We’re sorry for how we were just then, we didn't expect this to happen," he admitted, "but now that it has, we can't ignore it."

Johnny's eyes searched mine, and I could see the truth in them. "We fell for you, Y/N," he said, his voice gruff with emotion. "All three of us. We didn't plan it, but it happened, and we can't deny it anymore."

Yuta took a step closer, his hand resting on my waist. "We wanted to see if you were the one who could complete us, who could love us all." He leaned down, whispering in my ear, "And we love that you did."

For a moment, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. They had all known about each other? This whole time, they had been watching me, testing me? It was insane, but as the shock began to wear off, something else took its place—relief. The guilt I had been carrying around like a heavy burden suddenly lifted.

"But why?" I managed to ask, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief. Jaehyun's hand on my shoulder tightened slightly, a silent apology. "We've been friends for a long time," he began, "and we've all had our share of relationships, but none of them ever felt right. We decided to try something different, to find someone who could understand us and accept us for who we are, that’s why we joined “City Sugar” for a reason."

Johnny leaned in, his eyes boring into mine with a fierce intensity. "When we heard about you and your profile, we thought maybe this is the one, and when we've seen the way you light up when you're with each of us," he said, his thumb tracing my trembling bottom lip, "and we knew there was something special about you." His words were like a balm to my soul, soothing the ragged edges of my emotions.

Yuta took over, his voice a gentle caress. "We didn't intend for it to go this far," he admitted, his gaze never leaving mine, "but we couldn't resist falling for you." He leaned closer, his warm breath tickling my ear. "And we know you feel the same way."

The revelation was like a punch to the gut, knocking the wind out of me. They had been watching me, testing me, all along? I felt a mix of anger and betrayal, but also a strange sense of relief. If they had all fallen for me, maybe this love square wasn't so one-sided after all.

"So, what now?" I choked out, trying to keep my emotions in check. The three men looked at each other, a silent conversation passing between them. Jaehyun spoke up, "Now, we talk." He gestured for us to sit down, and we all took our seats around a small, round table. "We know this isn't conventional, but we believe in us in what we could have together."

Johnny leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving mine. "We know this is a lot to take in," he said, his voice gentle. "But we've been together for years, and we've never found someone who could handle our lifestyle, until you." The weight of his words hit me like a ton of bricks. They had been together? They had been watching me, using me as some sort of... love experiment?

Yuta took over, his hands resting on the table, palms up in a gesture of openness. "We never meant to hurt you, Y/N," he said earnestly. "But we had to know if you could handle the reality of us, if you could love all three of us without reservation."

The revelation was like a puzzle piece snapping into place, and suddenly, everything made sense. The way they had all been so attentive, so caring, yet never truly possessive. The way they had always encouraged me to explore my interests and pursue my career, never demanding more than I was willing to give. It had all been a test, a way for them to gauge my feelings without scaring me away.

But the anger remained, burning just beneath the surface. "How could you?" I demanded, my voice shaking with emotion. "How could you play with my feelings like that; I was about to break down there due to what was going on and happening?"

Jaehyun took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving mine. "We're sorry," he began, his sincerity evident in every syllable. "We didn't mean to hurt you, but we had to know if you were the one for us." His hand reached out to cover mine, and I felt the warmth of his touch seep into my cold, trembling fingers. "We know it's a lot to take in," he continued, "but we truly believe that we can make this work."

Johnny leaned forward, his elbows on the table. "We've been together for a long time," he said, his eyes dark with emotion. "We've shared everything—our successes, our failures, and our love. But we've always felt like something was missing." He paused, looking at Jaehyun and Yuta. "And then we met you."

Yuta nodded, his voice filled with a softness I had never heard before. "We didn't plan to fall for you, but it just happened. And we can't ignore what we're feeling anymore." He took my other hand, his thumb gently caressing the back of it. "We want to be honest with you, Y/N. We want to see if you could be the one to complete us."

Johnny leaned in, his eyes searching my face, looking for any sign of what I was feeling. "We know it's a lot to take in," he murmured, "but we've been waiting for someone like you for a long time." His hand slid up my arm, sending a shiver down my spine. "We want to offer you a chance to be part of our lives, all three of us."

My mind raced as I tried to process their confession. A polyamorous relationship? With all three of them? The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating. But as I sat there, surrounded by their warmth and sincerity, the anger began to dissipate, making room for a glimmer of hope. Could this be real? Could I truly have a future with all three of them?

They watched me, their expressions a mix of hope and apprehension. I took a deep breath and looked at each of them in turn. Jaehyun, the steady producer whose ambition matched my own; Johnny, the charismatic club owner whose charm had me at hello; and Yuta, the mysterious rockstar whose intensity was as captivating as his music. They were all so different, yet here they were, united in their love for me.

The masquerade ball was a whirlwind of emotions, a cacophony and colour that had left me feeling both elated and overwhelmed. The room spun around me as the weight of their confession sank in. They had been watching me, testing me, all along. The very thought was both exhilarating and terrifying, a heady cocktail of love and deception that had my heart racing.

"So," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, "you've all been... together?" Jaehyun nodded solemnly, his thumb continuing to trace gentle circles on the back of my hand. "Yes," he said, "but we've always known something was missing. And then you came along."

Johnny leaned closer, his eyes burning into mine with a passion that sent a jolt through my body. "We never meant to deceive you, Y/N," he said, his voice thick with regret. "We just had to know if you were the one who could complete us." His hand slid up my arm, sending shivers down my spine. "We've been watching you, seeing how you handle each of us, seeing if you could handle us all."

Yuta's thumb continued to caress the back of my hand, his gaze never leaving mine. "We didn't want to scare you off," he said gently. "But we had to know if you were the one who could love us all, without reservation." His words were a soothing balm to my bruised ego.

Johnny leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving mine. "We knew you were special," he said, his voice filled with a mix of apology and excitement. "But we had to be sure. And now that we know..." His voice trailed off, leaving the unspoken question hanging in the air.

I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks as I took in their words. It was as if the entire foundation of my world had shifted. The anger I had felt moments ago was replaced by a swirl of confusion and hope. Could it be that these three men, who had captured my heart in such different ways, had been planning this all along?

Jaehyun leaned in closer, his eyes searching mine. "We never meant to hurt you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "We just had to know if you were the one we've been searching for, the one who could love us all without jealousy or restraint." Johnny's hand tightened on my arm, his gaze intense. "We've shared everything," he said, "and we've never felt complete until now."

With a deep breath, I looked at each of them in turn. "Okay," I finally said, my voice shaking slightly. "I'll... I'll try." The words were a leap of faith, a plunge into the unknown, but I knew that I couldn't ignore the feelings I had for each of them. It was a bold move, one that sent a thrill of excitement and terror through her veins.

The three men looked at each other, their expressions a mix of relief and excitement. Jaehyun was the first to move, pulling her into a gentle embrace. "Thank you," he whispered into my hair. "Thank you for giving us a chance." His warmth enveloped me, and I felt a knot in my stomach loosen.

Johnny was next, his arms wrapping around my waist from behind. "You have no idea how much this means to us," he murmured against my neck, his breath hot and tickling my skin. His touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I leaned back into his embrace, feeling the solidness of his chest against my back.

Yuta, ever the charmer, waited until I turned to face him before pulling me into his arms. His kiss was soft yet firm, a promise of what was to come. "We'll take it slow," he whispered, his eyes full of reassurance. "We'll figure it out together." His hand rested on the small of my back, pressing me closer as our kiss grew deeper.

Their embrace was a silent declaration, a promise that we would navigate these uncharted waters as a team. They had all admitted to loving me, and I had agreed to give it a try. But the reality of a polyamorous relationship was more complex than the romanticised fantasy I had once read about. There would be jealousy, misunderstandings, and moments of doubt. But as I looked into the eyes of my three men, I knew that the love and passion I felt for each of them was worth the risk.

Or at least that's what I thought...

Yes, it is official, I am officially back after a long time of being away and on hiatus for a bit due to personal issues and especially writer's block. But I am slowly coming back, and it is going to be a big one, hopefully. In case anyone didn't know, this was a story that went further back in 2022 and was originally a different story with "4" members but unfortunately had to be heavily rewritten due to unfortunate circumstances which was definitely not in my bingo wheel of being a writer, but it honestly make me work harder and to make sure that this story of mine is worth it and unique enough. I am honestly happy with my story since it was on the drafting shelf for 3 years at this point, and it is now finally seeing the light. And if you guys like this so much with it ending on a cliffhanger, I would happily do a sequel where you can actually make your own choices and see your own ending. But that is currently being written as of now, so please be patient with me there. But I hope you guys enjoy this story, and thank you guys so much for all of the support you guys have and are about to give to me so make sure to like, reblog and leave a comment/request down below or in my inbox and also don't forget to check out my other profiles such as @tati-the-editor which is my new main profile that is non-kpop related and @violet-n-butterflies which is my other story profile that is also non-kpop related. And I will talk to you guys or see you guys later...peace...

[jamie-is-out-of-ideas]

I do have interest in engaging in media. What I’m talking about is oppressors who *kill* the people the oppress. I am a lesbian and when my youth pastor found out she outed me to two of my friends and told them I was going to hell. My little sister gets called racial slurs at school. I don’t know where you formed this idea about me but I don’t like what is portrayed in Arcane season 2 because if forgets that in the first season we saw how the system always abused people from the undercity, Vi’s parents were killed and she was beaten and abused in prison for seven years.

I’m a POC who is disabled (audhd, tics disorder, epilepsy) a lesbian, and gender fluid. I’m a minority in many aspects. Do you know how many people would look at me and think my life means nothing? They would be okay with me dying because of things I can’t control. you’d think you’d be able to understand my anger considering you’re a minority too. But you don’t even bother to think about that. You just call me ignorant and think my opinion is meaningless because I’m young.

The idea that change has to come from teaming up with your oppressor to fight a different oppressor makes you sound so ignorant. Do you understand that so many oppressed people right now are being killed? Being viewed as less than human, as aliens? Piltover is an authoritarian force, just because Noxus is ‘worse’ doesn’t negate the horrible horrible things that Piltover has done to the undercity. I don’t want to have to reach out to people who view me as less than human and have to try and convince them that I matter and that im not the spawn on Satan.

Were you asleep during 2020? Do you not know what’s going on in places like the United Sates with Ice, do you not know about Sudan, or Palestine? Do you not know the history of basically every country in the world band how today’s society is all created by colonialism (oppression)?

why am I expected to forgive people who mean me and my family harm? America right now IS being run by a ‘real facist ’ it’s crazy you think that because one facist wants to conquer another facist that one is real and the other isn’t? In your books I fucking guess.

is it and ego thing for racial minorities in American to not want to be deported by ICE? Is it an ego thing for people wanting to fight back against cops when innocent people getting killed for their race? Are you saying rebelling against being killed is an ego thing??

btw Caitlyn is a dictator, she put Zaun under martial law, had people mass imprisoned, gassed civilians, called Zaunties “animals”. The gassing was done before she ever spoke to Ambessa. Idc about the sneak attack it’s bullshit. She gassed civilians. Get that through your head.

I’m not comfortable in an isolated box. All I want is for people like me to live happily and unapologetically as their authentic selves. But people in the world are keeping them from doing that. They don’t value the lives or people like me. What “common enemy” are we supposed to fight against in the real world? Genuinely what do you want us to do? What do you think we’re supposed to do? We don’t have a common enemy here. People are dying at the hands of their oppressors and they don’t have the opportunity for that “enemy of my enemy is my friend” shit. They’re just trying to survive, they just want to live as themselves but so many people just don’t want them to be happy for some fucking reason.

this isn’t about your Christian neighbors. This is about oppressive governments and police forces. I don’t understand how you didn’t get what I was saying.

I am so mad that Gert died in an enforcer uniform, she barely got to speak, and she seemed to be a plot device for other characters.

Arcane writers try to care about their black characters challenge (level: IMPOSSIBLE)

Rip Gert, I'll be spiteful on your behalf forever

[sun-marie]

The amount of detail given to random, easily missable NPCs in this game on the off-chance that the player we'll Scrutinize them is so impressive

[sail-not-drift]

"I did not then, nor will I now, discuss the career of Dr. Cook in his later days. I am wholly unfamiliar with the facts which led to his imprisonment, and I have no desire to know them or have an opinion regarding them. Even had I known that he had been guilty of baser crimes than those with which he was charged, I would still have felt my duty and my inclination to be the same. Whatever Cook may have done, the Cook who did them was not the Dr. Cook I knew as a young man, the soul of honour and kindness, lion-hearted in courage." - Roald Amundsen, My Life As An Explorer (1927)

Graphic text from Not Easily Conquered by dropdeaddream and WhatAreFears. Photo citations in alt text.

[free-luigi-mangione]

I have a lot of older conservative relatives, most of them are surprisingly sympathetic towards Luigi (though a lot of it has to do with him being a handsome white man, rather than any appreciation for his supposed bravery.)

They’ve suffered decades of denied claims, and have lived long enough to realise that there is no peaceful way to fight back at the system. Regular people have no legal recourse to seek justice when we’re screwed over. Most of us are one medical emergency away from bankruptcy. The American healthcare system is so skewed, so evil, I don’t quite know how to express it to someone who hasn’t experienced it first-hand.

And yet, “murder is bad” is so deeply ingrained in them that they think he deserves some sort of punishment. They don’t want him to go away for life, but they’re also too stupid to realise that the chance to “reasonably” punish him ended back in December. He needs us Americans to disregard the evidence shown to us in court, to display some collective moral intelligence for once, to do the right thing even when it’s the antithesis of the law. We have to vote Not Guilty even if they show is a goddamn Livestream of Luigi doing it.

Unfortunately Americans as a collective voted for this disaster. And the disaster is much bigger than what’s happening to Luigi. Look at the state of the country. I’ve been asking every older conservative I know, and they genuinely want him to “do a few years” not realising that few years is not an option. They simply cannot justify letting a killer walk free, no matter how justified the crime. These idiots don’t understand how it works. They don’t know that it’s all or nothing. If we don’t save him, he’s going to meet a fate much darker than Brian Thompson did.

I will tell you this, the hardcore MAGAs want him to fry. There are people who vote red because they’re genuinely conservative, and there he has some chance, but the ones who vote conservative out of malice? They want him tortured and executed in public. I am scared of those people making it on to his jury. I am counting on Karen’s ability to spot these rotten pigs and get them kicked off…it’s my only hope.

- 💚

i hope americans (and brainwashed white people in general) learn a few things very soon –

non-violence does not work, and sometimes violence is the only answer and it is absolutely right, and

privileged people like them have forgotten this lesson because people of colour have suffered at their hands and have ingrained that lesson in their blood while they looked away and this included people losing their life to the death penalty too.

(click on the underlined portions, they're linked to posts that are relevant to what i mentioned)

also I know you said it is very hard to make those people sympathise with Luigi and they're really very idiotic but maybe trying to make them understand would help?? by telling them exactly what is at stake?? surely they're not rooting for a person like Luigi to be killed by the death penalty or to be deprived of every shred of life in LWOP?? maybe reasoning with them would help?? i don't know if it would but i genuinely hope it does.

i've had basically this exact conversation a few times and there are more asks currently waiting in my inbox talking about this, and i think Luigi's only hope of walking lies in KFA's capability of enforcing voir dire to make sure that he gets a female majority jury, with most people being people of colour. i cannot frankly see any hope otherwise.

[morgan-the-lonely-brick]

"WW2 AU!!!!!"

My relatives died in there

[ask-ozai]

dude, stop being so weird with my mom, i mean Michi. ugh

You would also feel an ounce of respect for one of the few people who knew from the beginning that I was the future of the nation and not Iroh, even when Iroh was the crown prince and heir to the throne. In addition to having impeccable efficiency and years of unquestionable loyalty that I very wisely took care of nurturing when I got her an advantageous marriage to lift her family out of poverty. Why do you think I put her in charge of New Ozai? It wasn't precisely because of Ukano's smart conversations. Agni gives bread to some and soup to others. And for some, their soups are more interested in peasants named Ikea than their rightful husbands

If Zuko had any braincells (at all) he would have made sure to keep Michi close to him to listen to her advice and learn from her experience, but this is Zuko we're talking about. And the fact that Michi's daughter dumped him a few weeks after they got back together is not a good sign. Like any young maid with half a brain would do. Michi most likely saw the mess Zuko is making of the country and decided it was time for an early retirement. She's probably with her sister now that she left Ukano. Whatever the situation, Michi never loses.

[livingtv3]

The manic-pixie-teenage brain cannot comprehend

[itchose]

 ❝  oh, finally, there you are! ❞ she's ecstatic, rushing towards @manslaught like they're the best of friends, because to allie, they are. she might have visited her in prison for all the wrong reasons, crafting her own narrative in her head that certainly didn't match mikayla's, but she did genuinely care for her, too. now, being invited to her wedding, it's like a golden ticket for allie. there's no reason for her to ever question what their friendship really is; clearly, she matters to mikayla just as much as mikayla matters to her, and she's ready to make that obvious to everyone she knows.

❝  oh, my god, you're just the most beautiful bride i've ever seen! oh, i mean, your wife, too . . . of course! calliope is a real stunner, huh? ❞ it's totally lost on her that she's mistaken the name of her wife, too focused on shuffling to get her phone out, sticking it up with no warning to pose for a selfie with mikayla. ❝  buzz, buzz! ❞ she cheers as she snaps the photo with mikayla, anxious to spread it on her socials immediately, but for now, she focuses back on mikayla. ❝  really, it was so good to hear from you again. oh, we've just had so many good times, i'm so glad you thought of me. ❞

[avatar-of-the-web]

People's "get off the internet" advisory would be funny if it weren't sad.

[minrathous]

The fact that they don't even return tranquil mages to their families is so..... like it definitely makes me think that they don't inform the mage's family if they've been made tranquil because you can't tell me there aren't a few parents or siblings who would fight to get their relative back now that they were guaranteed to be of no harm to anyone.

There's obviously the free labour reason they don't give them their freedom back but I also think releasing the tranquil who had families to take them would negatively impact the Circle's image. Just like the Circles in general, it's easier to stomach that tranquility is necessary if it's happening out of sight.

However... I also wonder if there would be a push from families for young mages to be made tranquil so they could stay with them and avoid ever entering the circles. What does the average person know about tranquility? If they thought they could cut the magic out of their child and keep them home, wouldn't the average loving andrastian parent jump at that?

[jadenvargen]

free online james baldwin stories, essays, videos, and other resources

**edit

James baldwin online archive with his articles and photo archives.

---NOVELS---

Giovanni's room"When David meets the sensual Giovanni in a bohemian bar, he is swept into a passionate love affair. But his girlfriend's return to Paris destroys everything. Unable to admit to the truth, David pretends the liaison never happened - while Giovanni's life descends into tragedy. This book introduces love's fascinating possibilities and extremities."

Go Tell It On The Mountain"(...)Baldwin's first major work, a semi-autobiographical novel that has established itself as an American classic. With lyrical precision, psychological directness, resonating symbolic power, and a rage that is at once unrelenting and compassionate, Baldwin chronicles a fourteen-year-old boy's discovery of the terms of his identity as the stepson of the minister of a storefront Pentecostal church in Harlem one Saturday in March of 1935. Baldwin's rendering of his protagonist's spiritual, sexual, and moral struggle of self-invention opened new possibilities in the American language and in the way Americans understand themselves."

+bonus: film adaptation on youtube. (if you’re a giancarlo esposito fan, you’ll be delighted to see him in an early preacher role)

Another Country and Going to Meet the Man Another country: "James Baldwin's masterly story of desire, hatred and violence opens with the unforgettable character of Rufus Scott, a scavenging Harlem jazz musician adrift in New York. Self-destructive, bad and brilliant, he draws us into a Bohemian underworld pulsing with heat, music and sex, where desperate and dangerous characters betray, love and test each other to the limit." Going to meet the Man: " collection of eight short stories by American writer James Baldwin. The book, dedicated "for Beauford Delaney", covers many topics related to anti-Black racism in American society, as well as African-American–Jewish relations, childhood, the creative process, criminal justice, drug addiction, family relationships, jazz, lynching, sexuality, and white supremacy."

Just Above My Head"Here, in a monumental saga of love and rage, Baldwin goes back to Harlem, to the church of his groundbreaking novel Go Tell It on the Mountain, to the homosexual passion of Giovanni's Room, and to the political fire that enflames his nonfiction work. Here, too, the story of gospel singer Arthur Hall and his family becomes both a journey into another country of the soul and senses--and a living contemporary history of black struggle in this land."

If Beale Street Could Talk"Told through the eyes of Tish, a nineteen-year-old girl, in love with Fonny, a young sculptor who is the father of her child, Baldwin's story mixes the sweet and the sad. Tish and Fonny have pledged to get married, but Fonny is falsely accused of a terrible crime and imprisoned. Their families set out to clear his name, and as they face an uncertain future, the young lovers experience a kaleidoscope of emotions-affection, despair, and hope. In a love story that evokes the blues, where passion and sadness are inevitably intertwined, Baldwin has created two characters so alive and profoundly realized that they are unforgettably ingrained in the American psyche."

also has a film adaptation by moonlight's barry jenkins

Tell Me How Long the Train's been gone At the height of his theatrical career, the actor Leo Proudhammer is nearly felled by a heart attack. As he hovers between life and death, Baldwin shows the choices that have made him enviably famous and terrifyingly vulnerable. For between Leo's childhood on the streets of Harlem and his arrival into the intoxicating world of the theater lies a wilderness of desire and loss, shame and rage. An adored older brother vanishes into prison. There are love affairs with a white woman and a younger black man, each of whom will make irresistible claims on Leo's loyalty. 

---ESSAYS---

Baldwin essay collection. Including most famously: notes of a native son, nobody knows my name, the fire next time, no name in the street, the devil finds work- baldwin on film

--DOCUMENTARIES--

Take this hammer, a tour of san Francisco.

Meeting the man

--DEBATES:--

Debate with Malcolm x, 1963 ( on integration, the nation of islam, and other topics. )

Debate with William Buckley, 1965. ( historic debate in america. )

Heavily moderated debate with Malcolm x, Charles Eric Lincoln, and Samuel Schyle 1961. (Primarily Malcolm X's debate on behalf of the nation of islam, with Baldwin giving occassional inputs.)

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apart from themes obvious in the book's descriptions, a general heads up for themes of incest and sexual assault throughout his works.

[cursed-peanut]

Before Sukuna was defeated, he hid your identity from history as well as he could. He wanted to make sure his beloved lover was never found by the sorcerers. However, after his death, no one was there to stop you from being found and sealed.

They would have killed you, but the love poetry and letters Sukuna had written to you was proof that you were his only weak point, so you were sealed in the fear that Sukuna could possibly return centuries later and you could be used to calm him as a back up.

Centuries later and the ancient sorcerers were right. The fearful King of Curses was revived and the higher ups of the Jujutsu world wanted Itadori Yuji executed for being his vessel.

However, Gojo Satoru had other plans.

Your prison realm was stored away deep within Jujutsu High, and he knew exactly where you were and how to unseal you.

“Where…am I? Who- who are you?”

“You are currently at Jujutsu High, a school that trains young sorcerers for the world ahead of them. And I am Gojo Satoru, a teacher here at Jujutsu High and the strongest sorcerer of the modern age. But don’t worry, I didn’t unseal you to hurt you.”

“What did you unseal me for then?” You have no clue what he’s talking about. You’ve been stuck in a cube for what felt like — and was — many many centuries. And this strange man with white hair and a blindfold is telling you about things you barely understand. Your head is spinning.

“I wanted to reunite you with someone.” The man turns around, waiting for you to follow. “Are you coming?”

“How do I know you won’t kill me?” You say shakily, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. You’re so unbelievably scared.

“I won’t. I just want to bring you to someone you know. Someone you love. Sound good?” He finally turns to face you again. Even though he’s blindfolded, it’s like he can see you shaking on the floor.

You wearily bring yourself to your feet and purse your lips. “…okay.”

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Gojo: Hey, Yuji. I’m with someone

I’d like you to meet. Meet me at

the training field in 20 mins.

Yuji: Okay! See you soon Sensei.

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The walk to the training field felt long but also fascinating. Everything around you was so new! How long had you been in that cube? You’re pulled from your wonder when you see someone sitting on a step by the field. His fluffy pink hair reminds you so much of Sukuna it makes your heart break. You miss him so much. Perhaps Gojo has taken you to meet his descendant?

“Ah, Sensei! Who did you want me to meet?”

“Hello Yuji! I wanted to introduce you to someone very important. Say hello to L/N Y/N!”

“Oh, hello Mx. L/N! I’m Itadori Yuji.” He gives you a bright smile and a firm handshake.

“Hello…” There’s a beat of silence before Itadori turns to his teacher.

“So, why’d you want me to meet this person?-“

“How is Sukuna right now?” You perk up at this. Did he just say Sukuna? Was this kid Sukuna? No, definitely not. Then what…

“Huh? Well, he’s completely slient for once. It’s actually quite refreshing to not have his constant nagging- why’d you ask?” Suddenly an eye and a mouth apear under Itadori’s left eye.

“Y/N…”

“Huh- hey!” Itadori slaps his cheek to stop Sukuna from freaking you out.

“It’s okay, Yuji. Let it happen.”

“But-“

“Sukuna?” Itadori’s confusion intensifies when he sees you tearing up. Not out of sadness, but rather happiness and confusion. Just who are you?

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[b3ach-bunn7]

C U GIRL

Bakugo loves his girlfriend

based off this texpost and @laffythefaffy request!

slight nsfw, fluff, prohero!bakugo

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Bakugo didn’t believe in relationships.

Romantic ones, at least. Platonic ones he’d been convinced of, after the relentless nature of his classmates, but Bakugo could safely say that, at the age of twenty five, he had never been in love.

It didn’t depress him. He’d had experiences. He’d kissed and he’d fucked, and it felt good, and still he’d never had a girlfriend. His childhood was a mess of war and pain and death, and so there was no time for it then. And now, his days are filled with patrolling and missions and he doesn’t really have time for it either. Where is he supposed to meet one, anyway? The only time he goes out is when he gets dragged to the annoying 1-A meet-ups at the bar in Nagoya that are always far too loud for his liking. And Bakugo would rather keel over and die before he tried to flirt with someone in front of Denki.

But Bakugo was happy with his life. Content. Enough as a busy hero could be.

And then he met you.

He’d been patrolling that day. Quite possibly the worst part of his job. It’s more for publicity than safety, he thinks. Civilians like seeing a hero walking around and cruising the streets. It makes them feel protected and it makes his agency look good for looking out for the public. All it means for him though, is way too many people asking for interviews and pictures and the waste of a day at work.

And then he’d heard it. A loud crash and screams that echoed down the street and the sudden rush of civilians from the bookshop a small ways away. They scattered like ants and Bakugo pushed through them, breaking into a run.

Something, or someone, had crashed through the front door, glass scattered in sharp jagged pieces on the floor. That seemed to have been the extent of the damage. He ignores the clammer of a crowd behind him and steps inside, eyes scanning the shop for the source of the destruction. And he assumed the poorly dressed man standing in the middle of the place was the cause. It looked like a home-made costume that reminded him of Deku’s first ever costume, and the man wearing it looked just as weak as he had.

Bakugo sighed internally. They get a couple of guys like this every so often. People with too big dreams of fame or villainy or both, and a flashy enough quirk that they think some damage will get their name plastered on the six o’clock news. More often than not, it ends with Bakugo nearly blowing up their face and the next few years in prison.

Balugo kicked a fallen book. The man caught sight of him and stood straighter. It might have been a show of strength but Bakugo saw his hands quiver as he pointed them at the crying civilian next to him.

“Not a step closer, Dynamight! Or I’ll blow her brains out!” He yelled.

Considering the damage to the door and the way he’s wielding his hands like the weapon, Bakugo assumed this was a quirk attack. His eyes darted around to assess the situation. Other than fallen bookcases and the dust of a broken wall, there wasn’t too much damage. The place was pretty small anyway. There were four people in the room, including the villain, and judging by the fact they’re all on their feet he didn’t think they were injured. Even the one being held hostage looks fine, other than the flurry of tears falling down her face. She looks young, and Bakugo scowls.

“Let her go and I won’t have to blow your fucking hands off.” Bakugo demanded.

“No! I-I make the rules here!” It was sad, really. The kid was practically shivering. Definitely not villain material. 

Before Bakugo could do anything, like explode the sad fucker into the nearest juvenile detention centre, there’s a loud thud, and the man crumpled to the floor. Confusion flitted across his face and then he looked up and saw you. 

You, hobbling forward on one ankle, a hard-back dictionary in your hand, breathing heavily. Your clothes were wrinkled and your face flushed, chest heaving as you looked down at the man in front of you. The dictionary dropped to the floor and you cursed.

“Fuck. Did I kill him?” You mumbled, nudging his shoulder with your good foot.

You hadn’t killed him. Just knocked him out, he found after pressing his fingers against the man’s neck. He clicked on a pair of quirk cancelling cuffs and handed him off to the police, who had just arrived. He watched as they started talking to the other victims and he turned his attention to you.

“That was real fucking stupid. Don’t ever get involved in a fight like that.” He snapped.

You pouted. “I got him, though.”

Red eyes flicked down. You were looking worriedly at your ankle, hands holding you up on the counter beside you. He studied your face, the small crease of worry between your eyebrows. You suddenly glanced up at him. You gave him a small smile and he shook his head.

He crouched down, beckoning you with his hand. “Idiot. Show me your ankle.” 

You held your foot up gingerly, and Bakugo pressed his fingers against your bone, touching lighter when you wince slightly. Behind him, he could hear the commotion of paramedics checking on the other civilians, the blare of sirens from outside. Your fingers drum against the counter you're leaning on.

“Don’t think it’s broken. Just fractured.” He said, standing up again.

He saw you squeezing your wrist, stretching it out and wiggling your fingers. He nodded, gesturing at his own wrist.

“You fuck that up too?”

You laughed slightly. “No, I- I think I just hurt it when I smacked him with that book.” You shook it once. “I’ll be fine, though.”

“You got him good though. Nice swing.” 

The little comment surprised even him, and you laughed, out of shock more than anything else, and he allowed a small smile to ghost his own face. 

“Thanks. Your agency need any extra hands?” You teased and he rolled his eyes.

“Not one as dumb as you.” He drawled and you just grinned back.

He watched you glance behind you at the paramedics and back down at your ankle. You winced, pushing yourself up so that you could start the walk towards them, but he waved you off.

“Hold on.”

In one swift motion, his hands came up under your thighs, the other sweeping behind your back, and he lifted you up with ease. You made a sound of surprise in the back of your throat. Your hands wrapped around his neck and your body was warm against his.

“I’ll get you to the paramedics. They’ll fix you up.” He said.

And you were close enough that when you replied, a soft okay, he felt it rumble against his chest, could feel your fingers curl against the small of his neck. He felt an odd sensation in the pit of his stomach at your proximity. Not one he’s used to when he’s saving civilians.

He held you tighter as he bent over the door frame, making the disappointingly short journey to the bank of the closest open ambulance. A smiling woman came over and listened as Bakugo relayed your injuries, and you watched in keen interest as she used some healing quirk over your ankle.

Bakugo could’ve left. He should’ve left. He isn’t the type to sit and check up on the victims, he’d usually be back carrying on patrol, but. Bakugo lingered. He watched as the paramedic told you to take it easy for the next few days, and you beamed that smile at her he itched for you to aim at him. She wrapped a bandage around your ankle and you thanked her. And once the paramedic left, and your attention was back on him, he could appreciate you a little more. Outside, in the bright summer sun, your eyes shone, your skin glistening in the light as you rolled your ankle around.

“God. It must be nice to have a quirk that can just fix someone up like that.” You hummed. 

“You don’t got a quirk?” He asked and you shook your head.

“Nah. Don’t really need one when you’re running a book store, though.” 

Bakugo crossed his arms over his chest. He hoped you saw the bulge of his biceps that he definitely wasn’t trying to show off. “Right. You be more fucking careful next time.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Me? You’re the one who needed rescuing, if my dictionary wielding is anything to go by.”

He barked a laugh. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah. But don’t worry. I’ll forgive you once you help me fix the store.” 

It was Bakugo’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “And who said I’m fucking doing that?” 

You didn’t bristle at his tone. Just flash those pearly whites up at him. “I’m going to have to send my workers home after that fiasco, so. I’d like an extra pair of hands. And I’d hope one of Japan's top Pro heroes would help a book owner in need.”

He rolled his eyes. “Suck up.”

But he did come back. After his shift was over, he stalked his way over the streets he’d just been patrolling and he helped you organise your shelves once more. It was unprofessional. There was probably some code or some rule in the Hero conduct that stated you definitely were not allowed to meet up with civilians you just saved and flirt with them as you alphabetised stacks of books and lifted heavy shelves.

But he did it anyway.

And then he started appearing at the shop more. It was on his patrol route, after all. And he was looking to start reading more as well. And the door to your office is rickety, and he knew how to fix that, so he had to come by again. 

And then he asked you to dinner one day and everything sort of went up from there.

So now he has a girlfriend. And a fiance soon, if things go well next week. And now that Bakugo has it, a person he can call his, he doesn’t know how he lived without it for so long. 

Bakugo doesn’t know how he spent so many years sleeping alone, when now he wakes up and his legs are tangled between yours and your head rests on his chest. You trace the scars that litter his body so gently, gentler than anyone has ever handled him. You know how to match Bakugo’s temper, but better how to calm him down when his flares too much. But it’s more than that. It’s the little things. You always make him lunch for work because you know how busy he gets, and you always leave his towel at the top of the pile because you know he gets up before you. Such small noncommittal things that make all the difference in the world because it shows that you care.

It makes him regret. He wishes he’d given these things a chance when he was younger. But he doesn’t need to think about that because he has you now. It also makes him appreciate patrolling a little more but nobody could beat that information out of him if they tried.

Bakugo sighs. The TV blares a movie he’s not paying attention to. He’d clicked the first thing that had come up in Netflix, some horror movie with an awfully predictable plot. He’s more focused on his phone, more precisely the clock, which tells him you’ll be home in about five minutes. 

Bakugo loves his days off. Any hero does. They are so far and few between that he has no choice but to enjoy them, the few days a month where he can do nothing and not worry about the fate of Japan for one day. What he likes most, though, is that he gets to see you. Before, days off consisted of sitting in his apartment alone or being dragged out to whatever activity Mina had organised for the day. Even then, the odds of them all being off was slim, and so he usually ended up doing the former. He didn’t mind it. Bakugo caught up on his hobbies, tried new recipes. The only perk is now, he gets to do it with you.

And like a miracle, he hears the jingle of your keys in the lock, and he can feel the tension in his shoulders drop. 

The door swings open and you walk in, calling out to let him know you’re home. He leans his head back on the couch until he can see you, and you grin up at him. You’re wearing an old pair of jeans and one of his hoodies, and you hang up your jacket, sighing heavily.

“Why was the store so busy? It’s Sunday.” You grumble, walking to the kitchen to drop off bags of groceries.

“Idiots like you who left their chores until the last minute.” He says, and you stick your tongue out at him.

“Shut it. I nearly beat up this old lady in the fruit section. Trying to take my watermelon.” You mumble under your breath.

You slip off the hoodie, grabbing the t-shirt you’d left on the couch. You weren’t wearing anything underneath, and Bakugo got a beautiful eyeful right before you slip it on.

“Uh huh. You sure you need that shirt?” 

He tilts his head and you smile, pulling out the claw clip holding up your hair and scratching your scalp. You slip off your jeans, throwing them on the floor, and shuffle your way over to him.

“Yes. I’m cold.”

“I’ll warm you up.” 

You snort. You clamber onto his lap and Bakugo sits back, hands smoothing over your thighs as you lean your head on his shoulder. You smell like your sweet perfume and outside, and Bakugo lets a hand run up your back and into your hair.

“That’s cheesy. I could wear more layers.” You ponder and he tuts, hands moving down to slip beneath your shirt. 

It’s baggy and oversized, and covers far too much if you ask him. His hands are warm against your cool skin, and his fingers dance against your hips and up, past your waist and to your chest. You sit up, smile curving your lips and your own hands settle on his shoulders.

“So handsy. I was trying to tell you about my day, Suki.” You pout and he reaches up and kisses you.

“Go ahead. M’listening.” He nods, kissing your cheek and your jaw and down your neck.

Bakugo is selfish. He’s self-aware enough to admit that. He’s selfish with his work, the way he fought his way to the top, and still does. He’d improved on it in his growing age but he finds that when you’re involved he doesn’t give a shit. He wants every part of your, every breath, every noise that comes out of that pretty little mouth of yours.

“So, of course I tried to be nice. I’m no animal.” 

He’s not paying as much attention as he should be. In his defence, it’s been far too long since he’s gotten a chance to be with you. He’s been far to busy, and the small hours you meet in bed before you both drift off into sleep is not enough. 

“Stop being nice. It’s your biggest weakness.” He raises an eyebrow.

You flick him squarely in the forehead and he scowls. “Ow.” 

“You need to start being nice, Mr Pro hero. But anyway, she started like, trying to tug it out my hands! And you know what old people are like. So entitled.”

Bakugo nods. You feel great under his hands but. He wants something more. 

“And so now I’m in this fruit aisle sort of shouting a little because I had the watermelon first, and- Katsuki, get out of my shirt!” You laugh as Bakugo slips his head beneath, kissing his way up your stomach.

“That’s- Your hair, it tickles.” You try to push him out but he groans.

“Piss off. Keep talking. Did you kick her ass?”

You sigh. “I- Okay, wait.” 

You quickly pull your shirt off. “Is this better?”

Bakugo grins, lazy and sharp. “Much.” 

Your hand reaches up and cards through his hair. He mumbles into your skin for you to continue, and kisses his way up to your chest.

“And this employee comes over. And he started trying to diffuse the tension, but then he started defending her! And saying I should ‘respect my elders’.” You huff.

Bakugo nods. He kisses across the valley of your breast, the soft skin that presses against the stubble of his jaw. 

“You want me to beat him up?” 

“Hm. I don’t think it will look good on your agency if you beat up Whole food workers.” You sigh.

Bakugo sucks a nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing against it. You make a noise in the back of your throat. 

“And. And then I got kind of fed up. The employee had a really annoying voice.” 

Your eyes flutter shut a little when he moves to the other one. His hand comes up to grab the breast his mouth isn’t working on and you sigh.

“He. So I just gave her the watermelon. Cause it wasn’t really that serious.”

Bakugo nods. He lets go, breath cooling the air around your nipple and he glances up at you.

“You should’ve called me. I’d have blown that old hag to the nearest nursery home.” 

You giggle and he grins. His hand presses into the small of your back and pushes you closer. He diverts his attention from your tits and kisses you softly instead. At least it’s soft at first. But then you whine ever so slightly into his mouth and it’s all over after that. His lips almost devour yours, and he can feel your face heat as he nips at your bottom lip, tongue darting out to tangle against your own. Bakugo drags you closer but you huff. Your hand running through his hair pulls his head back and Bakugo frowns.

“The fuck?”

“How is it fair that I’m sitting in my underwear and you’re fully dressed?” 

“I was waiting for you to finish your story first.”

You smile warmly. Bakugo doesn’t know of anyone else who looks at him with so much love. You grab his face and squish his cheeks together.

“You’re so cute.” You coo.

“Shut up.”

“Okay, you made me too horny to finish my story. It was a stupid one, anyway. Can we go fuck now?”

“Yes. Definitely.”

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bakugo kiss challenge go kiss me NOEOWWWW

ive been sooo lazy to write recently.. this took me ages to write and it's nnot even that long.. but i hope u all enjoy!

[temporarytemporal]

cling to me

I know I said I was going to distance myself from this piece of media because of all of its terrible connections, but these two characters seem to have taken root in a permanent place in my heart, and I can't let them go.

Anyway, here's some character design notes below the cut for the one person out there who's obsessed with these characters as much as me.

Early DSMP: the era of childhood innocence

Bandanas: They sport each other’s bandana’s (they’re hidden in the design for every era). I love character designs with complementary colors (and I love how red and green are also cranboo’s colors)

Disks: Early on, cat and mellohi represent the peaceful moments ctommy shared with his favorite people, but they went on to be a symbol of victory and independence from the people who have hurt him.

Flowers: Ctubbo collects flowers and tries to memorize the meanings and symbolism tied to each type of flower. He also collects them for his bees.

L’manberg: the era where children became soldiers

Horns: Ctubbo’s horns start to grow in here.

Pogtopia: the era of an exile and a secretary of state / spy

You can tell I joined the fandom at the end of this era because I don’t have many notes here or for the l’manberg era.

Exile: the era of an exile once again and and a president too young

Hair: Ctommy’s hair starts to grow longer as he neglects taking care of himself.

Clothes: Ctommy’s clothes are tattered; one shoe is destroyed and he took to wearing cw-lbur’s (f-ck ccw-lbur btw!!) trench coat.

Bandages: Ctubbo’s wrapped in bandages from his recently earned firework burns. He’s gone blind in his right eye, and he’s missing the ring and pinkie finger on his right hand.

Compasses: They share their matching ‘your tommy’ and ‘your tubbo’ compasses

Hog Hunt: the era where one sought to kill the blood god while the other sought refuge there

Stolen goods: Ctommy’s has his antarctic empire outfit plus all the goods he stole from ctechno like the turtle helmet, golden apples, and the axe of peace.

Bedrock: Ctommy wears his counterpart piece matching techno’s from his ear.

Prosthetic: Ctommy’s right foot had to be amputated after he loses it to frostbite in the trek to cemeraldduo’s cabin. Ctechno gives him a simple prosthetic.

Disc Finale: the era of mended relationships and a final stand

Headband: Ctommy begins to wear a devil headband to fit in more, as he’s one of the few humans on the server. The devil horns were chosen to resemble ceryn’s real ones.

Patchwork: Ctommy learns to sew, and he fixes his tattered clothes from exile.

Post Revival:

Devil horns: Ctommy’s devil horns (plus a tail) become real after revival, and he gets a white streak in his hair.

Prime cross: The bad things that have happened to them both that they survived strengthen ctommy’s faith in prime, whereas they weaken ctubbo’s faith.

Sweater: Ctommy makes himself a sweater from friend’s wool.

Mechanical inventions: Ctubbo pursues his passion for engineering more as he makes mechanical bee drones and studies nuclear physics. He also makes himself prosthetic fingers, and he upgrades ctommy’s prosthetic foot.

Marriage ring: Ctubbo marries cranboo platonically and wears the ring on his horn. He also founds snowchester so he can have a place to protect his loved ones and raise his son. He grows out his hair to avoid eye contact for cranboo and to cover his scars.

Body type: Ctubbo gets chubbier and gains some muscle as he gets a bit happier in life.

Post DSMP:

The prison break and everything after it never happened. These are my OCs, and I make the rules because every actor/writer who played a part in their creation either abandoned them or turned out to be a terrible person. Cbenchtrio live happily ever after and begin their journey of healing while cdream rots in prison forever.