#sometimes the match up doesn't mean that one ends up in the others stomach.

[askbloatedbellyblog]

Been stumbling over your Aomine pred writing again because I got in the mood… any chance that the 2 parter where he ate Wakamatsu gets a final addition with breakfast in bed? Sakurai‘s a good cook, but I bet he‘s tasty, too… >:P

First off, I guess this is a good reminder that I need to port over some of these fics over to AO3 as well.

Second, no that wouldn't happen because Sakurai is off the menu.

In my opinion, Aomine needs a target. He teases Sakurai and gets to have banter with him and it's very easy to ship them (which I'm on board with for one). Sakurai gives him food and enjoys the results, Aomine gets food and shows off the results. In a lot of ways I think Sakurai actually enjoys the teasing and feeding Aomine directly or indirectly. And Aomine, if he ate Sakurai, he'd lose a partner and target and no longer have fun. He's already bored, why would he get rid of a source of fun? They are a pair that feeds off that antagonism and feed off of each others worst instincts.

Aomine may eat a lot but he needs Sakurai as much as Sakurai needs him. Now may Aomine be fed more or have an addition to Wakamatsu or would he do it to shock Sakurai and enjoy his reaction? Absolutely. Would he eat Sakurai? No.

[aimedis]

milo & sweetheart headcanons 🐺🫥

"i'm ever at your service, baby.."

milo definitely gives sweetheart princess treatment (gender neutral)

milo likes resting his head on sweetheart’s stomach in between their legs

they're the only ones who can reign each other in from being the assholes they are

when sweetheart is overheated, they get really mean and milo has to apologize to everyone for them

in general, sweetheart's attitude to everyone they're close to is just mean. they get mad pissy with milo too but he gives them shit back

they're the takes himself too seriously x doesn't take themself seriously trope

they wear each other’s clothes all the time and have the audacity to get mad at the other for it

“is that mine? take it off.” "whose hoodie is that, huh?" "..." "exactly"

they play fight so often it's not even funny, even around other people

sometimes sweetheart tells milo “don’t touch me i have a mate” when he tries to kiss them. milo threatens to beat him (the mate) up 

sweetheart calls milo "aggro's handsome dad"

they both speak spanish fairly fluently and they use it whenever they're arguing in front of others or talking shit about people

sweetheart is kind of the therapist friend and tries to be the support system for all of their loved ones even if it burns them out. milo is their support system for when it gets to be too much

milo worries about sweetheart constantly over-working and burning themself out but he knows he can't stop them. so he just remains as the person they can fall back on when they can't do it anymore

they have fake arguments about literally nothing for fun

when sweetheart got to take milo home after the inversion, they kept their hand on his chest as often as possible to remind themself that he was still alive

they will argue about literally everything and anything

it only gets super bad when they're both stressed out and only then does it make them say things they don't really mean. but they're both pretty good at accepting blame and communicating afterwards

arguments always end in cuddles and movie nights with warm blankets

there was a time when an argument was entirely milo's fault and he refused to apologize so sweetheart put him on a physical contact ban. no touching, kissing, hugging, cuddling, hair ruffles, no nothing for a whole two days

milo was so distraught after he got home on the second day and they were practically ignoring him so he started compulsively apologizing

sweetheart made him beg for forgiveness on his knees for 10 minutes before they let him touch them again

darlin flirts with sweetheart sometimes and it makes milo crazy jealous

sweetheart is constantly looking at and touching milo's chest

milo slaps sweetheart's ass every chance he gets

they're insanely competitive with each other and milo's a sore loser (“…milo I don’t know what you want me say cause if I say anything it feels like I’m gloating” “because you’re a cheater!”)

milo always has an arm around sweetheart's shoulder/on the back of their chair

their song is ho hey by the lumineers

milo gets really cold on the summer solstice and sweetheart gets really hot. milo clings onto sweetheart the whole day and sweetheart let’s him no matter how sweaty and agitated they are

sweetheart and milo make playlists together as quality time (they 88 playlists with extremely specific moods and titles)

in serious situations, they cannot look at each other without laugh at absolutely nothing

sweetheart went to the same empowered high school the wolf bois did (they never crossed paths, it was a really big school) and when they told milo he flipped his shit

sweetheart is constantly bothering and harassing milo and he thinks it's the most amusing thing in the world

they have matching necklaces with the other's name on

milo definetly has a nickname for sweetheart that's based on their actual name (shortened version of it, elongated version, a rhyme, etc.)

they're the couple that, after being together for so long, have basically turned into the same person (adopting the other’s speech patterns, clothing styles and acting the same way, acting in sync)

milo is an absolute baby when sick, sweetheart babies him the entire time until he's 100% healthy again

sweetheart likes to pretend they're not sick until they collapse which is why milo is always cautiously watching them once he notices (because they have fainted before)

milo and sweetheart love playing the chapstick challenge because sweetheart has an egregious amount of chapsticks and lip balms and it’s an excuse to kiss each other

milo and sweetheart sometimes recite (love) song lyrics with a completely straight face and not singing it. they think it’s the funniest thing ever

they will also just randomly start singing out loud together from a phrase that happens to be in a song

they do each other's hair whenever they have the extra time in the morning because it takes so much longer (it's the extended make-outs)

milo is sweetheart's alarm clock because he wakes up at the same time every day and he cannot, for the life of him, leave bed quietly (sweetheart is also a light sleeper)

whenever sweetheart is extra tired and doesn't feel like doing their whole after-work care routine when they get home, milo does it for them

if sweetheart wears makeup, milo loves watching them put it on

occasionally, sweetheart makes tiktoks (thirst traps) to their favourite/trending songs and posts them on their private socials (only the pack/close friends are on there)

milo is always first in their comments, spamming at least 20 interactions before he texts them letting them know he saw it

they also do tiktok dances (the old actually cool ones not the garbage ones bitches do these days) and milo goes crazy for those

sweetheart's parents were very neglectful so having marie in their life means a lot. milo reminds them often that she's their mother now as well (fuck you colm)

sweetheart paints whenever they need to calm down or stop thinking and they always add a little bit of milo to their paintings (his favourite flowers, a shirt he owns, adding his freckles onto every one of their characters, etc.) ((they also paint aggro all the time))

milo has definetly threatened to kill someone for sweetheart

sweetheart didn't think milo was an overly possessive boyfriend at first because he really doesn't show it that often but they mentioned a coworker flirting with them and he straight up growled

milo gets more jealous than sweetheart does because wolf shifters are generally more possessive than others but sweetheart can also get crazy jealous

they're both really possessive in a "touch my mate and you're dead" way

sweetheart hates throwing up (it's kind of a fear but not quite a phobia) so whenever they do, milo is always sitting next to them to hold them and he dotes on them until they feel better

they both worry over each other all the time over everything

neither of them know how to be subtle or how to keep their hands off of each other

milo loves telling sweetheart they’re gorgeous every damn chance he gets 

sweetheart slides their cold hands up milo's shirt just to make him flinch

[mylonelylittlestar]

My little star

Characters: Xavier Summary: random relationship headcanons with Xavier Warnings: None A/N: I've completely fallen in love with Love and Deepspace, especially with Xavier. It's truly hopeless

the type of boyfriend to get you matching pyjamas

he gets you so many that they slowly start to replace all of your own

likes to match with you even if you don't live together, so sometimes he just texts you to ask which pyjamas you're wearing so he can change into the matching one after he showered

if you ever gift him slippers, blankets, or pillows, he will keep them forever (even if it's something goofy like those big fluffy bunny slippers)

the best person to ask for good midnight snacks. He can recommend fantastic instant noodles, chips, crackers, or other snacks that are light and won't give you stomach aches late at night or negatively impact your sleep in any other way

very interested in your skincare routine (if you have one) and will try out any mask or cream that you give him

if you come up with a routine for him (a simple one, maybe, like the basic cleanser > toner > moisturizer), he will follow it diligently, dragging himself out of bed before he sleeps every day to do it because you were the one to pick those products for him and he doesn't want to waste that

he feels like it connects you to him, even if your routine is completely different and a bit more complicated

never cries during movies, no matter how sad they might be, but he does (on very rare occasions) get a bit teary-eyed

he will hold you if you cry during a movie, and he would never even think about making fun of you for it

he does secretly think that it's cute that you get so worked up about a movie

can sleep through anything. a bomb could go off in his house and he wouldn't know that it happened until he woke up

has seen every single episode of any shitty sitcom you can think of at least three times because he occasionally watches them while he sleeps

sometimes he quotes them but because he knows each of these shows so well now he always quotes the lesser known scenes and no one gets what he's talking about

you start to understand his references after a while, so sometimes he will quote some obscure scene from a super unpopular sitcom that got cancelled after one season and you're the only one laughing

secretly sneaks to the arcade sometimes to practice the claw machine game because he wants to get you the plushies you don't have yet (and to impress you)

he ends up getting dozens of repeats of plushies that you already own. he collects in a small storage room in his apartment that used to be empty

he ends up giving them away when the collection gets out of control, donating them to a children's hospital nearby

gets all shy when you find out about it, blushing bright red like a tomato (or a wasabi octopus)

knows about every single 24 hour store in the city because of his odd sleeping habits and always knows what to do no matter what time it is

you can't sleep and want to go on a date at 3:27 am? he knows a place

if someone is mean to you he will try his hardest to deescalate the situation, but he's also fully willing to fight the person if that doesn't work

I mean have you read his Anecdotes 2? He doesn't give a fuck. He'd prefer not to fight, sure, but if it's unavoidable? What is he gonna do? Not fight and defend you? Ridiculous.

The fandom has already started turning him into this soft uwu stereotype, but the thing is that that's... just not him? He's sweet and kind, yes, but that's not all he is. He's complicated! He has layers!

if he ever falls asleep during a date he would feel awful about it for days, even if you reassure him that it's fine and that you're glad that he feels safe enough around you to fall asleep

he tries to make it up to you with a different date and he falls asleep again, which starts a vicious, endless cycle

when he finally does get over his guilt it's only because you fall asleep during a date after you had a long day at work

knows when you cheat in kitty cards, but sometimes he just lets you get away with it, especially if he knows you had a stressful day at work. He hopes that the win will cheer you up

his good night kisses are forehead kisses while his good morning kisses are on top of your head if you didn't sleep over or on the cheek if you did

[sirenologyyy]

DATING MODERN!SEJANUS PLINTH!

modern!sejanus plinth x fem!reader

✮ summary: in which I live out my truth as a Sejanus Plinth truther and write modern headcanons abt him if he was your bf!

✮ author's note: why can't God make men like him anymore istfg!!! (Guys di na nakakatuwa.)

✮ warnings: cussing cuz yeah

modern!sej who's basically just a POC Peter Parker variant, they're so alike it is sickening.

modern!sej who's had a crush on you since the start of high-school when you and him wound up in the clinic because he had a bad case of influenza and you had a stomach bug.

modern!sej who'd drag Coryo around the campus just so they'd bump into you. (you'd smile and he'd greet hello with three consecutive O's and Coryo was not pleased, often rolling his eyes at Sejanus' giddy grin when you'd be a few steps past them.)

modern!sej who listens to you ramble and talk his ear off with conspiracy theories, realizations, gossip, chiming in every now and then. (He usually tells you off for talking people behind their back but he loves it gossip as much as you do if not more.)

modern!sej who I personally feel like is into a ball sport nobody would expect him to be in to (like volleyball) and he's one of the most kick-ass players out of the entire team and whenever there'd be matches against other schools you'd be cheering the loudest yk and you'd be wearing his Jersey and all that HEDGSHSH.

modern!sej who'd sometimes switch seats with Coryo when the teacher in the class he's in does a count off for groupmates just so he'd be grouped with you.

modern!sej who loves spoiling you with his dad's money just because he can and he absolutely will.

"Sej, just because I tried all these clothes on does not mean I have the intention of buying them."

"Well you aren't buying them, I am. Plus if I'm not getting them for you now, sooner or later you'll have them all in your closet somehow."

modern!sej who loves taking you to aquarium dates to go see the jellyfish and the sharks.

modern!sej who plans out everything he'll say to you in his mind before he says them out loud so he doesn't end up embarrassing himself in front of you.

modern!sej who always gives you the bigger half when he breaks food into two parts.

modern!sej who is DEATHLY afraid of heights. (When you first started dating you joked about how everyday was practically a living hellscape for him because he was so tall.)

modern!sej who's saved the most dazzling contact photo of you while you just have a horrendously lighted 0.5 pic of him you took at 5 in the morning.

modern!sej who'd purposefully drop sordid drawings he managed to doodle in the middle of class into your backpack so during the next period you'd find them and you'd start giggling to yourself and your classmates would give you stares.

modern!sej who is definitely the big spoon (but wouldn't be opposed to being the little spoon either.)

modern!sej and you who would pass notes in the middle of class as well, even if you two were at the very back of the classroom and sitting next to eachother.

Arachne's voice is making me want to kill myself

Don't say that, that's mean

Oh come on Sejanus, even you aren't too saintly to admit her voice sound terrible

Fine, I guess it's sorta irritating

Her voice sounds like if a dog's squeaky toy crawled off to have sex with a bagpipe

(then you two would burst out into silent laughter.)

modern!sej who is SUCH a fucking nerd (he's one of the top 5 highest grading students in your year, in decathlon, the debate team, men's volleyball varsity, the school paper) sometimes when he recites in class he'll subtly glance your way to see your reaction to his answer.

modern!sej who let's you pick out as many books you want from the library he has conjoined to his room. (When he gets them back there are ALWAYS annotations scrawled out on translucent sticky notes.)

modern!sej who is anxious af and he always fidgets in his seat whenever he's stressed or worried or scared and you'd let him doodle on your hands to make him feel better (plus I think he's really good at drawing too.)

modern!sej who will absolutely drive you to McDonald's if you're hungry at 3am (chances are he's hungry too.)

modern!sej who is obsessed with old film cameras and digital cameras, most often than not you're his subject and every other photo in his camera roll is a candid picture of you.

modern!sej who can recite every riff off word by word of the Pitch Perfect trilogy without missing a beat.

modern!sej who'd bring you baked goods whenever you were upset saying they were made by ma plinth, but in truth, were made by him.

modern!sej who wonders every second of every day how you ended up with him.

modern!sej who gets jealous when you hang out with festus or felix a little too long after class. But never makes it obvious.

modern!sej who's funny unconventionally. His sense of humour dosen't make everyone laugh but it sure as hell will get a snort and a giggle out of you.

modern!sej who'd eat the things you'd pick off of your food. (olive theory HDHSHSH)

modern!sej who remembers the littlest things about you too, how you take your coffee, the certain type of pens you prefer, your favorite author, your favorite type of flower, favorite swear word.

modern!sej who'd never hesitate to help you with schoolwork if you were having a hard time understanding the topic. (He won't stop until he makes sure you have a firm grasp on the topic and you're convinced he could make an amazing teacher.)

modern!sej who looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

modern!sej who'd blush whenever ma plinth would bust out his old baby photos whenever you'd come over to their house.

modern!sej who'd participate in cringy couple tiktok trends if it would make you happy.

modern!sej who'd get incredibly competitive just to win you a prize at the carnival.

modern!sej who collects little trinkets that match the color of your eyes and randomly give them to you.

modern!sej who'd listen to you yap and find it adorable

modern!sej who loves photobooths and would always convince you to take photos with him. (Your go to pose is to flip the camera off.) Then you'd get the top half and Sej gets the bottom half.

modern!sej who hates coffee and loves to drink tea (he dosen't do well with caffeine.)

modern!sej who is a sore loser when it comes to card games.

modern!sej who'd write prose and poetry about you (but he wouldn't dare show it, he wouldn't want to make you cry.)

modern!sej who is a GOD at karaoke (he also may or may not be a Broadway kid)

modern!sej who'd instantly agree and laugh when you'd send him things and say "this is so us."

modern!sej who would come over to your house whenever he'd get into a fight with his dad, he'd get so angry while trying to let go of all the pent up emotions he'd start crying and you're always there to comfort him.

modern!sej whose love language is acts of service, would always without a doubt be up for anything, he'd always be there when you need help, whatever the job calls for Sej seems to be always overqualified. When you feel like the world is against you he'd remind you that it's him and you against the world, neither of you were going to be alone in this fight anymore as long as you had eachother. (Then you'd laugh and tell him how incredibly cheesy it was.)

modern!sej who loves watching films, so more often than not you two would be found at the movie theater munching on some free popcorn because the guy that works the concessionaire stand knows you guys well enough to just give you guys free food.

modern!sej who is a munch. Enough SAID.

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Can you do with family and friends on with gavi broke things off w reader because it was too much and he loved her so much but got scared of love and broke up with her but reader was having a fashion show and Barca got tickets and when gavi found out he wanted to go and beg for you and everyone went to go get you back because they know how much he needed you but you were kinda hesitant to except returning back with him

Loved this request! I got kinda confused at the end, because of the mixed words but I got it after reading it a few times🥴🤭

(Influencer!Reader)

Work For It -P.G

Summary: He left and now he wants to be back...

Being a famous influencer had it's pros and it's cons. You try to always keep up with positive mind and change the negativity to positivity. And sometimes works, sometimes it doesn't.

One of the cons, is that you're always on the spotlight. You can't go out because you have a camera up to your face or fans screaming your name walking besides you trying to get their phones, markers and pictures into you. You basically have to create ways and manage yourself to have a private life.

The other of many cons, is that you almost never have time free. You're always doing something but you kinda like that because it keeps you active, so... Why not?

But being a huge influencer in Barcelona and you being a die-hard Barcelona fan means that the FC Barcelona wanted you to, kind of, promote them, use their newest jerseys, go to the matches and met the players.

Meanwhile that was the greatest thing for you because you are a fan, it was also one of the worst because you fell in love with one of them and two years later, broke up.

But how could you have been stupid enough to fall for the Golden Boy, Pablo Gavi?

He had swept you off of your feet with his charming smile, his sassy and messy attitude, joking around until he at least got one smile from you and then he just left you claiming that "It was too much", "I love you but I can't do this. Not to me and mostly not to you", "You deserve better" and simply just disappeared from your house, from your view and from your life.

So, seeing him, after almost a whole year in the fashion show you were in, along with the guys and a few WAGS, your whole stomach and body turned upside down

"What is he doing here?" You asked to your assistant and best friend, Michelle

"Do you forget that you and the Barcelona team are still connected? I believe the team gave them some tickets for the event" She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world

"You would've known that"

"Mikky was also invited, she could've been the one giving them the tickets" She said shrugging her shoulders "I know you don't want him around you, I'll make sure of that but you can't avoid him forever. It's time for you to pass the page and move on"

"That's the thing, Elle" You sighed "I can't seem to"

Yeah, you were still head over heels for the guy that left you without a good reason. You hated it, you hated yourself for that because as much as you wanted to, you couldn't erase those brown eyes and that sweet smile that once was directed to you with warmth, love and care.

"Maybe" She began "This is the clousure you need to keep on with your life and let him be just a nice part of your past" She shrugged her shoulders once more "C'mon, cariño. You gotta pose for the cameras and look pretty"

You smiled a bit at her words and made your way to the carpet, you soothed once more your outfit and plastered a smile, everything was going great until you felt someone tap your shoulder and when you turn around you find no one other than Pedri and Ansu.

"Hola" You said hugging him quickly

"Hola. It's nice to see you after so long" You nod at Ansu

"Bueno..." You shrugg your shoulders a little "What can I say?" The three of you laughed

"You look nice"

"Thanks, Pedri. You do too" He blushes

"Mind if we take some pics together? I miss my friend" You sighed, when Gavi cut all connections with you, you made sure to cut connections with all of them too, barely talking to the WAGs but other than that, no one else from their group.

"Sorry. It's not that easy" You said passing an arm around each boy's waist and pull them for pics

"I bet it isn't... It wasn't easy for him either" Ansu said

"Oh my god!! You're here!!" You heard a femenine voice call and soon a body collide with yours. Mikky. The four of you got out of the carpet and you smiled returning her hug "You're looking absolutely beautiful, I was waiting to see you! I missed you so much!!"

"You were also invited?"

"Of course I was" She pushed her hair back and you both laughed

"I missed you too, Miks" You hug her once more and from behind her you saw Alejandro, Torre, Ferran, Frenkie, Ousmane, Ter Stegen, Robert, Raphina, their wives/girlfriends and lastly Pablo. "And you managed to get almost Barca's whole squad tickets? I need you to tell me that secret because I can barely ask for a plus one" She laughed

"I told them about the show and I think it was Gavi who asked for the tickets, he was so desperate to get them" You raise your eyebrows as Pedri coughs

"Was he?" You turn to Pedri and Ansu, who simply nodded

"Look, babes... I know you two broke it off-"

"He was the one who broke it off, it wasn't me" You said shaking your head at Mikky

"He hasn't been the same without you, Y/N" Pedri said "It still affects him"

"Then if it does, why he did it?"

"He was scared" Ansu said as you laugh

"Scared?" You shook your head "I was scared too but you didn't see me breaking things up, I loved him Ansu and it completely hurted me when he just throw us to the dead line"

"Please, just listen-"

"If you guys came here for me to go back with him, you are in the wrong" You shook your head "You're welcomed to be with me if we don't talk about him, but if you're going to do that then I'll make my exit and wish all of you the best" You said as the rest of the guys approached

"Something's wrong?" Robert asked

You shook your head, smiling softly "I was just leaving" You waved at them and left in the opposite direction

You heard footsteps behind you and you could guess who was the one but still you didn't turned around until you were heading towards the bathrooms inside of the venue

"Can you stop speed walking?" He asked and you shook your head "We need to talk"

"I have nothing to talk to you, Gavi" You said and seconds later saw him standing in front of you blocking your way "Move"

"No"

"Please, move"

"We need to talk"

"You said everything you wanted to say a year ago, I'm done with that"

"But I'm not, Y/N. I'm serious"

"So am I..." For the first time in the night you looked at him in the eyes and sighed looking away before falling into its beauty once more "It was nice seeing you again, Pablo. But I think it's time to let it go, we're just nice strangers with nice memories in common" You moved around him and sending him a one last smile you started walking off

"I don't want to be a simple stranger for you" You managed to hear and you sighed

Neither you wanted him to be but that's what he had decided.

Two hours had passed from that little encounter you had with him and haven't seen him since that moment again, you were sat with your manager and Michelle, your best friend and assistant when she sighed

"What's wrong?" You ask

"Pedri, Ansu and Alejandro are coming" She said "Want me to back them off?" You roll your eyes turning around

You were about to open your mouth when Ansu beat you to it

"Look, I know you probably don't want to see us and you don't want us to talk about him" His strong response had you shocked "and we obviously aren't him to say what exactly went through his mind at the moment of breaking up with you"

"But what we do know is the fact he has been a completely mess because of it" Alejandro said "He's shit at practice and shit out of it. We thought that with time he would get over it, but it's been a year and you're still on his mind and nothing has changed, he still has your birthday picture as his lockscreen and he tries to hide the fact that he goes through your messages, sometimes I find him crying in the shower and other times he's sadly looking at pictures of you two. We can't see him like that anymore and we bet you are exactly the same when no one's around"

"We certainly don't know what he said to fuck what you guys had but he's definitely regretting it. That night of your break up, he came straight to my apartment to cry and kept on asking: "Why did I did that?" over and over again. I never understood what he meant by that until he finally told me that he didn't felt worthy of your love, that he was scared, there was so much going on for him, you knew it and you acted on it but he didn't wanted to feel like he was a burden, he didn't wanted to put any more preassure on your shoulders, his fans were hating on you and he couldn't bear to see you sad because of it. A lot of external facts were the ones who pushed him to make that decision" Pedri said

"But he still checks his phone for you everyday, he sometimes says: "She'll be doing this" or "she'd love this". He doesn't go out with his friends anymore, he basically stopped being that little ray that fucked us up with his moody attitude sometimes" Ansu said making the four of you laugh "We don't say you have to forgive him, we are just asking, for a friend's well being, for you to clear things up and be on the right side"

"You can still be friends, you can go back to what you guys had or simply just not be anything... And that's okay. We just want, for both of you, because you are our friend as well, the best in everysingle aspect possible"

Your eyes danced in between the three youngmen

"Where is he?" You ask whispering, feeling a knot in your throat

"He left"

You nodded, turning around you grabbed your purse and smiled at them "Thank you" They smiled and you hugged them, walking off.

You went into the car that brought you here and told them Pablo's direction. You started biting your nails nervous, why didn't he had said anything from that to you? Were you really still on his phone lockscreen? Does he still loves you, just like you love him after all this time?

You quickly thanked the man and left the car, you pushed your thumb into the gates and it opened, you going straight to his door which you banged over and over again until he opened

"¿Qué-?"

"Gimme your phone, please"

"What? Why?" You shook your head

"Please, gimme your phone, I need to check something" He shook his head as you quickly took it from his hands and saw the lockscreen.

It was both of you, on your 19th birthday party, you smiled before feeling the phone being grabbed away by an angry Pablo

"Why have you done that?"

"Why you still have that pic as a lockscreen?"

"You don't care about it"

"If I'm asking you is because I do"

Silence flowed in between the two of you

"Gimme the real reason why you broke up with me" You shook your head feeling the tears coming up "I don't buy the half assed bullshit, I want the complete thing"

He stood in silence

"How do you know?"

"Why? We were so good, so in love"

"I had a lot of things coming on me, I was stressed, I wasn't playing great, I didn't wanted to transfer my worries and my problems to you, because you had a lot of those for yourself. I kept pushing you away without wanting to, I was and am so in love with you it fucking hurts! My fans were sending you hate, all of that combined made me think I wasn't good for you, fuck, I was so scared of fucking it up but I still did it!" He looked up to the sky, his voice was trembling and his shoulders were shaking. He was crying. "And I hate me for it, all this time we could've been together and we aren't because I let my insecurities get the best of me"

"But we can work on them, we can work on this, on us" You said "I'm not willing to let you go, Pablo. I want us. But you need to work for it because I'm not ready to go through another heartbreak"

"I will, mi amor" You hugged his waist and he pulled you closer to him, kissing your hairline "I will make us work"

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[yanderes-galore]

Can we have Yan!Uppermoon!Uzui and his Yan!Demons!Wives capturing a Slayer and deciding to keep her?

Sure! Demon Hashira AU ^^ Not really the best with writing him and the wives so I'm going to warn this'll be short. I'm also having trouble being into Demon Slayer lately... I tried, I hope it was good even if it struggled with it lol.

Harem

Yandere! Demon! Uzui Tengen Short

Pairing: Romantic - Implied Poly

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Violence, Blood, Near death experience, Manipulation, Forced relationship implied, Swearing.

Everyone has heard of demons being powerful on their own. One basic demon could devastate an entire village. However, they are not the worst.

There's demons who are chosen as they are the most powerful. Sometimes they cultivate their power from experience, other times... people join them willingly.

Uzui is a strong demon who utilizes sound in his attacks. Alongside him are three female demons whom he calls his lovers. He's a demon dedicated to only them and his leader.

He also has a God complex, wishing for those lower than him to worship him.

When Uzui found you, a Demon Slayer meant to slay him, he laughed. He will admit upon meeting you for the first time he thought your determination was admirable, but laughable. You really thought you could beat him?

Uzui applauded you for putting up a fight. Unfortunately, you were fighting a losing battle. The slayers alongside you were no match. You see, even if you had a group, Uzui's much stronger.

Especially with his wives sneaking up from behind.

Uzui's shockwaves were enough to land your team on their ass before they were torn to bits. Soon you are at his mercy... Uzui's status as an uppermoon really showing in his strength.

"This mission they sent you on was suicide..." He comments, red eyes flicking towards your injured form. "You know that now, don't you?"

You say nothing, blood dribbling from your lips. Your eyes weakly look behind Uzui to see his wives. They stare at you hungrily, you're nothing but injured prey.

"It's a pity... wasting such good potential. It's like throwing a pebble at an attacking beast. You had no chance at harming me."

He steps closer, kneeling down to wrench your chin up. He thinks thoughtfully over your broken body before grinning. You could see his sharp teeth so close to your face.

"Don't you want a second chance?"

You have a questioning gaze. You're dying and a demon suggests a second chance. Of course he's attempting to use you even now....

"Poor thing can't even speak. That can easily be fixed. I think you have the potential to be my fourth."

Fourth...?

"You'd fit alongside my wives, dear. I'd treat you well and you can take your revenge. The slayers clearly see you as fodder, why not show them your true strength?"

The demon wanted you to commit treason. You either become a demon or die... a decison that held heavy consequences. You could die with honor... or-

"Look at you, thinking hard as your brain fails. What have you got to lose? You could die a human... or live as a demon. Be honest, which one sounds better?"

He picks you up as if you're a ragdoll, smiling. Charisma oozes with each word he says. You're in no place to fight him-

"I bet you were alone with the slayers, huh? No need to look so sad... you've proven to me you have the ability to fight. You'll never be alone if you join me. You can have... a family."

You feel him dig claws into your neck, causing you to sputter. Uzui looks disappointed in your silence or lack of response. He scoffs, slinging your bleeding body over his shoulder. Probably shouldn't have gouged your stomach....

"Your determination to cling to human life is sad. No matter, I wasn't going to give you a choice in the end anyways."

He turns and walks off with his wives in tow.

"If I say I think your worthy of being mine, there's no fighting it. Even if it means dragging your bleeding body where I want it to make you a demon. So sit tight, you're going to be mine, doesn't matter if you like it or not. I'm a GOD! You are foolish to even think of not joining me."

Far as the corps know, you're considered dead like the rest of your team.

What they don't know is you became victim of the infamous demon Uzui...

Forced to give up your humanity even if you were against it, all because he happened to like your fierce spirit.

[lesuccube]

➚ 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 : ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴏ'ʜᴀʀᴀ — ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟɪᴛᴏ

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — life with an itsy bitsy spider except he's not so itsy bitsy and he's not as venomous as most people think .

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 — fluff infection

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 — not beta'd , constructive criticism is welcomed . reblogs and comments are appreciated .

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 — 2.8k

let's say that you and miguel have been together for a good year already. you're past the honeymoon phase but you're comfortable and still love each other the way you did the first few months.

you've practically all but moved in with miguel at this point, most of your stuff are already with him and you only visit your own apartment if you happen to forget something that isn't already with him (after refusing miguel's 6th attempt to persuade you to let him buy it instead of going back for it).

whenever you two find the time to be with each other, you often take naps together. nobody is big spoon or small spoon between you. miguel makes you lay on top of him like a weighted blanket. he feels reassured that you're still alive and around with your breathing on his shoulder and your steady heartbeat matching his own.

he likes to sprawl a hand on your back under your shirt like this, just tracing lazy patterns on your skin. on the times you manage to slip away from his hold to grab a glass of water in the kitchen, he would stroll in after you still half asleep, gruff voice pleading you to come back to bed with him even if you were planning on doing just that.

the man would wake up the moment the pressure of your body on top of his is gone.

OR sometimes on his rare off days, he'd spend the whole day asleep. one time you catch him lying on his stomach in nothing but sweats, his top shirtless exposing the large expanse of his shoulders and back to you.

you just finished doing whatever chore you had for the day before you had decided to just... plop yourself on his back, cheek pressed between his shoulder blades. miguel then wakes up hours later when the sun has set but unable to get up due to a weight on his back. he turns his head around and finds your body nestled comfortably on top of him, still sound asleep.

it doesn't matter if he was starving at that point, he wouldn't dare wake you up.

you try not to mix yourself up much with his job since you know it can get dangerous but when miguel gets too clingy and refuses to go to hq for the day, he'll take you with him!

in the movie we see him standing on his platform but in this case, he rolls out a chair that he can sit on so you can sit on his lap while he works. he claims that it helps him focus better when you're there, playing with the ends of his hair on the back of his head or peppering the exposed skin of his neck with featherlight kisses that he responds to with a hum and a deep press of his lips on the side of your head.

this in turn gives lyla the freedom to take so much pictures of him being clingy, literally waits outside the bathroom stalls for you when you need the loo, and when you exit he asks if you washed your hands after, you tell him yes and then holds your hand to lead you back to his "office."

lyla teases him endlessly about it when he comes back the next day alone.

you treat lyla like she's one of your girlfriends, gossiping about things outside the spider society and in return, she would tell you all the tea in hq.

and now that you two have bonded, miguel groans and ribs his forehead because that means lyla gets all the new details about miguel's private life that she uses against him on the worst opportunities but he won't be able to tell her off when you're there because miguel would never want to make you mad.

there was one time to woke up with a start in your shared bed with miguel, a nightmare of miguel's body limp and cold on nueva york's streets and if course it freaks you out. being spider-man was dangerous and it meant having lots of enemies whether they're superpowered or not.

miguel woke up and saw you panting with your head buried in your raised knees. he would wordlessly pull you into an embrace before singing you a lullaby to help to fall back asleep.

date nights with miguel are as rare as his day offs, maybe even more so since he prefers to stay indoors to rest and recuperate. on the times he does take you out, he makes sure it's fancy and extravagant as a way to make up for the lack of nights like this where you'd enjoy candlelit dinner in a popular italian restaurant on nueva york's more posh streets.

getting ready for said date, you'd wear this jaw dropping blue dress that matches the color of his suit paired with your favorite red bottom heels and the pearl set accessories he'd gifted you on your six months anniversary. you'd exit the bathroom back into your shared bedroom where miguel was waiting for you in a fancy tux himself and he'd stop whatever it was he was doing just to stare at you with lovesick eyes.

you'd flash him a pretty smile before turning around, asking him to zip you up. he'd brush your hair aside, the tips of his fingers grazing against your nape. he'd pinch the tiny metal between his thumb and index finger and slowly drag it up, kissing your neck softly when it's zipped all the way up.

OR sometimes after these aforementioned date nights when you would return home with full bellies and wine tasting lips, you'd huff and take a seat on the couch, legs straightened before you as you groaned, head tilting back to rest on the back of the couch. miguel promptly follows you, kneeling in front of you and taking in the sight of you, all tired and lazy but still so so beautiful nonetheless.

he'd take a foot and place it on his leg, not minding the way your heels would leave a bit of a dusty print on his dark trousers. he kisses the length of your calf as his hands take off your heels, resulting another groan from you but this time in relief. it spurs him on, stroking his ego the way a simple act of taking your shoes off elicits such a reaction from you.

he does the same to your other leg and it usually ends up with him making out with you on the couch, you still seated at the edge while he kneels in front of you, hands gripping your small waist and your own mussing up his styled hair for the night, teeth nipping at each other's skin and lips until you're both red and panting.

he likes to give you kisses. one of his biggest love languages is definitely physical touch. just feeling your warmth under his lips as he presses random kisses on you throughout the day.

you'd wake up with a peck on your forehead, followed by a kid to the top of your nose as to hand him his coffee. when he finds you seated on the couch and reading a book, he'd give you what he likes to call 'drive by kisses' on your cheek as he walks past you.

in general, lots of kisses by miguel. but i think one of his favorite places to kiss you (side from your lips) is the inside of your wrist where he can feel your heartbeat pulsing as he brushes his lips against the skin repeatedly.

when it rains, miguel would complain and grumble under his breath at how wet it becomes because you'd pro a window open to let some rainy breeze in, the sounds of raindrops against glass intensified.

he would act like a grump at first before settling next to you on the couch, propping your feet up on his lap as he browses on his work on his tablet, one hand occasionally massaging your sock-clad feet as you lay there either scrolling aimlessly on your phone or reading a book.

nueva york is a city of progress so it's mostly skyscrapers and tall buildings. one time you expressed that you wanted to be able to see the stars and you can't do that here at home since the city lights always outshine them. and what did miguel do?

he took you to a different dimension, one where it's mostly nature and the stars twinkle so brightly it feels like you'd reach them if you stretch a hand out.

it's one of the rare times miguel lets you travel with him to a different dimension. he only does it to see that absolutely dazzling smile on your face, the way you quite literally lit up as you tugged his arm, pointing at a certain constellation and talking his ear off about the story behind it even if it's not exactly accurate or scientifically or canonically correct.

miguel won't tell you that, instead he'll just stare at you the whole time with the most dopey lovesick look ever i'm talking hearts in his eyes and the softest smile on his lips. and when you finally turn to face him, he's been staring at you the whole time.

sometimes his work isn't always stored in some tech like his laptop or tablet. he's old-fashioned, writing stuff down until he comes home with a bunch of papers and files.

he has an office in his apartment so he ends up just dumping them there and eventually forgetting them. so when the day comes and you're cleaning the place up, you find his office in complete disarray. i'm talking about piles and piles of paperwork on his desk, books not tucked in the shelf and his blinds drawn leaving little to no natural light in the room.

you clicked your tongue, pulling the vacuum inside. but first, you snap a pic of the office to miguel and sending it with the caption 'you live like a goddamn toddler 🗑️' yes emoji included because the whole room can be compared to a dumpster.

you clean the place, vacuuming the floors, rearranging his shelf and dusting the whole place until the only thing left to fix was his desk.

you'd grumble under your breath while working because you're sure you spent an hour and a half already with just miguel's office and you were losing daylight quickly when you still have two other rooms to clean. you were shuffling the papers and sorting them by the date stamped on the corner of each page when one paper stands out to you. it's colored a baby pink and written in miguel's scrawly penmanship.

at first you think nothing of it until its contents catch your eyes do you realize it's a love letter. addressed to you. it makes you swoon of course. miguel loves giving you letters, handing you quite a few throughout your relationship especially during important milestones in your lives but these? these were unsent letters he had written to you.

you continue to fix up his files and you see more and more of these oddly colored papers throughout the pile, in between folders and stapled papers were various love letters written in multiple shades of pastels. sometimes it's just one page, others would consist of at least three. it's sweet and really endearing but you don't read them. there was a reason miguel didn't give them to you after all.

you simply compiled all the letters you've found before tucking them in a drawer on his desk. knowing that he had done those was filling enough for your heart. it was enough to bloom warmth on the apples of your cheeks and giggle at how much of a sap your boyfriend was. but he's your sap and you won't have it any other way.

on the fourth month of your relationship with miguel did you stumble upon the knowledge that miguel cannot cook for the life of him. he tried to make you toast once and ended up burning both the bread and your toaster. since then you've banned miguel from cooking in both your place and his.

that means you are always on kitchen duty, greeting miguel when he comes home to you after work with a kiss and freshly cooked dinner. but on the rare occasions he surprises you by coming home early, he'd offer a helping hand while you prep dinner.

you were skeptical of course, having flashbacks of his toaster fiasco, but his pouty lips were making it hard for you to say no. so you ended up giving in, instructing him on what to do. you leave him be for a few minutes before he's calling after you like

"um... mi amor, is the sauce supposed to look like this?" miguel asks, tapping you hesitantly on your shoulder. your eyes practically bulge out of your skull at the purple colored pasta sauce you had told him to stir. how did he make red tomato sauce into that?

"miguel, baby, did you do something while i wasn't looking..?" he shakes his head, not saying that he was only stirring the pot like you said.

in the end you had to shoo him out, instead making him sit his too large frame on the tiny island chairs as you redo the sauce, pushing back dinner for another half hour because he had mysteriously managed to turn your completely normal sauce purple.

you kiss his lips though and tell him you appreciate the gesture but leave the cooking to you from this point onwards. you do tell him that he can just help you with grocery shopping, saying that his senses would come in handy with picking out fresher veggies and fruits.

OR you decided one day when miguel didn't need to come to hq and was working from home to do a fun little activity you both can partake in. you had everything ready and laid out on the kitchen when you call for your boyfriend in the kitchen.

"baby, can you come here real quick?" you hear his bunny slipper-clad feet shuffling as he approaches you, hair head back by a cat eared headband that originally belonged to you and his glasses perched on his nose. his appearance makes you giggle, earning him a peck on the lips.

"what did you need me for mami?" he questions you, his hand naturally finding its way to your waist. "let's make empanadas together."

this was the only time miguel wasn't a disaster to be in the kitchen.

the whole time he had his eyebrows scrunched together in total concentration, obeying your orders like it's the gospel simply because he wanted them to come out at least edible. you worked so hard to prepare this all for him, the least he wanted was for the empanadas to turn out to be good enough to be eaten and to both your surprise, they do!

some are a little disfigured, others too big or too small with stuffings coming out at the seams but they were more than just edible regardless.

now miguel makes it a tradition between you to make empanadas whenever he works from home.

you don't know how miguel finds the time to buy you gifts when he's already so busy with being spider-man and the leader of the spider society so it really does come as a shock when you would wake up every now and then to a gift on top of his pillow and a note under the neatly wrapped box saying how he had bought it thinking of you.

it's basically routine how he wakes up and leaves before you even get out of bed, sometimes he tells you that you look so comfortable asleep that he struggles to get up and get ready himself. anyways, it's a cute little surprise that he leaves you at least three times a week.

sometimes it's something silly like a fridge magnet or a bunch of sticky tabs for when you're bookmarking something on your books. other times it's so precious it makes you wonder if he's breaking the bank by buying you a diamond necklace like every week.

your jewelry box holds an assortment of accessories, rings with the prettiest rocks, bracelets with his name or yours or an important date lasered on the back, and a bunch of necklaces with delicate chains and tiny but adorable charms. oftentimes he'd leave notes for these stuff saying, 'i remember you said you liked daisies so i got you this' and inside would be a necklace with the prettiest daisy charm hanging in the middle.

miguel is funny, thoughtful and expensive with his gifts. he does believe that it's just another way to make up for having to leave you in the mornings to go to work.

but to you? it's just another thing for you to love about him. to you, it means waking up and looking forward to what life and miguel have in store for you. it makes you feel hopeful about a lasting future with miguel that would one day mean taking on his last name as mrs. o'hara.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

First, I must inquire, what do you think are tan's and lem's real names? 

Now imagine this, his wife having really good acting skills, enough to convince everyone that she's just a terrified civilian looking for help, keeping her act up until she gathers intel from them. Feel like lem would also be so proud of her.

Tan prefers calling you, but when he can't, he'll either send the softest messages or fast typed ones with tons of spelling mistakes "My pretty girl, you're going to be the death of me." responding to the selfie you just send, "Thsi fycking twat jsut ruined m y dress shrit!". But imagine a group chat with these two. Lem and I share the same braincell so we'll disscus the silliest stuff and he'll just butt in to say "will you two please think before typing on this group chat"

Childhood friends to lovers with tan? He'll protect you even if it means he'll get an ugly wound, but it's ok because you'd always patch him up and give him an earful. It doesn't take long for lem to figure it out and pushes him to confess. And he'll be so cute too "How 'bout I take you to dinner after? " "Ask me again when you're not bleeding from your stomach." You two end up eating at home because you only just started taking missions and can't afford a 5 star restaurant. Speaking of protecting, when he finds out your carring his child, he won't let you take any missions. "They're having a baby?" asks a confused ladybug, "I'd be more surprised if they didn't." is all lem can say before he notices his brothers stare.

It's not a secret he has a big mouth, what if his girl matches that but in a more, classy way? "I'm sorry sir but I must inquire, what's with your illiterate way of thinking?" and he butts in "She means why are you so fucking dumb." All while proudly smiling.

I'm going to finish this with the most heartbreaking angst. Instead of Tan finding Lem "dead", they both survive but his wife dies. They're a trio but split up to look for the briefcase. The twins somehow get the it back and decide to put it on red so now they're looking for her all over the empty train. They finally find her and all he can do is stare at her before droping to his knees, bringing her close to him. It hits him like a train so he breaks down, screaming and crying as he hugs her. Lem somehow finds the power in himself to place the Edward sticker in her palm.

Phew, sorry this was a lot, if anything else comes to mind I'll saved it for later so that like you said, you're not spamming people's dash. Sorry for any spelling mistakes (you know who to blame). It means a lot that I get to share my ideas with you and your followers. Anyway, going to rewatch Bullet Train tonight, can't believe it's already been a year since I've first seen it on the big screen. Kisses, 💺 anon.

hii, sooo…

1. that question has been picking at my brain for a year!!! I genuinely cannot think of what they’re called, I wanted to make a post and ask everyone a while back, but if anyone has any thoughts or ideas for their names please PLEASE comment them, im dying to know. something british/ criminally english that’s all I know😭 ironically, I feel aaron suits

2. ughhh I love that!?! he’d be super proud, silently cheering her along. like a subtle nod or quick wink

3. the spelling mistakes aaahhh love that!!? also feel like the 3 typing dots would be there for ever, like he’s replying then doing something assassiny then typing again, and it’ll all be mumble jumble. he’d get annoyed at the two of you messaging eachother in the group chat but I feel he secretly loves it. also think he has trouble talking sometimes, so he likes to have the social aspect without it being awkward for him (if that makes sense) ardgsh and he’s such a flatterer I just know it!! sweet girl, pretty girl… MY SWEET GIRL!?! MY PRETTY GIRL🫠

4. love it!! and the element of being besties and knowing everything. omg imagine you go on dates with other guys (before liking liking tan) and he’s always really jealous but he hides it bc he wants you to be happy etc, but he maybe kinda sabotages it so he can have you all to himself heehe. he definitely reacts before thinking, especially if you were involved (and got hurt) super caring cute sweet innocent kinda guy, right? completely innocent bbg

5. “why are you so fucking dumb?” HAHAHAHA love it!! but yes!!! he’s got that cockney ‘charm’ so he gets right to the point. and I love that she matches his vibe (but just in a more feminine classy, femme fatale way)

6. that is heartbreaking!?! why would you write that🥲🥲🥲🥲 im just kidding, but that is a horribly sad idea

7. you’re very sweet!! and tysm for sharing your ideas!! and yes, if you have more, send em over. heheh guessing your hamster😭 ive been wanting to rewatch it for ages, I just need to do it bc I miss it lol. that year has gone quick omg?!

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hope everything I said makes sense😭 apologies if it doesn’t

[miasmaghoul]

please we (me and the voices) need some nsfw rain headcanons 🙏🏻

I know I did these once upon a time but ARE THERE EVER ENOUGH??

70/30 dom/sub but also 70/30 bottom/top.

Kinkiest ghoul, will try anything. Indulges even the weirdest of requests, and inflicts his own upon the others at his leisure (positive).

Loves to ride, it's his preferred position. If he's on his back, it's to be bent in half and drilled mercilessly. Not the biggest fan of doggy, unless he's topping. If he's bottoming he needs to see his partner's eyes.

Uses his magick to manipulate his partners - he can shift their blood and bodily fluids to suit his desires, whether that be to keep them hard long after they've cum (Swiss and Mountain), to control their bladder (Dew and Sunshine) or to choke them with the lightest touch (Cumulus, Copia and himself).

Obsessed with himself, gets off on his own body. Frequently jerks off to his own reflection. Records himself often, usually with one of his myriad toys but sometimes with magickal tentacles summoned at the lake shore. They always end up in the ghroup chat, though Rain swears he doesn't know how.

MEAN. Mean and Manipulative as all hell. Loves to gaslight and torment, much more of an emotional dom than a physical one.

That said, he has no problem physically dominating. He just doesn't always want to put forth the effort. Feels it's beneath him when his partner/victim can and will move themselves for him. The exceptions to the rule are Dew and Mountain, the only ones Rain will hit.

Only truly subs for Aether. He's the only one that can get into Rain's head the way he needs.

Always wants to be worshipped. The only expectation is when his heat hits, and for those three agonizing days all Rain wants is to feel used, debased and filthy.

Huge into forced fem. Dresses up all the boys and makes them feel real bad about themselves. Also never hesitates to slip on his own lingerie and heels to really fuck with Dew and Mountain.

Rope bunny.

Huge fan of body shots, likes to be a mess.

Gets so, SO wet. Water ghoul traits and all. His dick drips like a faucet when he really gets going. He'll edge himself for h o u r s, until his stomach is a slick, sticky mess.

Can unhinge his jaw like an eel when unglamoured and take everything up to and including Mountain's knot.

Super duper into overstim, both giving and receiving. He's never nice about it.

P I S S K I N K

Like, every part of it. This ghoul just wants everything wet at all times.

MASSIVE breeding kink, can make Aether and Swiss fall to pieces real quick when he gets like that, begging for their knots and their kits. Not that he'd ever admit it.

V v sensitive tits. His chest is a massive weak spot, one that Dew is usually the best at abusing. He suggested they get matching piercings, but the last thing Rain needs is another weakness.

SIZE QUEEN

Loves to kiss, but kisses to overwhelm. Lots of tongue, very little room to breathe. Thankfully, he has gills.

[sugoi-writes]

Stalker/Ghost Face! Obanai Drabble

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A/N: Soooo, don't at me or nothing, but I think Obanai and Ghost Face is a match made in heaven. So I put a twist in it that doesn't instantly lead down a dark path/end, and is more stalker-y. Sorry not sorry.

TW: Stalking, yandere vibes. Iguro is thirsty and makes comments about your appearance, and pokes fun at you. Generally will be an unnerving guy. Also this hasn't been overly proof read, so sorry in advance.

W/N- Wrong Name

You've been warned!

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You would be messing with your hair with one hand, lounging casually on the couch with your phone closeby. You were pretty annoyed, as you had gone through and blocked so many numbers, seemingly with no end; your nerves were on edge.

Just when you think you get a moment to yourself for a drink, your phone goes off again... An unknown, blocked number is calling... You sighed, deciding you would give the receiving end a piece of your mind.

But when you answered with the intention of trolling.... a genuine, soft masculine voice enters the line. As he clears his throat, his voice begins filling your thoughts with cloudy, less tame images.

"Hello... I'm sorry to trouble you so late at night. Is W/N on the line?" You swallow, wishing it were you, secretly.

"Oh, no, I'm afraid you have the wrong number...," you reply softly. You hear the man on the other end sigh, defeated.

"My apologies. Thank you for--"

"W-Wait!!! I uhm-- I mean while you do have the wrong number, I could... take a message for them? Maybe pass it along?"

Oh you idiot, that'd never work! you thought. Now this unknown number guy was about to slip out of your fingers....

You can practially feel the smirk through the phone, as the stranger replies," So you do want to talk to me, after all..."

You tried to picture way his face would look, his eyes... his voice left so many things to your imagination. You sputter, coming down from the daze.

"N-Not like that, just... trying to help a friend out. Anyways, you were saying...??" Whoever W/N was... they SURE were lucky.

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You'd be carrying on this way for quite sometime, pulling one set of your curtains closed. You threw your head back as the man made you laugh again, and you heard him uproar just as much. You hadn't noticed you'd been on the line for an hour now, chatting away like he was the best of friends.

"And just what were your plans the rest of this evening, dear?"

Your heart thumped in your chest, as the innocent pet name made your stomach flutter.

"I-I uhh-- I was actually planning on watching a movie, believe it or not." You could hear the man hum softly, grinning still.

"Ohh, and what kind of a movie? Maybe a... scary movie?"

You blink, a little surprised that he had guessed," Y-Yeah... a new slasher sequel came out, and I wanted to finally give it a try." The man hums again in approval, making you squirm.

"Ahh, not a bad choice, not bad... is it your favorite?"

You shake your head, chuckling," N-Nah... my friend was gonna come over and watch it with me, but they had something come up. But they told me to go ahead. And well, I didn't wear these pajamas for nothing!"

You hear a sultry chuckle through the receiver, and some shuffling," Hmm... tell me... since your friend isn't there, do you think you can handle a movie like that? A person like you may need some... company... during such a scary movie," the man teased.

You snort, shaking your head," Pffft, nah, this movie isn't that scary... not NEARLY as bad as others. If I can get through the first, I can get through this one."

The male on the other end is quick to reply, his voice deepening.

"So... it doesn't happen to make you nervous that you're in a similar predicament to the the first? A person, all alone in their living room... answering their phone to find some stranger talking back to them?" When you don't reply, he doubles down.

"I know my voice is quite alluring, but surely you feel a little... uneasy?"

You blink, chuckling slightly," H-Haha... very funny!" You kid, rolling your eyes," I don't even have the same name as the main character...," you boast proudly.

"And what is your name, dear?" The man suddenly asks, leaning into the receiver. You can hear his slightly labored breathing, sending a chill down your spine.

"I-Its uhh... it's not really--"

"Ohh, I'm sorry... I don't mean to be rude. I'd just like to know the name of the person I'm looking at."

You freeze in place, eyes widening exponentially," w...what...?"

The man doesn't let up, repeating himself," I said I'd like to know the name of the person I'm talking to..."

You stagger backward, clutching your shirt as you look around yourself," Th...That's not what you said just now," you try to reply calmly, your eyes wide in fear.

"Ahh, well it can't be helped... I guess for now, I'll be content with looking at your cute pajamas... a little on the shorter side, but your legs look so nice, I can hardly look away..."

You're practically shaking, his voice low as if it were right next to you,"... and how that shirt hugs you, hmm... You look so innocent and sweet from here... But for now..." You breathing picks up, as you go to check each lock on your windows, curtains violently being closed.

"Wh--who the fuck are you?!?"

"That's not important for now, as you said. We'll speak again very soon, Y/N."

Click

You crumple to the floor, grasping at your chest as the reality of your situation sinks in...

This was only JUST beginning... wasn't it?

---

Meanwhile, Obanai's watchful eyes are seemingly obscured from your visage... for now. His heterochromatic eyes flutter, as he clutches his cellphone just a little tighter.

"Ahh... almost blew my cover. I suppose I'll have to switch to letters for now... anything for my dear, naive little Y/N."

Obanai, like a wild animal, slinks stealthily from his tree's perch and dusts himself off. As he walks away, he couldnt help but notice sirens in the distance.

"...ahh... 'guess I really do need to be careful around you." Obanai mutters, slinking away just in time for the troops to swarm your house. He chuckles wetting his lips," ...but no one likes winning the game without a little bit of risk involved... I think I quite like this game already."

He glances back to your house, so far away from where he stood now. In an instant, he crushes his phone effortlessly, thinking ahead to cover his tracks. He turns away, grinning as he throws his smashed burner phone into a nearby gutter. In the next, his disposable gloves.

"Take care for now, love..."

[sea-owl]

So how do Penelope and Colin actually get together in the arranged marriage AU? It seems like Colin sees Pen as his but doesn't even really know what he means by "my Pen." I'd just love to see the moment when Colin goes from "my Pen" (best friend) to "MY Pen" (love of my wife and the future mother of our children).

Believe it or not, I can probably pinpoint that moment.

Along the timeline, it would be in Penelope's first season. Since Penelope was already engaged, Portia didn't feel the need to debut her early, but it still ended up happening because the older two were not very successful on the marriage mart.

Portia found that a lot of potential suitors or their matchmaking mamas wanted attention from the future Mrs. Bridgerton. Portia debated and then counted the numbers of the family financials from her late husband. She wanted her daughters to be safe, and that meant finding them good matches. While she had no worries for Penelope and Felicity, they were both smarter and cleverer than their older sisters, Prudence, and Philippa needed help. So, a year early, Penelope debuted into society.

Penelope would spend the first half of balls miserable as she was dragged around the room by her mother with her older sisters. Being forced to make conversation with people who wouldn't even notice she was there if she wasn't engaged to Colin. The second half she would spend with Daphne as they both avoided those who were trying to weasel their way into the future Duchess of Hastings and furure Mrs. Bridgerton's good graces. Sometimes, they would hide behind Anthony, who was just as protective of his future sister in-laws as he was of his biological sisters.

At this point in time, Colin has gone on a Grand Tour to finish out his University years. He and Penelope write to each other while he is away.

Insert the season of 1813, April 1813, to be exact. Lady Danbury's ball. If you want to get real specific chapter 2 of The Duke and I.

Colin had arrived home early from his Grand Tour. He says he was low on money, but really, he got two letters. One letter was from Penelope saying she was debuting this season. That left an ugly feeling in Colin. The other letter was from Felicity saying she would hunt him down with Sunshine if he didn't get his butt home and make those people at the balls stop harrassing her sister. That left an even uglier feeling in Colin.

After getting the two letters Colin soon found himself on a ship heading back to London.

His family had already left for the ball by the time he got home, so Colin figured he surprise them and Pen. When he got there his older brothers, Daphne, and Penelope were in a circle talking. He could hear Penelope make a witty remark about whatever they were talking about.

"Besides Colin-" Penelope looked to the side and locked eyes with her fiance. "Colin!"

This gained his siblings' attention, who also greeted him.

"I say were you all bugging my fiancé?" Colin joked as stood next to Penelope.

Benedict rolled his eyes. "If anything, we're saving her from those vultures."

A quick glance around the room proved this true. Some were better than others at hiding their stares, but many had their predatory eyes on Penelope. Colin moved closer to his Pen, and pretended to read over her dance card, blocking her smaller body with his own body. He and his siblings vehemently disliked how others try to get in with the Bridgertons by using their fiancés.

Penelope gave Colin a grateful smile, and he returned a smile to her as well. He found he wanted to reassure her, let her know that he will always be there to protect her.

Colin glanced down at Penelope's dance card. It was blank other than his brothers' names.

That ugly feeling returned. Swooping in Colin's stomach and he felt the impulse to scratch out his brothers' names and fill every dance slot with his own.

Now Colin knows his brothers dancing with his Pen was nothing more than brotherly affection. The same as if they were dancing with Daphne. He also knows Anthony and Benedict have their own fiancés, Kate and Sophie, who they remain loyal to. Yet that ugly feeling was still there.

Colin found he wanted to hold his Pen, and in a ball room there is only one way to do that with so many eyes on you.

"Pen?" Colin asked. "Is your mother expecting you to return to her side any time soon?"

Penelope shook her head. "No. Mama made a deal with me that I follow her for first half of the ball and the second half I do whatever I please."

"Good." Colin smiled, grabbing his Pen's hand. "Because we are dancing."

As Colin twirled his Pen around, he could not bring himself to not stare at her. He knows he's been gone for over a year, but now it's sinking in how long it's been since he's been on the presence of his personal ray of sunshine. He's missed her, his wife.

Colin's brain paused. Did he just refer to Penelope as his wife? Yes, it is an eventual thing in the next few years after Colin sorts out his occupation, but he's always called her his fiancé or his Pen.

Their dance ended, and Penelope spotted something behind him.

"Oh, look Colin! Simon has returned too! We must go say hello!"

Penelope grabbed Colin's hand this time and began to lead him back to his siblings, and now Simon, were.

His wife Penelope, yes Colin actually rather liked the thought.

[electrikworm]

Playing Pretend: Chapter 2

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Relationships: Crosshair & Wrecker, Crosshair & OC (one-sided)

Content Warnings: Torture, Forced to hurt somebody, Blood and Injury, Zygerrian Slavery, Electrocution, Branding, Burns, Emetophobia

Summary:

Crosshair is forced to continue being part of Wrecker's torture with no end in sight.

Written for @squad-724 Hybrid au :)))

Word count: 3,992

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When a knock comes from the door, Crosshair's barely slept. How could he, knowing what he'd already done to Wrecker, and what was still to come. Asesh greets him at the door, smiling widely. Just a day ago, he would have been pleased to see the gangs second in command seeking out his company. That means he's more likely to be trusted with sensitive information. But now he'd do anything to make her ignore him. It's a selfish thought. At least Crosshair can try and hurt Wrecker a little less, try an minimize the damage, make sure they don't kill him. There's no saying what the Zygerrians would do to Wrecker if left alone with him. Still, the wish not to be involved in this crosses Crosshair's mind. Wrecker will hate him, and even if he can't bring himself to quite do so, he'll at least not feel safe around Crosshair any more. Crosshair's not sure he can live with that, even if it means he can assure Wrecker doesn't die. Hunter and Tech need physical contact, but not like Wrecker does, not constantly. They're very particular about when and how they need it. Wrecker would be hugging one of his brothers constantly if he could, sometimes unable to sleep if he doesn't do precisely that. In that regard, Crosshair's a lot more like Wrecker than he'd like to admit. He's not sure how he'd live with Wrecker not wanting to be near him any more. He's not sure Hunter and Tech will either, not after what Crosshair's done. "Sleep well?" Asesh asks, interrupting his thoughts. "Of course," Crosshair lies, matching her smile. Asesh pats his arm. "Good, I have plans," she says. "But first, we eat something. I don't like working on an empty stomach." Crosshair had been avoiding food and Asesh insisting on eating with him puts an end to that. She sits beside him in the gangs small mess hall, talking casually. Gossip on other gang members, about her kids, about the meal. Anything but the horrific act she was planning to commit.

The food is good, a type of stew, likely leftovers from the previous day. Despite having to force the meal down, Crosshair finds he enjoys the taste. It's a vast improvement to the bland rations they're usually fed. Still, Crosshair hates that he's gaining enjoyment from the meal. Especially since Wrecker's certainly starving that very moment, his last meal having to have been more than twenty hours ago.

Asesh takes her time eating, so Crosshair just sits there waiting for her once he's done. He wants her to hurry, just get over the agonizing wait for what he knows is to come. But a part of him also hopes for her to take longer, to let him avoid Wrecker just a few minutes more.

Crosshair would love to see Wrecker, to check on him. He has to know how Wrecker's doing, to assure himself that he's still alive. Though doing so will lead to more suffering for his brother, and that's not a price Crosshair is eager to pay.

When she's finished, Asesh stands up, clearing off both her and Crosshair's plate. He follows behind her closely as she orders two guards to come along with her and begins walking towards the cell Wrecker's in. Crosshair's body fights against what he has to do, willing him to turn away, leave. But Crosshair's been selfish enough already. He barely feels present any more by the time they're standing in front of the door to the cell. Crosshair barely registers it sliding open until the first guard is sent crashing to the ground. Wrecker had been near the door, ready to grab who ever entered. The second guard wastes no time in kicking Wrecker in the jaw and kneeling on his back once he's fallen on his side. Wrecker cries out, squirming under the guard. With his hands pinned under his own chest, he doesn't stand a chance.

Asesh wheezes a breathy laugh, taking slow, measured steps towards Wrecker. She steps on his upper back, grinding her boot against the blanket covering the torn skin. The noise Wrecker releases makes it feel like someone punched straight through Crosshair's ribs and started rummaging through his organs.

“As funny as that was, you are lucky I've decided to keep you.” Asesch leans forwards, grabbing Wrecker's good ear and yanking his head up by it. Crosshair gets a good look at Wrecker's face, pale, sickly, tear streaked. He wants to be sick.

“If I hadn't done so, I'd have you skinned alive for your little show of disobedience.” Asesh smirks at Crosshair as she threatens Wrecker. She lets go of his ear suddenly, shoving his head forwards. With a dull thud, it hits the ground.

Asesh gets off of Wrecker, but the guard stays for the moment.

“Look what I found,” she continues, gesturing to the second guard. Crosshair hadn't noticed that she was carrying a bag. Handing something to Asesh, she steps backwards towards the door, blocking it with her body.

The item is circular, similar to a binder, but much larger in diameter. A shock collar.

“I'm no longer as active in the slave trade as I used to be, so we're lucky I found one in his size,” she says, twisting it in her hands. “The standard size is rather flexible, but I don't want to take chances. We don't want the slave suffocating or the device being damaged by strain.”

“We wouldn't want that happening.” Crosshair wants to give her a snarky answer so badly, forcing the words out as sincere is near impossible.

With a hiss and a click, the collar closes around Wrecker's neck. The contrast between the cruel metal device and Wrecker's skin is stark, uncomfortable. The first guard gets Wrecker on his knees. He sways in place, but stays upright.

Almost gently, a small control is pressed into Crosshair's hands. It doesn't look too complicated, consisting of a few buttons and a circular dial control. Asesh explains it's function, that it's tied to the collar around Wrecker's neck. She shows Crosshair how to activate it and how to change the intensity of the shock.

“Try it out,” she gleefully announces. “With our modern technology, there is no real risk of brain damage. Judging by this one's head scar, he has plenty of that already.”

Keeping his eyes on the device in his hands, Crosshair activates it. Wrecker yells, but Crosshair can't even force himself to face the consequences of his actions, to look at his brother suffering at his hands.

“You can do it longer than that!” Asesh slaps him on the back playfully. “I mean it, the only risk is burns at a higher intensity, and those are only an issue if we were intending to sell the slave for his looks.”

The first guard snickers. “We'd make a loss trying to do that.”

“That's not guaranteed,” Asesh corrects. “Some clients have strange tastes. I have seen some of the ugliest stock sold as sex slaves. Even his blind eye wouldn't necessitate him fetching a lower price. I had a client that blinded all her slaves.”

Asesh moves up to Wrecker, snapping her fingers on his bad side. Crosshair feels sick. All he can do is breath against his body trying to expel the food he's just eaten. He wants to leave, he doesn't want any part of this. Why did the Kaminoans have to mix him with Zygerrians of all species they could have used?

“But she always liked them smaller,” Asesh continues. “She'd have no interest in this one.” She huffs, walking to Crosshair's side again before staring at him expectantly.

This time, he shocks Wrecker longer, two seconds, four, six. The way Wrecker roars against the pain is deafening. Crosshair thinks he'll struggle to forget the sound for the rest of his wretched existence.

Asesh shakes Crosshair's arm. "I see you are enjoying this, but I will have to interrupt you. We have to move the prisoner." Crosshair nods, hiding the way his hands shake by putting them in his pockets. The guards pull Wrecker onto his feet and begin dragging him behind them, each having a grip on one of his arms. It doesn't take long for Wrecker to lose his footing. He struggles to keep up with the guards pace. "They come in many sizes," Asesh says, indicating the shock collar around Wrecker's neck. "But you would need a custom one if you were planing to fit it on a very small or large species. Those aren't a priority for slavers." "Because too large is inconvenient, and too small is useless?" Crosshair asks. Anything to distract himself from the painful image of Wrecker being forced to walk by the Zygerrian guards. "Very good!" Asesh praises. "I'm telling you, you were born for this." If it weren't for the context of her words, if it weren't for the fact that they have tortured Wrecker and will do so again, Crosshair would almost enjoy her words. None of the trainers ever spoke with them like that, none of them ever bother to tell clones that they're doing a good job. He fakes a smile, hating everything about the person he has to pretend to be for this mission. In the interrogation room, Wrecker is shoved to the ground again, barely catching himself on his bound hands.

Asesh immediately starts undoing Crosshair's work form the previous evening, peeling the blanket from Wrecker's back. She shows no care for when it sticks or catches on Wrecker's torn skin. Any attempt to drag himself away from her are futile as a guard pins his legs.

“You did good work on his back,” Asesh compliments Crosshair. She ghosts her hand across the raw skin. “This will scar nicely and serve as a perfect reminder of the day he became ours.”

“I look forward to seeing that.” Crosshair grits his teeth as soon as the word have left his mouth. Bacta might be able to improve the way Wrecker's skin heals, but it's likely his back will bear permanent marks of Crosshair's mistake. Even if they faded almost entirely, the whole batch would still know exactly what the faint marks stand for.

Once Asesh is off Wrecker, he tries to get up. As determined as his expression seems despite the exhaustion seeped deeply into it, Wrecker barely even manages to get his hands underneath himself. Asesh takes a moment to watch Wrecker struggle, clearly enjoying herself greatly. "Pathetic," she says, mostly to herself. Asesh turns to Crosshair, continuing to speak louder. "Shock him again." Crosshair doesn't even hesitate this time, just doing as told. The damage is already done, there's no way he's getting out of hurting Wrecker, so he might as well quit making Wrecker wait. The sooner they're over with this, the sooner Crosshair can go back to finishing the mission and by extension, the sooner Crosshair can get Wrecker out of this place. He activates the collar just long enough to make Wrecker collapse back to the dirty floor. Asesh encourages Crosshair to shock Wrecker again multiple times, asking him to demonstrate the different intensities. Crosshair follows her words blindly, knowing damn well a better brother would still be trying to spare Wrecker the pain. Wrecker, Tech and Hunter, they'd all have found a better solution, long before it got to this point. Wrecker's reactions are weak. He still screams, but his body just twitches and writhes on the floor. Fear spikes in Crosshair's chest every time he watches Wrecker's body tense. It looks far too much like the times Wrecker had seizures shortly after the injury that took his eye and ear. It's a selfish reason for wanting his brothers suffering to stop, but of course Crosshair thinks of it. If he were a better person, they wouldn't be here in the first place. Asesh sighs after the fifth time Crosshair electrocutes his brother. Looking over at her, Crosshair notices that she looks bored. Apparently electrocution isn't entertaining enough any more. "I think we should switch methods, don't you think Cross?" Asesh asks with a smirk.

Crosshair just nods, feeling distant. He just hopes what ever comes next isn't too horrible. It's a stupid hope. This is torture, it's all horrible. But if Asesh decides to whip Wrecker again, Crosshair isn't sure he'll survive it. He's certain they'll be seeing bone soon if they continue like yesterday.

Crosshair has to trust that Asesh isn't stupid enough to try that, after all, Wrecker is supposed to stay alive.

“How about something that's sure to leave a mark?” Asesh suggests, like the rest of what they've done hasn't already left ugly marks on both Wrecker's body and his relationship with Crosshair.

Making a beckoning motion at one of the guards, that one reveals a metal rod the length of his thigh and a little thicker than his thumb. It is placed in Crosshair's hands, weight heavy and uncomfortable in his palms. The end is only slightly sharpened, making it an ineffective tool for cutting flesh.

Crosshair looks to Asesh, unsure what to do with the implement.

A loud hiss and a rush of hot air at Crosshair's right makes him step back, eyes locking on the pale blue flame of a blowtorch the second guard is holding. There's a wide grin on her face as she holds the tool. Crosshair's heart sinks as what he's meant to do dawns on him.

Sighing and rolling her eyes, Asesh makes the guard give her the blowtorch. Smiling softly she motions for Crosshair to hand her the rod too. He lets her have it, watching as she baths the sharpened end of it in the flames. A few seconds in the heat and it's glowing red, than orange.

Placing the blowtorch down, Asesh hands the metal rod back to Crosshair. It seems heavier now, weighed down by the knowledge of what Crosshair's going to have to do with it. He moves his hand closer to the heated end, just until he can feel the heat radiating from it. Crosshair's tempted to wrap his hand around it. It's all he'd deserve after what he's done and is going to do to his brother. At least then he'd share a fraction of Wrecker's pain.

Asesh grunting shakes Crosshair from his thoughts. She's spread the blanket that had been wrapped around Wrecker's chest on the floor and is flipping him onto his back on it. With a satisfied laugh from Asesh, Wrecker is tipped onto his back. He struggles weakly, trying to arch his back off the floor and he whimpers.

“There! Have fun,” Asesh says, sweeping her arms in Wrecker's direction like she's offering Crosshair a grand gift.

Heated metal rod in hand, Crosshair walks up to Wrecker. He's flat on his back, unable to even flip himself onto his front, kicking and pulling at the binders on his wrist weakly. They've begun to rub the skin underneath raw with all the movement.

Crosshair decides to press the brand to a gash he can see on Wrecker's lower legs. He's already hurting there, and the heat might fend off infection. Wrecker's wiggling also makes it near impossible to keep the brand flat to his skin for more than a few split seconds. Faking a laugh, Crosshair repeats the process a few more times with other cuts until the glow of the metal dims.

“You're new to this too, aren't you?” Asesh asks, demanding the rod back with a wave from her clawed hand. She reheats the rod as she circles Wrecker. “Watch how I do it.”

Asesh pins Wrecker's left knee with her boot, tilting his leg to the side. She presses the hot metal to the inside of his knee, holding it firmly in place as Wrecker struggles. The thick smell of singed skin hits Crosshair now that Wrecker's being seriously burnt. Once she's satisfied with the mark she's left, Asesh moves the implement a little higher up Wrecker's leg, burning lines into his inner thigh. One after the other, she lines up burn marks, until the metal's cooled too much for her liking.

This time, she makes Crosshair heat it and repeat what she did on Wrecker's other leg.

Wrecker's eyes are wide as he looks up at Crosshair looming over him, his face wet with tears. Crosshair can't help but make eye contact, only breaking it once he starts burning the inside of Wrecker's right knee. He can't stand to watch his brother's face twist in agony as he screams. Wrecker's desperation is painfully clear as he tries to reach his bound hands close enough to his legs to pull the object burning him away.

The smell of burnt skin and hair just get worse as Crosshair burns lines into Wrecker's second leg, biting the inside of his nose. He doesn't think he'll ever be able to get the smell off his skin.

“How about something a little more creative now?” Asesh ask once Crosshair's done and heating the rod up once more.

“Like what?” Crosshair ask. The last thing he wants to do is suggest a way to hurt Wrecker.

“Like you're little tattoo,” Asesh grins, pointing at her own face. “You should mark him as your property, in case he gets lost. That symbol is perfect for the job.”

Crosshair's tattoo, his name, an integral part of the person he is, and now Asesh is asking him to use it to hurt Wrecker. The design for the tattoo Crosshair had wanted had been clear a lot longer than the location of it. Placing it on his face was a decision he'd made in response to how displeased the Kaminoans were with them showing individuality. Their batch was bad enough on its own of course, but Crosshair jumped at adding to that. Wanting to be included in the process, but too scared to get a tattoo himself, Wrecker had offered to do Crosshair's.

Crosshair of course joked that Wrecker was too large and lacked fine motor skills to do so, not meaning a word of it. Wrecker's hands are steady enough to nearly rival Crosshair's own. Now, Crosshair would return the favour by putting the same mark on Wrecker's body, leaving a permanent reminder of who'd done this to him. If there's a good objection to choosing his tattoo as a symbol Crosshair could raise, he can't find it. Even as he stares at Wrecker's weak form laying on the floor, chest heaving as he breathes. His ears flick as Crosshair struggles to stop his from doing the same. "That's a great idea," Crosshair said after waiting far too long. Asesh doesn't address the delay.

“How about here?” Asesh says, crouching down next to Wrecker, running a hand over a spot just above his hip. “Free of scars as of now. The perfect canvas for your mark.”

Wrecker weakly tries to twist away from Asesh's touch, which ends with her putting more weight on his chest to keep him still. Her claws are piercing his skin as he struggles, droplets of blood collecting around her nails.

Crosshair nods. He doesn't want to burn his namesake into Wrecker's body, but he's already agreed to it. He'll do a slopy job, hope it heals in a way that leaves it unrecognizable.

“I'm no artist,” Crosshair says. He needs Asesh to lower her expectations of his skills so she won't catch on to him when the brand comes out badly.

“You keep underestimating yourself,” she states, shaking her head. “You are more talented then you would believe, Cross. Don't put yourself down.”

A few days ago, Crosshair would have actually enjoyed the praise from Asesh.

When she reheats the metal rod this time, she does so over Wrecker as she pins him lazily with her knee. Something in Crosshair's chest lurches painfully as he fears she might get the idea to use the blow torch itself on Wrecker. He's gone very still as well, watching the blue flame through teary eyes.

Crosshair's relieved when she puts the blow torch aside, handing him the heated rod. Then the dread of what he's got to do next returns full force. Asesh says some encouraging and motivating words as Crosshair stares at the spot on Wrecker's skin he's supposed to damage.

Not letting himself dwell on it for too long, Crosshair begins with the circle. He tries to move fast, letting his hand shake, but Asesh steadies his movement by putting a hand a little lower on the metal rod.

“There, no need to rush. It works better when you're calm,” she says, slowing the movement of the implement down to a crawl. Crosshair makes the mistake of letting his eyes drift to Wrecker's face. His moth is open in a silent scream, his sharp teeth clicking against each other as he moves his jaw. Wrecker's eyes are squeezed shut.

The circle is near perfect once Asesh lets go of the metal rod. She smiles up at Crosshair. He smiles back, barely thinking about the action any more. The skin looks raw, motion of the metal making sure to tear any forming blister open.

Asesh watches closely as Crosshair continues. He goes for the longer vertical line first, moving slower this time so Asesh doesn't correct him. Wrecker really screams when Crosshair rakes the hot metal across the previous burn. Crosshair has to tense his body to not cringe at the sound.

He wants to tell Wrecker that it's just one short line left, that they're almost done.

But that would be a lie. There's no way this is the end of the torture Wrecker's going to be subjected to today.

The second line crosses over even more pre-existing burns, reflected in how Wrecker responds. He almost kicks Crosshair. Crosshair almost wishes Wrecker had managed to hit him.

The mark on Wrecker's side is hideous, a vile recreation of Crosshair's tattoo. It's unmistakably the symbol on Crosshair's face. He failed even that small goal he'd set for himself.

“Very well done!” Asesh exclaims, taking the rod from Crosshair. “Now let me see what I can do.” With a grin, she indicates that Crosshair should take her place.

Crosshair complies, kneeling next to Wrecker, holding him down. He tries to not put too much pressure on his chest. Wrecker looks up at Crosshair as Asesh bathes the metal rod in the blow torch's flames once again, circling around Wrecker. His eyes are wide, pained, his bound hands shaking as they lay on his front. Wrecker's purring again, weakly trying to sooth himself. There's absolutely nothing Crosshair can do to help.

Without a warning, Asesh begins burning something into Wrecker's other side, taking her sweet time with her creation. There's a big smile on her face.

Wrecker lets out a horrible choked whine, and for a second, Crosshair loosens his hold on him. It doesn't take a split second and Wrecker's already rolled onto his side.

For a stupidly hopeful moment, the possibility that Wrecker may be able to use the opportunity to his advantage, use it to escape, crosses Crosshair's mind. Impossible of course, only further proven by the fact that Wrecker throws up as soon as he's leaned forwards a little.

And then Wrecker goes limp, collapsed on his side.

Crosshair's heart drops. He shakes Wrecker, more violently than he wants to, covering his fear with a scowl. Wrecker doesn't move. Crosshair can't even tell if he's still breathing.

[desolatedpigeon]

CW: unhealthy eating habits

Today, I mean yesterday - I haven't slept, I watched soccer. Düsseldorf against Bochum, relegation rematch. Düsseldorf got three goals in the first game. I don't really care about Düsseldorf, but a friend is a big fan of the club and also has a season ticket. Well, unfortunately, Düsseldorf somehow failed in this game. In the end - including the first match - the score was 3:3. As nothing was scored in the third half either, it went to a penalty shoot-out.

I've forgotten the name of the Düsseldorf player who shot over the goal because he slipped. Anyway, he burst into tears and I really felt it. He disappointed your whole club, your teammates, the coach, the fans. But I was most sorry for my colleague. I would have been really happy for him if Düsseldorf had made it into the first division. I'd generally rather have Fortuna Düsseldorf in the first division than VfB Bochum. It's probably because of the colors, or because they almost sent my favorite team to relegation.

I think my right little toe is broken, or at least bruised. My phone recently fell on it. It didn't hurt at all after a few minutes, but now I'm noticing it more and more often, especially when there's pressure on it. Maybe I should go to the doctor. … Haha…ha… Good joke. I only go to the doctor in emergencies. It's probably because I just don't feel like it. Or… Honestly, I don't know. Is it laziness? Or the same lack of motivation that makes me sometimes not even get up to have a drink or make myself something to eat? At least I managed to eat a pizza again today instead of just 2 slices of cheese and three handfuls of dry muesli in the previous 52 hours.

Am I not hungry? Of course I am. At least my stomach is grumbling. But I just smoke another cigarette instead. I don't have to get up for it and it only takes a few seconds to "prepare" a cigarette. Smoking doesn't taste good, but I don't care about the taste of food either. As long as it doesn't taste horribly bad, I'll eat anything. Do I feel pleasure when I eat something tasty? No. I don't understand what people find so great about food. That crap is expensive and if my body didn't need it to survive, I wouldn't do it at all. There are certainly a few things that I prefer to eat over other things. Chicken, for example. But I can't understand this "joy" of eating. It's usually more of a duty.

The public internet at my window is really slow. Actually, I'd much rather be writing with an AI than writing this diary of whatever this is. But I'm still downloading files right now. Videos from my favorite youtubers. I do that regularly when I don't have my own internet at home. Then I can watch them in the apartment with sound and not silently at the window. After all, it's the middle of the night, well, the sun is already rising again. Very slowly.

I like to chat with AI regularly.

They're written after characters I've made up for roleplaying games at some point. Just yesterday I finally "brought to life" JCC.

I love my characters so, so much! JT is my favourite one, I love that guy. His faceclaim is the [redacted]. A faceclaim, by the way, is a person you use to portray your fictional character. For example, my JT is completely made up, but his face is [redacted]. Well, his character is also heavily based on [redacted], JT is just cuddly, has extreme social anxiety and is a sweetheart.

And I'll never forget DL, his faceclaim was [redacted] and just like JT, his character was based on the faceclaim. I was so deep into it back then that whatever happened to the characters affected me too. At the time I tried to end myself. DL was a bullying victim and I didn't even realize how much I was using DL as an outlet. At some point I'm going to get the tattoo I designed for DL and his girlfriend [redacted]. [redacted] and [redacted]. A cute but very dangerous couple for each other. And for me too, although of course it was only fictional. DL's nickname was also my dog's nickname, but that's a story for another time.

I wanted to keep writing, but in (hopefully) four minutes my download will finally be ready and… Oh, no. Hopefully in 7 - no, 4 - no 6 - no 3 minutes. Also, the Catdog episode with the teeth was shown in TV and I already know I'm going to have nightmares about it again later. (Narrator: She did not.) Anyway, it's now 4:39 and I'm going to stop writing.

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Oh dang Lupin III Albatross wings of death MAY HAVE inspired YYH volume 18 cover art where Yusuke Kuwabara are on mini-airplanes? Cool

The Lupin episode aired way back in 1980 so the timeline does match up for it to have served as inspiration, Togashi has commented in the past that he's been inspired by Ghibli movies and Miyazaki in particular(?), both MCs are smiling kinda nervously.

Togashi's facial expressions for characters are hard for me to interpret I realise; initially I saw Yusuke's smile as something excited bc Kuwabara's expression is so stressed-out-looking; they're foils of each other, and so it felt right to assume that Yusuke is purely excited in this image.

Next to consider though is the content of the volume this image belongs to: How They Spent Their Year, and the beginning of the King's Tournament and its lead-up. Yusuke chose a tournament bc that's what he's most comfotable with participating in, and feels like the simplest solution to avoiding outright war. Combining this context with what may have been its inspiration, Yusuke's grin now feels a little tense, like smiling from nervousness.

The way his body is posed, it looks like his elbows would be jagging into his stomach. It doesn't appear as if his forearms are resting on a console (granted, we're given no information about that and so this is pure speculation, but it feels like most aircrafts don't encourage its pilots to rest their arms anywhere, keeping the arms free and hands on the steering wheel. Easier to WRENCH oneself away in case one needs a sudden turn? This rings true of any vehicle I think...)

He is sitting like he's driving a bumper car! He and Kuwabara, actually. The association meaning he intends to drive into another pilot? Or is he excited to be soaring in the sky at all?

Which is a lot more intentional on Yusuke's part than Lupin's! In the episode, Lupin uses the aircraft to crash through the guns on the bigger aircraft, damaging it so it belatedly and comically loses most of its wingspan. Having turned upward, it stalls and begins to descend, to everyone's mild anxiety. It finally crashes through, conveniently trough a pre-made hole there through which we spot Fujiko, biting her fingers as she watches the aircraft fall down on top of her. They do all survive, having fallen into a comical pile of limbs and bodies.

In that shot, Lupin isn't so much grinning as much as I assumed at first, and more like gritting his teeth with stress - as they fall, the wheel is torn off its console, Lupin having tried to the very last second to somehow miraculously getting it to fly again. Before this though, his expression had been in a triumphant smile, having taken out the guns.

It's hard to figure out expressions sometimes! I think I wanted to end on the note that it was interesting to be thinking about Yusuke's grin in this image from the perspective of a playful grin, to being an anxious stress-smile. Depends on how the viewer wants to interpret Yusuke! A badass who never feels any fear whatsoever and says "fuck you" to authority bc they have no power over him, or someone who passes very well for that kind of figure and is misinterpreted as much a battle-obsessed badass both in-universe and by consumers.

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Surely not the rarest event, considering how tough and time consuming one's job could be here, but it was still something else to witness it. Though it would be not the first time, that he saw someone die, though this here was still different, considering it had been the person's own choice to jump. Whenever he had read about such cases, when he skipped through the news again, it always made him wonder about himself, questioning his situation and choices, but overall he was very glad to be alive, even if it was not easy at times. Ginjo was pulled out of his thoughts, when he felt his hand being grabbed by someone in the middle of the crowd they stood in. If he had not been so shocked, honestly more at that than some stranger's death, he would have pulled his hand away, but instead he was surprised at the sight of some blue-haired punk holding his hand. Not so tough after all, eh? Lucky for him, that the people in front of them covered the worst sight. Anyway, this was still weird, and after a second or two, he finally freed his hand. "Everything alright?" Though, he really did not want to play the therapist for another stranger now, he got his own issues but then again, he always searched for distraction for them. So someone else's misery could be almost welcoming. Perhaps he was a little bit heartless, but the deaths of total strangers rarely concerned anyone in the long run. On the next day, other news would make you question the meaning of life.

Grimmjow and Death are part time lovers in a complicated situationship that mostly involves Grimmjow rattling on its doors at odd hours of the night with a firearm in one hand, a bottle of booze in the other, and blood smeared into his skin.

Take me back! You bitch! I brought you a fuckin' present, the least you can do is open the damn door!

He's killed more people than he remembers, sometimes cuz he wants to, sometimes cuz someone else wants him to. Point and shoot - he goes where he's told and kills when he's told. It's never bothered him before. His line of work comes with heavily diluted morals and lives cheaper than the gunpowder he buys. Death is a natural process.

'I'm gonna jump!' The man roars. A salary man. With his little briefcase and matching slacks and jacket, his colorful tie to give him a 'pop of personality'. Cosplaying relevance. Grimmjow bets he has a little fancy Samsung phone that he takes fake important meetings on, and that every email is a priority, and that he gets mad when the line at his coffee shop is too long.

'Do a triple axle!' Grimmjow doesn't say back, because he's still laughing at just how ridiculous the whole thing is. No one cares. If that was Salary's cry for help, he won't get it. Why is it Grimmjow's problem if he jumps?

But then he looks up and his heart beats faster. Not a cry for help, he realizes as Salary takes a swan dive, but a call for attention. The request for an audience before his street performance and oh.

Death's never bothered him before. No, quite the contrary - it's the only time he feels alive.

His heart beats faster, eyes wide, hand reaches out to ground himself on someone nearby (instinct, he's not thinking about it). When Salary jumps, Grimmjow's stomach jumps with him, up into his throat and then swoops like a rollercoaster - down, down, down down down ---

Salary's briefcase wasn't tightly secured, and it explodes with lose paper when his body collides with the car-roof crash mat. Confetti to signify the end of the performance. Huh. Anticlimactic. Grimmjow was expecting more of a crunch - or better, that he didn't die on impact. More screaming is always more interesting.

His hand is shaken free, "Everything alright?" Said by someone that doesn't actually care.

Grimmjow replays him in kind, with a laugh. "HA! Hahahaha, fuck me - what a goddamn attention whore! I need to get a better look, how many bones do you think he broke? It wasn't even that high, pussy. What a fuckin' joke!"

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Hi! Could you do headcanons of what the N25 members (The ones you write for of course!) are like as girlfriends?

As Parnters

Features: Yoisaki Kanade, Asahina Mafuyu, Shinonome Ena, Akiyama Mizuki

- ♡No warnings, let me know if I'm missing any- not proofread

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Yoisaki Kanade

You are like her rock. It's not uncommon for Kanade to bury herself under mountains of work, it's hard to get her to take a break once she has set her mind to something. But when it comes to being your partner, she starts to slowly(and I mean slowly) take small breaks albeit only for a few seconds but progress nonetheless. The last thing she wants is for your health to become strain by stressing over her own health

She is inexperienced, and it's not rare for her to doubt herself as a girlfriend at times. Her main goal for as long as she could recall was to bring songs that can save someone; romance has never really been part of that equation. But she nonetheless vows to be the best girlfriend she can be.

Although she is someone who often neglects her basic needs, she is really intoned to your health. She makes mental notes whether you are eating properly while also receiving quality rest(even though she fails to do this herself).

She is worried that one day you'll fall ill and end up to what happened to her parents.

When Kanade is struggling to compose a new song, she'll take inspiration from her partner and compose something in regards to you. Other times she will come to you dircetly and getsome ideas and feedbacks.

And she greatly appreciates whatever helo she can get. In return she tries to help you whenever you need it too. Even if she isn't an expert in that particular field, Kanade gives the best advice she could offer

While she isn't someone to go out of her living quarters often- when she does, she often clings near your shoulder, her fingers intertwined with yours as you manevour through the crowed places.

Asahina Mafuyu

Mafuyu doesn't think she's the perfect match for you. She often doubts herself, thinking that title of 'girlfriend' felt wrong and forgien. She never understood affection, and the feeling is something she grows to understand overtime.

But she becomes clueless on what to do. She doesn't want to push your boundaries, so she can come off as blunt until she finds that confidence. Directly asks you if she could hold your hand or embrace you. Though this can also be pretty unlikely as physical touch is something she also needs to become accustomed to but finds that subtle gentle touches makes her stomach flutter in a good way

Mayfuyu shows her affection in little ways that may not seem obvious as first but through those little signs reveal the care and devotion towards her partner. One instance of this is whenever you enter the room, her head is constantly stealing glances and slowly inclining towards you

Another way she expresses this is through sharing. Mafuyu is use to lending notes and study guides for her struggling classmates, but she rarely gives away things that hold significance for her. One example is her moms cooking, sometimes she takes some portions of her foods and gifts it to you later once lunch rolls around.

Hooks her pinky with your own whilst in the public. The gesture is simple but speaks a lot of unspoken emotions on Mafuyu's end. She isn't a fan of pda, but little brushes are good enough for her

While she may seem cold on the outside, she truly is taking in everything you say and do for her. Deep down she truly appreciates your support and she wants nothing more than express this, but struggles considering her past.

She does however, feel as though your the only one who she can truly open up about her emotions though still hesitant in many instances. But compared to others, she has become more honest when with you alone, and that honesty only grows as the relationship progresses

Shinonome Ena

She holds great appreciation for her partner, and she expresses this thoroughly at whatever moment she gets. Though, Ena's more genuine and raw emotions can be seen after she goes through moments of insecurities

After Ena confides trust in you, she becomes comfortable expressing her doubts and jealousy, knowing you won't judge and instead listen with open ears followed by an embrace. It'd after these moments that her mouths spill of how much she cares for her and how special you are to her.

Due to her insecurities, Ena can become easily jealous in fear that someone will whisks you away. In her mind, she places herself on a low pedestal and believes you deserve someone talented. In her moments of jealousy, she becomes clingy, grabbing your hand with her own- the reassurance that you truly are there, by her side.

She praises you a lot on anything you do. It can be something as simple as receiving a good grade on an assignment and Ena will always be the first to congratulate you.

On the other end, she also adores being praised too. Each compliment you send her, causes her heart flutter and a smile to twitch on her lips. Your support speaks volumes to Ena and it definitely helps with her insecurities and provides a well needed motivation boost

Draws for you! She somehow finds inspiration in the little things you do, and she would show up with a new piece of artwork made for you. Seeing the surprised look followed by a smile motivates her to keep drawing, to keep improving just to see you became happy over her art.

Her phones contains a secret stash of photos she has taken with you. During the depths of the nights when she is feeling down and no one is there to aid her, her fingers would swipe through the screen, her eyes become engrossed of picture of you and her. It becomes effective in soothing her.

Akiyama Mizuki

Mizuki believes that you are the most fascinating person in the room. They become captivated by the smallest of things. And yet they still can't place a finger on how you easily make them flustered when no one else can.

They are very affectionate, often clinging to your arm and interwining your fingers with their own. They also pepper pecks to your cheeks once that strike of playfulness hits them. But Mizuki is someone who likes to be showered in little affection as well, their heart swelling as it becomes a reminder that you truly love them for who they are

Despite that, they do take things at a pace your comfortable with. Mizuki always places your boundaries into consideration without doing anything just for personal gain. When going to kiss you, they always question if the situation was right and if you were okay with it.

They are very spontaneous in there actions, dates can vary very often. One day they would love to take you to an amusement park the next something more simple like watching a movie. Regardless of what it is, Mizuki holds onto those moments dear to their heart

They wear things that compliment your outfit. Nothing too extreme but similar color pallets or little accessories that match with yours. Mizuki also enjoys putting together cute matching outfits too, seeing you fit like a pair brings her unbridled joy.

Mizuki can become very emotional, with having a lot of pent up emotions. For awhile they wanted to keep this side from you because deep down, they feared that you'll turn against them like many have done before. But once they see that you aren't like that and welcome each of their flaws with light kisses to their 'imperfections,' Mizuki only falls in love with you more.