#such a shame a certain *someone* had to ruin everything

[im-kiaraaa]

Remember?

[yandere-paramour]

How has noelle developed since being taken in by atalanta? Style, attitude, before vs. now kinda things

I really like this question which is why I've been thinking about it so long (my apologies). This is a continuation of this if y'all have forgotten. Buckle up, this turned into a long one. I hope it is to your liking.

In a way, Noelle is both the same and different than before Ata. Atalanta correctly identified a diamond in the rough and formed Noelle into the powerhouse we know her to be today, and this is why Noelle is so indebted to her.

When Noelle graduated with her her master's in business, she was 23 and living on her own in a shitty studio apartment. She worked part-time in the school's financial aid department filling in spreadsheets and also picked up night shifts at a 24-hour daycare. There was no talk of love; she could barely take care of herself. She was running out of food, running out of money, and running out of time. She needed to use her degree, so she was applying for every business job she possibly could.

She was desperate. She didn't have many warm clothes and survived mostly on what she could scrounge from the dining hall following a shift. She still thought of herself as a frantic trailer-park kid trying to be something she's not, and she lay awake many a night thinking about having to return home in shame. She wanted better for herself, of course she did, she just didn't have much hope. Why would someone take a chance on her when there were other candidates, ones who could afford a suit and could actually get a good night's sleep before class.

At least, until she got a response from a job. She took the free headshots the school provided, borrowed a too-big suit, and went to the kind of restaurant she should've been serving at, not eating at. Atalanta already knew everything about her situation; she had Zachariah look into Noelle well before they met. Not really the usual person working at Montclair Industries, but Ata believes potential is distributed universally; it can come from anywhere.

Atalanta is nothing if not perceptive. She noticed the way Noelle looked at other patrons having business lunches in the restaurant, the way she hunched her shoulders in shame when they stared at her ill-fitting blazer and skirt, how she completely skipped the wine list and didn't seem to recognize anything on the complicated entree menu. Atalanta ordered for the two of them, making a discrete show of her table manners, wanting to see if Noelle took notice and copied her. To Atalanta's delight, she did.

They discussed Noelle's grades, her approaches to problem-solving, her work experience and strengths and weaknesses. Halfway through the entree, Ata sent a pre-written text for one of her bodyguards to come to the table with a fake story about someone crossing the business, and she gave him vague instructions to "take care of it". Noelle barely batted an eye at the somewhat menacing instructions.

Ata waited until dessert to bring up Noelle's... less-than-savory habits. How Zachariah had evidence of her hacking security cameras, how many in disagreement with Noelle were discovered to have malware and keylogging on their computers, the scores of information found on a sweep of her laptop. Atalanta knew exactly what she'd done and appeared to have compiled concrete evidence, enough evidence to ruin her life. Horrified and certain her life was over, Noelle got up to run, but found herself surrounded. All the other customers were gone, and the staff was all in the back kitchen. There was only Atalanta and her bodyguards.

Atalanta politely asked Noelle to sit back down, explaining that she wasn't in trouble. In fact, she was exactly who Ata needed. Atalanta needed a loyal subordinate, one who could do her bidding at a moment's notice, one who would be loyal to the very end and not bother with moralities. Of course, she would be compensated generously. Atalanta slid a thick folder across the table, along with a check for a thousand dollars. Noelle was to read the contract and take some time to think about Ata's offer; the money was so she could take some days off to think without cost to herself. Atalanta would be in touch in 3 days for an answer. After dropping that bombshell, Ata just... gathered her things and left, waving a nonchalant goodbye.

Noelle called in sick that night at the daycare. She was up all night reading through that pile of papers, checking out the window every few minutes, certain she was being watched. A 300k salary, countless benefits, a job she had never dared to even dream of, there was no question what she had to do, especially with the unknown amount of dangerous information looming behind her. She signed them all and hoped she made the right choice. Obviously knowing her choice, Ata sent a guard to pick up the papers early the next morning, along with some fancy chocolates to celebrate with.

The next few weeks were a whirlwind. Atalanta set Noelle up with a new, huge, apartment closer to the office, furnished it to Noelle's liking, and had her moved in. She sent 7 designer suits so Noelle would have something to wear, and ensured she had transportation and her own bodyguard to protect her. Noelle was highly encouraged to tell either the guard or Ata herself if she needed anything, and she would receive it. Atalanta became akin to a goddess for Noelle; In her eyes, Atalanta Montclair had saved her life and given her everything. She might not have died for Ata, but she would suffer a whole lot for her.

The first few months of working at Montclair Industries were difficult, to say the least. The other people were all clean, polished, ignorant of all suffering and privileged from the day they were born. Noelle... wasn't like them. She envied their easy lives and how blessed they were to be in such circumstances. They didn't know how good they had it. Sure, she had been lucky, Ata had taken pity on her, but surely they could smell the poverty on her, surely they knew what she was. It was difficult for her to get settled in such rapid change, and even though Ata was patient and kind, Noelle struggled. Even if she was doing great, she felt she did everything wrong and that she was always in danger of losing her good fortune. Noelle would fight to the death to keep her job, and to her, all coworkers were serpents ready to swoop in and steal her livelihood.

But as time passed, Noelle calmed down a bit. Atalanta pays well, and Noelle was able to both support her sisters and stash away a good bit for herself. She can afford food that's not the scraps of others and hot water in an un-mildewed shower and a bed that's actually comfortable. She learned how to do her job properly and the way the company ran; Atalanta is queen and what she says goes. Noelle might as well be the grand vizier; she has gained Atalanta's favor and thus can influence what she wants. The serpents? Gone and replaced on Noelle's orders with Ata's uncaring permission.

Noelle accompanies Atalanta on business trips around the world and they grow closer, becoming true friends instead of mistress and servant. Noelle is still as compulsive and thorough about her job and life as she always has been (that's just the way she is), but she knows, barring a colossal mistake, she will not be fired. And even if she is, she has enough saved to support herself until she can find something else (she hates even the thought of this though, it's just a contingency plan just in case). She has worked hard enough to secure herself a comfortable and fulfilling career. She has taken care of herself, provided herself the stability and security she has always craved. She gains the confidence we see in her today, and has now evolved into the steady adult Noelle we know and love.

And this is when she finds herself in need of a Darling.

Noelle is 25, right in the middle of the Intimacy vs. Isolation stage. She has money, her own place, a family that loves her, even a supportive friend; the only thing she doesn't have is... a lover. Atalanta has a lover, Noelle has accompanied the woman on many an outing and even sat with her on her earlier, more... rebellious days. And... Noelle finds herself a bit lonely. She's always had her sisters around and... she's not used to coming home to such a large apartment with no one in it. She finds herself quite... wistful. She wants someone to come home to, someone to spend weekends with, someone to love and hold and take care of. She wants to give herself to someone, to let herself be as vulnerable to someone as she can be. As surrounded as she's always been, she's been... alone. And she doesn't want to be alone anymore.

And this is the root of Noelle, of who she has been since the moment of her birth. Deep deep down, what she really craves is security and love, and that will never change.

[imraespace]

SPECIAL GIFT ! ─ YUUTA

related to the yuuta smau !

happy birthday yuuta!!

YUUTA X READER

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Before you could get a say in anything a sudden bang was heard from your door.. and then another one and then yelling.

"I'm coming!" you yelled as you walked up to your door, opening it and was greeted with your friend and cousins.

Inumaki was the first to flash you his mischievous smile before barging in with wrapping paper and a bow?

"What are you doing?" You asked.

"Nothing!"

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Yuji right now, along with Nobara, had oddly made their way inside Yuuta's dorm and began setting up.

Where is Yuuta?

He's alone in the library, reading whatever books that interests him until he got bored and decided to face time you.

But you're in a bit of a situation.

You answered the call though, in your bathroom while a certain someone is hanging on your door.

"Hi- Is everything okay..?" Yuuta's voice was heard from your phone.

"Hi yuu, yes everything is totally fine! How are you?" You asked, giving him a smile.

"I'm okay I just got bored bu-"

He was cut off by your scream and your door being heard flying open and a familiar laugh.

"Y/N??" Yuuta frantically asked.

But the call was off and all he was left with was the ending call.

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Yuji and Nobara in the other hand was having a great time in his dorm, throwing confetti all over and randomly got cake as well.

Megumi decided to pay them a visit, he got bored in your dorm leaving Maki alone with Inumaki.

Before Megumi can leave the female dorms, he made out a running Yuuta coming close and closer.

"Should I let him ruin the surprise or not.." Megumi mumbled.

He shrugged his shoulders and stood there waiting for Yuuta to come close and then, decided to distract him.

"Hi" Megumi said.

"Have you seen Y/N?" Yuuta asked, getting straight to the point.

"Yeah, she's okay."

"She didn't sound so on the call."

"Oh."

...

"Wanna go for a walk?"

"What?" Yuuta asked out of surprise.

"I mean, okay.."

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Maki and Inumaki, mostly Inuamki, are now staring at the perfect gift ever and now they needed to transport it into Yuuta's dorm.

"So who's gonna lift that?" Maki asked.

"US duh." Inumaki simply stated, rolling his eyes.

Maki sighed as she got hold of the end, Inumaki holding the top and then began exiting the dorm.

Mid way, Inumaki held eye contact with Yuuta and Megumi.

Yuuta, obviously confused at what they are holding, stopped walking and began to just stare.

Megumi, holding his head in shame just grabbed his hand and walked away further from the duo.

"What are they carrying?" Someone mumbled.

"Should we call the police..?"

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After a long walk, the group, minus Megumi, had finally come together and all they needed was Megumi to bring Yuuta!

Nobara was now phoning the boy while giggling at the gift.

And now they are on their way back, lights off and everyone hiding, minus the gift.

The silence was loud until the sound of the door opening was heard.

"Why is it dark in here.." Yuuta mumbled.

"You leave your lights on when you step out?" Megumi asked.

"I wasn't gone for long so I didn't found the need to."

Then finally he turned it on and was greeted with the gift as first then everyone came out from hiding yelling a big an loud:

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

Scaring him, obviously.

"How did you make it in here?" Yuuta asked.

"Forget that! Here's your gift!" Inumaki said as he shifted his gift.

Yuuta, staring long and hard at it then came to realization.

"Is that.."

"No.." The voice from INSIDE the gift said.

"Y/N??" Yuuta yell as he began to unwrap the gift, and was greeting with his now sweating girlfriend.

"FINALLY." You said as you stared at your lover.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY YUU" You exclaimed as you gave him a kiss.

(They poked holes for you to breathe!😉😉)

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@imraespace

[thedemonsurfer]

hi I'm talking about Ruin again

My kingdom for more fancontent with Ruin, especially post-Thanos snap.

Like! Authors were barely using him before, maybe a few fics with him shipped with Solar-- and then the Thanos snapping happened and now there's NOTHING (okay there's not nothing, but at the time of writing this, there are about twoish ongoing fics focused on him and a handful of others where he's a participating character)

AND LIKE. THAT'S SUCH A SHAME??? Ruin went from "alright youre kind of boring as an antagonist" to "I guess you're cute now that you're cured" to EXTREMELY interesting.

He's a villain that isn't an antagonist! He takes Sun's hero complex and Moon's martyr complex to the extreme! The only goal he had was to get rid of the threat offered by the creators, in a permanent and complete way-- and nothing else. He holds no ill will towards anyone else--hell, he's so willing to work with people that he doesn't personally like that it keeps throwing him off when others don't think the same way (like showing up to ask for Moon's help and getting tossed into baby jail and strangled instead).

He doesn't like causing harm. He made certain to stress that the whole dimensional evaporation thing wasn't painful, and he despises Dark Sun for being a sadist. He did his best to sabatogue Bloodmoon’s plan and minimize the damage to Earth.

He's desperate to be helpful and useful to others-- even if they keep taking from him without his consent, he still keeps volunteering. He also has a hilarious response of being belligerent when annoyed with someone, like pretending not to know about the wither shard.

He's exceptionally traumatized. Can you imagine what it was like running around for 50 years pretending you're infected, all the while watching the mental and physical deterioration of everyone you know-- and knowing it's YOUR fault they're like this? And it was the person who MADE you, your actual literal Creator, who first started the infection?

And he has no hope. Everything Ruin has done since Thanos snapping the dimensions has been a kind of filler for him, because he expects to die soon. Actually he's lived longer than I think he expected and didn't really know what to do with himself for a while in there. When/if Dark Sun or Nexus feeds him to the witherstorm, I'll be surprised if he tries to fight back.

Also he keeps getting kidnapped and imprisoned, which is kind of funny. I think we're up to 4 kidnappings, 2 jailbreaks, and 4 imprisonments.

Just like... he's a fascinating guy with strong personal motives, and a much more agreeable personality than our other strongly motivated ex-antagonist, Eclipse. There's a lot of potential to work with, and how to get him out of the hole he's dug himself into. Overcoming the whole "I erased 5000 dimensions, including one that your family member came from, and also indirectly caused a different family member to leave" is just one of the challenges!

I know it's not an issue of "but he's hurt/killed one of the other characters!" Because -points at Blood Moon and Eclipse-. Both (all five? six?) have killed other main characters and been antagonists, and it hasn't stopped folks from writing them. Hell, Eclipse killed his own estranged brother for no reason other than petty revenge, and folks still somehow make it work.

So yeah idk. I think Ruin is really interesting and deserves a bit more attention.

[bibibbon]

smth i hate abt hori is how easy it would’ve been to use the lov to show how hero society lets people slip through the cracks as a result creates villains, but he never fully expands on the idea.

jin’s parents died when he was in *middle school* MIDDLE SCHOOL! which means he could’ve been anywhere between 12-14. and then because of a motorcycle accident that *wasn’t his fault* he got a criminal record, was fired from his job, and became homeless. and then he just spiraled from there.

toga is biologically wired be to fascinated and obsessed with blood. but instead of helping her, her parents are disgusted by her and force her to suppress herself until she inevitably snaps.

dabi is a product of his fathers abuse and it was allowed to go on for decades because his father is a famous pro hero

compress is just an unapologetic evil bastard tho and i love him for that

This is also one of my problems with horis writing!!! Villains in MHA all had wasted potential and I absolutely hated the way their arcs went!

I guess the only arc that I can semi agree on is toga himiko's arc to a certain extent but that even has wasted potential that I talk about down below 👇. I discuss what togas arc could of been and different directions her character could of went.

In my opinion himiko was already introduced as somewhat irredeemable. The first time we see her we are told that she killed 6 people known so far and on around 5 of them she performed blood letting. Also her first victim she literally sliced him up and started drinking his blood (some including I theorise that she maybe even ate some of his body parts). I think it adds to the story simply because togas love or idea of love is based on her becoming that person and having parts of them on her whether that be literal or metaphorical.

I personally like the idea that toga is an irredeemable victim. Toga is someone who was failed by the system and had went through a lot for sure but the actions she did were also things that she should be accounted for ( I talk more about toga and what makes her different from lady nagant in another post). In the end I personally enjoy seeing toga be a humanised not redeemed victim of society that has also commited many crimes.

When it comes to other members of the league I feel like they could of all had better arcs in general.

I remember talking to @doodlegirl1998 and she suggested that twice and togas characters could of very much switched roles as twice is a character who parallels more with ochako (both struggling financially) and hawks would get more repercussions for killing a child (toga). However, I also do like twices death but I do have some problems like how I wish his death would of been thoroughly explored and we see how it impacted everyone or we should of gotten more from twice himself in general.

Dabi deserved better and I really would of wanted him to have a redemption arc, receive some concequences but end up with the todoroki family WITH ENJI DEAD (I HATE HIM!). I hated the whole Dabi always had an ice quirk and that he was just the second choice, always the second choice all along.

Shigaraki and just how much AFO was involved ruined everything for me also Shigaraki knowing about AFO was a horrible twist which made shigarakis characterisation even more inconsistent. I would of liked to see a Shigaraki redemption where he himself works towards one by starting to question AFO and get into the leader role a whole lot more while using the MVA to his advantage to get information, resources and more.

Spinner could of ended up being the better stain and learned form stains mistakes while also changing with shigaraki. I also feel like he needed more build up with his own counterpart like shoji and a thorough explanation and development of the whole hetamorphis discrimination thing.

Compress was evil for fun and it's fun to have those types of characters. One thing that I really would of liked to explore is compress's and magne's interactions. I feel like their arcs could of been interwoven (maybe I ship them a little who knows 🤷‍♀️) magne's death should of had more substance to it and all it just felt lacking and compress's disappearance the same.

Now when it comes to minor villains Iam a huge advocate for MUSTARD!! AND GIVING US A MUSTARD REDEMPTION 👇👇👇

I also think that muscular and moonfish should of obviously went to prison but that this could of been used as a way to shake the leagues trust for shigaraki. If any of the league members were to end up in jail would shigaraki help them? Maybe he won't as he didn't do that to muscular or moonfish or maybe he has stated to care for them more and he would as he is growing into that leadership role.

I would have it so that the Dr garaki is just an evil menace who starts to become much more greedy and manic causing AFO's death and going insane.

Kurogiri or kurooboro in this case would go through a different type arc that's down below.

In the end all of the villain characters or characters that don't up hold the status quo are victims of society. I think your ask could also apply to the hero characters that are also harmed by the system like hawks and izuku.

[bitethedustfools]

New World, New scars (pt 3)

The exam month had come. Yuu was in the living room with books and papers scattered on the table.

His injured hands, which were finally healed by a healing potion, held a pen in a strange manner, slowly dragging it across the paper, stopping for a few seconds before continuing. The hands noticeably became shakier and stiffer.

It seems that the healing potions don't heal everything. The crooked fingers are proof of that.

Still, Grim watched how Yuu struggled before the boy sighed and decided to abandon it to read the notes instead. In Grim's opinion, the writings were pleasing to his eyes, and he could understand them in one glance in comparison to the scrawling from before.

It goes without a doubt that Yuu was very smart and also hardworking. Even that two-toned haired teacher praised Yuu, occasionally giving him candies.

Grim looked at Yuu's hands and decided that he didn't want Yuu to ruin their first exam, so Grim would take the lead. They both are, after all, two-in-one student. It would be awful if Yuu didn't manage to score anything with those hands.

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Grim noticed Yuu roaming around the room where he was at like a ghost haunting the place. Yuu usually doesn't stay in the same room, and if he does, he usually tries to erase his presence.

So therefore, him hovering around and gazing at him from a certain distance became annoying.

"What are you movin around for? You're botherin me," Grim huffed, looking away from the notes he obtained from a certain someone.

Yuu kept looking at him nervously, his sweat dripping and fidgeting with his fingers lightly.

"Are you sure you're going to do the exam instead of me...? I can do it," Yuu said softly, almost carefully.

"No! I can do it. I'm not that dumb! If anythin, you're goin to make us fail with those hands of yours."

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

Grim saw Yuu glanced at his hands for a short moment before hiding them behind his back, expression down as though he's shameful.

"So sit down! I'm gonna ace this exam all by myself!" Grim huffed once more after he said those words as if it would calm Yuu down.

-

Despite not doing anything troublesome like the exam, Yuu grew even more nerve-wracking just watching by the sidelines, fearing that Grim would mess it up, to which Grim assured confidently and exasperatedly that he won't.

His confidence only soared higher when he received high scores and he shoved it to Yuu, who flinched at the sudden action.

Grim dismissed it. After all, he did a very good job of it, so Yuu will definitely be impressed by it, so he held it up with pride.

"85...?" Yuu's voice trembled, and his eyes widened with horror. Grim heard Yuu mumbling from underneath his breath how the teacher won't accept this and will be angry.

Yuu began to shed tears when he saw Ace's and Deuce's marks but not from happiness as he expected. His expression looked frightened and alarmed.

"Hey, it's closer to 100. That's fine, isn't it?" said Ace, trying to comfort Yuu, who is not participating in the exam yet was unusually upset at their marks. "That's not a terrible mark at all!"

"Yes, it is... Master Crewel is going to get angry..." said Yuu with certainty and fear.

Grim thought that the three of them definitely have the same idea in mind at that time, but none spoke them out loud.

-

Contrary to Yuu's words, Professor Crewel does not punish them, but he does look at them all suspiciously.

And now, it's their turn to be scared. Grim didn't expect that all of them actually made a deal with Azul, that scammer!

Upon learning of this fact, Yuu's expression turned to be even more horrified. He hugged himself, and he began to bite the flesh between the thumb and the wrist, almost piercing through them and drawing blood.

Yuu seemed to be in his own world that his words became incoherent, but some managed to understand a few of what he's saying.

"Cheating, lies, not allowed, punished, beaten, angry, apologize..."

A story formed in their head in an instant, but Grim doesn't understand why they would get beaten for that alone?

His question remained unanswered because everyone who managed to strike a deal with Azul sprouted an anemone on top of their head and began to march to the Octavinelle dorm.

Yuu, despite trembling like a shaky leaf, remained still amongst the moving crowd, looking hesitant, as though he will end up in a terrible situation if he followed them.

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Grim, Ace, and Deuce didn't see Yuu that much after they started working in the Mostro Lounge. Grim did meet Yuu at the dorm, but he hardly gave any attention and just dropped on the spot and snooze.

He had never worked so hard in his entire life, and that made Grim think that it's not worth making a deal with the devil.

But then he thought of the reason why he accepted, and he can only grumble loudly as his tiny paws washed yet another dirty dish.

Surely... this isn't as hard as...

He yowled as the water splashed on his face.

-

They met again during lunch after who knows how long, but Grim is exhausted that time seemed to blend together. The same thing goes for Ace and Deuce as they all dragged their feet to find their table, resisting the urge to sleep.

Yuu, who is somehow accompanied by a very decent Savanaclaw student by the name of Jack, easily spotted them and carefully sat right next to them. His eyes flitted across all three expressions as though he's looking for something, only to slacken the tension in his shoulders.

It did not last long when the Leeches twins invited themselves in, but Grim no longer took notice of this the moment the twins suggested that there is a way for them to be free.

Yuu needed to make a deal with Azul.

It did not last a minute; Yuu buckled instantly under their pleadings to save them. They all cheered, ignoring Jack scolding them.

"You know, for the first time, I think I'm ready to recognize you as our prefect," said Grim, feeling elated at Yuu for the first time.

The smile on Yuu's face immediately went strained, and his gaze was lowered. Grim saw his still injured fingers clenched tightly on his pants as though it wasn't hurt days ago.

"I'm... glad I'm useful," Yuu said.

Maybe Grim should have shut his mouth.

-

Grim still stayed on the bed, and Yuu on the floor.

Grim slept to the scent of salt and the quiet sobbings accompanying the cold night.

-

Grim sneaked out of the kitchen to the VIP room on the day Yuu came to make a deal, a trail of wet spots formed on the carpet as he made his way over there.

He heard voices, and he, who at first wanted to recklessly barge in, suddenly out of character, stopped to lean on the door so he could listen in.

"...You see, prefect, my understanding is that you have no innate magical power." Came Azul's voice.

"You're not gifted with a beautiful voice, nor are you heir to any kingdom. You also do not possess any outstanding and useful skills. You're an utterly run-of-the-mill human in every possible way. Considering the big ask you're making of me, I would need considerable collateral."

It was insults, no matter how many different angles and how many times he tried to listen. If it was Grim whom Azul had told that face to face, he would no doubt be blown up with rage and yell back.

However, Yuu only replied with two words, spoken softly and without stuttering as though he had known that a long time ago and had long accepted it.

"I know."

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Since Yuu had put the ramshackle dorm as collateral, they both were kicked out of their only shelter into the cold night.

Ace, Deuce, and even Jack offered to help them. The Adeuce insisted Yuu go with them instead of Jack; after all, Jack is from Savanaclaw, and Yuu and that dorm don't mix well together.

Except that didn't happen.

Yuu followed Jack, and he let Grim follow Ace and Deuce.

-

His sleep that night was filled with snores, the rustling of someone moving in their sleep, and a faint smell of roses that was enough not to irritate his nose.

It felt strange that Yuu was not here.

He was awake for hours and he doesn't remember what time it was when he had fallen asleep.

-

Grim does not know what happened to Yuu that same night. But the next day, he spotted bruises blooming all over Yuu's body that Grim suspected some of his ribs might have broken. There were also a few band-aids here and there, and even the face was not spared.

Grim suddenly went mad over this, yelling at Jack, who followed Yuu guiltily. Even Ace and Deuce joined as well, occasionally scolding Yuu lightly for even choosing the place where most students beat him up.

"I'm sorry... I... didn't want to bother you," Yuu murmured, the injuries making him look even more pathetic.

Their anger didn't last long upon seeing this and told him to come to their dorm instead.

Yuu merely shook his head, "I won... fair and square. I'll do my part well."

Nobody knows what he meant by this.

-

They cornered Jack when he's alone after their attempted to steal the photograph failed.

"What does Yuu mean?"

"Why is he hurt like that?"

"What did you do?"

Plenty of accusations were thrown at him that Jack's stern expression twisted into something complicated.

What left his mouth only stunned them even more.

In exchange to live there, Yuu had to be a gopher and also fight and win. And win he did, even as his body is blue and black and his form is close to a deathbed.

There's no benefit in living there and winning said fight if being beaten up and being a gopher awaited him there.

Grim was right when he said that Yuu was a coward and an idiot.

A coward because Yuu cannot say no so he does what Leona said and an idiot for not realizing that there's nothing good that will bring to him in that place.

-

Despite everything, Yuu still went there.

But Grim supposed that there's another reason why he needed to get what Azul wanted to get the ramshackle dorm back.

-

Yuu came up with a plan on the last day when everyone is starting to lose hope. It was simple. Too simple just like the time he came up with in the Dwarf mine, yet it proved to be effective.

The day they initiated the plan also went smoothly that not even the closed museum could ever obstructed said plan with the help of Ace.

Grim rather liked a smart Yuu rather than an idiot, but it is too bad that this showcase of intelligence is very limited and not available most of the time.

But it was on this very same day that Grim realized just how truly smart Yuu is.

Grim had learned Yuu had done something to Leona for him to join his plan, a second plan that no one in the group knows. Yuu and the rest were simply bait, but who would have thought that both plans succeeded anyway.

Grim wondered why it's only time like this that Yuu started to take the lead when he's usually the one who is following and endured.

-

Azul overbloated after that; his lower half became that of an octopus and Grim thought that everything can be handled since they've beaten Riddle and Leona before.

This proved to be a bit difficult seeing as Azul had stolen half of their magic and used it against them. Offensive and defensive, he had it all much to Grim's displeasure.

Azul, just like Leona before, reached out to Yuu with one of those octopus legs the moment his eyes laid on him. Eyes dilated with anger and hatred, only to replace with malicious glee when he caught Yuu who stood still like a sacrifice.

Again with that.

Grim thought he imagined it last time but he really did it again.

Yuu cried and gasped for air as Azul choked the life out of him while everyone is screaming for his name.

Grim thought Yuu hated being beaten up, thought he's scared of it.

So why is he smiling?

-

Grim never got his answer, feeling quite lost and confused with how Yuu acted. The others seemed to know, seemed to understand what Yuu is thinking even if it's just snippets.

But Grim is not as smart as Yuu, so Grim could never understand what goes through Yuu's mind.

The moment the monster got defeated, Grim quickly ate the black magestone the monster left behind to distract himself.

Yuu was currently knocked out cold on the floor, surrounded by his friends who have disheveled appearances. No doubt, they will scold him when he woke up later.

-

They did scold him when he regained consciousness.

Yuu apologized pathetically and said that he was scared he couldn't move his feet. He shed tears and trembled upon being stared upon.

But that's not what Grim saw earlier. Yet, he kept his mouth shut anyway.

[devildom-moss]

December poll story

NSFW - Solomon x Barbatos x MC

(Barbatos x Solomon x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (dom-leaning-switch!top!Barbatos / sub!bottom!Solomon / dom!top!MC) (MC with a dick or strap on; oral/blowjob - Sol for Barbs; jealous sex; pre-cum tasting; anal fingering - Sol receiving; slightly bratty Solomon; mostly gentle dom MC; sadistic Barbatos; double anal - Sol receiving; Solomon's hands restrained by Barbatos; slight overstim; anal creampie; standing/against the wall sex; no explicit mention of MC orgasm sorry; Solomon is so whiny and needy and desperate for reader)

Word Count: +2,800

You were delighted that Barbatos not only had the night off but was willing to come over to Cocytus Hall and help you cook dinner. Cooking at the castle had its positives, like high-end tools and an enormous pantry, but seeing Barbatos in the relatively humble kitchen at Cocytus Hall felt more intimate. It wasn’t as if you could peacefully prepare a meal with Solomon here. Sometimes, you just wanted someone to help you in your kitchen without being worried that something was going to explode or that your entire meal would be ruined.

“I’m back,” Solomon yelled from down the hall. “It smells amazing in here. What are you –”

Solomon stopped dead in the doorframe, jaw clenched tight. The only movement on his end was the darting of his eyes between you and Barbatos. His stunned silence caused you to turn around and see what was wrong. Barbatos followed your gaze, looking over his shoulder at the recently returned sorcerer.

“Solomon,” Barbatos greeted him coldly – losing every ounce of emotion he had given you mere minutes ago.

“Barbatos, what are you doing with my – my . . . apprentice?” Solomon questioned him cautiously, almost allowing a more affectionate term to slip from his lips.

“He’s helping me make dinner,” you informed him. “Is that why you malfunctioned?”

“I didn’t malfunction. I just wasn’t expecting to see anyone else in our kitchen.”

“Is that so?” Barbatos hummed, turning his head so he could get back to mincing the garlic.

Solomon narrowed his eyes in annoyance briefly and rolled up his sleeves. As he walked towards the kitchen sink, he insisted, “Well, let me assist you, too. I’m sure I can help.”

“I’d rather you didn’t,” Barbatos replied.

“We’ve got everything under control, Solomon, really. You can relax,” you reassured him, hoping the sweetness you mustered up in your tone would be enough to ward him off. Solomon’s shoulders dropped, and he frowned but made no move to leave. You turned back around to continue chopping the vegetables. Maybe you could convince Solomon to take a nice long bath while you and Barbatos finished dinner.

Just as you were about to gently urge Solomon to get out of the kitchen, you felt Barbatos come up behind you. He put one arm up – coincidentally between you and Solomon – and reached for the cupboard above your head. His body was pressed firmly against your back and his breath was hot on your skin. “Ah. My apologies, MC. Your hands were busy, and I didn’t want to disturb you, but I thought I saw the spices that I brought over for you the other day in here. I must have been mistaken.”

“Pantry. Front of the shelf – just below eye level,” you informed him. Barbatos chuckled and went to check the pantry. You didn’t particularly want him to move, but if Solomon was forced to witness that for a second longer, you were certain he would come for Barbatos’s throat. You could feel Solomon’s anger from across the room.

“Let me help, instead.” Solomon insisted, catching Barbatos by the shoulder as he made his way to the stove. “You should go home, Barbatos.”

“Don’t be rude. Barbatos came all the way out here, and he’s helping prepare dinner for you, too.”

“It’s fine.” Barbatos offered you a polite smile before turning to face Solomon. “After all, Solomon doesn’t mean to be rude. He’s simply being a needy little brat, desperate for your attention.”

Solomon gasped quietly. His face flushed a light pink – tinted with shame and anger. He hated being so jealous and desperate for you, and he hated that Barbatos was the one to point that out even more. You continued dicing vegetables, hiding your smirk from Solomon’s eyes.

“I believe a punishment might be in order. What do you think, MC? Do I have your permission to handle him?” Barbatos asked you, still staring down Solomon.

“What about my –” Solomon started to protest, but his complaint was silenced when Barbatos kissed him roughly, pushing him back towards the doorframe.

You stopped to look over your shoulder, ensuring that what you thought had just happened was, indeed, the case. It was certainly something to behold: Barbatos pressing Solomon’s back against the doorframe, tongue in his mouth, pulling out the softest moans from the sorcerer. You weren’t sure if you should keep watching or let the two have their privacy – as much privacy as you could offer them while still preparing the stew. The latter seemed to be the best option. After all, the sounds of Solomon whimpering were just arousing enough to turn you on while not distracting you too much.

By the time Barbatos finally broke the kiss, Solomon was in a daze with his cheeks tinted red. You could hear him panting slightly as you tossed the potatoes into the stock. Barbatos took a step back and held Solomon’s chin with one gloved hand.

“I take it that was sufficient enough to earn your permission as well, right Solomon? Now, get on your knees and suck my dick. I spent all this time keeping your apprentice company, helping cook for you. You really should be more grateful.” Solomon’s eyes widened, and he looked in your direction – searching for guidance. You weren’t even watching him. Barbatos turned Solomon’s face back to look at him. “Come on, little sorcerer. If you want MC to watch, put on a show for them. Show them you’ve had a change in attitude – that your rude little mouth can repent.”

You caught Solomon dropping to his knees out of the corner of your eye. He stared up at Barbatos with the small hint of defiance that had somehow escaped the smothering effect of that kiss. “. . . Fine.”

If only you and Barbatos had made more progress before Solomon returned home. The stew would already be simmering, and you could have focused more of your attention on the source of the noises behind you.

Everything from the sound of Barbatos undoing his pants to Solomon’s noisy licking and sucking to the first gentle moan that left Barbatos’s lips tempted you to turn around and watch. You heard Solomon whimper as he struggled to take Barbatos – the way he began to moan on Barbatos’s cock, slowly starting to enjoy himself. Even as Barbatos moaned again, rolling his head back against the door frame and rocking his hips forward, eager to get deeper down Solomon’s throat, you focused on the task at hand. Just a few more steps, you kept telling yourself until, at last, everything was prepared, and you could leave the stew to simmer on low.

You turned away from the stove and admired the sight of Solomon licking the tip of Barbatos’s cock before taking him in his mouth, bobbing his head eagerly. Did he know you were watching or was he just that into it? Either way, as much as you wanted to keep watching, you also wanted to reward Solomon for being such a good boy while you finished cooking.

“I’ll be right back,” you announced – although you were mostly speaking to Barbatos. He grabbed the back of Solomon’s head and pulled him close until he was choking on his cock, giving you a few more inches to squeeze behind Solomon. As you passed behind him, you ran your fingers along his shoulders, earning a pleased whimper.

You retrieved a bottle of lube from your bedroom (and a strap-on, if necessary) before returning to the hallway. Barbatos had been polite enough to let Solomon resume his blowjob as opposed to being left to choke. He spotted you through half-lidded eyes as you walked down the hall and grinned – almost as if to say, “he’s good at this, but I’d rather have you.”

Barbatos combed his gloved hand through Solomon’s hair before quickly pulling him back. The movement was so sudden that Solomon still had his tongue sticking out as he stared up at Barbatos. “There, there. That’s enough. Your sweet apprentice brought you a gift.”

Solomon turned to see you standing in the hallway, just outside the kitchen doorway, holding a bottle of lube. You motioned for him to come to you, and he was quick to get to his feet and bury his blushing face in the crook of your neck. His embrace nearly pushed your back against the wall. Barbatos followed and stood behind Solomon. He chuckled and slowly pulled his gloves off, tucking them in his coat pocket, before taking the lube from your hand.

Barbatos tugged the back of Solomon’s pants and underwear down, coated his fingers in a generous amount of lube, and slipped a finger into Solomon. A soft yelp, muffled against your skin, left Solomon’s lips. Still clinging to you, Solomon pulled back just enough so he could kiss you. The taste of Barbatos’s precum was still on his tongue, but if he knew you could taste it, he would have refrained from kissing you with the urgent desperation he had now. Between Barbatos’s skilled fingers slowly stretching him out and your lips – and attention – finally on him, Solomon was reduced to moans and whimpers all over again.

A spark of sadism ignited in Barbatos. He tugged at Solomon’s hair with his free hand, forcing him away from you, and captured your lips instead – all while continuing to finger Solomon. Irritated by the interruption, Solomon reached behind to stroke Barbatos’s cock, knowing the demon was still hard. Barbatos moaned, but that moan quickly slipped into a growl as he pulled away from your lips.

“Who said you could touch me again?” He growled into Solomon’s ear, plunging his finger deeper into Solomon’s ass.

Solomon arched against your body with a smug grin, biting his lower lip to hold in his moan – anything to annoy Barbatos further. “It worked. You stopped kissing my apprentice.”

His attempt to annoy Barbatos was a success. Barbatos slipped a third finger into Solomon in retaliation, quickly and without warning, making Solomon whine and cling to your shoulders. His face was flushed bright pink up to his ears with his mouth agape. He struggled to get the words out. “I-it hurts, MC.”

Tears prickled the corners of his eyes but failed to fall. You kissed down his cheek, shushing him affectionately. “You’re okay, baby. I’m right here, let me help you.”

As you kissed his neck, you slid your hand down his chest until you reached the hem of his pants. You undid his pants, finally allowing them to slip completely down his thighs, and tugged the front of his underwear down until his hard cock was free. You stroked him slowly. Solomon buried himself against your neck, muffling his needy whines. While he wasn’t paying attention, Barbatos stole a quick kiss from you over Solomon’s shoulder. You focused your attention on thumbing Solomon’s tip as Barbatos curled his fingers against Solomon’s prostate. Drowning in pleasure and too blissed-out to speak, the only warning Solomon gave you was nuzzling into your neck and tightening his grip around you before he came all over your hand with a loud moan. Solomon’s knees buckled, but neither you nor Barbatos were done with him yet.

“Can you keep going, baby?” you asked him. Solomon’s only response was to kiss you while fumbling to undo your pants, revealing your dick/strap on. Meanwhile, Barbatos tugged Solomon’s pants and underwear down all the way, making it easy for the sorcerer to step out of them and kick them off to the side – all while he was still exploring your mouth with his tongue. Barbatos pumped more lube into his palm before chucking the bottle on top of Solomon’s pants. He reached around Solomon, pressing his still-hard cock against Solomon’s ass, and applied the lube to your cock/strap on, stroking you a few times until you were completely coated.

Finally, you were ready to fuck him. You wrapped Solomon’s legs around your waist while Barbatos pinned Solomon’s wrists against the wall just above your head with one hand. Your eyes met Solomon’s, silently requesting permission.

“I want it. Fuck me,” Solomon whispered through his panting. He opened his mouth slightly and leaned in to kiss you again.

With your hands preoccupied, digging into Solomon’s thighs to hold him up, Barbatos used his free hand to help ease you into Solomon’s ass. Moan after moan escaped Solomon and flowed into your parted lips as you slowly bucked up into him. Something about Solomon’s desperate, hungry kisses, and the image of his flushed cheeks and damp eyes as he told you he was in pain earlier made you want to be gentle with him.

Barbatos, on the other hand, was not so sweet. Rubbing his hard cock against Solomon’s ass while the little brat writhed on your dick with his hands pinned was not nearly enough. Barbatos bit Solomon’s neck, earning a whimper, before blowing on the bite mark and whispering in Solomon’s ear, “Be a good boy and relax for me.”

In a daze of pleasure, Solomon could barely make out the words – let alone understand them – before Barbatos was slowly pushing his cock into him. Solomon immediately broke the kiss, lolling his head back with a gasp. He struggled to catch his breath as the feeling of being so full pushed him closer to the edge. Solomon was already tight, but with Barbatos inside, pulsing against you, your thrusts slowed as you tried to get the poor sorcerer used to it. Solomon wanted to wrap his arms around you, but Barbatos still had his wrists pinned. He whined and struggled, rubbing his throbbing cock against your stomach. You could feel him twitching. That pleasured look on his face, a deep blush, and the slightest hint of drool dripping from the corner of his lip told you that you could have been a bit rougher with him from the start. He might have enjoyed any pain you caused him.

“You can cum, it’s okay,” you reassured Solomon, thrusting into him with rapid, shallow movements.

“I’m close, too, MC,” Barbatos growled. “Can I cum inside him?”

In any other situation, Solomon would have been annoyed that Barbatos was treating him like he was your toy, but in that moment, he wanted it. Solomon whined, “hurry. Cum in me.”

“You heard him,” you chuckled, leaning in to suck on Solomon’s neck. Before you could leave a proper hickey, you felt Barbatos twitching inside of Solomon’s ass, and with a soft grunt followed by a content sigh, he pumped Solomon full of cum. Perhaps some of Barbatos’s sadism had rubbed off on you because you continued to thrust into Solomon – much easier than before after the additional lubricant. Moans and whimpers filled the hall as you overstimulated Barbatos, fucking the cum deeper into Solomon’s ass, and gave your baby boy every ounce of pleasure he needed to cum all over your shirt.

Slowly, your thrusts came to a stop. Solomon was still whining, and his eyes were damp. As weak as he was, he struggled against Barbatos’s grip again, desperately craving touching you.

“Patience, brat,” Barbatos hissed. Solomon’s struggling only overstimulated him further. Barbatos groaned as he carefully pulled out of Solomon, scraping a few drops of cum out as he did. However, Barbatos kept his grip tight on Solomon’s wrists and held your gaze. “Your turn, MC – or do you plan to stay inside him all throughout dinner?”

Solomon yelped, and you laughed, knowing you couldn’t possibly tease him that much. You eased out of him halfway before quickly thrusting back into him, earning another pathetic yelp. With wide, damp eyes and a pout on his lips, Solomon stared at you, begging you to be gentler with him. Okay, that’s enough teasing. You pulled out completely, and lowered Solomon’s legs until he was standing on his own feet again. He looked adorable: flushed, panting, in a blissful afterglow, with cum leaking down his thighs.

Satisfied, Barbatos released Solomon’s hands. Surprisingly, Solomon’s first move was to grab your hands and hold them, playing with your fingers nervously. He hadn’t realized until now what a mess he had made all over you. In a weak, timid voice, he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” You smiled at him and ran your thumbs over his hands. “You were so sexy.”

Solomon looked up at you with a shy grin. Slightly annoyed by the softness you seemed to share with Solomon, Barbatos sighed, and despite himself, he told you, “Give me a minute to get cleaned up in the bathroom. Then, I’ll finish getting dinner ready while you and Solomon take a shower together.”

“Thank you.” You smiled and leaned over to kiss Barbatos on the lips – gentle and sweet.

Barbatos turned to leave, but Solomon let go of your hands to grab him and pull him closer. Solomon kissed Barbatos, too – albeit a shorter, self-conscious kiss. When he pulled away, Barbatos was wide-eyed and surprised while Solomon was blushing harder. “Thank you for everything. You can stay the night after dinner – if you want to.”

Barbatos chuckled, a smile reaching his eyes. “Oh? Aren’t you all docile and welcoming now.”

“I still have a pact with you, you know?” Solomon glared.

“I’m well aware.”

A/N: I hope this one came out okay. I kinda rushed it a bit because I'll be away from my computer from the rest of the month and I didn't want it to go up late. At this point, I feel like it's well established how much I adore whiny, desperate Solomon. I want to ruin him. I hope that desire was enough to make a good fic. I'm scheduling this to post on the 31st, so don't forget, I'll post a new poll for January's story at midnight on the New Year PST. It'll be a little different this time, and I hope you'll all like it.

[ceilidho]

god,,coworker johnny is so fucking good yo i like the fact that you made it clear that his peak weirdness comes out when only you can see it. the first two months with you working together being largely…cordial? no, maybe distant? maybe not in proximity (the guy is practically glued to you at all times), but it almost seemed like he only ever wanted you to see him in one certain way. framed and perfect and wanting. it just seemed, artificial, almost. that might be the word. even back then, you compared his interactions between you and your other coworkers, you could only barely understand that something was off. it was never like he was unfriendly to you, i mean, there were times he’d have casual diagreements with others, his voice dipping low with disapproval with a momentary frown. strangely, despite everything, it kinda relieves you, seeing that johnny can be so normal, but only ever sometimes, and never with you.

no, with you he’s almost too friendly. so friendly that it’s uncomfortable. only ever sweet, so sweet its bordering on sour. in a way, you were convinced that he was just being fake around you, at least before the whole “fleshlight incident”, but not now. not anymore.

its a real shame, because id imagine reader would really like johnny otherwise, as a true friend. he’s sincerely so fun and endearing to everyone else he comes across, you’ll sometimes find him in the break room conversing with a few of your other employees and he’s so genuinely funny and normal, even you tended to enjoy hearing his conversations with others in the background. but then he’ll realize you’re in the room and his eyes change. not just that, his whole posture morphs into something taut and tense; ready to pounce. it has you discreetly shrinking away, trying to get his searing gaze off of you. when it comes to you…theres an air of fevered wanting that only chokes you the more you breathe in.

lmao idk ive just had friendships in the past that were ruined by male horniness so im probably projecting a bit too much and u can ignore if i am but,,,personally im intrigued by the horror of knowing something potentially so meaningful and pure, something that seems to be easy for everyone else to have (true male friendship), has been effectively roadblocked because of lust. good and addicting in the moment but devastating in the long run like a cigarette 😭

HEHHEHEEHHE I’m reading this and rolling around on my bed and giggling, this is exactly the vibe. Poor reader because he really is such a fun guy to everyone else like people aren’t all WRONG in their opinion of him, he really is an excellent coworker. Good sport, funny guy; lends a hand whenever someone needs help. He helped Jeff move, drove Daryl to the airport, looked after Sonya’s cat while she was away.

but yeah :\\\ dude is severely compromised by lust when it comes to reader. Perverts all his good intentions, even before he comes out and says that he’s into her. Every single conversation is manufactured, artificial, kind of masked under his own delusional belief that they’re dating or whatever. He does genuinely like you, it’s just kind of buried down deep, not super important until you’re actually his.

[watchyourbuck]

if i were you id seriously consider getting a beta reader. you continously mess up your prepositions (like "on" and "in") and it makes it harder for the reader to have a pleasant time reading the fic. no shame in being a non native but theres a certain artistry in getting things done well instead of fast

this is such a fucking rude way to say this to someone who puts out free content for people to consume. fan service isn’t perfect bc it’s made by people who are imperfect. I put my whole heart in everything I write and I revise it and correct it many times, which I know isn’t the same as a fresh pair of eyes, but I still do my work. I’m not a machine. this could’ve been a kinder dm, or maybe even a commented suggestion on the specific paragraph that had the error. point aside, if a mistake like that ruins the whole story for you to the point that it’s “unpleasant” to read, then maybe don’t read anything other than what’s yours. also maybe don’t be condescending towards people who don’t speak English as a first language. “getting things done well instead of fast.” you don’t even know me or my timelines. be kinder to people.

[captain-mj]

Promise is a promise

CW: Infidelity, Soap is a bastard

Trying to breach out of my comfort zone, so here ya go! I'm not sure I handled the emotional part well, but I hope it'll suffice

Ghost had never been quite as happy as he was now. His team was supportive and understood his quirks. Work was going well as they hunted Makarov. And he and Soap had finally gotten together.

Ghost could admit, a big part of his good mood was that he had finally gotten laid. First time in... he gave up trying to count the years. Soap was great in bed. Both physically and making him feel comfortable knowing his... history.

But they went on dates and kissed and Soap called him his boyfriend several times. Ghost, in the dead of night cause he'd never have the nerve to do it in the light of day, had whispered that he loved Soap. Soap always whispered it back.

Right now, Price had caught Ghost to talk to him about Makarov. He listened, trying to take as much of the information in as he could, but he was still thinking about Johnny. His fingers itched to send him a message. Maybe they could sneak away together later? Ghost remembered Soap mentioning a movie he wanted to see. It wasn't something he'd be interested in, but Soap talked through every movie anyway so it wouldn't matter.

Price had stopped speaking, staring at him expectantly.

Ghost nodded and Price laughed at him. "Alright Simon. I'm glad you're doing better."

Ghost had no idea what he said yes to, but Price left him alone. Instead of sending a text, he grabbed some snacks from the canteen and just went to Soap's room.

Soap had mentioned that he liked spontaneity and Ghost felt this was a good place to start. He didn't even get to the door before he heard the grunting.

His face screwed up immediately, but Soap did share a room with Gaz. While he wasn't aware of Alex being at base, he couldn't be certain he wasn't in the area. He'd assume Alex would tell him immediately but... things happen.

Instead of barging in, he knocked quietly so that Gaz and Alex could get themselves decent before he barged in.

He heard Scottish cursing on the other side of the door along with scrambling. Ghost could feel his chest starting to crack. The pressure was building but he was naively, pathetically hoping, that he had misunderstood somehow.

Soap opened the door and had to look up. The pants he had haphazardly pulled on hung low on his hips and he hadn't managed to get a shirt on.

"Lieutenant!" He smiled, showing no shame over how Ghost had just found him. No discomfort. Since when did Johnny call him by his full title? Lt sometimes, maybe, but never Lieutenant.

The lad behind Soap did not show the same sentiment. He looked incredibly nervous. "Lieutenant."

Ghost stared at them both as Johnny slowly looked down at his hands where he still had whatever he could scrounge up from the canteen. Suddenly, he felt embarrassed coming to Soap's room like this. So embarrassed he felt nauseous over it. For a brief moment, he thought he was going to throw up all over Soap's bare fucking feet.

"Something wrong, Simon?"

"Don't fucking call me that, Sergeant." Ghost answered, voice so far away and cold it made Soap flinch.

"I know fraternization is looked down upon, but since when do you care about that rule?" Soap looked genuinely confused.

Ghost went through every moment in the past several weeks. Soap had referred to their nightly hangouts as dates like always. He had called Ghost all kinds of nicknames.

Had Ghost done something wrong? Must have. Simon Riley ruined something else.

Soap caught on. He always did. He looked at the other man and told him to get lost for right now. "We're alone now, do you want to talk?"

There were hickeys on his neck. That's what finally got everything through to Ghost.

"I thought we were together."

Soap frowned. "We are together."

Ghost felt like he was short-circuiting. "You just fucked someone else. What the actual fuck are you talking about? If we're together and you're acting like a fucking slag-"

Soap rolled his eyes. "Jesus, Simon. Forgot it's been a while since you dated. This is how modern relationships are. You should've asked me to be exclusive if that's what you wanted."

"I have to ask you to not cheat on me?"

"Woah, don't throw that word around."

Ghost dropped the food on the floor and shoved his finger into Soap's chest. "Why? That's what you did. You cheated on me. I trusted you."

Soap frowned. "Look, I'm sorry this hurt you. I'm used to people my age and rank. I should've known you would be a bit different."

Ghost felt like he'd been hit in the gut. He felt like an idiot. A lovesick fool. "Stay away from me, MacTavish."

Soap's demeanor changed, his face falling. "Wait, c'mon Simon."

"No. Don't you dare call me that. Clearly, I'm too fucking old fashioned. I missed something here. So, let me fix it. Don't talk to me. Don't come near me. Next time you want to get laid, call one of the other sergeants." Ghost barked at him.

"Oh, mo ghràdh." Soap tried to reach out and Ghost started to back.

Like a coward, he ran from him. He didn't go to his room, sure Soap would eventually go knocking. He also didn't want to deal with the disappointment if he didn't.

So he went to the only place he could in the base. Price's room.

Price didn't ask him anything. Didn't say a word. He just let Ghost sit on his couch and drink his whiskey and let him ruminate until Ghost felt sane. But unlike usual, Ghost did not feel sane the longer he thought.

"Something happen, Simon?"

"Ghost right now." He answered quietly. He felt displaced. Body shaken and wrong.

"Alright, Ghost. What happened? Trouble in paradise?"

"No. That's over."

Price nodded but Ghost could see his disappointment. He probably assumed Ghost fucked it up. Probably did. He just wasn't sure how yet. "I have some of your special cigars in my desk."

Ghost paused and looked over at him. "You're fucked, Captain. How did you even get a joint in here?"

"Eh, keep it in the desk in case you come walking into here."

Ghost nodded. "If Soap comes in here, don't let him know I'm here."

Price looked at him sadly. "I won't, Ghost."

So Ghost got as high as he could and thought over it all. His phone kept buzzing with Soap's messages. He went to check them and Price took it from his hands. "Mind if I read them?"

"No, sir. Soap will probably tell the whole base anyway."

Price frowned more and started reading through them. He eventually set the phone down. "Nothing in there you need to read, Simon. He's a right fucking bastard. Don't pay him any mind."

"It hurts." Ghost admitted. "First try in god knows how long. He said it was my fault. That this is how relationships are. Is that true?"

Price sighed. "I don't know. Been so long since I've had to date. Graves is old fashioned like me." He patted Ghost's shoulder. "Actually... I know you always turned me down before."

"I'm not sure I want to be set up on a date right now, Captain."

"Well, if you change your mind, I have a nice fella named Roach who I think you'd get along with swimmingly."

[serickswrites]

Crocodile

Warnings: threats, betrayal, video recording, implications of noncon, black mail

Whumpee sat on Friend's couch, staring at their phone in horror. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. Couldn't believe that their greatest shame had come back to haunt them.

"I'm sure it's not that bad, Whumpee," Friend said as they sat down next to Whumpee, setting their phone down on the coffee table.

"It really is, Friend. I....I haven't told you everything about it. I.....I think you would feel differently about me."

Friend stared at Whumpee, taking Whumpee's hand in theirs and squeezing. "I believe you. I believe you and," they sniffed, their own eyes filling with tears, "I am sorry this has happened to you."

Whumpee wouldn't let themself cry. They couldn't. The blackmailer would win if they cried. They had to comply or the whole world would know what happened to them. They couldn't let that happen. But they wouldn't let the blackmailer get the satisfaction of watching them cry. They were certain that the blackmailer had cameras here, too. They knew too much about Whumpee. Had too many videos.

"What do they want you to do?" Friend swiped at their eyes.

"I don't know yet. They said a list was to come if I replied. If I don't, they'll release all the footage. And then I'll be ruined."

"You have to reply, Whumpee! You can't let them win." Friend urged Whumpee. They squeezed Whumpee's hand tightly. "I'll support you no matter what."

With a solemn nod, Whumpee hit the send on the reply they had drafted up hours ago. They had just needed someone to be with them when they did this. Who knew how long it would take the blackmailer to get back to them.

A loud ping had Whumpee jumping. Friend's phone had pinged. Friend's phone only pinged for them. Friend had said they set a custom tone specifically for Whumpee because they were so accident prone. The growing pit in Whumpee's stomach dropped. They turned and looked at Friend. Really looked at Friend. "You?"

Friend's tearful expression suddenly dropped as Friend Whumper gave a sinister smile. "Me."

"I don't...." Whumpee couldn't finish. This couldn't be true.

"You were by far the tastiest of all my victims. You are the one of all of them that I have gone back to again and again. And you will do everything I ask of you or else the world will know just how tasty you really are."

"You're a monster!"

Whumper smirked. "That may be. But I am the one with all of the video recordings of what I did to you. You would hate for everyone to find out." They patted Whumpee's cheek. "I'm going to enjoy this almost as much as I enjoyed tasting you."

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@artisticdemon

[miquella-everywhere]

Miyazaki said in an interview that he read the fan theories during the two years of development of the DLC. Now no one can convince me that it happened like in GoT and someone actually managed to deduct the original plot of Miquella's story and Miyazaki had the entire thing redone just for shock value l, and in doing so spit in the face of all Miquella lovers who actually paid attention to the clues in the base game.

Seriously, when a writer says they read the theories, I get a bad feeling because the culture now is to pull "something unexpected" instead of the beautiful relationship between mystery writer and attentive reader; there's a certain trust between them: the writer has to leave clues trusting that the reader would play detective, and the reader follows the mystery because they trust that the mystery is solvable.

But now, with the internet, the writers have access to fan theories and instead of being proud that their readers are invested enough to solve the mystery, they instead seem to use it to write completely out of the blue endings just to say that "nobody got it, I'm a master of mystery!"

Sorry if I got a little ranty, but I needed to get it out of my chest

So

As someone who absolutely ADORES storytelling, writing, narratives, themes, you name it and wishes that they had the energy to be an aspiring writer.

The stance of redirecting and retconning what you've written because fans managed to piece together your story makes no sense to me and FUCKING PISSES ME OFF

Like

HELLO????????

There is absolutely no shame as a writer in fans figuring out your story or piecing together the puzzle pieces you've left behind. It means that they are invested and they love your story, and imo if I were in that position I would consider that to be a fucking HONOUR.

I just..,,.. I do not understand the idea of butchering your whole story just to prove that your audience isn't smart/doesn't really understand what's going on???? By doing so you are left with a unsatisfying, disconnected, contradictory mess that alienates and drives away your audience and fankly ruins your stories reputation along with your own credibility as a writer.

Just look at Game of Thrones for godssake.

I do not understand why this had to happen to Elden Ring and Miquella when everything was set up perfectly and Fromsoft had a good reputation for DLCs. But now all of that is ruined 😞

[gyupinkys]

PLEASE?

JUN X FEM READER

Bestfriends to lovers since exclusive fairytale is driving me insane…

WC:1.6K

WARNINGS: Unprotected sex, switch jun, switch reader, oral (m receiving), fingering, creampie, begging, mentions of viagra, begging

Moving into college is hard. It’s your second year, yet every new dorm is equally as much of a hassle. You finally flop onto your bed after hanging up all your clothes only to be met with the rumbling of your stomach. 

“God, I should've eaten breakfast.” you mumble to yourself, thankful your roommate is nowhere to be found.

You begrudgingly get up and walk out, head deep into your phone trying to find the nearest dining hall on the campus map. You find the closest one to you is only a few buildings over, just to crash into someone in front of you, making you stumble back.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry” you say looking up at the tall blonde. 

“Nah, it's my bad. I was too into my phone, I'm trying to find a dining hall.” he says in a deep, smooth voice. Damn. He’s really fucking hot. The unnatural blonde suits him so well, and his cat-like eyes are incredibly attractive. 

“I’m actually looking for one too. There's one a few buildings over, you want to go with me?”

“Sure.”

From then a beautiful friendship bloomed. You learned his name is Jun, he’s from china, he speaks mandarin, cantonese, and korean. He loves to dance. His best friend/roommate's name is Minghao who is also from China and has bright red hair so it would be hard to miss him on campus. He used to be a child actor, but got into business so he can take over his dad’s company, and most importantly he is filthy rich. He didn’t even bother to say he’s “Comfortable” like most rich people do, he just said “I can pay all four years of full tuition with no worries.” which told you everything you needed to know. You and Jun quickly became friends, attached to the hip would be an understatement. Wherever you went, best believe Jun would be there. He became your go-to person. If you needed something he would get it for you, if you needed help he would be there, he was even there to ice your nipples when you got them pierced. You lost all shame when it came to Jun, he was your person. So when you walk into your room one day, just to see Jun laying shirtless in your bed, covered in sweat, with his dick in his hands, and your panties to his nose, you’re beyond confused. 

“Jun?” you say with wide eyes, quickly shutting the door.

“I’m sorry Y/N, Hoshi tricked me and gave me chocolate but it was some sort of fucking viagra and now I can’t stop thinking about you and I’m sorry if this is weird and ruins our relationship and i know I should’ve just went to my room, but I know your roommate and hao are in there and I really wanted to see you and I knew you could help me-”

“Jun, slow down what?”

“Y/N, please fuck me.” he says with a whine.

You feel like you could collapse right now. 

You slowly walk up to him and take his chin into your hand, raising his face to meet your eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Y/N. Please.”

You straddle his thighs and kiss him and take his dick into your hands, beginning to stroke it making him groan. “Jun, how long have you felt like this?”

“Since you bumped into me in the hallway. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” he says and leans forward to kiss you again. He runs his hands across your body and squeezes your ass. 

“Baby, please let me fuck you.”

“Jun, you’re driving me crazy.”

“Imagine how crazy you drove me every time you bent over only wearing one of my shirts, every time you wore a shirt with no bra, touched me in a certain way, looked at me with those pretty eyes, smiled at me. I’ve wanted to make you mine for so long, to be able to call you my girl.”

You smile at him, a bright, beautiful smile, making his heart skip a beat. You lean back and take off your shirt, his hands immediately flying to your chest, squeezing them.

“When I saw these tits for the first time I popped a boner. I had to pretend I was fine seeing your nipples pebble up from the ice.”

“I wish you did what you were thinking. You helping me made me sooo wet.”

He runs his hands to your sweatpants and pulls them down, helping you get off leaving you in just your panties. He sits up and kisses up your chest and around your face. He kisses your forehead, then your eyelids, the tip of your nose, your jaw, and finally your lips.

“Please fuck me, Jun.”

He flips the two of you over pulling off his sweats and boxers. “Where are your condoms?” 

“You don’t need one.”

“Baby, are you sure?”

“Yes Jun! Just fill me up already.” you whine.

He groans into your neck, running his fingers through your folds, only to find you ridiculously wet. “All this just for me?” he smirks at you, slowly circling his finger on your clit. 

“Yes, Jun”

“You flatter me, Baby.”

He runs his fingers down and plunges two straight into your hole, cutting to the chase and feeling around for your G-spot. He knows he found it when your back arches off the bed and you grab his hair, pulling his lips to yours. He continues thrusting up into your sweet spot, making your toes curl. You pull his hair and look into his eyes. 

“I want to cum on your cock, Junnie.”

“And exactly when I think I couldn’t be more in love with you, you surprise me.” he says with a smile. “But no.” he says as his eyes darken.

“What the fuck do you mean no?” you say in shock.

“I mean, you’ll cum when I let you cum.”

“Jun, stop teasing.”

“I can show you what real teasing looks like, Baby.” he says as he pulls his fingers out of you and slips them into your mouth as you're about to rebuttal.

He pulls you up by your hair and pushes you to your knees. “You know what to do Baby, I’ve heard first hand about how much of a whore you are.”

You groan but lick his leaking tip while looking into his eyes. “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do, '' you say challengingly. 

He looks into your eyes and shrugs. “I guess I’ll have to show you.”

He hooks his fingers into your mouth to widen it and shoves his dick straight into your mouth without giving you any time to adjust. He begins to thrust into your mouth and straight down your throat making you gag, but his fingers make you unable to close your mouth. You look at him with pleading eyes, but the tears running down your face only turns him on more. He decides he’s had enough. He needs to fuck that soaking wet pussy or he might actually die. He grabs your hand and throws you on the bed. 

“Spread your legs.”

You obey but you're plotting. Is he forgetting he was the one desperate for you to touch him? Now he wants to be in charge? Not on your watch. As he bottoms out in you, you let out a loud moan to distract him and flip him over. 

“Junnie, I think you’re forgetting you’re the one who's in desperate need of somewhere to dump their cum. You’d think you’d be a little nicer to me.” you say and grind your hips into him, making his eyes roll back.

“I want you to beg for me.”

Without missing a beat he starts to beg. “Please fuck me Y/N, I need it. I feel like I'm gonna explode. You're so warm and tight I feel like I’m in heaven. Please help me, baby.”

You raise your hips and his hips chase you, making it so you don't raise off his dick. “Jun, how am I gonna ride you if you don’t let me up.”

He groans and glues his hips to the bed, letting you begin to bounce. You feel like he’s in your guts, moving your insides around to accommodate him. 

“God, Jun you feel so good.” you moan out as you bounce faster, ignoring the burn in your thighs.  He thrusts meeting your hips as you bounce, pushing his dick deeper into you. His hands travel to your clit, pressing firmly and rubbing tight circles. “Please cum baby, cum on my cock, I’m so close.”

Seeing him so pathetic beneath you does something to you. You grind harder, feeling his tip hit your spot everytime, throwing you over the edge. As soon as he feels the first squeeze of your cunt he lets go, filling you up completely, causing some to spill out of you onto his thighs. He pulls you down for a kiss, holding you as you come down from your orgasm. 

He looks you in the eye when he whispers “I love you” against your lips.

As the sun shines through your windows, you awake with a smile on your face. It feels so good to finally be in Jun’s arms as his girlfriend. You sit up and stretch making him get up with you. He wraps his hands around your waist. “I’m hungry,” he says. 

“You want me to order you something?”

“No, I’m hungry for something else. I missed out on eating it yesterday” he smirks and drags you down onto the bed with him.

A/N: LMK if you want a part 2 with her roommate and how? I'm thinking a forced proximity kind of thing.

[havocandcchaos]

hey so i think you're the writer of "oz, here we go again" and i commented on the last chapter before it got deleted but i have a bunch of more thoughts that im putting here bercause i can't find my computer

so the first thing is that i can't read the last two chapters without crying so congrats?

second thing is that you understand them in a way few fics do and it drives me insane

the third thing is that glinda's depression is written so well it's insane. her thinking elphaba died by suicide is possibly one of my favorite headcanons ever i love making her suffer (/pos)

on that note i am this close to writing a fic of glinda post canon based on your fic

anyway the suicidal ideation hits hard as someone that went through it (i'm fine now)

yeah i probably have more to say but i just woke up so kudos to you and thanks for writing it

Hi!! Yes, I am!!

First of all, I'm so glad you like it so far! It makes me so happy when other people enjoy the random shit that wor vomits itself out of my brain, lol! If it makes you feel better I almost cried writing chapter 13, genuinely.

Second, I'm so glad you like how I'm writing them. All 3 of them, but Glinda especially, have been so important to me since I first saw Wicked when I was about 7ish, and I try really hard to stay true to that. They're all such complicated characters who all(and yes, I said ALL) make some awful decisions, but they're not bad people, not really. They're just people who make shit decisions and then do their best to fix them They are also children, and I feel like too many people miss that part. Fiyero, who is the oldest of the 3, is maybe 21 when the show starts. They're babies, and that's such an important part of their characters and such a big part of what drives their decisions, and I feel like too many people just ignore that.

Third.... yea. just yea. Glinda goes through a lot in the course of not a lot of time and then just has to deal with that. While also having the entire weight of a very shitty and corrupt country on her shoulders and having to fix all of that. Alone. After watching the 2 people she loves, most die less than 2 weeks apart. That being said, I think she was depressed and anxious long before she met Elphaba. Glinda is raised by upper-class parents to be perfect. As someone who was essentially raised to be a Southern Bell, that's not easy. She likely had immense pressure on her to look, act, and speak a certain way. She was probably punished if she messed up, probably not physically, because, god forbid, they accidentally "ruin" their perfect daughter, but they would punish her in other ways, such as silent treatment, no dinner, shaming, and things like that. That would stick with her and shape her mental health, and not in a good way. Everything that happened after arriving at Shiz just made that a lot worse.

Four, please please please write the fic! That sounds amazing and I would definitely want to read it!!

Five, yea. As someone who's been passively successful almost as long as I've been a conscious human, it definitely hits hard, but I think that's what makes it powerful. Glindas not going to do anything to herself, at least not anymore (immediately after their deaths is another story, so is what happened before they died) however, if someone, maybe perhaps a certain scarecrow-shaped prince, were to point a gun at her, she wouldn't do a whole lot to convince them not to pull the trigger.

Anyway, I'm glad you enjoyed it, and I'd love to read whatever fic you come up with or whatever else you have to say about mine !! 🫶🏻

[topconfessions]

Hi, I was wondering what’s your take on top now after reading the interview? Where do you think he is in life right now?

Cuz to me he still seems a bit lost and without a clear image of himself (despite the negative one)... it feels to me he’s still living in the past, I know he had to talk about certain topics but I expected the guilt would be gone at least for the sake of appearance and he would try to look like he had really moved on.. he doesn’t look like he healed 100% but that he gave up to the shame and just lives with it.. he BELIEVES he is a monster.. that’s what I thought.. and I find it pitiful that he just wants to be forgotten or something.. but at the same time i had the gut feeling like he’d still love to reunite with th band.. like he’d love to go on stage again.. if only everything was forgiven.. but HE has to be the one to forgive himself for his past mistake… if he still acts like he’s killed someone people would keep on believing he actually did something THAT bad… I’m actually angry.. at how he lost all his confidence.. energy.. vibe.. I know it’s hard but he is still blowing it out of proportion.. letting haters and kmedia win and ruin his life even after having paid for his mistakes. That’s so unfair, and he doesn’t seem to think it is.

Also why have I not seen much reaction online? Where is VIPs convos going on? I’d love if you had any blog recommendations here on tumblr or any other social media really.. ty sm

I feel he looked miserable in the photo, he is miserable but trying to take little steps towards wellness but is guarded and not truing to divulge too much. Very vulnerable and very remorseful and tired but he's not seeing that he controls his narrative and he teaches the media & world how to feel about him professionally and personally. He behaves as if he has no absolutely control, resolve or motivation to have some self esteem and grit with standing up for himself and remembering who he is. Its what I expected it to be and although I feel close to him with him honestly not being perfect cause many idols wont admit they are not perfect and he's always honest about how dark he is.... its like man. You have to dig deep and fight to live.

Ughhhhh man. I just. I feel like he's lost too and lost in a hole he cant get of. But knowing music is his therapy I wish he would've kept it tight lipped and not admitted all this agony then dropped a surprise album. Two MVs and contacted music bank or inkigayo (do they still have these music shows?) And ask to perform his singles or chosen songs on there. This would really heal him more than he realizes.

I think he has a control and a slight naiviety towards a narcissistic streak where he gets in his own way. He doesn't realize all the tools, resources and things at his disposal to get himself back out there.

I kinda also think he needs true love. Real love. He has to chose right and let a person who loves him enter his life, man or woman and be happy again. I always wanted him to marry but even if its long term dating, I need him to find someone. Fast. Stat. Which one of yall wanna volunteer? Lmaoooo. 🤣🤣

I'm bout to give up fr fr

[dangakkisland]

Speaking of Nekomaru and Nagito, I really like the scene at the end of the Hope Arc in DR3 where Nagito talks to Makoto at length, and Nekomaru (and Akane) lift him up and carry him to their battleship. Since Nekomaru was the one who beat Nagito after the first trial in the school trip and left him unconscious, tied up and abandoned in the old lodge, I'm sure he didn't want to get involved with Nagito at that time, but the scene in the Hope Arc gives me the feeling that Nekomaru has accepted Nagito as his comrade and he thinks he should take care of Nagito himself. Also, Nagito shows no resistance when he is lifted up, so it feels like he trusts Nekomaru and Akane. It's a very short scene, but I think it shows that their relationship has changed, so I really like it. (Sorry, this isn't a question or anything, but since you said you like seeing them get along, I wanted to tell you that I'm also thinking about their relationship. I want to draw them one day!)

[You don't need to say sorry, as you can see I put my all into this, it was really fun I love asks like that! I love investigating my opinion with certain characters ❤️]

That was one of the reasons I liked the ending (mostly) of the Hope arc, they show interesting dynamics (even if it only shows in one scene for 1/30 of them). Actually, I was really interested in them, especially in chapter 3, I really hoped Nekomaru 'survived' the fight maybe he could sympathize with Nagito when they got despair disease...And everyone too; Akane would be an interesting one for him to see for sure!

(Since they both have illnesses that can kill them if they aren't careful enough and I am holding myself in a thin middle of Nagito never or rarely lies since when he got a despair disease and he became the liar type, he might have all those things he says...And he just over-dramatized some mental and physical disorder he has but that's a tangent I won't allow myself into)

They might have bonded in Hope's Peak/Despair arc for the same reasons and guarantee he speaks to everyone because a team with members who don't support each other isn't a team but a bunch of strangers, some members just need a push-in in the right direction. It was truly a shame everything happened so fast that we couldn't work out a way to show the dynamics when Nagito was in a calm and controlled environment before he exploded the gym plus ruined all the relationships he could have had at Hope's Peak Academy

That happens to Nekomaru too, I wished there was some extra content...He has a straightforward but complete story on why he is this way; It compels me more that he isn't harsh in his own right, more of a '''protective type''' but more allowed to be part of the group. It happens when you are in a hospital a lot you get protective of those around you clinging onto them when you feel like it got worse however it also makes you ''carefree'' in a sense when it is a chronic disorder you discover and you learn to have fun with it even with its limitations.

And Nekomaru's hospital buddy! I love him! I don't even know how he looks like! He sounds sweet and fun! Sweet and fun people only can make sweet and fun people..The only exception is when you are stubborn!

And I can't help but wonder if Nagito would have been different if he had someone like that and he was still alive...And I entered a tangent again! It's so easy to fall into rabbit holes when I talk about my favorite characters and their friendship and bonding, I love them having a great time.

About the scene itself (Apologies).. I have the belief that Nagito holds extreme respect for Akane for surviving the mystery he put on in chapter 5, she didn't solve it herself but by all means, she managed to push through to the end of everything even if the tides were pointing against it, Nekomaru not only put him on the abandoned building but sacrificed himself so they could all escape and not die of starvation which was a true act selflessness I would be surprised if he didn't hold them into high regard at all!

Compared to the first section this was comically short

Summary: I love them! I wish there was more content for them, they connect nicely with each other! People don't dare analyze Nekomaru enough, I really like him, Akane is also cool and awesome and Nagito is a member of the team like anyone else (when he is not committing arson and attempts of murder, he knows he needs to be absolutely contained)

And it was supposed to be longer...They are sabotaging me!! I can't even put it back it was the longest one..Ough.