#the side effects weren't part of the question lol

[blvcklizard]

Me: Why would you bring up The Owls of Ga'Hoole in a discussion about a real world issue. You do realize this is a fictional series that is classified as fantasy for all I know. I see your point and I agree even but your argument is not supporting it in the slightest.

Also me, literally two hours later, during a discussion about whether punishment effects crime rates in class: So, have any of you read Death Note

[3rachasdomesticbanana]

Side Effects | Han Jisung

•Synopsis: Your science loving nerd of a roommate Jisung has been acting strange but that's not what has fear coursing through your body. It's the feeling that someone's watching you when you're supposedly all alone, the objects moving seemingly on their own and the phantom intimate touches that has you on edge.

Are you going crazy or is there something or someone in the apartment targeting you?

•Pairings: science geek Jisung x Female Reader

•Content Includes: smut, mentions of hauntings & hallucinations, lies and secrets, slight non-con?, somnophilia, unprotected & protected p n v, pervy Jisung, masturbation (m + f not mutual), cliffhanger, Chan makes an appearance a few times

an: if I missed something and you feel it should be included in the content warning please kindly let me know in the comments ♡

Part two will include more scenes with Bang Chan but Jisung is still included. Part three, which will be the last part, will be Jisung.

Part II

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⚠️tiny warning before continuing: there are moments where reader is unaware of what's happening due to being sleep. these moments may appear as non consensual which is the reasoning for the slight non-con warning. I tried make it known that any sexual activity that happens is welcomed. I hope I was able to convey that. Just a heads up lol. Enjoy♡

Your roommate, Jisung, is a nerd. You mean that in the most affectionate way, of course, but it’s true. When he's not helping the chemistry professor at the local college in his free time, he's experimenting in the apartment or researching different chemicals and compounds. His room is a chaotic mess of beakers, test tubes, and textbooks, everything he needs to create something from science. In the two years of living here, It’s never bothered you. Just as long as he and his equally nerdy friend, Chan, don’t blow the place up or set anything on fire. In fact, you’ve grown quite used to the faint, yet sharp scent of various chemicals wafting through the apartment over the years.

Today, the scent of acetone and metal permeates the small apartment. Jisung and Chan have been working on something for months, the two of them locked away in Jisung's cluttered bedroom. When you ask about it, they just shake their heads with a smirk and say, “Top secret, y/n.” You roll your eyes but smile, understanding their need for secrecy. You respect their space and their experiments, no matter how strange it makes them act, always offering to clean their beakers and test tubes whenever you're washing dishes. The dynamic between you and Jisung is what makes the roommate setup work.

Jisung couldn't believe his luck. Not only was his roommate hot and open minded but a gamer who's always down for a Naruto or Bleach marathon. He was so grateful that you weren't like the stuck up pretty girls he dealt with in highschool. Jisung really felt comfortable with you, he could be himself without fear of feeling like his IQ was lower than what it actually was. So whenever he and Chan were close to a scientific breakthrough and you never asked too many questions it only caused his “little infatuation” as he calls it, to grow.

One evening, you find yourself in the kitchen, hands submerged in soapy water as you scrub away at the dishes. The random playlist you chose earlier plays softly in the background and the faint scent of lemon from the dish soap mixes with the clean, crisp scent of freshly laundered towels, filling the kitchen air. You’re lost in thought, your mind drifting as you methodically clean the plates, forks, and glasses, when you feel a sudden, inexplicable chill. It’s as if a cold breeze has brushed against the nape of your neck but the windows are closed and the AC isn't on. You shiver involuntarily and glance around, half expecting to see Jisung standing there. But the kitchen is empty.

You shake your head, chalking it up to just a random chill and turn back to the sink. The sensation lingers, though—a prickling awareness like you're not alone. For ten minutes it felt like someone was there in the kitchen with you but each time you looked around, no one would be there. You could hear faint tinkering and music from Jisung's room and you knew he was working with Chan. The cold is back as you finish up the last of the dishes and when you turn around again, you nearly drop the plate in your hands. Jisung stands there, silent and unexpected. Brown eyes behind round framed glasses shine at you and he gives you an awkward smile.

"Where did you come from?" you ask, your voice higher than usual.

"Sorry," he says with a shrug. "Didn’t mean to scare you, just needed a drink."

You laugh nervously, feeling your rapidly beating heart slow down. "Jeez Ji, you should wear a bell or something." You let out a breathy chuckle.

He shrugs again and laughs quietly before grabbing a drink from the fridge and disappearing back into his room without another word. The interaction leaves you confused and slightly unsettled. Well, that was strange… stranger than usual. There’s something off but you can’t quite put your finger on it. You shouldn't really be surprised by strange behavior when it comes to Jisung but he's never acted that strange before.

Over the next few days, strange happenings become more frequent. Objects begin to move on their own; a cup slides across the kitchen counter that you barely just noticed and a book falls from a shelf behind you while you watched tv. You find yourself jumping at shadows and sounds and now you're convinced that the apartment is haunted. Of course you haven't said anything about it, Jisung would more than likely think you're crazy.

One evening, you’re gaming in the living room. Headphones on, fully engrossed in the game, when your can of soda just sort of levitates a few inches off the coffee table before gently coming back down. The controller slips from your hands as a cold sensation moves across your cheek. You jump back and scream, calling out for Jisung, but it’s Chan who saunters into the room. Curly hair wild, lab coat askew, and glasses perched on his nose.

"Jisung’s in the bathroom," he says, noticing your wide eyes and pale face. "What’s up y/n?"

"The can... it moved on its own." You stammer.

Chan chuckles, shaking his head. "Must be a temperature change or something. Science can explain a lot of weird stuff, y/n."

“Channie, it fucking levitated! Can science explain that?!” you say in a half shout, half whisper looking up at him.

“Mate, chill out.” He gives you a sympathetic smile and walks over to you to pat your head. “Science can most definitely explain that. I can show you how if you want? I'll just need a few supplies for the demonstration.” His eyes light up and he smiles wide at you, showing off his dimples.

“That’s… okay, Chan. You don't need to do that.” The lack of enthusiasm in your voice isn't missed and he chuckles, patting you again before leaving the room.

You’re not convinced, but you nod to yourself and try to focus on the game, occasionally glancing back at the can. The feeling of being watched never truly leaves, though. Every day you start to notice more—subtle things, like the way Jisung’s eyes linger on you a fraction too long, or the odd satisfaction in his smile when you mention the hauntings after you caved and told him. Jisung's watchful eyes make you feel like you're part of one of his experiments, like some sort of test subject. He's always been a bit weird at times, but this is a whole different level of weird for him. You shrug it off as stress or lack of sleep since he and Chan have the tendency to overwork.

The night is warm tonight, the air heavy with the lingering heat of the summer day. You sit in the black metal wicker chair on the balcony, a book loosely cradled in your hands, listening to the sounds of traffic and crickets below. The warm summer breeze drifts across your skin and you adjust your tank top and shorts that have already begun sticking to your skin from the heat. With a sigh, you look down at the worn paperback book in your hands and try to focus on the words.

You’re half-aware of your surroundings: the breeze, the faint smell of an impending rainstorm, the sounds of the city. It’s peaceful, lulling you to sleep. Your body relaxes, and the book slips from your fingers, resting across your lap. You're in a state somewhere between consciousness and slumber when you feel it.

It's subtle at first, like a feather brushing against your skin, but it soon shifts to the feeling of hands. The touch is hot and insistent, groping your breast under the thin fabric of your tank top. Panic surges in your chest and you force your eyes open, heart pounding in fear. You sit up, the book slipping from your lap and landing with a soft thud on the concrete floor.

You glance around, trying to make sense of what you just felt, but the balcony is empty. You glance down and your breath catches in your throat. Your left breast is exposed, the strap pulled aside in a way that couldn't have happened by accident. A cool breeze brushes against your bare skin, a stark contrast to the phantom heat of the touch you just felt. You pull your tank top back in place with trembling hands, looking everywhere but seeing nothing. Scrambling to your feet, you slide open the glass door and step inside, locking it behind you.

With your heart still thundering in your chest, you make your way to Jisung's room. When you knock on his door, you hear shuffling, the sound barely audible over the whir of some machine inside. He opens it a little and you’re momentarily stunned by the sight of him—disheveled hair, sweaty brow, black-framed glasses askew and wearing an oversized black hoodie.

"Can I help you?" he asks, his voice tinged with exhaustion.

"I think…” you sigh and brace yourself. "The apartment is definitely haunted." you blurt out.

Jisung looks shifty, eyes darting to the side but he quickly recovers and a skeptical smirk plays on his lips. "Haunted? Really, y/n?"

"I’m serious," you insist. "I think something just touched me. Out on the balcony." You point a finger in the direction of the glass door.

Jisung’s brows knit together and he steps out of his room, closing the door behind him, giving you his full attention. "Like... someone was out there?" He messes up his hair even more, running his fingers through the dark strands.

You shake your head, wrapping your arms around yourself. "No, there was no one there when I opened my eyes but it felt hands on me Ji. I don’t know how to explain it."

His eyes darken with a mixture of skepticism and concern. "So you think the place is haunted and that a ghost touched you?" You nod, your heart still pounding in your chest.

He places a comforting hand on your shoulder, his touch grounding you, if only slightly. "Sounds like you were in REM sleep. Dreams tend to feel real and vivid in that cycle." He gives you a sympathetic smile and adds, "Maybe it’s just your imagination."

You narrow your eyes at him. "I’m not imagining this, Ji." You say starting to feel frustrated.

He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "Okay, y/n. I’ll look into it, alright?"

Reluctantly, you nod and walk to your room with more questions than answers. As days pass, the strange activity continues. You catch glimpses of movement from the corner of your eye, feel phantom touches on your skin, and hear whispers that have no source. You're starting to feel like you're going crazy.

Jisung’s behavior becomes stranger. He spends even more time locked away, emerging only to grab food or ask you cryptic questions about your day. You start to suspect he knows more than he’s letting on but every time you ask, he deflects with a nervous laugh and spouts some scientific theory. Even Chan is acting odd, though he's usually the more grounded one among them. Not by much—Chan's a weird one too, but it’s part of his charm. He’s an adorkable dork.

The two men are lounging on the couch tonight, eyes glued to the anime playing on the screen, while you're in the kitchen preparing popcorn for the three of you. The scent of melted butter fills the air as you pour it over the freshly popped kernels.

Suddenly, Chan's voice cuts through the ambient tv noise. “You did what?!”

Jisung quickly shushes him, their heads whipping around to you as you turn to look at them, each wearing an identical, innocent grin. Weirdos, you think, shaking your head, tossing the popcorn.

You missed Jisung's whispered confession to Chan about his antics on the balcony. Chan already knew about the mysteriously moving objects and the true cause behind them. It's because he was partially involved. He and Jisung had created a liquid that granted invisibility to the drinker. Their top secret experiment they were working on for damn bear a year was almost near perfect. After successful trials on mushrooms and lab rats “borrowed” from Jisung's chem professor, they decided to take it a step further. Jisung volunteered as their human test subject, and you became the unwitting participant in their trails.

Chan never imagined Jisung would push the boundaries so far though, especially by groping you. But Jisung couldn't resist. Initially, his plan was to give you a harmless scare, maybe brush against your arm. But when he saw you asleep, your tank top revealing the side of your breast, his self-control vanished. He was overwhelmed by a primal urge and it was like his hands were moving of their own accord. He gently pulled your left breast free and gave it a firm squeeze. His mouth hovered inches from your skin, ready to kiss the mound of flesh when you woke with a start.

“Bro, I don't know if you should be taking so many doses. We're not sure if there's any side effects.” Chan cautions, his voice barely audible as you rejoin them in the living room.

Jisung stays silent, unable to respond to his partner as you settle on the floor in front of them, handing over the bowl of hot popcorn. Chan’s concerns echo in Jisung’s mind. He knows Chan is right, but the thrill of invisibility is intoxicating. He revels in the mischief, in watching you unaware of his presence. The moments when you think you're alone, wearing nothing but that oversized Tokyo Ghoul T-shirt and panties, are his favorite.

Every time you reach for a cup or a plate, the hem of your T-shirt lifts just enough to expose a tantalizing glimpse of your ass. When you bend over, the thin material of your thong outlines your pussy, making him feel certifiably insane. Sometimes he would intentionally knock something over just to watch you pick it up. The sight of you bending would make him painfully hard and he'd have to slip away to his room, unable to resist the urge to jerk off to the image that was now burned into his mind.

Jisung’s addiction to the elixir grows with each use. He tells himself it's all in the name of science, to see how much is needed for long-lasting effects but deep down, he knows it's because he can’t get enough of watching you unseen. He needs to be closer to you.

One night, Jisung decides to take things further. Pretending to go out to help the professor at the college, he sneaks back into the apartment quietly, slipping into your room while you’re in the shower. The steam fills the air of your bathroom, the hot water cascading down your body. As you stand under the spray with your back to him and eyes closed rinsing your hair, you remain oblivious to his presence. The glass door to the shower is slightly ajar, giving him a perfect view of your wet body. His breath hitches as he frees his hard cock from his sweats. It’s as if he has no control over his impulses; the need to cum clouds his thinking or maybe it's the elixir that's got him feeling this way? He rubs the palm of his hand over the head of his cock, coating it with precum. When you bend over to shave your legs, he almost cums at the sight of your bare pussy.

Jisung’s eyes are glued to the space between your thighs and the way the water bounces off your skin as the steam rising around you. He bites his lip to keep quiet, thinking, “So beautiful.” His hand moves faster, and he's bucking up into his closed fist until he can’t hold back any longer. With a muffled groan, he cums hard, splattering onto your ass and mixing with the water, washing away unnoticed by you. If only the elixir made his semen invisible too, he'd probably always cover you in the warm, wet fluid like this. He knows he would.

Watching you becomes a nightly ritual for Jisung. He drinks the pale teal liquid that is the invisibility elixir and sneaks into your room. He watches you during intimate moments, like when you fuck yourself with your fingers before bed. He hears you moan his name occasionally when you bring yourself to multiple orgasms and it only adds fuel to the fire. He never thought you found him attractive.

To him, you’re way out of his league. But watching you climax to the thought of him is a dream come true. His obsession grows, and he becomes bolder, unable to resist the urge to touch you while you sleep. Each night when you fall asleep, he lightly runs his middle finger up and down your cunt over your pajamas while he fucks his hand. The soft moans you let out in your sleep never fails to make him cum.

One particularly hot night, you decide to sleep naked on top of your covers. It's impossible to be comfortable when your pajamas stick to your overheated body. You’ve just had an orgasm and you lay there, sated and relaxed waiting for sleep to take over (though you really should get up to pee). Jisung watches you from the corner of your room, his cock painfully hard in his hand. He's lost track of how long he's actually been in here watching you. He waits until you're deep asleep, your chest rising and falling steadily, before he moves closer to your bed.

He can’t resist the sight of you, legs spread apart, pussy glistening. He begins to stroke his cock standing at the foot of your bed but it’s not enough. Before he knows it, he’s slipping out of his sweats. The bed dips as he crawls onto it but you don’t stir. He pushes your legs apart more, his breath catching as he sees just how wet you still are. Slowly he rubs the head of his cock against your folds, shuddering and the sensation. He tells himself “Just the tip,” but when he pushes into your opening, your pussy clenches around him and he can’t stop. He pushes deeper and deeper, burying himself inside you, freezing when you make a soft moan.

He waits, barely breathing before he starts to move slowly. You feel so warm and tight around him. He knows he should stop, "This is so wrong!" his inner thoughts yell at him but it feels too good.

“Fuck, Y/N, you're so wet.” he whispers in the dark, feeling bolder.

Slowly he moves but soon each thrust becomes more desperate than the last. He has to stop himself from slamming into you so that he doesn't wake you.

“Slowly… slowly… ah! Oh shit.” he mumbles quietly. “Is this what you were imagining when you came moaning my name, y/n? Hm? Were you imagining my cock pumping in and out of this tight cunt? Oh fuuuck, mm.”

His legs soon begin to shake as he watches the way his cock disappears inside your dripping cunt and slips out again, leaving his length covered in your creaminess. It's too much—the sight, the soft sighs you're making in your sleep. He pulls out just in time, pumping once into his hand before he's cumming onto his palm, careful not to leave any evidence behind.

He takes one last look at you, still sleeping, before he tiptoes out of your room and back into his. Had you woken up, you would've caught sight of Jisung cumming into his hand above you. The elixir wore off just as his orgasm hit him. He lays in his bed still feeling the lingering sensation of you squeezing his cock with your pussy and it takes a lot to not down more of the pastel teal liquid that sits on his desk and go back into your room to fuck you again.

“How can I make it last longer? There's got to be a way to lengthen the invisibility time frame without taking too many doses,” he mumbles to himself, looking up at the ceiling and lazily stroking his cock. He cums hard minutes later, moaning loudly into his pillow, replaying the sound of you moaning his name in his head and falls asleep peacefully with a smile on his face.

The next morning, you’re up early, sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in your hands. A blank sleepy expression on your face as you stare off into space. Jisung joins you, wearing his best poker face.

"Hey, y/n," he says, trying to sound casual. "Sleep well?"

You nod, your eyes, however, tell a different story. "I had a weird dream. It was so vivid... so real. It felt a lot more real than the one I had on the balcony."

Jisung’s stomach churns with guilt but he forces a smile after pouring his own cup of coffee. "Dreams can be like that sometimes. Maybe it’s stress or something."

"Maybe," you murmur, stirring your coffee absentmindedly. "It’s just... I woke up sore." Your face heats with a blush thinking about your activities before you fell asleep last night. Maybe you were too rough? But then why do you feel like you were stretched out way beyond your two fingers?

He swallows hard, trying to keep his expression neutral and ignore the growing sensation of his cock as he sits down across from you. "Sometimes dreams can manifest physically. Your mind is very powerful, you know."

You nod slowly, still feeling doubtful. You know that something strange is going on around the apartment but it's just your testimonies with no hard evidence.. Soon the conversation shifts to more mundane topics and Jisung couldn't be more relieved but the tension remains between you. Throughout the day, you barely see him. Even when Chan came by, Jisung didn't come out of his room. You got the weirdest feeling that he was avoiding you.

“Maybe he's just tired of hearing me complain about my delusions,” you wondered to yourself stirring a cup of chamomile tea.

You spent the time you weren't working convincing yourself that you were indeed experiencing some stress-induced hallucinations. Who were you to doubt someone as smart as Jisung and Chan? A week off of work would do you some good—maybe you'll give yourself a spa day, binge on junk food, and catch up on some anime.

Meanwhile, Jisung and Chan worked hours and hours trying to study their creation further. Jisung's secret of what he did last night stays that way. A secret... No way could he tell Chan—he'd probably stop the experiment, maybe destroy all their hard work and Jisung couldn't, wouldn't let that happen. He needed it now, needed you now. He wasn't just obsessed with the science and having created something that scientists have tried to create for centuries; now he was obsessed with the feeling of invisibility, obsessed with the power it gave him and obsessed with the feeling of you. He craved it all. He knew that feeling could be a side effect, as well as feeling out of control while invisible and all the reckless wrong things he did but he chose to ignore every red flag and blaring warning signs. The more he drank the elixir, the more it controlled him, possessing him with insatiable lust and desire.

That night, driven by compulsions he can't deny, Jisung slips into your room again. Once more, you're naked, lying on top of the covers and the cool air from a fan blowing over your body, makes your nipples hard. The sight takes his breath away, every inch of your body exposed to his hungry gaze again makes his mouth water. He positions himself between your legs, slipping on a condom before pushing into you. The sensation is overwhelming, and he bites down on his lip to keep from making a sound. You moan in your sleep, your hips lifting towards him, and he nearly loses it. He begins to move, each thrust slow and deliberate, watching your face for any sign of consciousness. You murmur something unintelligible but stay asleep. In and out he moves, the slow tempo is so frustrating to him but he knows he needs to be smart. You moan his name in your sleep and he flinches, startled by your voice.

"Shit..." He whispers looking down at you.

Jisung’s heart pounds in his chest, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through him. Your breathing changes, a soft whimper escaping your lips. He can't help but cum quickly and it's intense. He's trembling and panting, spilling into the condom that he hastily slipped on earlier with a grunt. He's still thrusting into you slowly, riding out his orgasm when you start to wake up.

The room is dark when your eyes slowly flutter open. A faint glow from the streetlights seeps through the blinds of your window and casts eerie shadows across your walls. There's a random sensation between your legs pulling you from the depths of sleep. At first, it feels like another dream, but it's all too real. Your eyes scan the darkness, heart pounding, but there's nothing—just the dark room and the soft rustle of the sheets.

The feeling of being filled, stretched in the most intimate way and the rhythmic movements should scare you, but the pleasure is too incredible. Your breath hitches and you find yourself moaning softly as your fingers instinctively trail down your body, finding your clit. You begin to rub, matching the invisible thrusts, your mind in a haze of pleasure and confusion.

Jisung is mesmerized by the sight and his own pleasure builds again as he watches you pleasure yourself. The combination of your fingers and his cock pushes you closer to the edge and he can feel your orgasm approaching, your muscles tightening around him.

"Fuck me harder." you whisper, the words slipping out before you can stop them. Your eyes squeeze shut and you arch your back lost in the intensity of it all.

Jisung bites down hard on his lip but obliges silently, thrusting harder, deeper and the bed creaks with the force of his movements. He's getting closer to a second orgasm and he can't hold back. His speed picks up and his fingers dig into your hips as he rails your eager warmth. Your body tenses, your back arching further off the bed as you cry out, the sound of your orgasm filling the room. He watches you, unseen but not unnoticed, every moan, every tremble fueling his own arousal. The sight of you coming apart because of him, the feel of you around him—it's too much. With a hard final thrust, he cums hard, filling the condom more that it's dangerously close to overflowing.

You collapse back onto the bed, chest heaving, eyes fluttering close. The room is silent, the only sound is your labored breathing. You sit up slowly, heart racing, looking around the room, but there's nothing like always—just shadows and silence. Even the full feeling is gone.

"Was… Was that real?" you whisper, voice trembling. "I'm losing my mind."

You slide out of bed, legs unsteady and make your way to the bathroom. The light is harsh, almost jarring after the darkness. You look at yourself in the mirror, skin flushed, eyes wide. The lingering effects of your climax make you shiver.

"If that was a dream, it was the most realistic dream of my entire life." you whisper to your reflection. "But if it wasn't... does that mean that whatever is haunting this place just fucked me?" You shake your head and turn the faucet on, splashing your face with cold water.

Jisung slips away, heart pounding, mind spinning. He knows he has to stop, that what he's doing is wrong in so many ways. But the memory of being inside you, the way your body responded to him awake—it’s past addictive. He can still feel the heat of you, the way you clenched around him and he’s not sure he can give that up. He retreats to his room, the guilt eating at him even as your climax plays over and over in his mind.

He lies awake, staring at the ceiling, knowing he’s crossing a line but unsure if he can ever come back from what he's doing. The need, the desire—it’s too powerful. He’s gone too far, and he knows it. The thought of stopping, of never feeling you again—it’s a torment he’s not sure he can endure. All he can think about is the moment he's able to be inside you again.

As the days pass, the tension between you grows. Jisung’s obsession deepens. He becomes reckless, pushing the boundaries of what he can get away with. When he asks how you're doing, you gloss over your experiences of the previous nights, only telling him that you had another strange dream. You don't tell him how you're starting to enjoy them or how feeling sore and wet the next morning is almost addicting.

You think you've gone insane but you embrace the lunacy. Each night, you feel the presence, the pressure, and you give in to it. Giving the ghostly dream specter a face, you've started imagining Jisung, which only makes the experience that much more real and pleasurable. You picture his face, his body, the way he would touch you if he knew your secret desires. It’s become a habit for you now, a way to cope with the confusing feelings. It's better than things getting messy between you two. You'd have nowhere to live if something went wrong between you and Jisung. No need jeopardizing your living arrangements and friendship.

The night is still early, and you can hear the two men in the other room tinkering with their experiments as you rest in your own room. Does the feeling only happen when you're asleep? Could you trigger it somehow? Should you try talking to it?

As you lie naked in your bed, you close your eyes and imagine Jisung. You see him in your mind, wearing nothing but his little lab coat and glasses, kneeling between your legs, looking down at you. You slip a finger past your folds and then another. Your fingers work furiously, slipping in and out. “Jisung,” you moan softly.

His heart skips a beat, for a moment he thought you were aware of him in your room.

“Jisung,” you whisper again into the darkness. “Please… please touch me.”

Unbeknownst to you, Jisung stands at the foot of your bed, invisible and now trembling with need. He hears your whispered plea and it’s like a spark to a stick of dynamite. He climbs onto the bed, his eyes devouring the sight of your naked body, so inviting, so ready. You feel the bed shift and gasp, afraid to open your eyes in fear of the feeling disappearing.

He moves between your legs, his hands tracing the curve of your thighs and you shiver at the familiar, unseen touch. You moan softly, your body responding instinctively, your hips lifting in anticipation. Jisung takes his time, savoring every moment, his cock already hard and aching.

He lets the bead of precum drip onto your pussy before he slides into you slowly, watching your face contort with pleasure as he stretches you. You gasp, your hands clutching the sheets, your back arching off the bed. So real, so intense, you moan Jisung's name again, the sound driving him wild.

“Jisung… yes, please…” you plead, your voice thick with desire.

He moves within you, his thrusts deep and steady, the bed creaking with each motion. You meet him with equal fervor, your hips rocking against his, your body desperate for more. The room is filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure, the slick, rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh.

Jisung’s heart races, the thrill of fucking you while you moan his name, steadily pushes him to the brink. He watches your face, the way your eyes squeeze tight, the way your lips part in ecstasy and he knows he can���t stop. Not until you're cumming around him.

“Fuck, Jisung,” you cry out, your fingers digging into the mattress as your orgasm builds. “Fuck me harder.”

He does. Jisung leans into you supporting himself on one hand fucking you harder, pushing into you deeper and gripping your hip so tight it'll leave bruises but you don't notice. You meet his movements eagerly, your body arching, welcoming him in. The sound of your moans fills the room, mixing with the creak of the bed and the slap of skin against skin.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on. “Yes, Jisung, just like that.” you pant, your voice breathy and desperate.

He's driving into you with a force that makes the bed rock and hit the wall. Your tight, wet heat and your voice spurring him on. He can feel your body tensing, can tell you’re about to cum.

“Cum for me, y/n.” he whispers, his voice barely audible. “Cum on my cock.”

You cry out, shocked at hearing a voice and your body is convulsing as you reach your orgasm. He pulls out just in time, spilling his seed onto your stomach, watching as it glistens in the dim light. He didn't mean for this to happen; he was only in your room as a test. Chan, back in Jisung's room, sits with a stopwatch timing just how long the test run will last. He was only meant to watch you. Jisung didn't have a condom this time but he can't seem to care about the consequences of leaving his cum behind.

You lie there, panting, a satisfied smile on your lips. “Jisung…” you murmur one last time before rolling over, drifting off to sleep.

Jisung watches you for a moment longer, a mix of pride and guilt churning inside him before he goes and rejoins Chan, who heard everything. He's questioned by his best friend as soon as he walks into the room. Jisung has no choice but to confess and with a deep breath he tells him everything. The watching, the touching… the sex. By the time he's done, Chan is staring at him in disbelief.

"Dude, that's... I don't even know what to say," Chan finally says. "You know that's messed up, right?"

"I know," Jisung says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know… but I can't stop. You don't understand. There's this compulsion, this undeniable need when I drink it. It's… it's like my deepest desires control me and I can't do anything to fight back. Please, help me."

Chan sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Of course, I'll help you. We're in this together. I'll be the one drinking it now, and I'll stay here to make sure you don't do anything you shouldn't. We need to be more careful from now on.”

Jisung nods and sighs with relief and for the next few weeks, they work tirelessly, refining the elixir. They study Chan's reactions, starting from the lowest dosage, slowly upping it little by little. Jisung tries to keep his distance from you, but it's hard. Every time he sees you, his desire flares up and he has to fight the urge to use the elixir again. He misses being inside you.

It's been weeks since you felt the ghostly presence and you miss it but you figured since it went away, then it really must've been due to stress and the days off from work truly helped. You didn't think you'd ever feel the strange sensation of being fucked by something you couldn't see again.

How incredibly wrong you are....

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Martyr's Folly

Summary: Yunho helps and comforts the reader after they've accidentally cut too deep.

Genre: a hurt/comfort Yunho x reader oneshot

Word count: 4.81k (15-20 mins)

Trigger warnings: semi-descriptive self-harm (blood, cuts, use of blades - nothing too crazy, though, don't worry!), panicking, crying, mentions of relapsing, lots of pet names, nicknames, and physical affection lol, Yunho is a blessing

A/N: This fic is pretty personal since I've been struggling with not feeling valid enough because of the way I SH, which isn't the stereotypical kind you see in movies and such. In a way, it's an attempt at scaring myself from buying any actual blades mixed in with the comfort I crave whenever I slip up, I guess.

Baby cuts. Cat scratches. Damage dealt within the epidermis and the higher half of the dermis. Whatever you want to call it.

For a few weeks now, that's exactly what has been slowly but steadily appearing on your feet and lower calves. Or re-appearing, rather. A bad habit from the past coming back to haunt you all over again for no apparent reason.

No but seriously, what reason for doing this is there? You're happy, you have a stable part-time job on the side of your studies that are also going great, and an incredible boyfriend with whom you've just celebrated a 6-month anniversary. No real issues in your life as far as you can see.

Sure, sometimes you get caught up in a fight with your friends or parents, or even with Yunho, or maybe some of your insecurities hit extra strong on some days. But all of that is normal, right? Just some passing obstacles that get resolved in a few days tops.

So why are you here, at 3 am, staring at the husk of a person in the mirror? Why is your head so empty yet incomprehensibly full at the same time? Why are your hands all fidgety, getting ready to strike any moment?

Truth be told, you have no clue.

This was supposed to be a lovely weekend for you. You got off work early on Friday, securing enough time to pack your stuff at your dorm before heading to Yunho's apartment for a sleepover. He's been trying to convince you to move in with him after your anniversary, saying how it would be both cheaper and closer to your university. Both of those arguments are true, and yet you remain stubborn, wanting to keep your independence for just a bit longer.

Alas, Yunho has no choice but to respect your decision and settle for weekend sleepovers in the meantime.

And even those are great! The two of you get to talk for hours and play games, cook dinner together or order in and watch TV... Mainly, though, you get to cuddle and snuggle to your hearts' content (and maybe even do a bit more than that, if the opportunity and want arises).

That's also one of the main reasons for your hesitance over this whole... relapse thing.

Because of Yunho and his affectionate nature towards you, hiding the traces of your renewed habits became much more difficult. You couldn't cut where you used to before, all of those areas feeling way too exposed now.

And so, you settled on the bottom of your legs. Anything a pair of longer socks could easily hide without too much questioning from your boyfriend. Let's just say your feet are cold all the time now, even though summer's just barely starting to end.

Is it satisfying to harm there? No, not at all. The area is too small and angular, and the pain-to-mark ratio is nowhere near optimal. Everything feels too bony and stings more than other places, and all you get from it are the faintest of scratches.

But anything to at least partially quell the urge, right?

Well, not exactly.

If the razor blade hidden within the confines of your duffel bag was any proof, your methods weren't exactly effective.

You've never used an actual razor blade before, never even planned on trying it since you knew about the dangers of using it and how everything could get out of hand within seconds. Sure, the scissors and other sharp objects you've used until now weren't exactly perfect either, but they didn't put you at as much of a risk of going to the ER.

...So why did you buy the blade then?

Well, it was pretty cheap, first of all. You could just buy it, think about using it, and then throw it out without feeling too guilty about it, right? Not to mention how it helped you feel more valid about harming, even if you haven't used it yet. Self-harm is always depicted as razor blades on wrists, so even just owning one somehow helped you feel a bit more valid amidst the disappointing scratches on your leg.

It's been a week since you've bought said blade (or 5 blades rather, as they came in a pack - what a steal!). During that week, not much has happened to it. Right after you paid and got your receipt, you tossed the paper into a nearby trash can and stashed the pack of blades into your wallet. And there they were even later tonight, as you quietly crept to your bag to retrieve them, careful not to wake Yunho up.

But let's rewind back a bit. Back to where today's misfortune started.

Just like with everything else lately, you don't know why the urge to indulge washed over you specifically tonight. You and Yunho have spent such a fun evening together, lounging around and enjoying each other in whatever way felt right.

And yet, the moment the lights were turned off and your boyfriend spooned you from behind, holding you close while his breathing slowly evened out, it was as if something had shifted in the air. An overwhelming sense of emptiness washed over you, making you feel both completely dull and overstimulated. Yunho's arms around you felt both like an anchor and a vice, the opposing feelings adding even more to the already rising chaos in your mind. You were suddenly overly aware of every part of your body, as if your own skin was calling out to you.

You didn't want to.

You knew you had to.

As gently and quietly as you could, you unwrapped yourself from Yunho's embrace and got up. He let out a soft sigh at the loss of contact, and you had to admit, you already mourned it too.

Sneaking into the bathroom, you closed the door before turning on the lights. Avoiding the reflection in the mirror, you began searching through the cabinet under the sink. You didn't want to see yourself right now. If anything, it would just add to the confusing conflict raging within you, and you really didn't need that.

Rummaging through each shelf one more time, you let out a frustrated huff. There was nothing you could use. Well, save for the expensive-looking razor Yunho owned, but you really didn't have the patience or coherency to take apart your boyfriend's belongings.

It's time, then.

The return to the bedroom was a bit stressful, as you couldn't decide between searching through your duffel bag there or bringing it with you to the bathroom. Both options seemed too noisy right now, causing you to awkwardly loom over the bag for a few moments, chewing nervously on your bottom lip.

In the end, you decided to just risk it, crouching down to begin unzipping the top. Strangely enough, you kind of hoped Yunho would hear it and wake up. Maybe the shock of being caught would stop you for the time being and you could just go back to bed.

To both your luck and dismay, Yunho didn't wake up, his biggest reaction being the slightest stir of the sheets.

With your wallet in hand, you walked back to the bathroom, your steps a bit bolder this time. Now that you knew Yunho wouldn't wake up so easily, you didn't pay as much mind to the noise you were making.

In a weird way, you were upset. Upset he didn't wake up. Upset he didn't magically realize what your new obsession with socks could possibly mean. Upset he wasn't there to stop you right now.

But along with the upset came a strange feeling of calm. Joy, even.

He doesn't know. Nobody has any idea you're doing this right now. Nobody cares enough to find out anyway. You're free to reign over your body as you please, especially if it will finally shut down the confusing mess of emotions boiling within you.

It will, right?

It's 3 am. You're staying over at Yunho's apartment and he's currently sleeping in the bedroom next-door. You finally gather enough courage to look at yourself in the mirror, but it's rather disappointing. The shell standing in front of you doesn't bring up any emotions anymore. It doesn't even look like you, you think. Maybe this isn't you, after all. That's what you like to tell yourself whenever the moment is over, that this isn't actually the real you harming yourself. This is someone else taking hold of you and your upcoming actions.

You sit down on the cold bathroom floor, a razor blade in hand. When did you unpack them? The small paper packaging and 4 other blades are lying right next to you. Huh. Guess you did just now.

You don't bother taking off the socks. A precious thing like this shouldn't be used in such a shitty spot anyways.

Then again, you also don't exactly want to die right now, so the wrists are off-limits. Sure, you want to feel more valid and that place is the most stereotypical one to cut, but you're already holding the blade you thought you'd never dare use, so that's enough "progress" for now.

Now that you think about it, the thighs sound pretty scary too. You've always heard of some major arteries being located in the thigh. Perhaps you shouldn't risk it there then. Not yet, at least.

And so, like a coward, you move back to your lower leg.

To your defense, you do go considerably higher than usual! You pick a nice spot that's vaguely in the middle of the side of your leg, where your shins and calves would meet.

Deep breaths. You can do this. Just brace yourself and-

...

...

Oh fuck.

No, no, no nonono-

You knew the risks, you knew you should watch out for the pressure when using a razor blade for the first time since it's so much sharper than any pair of scissors you own, but somehow even the lessened pressure you put was too much.

Within seconds, blood started flowing to the surface. You dropped the blade, making it fly in a random direction as your hands trembled.

Your eyes welled with tears as, despite the blood, you could see a gash way deeper than any cut you'd ever made until now; you could literally see two parts of your skin split-

You're gonna throw up. Or faint. Or both. Oh fuck.

The first drops of blood fell onto the tiles just as your own tears pooled over. Your chest heaved with your labored breathing. You didn't know what to do.

Should you go to the ER? Will it stop on its own? Should you wake Yunho up? Oh god, you should probably wake Yunho up, shouldn't you.

Wiping your tear-stained face as best as you could with your shirt, you crawled over to the bathroom door. You were too scared to walk, afraid you'd faint if you stood up so suddenly.

As you sat by the door, another sob wracked through you. You couldn't calm down, you were too scared of what might happen if you didn't take care of the gash in time. And yet, you couldn't help but fear what might happen if you woke Yunho up. Now that you think about it, maybe it will just stop on its own and you can hide it for the rest of the weekend and then you'll just make up a story of how you got into an accident at work and-

One look at the trail of blood behind you was enough to get your hands on the door handle, pulling the door open on your second try. The door handle flew back up with a loud bang as you dropped back down, but the door was open at last. You pulled it fully open from where you sat, taking a few shallow breaths once you did so.

"...Y/N?"

Now. Now he wakes up. Not at any point before you could have done this. Now.

In the back of your mind, a strange feeling of anger bubbled up. Somehow, you wanted to blame Yunho for not getting to you sooner. But the second you realized what your brain was trying to do, you felt another pang of nausea hit you.

Yunho was not to blame in the slightest. This is all you. You started this, you went through with it, and now you're crawling back to him for help. Don't even try to put any blame on him, no matter how much easier it would make this whole thing to stomach.

"Y/N, are you okay?"

Right, he was awake. The shuffling of the sheets coming from the bedroom confirmed as much.

You tried to call out to him but choked on another sob instead.

All of your fear of being seriously hurt and needing help immediately shifted, transforming into the most heart-wrenching wave of guilt imaginable. Just what have you done? Why are you burdening someone else with this? Are you really going to make him see this?

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by the first footstep. All the raging panic hit you anew, making you speak before you could think.

"W-wait!" You cried, an unknown feeling of desperation clutching your chest. "Please, please don't come here, please."

To your surprise, the footsteps actually stopped.

"...I'm waiting, but please tell me what's going on," Yunho replied with obvious unease.

Well, uh. You haven't exactly thought this far, have you?

"O-okay, I, well, I," you stumbled over your words, trying to work through the mush of your brain to come up with anything even barely comprehensible. "I did something really bad and I think I need your help but you have to promise not to be mad. I don't know what to do but please don't be upset."

Selfish. That's what you were. Even amongst all this chaos and pain you were about to drag Yunho into, all you could think about was saving your own face and evading consequences.

"Y/N, I'm sorry but I'm coming in," Yunho suddenly announced, and the footsteps resumed. "I need to see if you're okay, I promise I won't be mad."

There was no escaping it now. You could only brace yourself for the worst, whatever that would entail.

Two feet stood before your hunched-over form. You didn't dare look up, you didn't dare see what he was feeling.

As carefully as he could, Yunho stepped around you and further into the bathroom. You heard the scraping of metal across tiles before the cabinet doors opened. A towel, a first aid kit, and a medium-sized, colorful box appeared before you, along with your boyfriend in his cozy pajamas. Still, you didn't dare look up.

Wordlessly, he propped your injured leg up as gently as he could, as if he was handling the finest china in the world. Placing the dark grey towel under it, blood immediately rolled down and seeped into the material.

"Okay, this might seem a bit weird, but just- I'm not an expert or anything, far from it, really, but-"

As Yunho rambled nervously, you watched his hands tear open a pack of pads. Ever since your sleepovers became a more regular thing, he'd made sure to keep some in his apartment at all times in case of an emergency. Never had he thought he'd use them in this type of emergency, though.

You watched in confusion as he pulled out one of the pads, opening it and double-checking which side was sticky and which was dry. Unable to hide his worried grimace as he got closer to the wound, he pressed the cotton pad against it.

"I- I probably have something better in the first aid kit to stop the bleeding, but while I look through it, just hold that down to the cut, okay?"

You nodded weakly, deciding not to ask any questions and just let your boyfriend try to fix you. Not that you could say much anyway, not with the way your throat had dried and closed up from all the anxiety.

You silently kept watch as Yunho fumbled through the red bag, noticing the slight tremors in his hands. When you looked at his face, however, it appeared surprisingly neutral.

Ah, so he was trying to stay calm to not worry you any further, but on the inside, he was freaking out just as much as you, if not more. Great. You didn't think you could feel more guilt than you already had, but guess not.

"I'm sorry it's taking so long," he spoke up again, "Mingi would get injured all the time before he'd moved out - you know how clumsy he can get - and I, uh, haven't exactly taken the time to re-organize everything. Sorry."

Your lips twitched into the smallest of smiles, along with a hushed "It's okay, babe".

Yunho's eyes shot up at your words, mirroring your soft smile with his own. Pausing his search for just a second, he leaned over and planted a quick, reassuring kiss on your forehead. "You're right. I'll take good care of you, don't worry. After the first accident Mingi had here, I bought some steri-strips... They should still be around here somewhere, but we threw the original packaging away, so they're just a bit hard to find."

You hummed in understanding, hoping you could ease at least some of his worries by showing him you were doing alright.

Somehow, the moment Yunho appeared in the doorway, all of your previous panic stopped. It was as if through his presence, the jumbled mess of worries surrounding you had split into two. Yunho had graciously shouldered the worries about your physical state, while you focused on keeping his mental well-being in check. All of the fear about his reaction to this situation as a whole was still there, of course, but for the time being, you'd managed to shove them to the back of your mind. It was something to worry about later, when the two of you could calm down and properly talk to each other.

For now, all you had to do was just worry about Yunho while he worried about you.

"Finally!" Yunho sighed in relief, fishing out two small packs of steri-strips. "Okay. Let's do this, then."

But as he shuffled closer to your leg again, he paused.

"Wait, I'm sorry for assuming," he began while opening the first set, "but you don't want to go to the hospital, right? They'd obviously do a much better job than me, but since you said you needed my help, I just, I guessed that- you know. Should we go to the hospital instead?"

You immediately shook your head no, making Yunho smile faintly, glad to have read you right and that he wasn't wasting time trying to play hero.

You were thankful he didn't insist on taking you to the hospital. You knew it would probably be for the best, but right now, in your state, you couldn't even fathom going. You were terrified just crawling to the door to beg for Yunho's help, let alone driving to the opposite part of town to have complete strangers examine you.

"Right then," Yunho sighed, mentally steeling himself for the next step. "Can you feel your leg fine? Feeling faint or anything?"

You just shook your head, slowly easing the pressure you held on the cut. "I'm okay, I think. Just a little shaken up still."

Yunho nodded thoughtfully, helping you unstick the bloody pad from your hand. Luckily, it seemed that most of the bleeding had stopped, at least for now. "It's okay, I'm a bit out of it too."

"Sorry for making you do this," you whispered sincerely, but Yunho quickly stopped you again.

"Don't be sorry, Y/N. I know you didn't mean to do this. You wouldn't have called for me like that if things went down the way you wanted them to."

You couldn't bring yourself to say anything after that, feeling your throat tighten as a fresh wave of tears rushed to your eyes.

You averted your gaze as Yunho began cleaning the area as gently as he could before placing the strips down, helping hold the wound shut. Four strips helped the cut close up, and then two were laid on top of them to help everything stay put. Despite no professional medical training, you swear your boyfriend could do anything like an expert first-try. Well, considering him saying something about treating Mingi's injuries, he might have actually trained a bit already. Either way, you could feel your nerves easing a considerable bit at the sight of the gash finally closed-up.

"There we go," Yunho said contently, giving your other leg a gentle pat. "Just stay put a little longer, okay? I'm gonna clean up a bit in here."

Oh, that's right.

You were so out of it you completely forgot about the blades scattered around, the blood dripping across the floor, the towel, pads, first aid kit, everything.

Closing your eyes, you tried to focus on your breathing. It has mostly returned to normal, but you could still feel a lot of tightness in your chest.

"Hey now, don't go falling asleep on me, okay?" You heard Yunho calling out to you a few meters away, making you peek one eye open.

He was kneeling by the sink, scrubbing at the dirty tiles. When he noticed you looking at him, he flashed you a quick, comforting smile.

"'m not falling asleep," you protested, "I'm just resting a bit, sorry."

"It's okay, I was just a little worried."

Yeah. That's definitely one way to put how Yunho was likely feeling right now.

But that could be dwelled on and discussed later. For now, all you had to do was sit still, breathe deep, and stay strong.

...

"You still with me, princess?"

You opened your eyes again, this time to find Yunho sitting in front of you. You don't know how much time has passed, too focused on pacing your breaths, saying the alphabet forwards and backwards, thinking about your favorite TV show moments - anything to calm down, really.

When he saw you were still fully awake, he pulled out a gauze bandage with a small smile. "We should be fine with just the steri-strips, but let me wrap this up for you to be one hundred percent safe, okay?"

You let him do as he pleased, trusting his judgment better than your own at the moment. As he bandaged your leg, you looked around the room, noticing everything was back the way it was before you'd entered.

"I put the, uh, the blades away for now," Yunho continued, a nervous edge to his tone. "I didn't want to just throw them away without permission, but leaving them out here in the open didn't seem like a great idea either. Sorry if it seems distrustful, it's just... you know."

"You're scared I might do it again," you finished for him, making him nod hesitantly. "It's okay, I get it."

It was honestly surprising how easy it was to talk to Yunho about this. Maybe it's because he already saw the worst of it, maybe it was the way he took such gentle care of you, or maybe it was just his entire attitude about this so far. Caring, non-judgemental, open to listen.

"Alright then, I think we're done here. Let's get you to bed, shall we?"

Before you could respond, you were picked up by a pair of strong, warm hands. You wanted to object for a split second, but on second thought, maybe it was in your best interest not to move too much right now.

A few moments later, you were laid back down on the bed, a soft kiss pressed to your temple before you were shrouded in your blanket. With a whispered promise of returning again, Yunho rushed back to turn off the lights and close the door, enveloping the two of you in darkness. You waited a second, two, and then the bed dipped behind you with a quiet creak.

"Come here." Yunho's arms wrapped around your waist from behind again, holding you closer than before. "Is this okay? Should I give you space?"

"It's fine, Yuyu."

His chest shook with a small chuckle. "Oh come on, don't call me that right now." He somehow snuggled up even closer to you, pressing his face into your neck. "I'm already emotional enough as is."

A beat or two of silence passed between the two of you before he spoke up again.

"Was this," Yunho paused, hesitating for a second, "was this the first time you did something like this, or are there... more?"

You sighed. "Well, this was the first time I've messed up like this and used an actual razor blade, but in general? There's been a few instances, yeah. Most of them happened years ago, but lately, it started up again."

Yunho stayed quiet this time. As the silence stretched on, you began to grow worried. Is this the moment where he gets mad at you?

A sniffle broke through the air, quickly followed by another. The hold around your waist tightened.

"It's the socks, isn't it?" Yunho barely choked out, voice trembling.

Never have you felt so guilty in your life before.

"I thought it was weird, I wanted to ask you about it, I really did," he sobbed, burying his wet face further into your shirt. "I didn't want to make you feel bad about it if it was genuinely just something you preferred, so I held back, but it worried me anyway. I should have asked so much sooner."

"Yu..." You tried to turn around in his embrace, but he stopped you, not letting you see his tearful eyes. "Honey, it's not your fault in the slightest, please don't beat yourself up about it."

"But I should have-"

"Just listen to the same advice you gave me, hm? You never wanted this to happen, you wouldn't be so torn up about it otherwise. It's really not your fault."

With what you assumed to be a watery hum of agreement, Yunho nodded into your back.

You tried to turn around again, and this time, Yunho finally let you. You watched as his silhouette sat up, reaching around for the tissue box on the nightstand before wiping his tears and blowing his nose.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, crumpling the tissue and putting it away, "you're the one hurting and I'm making it all about myself."

You tutted softly as he laid back down, shuffling closer to him to drape yourself over his broad chest. "That's not true, Yun. I know this is really hard on you as well, you have all the right to be upset. Please don't hide it just because I'm also in pain."

"Okay," he accepted, taking a deep breath to calm himself.

The room stayed quiet for another few minutes, save for the faint rustling of the sheets as you intertwined one of your hands with his.

"If it's okay," Yunho croaked in a careful, ginger tone, "could we maybe talk more about this tomorrow? I feel like I have over a million questions right now, but I don't want to overwhelm you when you should be resting."

You let out a small, sleepy chuckle. "Yeah, that sounds good. I think I'll also feel a bit better if we talk about this some more tomorrow. It's a bit embarrassing even now when I know that you know, but I trust you enough to share this part of me, I think."

Yunho leaned down to kiss the top of your head, making you smile. "Thank you, you have no idea how much that means to me. And please, never feel embarrassed about this. Just because this stuff is not talked about enough doesn't mean your feelings are wrong or not valid. We'll figure this out together, I promise. No matter what it takes."

"Okay. I look forward to tomorrow," you said, pressing a quick peck to his sternum before lying down again. "Goodnight, Yuyu."

"Goodnight, love."

Please, don't hesitate to reblog or comment!! Any kind of feedback is much appreciated!! <333

(Also would once again like to say that this was not meant to romanticize SH in any way, and I hope it did not come across that way. Take care, everyone <3)

[starlightazriel]

necessities 4

series desc: modern day (fem) reader x classic prythian az

warnings: 18+, sexual tension, horny az, reader is ditsy

a/n: i know what i said i swear im trying to update bee series lol

wc: 2.4k

other parts will be on my az masterlist <3

four

No matter what you did, you couldn't sleep, despite your long stargaze on the balcony, and the heaviness you'd felt after dinner—you just couldn't sleep.

"Azriel? Are you awake?" You call out, biting down softly on your lip. There's a moment of silence where you think he's asleep. That was part of the problem it was too silent. No cars outside, no second generation hatch with ocean noises and a peach glow night light, no fan or ac.

"Yes, did you need something?" he finally asks, he had offered you the bed and made himself comfortable on the sofa he had in the other room. It was close by, but not close enough. And the dark corners of his room? Fuck no. You'd seen enough horror movies to know what kind of things lurked in corners.

"I'm scared," you respond and he couldn't help the amused smirk that found its way onto his lips. One thing he had observed in his short time knowing you is that even if you weren't the brightest, you were certainly the cutest. Something tugged in his chest— an urge to comfort you and make you feel secure. A human, he swallowed. "Can you come in here?" your next question caught him off guard, go in there? How was he supposed to keep his hands to himself? "Please?" you ask when he still hadn't said anything. He lets out a soft sigh and the next thing you know hes next to you, you jumped a little, you didnt think you could ever get used to that, the silence— the quickness in his movements.

"What are you afraid of?" he asks softly, the bed dipped gently with his weight as he sat, leaning against the headboard with his legs off of the side and his wings tucked neatly, draping slightly off of the side of the bed. You snuck a glance at him and your mouth went completely dry, your breath getting caught in your throat, he was shirtless and was it a sight. It was dark, but the soft glow of starlight from the windows and the balcony illuminated his lean muscular torso, gorgeous tattoos covered his body and arms. It made you feel self conscious about the girly little pink butterflies that were tramp stamped onto your lower back. His face was angled toward you, tipped back in a lazy way, a pillow between his neck and the headboard.

"Huh?" you mumble, forgetting what he had even asked, your heart was beating faster than it ever had. Even faster than it had your first time playing seven minutes in heaven and you'd ended up in the closet with Colin Taylor— who had been the hottest boy in the eighth grade at the time.

Azriel smirked down at you, but his eyes revealed nothing, his nostrils flared slightly as your sweet scent traveled up and tickled his senses making him hyper aware of the way his cock was pressed against the thin fabric of his sleeping pants. "I said," his voice was a bit lower now, more gravelly, because he was also hyper aware of your bare legs underneath the fabric of the blanket, wearing nothing but one of his shirts. "What are you afraid of?" he repeated his question and his voice travelled along your bones, warming you from the inside out, you swallowed thickly, your cheeks burning.

"Well I was afraid there was a ghost in the corner but now Im afraid youre some kind of demon with sex powers," you reply quietly, your heart was hammering, your legs were pressed tightly together underneath the blankets, and that familiar warm and fuzzy feeling was beginning to fill the pit of your belly. He was mesmerizing and the effect he had on you was infuriating.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, his eyes twinkling with amusement and desire. He liked this, he liked that all it took was a look and the sweet smell of your sex would fill his space, it would suffocate him in a way that he knew he was going to begin craving. Play with her. The shadows were begging.

"No powers, but Ive been told Im— gifted." Your cheeks burn at his words, your mind immediately going to the size of his cock, you had been forcing yourself not to look down. "I think you just like looking at me, I can smell it," Azriel surprised himself with his words, it wasnt often he was this bold with a female. Your cheeks flushed even deeper with his admittance and you were glad it was dark in his room.

"Smell what?" you demanded, suddenly feeling self conscious, your body felt so hot. You resisted the urge to throw the thick blanket off of your body.

Your sweet delicious little cunt that is aching and soaking just for me, but you can't tell if youre terrified of me or if you want to fuck me which makes it all the more exciting and delightful for me, knowing that youre just a little scared.

He cleared his throat and said instead, "Nothing Bubbles, you should get some rest," Azriel resisted the urge to tuck a loose piece of hair behind your ear, it kept falling over your eyes and it bothered him for some reason.

"Goodnight," you sigh, wishing you had the courage to press the question.

"Goodnight."

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When you woke up the next morning Azriel wasn't next to you in bed anymore. He was sitting on the balcony— drinking tea, of all things.

You slid out of bed and stood there a few paces inside, peering at him for a moment, it must have been dawn because the sky was colored with oranges and pinks. There was an aura of shadows around him like the first time you met, it was so unnatural yet it seemed to match him well.

“Do you always stare this much?” he chuckled quietly without turning his head in the slightest, how did he do that? You felt your cheeks heat up, your throat going dry. Every time he laughed— or spoke in that deliciously gravelly voice it seemed to travel through your blood and warm you from the inside out.

“I wasn't staring!” you countered, scrunching your nose up at him, he turned his head to the side now, an amused smile pulling at his lips.

“There's tea, kettles hot,” he says softly, but he's still not fully facing you, his profile is breathtaking though. You could imagine a full page spread of Azriel modeling for Calvin Klein, the thought made your mouth water. Maybe on a balcony similar to this one just half naked—“Still staring,” he croons and your cheeks grow hot again.

“Oh shut it,” you snap and whirl on your heel to fetch your own cup of tea so you could join him on the balcony.

He still doesn't move when you take a seat in one of the ridiculously large chairs next to him, the backs designed to accommodate his wings. How could anyone ever sit so fucking still for so long? You certainly couldn't, not without your for you page.

“So like I'm guessing you don't have salted caramel cold brews here?”

“No, sorry Bubbles,” he sends you another glance, he definitely didnt know what that was.

“So what are we doing today?” you ask, your eyes traveling from one beautiful view to the other, you could see Azriels head turn in your peripheral vision. He was watching you take in the view of the sunrise, your heart skipped a beat. You remembered being nervous for various promotional events, when you had to meet people and make sure you didn't stumble over your words, when you had to make connections and brand deals and all that shit that had seemed so important just a day ago. Now, sitting here, in this other realm next to the most beautiful man— creature you had ever seen… It was a new kind of nerves that coiled in your belly and made heat creep up the back of your neck.

“I told you, I'm going to take you to my family. I may know someone that could help you get home, maybe, I asked yesterday but I only gave minimal details. My— You could call him a brother, also—” he paused, talking to you was difficult, he couldn't just say Rhys was the high lord, you wouldn't understand. “Hes also in charge of this land.”

“Like a king?” you ask softly

“Yes, but his title is high lord, and where we are now, where this city is, these lands are called the night court. These lands are what he rules over, anyway, hes the one who might be able to help you.” He tried to make it as simple as he could for you.

“It's all so complicated,” you sigh softly, it was tiring, all these new things you were learning. You also weren't sure if it was so bad here, considering you had spent all of your time with this sex god. “Google would come in clutch right now.”

"Google? Clutch?"

"An internet thing. And clutch means like— It would be super useful." You were realizing how difficult slang was to explain, did it even make sense?

"Clutch," Azriel repeated, his lips curling into a small smirk, "some breakfast would be clutch, then." His smile only widened when you laughed.

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You checked yourself one last time in your little compact mirror from your bag and you winced. The only good thing about the robe Azriel had given you to wear was the giant hood that was attached to it. It hid the ugly cut on your forehead that you'd gotten when you landed here. You thought about all of the under eye masks sitting on your vanity at home, you needed them now. You weren't as primped as usual but you'd done your best, and you did look post worthy. Minus the stupid head wound.

“Ready?” Azriel asks softly, turning his head toward you. There was a mansion in front of you, and no you were definitely not ready.

“As ready as I'll ever be, did you tell them?”

“That I was bringing dinner? No,” he flashed his blinding smile at you and you returned it with a grimace.

“Not funny,” you narrow your eyes at him, your feet feel heavy and your heart is hammering against your chest.

“I thought it was,” he shrugs and opens the door for you, he could see completely over you, and the shadows lead him to the dining room, you followed closely behind. The house was gorgeous, it looked like it could have been straight out of a museum, you fought the urge to take out your phone and take pictures.

“Az?” there's a slight alarm in the smooth voice that speaks first, and you can feel his eyes on you. Az, he didn't mention a nickname. The other— Man or monster, whatever he was, was also handsome— but not like Azriel, not beautiful like him but still very handsome. And his eyes… Were purple. “Who is this?”

“My new friend,” Azriel says his eyes landing on you again. You blushed at his vague description and he nodded to you. You slowly pulled off your hood and a few gasps sounded about the room. “Y/n, also known as Bubbles,” Azriel looks again at you, and then back to the three sitting at the table. "Y/n, this is Rhys, and this is Feyre his—" he pauses, he was about to say mate, but he didnt know if you would understand. "His wife, and Nyx, their son," he continues, ignoring Rhys' curious, and also warning stare, the claws knocking at his mental shields, "and her sister, Elain," he finishes, and you make a mental note of each of their names.

“She's a human,” it's Elain, who speaks next, her voice is honeyed, but there's an edge to it and your eyes fly to her, she's not looking at you, but at Azriel. You see something flash in her eyes and you can tell— there was something there, you don't know why but your gut twists.

“Yes, she is,” the second woman, Feyre says, she's just as beautiful and she's holding the small boy on her lap, he has wings just like Azriels. She's looking back and forth between you and Azriel, and then finally settles back at the other man, Rhys. You notice their pointed ears, are these people fucking elves?

“And why… Why Azriel, have you brought a human here?” there is an edge in the man's voice, it makes you blush and feel quite unwanted.

“I'm—I'm really sorry for like, barging in on your dinner or whatever— Usually I would come with like a cute bottle of wine or something but I'm not from here,” you ramble and the three of them are staring at you now, normally you loved being the center of attention. Here? Now? Not so much.

"Any friend of Azriel is a friend of mine," Rhys responds and gestures to the empty chairs at the table. Azriel pulls one out for you before sitting beside you, you immediately begin nervous bouncing your leg. You held back a shriek when two plates of food appeared in front of both of you. You feel Elains eyes on you and you wonder why she was staring so intently. "Is this why you were asking about travelling to other worlds yesterday?" Rhys turns his attention back to Azriel, of course he would be able to tell she wasn't from this world.

"Yes."

"Where did you find her?"

"Spring court."

Feyres head snaps to Azriel, and you swallow, feeling the sudden tension in the air.

"And why were you in the Spring court?" Rhys asks, his eyes glimmering and the question is followed by a long pause.

"Passing through," Azriel says shortly, youre blushing now, because you can tell this conversation holds a weight that you don't understand, and you can tell that hes either being vague or outright lying. "Can you help, or not?" Azriel asks after another pause.

"We'll see what the library has to offer— tomorrow," Rhys responds thoughtfully, his eyes settle on you and yours shift to your plate.

You decided that you were not cut out for a world with magically appearing food— and you weren't exactly sure if you should eat it at all.

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[masterjedilenawrites]

Hello there! I have a promt for you :)

What about TBB reacting to Omega getting her first period and/or the reader having a fear of needles but she needs a vaccination to travel to a planet?

Hello! I actually wrote a piece on Omega getting her first period and how her Batch brothers reacted. Read it here! 

I haven't written anything close to the second prompt though, so I can do that one!

TBB & Reader | 1.7k words

Content: fear of needles/trypanophobia and related symptoms, brief description of a deadly disease, Star Wars cursing, platonic but you could read more into the Hunter or Wrecker bits if you wanted (Tech or Crosshair too, tbh, they're not getting any more comforting than that lol)

To say you were panicking was an understatement. You were utterly and completely freaking out. And worse, you were trying desperately not to let your companions see it. You'd fought valiantly beside them for the better part of a year, never once shying away from the things that would make others quake in their boots. But now you were moments away from having to face your biggest fear, and if they saw what it was, they'd never stop teasing you for it.

So you stayed out of the way as they made their preparations for landing, keeping your trembling hands behind your back and your gaze fixed as steadily as possible on an invisible point on the wall ahead. Thankfully they didn't seem to notice or care that you weren't helping out. But you couldn't escape their attention forever.

"Alright, you're next!" Tech called your name as the last of his brothers left their perch in front of him. You'd been keeping Tech and his needles in your periphery, not wanting to fully look at any of them, but also wanting to keep an eye out in case one of them magically took flight and caught you by surprise.

"No thanks. I'll be fine," you tried to dismiss the plan as nonchalantly as possible. But even Hunter stopped his packing to cock an eyebrow at you.

"You'll be fine?" he asked with a disbelieving laugh, like you'd just said you had a third arm. "It's a disease, sweetheart. You can't shoot it out of the air. Vaccine's the only way to protect yourself."

"It's an airborne virus, to be specific," Tech clarified. "Deadly to any species other than the natives of this planet. But thankfully they've donated enough blood to the GAR to help develop an effective vaccination. It's the only way we can go down to help them against the droids that ravage their world."

You made the mistake of looking over at Tech just as he held up a syringe and flicked its side. Holy kriffing bantha shit, was that needle long and thick. It was like a kriffing pipe. It glinted in the lights of the ship, like it was winking at you. Mocking you. Your heart immediately started picking up its pace.

"I'll take my chances," you tried one last futile attempt at escape. Somehow you kept your voice steady, forcing a normal tone around the frog that had lodged itself your constricting throat. But then Crosshair spared a glance in your direction and the ruse unraveled.

"You're scared," Crosshair stated plainly. He probably saw the bead of sweat that had just formed at your hairline. Or maybe he could see the veins in your neck pulsing quicker than they should've.

"You'll take large boils, severe dehydration, and bloody vomit over a shot?" Echo asked. Wrecker paused along with him and now everyone's attention was focused on your first ever display of fear. Fantastic.

"Not to mention death," Wrecker pointed out. "That's the worst symptom."

"I don't know if it could be called a symptom so much as a consequence," Tech mused.

"A consequence no one in the ship will be facing, thank you," Hunter asserted, finally walking over to you. He placed a firm hand on your shoulder, but his next words were a bit softer. "It doesn't hurt that much. You'll be okay."

You supposed you were grateful they were taking a more questioning and supportive approach than one of teasing, but it still didn't rectify the problem of you needing to go through with this shot anyway.

"I'm not worried about the pain," you muttered. "It's the..."

Your eyes flicked over to where Tech was still holding that damned needle high and proud. A chill overcame you and you felt yourself blanching.

"Okay, okay," Hunter quickly moved his hand to grasp your arm in an effort to keep you upright. "How about you sit down first. We'll walk you through this one step at a time."

Hunter waved Wrecker over and the burly clone immediately came over and picked you up. You weren't cured from your phobia but you did find his embrace comforting. You continued to cling to him as he sat you down on the counter by Tech. He chuckled but didn't protest. He stood next to you and kept his arm securely around you.

"Okay," Hunter said soothingly. "Now let's find a distraction for you. Keep your thoughts on something else."

"Maybe Tech could tell us all about the difference between bacteria and viruses," Echo said sarcastically.

You missed the glare Tech gave in response, unable to even think about what he looked like for fear of picturing a needle in his hands as well.

"Or," Hunter butt in, sensing your need for a different kind of distraction. "Let's practice your knife skills. Here."

He pulled out one of his trusty vibro-knives and placed it in your hand. The hilt was cold against your skin, heavy in your grip. You tried to focus on those sensations instead, and it almost worked in keeping your attention, until a different kind of cold feeling hit your other arm and you freaked out all over again.

"It's only a numbing swab," Tech said with a tinge of annoyance.

"No. No, no, no." You were shaking your hand frantically, scooting yourself backwards on the counter to get as far away as possible. Wrecker's arm tightened around you, preventing you from moving. "Nope. I can't do this."

"Sure you can," Wrecker tried to reassure you, but to no avail. You trembled against his hold.

"No. No, I'll just sit this one out. Stay on the ship. You boys go without me."

Tech huffed again, having to re-explain information he'd already shared when you'd first gotten this mission. "That won't work. We'll still be exposed to the virus and bring it back to the ship with us. We'll have to undergo a whole decontamination process when we're back on Kamino, the ship, too. And then it's quarantine for a minimum of 72 hours...."

You weren't listening. Your face felt wet. Were you crying or just sweating? Hunter was trying to get you to focus back on the blade in your hand, but your fingers were shaking so bad you couldn't even hold it.

"Maybe we should just knock her out," Crosshair said. He'd kept himself out of the situation but now couldn't help himself. Your agitation was too amusing.

"We're not knocking her out," Hunter rolled his eyes before cooing your name. You begrudgingly looked over at him. "It's okay. Please just twirl the knife and don't think about anything else. It'll be over before you know it."

A sudden clatter came from Tech dropping the syringe and you could almost feel Hunter's blood start to boil in annoyance. Just when he kept getting you to a good place....

"Tech," he growled.

You cowered into Wrecker's arms again. This could not be happening.

"What?" Tech was saying. "It slipped."

"I don't want to do this," you moaned, maybe a tad dramatically. You shut your eyes tightly, and prayed that when you opened them again, you'd find this was just some horrible dream.

"Oh for kriff's sake," came Crosshair's voice. "Hold her down."

Wrecker's other hand seized your arm in such a way that you couldn't move it. But even so, it happened so quickly you couldn't process fast enough to keep up. He gripped your arm and then there was a tight pinch as something broke through your skin. By the time your brain caught up to what was happening, Crosshair was already pulling the needle back out, swift and smooth. Your eyes flew open and your mouth formed a silent scream, but there was nothing to panic about anymore. The syringe was back out of sight, and in its place was but a mere drop of blood ballooning on the surface of your skin. Echo quickly stepped in to fix a bandage over it.

And that was that.

"See? Not so bad," Wrecker said with a chuckle. He finally released his hold on you, making you whine a little at the loss of such a solid support. You still felt woozy, though you had to admit the panic was dissipating fast.

Hunter, however, was not getting over his feelings as easily. He scowled at both Tech and Crosshair, though the latter was already leaving the scene to return to packing his weapons kit.

"That was a lot of fuss over nothing," Tech said plainly, refusing to meet Hunter's gaze. "Now I just need my shot, and then we can land and get on with the mission."

"You know, Tech," you said, glad you were able to find your voice again and it not sound too embarrassingly faint. "It might help me to get over this fear if I gave you your shot."

"Ha ha, very funny," the goggled clone shook his head, but then looked up at you nervously to gauge if you were serious. The smirk in your lips combined with the fact your face still hadn't recovered its color was indication enough you were not serious at all, only trying to give him as much grief as he'd given you.

"I think Cross has proved he has the steadiest hand," Echo played along with a smirk of his own.

Tech seemed to consider the idea before scooping up all the supplies onto his tray and shuffling away. "I think I can manage to inject myself, thank you. ETA is five minutes. Chop chop."

You let out a tired laugh as Tech disappeared into the cockpit. The others slowly went into their landing positions as well. Except Hunter, who folded his arms and gave you a strange look.

"So. Needles, huh? I was wondering what your weakness would be."

The faintest of smiles played on his features, helping you settle further into your own relief.

"Thank you," you said in response.

"For what?"

"For not making fun of me... And helping me get through it. Or, at least trying."

Hunter uncrossed his arms and stepped forward so he was close enough to put his hand on your shoulder once more.

"We've got your back. Always."

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[the-alarm-system]

Hey, I'm psych critical leaning anti psych, and I agree with a lot of anti psych arguments and beliefs, but there's one thing I worry about that I was hoping you'd be able to offer some answers for, since you seem to know a lot about anti psych stuff

So like, there are obviously a ton of problems with medication in the current psych system. I have personal experience with that; my psychiatrist refused to listen when I told him my meds were causing more harm than good and said the horrible side effects were "proof they're working" (even though they weren't really helping). But I know there are a lot of folks who do see improvements and good things from medication, and I was wondering how this might get handled in a future without the psychiatric system? Since medication seems pretty solidly a part of the current psych system, and I'm just kind of lost on how we'd get people that sort of help without any sort of psych system.

Do you think there'd be more like. An open source market for it, or something? Like, people can do their own research and then just go try what might work for them? Would we have scientists there to give advice but not make the calls for the person seeking medication? (Sorry if this idea doesn't make sense, it's the first thing that popped into my mind.) I see people pushing for similar with HRT; a future where you can just walk in and get all you need to get started (or at least, more information on it), so would it just be like that with all medications? In that case, would it be moreso part of a new healthcare system rather than a psych system specifically?

Thanks for hearing out my question

My ideal world is that every medication/drug is able to be accessed without having to get a prescription, I want full autonomy with all these things. I do think it would be stuck more into the medical/healthcare system or internal psychotic communities to help inform of these resources if people with psychosis may not desire it for any reason. The psychiatric system however labels all differences of the mind as a disease and forces the idea of cure and brokenness. Like HRT I would prefer there to be the liberation to choose to do whatever you want with your body when it comes to meds and also that different forms of the mind is alright to have and up to the individuals themselves to see it as negative/positive/neutral. Sorry if this was confusing, I'm tired lol if u need clarification u can always ask!- Ardyn

[thevelria]

The devil inside you (SFW/mafia!leader!Gojo x reader)

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Warnings:mentioning of blood, torture, actual murder

Wordcount:1313

Author's note: gangster Gojo truly has an effect on me lol I might turn this into a mini series.

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It’s been a while since you were together with Satoru Gojo, the leader of one of the richest mafia families in the city. From the second he laid his eyes on you he was charming and smooth around you. So it didn’t take long for him to make you fall for him. And, oh you did fall for him hard. Being so head over heels that you didn’t even care about the dark side of this lifestyle. 

Satoru was always cautious to hide the ugly part of his life from you and you were smart enough not to ask unnecessary questions. It was supposed to be just an average Tuesday night, when everything changed forever.

An unpleasant headache woke you up in the middle of the night. Opening your eyes halfway and realizing Gojo wasn’t lying next to you. Massaging your temple and forehead you swung your legs over the bed. Sitting at the edge of it for a few minutes before jumping down and looking for your light blue silky rope to get on. 

Big yawns left your mouth as you tried to bear with the pulsing pain in your head. 

You were looking for some pills in one of the drawers in the bathroom, grabbing a painkiller, you headed to the kitchen for a big glass of water. Weird noises echoed through the air as you were leaning against the counter, pouring down the pills with the chilly water you just got from the fridge. 

“‘Toru?” you frowned, putting down the glass, rubbing your mouth with the back of your hand “Baby is it you?”

Since you didn’t get any answer, you decided to discover the source of the noise. All the house should have been asleep now. Every man, every maid should have been in their room, resting. Only a few armored guards marched around the house as usual. As you kept walking down the corridor the weird noise became louder and louder, melting into screaming and maybe begging. You weren’t sure, but you were determined to find it out. 

Standing in front of Gojo’s office door you gulped big, your breathing became heavy. You heard it now crystal clear. The desperate cry of a man as he was begging for his life and you heard one more thing. Gojo’s voice. It sounded cold, it sounded ruthless, it sounded scary. 

At first you wanted to spin on your heels and run back to your room, but your body decided otherwise. The next you remembered that you grabbed the doorknob, turning it and shooting the door wide open. Witnessing something you would have never wanted to see. 

A man tied to a chair. His blood covered face made him unrecognizable to you. Several bruises and cuts covered his whole presence. Your eyes scanned the room in a blink. Nanami, Yuuta, Yuji and Megumi were standing in a half circle, their hands crossed in front of their chest. They were…staring at their boss. At Satoru. Who seemed anything, but normal. His fists were covered by the man’s blood. The maniac look on his face froze your soul in your body. 

So as  the door slammed their head snapped at you, except Gojo’s. He was busy throwing that punch right into the man’s face. Yuuta took a small step closer to you, he wanted to hide the whole scene, but Nanami shook his head no to him. So at the end he stood still. 

Your eyes widened and you weren’t able to form any words. The urge to run away was unbearable, but still you weren't able to move. 

The second Gojo noticed your presence at the door his body tensed immediately. His Adam’s apple bobbed hard and he wanted to rush to you. Hide your eyes, hide this whole mess from you. But he couldn’t do so. He was the leader, a leader on a mission at the moment. He kept the blank expression as a perfect mask on his face. 

“You're supposed to be in our bed, darling.” The cold, emotionless voice of him crawled under your skin. Slightly nodding, that was all you could do before turning around and hurrying your steps back to the bedroom. 

“So where were we?” Gojo clicked his tongue as he rushed his blood covered hand through his snow white hair, leaving slight red trails behind.  

“Please, boss, please stop it!” the man kept begging “Have mercy!” he cried out in pain.

“Mercy?” an animalistic, maniac chuckle bursted out from Satoru’s throat. “There’s no mercy for rats like you.” he grabbed the gun from his desk, shooting him right in the middle of his forehead. “Clear this mess.” he commanded, staring at the men in the room, while rubbing his hands into a towel, trying to get rid off most of the blood. 

“Which one of you was the last, who came into the room?” he raised one of his eyebrows, frustrated.

“It was me, boss.” Yuji looked at the ground, uneasy.

“You were supposed to lock that fucking door, moron.” he clenched his jaw, sighing in irritation “You’re lucky that I need to leave now and fix this shit. Otherwise I would rip your fucking head off.”

“No excuse, boss. Not gonna happen again” Yuji straightened himself up, bearing the sharp look Gojo gave him. 

***

Your whole body shivered at the noise of the opening door. Pulling your knees up to your chest, hugging them as a safe place, while Gojo walked in. 

“Darling?” his soft voice surprised you. You expected him to be angry as you interrupted something you shouldn’t have. Business. And business was always a taboo for you from the beginning. “Are you awake?”

“I am.” you whispered. Covering your eyes from the sudden light as Satoru turned the lights on. 

His whole presence looked like a mess. Blood covered shirt, tiny spots of red on his face. His fists were injured from the hard hits. 

“Are you okay?” you frowned. Your question surprised him to the bones.

“Me? Yeah…yeah I’m fine.” his Adam’s apple bobbed hard as he walked to your bed, slowly sitting down at the edge. “Baby” he sighed deeply “You’ve seen something you shouldn’t have and I want to explain it.”

You kept silent, nodding as you wiggled at your spot. 

“He was a traitor.” his jaw clenched from his own words. This whole situation made him uneasy and way too angry. “He stole a huge amount of money from us and I couldn’t let him get away with it. No rats are allowed in this family. I need to wipe all of them out.” After his last words he looked terrified. He was afraid that he scared you even more. “Please don’t be afraid of me, okay?” he slowly reached for your hand. The fact you let him touch you, to hold your hand made him feel a bit easier. “Please, don’t leave me!”

“I would never…” you cracked a half smile, caressing his cheek with your free hand. Wiping a small dot of blood down with your thumb. “I’m not stupid, ‘Toru. I know there are things that need to be done. And I know how much pressure is on your shoulder as the leader of this family. Was I surprised? Yes. Was I shocked? Maybe. But I would never be scared of you.” you smiled as you leaned in, planting a featherlight kiss on his lips. He pressed his eyes closed, smiling into your careful action. “I’m proud of you, Satoru. And I will always support you, no matter what. Never forget that.”

“I love you, darling.” he pulled you into one more kiss.

“As I love you.” you giggled, pulling back a bit. “Now, come. Let me take care of your fists. They look pretty fucked up.”

A desperate laugh bursted out from him, while he let you guide him into the bathroom. 

[a-cloud-for-dreams]

What are your thoughts on Mal's route in Blades 2?

OOOH this is such an interesting question! Tbh I'll probably have a different answer by the end of the book but in short, I think that the idea was interesting but the execution was flawed. I feel like that could be said about most of the love interests but it's very prominent with Mal.

First, taking this route with Mal isn't out of the question. I always saw it like this: the other LIs have one barrier (getting them to open up to us). However, Mal had the additional barrier of having a ~facade~ hiding his vulnerability. It's one of the reasons the finale of his route in B1 was so satisfying. Simply put, it would be harder to reach his true self because it becomes a two-step process rather than a one-step process. I'm not trying to reduce people's complicated natures to numerical values, it's just a metric I'm using to explain my thought process.

I bring this up because MC's disappearance reinforces Mal's belief that prevents him from getting too close to anyone. That wall that he's built around his heart that has slowly fallen? It's back up now and even stronger. If MC of all people, the Savior of Morella, left him, who's to say they won't leave again even if they've returned? Case in point, I'm not super upset if they did this for the sake of the plot, but they didn't give this part of the story enough weight, which makes it harder to take seriously. This leads to my biggest problem with Blades II so far: its pacing issue.

Personally, they didn't balance the ratio of plot to emotional development as well as in the first book, which had a clear goal in each chapter that drove the plot forward and gradually expanded on the relationships between characters without the paywall. From a reader standpoint, it feels like they had too much and not enough story for a second book, if that makes sense. This makes B2 feel almost stagnant. In fact, it feels like there is a ratio of filler episodes with a plot-heavy episode every few chapters which is kind of frustrating?? I do want to emphasize that I am grateful for Blades coming back and I don't wanna seem like someone who is complaining for no reason a new book is better than nothing in this case but I wanted to bring it up because it's clearly affecting the LI routes. They weren't given enough time to emotionally process what happened, nor did they address how that negatively impacted them, they just ignore it.

Basically what I'm saying is it would have been different if Mal was apathetic and it was addressed in the story in a way that doesn't feel like a casual side effect. Personally, if I was him, I would be too worried to have MC out of my sight lol.

Idk if that was phrased well but yea <3 I'll make a post about my final thoughts on Blades II so consider this post a preview to that.

[hopeswriting]

Not the same anon as before but I have a question about Sephira and Luce. Would Sephira becoming the Sky arcobaleno not defeat the whole purpose of the pacifiers being made? Kawahira states they were made because the earthlings could not maintain the balance themselves anymore. I know people in her family eventually became cursed but it doesn’t seem like she is? In that picture you show her being normal sized and not a baby too.

My question for Luce is that I swear we see her become cursed on the mountain and become a baby. Why did she become a baby if she got the curse from her mom but not Aria or Uni? Why did she bother going to the mountain? To keep up appearances?

I hope all the questions are okay. These are questions I’ve always wondered and you seem knowledgeable

[in reference to this ask]

hi nonny, thank you for the ask!

yeah we're all good with all your questions, no worries haha. to answer them in order, i do get why you'd think that about sepira. like you said, as the numbers of earthlings started decreasing, eventually they weren't enough of them left anymore to be able to keep sustaining the seven stones that was originally the trinisette by themselves. so they took some of the stones and broke them down into seven more parts (the pacifiers), so they could use the help of humans to keep sustaining it.

but it still doesn't change the fact that it's their duty to look after the trinisette, right? and as earthlings, they're the ones most suited to do it and likely can do it the more safely/longer/while feeling minimum side effects from it. so i can see sepira ending up with the sky pacifier/choosing to become its bearer as her caring to keep doing her duty for as long as she can, but also as some kind of safeguarding of some sort. because like, humans weren't supposed to be the ones to look after the trinisette nor are they naturally suited for it. and the sky pacifier being a particularly important part of the trinisette, they choose one of them to be its bearer, give the six other pacifiers to humans, and keep looking after the remaining stones themselves. (because remember, but at this point there's still five earthlings left, including kawahira and sepira.)

and yes, sepira isn't a baby in that panel, but it's because none of the sky arco are ever turned into babies! i know in the anime luce is shown being turned into a baby, but it's during the arco filler arc so, you know, it's not canon. and even in the manga there's some cover pages where amano drew her as a baby too, but i really think it's just for aesthetic purposes so she doesn't stand out from the rest of the arco she's drawn alongside with. because as far as the manga in and of itself says, in the rainbow arc byakuran explicitly says the sky arco aren't turned into babies, but in exchange their particular curse takes the form of a short lifespan.

[ID copied from alt-text: Panels from the manga Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Byakuran says, "The Arcobaleno of the Sky's curse is different from all the other Arcobaleno's curses... Their forms can't be changed. Luce, Aria, and Yuni... All of them are connected with the same... short life-span. /End ID]

as for the way luce ended up cursed compared to aria and uni, bermuda explains to reborn and tsuna that kawahira chooses/curses the arco through two different methods. i'm not gonna put all the relevant panels because it's basically the whole of chapter 386 lol, but yeah, here:

[ID copied from alt-text: Other panels from the manga. Bermuda says, "A passing on to the next generation is set up. Sometimes as a contracted job, sometimes as a representative war. These two things happen once, spread out far apart in a cycle so that it doesn't remain in people's memories. The Rainbow Representative War and the Fated Day." /End ID]

so basically, kawahira either gathers the next generation of arco under the guise of gathering the seven strongest, giving them missions so they can prove themselves worthy of the title, until eventually he gives them a last mission to gather them together so he can curse them. or he baits them with the possibility of earning their freedom from the curse by winning the representative war, making them (which is so sick of him now i think about it actually) gather the current strongest of the next generation so he can choose among them who are the most suitable to become the next arco.

so luce ending up cursed through the fated day is because by then, the cycle of choosing/cursing the next arco was just back to happen through the fated day. and meanwhile aria and uni inherited it from their respective mother, because the sky arco's curse is a short lifespan, and so there's the need of multiple sky arco for one generation of arco until the time to choose the next generation of arco altogether comes around again. or at least, that's how i personally make sense of the arco lore haha.

hopefully i managed to clear things up for you some nonny!

[n30nwrites]

“Dance With The Devil”

Manic Bipolar Male Reader x The Lost Boys

It wasn’t specified which type of of bipolar so I did what I have most experience with. Love having manic bipolar depression lol. This was a request that i finally finished

How long had you five been dating?

It wasn't long in vampire years, hell you were still human and waiting to be a certain age.

They knew you; they knew your highs and lows.

They didn't really understand it though, they are some dummy thick dummies.

The hypermania was something they saw as a fun time.

The random fights you'd start, the times you couldn't stay still.

Stealing clothes, the rush of adrenaline you gave yourself.

The only time they got worried about the highs were when you ran off multiple times in a week. You had just disappeared with no word, and when they found you, you were dehydrated and on the side of the road, refusing to speak to them.

The sad part, you didn't want to be angry with them. The rational part of your brain said it wasn't their fault. But even their touch was too much. They were too much. Your hands were shaking, you were breathing heavily.

You hated that day, still felt guilty for it. Remembering Marko's heartbroken face, the four boys you were deeply in love with were hurt because of you.

David questioned what happened, and you didn't want to give him an answer. Didn't want him to know the truth.

Your family called you crazy, told you that you were just obsessive.

You weren't going to tell them, not when they barely even talked about emotions. I love you wasn't something that was usually said. It was just assumed that you knew it.

And you did sometimes.

The first time they experienced the lows, they truly had no idea what was happening.

You just couldn't get up. Couldn't get dressed, couldn't shower

Eating didn't even seem important anymore. You liked the emptiness of it.

And they didn't know what was going on. They just knew that their boyfriend was sleeping all the time and barely eating.

And of course, they tried to help. But you can't help. The hypermania had gone away and now you were just left as this lump covered in blankets, constantly tired.

They didn't know what to do to help. And you weren't giving any answers. Just apologies.

David was so sick of the apologies. You didn't have to apologize for being sad.

Marko was the first to actually take an action. He laid with you. He brought you your favorite food (that no longer seemed to have an effect on you) and even though you didn't eat all of it, you ate some of it.

Little things helped. But they became too much at times and didn't at others.

Then it went away after a few weeks (or was it months? time seemed to blur)

And then one day you just got up, suggested so many activities that they normally didn't care for. But you were acting how you used too. Wild and brash and just doing things for the fun of it

Acting like how you used too

And it was fun again, with loudness and bright lights

And they didn’t mention it again, thinking it was a one time

But it kept happening. Pills didn’t exist for this, no one could really make sense what was going on in your head

And when the colors seemed to darken and being with the boys felt like a trap.

Well this time they had to mention it

The only one who had the balls to ask was David

Man didn’t beat around the bush just was like “why are you acting this way”

You could lie and they would know, or you could tell the truth and they would know

Revealing yourself was scary, telling the truth to people that you cared about, not knowing how they'd react

But you had to, you didn't want to worry them like you were right now.

Explaining it was complicated, a bunch of "what does that mean?" and "Why can't you just get up?"

Having to explain it more scientifically so it wasn't just dealing with feelings. That chemicals weren't reaching sometimes and that the moments they enjoy are actually all a facade, a way to reach a high

Not that way Paul

By the end of the explanation, Dwayne seems to understand it the most.

The next few days are awkward. Not in the way of an inevitable end to a relationship, but they are careful around you. Words are thought before being spoken, actions are slow.

You felt guilty, but there was nothing to feel guilty about.

When you started feeling better, a conversation was held, speaking about what comforts you during those moments and what they should do.

The group actually benefited from this, as their conversation skills became better.

Just a little bit, Paul gets you high a few times as a coping method before realizing you're still human and could get addicted.

[sydmarch]

As a chronically ill adhd haver, it's always cool to lie to doctors👍 if u don't feel comfortable taking the meds u were prescribed for whatever reason, u can tell them u had side effects even if u never took them (i look up reviews on drugs.com as research both on the med and on what a convincing lie might be). An old shitty Dr of mine forced me to try a med that came with significant risk of heart attacks and seizures based on my other conditions (not smth I want to fuck around with obviously) before allowing me to access lower-risk care, so I just didn't take them and told them the meds weren't effective. It's part of ur right to medical self determination!

first off that's so shitty & i'm sorry your shitty doctor did that! i'd have no problem lying if i felt it's necessary but for me the issue isn't really that i'm 100% opposed to trying this medication out but more the way that it was just sprung on me - like i had researched adderall/vyvanse etc, i felt fully prepared to try out a stimulant, but instead some new shit is getting thrown at me? none of the side effects seem more serious than shit like fatigue, dry mouth, & low blood pressure so i don't have any like, solid logical reasons to be wary of this medication specifically, it's really more to do with my specific mental health. my therapist knows all about this but my np doesn't (again i don't like her & have only opened up to the degree i needed to get a formal diagnosis lmao, the real mental health shit i save for my therapist whom i absolutely love) but pretty much the primary facet of my anxiety is health related. both the "baselessly have convinced myself at various points in my life i had tetanus, appendicitis, a brain tumor, etc etc" and "will i die of liver failure or a stomach ulcer if i take 3 ibuprofen now and then have a single beer later" types so i'm more cautious than most people with adding new meds & stuff. like, to a fault because i've given myself physical symptoms from worrying about these things lmao like getting my mpox vaccine & being so worried about having an allergic reaction i started sweating & having blurred vision until i talked myself down from it & reminded myself a dozen medical assistants were watching us all for that exact reason, also you're literally just causing these problems for yourself right now you're not having a reaction LOL. anyway! i'm not opposed to trying it the experiences i've seen people share range from meh to positive i haven't seen anything that sounds like a horror story i just wish i had an np i liked & trusted more & would've liked if maybe during our first session or something she had gone over the different types of meds & how they work so that while we were working on the assessment for 3 weeks i could've been doing my research & felt prepared for when she eventually gave me something rather than it being like "here's a prescription for something you've never heard of & also i'm not going to do a great job of answering your questions. should you stop taking your cbd when you take your first pill? idk ask the pharmacist" liiiiiiike!!!

[criticalsucc]

32, 35, 58, 62 ? 😁💙✨

32. Do you fantasise more about real situations, or imaginary/impossible ones?

Usually real, like things that could actually happen if money, time, and ability to talk to people weren't limiting factors. I do rarely engage in the odd fantastical fantasy (for example: a coven of witches summoning a succubus queen and offering me as a "sacrifice" to her), but most of the time it's just like whatever thing I physically want to do in that moment. I have a very strong ability to visualize and a strong visual memory (thank you autism) so this is something I make use of quite frequently 😅

35. Do you always fantasise while you masturbate?

Yep I can't get off on physical stimulation alone while masturbating. I could when I was a teenager, but those days are long past lol. I have to have some idea to latch onto, and then I can kind of delve deeper into it and play out a scenario and linger on the parts I really enjoy. That really helps to build the sensation for me. That's basically what I need when I don't have the emotional stimulation of an actual partner in the room with me (or the pheromones I guess)

58. Do you get off easier from rough contact, or gentle?

In general I like a variety. I like the slow teasing grind, and I like a hard deep fuck. And I generally prefer to start slow and build up the pace. But to actually "get off" it's gotta be...not rough, but really intentional and concentrated. I have to hit a certain rhythm and pace (but not too fast) with full deep strokes in order to cum. So that tends to be a little more on the rough side.

62. What’s your favourite position in which to receive oral?

mmm my favorite would probably have to be with me standing or sitting somewhere like the edge of a bed, and my partner kneeling in front of me. I like it this way because once I'm really good and hard, I like for my dick to be pulled (gently!) down to a position that is basically perpendicular with my body or slightly below it, because the tension on the muscles really heightens the sensation, and I feel like that's a position that lends itself well to that. And when they let it go and it kind of springs back up, oh my god 🤤. Oh and of course the image of them looking up at me. That look that says “mm this feels good doesn’t it? i know how much you like it.” 😮‍💨😮‍💨 I don't seem to get the same effect if I'm lying horizontal and they are hovering over me, but that's still fun too.

Thanks for the questions!!! 😁♥️✨

[larkreadsop]

Different anon from before but yes fuck the Seraphims control hierarchy!! All my homies hate the Seraphims control hierarchy!! (I'm still hoping Oda give us a proper explanation about why the rules work like that™️)

I agree the best part about the arc has been the lore! (Tho me and my friends have been joking about how it feels like "Lore dump amusement park" at times lol) and like you said I pray for more Straw Hats interactions! Please Oda I'm begging you here!

But I'm also kinda annoyed that CP0 has made like every mistake possible since they arrived Egghead (God forbid characters associated with the WG are competent!), I'm still confused as to why Kizaru/Saturn didn't traveled with them in the first place, do you think there's a reason for that or just because plot? I've read some people theorize about the WG also wanting to get rid of CP0, and I guess it makes sense with Stussy being a spy but what did the furries do?

On the other hand I kinda understand that it was probably build up for their temporary alliance, do you have any predictions on how that's going to play out? I'm hoping that it last enough to give more character development to Lucci and Kaku, if not, I don't see the point in bringing them up again in the story, since I assumed, like many other people theorized before, that CP0 was going to fight SWORD (?) But now who knows really! There's to many questions!! Sorry for bothering you with my ramblings and my bad grammar! Thank you for sharing your read-through, it has been a delight to read!! ❤️

No worries! I love long messages like this!

Yeah, the Seraphim hierarchy is...really a mess and I feel like that's a pretty common complaint because while I can understand the need to have a kind of command chain, when there's no failsafe and no real logic to how it can be overridden it just makes it really confusing to try and figure out.

The lore has been great, especially since a lot of it has been building up for a long time now--including Vegapunk himself--but it feels like the Strawhats have just kind of been dumped into it instead of being a part of it. I'd say that particularly Franky, Chopper and Usopp could benefit from being there (and maybe they still will but right now it barely seems like they'll get a moment to breathe before they all need to get out).

Part of me feels like CP0 is suffering from what I'm going to call 'The Scooby-Doo Effect' in that both here and back in Water 7 they probably would have been fine with their plans if it weren't for those meddling Strawhats, though as far as Kizaru's concerned it's mentioned he was already on the way to Egghead for a 'prior operation' so my best guess there is that CP0 was sent both to assassinate the Vegapunks and find out what happened to all of the previous Cipher Pol agents that had disappeared. Kizaru traveling with one of the elders is bound to get noticed so if they wanted to take out Vegapunk discretely it makes sense to send assassins to do it. I suppose it's also possible, going back to the whole Seraphim hierarchy, that Saturn's coming along for that since they have the highest authority but need to be there in person for it to work.

As far as the WG's feelings on CP0 they...seem to consider them expendable, at least based on what happened in Wano, and while I'm not sure if they ever suspected Stussy--because by all accounts she's apparently been part of that voluntarily for over twenty years--they've already gone after CP9 after Enies Lobby so I feel like any trust there might have been between them is shaky at best from both sides (though, again, I feel like all of this would be much clearer if Oda would tell us how they ended up back with the government in the first place but I keep repeating myself on that one!!).

I really hope this leads to some good development for Lucci and Kaku and there's been this...loose narrative thread running through the last few arcs that for the most part at least the higher ranking Cipher Pol agents have no freedom and no agency of their own, and that basically the three options they have in life are do their jobs properly, rot in Impel Down, or get eliminated by the very people they, for the most part, had no say in working for in the first place. So it's been set up to be a very...bleak existence, and seems especially interesting given that one of the big themes of One Piece in general is freedom.

So while I'm not sure if that's actually going anywhere, I'd like for it to and it would make sense for Lucci and Kaku to be involved if that was the case. I know a lot of people had made the shield-and-sword connection but after what Guernica said to Drake about how he 'envies' that Drake gets to choose his own destiny, and now that we know SWORD are kind of...Marines that follow their own code of honor regardless of what the government believes, I'm more inclined to think that instead of physically opposing each other it's more of a clash of ideals as to what both CP0 and SWORD represent within the story.

...I hope some of that made sense but that's where my thoughts are at the moment!!

[chrisevansstitties]

Lol it's fine. It was just a little confusing but don't worry.

I know. Things may be looking up for the weyler department. I'm glad the show runners weren't completely moved by that side of the fandom.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot the part of the lore where hydes tend to go insane without masters. Okay, he definitely escaped that van in the last episode, so he could be on the run. I don't know if I mind Wednesday being his new master or not. I mean as long as they can keep open communication about it then maybe. Maybe they'll lean more towards an alpha role, like how it is in werewolf lore. And with werewolves already being in the series it could make sense. I don't know. As long as there's established health boundaries. Or maybe they'll try and rid of that limitation somehow & find a way hydes won't need masters anymore & finally being able to live their lives without needing a master. I think I like the idea of hydes being liberated more. That way it effects more than just Tyler. But the alpha thing could work out for a limited time until they find a way to do so. But this is just my fan theory. I wonder how the writers will approach this.

I can't wait to see Wednesday & Tyler reunite for the first time. I wonder how it will play out. Will she be sympathetic towards him? Will she be angry? I just don't know. But I want to witness that first meeting. I want them to talk about things & see if they come to an understanding & how. Was he completely acting when Wednesday had him tied up in Xavier's shed. Is he upset that she tried to torture him given his history of it. There needs to be a clear discussion.

Joel, I love you. But stay where you are. At least for now.

Ugh, I don't think I could handle it if that happened to Fran. I mean it could fit, I'm just saying I might need a break between episodes. I don't want it to be a thing, but I could see it happening. It just makes my skin crawl. Maybe that couldn't been what awakened her hyde. It's commented in she show that you'd have to be a sick person to awaken a hyde. I just wonder if it'll line up with the timeline of her death. And if something like that happened to Fran to it begs the question of how many other hydes have been sexually abused. With both Tyler & now possibly Fran. It gets even more twisted.

I don't know if Percy will be written off though. Both his mom & dad are writers & producers in hollywood. I don't think they wrote for Wednesday, but the might have the pull to keep him on the show.

Maybe Wednesday saving Xavier could've been her taking responsibility for her destiny. Given the fact that she was prophesied to be be the one to go against Crackstone, she didn't want people's lives to be on her, and he did just try to save her. So she wouldn't feel like she owed him anything. However you want to see it. I didn't really care for him too much anyway. He’s starting to irritate me now.

Can I be honest & say I didn't really care for the Lady Gaga song they used for the meme either? I really enjoyed the song that actually played in the episode. That & the fact that it was being ignored that she was dancing for Tyler, all while clowning Tyler for not being able to keep up with her at the same time irked me. And with the Enid thing, I mean come on, everyone was looking at Wednesday at that dance. They need to let that go.

It was the embodiment of, "Everybody's watching her, but she's looking at yooouuu."

At this point, with wenclairs, I wouldn't even be surprised if it didn't happen. I'm not going to say it didn't, but I wouldn't put it past them.

Yeah, we need more Galpins story. But I'd also like to learn more about everyone. I hope they don't keep adding so many characters to the point where it's hard to keep up with. I hope everyone gets enough screen time. Enid's mom can go kick rocks. I get why Enid was so adamant about making friends & wanting Wednesday to accept her because of the way her mom treats her. I hope they don't forget that she has a ton of brothers. Bianca's mom's cult thing seems pretty wicked & scary. Vincent he's like a leader or something I think Xavier mentioned that. He could also be corrupt.

Yeah, like ignore all of Wednesday's character growth just to write it of as romantic diminishes not only the characters, but the writing. It's a slap in the face. Wednesday has grown so much from the beginning of the series & we've been show why & how. But to take the story & basically try to force pieces into places it doesn't fit just so the ship you like to come on top is deranged, entitled, & insulting to the writing & creators of the show. It's like they like the template but not the actual characters themselves.

I wonder if they'll try & keep Percy after this.

I don't get why people can't just not like a ship. Like, they keep trying to force this toxic narrative on weyler & when you say it's perfect for the Addams family they deny it. And now people are trying to make it seem like Tyler is so much older than Wednesday when like, if so, it's a year at max. Or you're somehow homophobic for choosing weyler or wenclair. Just say you don't like the ship & move on. Stop trying to start a whole movement to hate the relationship.

Don't worry. It's not you who annoyed me. It was fandom.

Can we talk about how Wednesday was in the most none triangle love triangle ever? Like, Wednesday and Tyler were doing their own thing meanwhile Xavier was just kind of there. Now if Wednesday liked Xavier too that would be a proper triangle, but that’s not what played out. She was always upfront with him that she was there for Tyler. He was just guy on the side who had a thing for a girl who’s into someone else. It was never a triangle. It almost confuses why anyone calls it a triangle at all.

[killerlookz]

Dress my Wounds (Edward Nashton x gn! Reader)

Description: Edward shows up at reader's apartment severely injured after a murder doesn't go as smoothly as planned (pretty much pure fluff)

Warnings: murder, description of injuries/wounds/blood (nothing INSANELY graphic), reader has questionable morals (know's Edward's the riddler + doesn't mind)

Word count: 5,052 (i got a little carried away lol)

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You sigh at the pleasant sound of rain hastily tapping your window, and pull a blanket up closer to your chest. You invite the feeling of warmth from the plush blanket as you snuggle up with it, lazily draping your head against the armrest of your couch. A quiet yawn escapes you while your eyes fixate on the TV in front of you. You watch tonight's Jeopardy episode intently, trying to drum up the answers before any of the contestants do.

"Christian Bale brought to life Patrick Bateman, a wealthy businessman and part-time serial killer in this novel turned movie" states Alex Trebek on the other side of the screen.

"That's easy," you say to yourself, "American Psycho!"

"What is American Psycho?" says one of the contestants.

"Correct, $400 for you,"

You smile faintly at the satisfaction of having gotten one of the questions correct. Eddie would be proud, you think to yourself. Edward was a pretty big fan of Jeopardy, and he had gotten you into watching it nightly after it had become one of your pastimes to do together whenever either one of you would stay over the other's apartment.

Your eyes widen as a loud sound effect plays from your TV's speakers and the colors from the screen reflect on your face just a little brighter, announcing the round's daily double. But then, there's a subtle knock on your door and your head flings to the side. Puzzled, you pause the TV and get off the couch, you weren't expecting anyone and it was pretty late for company even if you were. You wander over to your door and stand up on your toes to look through the peephole. When your eye finally aligns with the small hole and adjusts to the distorted view you feel your heart plummet down into your stomach.

Just outside stood Edward, looking longingly up towards the peephole, you can barely make out his bloodshot eyes from behind his shattered glasses. One of his cheeks is scratched up, and he has a bloody nose that's leaking crimson down his swollen lips and a darkly bruised black eye. His face appears to be twitching and he's tightly grasping his upper arm with his opposite hand and he is absolutely drenched from the rain.

You quickly undo the locks on your door and swing it open,

"Oh, Eddie!" you whine, reaching out your hands and motioning him inside. You run your hands through your hair anxiously before shutting the door behind him as he walks in. "God, Edward, what happened to you?" you try to look him in his eyes but he has this painful expression on his face that makes it hard for you to look at him. You can tell behind the cracked lenses of his glasses that he's crying which causes an indescribably painful ache in your heart that nearly makes you well up in tears. You want to hold him, and kiss him, and tell him, everything will be okay, but you don't even know what's wrong with him, and you fear if you were to throw your arms around him you'll only hurt him more.

"He fought back," Edward said meekly, his voice hoarse.

You were aware of Edward's activities, his yearning for change, and the extreme measures he was willing to take to get there. Yet despite the brutality he'd inflicted on others, it never seemed to turn you away from him. It wasn't like you were just going to fall out of love with the man you had spent so many years loving just because he wanted the people driving your city into the ground to pay for their actions.

"Who, baby?" you swallowed hard, "God, let's get you to the bathroom," you huff under your breath, not giving Edward time to answer. You wrap an arm around his waist to try to help him maintain his balance as you lead him over to your bathroom. The sound of his wet boots makes a squeezing sound against the wood of your apartment floors.

You enter the room and flip on the light, a bright fluorescence now enveloping the room. You sit him down on the rim of the tub and he looks up at you with wet, puppy dog eyes, and you feel ready to cry over how much pain he's in. Your gaze slowly averts to his arm, you notice the palm of the hand that's squeezing it is bloodied. You gasp and realize the surrounding area of his jacket is also stained with blood. "Your arm," you say, panicked, "Eddie, what happened to your arm?"

Edward opens his mouth but nothing comes out, and so he tries again.

"He had a knife," his eyes slowly start to go wide and he shakes his head back and forth, "I wasn't expecting him to put up such a fight."

Putting two and two together, realizing Edward was either stabbed or slashed you quickly turn to your medicine cabinet and begin rummaging through it.

"God has this thing always been so cluttered?" you mumble anxiously to yourself before finally coming across a roll of bandages. You pull out some band-aids, as well as hydrogen peroxide and cotton balls from the cabinet under your sink. With shaky hands, you try to gather everything together before reaching into your shower and grabbing a washcloth and wetting it under the sink. You look at everything that you've gathered and hope that it's enough to clean and care for Edward's wounds.

"Eddie, can you stand up and lean against the sink for me?" you ask so you can tend to his arm first. Edward gets up and takes a few steps over towards the sink, resting his back against its outer edges. You look at him for a moment and try to think what was the best way to go about getting his layers off without taking pressure off the wound for too long. You sigh, and place your hand on the collar of his jacket, Edward looked at you and slowly removed his hand from his arm, revealing just how bloodied he really was. You inhale sharply as you saw the deep red that stained his jacket and hand, but you know you can't linger for too long and begin removing his jacket. You notice him wince as the fabric passes his wound. Finally the jacket is off and you toss it over the shower rod.

You turn back to Edward, "I know it's gonna hurt, but can you lift your arms for me, I'll be fast." you ask as you place your hands at the hem of both his hoodie and the shirt he had underneath so you could take them both off at the same time. Edward nods slowly and begins to gradually raise his arms above his head. His face contorts in pain and small groans escape his mouth as he does so, making your heart sink inside your chest.

Finally all his layers are off and your able to get a good, proper look at his arm.

"What happened Eddie?" you ask as you examine his arm. It's covered in blood and continues to bleed, his arm is drenched in various shades of red. A bright crimson pours from the wound, while specks of dark, dried, maroon can be found in other spots. You sigh, relieved, that despite the perfuse bleeding, it seems he wasn't cut deep enough to the point that he'd need stitches.

You grab the washcloth and start to clean up his arm as Edward begins to explain, "It was this cop, working for Falcone, I found out he was pretending to be a dealer for some of Falcone's rivals, and secretly poisoning their supply... sabotaging their drugs so they were no good and people don't won't want to buy from them anymore." he started, small gasps and whines occasionally leaving his lips whenever you got too close to the wound. "It lead to a bunch of fatal overdoses around the city... all those people dead just so Falcone could drive business over to his operation and make his greedy, rich, ass even richer."

"Awful," You shake your head, "This city is full of filthy scum." You'd finished cleaning up the blood from Edward's arm as best as you could, and now you had to actually clean the wound, "Continue with the story baby, this is going to hurt a lot, you'll want to distract yourself," you say, already dreading how much pain you know this is going to cause him. You begin to prep some cotton balls as he continues with the story.

"Well, I found his apartment, broke in while he was at work, the dumb bastard never even locks his doors, well, when he came home, I waited for the perfect time to attack, but as I was sneaking up behind him, I stepped on a creaky piece of- AHHH," He suddenly cut himself off as the peroxide soaked cotton ball began to touch the area outside his wound. You quickly look up at Edward at the sound of his distress, his eyes are welling up with tears, and you notice he's suddenly grabbed a hold of your free arm, squeezing it so tight you're sure he'll leave a bruise.

"I'm so sorry Baby," you sigh.

Edward looks up at the ceiling and blinks away the tears that are welling up in his eyes,

"It's okay," his grip on your arm relaxes, "It's okay, keep going,"

"I'm almost done, and then we can bandage it, mmkay?" Edward nodded to you in response.

"Well-uh, where I left off," He begins, his voice wavering, "I stepped on a creaky piece of wood, and he heard me- ah shit he- he got me down before I could get him down... and- fuckfuckfuck ahh shit we, fought a little, he was able to get my mask off, he pulled out a knife, god-fuck-ah, he put up a pretty good fight- but-but I got him, I got him." Edward finished explaining, interjecting here and there with expletives when the pain became too much. "He got what he deserved."

"You gotta be careful honey," you say as you finish cleaning up the final areas around the wound. Edward is whining in pain, his breathing is labored, and his fingertips have found their way dug back into the skin of your arm. "You uh- you didn't leave any of your blood at the scene, did you?"

"I am careful," he says, letting go of your arm. You notice a small shift in his voice and notice that he's getting a little defensive. "Of course, I didn't. I'm very careful about these things. You know this. I cleaned the blood, and took the knife." He looks at you with a tearful gaze, "I had it all planned out," Edward shook his head, his lip quivering, "My work is ruined."

You look up so your eyes meet his, you knew how passionate he was about these things. You knew the time, the effort, the precision he put into everything, and you knew how much pride he took in his work. He was smart, methodical, everything he did had meaning, and he knew the work of his survival instincts did not carry the same meaning as his work would on a well planned and thought out night.

"Eddie, I know you're careful, I didn't mean it like that... I just- I worry you know, I don't know what I'd do if anything ever happened to you," you reach your hand up and stroke his cheek, careful not to touch any of the scrapes and cuts that litter his face. "I'm not insulting your method, it just hurts me to see you hurt, that's all," you exhale and remove your hand from his cheek, but Edward grabs your wrist before your arm swings back to your side. He places your hand back up to his cheek and kisses the inside of your thumb, and all along down to the palm of your hand while he nuzzles his face into your touch. You form a small smile at his action, the affection makes your heart start to flutter.

"I need to bandage your arm now," you say, slowly removing your hand away from his face and he nods. You grab the bandage from off the sink's counter and begin to wrap it around Edward's arm. He seems a little calmer now, his breath only hitching slightly when your fingers get too close to the open laceration. You finish and tuck the end of the bandage in to keep it in place, before leaning over and planting a small kiss on Edward's arm over the bandage. You hoped that it would be enough and that you had not judged his injury incorrectly by thinking it was less severe than it actually was.

You bend down to get another washcloth from the cabinet under your sink so you could have one that wasn't already covered in blood to clean up Edward's face with.

"I'll clean your face up now honey," you glance back up at him, "Just sit back down on the edge of the tub." You say, running the cloth under warm water from the sink.

Edward obliged, and you got down on your knees, between his legs, and sat up straight so the two of you were nearly at eye level now. You placed your hands on either side of Edward's head, your fingers carding through his hair for a split moment before grabbing the temples of his glasses and taking them off.

"Do you have another pair of glasses?" you ask as you set the broken pair aside. "At home?"

"No, those were my only ones," Edward responded, dejectedly.

"Mmm then it looks like we'll have to go out and get new ones tomorrow," you smile

"Yeah but I- I liked the way those ones looked on me. I thought they looked nice."

You shifted your mouth to the side for a moment before speaking,

"I think you'll look nice in any pair of glasses you try," you push Edward's hair back, and quickly run your fingers over the back of his head, "But I'm sure we can find another pair of clear-rimmed glasses." You place your hand around the back of Edward's neck and gaze at his bloodied face. You sigh as your eyes pass over the scrapes and cuts that litter his face, frowning at the bruise that was forming around one of his eyes. Even now he looked so beautiful to you, despite being bruised up and bloodied, still, it hurt your heart to see him in such pain.

It probably made you a hypocrite, to be all worked up over Edward when he made it out alive and another man lost his life. But, you felt little shame about that, by poisoning those drugs, and working for Falcone, that officer had killed way more people, than Edward had. And those victims were innocent.

You reached out to grab the washcloth off the edge of the sink and first began to wipe the blood from his nose. You place your fingers on the bridge of his nose and squeeze gently to see if he'd have any reaction.

"I don't think it's broken," Edward says, "It doesn't hurt too bad."

"Just being safe." you smile.

The blood under his nose is mostly dried signifying to you that the bleeding had stopped.

"Let me know if I'm pushing too hard, okay?"

You move the cloth around the area of his nose, gently wiping the blood away and you place a hand on his cheek as you do so, rubbing his soft skin with your thumb, careful not to touch any of the abrasions.

Once you finished cleaning up the blood around Edward's nose, you place a small kiss on the tip of his nose

"Can I kiss your lips? I don't want it to hurt." You said, acknowledging his busted and swollen bottom lip.

"Please." He urged.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips ever so gently against Edward's, giving him the smallest peck.

"It's okay," his lips just barely grazing yours as he spoke, "You can kiss me a little harder." he chuckled

In response, you place a hand on the side of Edward's neck and kiss him just a little deeper. He whines lightly when you accidentally press your lips too far against his, which causes you to nearly retract from the kiss, but Edward puts a reassuring hand on your cheek, letting you know what you're doing is okay. His commitment to kissing you, despite the pain makes you smile into the kiss, Edward feels this, and smiles as well.

"I have to clean the rest of your face," you say as you pull away from Edward, "Hopefully this will sting less than last time," you say as you stand up from where you kneeled between Edward's legs. You moved towards the sink and took a couple more cotton balls out and soaked them in the hydrogen peroxide. You scrunched your face as the strong scent of the chemicals hit your nose, urging you to close the cap on the bottle.

You kneel back down between Edward's legs and give him a small smile,

"This should be quick, not much to clean left," you start with the largest scrape that sits right in the middle of his cheek. As soon as you press the wet cotton ball against the abrasion Edward hisses in pain and takes a large breath in. You grimace at his reaction to the pain, wishing that you didn't have to do this to him.

Edward continues to wince at each touch of the cotton balls, flinching each time they came in contact with the wounds on his face. It was hard to see him like this, to see Edward in so much pain, but at the same time, you had to be grateful that at least it wasn't any worse, that despite the injuries, nothing truly horrific had happened to him.

You reached for the box of bandaids and ruffled through the assorted sizes to look for one you thought would fit best. You pulled out two of the medium-sized ones and placed them over the largest abrasion on Edward's face in an x-formation.

"All done," you said before kissing Edward's cheek where the bandaids lie. You sit back a little, allowing yourself to get a good look at Edward's face. He looks a little bit better now than he did before, most of the blood was gone, and his wounds were clean. Still, much of the injuries on his face would linger for a while until they eventually scab over. "How are you feeling?"

"My head is absolutely killing me, my arm too."

"No worries baby, I'll get you something for the pain, hold on." You got up from your spot on your knees and moved back to the medicine cabinet, rifling through it to find some sort of pain reliever.

You come across a bottle of Advil and took two pills out of it to give to Edward. You set the pills aside on the sink while you quickly run into the kitchen to get a glass of water so Edward has something to take them with.

"Hopefully this is enough, let me know if you need more." You say as you walk back into the bathroom, glass of water in hand. You grab the pills off of the edge of the sink and hold both them and the water out to Edward.

"Thank you, sweetheart." He says with a smile before grabbing the items from your hands. Edward quickly throws back the pills with the water, swallowing loudly, before finishing off the glass with a loud, satisfied, exhale.

You reach out your hands, motioning for Edward to stand up.

"Are your legs alright?" You ask, realizing you had not checked them for any injuries.

"I'm sure my knees might be bruised, but nothing in need of dire attention." He says, wobbling slightly as he gets up from where he was sitting. You hold onto Edward's waist while you walk him into the bedroom, your both arms wrapped around him tightly. "I can walk alright baby." He chuckles.

"I just like how you feel against me." You smile as you continue to walk to the bedroom.

"Oh, well I like..." he knitted his eyebrows as if contemplating what to say next, "Being... against you?"

"You don't sound too sure of yourself Eddie." You giggle.

"I am, I just, don't know how to phrase it." He shakes his head.

"That's alright, I know what you meant." You say while walking into the bedroom. You let go of Edward, "Let me look, let me see if I have something you can wear."

You scurry over to your dresser which makes Edward chuckle slightly at your hurried movements. You pulled out the drawers and shuffled through them to see if Edward had at one time or another left a t-shirt or a pair of sweatpants at your place that he could wear tonight. After some digging, you pulled out a Radiohead shirt and smiled,

"This must be yours," You held it up to show him. "I couldn't find any bottoms though."

Edward shook his head, "That's okay,"

"Do you need help getting changed?" you ask. "I don't want you to hurt yourself"

"Sure. Please."

"Okay, just sit on the bed so I can reach you." You smile.

Edward sits on the edge of the bed in front of you, and you're once again between his legs, standing this time. You bunched up the shirt before pulling it over Edward's head so he wouldn't have to raise his injured arm too high in order to get it on. Edward put his arms through the sleeves wincing slightly, and you pulled the shirt the rest of the way down his torso.

"Thank you," Edward gave you a small, tightlipped smile, "I can do the rest myself."

You stepped away from Edward, sitting down next to him on the bed. You heard the sound of metal clicking as Edward began to undo his belt before standing up and slipping off his pants and kicking them to his side. From where you sat his legs didn't seem to be too seriously injured, some light scrapes on his knees and some redness that would probably become bruises later on.

Now Edward stood before you as you sat on the bed, looking up at his glasses-less face. You silently admire him for a moment, taking in how beautiful he is, even with his face all banged up. Despite the blood and bruising he still looked so soft, so delicate, and you felt an overwhelming urge to protect him.

"What?" Edward asked, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked down at you.

"Nothing," you pause, "Just staring."

"Is it bad? My face- does it look really bad?" Edward asked, "I'm a little afraid to check the damage."

"Some bruising... your lip is busted... and your face is pretty scratched up," you shifted your mouth to the side in a half-frown, "You still look very handsome, though" you smile, "That won't ever change."

You watched intently as Edward's mouth began to curl into a sheepish grin, the meer sight of his smile making your heart skip a couple beats.

"Oh, Y/N." You noticed a slight blush on his face from your compliment which earned a small giggle from you.

"Come here," you motion, and Edward walks just a little bit closer to you, he's towering over you now that you're sitting and he's standing. You throw your arms around his waist and squeeze him tight, his body is warm and you nearly feel yourself melt into it. You can feel his hand on the back of your neck before it makes its way into your hair. He very softly pulls at the hair that sits on the base of your skull, carding his fingers through the strands as he massages the back of your head.

"I'm so sorry Edward," you say, suddenly feeling a pang of guilt for how injured he was. "I hate to see you so hurt."

"It's- it's alright- I've been through worse."

His statement reminds you of the stories he'd told you throughout the years. The horrors of his childhood, and all the misfortune he'd had to bare at such a young age. And that same misfortune had seemed to follow him throughout his life, and had fallen on him once again tonight, which made you beg the question of, 'when will it end?'

The memories of the stories he'd told made your body contract and squeeze Edward tighter. You wished you could keep him here, safe, in your arms forever.

"I love you, Edward," you say, just above a whisper.

"I love you too, so much."

You look up to look at Edward, your head resting against his stomach.

"Thank you for taking care of me- you're the only one who ever has." Edward's hand slides down to your back and rubs it softly while he speaks. "I was a little worried to show up here so injured."

"Worried?" You frown, you knew Edward was naturally anxious, a product of his upbringing, still, you were a little surprised to hear this, "You never have to be worried around me, ever." You reassure, "I'm always here, for you, only you, no matter what Eddie."

Edward looked down at you and smiled, he seemed calm, happy even, which made you feel at ease. All he could manage out was a choked "Thank you."

After a moment of the two of you silently enjoying each others company Edward spoke again,

"How about we finish that episode of Jeopardy I saw you were watching when I came in before?"

You nodded, letting Edward go as you got up from the bed. The two of you made your way into the dim living room. The rain still pattered hard against the windows which added a relaxing ambiance to the area.

"Here Eddie- I'll lay down first," You say, getting onto the couch and laying across it, only propping yourself up slightly with a pillow against its armrest. Edward followed after, climbing onto the couch carefully so as to not irritate his injuries. Edward lays on his back, resting his head just below your sternum, letting his body take up the length of the couch, your legs out on either side of him.

"Comfortable?" you ask.

Edward tilts his head backward to look at you,

"Yeah- this is nice. Do you want the blanket?"

"Please," you smile.

Edward grabs the plush blanket that sits thrown over on the back of the couch, draping it over the two of you. It covers more of him than it does you since Edward is laid so low on your body, but it still does the job for the most part.

The TV is still on, paused on one of the Jeopardy contestant's smiling faces, giddy that they have the chance to answer a daily double.

"Can you see the TV alright baby?" You ask.

"Not really... it's mostly a blur." Edward shakes his head before tilting his head back once again to look at you. "Just vague shapes."

You place a hand against Edward's forehead before running it backward and gently carding your fingers through his still slightly damp hair.

"Aww baby," you frown, "We'll get two pairs of glasses tomorrow- just in case they ever break again."

Edward hums a, "Mmm." in response before relaxing his head once more, turning it to the side so it faced the TV despite his inability to see it very well.

You pick the remote up from next to you, resuming the game show from where it had left off. The bright colors against the contrast of the dark living room.

"I'll wager 3,000 Alex." Says the contestant picking their daily double amount.

"Okay, Thanatologists study this bummer of a subject." Sates Trebek as the statement appears on the large screen in front of the contestants.

"That's easy, death," Edward says nearly immediately.

"Uhh- what is... death?" The contestant answers hesitantly.

"Death is correct, 3000 for you."

A smile spreads across Edward's face when Alex confirms that he had said the right answer.

"God Eddie, why aren't you on Jeopardy." You giggle, not even surprised that he had gotten the answer so quickly.

"I'm not- pretty enough for television."

"Oh don't be ridiculous," you say, still running a hand through Edward's hair, your fingers carefully massaging his scalp. "Don't say that Eddie, you're so pretty, pretty like you couldn't believe," You began to ramble, "So pretty."

Edward's face starts to flush from your praise, his cheeks turning a light pink that you could just barely make out from under the light of the TV. Edward tries to hide his blushing by nuzzling his face against your stomach, turning his body slightly.

You throw your head back on the armrest so that you're looking up at the ceiling, and you begin to daze off a little bit, listening to Edward's mumbled responses to the Jeopardy answers. As the game goes on, and on his mumbles get quieter, and eventually disappear. You yourself are nearly asleep by the time you notice Edward's quiet snores- you lift your head from the armrest to look down at him.

Edward's arms are brought in close to his chest, snuggling the blanket that surrounds the two of you. His chest rises and falls in a slow rhythm, mouth slightly agape as he breathes in and out. You contemplate waking him so you can bring him to bed, but Edward looks peaceful, at ease, and you didn't want to disturb the sleep he was getting since you knew it wasn't always easy for him to fall asleep.

You knew the morning was going to be hell, that he'd wake up riddled with unbearable pain, and you dreaded knowing you were going to have to see him like that. But all you could do for now was let him relax, and take solace in the fact, that at least for now he was at peace, and not in any pain.

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“Forbidden Psychology” Edward would so go on stream and brag about the “amazing results” he had with Y/n😳 I could see him holding Y/n in his arms as he softly pets her hair

Forbidden Psychology - Part 3 (Yandere!Riddler • GN!Reader)

find part two here! 🍮 find part one here! tw // brainwashing , psychological torture , use of the yandere trope , manipulation and abuse , forced brain numbing with successful effects , restraining and sensory depravation , hostage situations , Edwards fans are basically the CEO of being after-the-fact accessories , implications of further psychological torment

For Edward, the inside of his outfit was hotter than it usually was. The most likely cause of this? You, of course. You were sitting so cutely in his lap, brain still mush from the effects of the conditioning. From the moment he heard you brainlessly mumble his name upon seeing him he knew his fans just had to get a good look at this. After all, they were always there to root for him! They never let him get discouraged when he told them of the times you called the police or sobbed in fear upon waking up to see him straddling your lap in costume while you slept.

They were always there to cheer for him, and now they all get to celebrate the fruits of his labor together.

"I had to put the tape over their mouth, but they're not in trouble! They've just been saying pretty much nothing but my first name for the past like...what?" He sat for a minute and pondered. "Week now? Yeah. Week." He laughed a bit, absentmindedly petting the top of your head as you shook happily under his touch. "Everything went well. Perfectly, even!" He said, a sudden jolt of energy showing through his tone, though his voice was slightly muffled by the mask he was wearing. You hated that. The voice was too deep and distorted to really remind you of Edward's usual voice, and you needed a constantly supply of that to bring you comfort. Your head was too burried to look over and get a good look at the chat, but you could see the reflection of the hearts and messages, as well as some donations against his glasses. He looked down at you, and when he noticed you were staring, he smiled. His eyes squinted upwards, signifying this. With your heart bubbling with a warm and loving feeling, you cooed.

You couldn't feel the warmth of his hand as much as you usually would have considering the glove he was wearing, but it was enough for now. You knew very well that live streaming important milestones in his career as the Riddler made him happy, and you wanted to repay him for going through all the effort he had for you by taking the presence of his depersonalized persona over him for as long as you could. "God, if only you could have seen them a few hours into it." He shivered, moving his hand down to massage your shoulder with a single, trembling hand.

"They didn't really cry until they saw me, though, and they were definitely happy. So no." He said in a quieter tone, presumably responding to a question sent in the chat. "They've gotten slightly better with verbal communications, but I guess I really did a number on them." Laughing in a more calm and calculated tone, he suddenly made the move to sit them up. No longer laying, you melted as far as you could into his chest as his arms wrapped around you. He rested his head on your shoulder, continuing to ramble and go over everything it took to finally get to realize your love for him. Though you wanted nothing more than to fixate on the words of your beloved, your curiosity did manage to prick your side enough for you to try and squint to see the chat.

/ f to their brain lol

/ why are they so fucking cute

/ Man you have to release a tutorial on this shit. It seems really effective for what it's meant to do

The chat was fast paced, and you could only read a few more that weren't the first three you focused on, but they all seemed to be satisfied with what was going on. It seemed like such a nice community, besides a few usual bad ones that were expressing doubts and worries. Edward didn't give them much thought, until a single donation popped up on the screen.

Anonymous donated $5.00

Edward was in the process of thanking them for the donation, until a female text to speech voice echoed against the laptop speakers.

/ i hate to give you money but you need to hear this you're a sick man and you need to realize this is all in your head they will never love you the way you act like you love them

The message from what you could see had no punctuation or even capital letters. It was as if the sender wanted to get their message out as soon as possible. Speaking of their message, you couldn't understand their reasonings. Of course you loved him! It's not like you wanted all that effort Edward out into protecting you from orphanage to present to go to waste! You were a greatful partner. The perfect partner, even. They didn't understand. They'll never understand. Edward seemed to feel the same way, and he suddenly gripped your shoulders with a force that caused you to whimper against your tape in slight twinges of pain.

"Shut up!" He screamed against his mask, voice cracking against whatever voice masker he was using from the sheer strength of his rage. It took a few seconds for him to regain himself, breathing heavily and squeezing you for comfort.

"I'm going to take the tape off, and you're going to hear (Y/N) say they love me. Then, you'll finally realize there's nothing you can say anymore to brainwash them." He explained, his fingers dancing over to your lips to rip off the duck tape as quickly as he could as to not prolong the pain it would cause.

Taking a few deep, gasping breaths, you started your declarations of love before Edward even demanded it from you.

"I love him!" You said, using every inch of strength in your body to stop yourself from saying his real name. "I love him more than anyone else, and he loves me!" You called out, the chat booming with small hearts and various messages. You could only imagine how defeated the sender of the donation was feeling right now. Just imagining it cause a smile of triumph to spread across your lips. Edward giggled, squeezing you gently and rocking you from side to side.

"Well guys, they said it themselves. They love me." He purred, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. You signed in pure euphoria, enjoying the feeling of the overabundance of physical contact Edward was giving you. Loving the displays of your newfound realization of your true feelings for him, the chat was most definitely exploding. The spams of "aww"'s and heart emotes quickly made up for the one single opposer.

"All (Y/N) needed was to be reminded of all the memories we shared together, that's all. They loved me from the start, I just needed a way to pull it out of them after the scum of the streets buried it." He explained calmly, continuously petting the top of your head as you mumbled incoherent nothing's under your breath. "It was foolproof, really. 12 hours of nonstop memories of a person being spoken into your ears will definitely cause at least a little bit of love to emerge. If you guys want me to, I could always demonstrate. I'm sure my darling wouldn't mind, right?" He looked down at you, tilting his head innocently. Of course, willing to do anything to please him at this point, you rapidly shook your head.

"N-no, I wouldn't mi-nd at all..." Still gaining your grasp back on the English language, you tried your very best to give him the permission he deserved. The chat liked the idea of that as well, and Edward smiled as he removed you from his lap, placing you on the floor.

Of course, you cried out in fear, hating being away from him to the point where you'd quite frankly rather die. He giggled a bit, waving at the camera in a friendly manner, and speaking a date clearly and slowly.

With a happy "Goodbye!", the stream was over, and finally, you were alone with your soulmate once more.