#they managed it and they would be able to do it even better

[sugar-grigri]

CSM 194 : How Asa sacrificed herself to counter Yoru and save Denji

From Asa's point of view, sharing her mind and body with Yoru is dangerous.

Yoru can turn what belongs to her into a weapon, and it's clear that in these final chapters, unlike at the start of part 2, Asa is the one who appears, but no longer the one who manages daily life (taking part in conversations, eating, sleeping) and, above all, who makes decisions.

This is interference, and Yoru can very well turn Asa's body into a weapon. Semantics are also important: personality. This further blurs the barrier between Yoru and Asa.

I think Asa realized that the more she gave in to Yoru, the more she lost control. When she had wanted to oppose her, Yoru had been offended that she was "afraid" of her or didn't trust her. But : there's nothing more normal than being afraid of a devil.

Asa and Yoru may share their feelings and their bodies, but that doesn't change the fact that they don't share their nature. Yoru is a devil.

Asa has become attached to Yoru, and I think that Yoru loves Asa not in a human sense, but in a purely organic, egocentric way: she's her.

Especially when Asa decides to trust Yoru, Yoru betrays her trust

She even monopolizes Asa's story

When in reality: NO, Asa is not Yoru. Yoru is a parasite who considers her body her own, but that doesn't mean she's the same entity as the invaded body and mind.

If there's one thing that shocks fans, it's the way Yoru steals Asa's first experiences: her first kiss, her """first intimate act""", in a violent way.

When Nayuta says thief, it's not necessarily to be understood as the replica of a possessive little sister, it has a double meaning: Yoru steals Denji from Asa, or rather she steals her own life from her since she steals her experiences.

For the sake of a better union, Asa has accepted this "merger", and it's been "productive".

But she now sees the downside, whether it's Yoru haggling with her body, which is a first split because Asa surely doesn't want to haggle her first time around.

Second split: turning Denji into a weapon. Asa wants to save him at all costs.

The way to save Denji lies precisely in disunity. And I imagine that what Asa would like to do / or at least could do is accentuate the differences. She can't do it through feelings, because Yoru and Asa feel the same. But she can do it through actions and, above all, through the perception of others.

This is a theory, but Asa is someone who has good ideas and who has been able to "turn" a power against a devil several times or who has used Yoru's power in an ingenious way.

So :

Basic rule: Yoru can turn anything she thinks belongs to her into a weapon. The devil of war has indeed drawn close to Denji, which allows her to reinforce this feeling of possession. This is also how Asa feels, since she shares the same feeling as Yoru.

But if she creates distance between herself and Denji, creates animosity in order to fuel a feeling of danger on his part that would push him to back off to protect himself (because he already senses danger, hence his questions to Pochita), Denji no longer belongs to the devil of war

But remember, one can't hide anything from the other, so Asa can't think of a plan

However, she can use what she has observed, how did Yoru manage to surprise her? Through her impulsiveness. Through the Bang. All she did was wait to trigger that sudden instinct to oppose Yoru. And how can she prevent Yoru from regaining control? By scaring herself. Fear is what drives them apart.

Asa did not fight against the interference, she used it: the more Yoru took control, the less she mistrusted, the more she became attached to Denji, the more painful the rejection will be and the more effective the disunity will be. Her absence is her weapon. As well as its loneliness.

Bucky is the symbol of this rejection, but also the key to it. When Asa sees all these chickens again, it is also because she is once more truly alone in her dreams, in her unconsciousness. Running for her is a positive symbol for her character. Yuko and Denji are two beacons of hope, and the fact that she runs is a sign of her emancipation. When she runs in her dreams, she breaks free from Yoru.

Her fears, whether it be the perception of others and rejection, which distanced her from others, from people, from humanity. From now on, this is her best means of rediscovering her humanity. By cutting herself off from the one who had given her back her hope in others.

[damwynz]

𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙔 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙄𝙍 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀

𐙚🧸ྀི 𝙁𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂: Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Ejiro Kirishima, Shoto Todoroki, Denki Kaminari

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ 𝙏𝙒/𝘾𝙒: nothing scary, just fluff. pet names, all characters are in a relationship with afab! reader, love languages with the core 5

an: thank you for over 100 notes on my last post!

Katsuki Bakugo: He isn't good with his emotions. No surprise to anyone, but he lovess giving gifts. Without a doubt, he would buy you the whole world if he could. He'd burn it into ashes if you asked him to. He would notice what you pick up in stores, then in secret, would buy it for you later.

"oi, I got you this or whatever." He handed you the stuffed animal you picked up earlier. You smiled and accepted his gift. Both of you blushing, you managed to get up and hug him. He insisted you let go, but he accepted your touch like he craved it from the start.

He also appreciates quality time. It doesn't matter what you two could be doing. It could be training, watching him cook, or even sitting beside each other in silence while being on your phones. As long as he knows you're safe with him, he's able to relax.

Izuku Midoriya: I think Izuku would show his love by showing acts of service and quality time. Without a doubt, Izuku would do anything for you. He appreciates the small tasks/favors you ask him to do, like tying your shoes, helping with homework, etc. If it makes him feel included in your life, he'd do it.

He dies every time you ask to hang out. He gets so overwhelmed when he's the one planning. I mean, where do I start? The poor boy goes into a spiral with the amount of date ideas and what he should wear- other stuff as well, but he goes crazy. However, if you were to plan the date, he'd be fine with anything. As long as you're with him, it doesn't matter.

Ejiro Kirishima: His love language is for sure physical touch and words of affirmation. I picture his s/o to work out a lot or have similar motives to become "manly", so you two would practically be touching up each other every time you two train. Despite training, he loves your touch. If you forget to hug or kiss him that day, he might actually die. Physical touch reassures him that you're there for him and you're here to stay.

On the other hand, he loves motivating his girl and what's better motivation than one's words?

"Good job!", "You're doing great baby", "Atta' girl!"

Shoto Todoroki: I personally think that Shoto is 100% on board with quality time with a hint of physical touch. He's not used to it but once he receives it, there's no going back. I mean, he's never gotten the love he deserved so when you came along, you finally filled that open wound.

Like Katsuki, he wouldn't mind some quiet quality time. Where the two of you remain in your own corners, doing whatever, while being in the same room. He would probably study your movements. Peeping over your phone to see what you personally find funny, sad, happy, etc.

With the help of his siblings, he buys meaningful gifts for you. Like something poetic y'know?

Denki Kaminari: I lovee writing for Denki so this might be long. His love language is everything on the scale. He'd want to do things for you, to please your needs and emotions. he values how you feel so much that he's probably put your needs over his but you have to remind him to himself first despite being his girlfriend.

Who can forget quality time? He wouldn't want to spend the day without his baby. He's hovering over you 24/7, waiting for your next move. When you're not with him, you can hear his cute whiny voice asking "where's [reader] :("

He never misses a moment to make you feel loved. Compliments is a major requirement. This obviously goes both ways, but he definitely does over do it sometimes.

If you're not in reach of him, he'll make sure to run towards you, arms wide and everything. It's even worse during y'all's alone time. Imagine cuddling and trying to use the bathroom but your stupid boyfriend won't let you go because he'll "miss your touch"

Finally, he loves giving you things he makes/finds. He'll even pick up flowers from the ground and put them in your hair because it reminds him of you. He's the type of boyfriend to go on Instagram or Pinterest for "homemade gifts" because he probably spends his money on food or his personal interests, but if he has extra money, he makes sure to get something for his loving girlfriend!

[lazycats-stuff]

Hey, first I just wanna say, big fan of your writing. Second, I just watched Kengan Ashura, and I was wondering about a batfam x male brother reader who is not a vigilante, but is terrifyingly good at fighting. Of course the batfam doesn't know that, but they find out accidentally on patrol one night. Any of the family members accidentally sees Reader going into an abandoned building and wonders why he is out this late. They follow him and find a crowd of people in suits and one of Bruce's managers standing there, and it turns out that Reader is an underground fighter for Wayne Enterprises with an undefeated record and makes billions of dollars because of fighting. They watch him fight out of curiosity and are shocked at his skill and at the fact that he is better than any of them, and that he uses a style none of them know (please make it Niko style with Kure style combined - Reader developed it for himself in secret). After the short fight, where they see Reader being bored because his opponents are weak, the batfam listens to the conversation between Reader and Bruce's manager (Reader's employer for Wayne Enterprises - and underground fighting), they find out that Reader's nickname is Baba Yaga (or The Boogeyman, or Ogre - whichever you prefer) and that he is the reason why Wayne Enterprises has been able to get so much real estate and why the profit has been so high the last 2 years. They run home and wait for the Reader to get back. They confront him together with Alfred and Reader just pretends not to know anything until they attack him to prove he is lying and he just mops the floor with them without getting a single scratch. Cue shocked faces and Damian begging Reader to teach him his style.

You can finish how you want. Sorry if it's long, and thank you for writing.

Okay, I've never heard of Kengan Ashura, since I'm not really a manga person, but since there is no plot related to the actual series I need to abide by, I'm comfortable doing it, I just need to do some research, so no worries. I'll do it.

And yes, I'm alive everyone.

Also, could not find a better GIF, my apologies.

Summary: (Y/N) fights underground. Bruce and the fam find out.

Warnings: mentions of fights, nothing explicit though. Again, no explicit fights. It's said he fights, but no explicit description.

In a house full of vigilantes who are brilliant at investigating and discovering things, hiding secrets of your own is not an easy task. They were all observant, even when not in their suits and when they were not on patrol. It is not easy to shut off the part of the brain that keeps you alive, after all.

But, if you live with those people long enough, you learn enough how to keep your secrets underneath the radar and you learn how to move past those people. (Y/N) has learnt that the hard way, but he learnt it regardless. He had to if he wanted to keep it all a secret. And now, what would that secret might be?

(Y/N) was good at fighting. But not just good.

He was terrifyingly good.

Better than his brothers and better than his father combined.

Why was that a secret? It should be a good thing to be good at fighting, since he is the son of Batman, after all. The problem lied in the fact that he had a style that was never heard of. And he fought underground for Wayne Enterprises. That made him billions and it was on a secret account, one that Bruce didn't know about, otherwise he would blow a gasket.

And besides, the money was just an added bonus. (Y/N) liked fighting, so money wasn't needed. But Jesus, was it a nice touch to keep fighting. He had a scheduled fight anyway. And it was tonight, so he had to make sure to wait that everyone else went on patrol. And that's what he has heard at the moment.

Shuffling around the rooms, chatter about the criminals and soon enough, all of those footsteps and chatter moving to Bruce's study. And then nothing. (Y/N) has waited for an hour longer before he snuck out of the manor, ready to go fight tonight. It's been a while and he needs to get this restless energy out of his system. He got to his car and started driving.

This time he was hoping that the opponents would be somewhat able to withstand him and give him a challenge. But those opponents are rare unfortunately and it made (Y/N) a bit bored. But hopefully, tonight would be fine.

It was a few hours into patrol now and oddly enough, it was all fine. Usual Gotham villains were quiet and just wanted a peaceful night in, it seems. The only crimes they stopped were some muggings, break in and maybe some crimes they had heard over the Gotham Police radio. It was easier to follow rather than to wait for something to wait.

At the moment, they were taking a small break on a random roof top, just resting their feet and talking about stupid things and the most random things they could think of. They were bored beyond belief, but they knew that they couldn't end patrol early because of two words, what if?

What if one of the Gotham villains tries something and they are already back at the Batcave? What if they can't reach the place in time?

There were far too many what ifs for their comfort.

Damian was glancing around, always on alert, when he paused and had to do a double take. He stood up, now sure that (Y/N) entered an abandoned building.

" Why did (Y/N) just enter that old building? " Damian questions and everyone looked at him confused. What is that supposed to mean?

" What do you mean? " Dick inquired, wondering what the hell he was talking about. " (Y/N) can't be here. He's at home. "

" No, he just entered the building. " Damian pointed at the said building, which made Bruce stand up to get a closer look.

" So... We are going to go inside? To check it out? " Tim wondered, clearly not sure on what to do in this situation.

" Well, that depends on how sure Damian is that he saw (Y/N) enter, " Bruce said, glancing at Damian.

" I am absolutely sure father. I would recognize my older brother. " Damian crossed his arms and scoffed. " Now I'm insulted, " He muttered, making Dick chuckle.

" Alright. I say we get in there. " Bruce jumped off the ledge and glided down, landing silently onto the ground in front of the old house. He looked around as he waited for his sons to come down. Once they did, they silently made their way inside. They could hear lot of noise and they moved onto the big beams.

It gave them a nice view of the floor and it wasn't really a shock as to what it was.

A fighting ring.

The only odd thing?

There were men in suits. And Bruce did a double take when he noticed one of his managers. What the hell passed through his mind, wondering why his manager would be here?! What the hell was he doing here?!

But once he saw (Y/N) enter the round circle made by men, shirtless, hands wrapped.

Why the hell is his son even here!? Why is he fighting?!

Bruce was perhaps speechless for the first time in his life.

" What the fuck? " He muttered to himself, wondering what the hell was going on.

He watched as an opponent stepped into the circle, ready to face (Y/N).

Bruce wondered how much would (Y/N) survive, since he wasn't the one who was trained by him. Bruce or anyone else didn't train him, they simply trained him to have at the very least some sort of self defense.

Bruce nearly fell of the beam once he saw (Y/N) fighting. It was... Bruce has never seen anything like this before. He doubted that Ra's even had knowledge of this fighting style. This was... Incredible. Bruce had to be honest, this was just... How and when did he learn this? Who the hell taught him?!

Damian had the exact same train of fought.

Bruce kept observing, making sure to remember as much as possible. But there was something that was noticeable to him. Two different style, clearly something that he tailored to himself. Bruce noticed the tense up muscles, both in defense and offense. Then the sheer agility... Quick movement...

And redirection of the opponent's moves... What the hell was this? And with minimal effort too... Bruce tilted his head as he watched. This was incredible.

And since when is he so flexible? What the fuck was going on in his manor, Bruce thought as he kept watching his boy fight.

Then there was clear clawing at the opponents eyes, going for the neck...

Bruce couldn't believe it.

He had to figure out where he learned this. He needed to know.

But he couldn't do it here. He signaled to the boys to get moving back home. Bruce would deal with it later, but paused when he heard (Y/N) speaking to one of the managers, well, (Y/N)'s manager.

" You couldn't have brought in more skilled opponents? " (Y/N) leaned on the wall, arms crossed and Bruce was sure that he could see that frown on (Y/N)'s face, even though he couldn't see the face of his son.

" It's not my problem that you are leaps and bounds above them. " The executive said, adjusting his tie.

" You need to get me better opponents. "

" Is that the way you speak to your manager? " The man chuckled and Bruce could only sense the eye roll from (Y/N).

" Well, when your Boogeyman is getting a lot of money rolling into Wayne Enterprises, I would like to think that I can speak to you the way I damn please. "

Bruce's eyes widened as he listened in, adjusting his position on the beam.

Big profits that created a spike were 2 years ago and they kept growing... Underground fighting was the reason why there were even more money rolling in? What the fuck?

" Well, I do pay you well from what we earn, don't I? "

" Well, you have to if you want to keep the Boogeyman.. Besides, why did you give me that name? "

" I didn't name you that, everyone else did. And besides, it's a scary nickname that fits you. " The manager said as he stood up straighter.

" Anyway, I'm going home now. I have to make sure that dad doesn't see this, " (Y/N) murmured, making the manager nod.

" If Bruce finds out about this, we are all doomed kid. Have a good night. "

" You too. "

Bruce and everyone else were waiting for (Y/N) back at the manor, making sure to get there before him. They informed Alfred and have decided to confront him once he gets home. They dressed out of their suits and were waiting in the living room, all pretending to do something to seem natural in their behavior. Not like they are trying to confront him.

And oddly enough, the night is young anyway, so they didn't need pretend to be asleep.

(Y/N) came in, saying hi to everyone before going to the kitchen to get a snack. He already showered at the old house, curtesy of his manager.

" Evening (Y/N), how was your night? " Bruce looked up from a magazine, something he just picked up randomly.

" Eh, peaceful. "

Bruce and everyone else glanced at each other. Liar, liar, pants on fire.

" Ah. So we didn't see you in that abandoned house? " Damian started and (Y/N) tensed up for a bit before relaxing.

" No, must have been someone else, " (Y/N) said nonchalantly, keeping his composure.

Everyone slowly migrated to the kitchen, ready to slowly confront (Y/N).

" Are you sure? " Bruce asked and (Y/N) nodded.

" Of course I'm sure. "

And so they all attacked him at the same time.

And (Y/N) reacted, of course.

By wiping the floor with them. Completely and utterly.

Bruce was shocked and Damian was starstruck. Tim, Dick and Tim slowly moved away.

" What the fuck? " Jason muttered.

" Language, " Alfred stated, trying not to show his shock.

" (Y/N), you need to teach me! " Damian now followed (Y/N) around, clearly trying to get into his good graces to teach him. (Y/N) just wanted some peace in this insane household.

" Who taught you all of this? "

(Y/N) simply ducked into his room, avoiding everyone. Not tonight. Nope. Nope. Not gonna happen.

[kaissatou]

the promise - a lisa frankenstein AU (5.6k)

“Do you like music? I have The Cure.

Oh. Not that kind of cure.

They can’t make you better. I mean they can, but like, emotionally.”

summary; feeling alone, you visit the graveyard for some company. lightning strikes twice, and everything suddenly changes.

warnings; weird girl!reader, Gojo whose lived under a rock for years (literally), alcohol intoxication, attempted sexual assault (not by suguru or satoru) , slight angst, slight suguru x reader

notes; not proofread :( was gonna be waaay longer but i cba :3 part 2 soon if this gets support :p

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You thought about death frequently. Not with suicidal intentions, but rather curiosity. Would your body lay there to rot in eternal darkness with no mind left to wander anymore, or would you be able to feel the dirt on your skeletal fingers, and roam the earth as the ghost of the person you once was? You often wondered if the death still had feelings, thoughts. Would bugs take home in the empty hole where your heart used to be before it decayed, becoming a habitat for nature before succumbing into a moss, sinking into the earth and taking root, the only signs of life being your soul, your memories that your family carry with pride?

The year is 1989. Technology is rapidly improving, music is eccentric and full of personality, cinema is great. The first episode of The Simpsons is aired. Nintendo just released the Game Boy. Metallica receive their first ever Grammy nomination. Nirvana’s debut. The release of Bill and Teds Excellent Adventure, which you liked too much to admit. A shake in pop culture, really.

However, you still managed to stick out like a sore thumb, despite sharing these same interests with the rest of the town. Family life was hard following the death of your beloved mother, your father remarrying too quick for your own liking (and good) resulting in you gaining a sickly sweet step-sister, and a step mother who resembled Lady Tremaine.

It was hard to hate Shoko. Despite how much you tried, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate her. Despite her eyebrow raises and murmurs of dislike towards your outfit choices, she was your sister now.

Her mother, however, was a different story. You knew from the first time you met her that she held an unreasonable hatred towards you, afraid to ruin her ‘perfect’ family image. Your dad didn’t care enough to listen to your complains, always brushing them off with promises that she’d warm up to you eventually, ending with a soft hum as he flips his newspaper and leans further into the comforter. Shoko was the only person who actually listened to you.

“I don’t think that blush is your shade,” Shoko bustles into the bathroom, bending down just slightly to reapply her hot pink lipstick in the mirror. She does a double take, her eyes scanning over your face and your heavy eye make-up in disdain. Her lipstick is a hot pink, a true contrast to the black tube resting politely beside your messy, unkempt eyeshadow palette.

“Gee, thanks,” you murmur, patting it out with the pads of your fingers. Ruffling your hair in the mirror, your face turns into a scowl. “I think I’ll probably just stay home.”

Shoko tuts, turning to you with a blank expression as she sets her lipstick down. “It’s compulsory,” she rests her arm against the counter, leaning her body weight against said arm, crossing her legs. “And you know what your doctor said,

You need socialisation.”

That may have been true. After the death of your mother, you developed a tendency to isolate yourself from social situations, isolate yourself from the world around you. As soon as you came home with your first bottle of black lipstick and The Cure vinyl, your father had urged you towards therapy. You didn’t blame him, because his worry for you felt genuine, real. It reminded you of the times when your mother was still around, when everything was still okay.

Shoko had good intentions, even though she was dragging you to a party against your own will. A party full of frat boys and Sandy Olsson from Grease lookalikes, where you would stick out like a sore thumb. Parties were never your thing, at least parties like these. You much preferred the comfort of your own bedroom and Led Zeppelin to soothe your worries, not alcohol and cramped bodies.

“Why don’t you use my tanning bed?” Shoko suggests, quickly earning herself a deathly glare. She rolls her eyes, but doesn’t back down.

Shoko was a sweet girl at heart. To the rest of town, she was the image of a perfect daughter. Top grades, she was a medical student in training. Popular in school, crowds gushing over her and her equally perfect best friend Suguru Geto. Though he was more reserved. Suguru Geto was polite and kind unlike her other friends, never failing to offer you a wave or a genuine smile whenever he was in your presence. Whenever you had the privacy of being alone, he’d allow you to gush over your shared music taste, sometimes even giving you new recommendations for you to spend the night researching while he and Shoko skip off to yet another party.

Shoko often teased you for having a crush on him, which you constantly denied. It wasn’t a crush, it was just, you favoured him, perhaps?

Stepping out of the tanning bed, you stumble on your feet. The crackle of electricity is still running through your veins, and if your vision wasn’t so hazy you’d be worried your blood would be glowing a radioactive blue. Thunder crackles in the distance- or was it just the sparks from the plug of the tanning bed?

“I’m really sorry you got electrocuted, y/n.” Scratching the nape of her neck awkwardly, Shoko avoids eye contact with you.

Once fully stable, you focus on taming your frazzled hair. Shoko pretends to check her nails, trying to swallow don’t her guilt, while simultaneously trying to maintain her own pride. Her trusty tanning bed had never let her down this bad before.

Maybe it was the bad luck that seemed to follow you around everywhere. Maybe it was that grave that you always gravitated to. The one in the corner of the graveyard, the one that never had any flowers. The sore thumb. You liked to think you were quite alike. Despite being from completely different eras and centuries, you two had one fatal factor in common- you were forgotten.

Satoru Gojo, the tombstone read.

“This party’s going to be clutch. There’s going to be two kegs, and Namami, the emo one, stole a nitrous tank from his dad’s dental practice. Isn’t it just off Bluff road?”

“Uhuh,” you mused, finally managing to tame the beast of you hair enough to look socially acceptable. “There’s a shortcut through the forest through Bachelors Grove.”

Shoko stilled, turning towards you in disgust. “The haunted cemetery?”

Even when she tried to be understanding, she still came off as a little judgy. You never minded. You knew she was trying.

The cemetery where Satoru Gojo lay. You often wondered about what his life was like. Did he have a hard home life, too? You liked to imagine so, for your own sake. You imagined he was similar to you, almost. An outsider in his own era. Or was he popular like Shoko is, a figure of such beauty and grace that it was hard to ignore? But still, his desolated grave was a sight on sore eyes. You wondered if your own would be like that too, abandoned.

“It’s not haunted,” you intervened, slightly more defensive then a normal person should be. “It’s just abandoned. I’ve never seen anybody there. I think it’s really peaceful and quiet.”

Whenever you had the chance, free from the harsh load of school work and your jarring step-mother, you liked to tend to the abandoned graves. To show love to the ones who didn’t have any love anymore. You hoped that the ghosts of once was knew they weren’t forgotten. There was someone out there who remembered each and every one of their desecrated souls.

“I do wax rubbings of all the tombstones. I have a favourite,” Shoko knew you were a little weird, sure. But atleast you were happy. That was all that matters, she concluded.

“You have a favourite, yeah?” She egged you on, struggling to tie the strap of her uncomfortable heels. You walk over, still limping slightly from the aftershocks of the tanning bed incident, tightening her heels with little struggle.

“A young man,” you muse, the ghost of a smile on your lips. “I tend to his grave and leave him flowers, and…

I talk to him sometimes.

I just don’t think anyone should be forgotten.”

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“If you’re looking to fade out, the Ethanols inside.” A gentle voice from behind caused you to drop dead in your tracks.

The party was already on full fledge, empty beer cans and shot glasses scattered all over the yard. His boots are heavy as the crunch the grass below, his steps thought out and calculated. Put together.

Suguru Geto was always so put together. Maybe that’s why you liked him so much, eagerly eating up his presence whenever he was around. Even his cologne was steady, never seeming to fade, the smell of him almost causing you whiplash. You knew it was him before you even saw his face.

“What?” You weren’t fully there, or capable to decipher his previous words. Your focus had been on the over crowded house- and sorry crowded house, but you were really dreaming that it would be over before it started.

“The booze,” you turned to face him, his grin was gentle and composed. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his baggy black jeans, sagging them down just slightly due to the added weight. You adverted your eyes. “It’s in the house.”

Oh. “Yeah, I think that Shoko brought most of it.” Speaking of Shoko, you quickly snapped out of your love-ridden gaze to search for the girl, who was currently whispering into the ears of two girls, ones that you recognised to have gave you dirty looks in passing earlier in the school year. All three of them kept glancing your way, trying (and failing miserably) to not make it obvious. They were obviously already inebriated.

You weren’t uncomfortable under their gaze, this situation having already happening to many times for you to keep count anymore. You loved Shoko, really, but she never knew how to keep her mouth shut. And it was the same thing, everytime. They wanted to know how you ended up the way you did. So shut off, so reserved from the world, so desolate. You didn’t want the sob story. You didn’t need people feeling bad for you.

There was nothing worse than the feeling of being pitied by people far superior to you. People who had everything that you once had, that was now out of your grasp. People who never appreciate what they have.

Suguru wandered off, and you followed aimlessly, like a little puppy with nowhere to go. He didn’t seem to mind- or if he did, he didn’t bother to voice it. He shuffled his way to the keg wordlessly, kneeling down beside it and picking out two separate red cups from the bunch. He looked back to you, a silent offering as he held the cup your way.

The piece of red plastic was still empty. You still had the chance to deny. But when Suguru was looking at you with that purple tinted gaze, how could you not? You don’t think you would ever want to deny him of anything.

You weren’t a drinker, despite all of Shoko’s pestering. You didn’t understand how people your age found joy in it. Where was the joy of being constantly dizzy, out of your mind and not even being able to remember a single thing the next day? You concluded that there was no joy in having your previous events from the night before recounted back to you from a friend anxious over your reaction, your body filled with regret. You’ve seen your share of this plenty from Shoko, so why would you voluntarily copy her actions.

But.

It was Suguru asking. So you reluctantly agreed.

Maybe that was the first mistake. Or maybe the first mistake was allowing Naoya Zenin, one of the snobby rich kids, to chat your ear off. It was all a blur, really. You didn’t see Shoko much for the rest of the night, of Suguru either for that matter.

You don’t remember when it kicked in. All you know was that it did. And quick. Was the sky spinning, or was it just you? Nope, it really was spinning. It had to be. Reaching a hand out, on your eyes it fell contorted. You brought the palm of your hand closing to your face, wiggling your fingers. Your palm was moving, your veins bulging- or what it just imagination?

The panic had already set in. Or had it?

Your third mistake was trying to stand up, all too quickly, in a way that had your body immediately lurching over, your dinner threatening to arise. You stumbled back up to your feet, convincing yourself that you didn’t need to sit down, you were fine- your fourth mistake. Naoya’s expression was unreadable, at first. It soon contorted into one of disgust, though he quickly masked it with a (fake) smile, one that seemed so strained it was more like a grimace.

“Let’s find somewhere more private for you to go sit for a bit, yeah?” He arose, invading your personal space with a rough hand on your back, a hand that was too close for your liking. If you were any less inebriated, the red flags in your brain would’ve gone off immediately, sparking like fireworks, enough to light up the whole town in red flames. But you weren’t sober.

“Here we go,” You hardly realised at first when his hand started to wander, sliding down your back to the globe of your ass, with a touch so feather light you could’ve missed it. And then before it’s even took place in your mind he’s raising it back up, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to steady you.

No, no.

Nothing was right about the way he was touching you. He was rough. So rough, it was unnerving. He led you to a secluded bathroom, grunting whenever you slipped up and tumbled your whole body weight on him.

the click of the door muffling all sounds. You were sure that was Shoko you could hear singing faintly. Your breathing was unsteady, uncollected, uncomposed. It had you thinking back to Suguru- what was he doing right now.

But- oh, oh no. That wasn't Suguru infront of you, and that wasn't Suguru whose hot breath you could feel on your neck. And that certainly wasn't Suguru who was leaning in for a kiss-

Something in your mind finally clicked, and you were pushing him away. You didn't want this. And Naoya Zenin knew that.

He stumbles back into the shower curtain, unimpressed. It seems the alcohol is catching up to himself now, as he rubs his head, his fingers pressing firm into his temples, a groan leaving his lips.

And you run, leaving the bathroom behind, leaving the party behind.

Someone yells from behind you. You can't make out who it is.

You don't bother checking.

☆

Satoru Gojo’s grave is bare, as usual, just as you expected.

You fall to your knees beside his tombstone, the mud, wetted by the previous storm dirtying the petite dress Shoko had shoved you in, matching her own. It wasn’t your style, but for her you didn’t mind it. You don’t know when the weather became so…malicious. It was fitting, really. Maybe Satoru had caused it. He knew how you were feeling, if he was watching over you.

“It’s you,” you heaved for breath, the harsh thumping of your heart beat finally steadying as you took a comfortable reside on his tombstone. His presence was calming, even if he was dead. Almost like Suguru’s.

The thunder crackles again and you let out a pained whine, a nimble hand grazing over the lettering of his name. Satoru Gojo. “It’s you,” you repeat. What would he do in this situation? You wish you could ask him.

You wondered if he was weak like you. Or maybe he was strong. Maybe he was the type of person to always have an answer for everything, a beacon of hope. Maybe he was the type of person that people would rely on, the strongest. You imagined he would be pretty considerate- the misunderstood usually are. You liked to think you were considerate- considerate of those around you, putting others before yourself. You even let Shoko put you in her tanning bed, even if it didn’t turn out quite how she planned it. You let Suguru give you a drink- why?

You often blamed yourself for your mother’s death. You were the only one who witnessed it. You heard all the whispers after her body was taking away in the ambulance. Your father holding your frail young body to his chest, your neighbours watching in concern- whispers of “how could this happen?” Nobody blamed you for what happened. It was a freak accident. It was never your fault. So why did it always feel like it was? Why could you never live up to anyone’s expectations?

The thunder crackled again. Maybe it was Satoru’s own way of comforting you, of letting you know that he was listening.

“Oh, I..” your voice cracked as a choked sob threatened to make its way out and disturb the ambience.

“I wish I was with you.”

☆

How were you meant to explain to the Victorian zombie currently huddled up in your wardrobe that, in fact, that wasn’t what you meant.

He was pretty. Really pretty. He had these overwhelmingly blue orbs, that felt he was staring down into your soul. His hair was soiled with dirt and mud (and whatever else, you didn’t even want to think about) but you could notice slight clean white streaks peaking through. He almost looked like an angel. Oddly pretty for a zombie who should be a decaying pile of bones right now.

He was extremely confused when you dragged him back to your house in the midst of the storm, rain damaging your eyesight into blurry splotches. It wasn’t like you could exactly leave him there- a zombie, with no bearings in the middle of the forest. It wasn’t exactly ideal, but you didn’t want anyone catching him. It was either you leave him for dead (ironic), or take him with you. You chose the latter.

You quickly caught onto the fact that he couldn’t speak. Something about being dead, you weren’t really sure. But he could listen, his dead eyes watching you intently, lovingly almost, whenever you spoke. You quickly caught onto the fact he must’ve been distraught about the loss of his voice, grunting and moaning constantly to get any words out. He must’ve been a speaker, huh.

You shove a coat over his body, and the phone rings jarringly. His head moves as quick as it can for a dead persons, his joints aching after not being used for so long. You quickly run over to the phone, declining the call. But his eyes are still caught on it, a hint of curiosity in his gaze.

You quickly remember there was no technology in his era.

“That’s my dad’s shoe phone,” your own words have you stifling a grin at the positive memory. He smiles slightly. You think. You can’t really tell. “He got it for free with his subscription to Sports Illustrated.”

He makes a noise. You’re not really sure what he’s trying to say, maybe it’s in agreement, maybe his curiosity isn’t yet fullfilled.

You decide to switch your record player on to decrease the awkward tension lingering in your bed room, which should be your safe space. It currently isn’t, not with a Victorian zombie lingering in your wardrobe. Music had always been there to ground you. When your mother hadn’t, Ride The Lighting had. Ironic; as lightning had got you into this predicament in the first place.

“I wish I was with you.”

And then everything happened so quickly, in a flash of lightning. Everything was blue. Just like Satoru’s eyes.

The first strike hit the tree resting idly behind his tombstone. The old oak tree, the only presence ever in the graveyard beside your own. On your first visit to Satoru, the old oak stuck out like a sore thumb. You concluded by its size, that it must be so deeply rooted within the soil. You wondered if it was here when Satoru was alive. Maybe you gazed upon the same tree, wishing for the same fate.

The second strike of lightning hit directly on Satoru Gojo’s grave, and in a panic ridden gaze you stumbled back, your own yelp surprising you. And then the ground started shaking, and you could’ve swore that was a hand coming out of the soil-

The Cure. He’s listening intently. It’s a little dark considering your current situation. Boys don’t cry. Boys do cry, but they certainly don’t crawl out of the soil.

“Do you like this, uh, song?” You’ll switch it if he shows any sign that he doesn’t. You don’t want him to suffer in silence.

He nods- almost. It’s his own version of a nod, the best he can do.

You feel pity for him. You’re not sure what you would do in this situation if you were him. Being awakened from your centuries long slumber, to a girl you’ve never met before crying on your own tombstone. Seeing the proof of your death painted so cruelly on a peice of rock. It must be a lot to take in. And then being dragged to said girls house, and chucked in a wardrobe.

“Do you like any other music?” You question, knowing you won’t get any verbal answer. Small talk.

You get up, wandering over to tne record player when all music has died out, and all that’s left is faint scratching. You switch it to the b-side. The music flows again effortlessly.

“I have The Cure.”

He suddenly perks up, and hums. His fill attention is on you, and you shrink under his blue gaze. And then you realise what he’s wordlessly asking of you.

Oh.

“No,” you try to put him down slowly. “It’s not that kind of cure. It’s like a…it’s a band.”

He rolls his eyes. Well, he’s certainly a character. He’s not exactly what you expected. You thought considering his time, he’d be at least a bit more- gentlemanly. No. He’s sassy. But, he’s still curious. He chucks his head back with as much force as he can, hitting the wall of your wardrobe. A subtle thud.

“They can’t make you better. I mean, they can, but like emotionally.” He…smiles? Satoru shrugs the coat you shucked on him off from his lap.

There’s a comfortable silence for a while. The house is empty, quiet. Your parents are at work, Shoko must’ve stayed round Suguru’s. It’s only you and Satoru right now. He’s still staring at you- unmoving. His expression is soft, his eyes are loving. If he wasn’t covered in dirt, and well, a zombie, you think you could get used to it. Hold on- what are you saying?

You decide to bite the bullet.

It was all a big misunderstanding. If you explained what you really meant, then hopefully, he’d go back to wherever he came from. The ground, preferably.

“When I said I wished to be with you, I didn’t mean that.” You bite your lip, before continuing. He raises his head to stare at you again. He really needs to stop doing that. “I meant I wished I was in the ground, dead.

Because life sucks and people are jerk-offs.”

God, you really do sound like an angsty teen.

He doesn’t look happy. His face is contorted, his big blue eyes suddenly not so big anymore, downturned in the corners. You assume he doesn’t like the thought of you harming yourself. That’s…nice, you guess.

“I didn’t mean that I wanted to be…with you. You know… in person.”

He looks down. You smell it before you see it. It’s putrid. He’s crying.

You do feel a little guilty, before you’re blindsided by the stench. You stifle a gag, and separate yourself from him as much as you can. He looks up. Seeing the distance you have pushed between you two, and his lip quivers. Shakes.

“Oh, oh, I’m sorry.” How are you meant to comfort a Victorian zombie? He’s crying specifically because of you! And, oh god, whatever’s coming out of his eyes cannot be tears. “No, no, no, don’t cry!”

You don’t know if you’re begging for your sake or his.

“Don’t cry,” you try again, softer this time. He listens. “Please.” You add in, for reassurance. You’re not mad at him, even if his tears smell like the centuries he’s been rotting underground. You don’t know why you ever expected different. Well, in your defence, you never expected him to cry.

The dirt tracks staining your bedroom carpet really weren’t ideal. And you had to do something about his - stench. You wondered if he’d look even more beautiful if he was clean. It would be a hard task, but you’d find a way to make it work. Before your parents arrive, at least.

Getting him inside your house last night was hard. His frail body had slammed into Shoko’s mirror and smashed it, sending glass shards flying in every direction. You grimaced. And now you had to find a way to get him into the shower without his rotting corpse succumbing to death again. The poor thing could hardly stand on his own.

“Go,” You cover your mouth and plug your nose, catching Satoru’s attention again. You signal with your hand for him to stand- which he tries. And fails miserably. “Oh..my god.”

It takes some time, but you get there.

“So here’s some soap,” you offer him the pink block, to which he stares at with amazement. Yeah, his soap was probably never pink before. You had a quick fleeting thought about what the facilities in his life must have been like. God knows he’d never used a shower before. “You’re gonna need that.”

He grunts in acceptance. You don’t understand why, but something about him just makes you want to open up and speak. Maybe it’s the factor that he cannot speak back, so you know he can’t judge you. Well he can, but you cannot voice it- but out of sight, out of mind. He hasn’t expressed any disdain for you, yet- no, his eyes are always filled with something else- love.

You know that you’re to blame for the cause of his affections. You know that he must’ve been watching from the afterlife whenever you visited his grave, that he must’ve heard every single word that left your lips. Your declarations of love for a dead man. Affection that he hasn’t experienced for centuries. You conclude that he must have formed a liking for you- whether it was the first time you left him that single red rose, or the first time you cleaned his grave, rid of the moss that was begging to succumb him, to have him forgotten.

“I don’t know why I’m talking so much,” you ramble again. He’s listening with a sparkle in his eye. “I haven’t said this many words in forever. After my mom died, I got diagnosed with traumatic mutism. That’s where you don’t talk at all.”

You don’t know how or why you found yourself trauma dumping to a Victorian Zombie. You had already lost his attention as quick as it came. His eyes closed in on the radio, sitting deftly on the wall of the shower. He examined the buttons and the antenna with a newfound curiosity.

“Would you like me to turn on the shower radio?”

He hums, and your fingers find the switch. “This is Shoko’s station. It’s for beer sluts,” you whisper the last words, like if he heard them any louder he could take offence to it. “I’m gonna turn on the college station. It’s for people like us, with feelings.”

He seems to like it. You reach for the shower knobs.

“Okay,” your fingers trace along the taps, eyes locked on his as if to make sure he was listening. “Hot. Cold,” you start up the water. “This? Water.”

He mimics the sound of the water falling in fascination. “It’s from the future,” you muse.

☆

“What the hell happened here?!” Her voice is distant, muffled, but still as jarring as the first day you heard it. “Get down here now!”

Uh oh.

“Did you smash the mirror in the bathroom?” Damn you Satoru. Your dad’s voice was gentle, a softer contrasts to Shoko’s aggressive mother.

“Last night, I, uh…” last night, Satoru had been the one to smash into Shoko’s mirror with full force when he stumbled into your room, destroying everything that came into his way. Despite being one with the dead, this strength was oddly..alive.

He had been dead for centuries, but yet, he was still stronger than you. That hurt your pride, a little bit. But it also made you wonder about him, just a bit more. Who was Satoru Gojo? Why was he so different from a regular corpse? The twinkle in his blue orbs was so undeniable. It was alive.

“Told you,” Your step- mother scoffed, checking her manicure, her face contorted in disgust. “Your dad wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, but I knew. I always know.”

Currently, Satoru Gojo was sleeping restlessly in the corner of your wardrobe, covered over with a pile of gothic dressers and vintage coats. You’d shoved him in there hopelessly the second you had heard the door slam.

He was adapting nicely- well, the best he could for a dead man. He seemed enchanted by new technologies, like your telephone, and the radio in the shower. You thought he’d be confused at first, maybe overwhelmed with how much the whole world had change since he inhabited it. He seemed to like it. He had developed a special liking for your record player, too. You decided that when all of this about the mirror was over, you’d walk him through your vinyl collection. You’d also have to find him some new clothes, too, because you were sure he wouldn’t particularly enjoy your choices of attire. Something from the depth of your dad’s wardrobe would have to do. Maybe Shoko could fetch some clothes from Suguru if you explained your situation.

“There was a damn tornado last night! Yard full of debris, now I guess I’ve got to clean up the bathroom, too!”

The commotion of your evil step-mother’s whiny voice was enough to attract the attention of Shoko, who bustles down the stairs and leans on the doorframe, watching her mother belittle you intently. “It was a tornado watch, mom.”

“Well, now, it was quite a storm though, Shoko,” Shoko’s mother turns to your father, who has been silent throughout this whole encounter. “You need to be a father right now. Your daughter has a taste for vandalism. She has been deliberately destroying my property! First it was my precious cake stand..”

“That was an accident!” You but in.

“Y/n, do you know what happens to people who act out? They end up in the loony bin.”

Shoko ruffles her hair. “You’re a psych nurse, mom. Should you really be saying ‘loony bin’?”

You appreciated Shoko’s subtle ways of defending you. It was always like this, whenever her mother would find something to pick on you for. Your father never defended you; but Shoko always did. Despite your differences, you liked her.

“Zip it, Shoko.” Her mother relents.

“All right, y/n.” Ah. Dads input. “You’re gonna go upstairs and you’re gonna clean up that bathroom. And, um..pay for the mirror.”

You’d have to figure out a way to pick up the funds to pay for a new mirror, whilst also simultaneously spending as much time as possible watching over the undead corpse of Satoru Gojo.

“Yeah, I’ll pick up an extra shift at Wayne’s.”

You hadn’t truly thought through about what you would do about Satoru Gojo while you were out. You still had your responsibilities, after all- school, work hobbies. You couldn’t do any of that while Satoru was around. He was undeniably cocky, for a corpse. However, he was missing some… parts.

You had found him some clothes from the depth of your father’s wardrobe. And that’s when you noticed his defects. Satoru was missing a hand. A clean slate, a missing limb. Satoru Gojo also had a hefty scar, running clean through the circumference of his waist. He held a certain distaste for his missing hand- he hated it. Satoru hated feeling weak. At his whines and groans, you’d expressed that there was no way you could magic up his hand. He didn’t like it one bit.

“Let me see,” you expressed with a gasp the second he make the reason for his upset clear. It was ghastly, disgusting. Putrid. “It looks cool.”

“I can’t do anything about that. I’m not a doctor,” he slumped over in defeat. If you had any way of helping this dismembered corpse, you would in a heartbeat. “But it’s okay, they’re just things that make you different.”

What happened to you, Satoru Gojo…?

Satoru slept in the wardrobe again that night.

“I, uh, have to get dressed,” Satoru didn’t budge, his nimble hand rummaging to grab a dress from the top of the pile of the clothing he was using as a makeshift blanket. He holds it out towards you in his working hand. It’s black, long and lacy, and certainly not appropriate for college. “Mm. That’s Shoko’s. She gave it to me because she said she got too many compliments in it.”

He grunts, but he doesn’t relent.

“Uhuh. It’s not really my style. I’m not a skeezer.”

He groans. Fine.

“Can I at least get a jacket?”

☆

[badwolfrose34]

My analysis of River Song (not River friendly)

This essay has been brewing in my mind for awhile. If you don’t want to see anti River content, please keep scrolling. I understand that since Doctor Who is a work of fiction, fans have the right to differing interpretations and to invoking literary license. However, I do want fans who are like me and icked out by River to feel validated. What follows is a pretty unreserved criticism of the character and her relationship with the Doctor.

First, I’m going to break down River from a psychological perspective. Note that I am not a licensed psychologist, but I did graduate with a degree in general psychology. I’m also going to explain some of the many instances that she proves herself to be an incredibly toxic person.

River Song was raised to be a psychopath. That’s an indisputable fact mentioned clearly in the show. Psychopathy is known in the psychology world as Anti Social Personality Disorder (ASPD). ASPD can be managed, but it has no cure. Could it be argued that River sees an off screen therapist? Sure. However, ask yourself if you can see River Song going to therapy?

Not only that, but River has no ordinary case of ASPD. She wasn’t just raised in an abusive or unsafe household, she was cut off from society during her critical formational years. Most cases of ASPD involve people who grew up in challenging households, but they did have interaction with society at large. I don’t know of any case studies surrounding people with ASPD who were cut off from society in their formational years, but doing some research on “feral children” will allow you to read examples of what happens to children raised away from society.

The case I know the most about is that of Oxana Malaya. You can google her for more. She was quite literally raised by dogs. And she required intense inpatient treatment to unlearn her dog like mannerisms. Even then, she always had a level of intellectual impairment.

Because River was specifically raised to have ASPD, she learned language abilities and was socialized on how to BEHAVE like a person capable of love and empathy and friendship, but she never was capable of these things. She was raised to put on an act to be able to get to the doctor and kill him. She was never capable of anything more.

Even if River saw an off screen therapist, she was never institutionalized, as would’ve been required for her to truly function as a healthy person in any possible way. She couldn’t have just shrugged off her programming. Why did she save the Doctor and give up her regenerations? It couldn’t have been guilt or remorse, but she could’ve developed co morbid Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD), which is a common disorder to co occur with ASPD. The narcissism would’ve created within her a need for supply. Supply meaning, a boost to the narcissists ego. Narcissists are not capable of genuine empathy and love, but they are capable of seeking supply in the form of impacting other people’s emotions. And what better source of supply for one’s ego than the last known member of one of the most powerful races known to the universe?

When River decided to undo her murder and save the Doctor, it starts off with a completely nonconsensual kiss. This is a pretty fitting start to a relationship that progresses into a forced marriage.

River then continues to force unwanted innuendos on the Doctor. Probably implying they were intimate just to make the Doctor feel obligated to be intimate with her eventually. This is despite Matt Smith confirming in an interview that his Doctor is asexual. He could be demi or grey sexual, I’ll admit that possibility, but River insists on forcing her hyper sexuality on him at any and all stages in his timeline knowing they wouldn’t be welcome. I should note that hyper sexuality can be a symptom of ASPD. It’s not cute or fun. If River was simply a sexually liberated character, she would not be forcing her innuendos on someone who does not want them. Especially not in the earlier parts of his timeline.

River flounces around feeling and acting entitled to the Doctor’s attention if and when she wants it. When she wants it, he’s expected to come running. Then she disappears when she wants to. Creating a masterfully manipulative cycle of hot and cold emotional abuse. When he loses Amy and Rory, she refuses to travel with him. Leaving him emotionally vulnerable and at her beck and call when and if she feels like using him.

Audio dramas are too numerous to declare as universal canon. I think most fans pick and choose which parts of the extended universe count as canon to them. But in the Dalek Universe series, River appears for one episode where she physically abuses the Doctor. She hits him so hard that he is crying out in pain. And then she gaslights him by telling him it was just a little tap. Now, it’s perfectly valid not to count this moment as canon. But it’s extremely consistent with River’s character and I am personally going to use it against her. Especially since I did see another post somewhere bring up the fact that she did the same thing to the fifth Doctor in another audio.

Finally, the worst part of River’s abuse is the forced marriage. The first time the Doctor meets her, she convinces him that he eventually marries her. But he clearly can’t stand her. He doesn’t want anything to do with her. But now he feels as though he’s obligated to marry her. At first he hopes it’s something that can be changed. Saying that time can be rewritten when Amy asks if he marries River. Right up until the forced wedding he tells River he doesn’t want to marry her. But because she convinced him he does marry her in the library, and because nothing else is convincing River to save the universe, he gives in and gives her what she wants. Assuming it’s the only way to keep the universe from falling apart.

Now, I do understand that anyone who loved the Doctor would not want to bring back a timeline where he died. But River was already willing to start considering it just because he agreed to marry her. Because she got what she wanted and because she got the satisfaction of seeing her manipulations succeed. The Doctor couldn’t even get close enough to her to tell her his plan at first, but she was willing to let him come close to her just because he married her. River valued marriage to the Doctor more than the Doctor’s life.

I know it’s commonly believed among River fans that he only kept his distance because he saw her die. But Remember he couldn’t stand her long before that. He never liked her until he thought he was supposed to. No doubt seeing her die cemented his desire to keep a distance from her. But the point is he did keep a distance from her. He never got close to her and he never wanted to. But River always refused to respect this. She saved him so he could belong to her. So he could be her property.

No doubt the Doctor did develop a level of care and responsibility for her. Because he was a person capable of empathy and remorse. And any target of this kind of emotional abuse will develop some sort of attachment. But he was never in love with her. River herself knew this, but she had to convince herself he never loved anyone. But he did. We know for a fact he was in love with Rose. We know he loved friends like Donna platonically. But he didn’t love River. Nor should he have.

[acupofinkedblood]

Broker x reader

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

• Ah yes, the infamous Broker lurking in the dark with that oh-so-enthusiastic smile of his with eyes piercing through the most well-hidden sign of your soul just for the fun of it. Don’t get me wrong, he’s definitely quite the wild card of an option that one can choose. The real question is: Why? You have so much other options. Of course, we listen and we don’t judge. It’s not everyday for you to see someone pointing at a suspicious smiley dude covered in stitches and say ‘Yeah, that’s the one’ out of the blue. Certainly it’s not that of a common point of view after all. Nonetheless, one gotta gives Broker the credit to have such a way to seize your attention. But then how on the SFOTH’s names do you even manage to get this man to reciprocate his attention to you in such questionable intensity? Nobody will ever be able to answer that at this point

• Anyone with a normal functioning sense of danger can immediately pick up something off about Broker. The real question isn’t why, but rather, how. How on Inpherno did someone like him exist in the first place? Him, the infamous Broker, who has been wanted countless times, faked countless deaths only to come back and cause another havoc. The one who was under the charged of murder, manslaughter, gear laundering and various undocumented crimes — The Broker himself — how did he even do that? Asking that how can Broker be suspicious should be a crime, because what is not even suspicious about him? He always has this shadiness going on even when he is just being friendly. Something about him is just screaming for you to flee for your life, yet you can never see it coming to your direction before it’s too late. Who knows what is being hidden under that smile? One should know better than to be involved with someone like him

• But guess that life is full of surprises. Because you out of all people decide to look at him with a look of longing, which is a contrast to the defensive gaze he usually received from folks around. If anyone who is close to you heard of this, you bet that they would react more than just grabbing your shoulder and shaking you like crazy. That’s not just. criminal, that’s the most wanted criminal that has given the Warden himself a huge headache. To have a crush on someone like him is definitely a worrying sign to witness. And hell, where did you even find him? Broker is everywhere — whether he meant it in a metaphorical or actual sense, you get the point — but to locate him requires a lots of effort. Yet you don’t have to worry about it for too long. In this case, he actually showed himself to you after a short while. You did capture his interest somewhat after all, and knowing Broker, he can’t just miss out this lovely opportunity. Call it a mild entertainment before he actually has something else to do

• Still, it’s better safe than sorry. The Broker, despite coming off as this jovial and lighthearted individual, was wanted for a reason. There was no way he will just interact with someone outside of the cult for the fun of it. Information is what he values most, which is why he stalked most of everyone in Inphernal at this point, maybe including you. It’s all for business. Of course, not for the majority of the time, though you get what one means. It’s really just about the matter of time before he reveals his ulterior motive when putting on that friendly facade. And in this case, surprisingly enough, it’s you. For some reason, you manage to capture his heart — Does he even have one? — in such an old fashioned way as he made it out to be. You might fall first, but the Broker fall for you even deeper than you’d expect. SFOTH above, what have you gotten yourself into?

• Just when he realizes his feelings for you, good luck keeping up with him because he will make it worth every single second he spent around you. To tell if he’s serious or just waltzing around you for sole entertainment is pretty hard at first glance. Each gesture of his will send you into a spiral state of questions on whether or not does he meant it. He’s really a monster and a self-proclaimed romantic guy in combination: A little bit of sweet nothing, lingering gaze, endearing action for your well-being and subtle flirtatious compliments…Enough to make you feel like it might be casual, enough to make you unable to sleep thinking about him. He does know how checkmate you right into the corner of your own mind, remember that. He won’t just tell you right away about how he feels about you right away, oh no no, where’s the fun in that? He will dance around you until he finally feels funny enough to spare you by confessing his actual feelings, but nonetheless, the tease won’t stop just like that even when you’re his

• Of course, how can we ever forget about the Cult of True Eye when talking about him? The Family means a lots to him after all. Just a head up, if you actually want to be his official significant other and get treated like one, you’re going to have to join the cult. It’s the same thing with Scythe all over again: Unless you’re a part of them, you’re not going to stand a chance to be with them in a serious manner. If he actually adores you that much, you bet that he will go all the way to try and convince you to join the cult. With that honey tongue of his, you will get the church’s uniform before you even realize it. But that’s not anything too bad! It’s the start of you and Broker together, it’s definitely a day to celebrate!

• If there is anything you have to pay attention to this questionable existence of an Inphernal, then you have to keep in mind that he’s a businessman at heart. He knows how to put his mind into good use, whether it’s a business’ matter or just something personal that he likes to meddling with. The Broker will offer you all of his, but he also expects the other way around. You can’t just expect him to just invest all of his love for nothing, no? This might sound rather confusing, but just imagine it as this: Unlike how normal relationships occur, a relationship with the Broker feels more like a ‘romantic partnership’ where both parties can be benefited in different aspects. Not just in romantic terms, but also the others. In this case, you have officially become his partner in crimes. A good thing about that if he ever considered that, then it’s the sole evidence of Broker’s trust in you, as he saw you as a serious lover! Being his partner in crimes isn’t that hard too, you will manage somehow

• That isn’t to say your taste in Inphernal folks is bad though, because if one dares say, Broker is surprisingly better than you give him credit for. You’re definitely out of your mind still, but one won’t judge you, of course. You did see the appeal of this man that others failed to acknowledge. As the matter of fact, aside from that eerie vibe he brings to the function, he’s actually pretty pleasant to look at. People are wary of Broker because of how dangerous he can be. But you? You let that fly through your mind the very moment you developed a crush on him. Others might see a manipulative criminal, but all you see is the love of your life in all endearment. Maybe he can be a bit of an oddball, but that’s just one of the quirks you love about him, right? How can you not be swooned by that lovely demeanor of his when he is with you? It definitely makes you feel special genuinely

• Broker can be a gentleman when he feels like it. He has his own charm, and maybe that’s why he manages to do these kind of business smoothly. The Broker has a good way with words, especially when it comes to pursuance. Not just his business connections, but he knows how to use it on you too. Mostly in lighthearted fashion, of course. He knows just what will be the right praise to soothe you even in the toughest of times. He will and is going to be a man of his words about keeping you on your toes with his sweet nothing. It does help whenever you’re in a bad mood, especially when he can throw in some advices of his after calming you down with his affectionate gestures, like holding you or massaging your shoulders. Be assured that he will still keep that playful demeanor around you, it’s never a boring moment with someone like him near you after all!

• You already know that Broker smokes. Compared to the various worse habits he had, this one is by far the tamest of them all. If you want to join him, go ahead! He can always used some company of a loved one while he’s having a moment of peace to his mind. Then again, he can’t help but teasing you slightly when he’s at it. Blowing smoke into your face is one of the good examples. But there’s something about the way he does it: Flirtatious yet so effortlessly with that grin he always wear, it can easily drive you out of your right mind. And just saying, but he will give you a smoke kiss if he picks up the hints that you’re fine with it. You don’t even have to ask for it — though it’ll be funny if you do — he knows how to pick up the hints from your body language. What a guy

• Since he did state that he can’t really feel pain, you can’t help yourself but to wonder if he can feel anything at all. Can he still feel your touch? Feel the way you caress your hand against his skin like how he does to you? Broker will make you guess, of course. Though at the end of the day, he will give you the answer, in a subtle way. He always gives you the hints that he can, but that doesn’t help with that poker face of his whenever he holds you. How curious, isn’t it? You can never know which part of his word to be taken seriously and what not. But judging on how he always seem to unconsciously reach out for you, either to have you sit so close beside him while he keeps a hand on your waist or randomly sneak up from behind to pull you into a tough embrace, you know that you can trust him somewhat when he says he wants to feel you. Even when he brushes it off as a causal thing he always does, he does that only to you in a genuine manner, not out of pleasantries

• But of course, the thing you find odd about Broker is not just that. At least based on physical aspects, aside from his glass eye, the stitches across his body certainly has caught your attention as well, no? This might be a bit eerie to grasp, but have you ever thought about that time Broker joked that most of his body parts — which doesn’t include his head — aren’t even his? Has it occurred to you that it’s not a joke at all? You should have realized that by now due to the difference in each part of his limbs, as if he really sew those up together as a replacement to his old ones. And yes, he can remove it too. Pick your jaw up, darling, that’s not the worst stunt he can pull in front of you in the middle of the day. His limbs are removable. The Broker doesn’t even feel anything when he does that, just pure numbness

• That does remind you of that time when he just pick his limb up after being bashed away to the other side of the room then waving it at you, asking if you know how to sew or stitch stuff for a favor. Safe to say he really owes you a lots of potential medical bills just because of the absurd amount of time he almost gives you a heart attack. There was a time when he jokingly took his head off his neck then brought it to you. Though judging on how you looked like you were that close to pass out, he didn’t do it too often. But of course, the stitching him up part. Broker thinks that it’s cute for you to do it for him. Most of the time he only relies on Medkit — or when Medkit isn’t around, then Scythe — to do that for him. And now he has you, his beloved, how can he skip this precious opportunity? It doesn’t even hurt him after all, more like a spa day in some sense when you’re carefully putting him back together. Honestly, it gives him a sense of fondness when seeing a part of your work engraved on his body

• Listen, he will spoil you rotten, but not in the way you are currently thinking about. Don’t you ever forget that he’s a criminal. If you wish for a fancy dinner with him, then worry not, he will set it up for you in an instant. Not in a restaurant, of course. Probably at home or on top of some rooftop for romantic atmosphere, don’t mind the odd blood stain on the tablecloth though. If you wish for pretty things, then rest assured, he will surprise you with tons more. If you ignore the fact that most of them are stolen items, and don’t think of wearing it out on the public too much, people will definitely notice that you’re wearing a stolen item from a valuable collection. He spoils you by committing even more crimes, both for the thrill of it and to please you. Maybe once in a while he can buy you things properly due to the leftover cash he had after a great investment which he sent back to the cult. The Broker loves you, he will probably take his heart out for you if you asked — fair warning, do not do that — so those things one just mentioned are just some very small things he will do for you

• A reminder that the Broker does have a good sense that of style. Hell, you will be surprised with how well he can put each item together to make a good outfit as if he’s a designer. Let’s not mention the stolen fashionable stuffs for now, because you know too well that he will find more than a way to rock the heck out of those. If you ask him to pick your outfit even just for a casual day, Broker will be delighted to assist you with all he got in mind. He’d love to doll you up if you allowed him to, you’re his upmost darling after all. And he will join you in this runaway model stage of a fever dream too if he feels like a dose of fun chaos. Do you realize that he can dance too? Specially waltzing, so you know you’re in good hand when he starts taking your hand and twirling you around. He has good taste, you can’t really deny it when the result is too obvious in front of your eyes

• If you ever wondered why the hell does your phone bills have increased so much recently, just give Broker a glance and you will figure out why. He’s a busy guy, so that’s his favorite communication style to hear the voice of his beloved. Given how much he has to run back and forth in work, it’s only natural for him to call you from time to time with a jaw dropping frequency. His calling schedule is a bit hard to grasp, but those are enough for your call history to extend like a damn scroll. That’s not even the most questionable thing about Broker and his calls. For some reason, he always find out where you are and ring you a call in the exact spot, even when you haven’t told him where were you heading at. Be it in another region or somewhere remote, if there is a phone, then Broker will have his way to give you a call no matter what

• Broker loves to observe you. There is something about taking note of your expression, your appearance and you sweet little quirks that makes him unable to avert his gaze away from you. Don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t mean it in a creepy way as others made it out to be. It’s the ultimate evidence on how much he wants to mesmerize you in details. What do you usually do when you’re happy? How will your demeanor shift when you’re nervous? Do you lighten up when seeing something you like? So many questions he has for you, and the Broker loves to figure it out all by himself by paying attention to you whenever he can possibly. He loves looking at your direction, even from afar or when you’re beside him. Though he does make it pretty obvious. It’s like he doesn’t even blink when you’re talking to him, but just listen in silence with his eye staring at you, having you as the sole focus at the moment. If he notices that you’re getting flustered just because he’s staring, then that’s just another win for him. He probably loves watching you sleep too but we won’t dwell into that too much

• You are his precious apple of the eye, so don’t be so dumbfounded when he keeps his word about keeping an eye on you for the sake of your safety. If he usually stalks the other Inphernals for the benefit of getting valuable information out of them when they least expect it, then now he has to keep a close eye on you so that he can protect you even when you’re not aware of it. And by that one means, yes, he knows everything about you at this point. From your usual routine of the day to the places you usually spend the majority of your time at, he knows every single details of it. Of course, he means no harm, just wanting to make sure that nothing is out of the ordinary when it comes to you! Besides, you don’t ever have to worry about him not understanding you - he has quite the analytical skills, because based on the information he has collected about you? Yeah, he definitely knows you well like the palm of his hand

• Sometimes there might be a good amount of time for the two of you to be separated from each other. Most of the time the reason will probably be that he’s busy with his duty of serving the church or just his investment in general, but at least he still gives you a call every now and then to check up on his beloved. But if there is a period of time where he hasn’t shown up nor calling out for you like usual, then you should know that he has gotten himself in trouble. In this case, the trouble is involved with the Banland itself. Well, it’s not anything too surprising at this point. Even when Broker dislikes going back, the Warden has dragged him back into his cell enough for him to get used to the whole place by now. He will escape again, you know too well of that. But that still doesn’t stop Scythe to bring you with her on this rescue mission regarding the love of your life though. Despite all the hassle, it’s actually pretty entertaining with how Broker feigns a dramatic gasp when you fish him out of his cell like a damsel in distress. Scythe will pick the two of you up and run for your lives, while Broker will seize this opportunity to be all lovey dobey with you. Nonetheless, the amusement is pretty worthy

• Speaking of that, beware of Banhammer or his teammates when you’re minding your business somewhere outside the closed home sweet home. If you ever join Scythe with said rescue mission, then you have to be prepared for the potential danger of those officers can cause because of how they have seen your faces and features by now. A little bit of caution won’t kill anyone. If things are too tiring, you know that the church will always provide you a place to live. Though with how ran down the facility is at the moment, even Broker won’t recommend it. After all, he lives somewhere else rather than staying at the church like Scythe now. Or at the very least, you can live with him! Just keep your head down if you can. In the very least if you ever get captured, then now you will be the damsel in distress while Broker actively makes attempts to bring you out of it. He can withstand the warden’s wrath, but you can’t. The faster he gets someone to save you, the better. Scythe definitely has to take a wine break after saving your ass too many times, so be careful and don’t get caught

• In any circumstances, do not underestimate this guy because of his joyous demeanor. One beg of you to never make that mistake. Those charges he is guilty of are not for show. He can and will break someone’s bones without hesitation if the situation changes in an unwanted way. Sure, he’d love to negotiate, but not when he’s obviously in the disadvantaged position in the argument. If there is no peaceful way to back out, then alas, violence is his second nature. It’s like a walk in a park for him, considering what had he done numerous times before meeting you. One bids those poor dismembered souls a farewell. He won’t ever do that to you though, that’s a certain fact. Yet he will do it for the sake of your safety. After all, he can’t just let his darling suffer without punishing the one who is responsible for it. Don’t be too surprised if you found out your bully has gone missing the very next day. If you confront the Broker about it, the only answer you will ever get is a smile

• Ironically, you will actually be more than just safe with him around. The Broker has quite the keen eye of predicting the worst scenario, hence he has the backup plan to at least ensure his lover’s safety. He might be unable to seek you out every single time of the day, the church needs him after all. But he does have some “little birdies” accompanying you even when you have no clue about it. He spies with his eye that you have put yourself in such a tight spot, and the next thing you know is that he already has the plan to take you to live somewhere else within his reach so he can protect you better. The Broker doesn’t play around with your safety. He can appear to be pretty careless about it in front of your face, saying you can help yourself out just fine, but in reality? Hell, he worried himself out because of you. And if he’s there snatching you away from unwanted troublemakers? Ignorance is bliss, my dear. You will not like what he is about to do to those people once you turn your back away. Whoever messes with you will be messing with him personally

• By all means, he can be a bit — actually, you already know that’s an understatement, he is more than just a ‘bit’ — unsettling around you. But he means well! After all, everything he does is because of how he genuinely loves you. It’s all for your sake, as how he does make it pretty entertaining for the both of you in this relationship. The Broker adores you will all of his, and the fact that you love him despite all of his quirky little behavior — that will definitely send someone crying like a kid — is already so endearing. So rest assured, he loves you in his very own way - as a partner in crime, as a close companion, and the most importantly, as a lover. Even when he doesn’t show it too much, sometimes even waltz around you like it’s a little stage of his, don’t you ever forget that you mean a lots to him

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I know it tends to lead to more heat than light when people do a "ok disability though" counterpoint to these sorts of posts, but I do want to point out that this sort of thing is exactly one situation where it can help to zoom out and look at the issue from a societal rather than individual perspective.

I spent a fair bit of time on the internet before I got sick -- in college, when I was surrounded by people I mostly liked and lots of fun things to do, in the mountains when I was surrounded by natural beauty -- and somewhat more than I thought I should, but it was very much in balance. I'd spend a few hours reading webcomics when I thought I should have been doing my homework or NaNoWriMo or meditation or something, but I'd also go out and walk for a few hours, or go grocery shopping, or bake bread, or play "gay Life" (Life the board game but the pegs in front seat of your car can be the same color) with the Alliance kids, or do that homework I'd been putting off. I'd go on Facebook maybe a couple times a week to keep up with what my friends were doing and as far as social media went, that was it.

The times I've spent an out of balance amount of time on screen stuff, rather than a reasonable leisure amount of time that I felt guilty about because I've got an overdeveloped "work ethic", were when I was depressed and unemployed and socially isolated, and now when I have CFS and am unemployed and socially isolated. I can sit outside for a bit, but I take a while to get dressed because I'm sick and I can't do long walks like I used to because I'm sick and my ability to grocery shop or cook...anyways, you get the idea. Social contact too.

And part of that is my illness -- impairment. And part of that is living in a society where either you're working (or something like working, like going to school) or you may as well not exist, people do not make room for disabled people in society. I'd get out more if it was socially acceptable to walk around the block in my pajamas and a bath robe, but it's not and I don't; I'd get out more if I expected I could lie down on public benches without getting harassed by a cop, but I can't expect that so I don't.

We have a society. That is happy for people like me to spend all our time on electronics and none of it in meat space, because that's convenient and easy and good for capitalism, and who the fuck even cares about disabled people anyways.

(And thank goodness the internet exists, because how the fuck would I find people who know how to live with my illness without it? I'd do what people used to do and just be sick and have no clue what to do to manage my symptoms better. I'm substantially better off than I was at my worst due to activities related to looking at a screen.)

And sure, there's some wiggle room where I can make an effort to spend more time on idk coloring books or whatever and less on screen stuff, and I do, and I can reach out to people I know for calls and quiet at home visits where we talk or play board games but only for a couple hours at a time, and I do, but it would be so much fucking easier and better if I wasn't swimming fucking upstream about it.

There is an attitude that gets all over the place like spilled glitter that good health (physical or mental) is primarily about individual choices and is maybe even a reflection of personal character, and it just isn't, not with physical health and not with mental health either, personal choices aren't irrelevant but they're not doing the heavy lifting either and we could treat health as a COLLECTIVE, social concern, something that we do together and for each other and also something that is morally neutral on an individual level, something that happens to us more than the consequences of our choices.

And we could expect that some people can't be healthy (at least not with current medical knowledge) and need care and accommodation and that's not a personal failing and it's not something that anyone's going to be able to fix any time soon but sick people can have better or worse lives in a way that is not tied to better or worse health.

(Very. Much. Including. Depressed. People.)

unironically tho, you need to fill your life with nature and exercise and reading and crafting and cooking and physically engaging with the world around you. the key to happiness is not in your computer screen, especially not if most of your time is spent looking at bad opinions and arguing with people. it sounds so stupid but you are an animal that needs enrichment. so take your meds, go outside or at least look outside and turn off the computer and phone more often. I promise you'll feel better.

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The ACL Chaos Continues(KerstinCasparijXRuthBrownXJillRoordXCasparijReader)

A/N: this Is Part two of 'The ACL Chaos Roommates' so read the first Part before this one.

Warnings: mental health issues, ACL injury, angsty

Summary: your healing Journey continues and so does the chaos.

Jill was off the crutches. So were you. It has been two months since surgery. But you still needed a cane sometimes to get around. And your pain was still a 6 sometimes even a 7 out of 10. But you kept pushing yourself even though you knew this was probably only gonna make things worse. Your fiancee, your twin and Ruth sure saw you struggling and they became quite worried with how you were handling things.

You were standing on the back porch, trying to walk without the cane while trying to get your leg to stay straight and it just wasn't working how you wanted it to work so you became more and more frustrated. Kerstin saw you from inside and walked out.

"y/n! Stop! What are you doing?! You are clearly exhausted! And overworking yourself doesn't gonna make this better!" Your twin sister told you. Her tone was a mix of worry and anger.

You looked at her before you started yelling and crying. Hugging her.

"i hate this! I know i said i would be patient but Physio said he isn't sure i will get back to my old self! What If i can't Play anymore?!" You cried into her shoulder while she wrapped her arms around you. Holding you close.

"it will be okay! Whatever happens you are smart, you will figure something out! And you are not alone, ever!" Your twin told you. You didn't see her face but you could hear in her voice that she was close to crying.

Unknown to both you and Kerstin, Jill & Ruth were watching you from the inside. Eyes filled with concern.

"this looks serious." Jill whispered out.

"i agree. whatever it is, we all have eachother! And we will support y/n! I just hope that Kerstin managed to get through to her. Because honestly your fiancee is not doing herself any favors like that! She is overworking herself constantly!" Ruth said.

"i noticed that as well, whenever i try to talk to her about it she keeps telling me how fine she is and that i imagine things!" Jill admitted.

Back to you and Kerstin...

"Luister alsjeblieft naar wat de dokter zei." (please listen to what the doctor said) Your sister spoke up.

"Ik probeer het. Maar dit is mijn leven." ( i am trying. but this is my life. ) You explained why it wasn't so easy to let things go and give them time. You were afraid your career might be over.

"Jezelf nog meer pijn doen, maakt het niet beter!" ( hurting yourself even more won't make things better! ) Kerstin answered.

You two talked for a little bit longer before walking inside. Both Jill & Ruth staring at you.

"Wat is er, lieverd?" ( what's wrong, darling? ) Jill asked.

"zag je mij een inzinking hebben?" ( you saw me having a breakdown? ) You asked your wife.

"we both did!" She told you and was referring to Ruth as well. You sighed softly taking a step towards hery grabbing her hand gently.

"let's sit down! I can't stand for that long without a cane." You admitted.

"which is Part of the Problem. Right?" Ruth asked. You nodded your head. All of you sat down on the Couch.

"Physio says he isn't sure i will be able to play like i used to before this injury. I am afraid my career might be over." You admitted, tears streaming down your face again. Ruth and Jill both felt like someone was punching the Air out of their lungs. They didn't expect this information to leave your mouth.

"liefje, it's still early on. Give it time! Even if you can't Play as strong as you do now, it doesn't mean you fully have to stop playing. Let's Focus on the healing process now. And worry later. I know things aren't going great for you but if they don't tell you that you can't Play anymore let's not go to career ending right now. Might take you longer to get back on the pitch, but you will get there!" Jill told you. Wrapping her arms around you. you cuddled into her side. It was clear to you, Ruth and Kerstin that the speech was not only for you but really to make sense of this for herself and well and build everyone back up.

"Jill is right, be patient with yourself! Be kind to yourself! You will get back onto the pitch. Even if you can just give 50% of how you played before this injury you still are world class! You are one of the best Players in the world, y/n! So don't give up on yourself! Cause the three of us sure won't ever give up on you!" Kerstin replied.

"we are here to support your healing Journey!" Ruth let you know. Offering you a kind smile. You thanked the three of them. Trying to stay focused on the good things. You knew they were right. You had to be more kind to yourself. And see what was about to come your way. Give yourself time. The Pitch will be there when you are ready.

You look at your fiancee ,a few minutes later you spoke up.

"i am thankful your journey is going better then mine Babe. I genuinely mean that. i hope you are right with what you say about my Journey but If you aren't...i know we talked about kids in the future...and i would be willing to carry one for us." You stated.

"that's sweet Babe! But let's wait okay? Focus on healing. You will get there!" Jill said.

Turned out that you indeed just needed more time but five months later you managed to do some running without pain, working on other skills as well. It was 7 months after you got hurt now. You weren't on the end of your healing journey but you were doing so great now and everyone was proud of you. Jill was doing even better , you were proud of her.

The two of you moved back into your place 3 months ago. Planning your Wedding, which was gonna be in exactly a year from now on. You had pushed it back cause of your Injury.

Even though your journey was difficult you appreciated everyone that was there for you and you liked being there for their journeys whatever those might be. You wanted to help people and not just receive help.

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Legends untold by time, can you hear them now?

Matchup exchange with @tillichan

Zayne was currently looking for places to take his girl out this weekend. He was busy the past few days and wanted to make it up to her. He was scrolling through his phone as he waited for the test of his patient to arrive. He was looking at various places with animals or some sort of garden so they’d be able to sit back and relax, maybe have a picnic as the two of them talk about their week. His eyes scan each option that popped up. Each of the choices had so many pros and cons, it was hard to settle for one. He wanted this date to be the best. He won't settle for less. From petting zoos to flower gardens and fruit picking, he tried scanning each location for reviews and did research if it was ethical. He won't bring his girl to an unethical zoo or garden! She’d be furious and their date would be ruined.

But before he could commit to a location he was pulled away to tend to another patient, with a sigh he reluctantly went. And there goes the cycle of never ending patients and surgeries. And of course they were short staffed this week! Oh how he hates and loves his job. No matter how hard the job is, there is only one person in his mind. He needs to stay strong, he has a date to plan. He needs to make things perfect! As a reconciliation for the lack of attention this week. Well, he was going to plan it but the extra load made it hard to sit down and find a place. 

The day of the date eventually came rolling around, and to say he was unprepared was an understatement. He was usually okay with spontaneous dates but he feels as if he had failed her somehow. He wanted her to enjoy the date and it had to be perfect. He was pacing around the room, phone in hand as he continued browsing. He should've turned down that one patient that did not have any serious ailments. He could have planned this better! His mind was swirling with all sorts of last minute date ideas. Anything to make sure this date was perfect! What he didn't realize is that time slipped past his fingers and she was now here.

“Zayne, are you okay?” She asked as she gently reached out to hold his arms. He jolted at the contact, his eyes widened in surprise. What time was it? Why was she so early? His head immediately turned to the side to look at the clock. His usually well kept hair was messy and even his polo was down two buttons. It was already time? He ran his hand through his hair. God, he didn't achieve anything.  “We can canc-” but before she could even respond, Zayne straightened up and fixed his collar. “No, no, there is no need to cancel. It's just that,” He hesitated after that.

She gave him a look of encouragement, as if telling him to continue. His expression softened as she leaned closer to him. He sighed, not being able to deny the sweetheart in his arms. He wrapped his arms around her. “It's just that I wanted this date to be perfect, and yet I have nothing planned.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “I haven't been present. So I wanted to do something for you. To show you that I'm still here.” He looked away, almost embarrassed about what he said. But instead of anger, the only reply he got was a soft laugh. “Any date is perfect, because you and I are together” He couldn't help but smile at her words

More under the cut!

❥︎  I decided to pick Zayne for a few reasons and one of them is the fact that you want to live a calm and peaceful life. And with Zayne? That’s practically the goal. I mean he is a doctor and STILL manages to make time for you. 

❥︎ Unlike the hunter, the artist, the mafia leader, and the soldier, Zayne is the calmest (And less stressful) of them all.

❥︎ I also picked him cause of his temperment! He's calm and quiet. He's gentle and would definitely vibe with your energy.

❥︎ Not only that I keep seeing the two of you like on this cute date where he takes you wherever you want and you just dragging him around happily. 

❥︎ The two of you would definitely be a good couple! Like teh couple that everyone is envious of caus eit’s obvious that the two of you are so in love 

❥︎ Not only that I feel like he also would be the perfect match for you in terms of your interest. I personally HC that Zayne knows how to horse ride and knows ballroom dancing (idk he just seems like the type) 

❥︎ If he doesn’t know it, he definitely would ask you to teach him! He wants to know you inside and out, including the things you enjoy. 

❥︎ I feel like this would be a very healthy relationship! Especially Zayne is the type to immediately communicate when he feels something wrong. He won’t let you feel like you are alone or that he is against you. (Which again, ties perfectly  peaceful life you wanted) 

❥︎ In short, your lifestyle, personality, and wants in lives just screams Zayne! 

Random Hcs: 

✧He hold your hand all the time. He just wants to feel that you are with him all the time

✧Playing chess is how the two of you solve petty arguments. If he can sense the two of you ar about to be in an argument (over smth senseless like where toe at), he’ll pull up his phone or a physical ches sboard so the two of you can play. The winner is the one who decided what to do. 

✧ Every weekend, the two of you will go on a nature themed date, may it be horse back riding or 

✧ The first time he fell in love with you is when the two of you were playing chess and he lost. Then he saw how bright your smile was? God he was a goner after that. 

✧ He has a beautiful black horse! It's a gorgeous stallion that he bought just so he can ride with you.

Notes from the Author: Omg that took a long while to write XD I hope you enjoy! And it's definitely longer than my previous ones. I might stick to this layout to make more depth to my matchups

[drysdalesworld]

I’d love to read something about dad William Eklund! Thanks

uhhh omg yesss!!

i feel like he’d be a very sweet & understanding dad. very gentle & super patient

upon first finding out about reader’s pregnancy, william is off the walls excited. already planning matching outfits & the kinds of skates to get them once they’re able to walk confidently on their own.

i also feel like he’d have a night routine where he talks to reader’s belly about his day, informing their child about what william did & who he saw & what he ate, etc.. dude would also be obsessed with the bump! instinctively wrapping his arm/hand around it as reader & him sleep.

once the child comes, he’s over the moon in adoration.

he’d whisper swedish phrases to the child as he rocks them to sleep, his pointer finger gently brushing the slope of their tiny button nose.

he’d take most of the night shifts so reader can get some well deserved rest.

a smile is always on his face whenever he sees the baby, cooing gently as them as he tickles their belly.

their room is decorated to the nines. all kinds of creatures paint the walls, swirling around from the base boards to the ceiling. the most noticeable animal is a shark��painted right behind the white crib.

shark stuffies are placed in one corner of the crib, all from fans & teammates alike.

he already ordered a custom jersey for them—his number on the back with the word daddy above. william has probably ordered multiple just in case the baby grows quicker than expected.

he loves to hold & cradle them. everything feels much more real when he holds his child close to his heart.

william loves tummy time. he’ll lay on his stomach in front of them & make goofy faces as they play with the toys around them, softly giggling.

he cries at every birthday celebrated & milestone achieved. they start walking? tears. first word is mama? sobbing. second word is dada? choked up. turns a year old? openly weeping. turning five? an utter mess. won first sports game? wailing. william will cry any chance he gets when it comes to his baby growing up & living life.

is NOT excited for when they start their first day of school.

william’s super slow to get ready in the morning, nearly making all of you late to drop off. doesn’t eat breakfast because he can’t stomach the thought of his baby being away from him at some strange place for even a second. takes his sweet time buckling in his munchkin. reader drives because she knows william WILL take the long way. he’s holding back tears as he hugs his baby one last time before saying goodbye & seeing them skip off to their new teacher. reader consoles him in the car for ten minutes afterwards.

is THE #1 team dad hands down. no matter what sport they end up playing, william is there every game with snacks & goodie bags for every player. & even if they don’t do sports, william will still make his baby & their friends snacks for studying or hanging out.

he’s very affectionate, so he’ll kiss his baby on the forehead as a good morning. he’ll embrace them in a hug before they leave to go wherever & when they return home. always says i love you no matter what.

always encourages his kid to do everything with a head held eye & a heart full of love. that they can do anything they put their mind to. they can achieve anything their heart desires.

has the biggest smile on his face whenever they attend games with reader. always gives them a warm up puck & if he managed to score a goal or more that game, they’re all reserved for his baby.

is the listener between him & reader whenever their child is angry, upset, or going through a rough time. he’ll sit with them for however long until they feel better.

i can definitely see him as a one child dad, but he’d probably want them to have siblings so i can also see him having 3-4 kids. treats all of them the same—with all the love within his heart.

[themimicwecallmeg]

Platonic Yandere D-16 and Bumblebee who takes Bee in the divorce

Hi!!! I like your request, a wonderful TFOne oneshot… Okay so I want to say this first; I really wanna do a baby bee type scenario I hope you won’t mind… or maybe that’s what you want? Anyway I’m done yappin, tysm for the ask and enjoy ^v^

‼️SPOILER ALERTT‼️

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⛓️: When he saw Orion fall in the well of Cybertron, previously shot by his best friend, now turned into his greatest nemesis, Bumblebee, AKA Badassatron or B-127, managed to keep Elita from jumping to his rescue, despite him being smaller than her. She screamed a sparkfelt “NOOO-” and Bee’s audials flinched… he didn’t like too loud noises, and the crowd around wasn’t helping. He saw his best friend, Orion, fall to his death, no more left arm as it was blasted off by D-16…

⛓️: Elita fell on her knees, Bee silently trying to comfort her as he noticed D’s intense scarlet gaze, turning around to Sentinel desperately trying to crawl away, wounded and weak… Bee was overwhelmed, the crowd was cheering way too loudly for D, who was now dealing with Sentinel’s minions effortlessly as his fury took him over

⛓️: Suddenly, D took Sentinel by his back collar, Bee knew what would happen, he wanted to cover his blue optics, he didn’t want to look… but he did… as Sentinel was ripped in half… Bee subconsciously put a servo on his mouth plate in horror, while Elita was starting to not recognize D anymore

⛓️: He gasped when D ripped Sentinel’s t-cog out of his chest, wielding it in the air, making a speech to all high guard members as he started shooting and blasting down everything Sentinel owned… including some innocent cogless miners in the way

⛓️: Elita told Bee to evacuate the city, or at least try getting everyone to safety, even if she knew Bee was still too young to do all this… she couldn’t help but rush at D- wait no… Megatron… He tried to stop her, crying at her that it was suicidal, but instead she ignored the cries of the sparkling… rage also taking over her…

⛓️: Finally when Bee managed to get out of the crowd, he met Megatron’s gaze… it was firing red, crimson sparkles of rage emitting from them as he approached Bee, but Bee was mortified, he stumbled into his pedes and fell on the ground as D-… Megatron crouched to his level…

⛓️: “Come with me Bee… you’ll be safe with me… Sentinel’s gone… you’ll be better with me… under my care… forever” Megatron’s tone was petrifying, his red optics showing desperate possessiveness as he restrained himself from picking up Bee and bring him with the high guard and him… Bee was on the ground, mute from the fear that made his spark almost jump out of his chest…

⛓️: Suddenly, the ground opened from under them, a huge blue blast of energy knocked both of them down… but Bee? He fell unconscious, his processor not able to process anything anymore… he missed the fight of the titans… but what he didn’t know was that when the high guard and him left Iacon for good… Megatron brought something… or more like someone with him…

⛓️: Bee woke up in a room that wasn’t his, or maybe more of a “rusty old place that was falling down” type of room. He felt a painful pang onto his intake pipe… he touched it with a servo snd he saw blue energon on his digits… how was he even alive? He tried to ask himself the question… but trying to use his voice box made him feel intense pain, a pain stronger than Darkwing’s punch, a pain stronger than being left alone in sub level 50… a pain he couldn't even express… At least… not verbally

⛓️: Outside it was dark… smoke was seen outside, fire… then blasts of energy started to be fired in the sky, as if celebrating something… screams and victory howls were heard, which were loud enough to make Bee cover his audials firmly

⛓️: After some time, loud and imposing pedes could be heard walking towards his room, as he tried to get away, he noticed a tight handcuff on the side of the recharging berth he was on… he couldn’t escape… poor young Bee… still a sparkling, forced to live with a future tyrant until maybe, just maybe, Elita and Orion find him… Bee will learn everything that he missed… or maybe he won’t..

— After all, Megatron is known to be more than stubborn at times… he’ll take good care of Bee… as long as he… stays… quiet… —

OMG I AM SO PROUD OF MYSELF FOR THIS ONE!!! Second ever yandere work, GOD this felt so good to write.. anyway @shatteredglass36, I hope you liked it and I hope anybody who stumbled upon this likes it too ^v^

- Meg >:3

[taurasiluv]

OFF THE RECORD. 02 — bar schuffle — 3.1k words

summary: nicole cannot escape breanna for the life of her, as much as she wants to.

content warnings: stewies kinda evil and weird this chapter... she will get better trust,

msg from sen: we're so back.

breanna quickly caught up with nicole’s fast pace. she kept her distance in between them but ensured that nicole got home safe. it wasn’t that far of a walk, a couple minutes at most, but it felt like forever for nicole. she just wanted to get away from breanna and be alone without the constant feeling of her checking her out.

when they finally got to the door of her dorm, nicole leaned against the wall while breanna stood across from her. her height was always shocking to her. from the first time they met nicole mentally noted how she had to crane her head up to even look at breanna in the eyes. “so..” breanna said, scratching the back of her head awkwardly.

“thank you for the walk home, i’ll text you details about our next meeting later.” nicole said, now looking in her bag to find her keys. she managed to fish them out, unlocking her door and waiting for breanna to leave.

—

the next day, nicole went through her usual routine of going to the newspaper room before her first class and eating breakfast in there. usually, she was alone doing this, usually watching something on her computer. but today, ryan was sat in there.

when he saw her come in, he pushed out the chair next to him with his foot.

“how did you know i was gonna be in here?” nicole groaned.

“bianca told me.”

“i should’ve never let her come in here with me that one time.” she frowned, getting her bagel and computer out of her bag.

“spill nic, i want details!”

nicole looked at him, confused. “details on what?”

“you know… your new escapades with the breanna stewart,”

nicole’s face soured at the implication of her friends words, “there are no escapades! i hate her guts and working with her proved that to me even more.”

“she can’t be that bad, right?”

“she hit on me like 3 separate times in a 30 minute interview session, ry.”

he grimaced, leaning back in his chair, “yeah that’s pretty bad.”

“how’s your girl? isn’t she also on the basketball team?”

“yeah, morgan tuck. shes really nice, i think i got lucky.” he laughed.

nicole rested her head on the table in front of them in defeat, “fuck you.”

“we’re going to teds tonight if you wanna come, by the way. good luck with ms playboy! ” ryan said, getting up out of his chair and patting nicole’s back on his way out.

—

much like nicole, breanna also went about her day like normal. getting her ass busted at practice, eat, nap, go to class (sometimes), and then go practice again.

after all of that, she finally was able to relax a bit. she flopped back onto her bed and pulled her phone out of her back pocket. she did the usual, checking texts, scrolling through instagram for a bit til a certain post caught her eye.

it was nicole on her feed. a post from summer of her and her friends at the beach. breanna couldn’t tear her eyes away from nicole in a bikini, she swallowed dryly and without even realizing it, double tapped the post.

she quickly unliked the post and threw her phone across the room in embarrassment from the realization of her action. now, nicole is gonna think she was stalking her or something. she got her phone back and checked her instagram again, deciding to just follow her. she set her phone on the bed to the side of her and stared at the ceiling for a bit to think.

breanna was known for many things. basketball, being able to drink anybody under the table, her apple pie, and of course, the fact that she’s hooked up with just about the entire storrs female population.

she didn’t think it was a bad thing, she just wanted sex and who could blame her, she had a lot going on. she didn’t mean to break these girls hearts, it just happened to happen after breanna would sneak out of their apartments in the early morning hours and not text or call back ever.

but something about nicole was different, she couldn’t place her finger on it. maybe it was the chase or maybe it was something else. breanna wasn’t given much time to think about it because soon enough she heard knocking at her door,

“come in!”

moriah opened the door and walked in, leaning against the doorframe. “we’re going to ted’s, you wanna come?”

breanna thought about it for a moment, sitting up in the bed and resting her back against the wall. “do we have early practice tomorrow?”

moriah shook her head ‘no’, breanna hopped off her bed. “whos driving?” she asked as she picked up a white tank and jeans off of her floor to wear.

“brianna i think—why the hell are you wearing dirty clothes?” mo asked, giving her a look.

“shut up! i haven’t done laundry yet. now get out!” she said, pushing the shorter girl out of her room and closing the door.

—

nicole found herself sitting at her vanity, wondering why she was even going to this dumb bar anyways. she didn’t like partying and she had a deadline at midnight that she had to meet. yet, she sat in front of the mirror and doing her makeup to go out.

she searched her closet about 50 times over to find something cute to wear, eventually landing on jean shorts and a white crop top. by the time that she was fully dressed and ready her phone was being blown up by what she can only assume is ryan telling her he’s outside waiting for her.

she flipped the phone over, tapping the screen to turn it on and scanning over the notifications she received while she was getting ready. texts, snapchat, instagram…

as her eyes went over the instagram notification, she noticed a particular name. in disgust and disbelief, she picked up the phone and clicked on the notification.

bre_stewart30 liked your post.

when she clicked on the notification, it showed her the post that was supposedly like,

a picture from this last summer.

she grimaced in disgust. she really was already obsessed with her.

she shook it off and threw her phone into the small handbag that was swung over her shoulder and made her way out the door. when she was finally sat in ryan’s car, she took out her phone and handed it to him. “you’re never gonna guess who liked a post from summer,”

he took the phone and looked at the notification and post in question, “maybe it was an accident?” she shrugged, handing the phone back and starting the car.

“yeah sure, if she didn’t stare at my tits for 30 minutes yesterday i would maybe believe it was an accident.”

he shrugged, driving the car shortly down the road to the small bar nearby campus. it was the place everybody went, especially the athletes. it was only a small thought that crossed nicole’s mind that breanna might be there, telling herself that she probably wasn’t going to be drinking on a weekday to ground herself.

it wasn’t long til she was getting out of the car, walking in with ryan and immediately making a beeline for the bar. she ordered some fruity cocktail and chatted it up with ryan and the bartender for a bit.

it was the normal chatter for awhile, it wasn’t necessarily packed, but it sure was full. it became even fuller when the doors opened and in poured the entire women’s basketball team.

fuck.

nicole scanned the group walking in, immediately spotting the tall senior. she was in a white tank top, one that showed off her very slim yet muscular figure and nicole just couldn’t rip her eyes away. ryan gave her a small smack on the arm and she came back to his attention. “stop staring! you look like a fan!” he grumbled.

he was unfortunately right, so nicole spun around in her chair, facing forward towards the bar and continuing to talk with the bartender. it was fine for a while, breanna didn’t come up to the bar yet so she hadn’t had to see her yet, and maybe she wouldn’t.

“hey! ryan!” nicole heard a voice behind them, ryan turned in his chair to see who it was. all she could see from her peripheral vision was his smile. she turned around in her seat to talk as well, as to not look like an asshole, but she was very rudely met with morgan tuck, moriah jefferson, and of course, breanna fucking stewart.

“hey, princess,” she grinned, walking up to her.

“are we in an interview right now?” nicole asked, crossing her arms over her body.

“umm.. no?” breanna said, confused and looking around to see if she was missing something.

“then don’t fucking talk to me.” she spat venom at the taller girl.

breanna could feel the sudden eyes on her, moriah grimaced at the interaction and tugged on the back of breanna’s tank top to pull her back to decrease the odds of anything bad happening. “just walk away, stew,” nicole could faintly hear moriah whisper into breanna’s ear.

breanna shrugged and spun on her heels. turning around to walk back across the bar to the booth that was somehow fitting the entire women’s basketball team in it. “she’s such a bitch,” nicole muttered under her breath, turning back to ryan.

“you could at least try to be nice to her? maybe it’ll make the project go down a little easier.” he suggested to her with a shrug of his shoulders.

“in her fucking dreams.” she scowled, sipping on her drink and giving mean glances over to breanna’s side of the bar.

it’s not like she could see her, she was surrounded by other women and her jock friends, all chatting. it made nicole’s blood boil, that they didn’t see breanna for who she really was—a conniving, sex obsessed, asshole—but rather the sweet basketball superstar who won them 3 national championships. nicole could see how that was nice and all, but she could never push past her feelings towards breanna’s actions.

“have another drink, maybe stop death glaring her,” ryan said, pushing his beer towards her for her to sip on. nicole shot him a look next, which made him put his hands up in surrender, “or not! that works too.”

that managed to make nicole smile a bit, laughing at her friends words. she took a large gulp from his bottle before handing it back to him. “wanna just go drink in your apartment? i wanna ditch this place.” she said, frowning.

he nodded and paid their tab. they walked out of ted’s and into the packed parking lot. a couple making out to their left, two frat bros yelling at each other—a bar fight begging to start—to their right, and somehow directly in front of them: breanna fucking stewart.

it’s like nicole was cursed with never being able to get away from her.

ryan sighed, knowing he was about to be forced to break up whatever cat fight these two got into within the next ten minutes.

“i’m not going home with you stewie! stop trying!” nicole said, walking forward to push past her.

“wait nicole! i swear im not trying to take you home,” breanna said, reaching out to grab her arm.

nicole stopped in her tracks and moved in front of her, eyeing the woman suspiciously. “then what the hell do you want?”

“just let me talk to you for a second,” she said calmly, leaning against the toyota behind her. nicole thought over her options carefully. the one about pushing past her and getting the hell out of here was sounding real good at the moment. but against her best judgment, she turned around, looking up at breanna with a scowl and her arms crossed over her body.

breanna really couldn’t help it. she tried, but she still laughed. the sight of a mere 5’4 nicole staring up at her with the cutest scowl she’s ever seen. “oh my god i hate you,” nicole muttered, realizing why she was laughing. she began to walk away again, still scowling. but she couldn’t get far because breanna’s stupidly long wingspan grabbed her again, stopping her in her tracks.

“5 minutes, that’s all i need.”

nicole turned around begrudgingly, looking at breanna with the same look she had in the bar. “5 minutes. that’s it. no more no less, your times started.”

breanna laughed gently at her attitude before starting what she needed to say. “look, i get you don’t like me, but you could at least try to pretend? maybe it’ll make this all easier on you. i swear im not that bad.”

nicole rolled her eyes, “that’s what you had to say? some bullshit about how ‘perfect’ you are? do you just want me to protect your pretty little public image?” she complained, her anger growing.

“let’s just be civil, okay?” breanna asked, stepping forward towards her.

nicole gulped at her sudden closeness, her mere presence made her feel small.

“can’t bet on it, stewart.”

“let’s go back to my place? maybe we can work it out there,” she said calmly, her hand resting on nicole’s arm.

“stewie i told you this was strictly professional. i’m not about to be another one of your hookups.” nicole explained, crossing her arms over her body.

“cmon nic, i see how you look at me!” breanna grinned.

the shorter girl noticed how breanna’s eyes wondered down her body, specifically landing on her cleavage and lingering there longer than nicole ever would’ve liked.

“whatever. we can hang out, call it project bonding or something. just text me,” nicole said, giving her a look. “just it has to be in public and in daylight!”

breanna grinned like a little kid on christmas morning. “okay! i’ll text you!”

nicole rolled her eyes and walked away.

—

stewie

today at 12? i’ll take you to lunch at dog lane ;) read 8:03 am

nicole saw the message before promptly slamming her phone down and going back to sleep, horribly hungover from the previous night.

stewie

not 2 double txt… but i didn’t mean the winky face if that scared you ! i will behave ! sent 8:24 am

after about the fifth buzz from her phone, nicole finally opened her eyes enough to look at her phone. the bright light made her head pound even more but she managed to read the series of texts breanna sent. she groaned at breanna’s weird way of texting and sent back a simple “okay, see you soon” and turned her phone back over to return to the land of sleep.

breanna on the other hand, was currently on the court getting her ass ran by her coach. geno yelled at her while she ran laps for showing up to practice hungover—moriah lied to her about early practice—and apparently not running fast enough.

geno finally let her stop and breanna made her way to the locker room to catch her breath and get water. she sat in front of her locker, fishing her phone out of her duffle and sorting through the notifications. she saw nicole’s reply back to her text and grinned.

breanna heard a voice behind her, a familiar one, “what’s all the smiling about?” she turned around to see saniyah standing there.

“going on a date with newspaper chick tomorrow!”

saniyah gasped, punching her in the shoulder, “no way! i thought she like, hated you,” she said, she took a pause to think before she remembered where breanna had disappeared to in the bar last night, “does she actually want to go or did you corner her in the parking lot, bre?”

“she’s going on her own volition! i’m not that much of a perv,” breanna said, side eyeing the girl stood up next to her.

saniyah rolled her eyes, “we both know that isn’t true. at least you’ll win the bet,” she shrugged.

“well it’s a lunch date… that’s not exactly sexy.” breanna laughed, spinning on the bench to face saniyah.

“daytime sex is in stew, get with the program,” saniyah laughed, rolling her eyes sarcastically, sitting down with her. “but why aren’t you taking her to dinner like a gentleman?”

“cause she said in public and daylight… this is a long term investment hookup, keep up.” she deadpanned.

“you’re such a loser oh my god,”

—

nicole paced her bedroom, her arms crossed over her body and her hand up to her chin. she had been like this for a couple of minutes, attempting to decide if this was even a good idea to go or if she should cancel and go back to sleep. she was still hungover, felt horrible, and didn’t even really want to see breanna.

eventually she stood still and sighed, deciding to just get ready. what’s the worse that could happen?

she made it to the cafe around 12 and saw there was still no breanna, not surprising. but she took her seat and ordered a smoothie to hold her over til breanna arrived. after a couple minutes of scrolling through instagram and sipping on her smoothie, breanna was at the door. she walked in and spotted nicole and waved with a goofy grin plastered on her face. nicole waved back, attempting to hold back the smile on her face.

“are you—did you get here on a hoverboard?” nicole asked, seeing the board in her hands.

“uhhh… maybe….” breanna said, her hand coming up to the back of her head to scratch it. she sat down, tucking the board under the table. “what did you get?”

“why did you want to go out so badly?” nicole asked, idly stirring the straw in her smoothie.

“cmon, just wanted see you, pretty girl.” she said smugly, leaning forward.

nicole could feel herself physically recoil. “i hate you stewart, im not gonna sit here and let you try to flirt with me, go find another chick to hook up with.” she said sternly, grabbing her bag and beginning to get up.

“wait! i didn’t mean it, i just want to get to know you better,” breanna said, a lie really, but she couldn’t let nicole get away that fast.

“we both know you’re lying, stewie, fuck you. i don’t want to hear anything you have to say.” she spat, walking out of the small cafe.

breanna followed behind her on her hoverboard. nicole turned around and saw she was on it and couldn’t hold back the laugh that began to come out. “you look like an idiot on that thing.”

breanna sped up on it, spinning donuts around nicole. “my scooter got stolen and i don’t have a car,” she frowned.

“i don’t understand how anybody likes you,” nicole said, pushing past her and back to her car.

[bright-hope-spot-19]

I agree that Tenten got shafted, and she deserved better, but I don't think she really could've beaten Kankuro in the finals. After all, if we suppose she was given a chance to fight anyone else, other than Temari in the pre-lims and won, then that would already be giving Kankuro enough information about her fighting style, and how she battles. So, in the finals, he'd know to simply stay away from the range of her weapons and hide in a dark corner where she wouldn't be able to see him. After all, the stadium where the final stage took place was huge, giving Kankuro plenty of space to hide in a far away corner and manipulate his puppet from afar. His chakra strings can be made as long as he needs them to be if he needs to hide, and he can also make them practically invisible to the naked eye. In addition to that, he can use a transformation technique on his puppet to turn Crow into himself to distract her and catch her off-guard. Like, at first, he enters the arena, unveils his Crow, and throws a smoke bomb to blind her. While she can't see, turn Crow into himself while he hides somewhere she won't see. Then turn it into Crow again and into himself once more. Do you have any idea how confused she'd be? Seeing Crow changing from its original form to Kankuro to being Crow again, all while throwing smoke bombs at her to lower her accuracy. Once she's ran out of things to throw at him with her scrolls, he can either poison her and stall or catch her in Crow's arms and squeeze until she either gives up or loses consciousness the same way he did with the dude he fought in the pre-lims.

The problem is that as a Konoha genin, at that point in the story, Tenten would obviously not know anything about puppetry, how puppets work, how to fight them, or what tricks to predict, while her attacks are way easier to predict and plan around, after having seen her fight only once. Kankuro is also ridiculously good at hiding. As a puppet user, stealth and hiding his presence are two of his strongest stats, so if he wants to hide and not be seen, then she won't see him. Tenten has crazy accuracy and always hits her target. But in order to hit her target, she needs to be able to see it first. She doesn't have super eyes like Neji to be able to locate him if he decides to hide in a dark corner of the stadium battlefield. With him also very probably playing mind tricks on her, by constantly switching between Crow's forms (puppet form and turning it into himself to confuse her) and very likely poisoning her, (as long as it's a non-lethal poison) it's just a matter of minutes before her scrolls run empty and she has to give up. After all, if there's only one moving target on the field that she can see (the puppet), she's gonna aim at it, even if it's not really the target she wants to really hit. Also, even if she manages to land a lethal hit on Crow, disabling it, the puppet's body parts can still be launched and used individually for sneaky attacks. It'd even be very hard for her to pinpoint the puppets' weak points that would disable it and stop it from moving completely. Kankuro's puppets have hard outer shells/structures that aren't easily destroyed with simple attacks. She'd need to either hit all of the limbs precisely in a way they completely stop moving or get rid of the head part. Which I imagine would be very hard with the puppet constantly moving, switching between forms, throwing smoke and gas bombs in her face, and Kankuro hiding where she won't be able to hit him. Who's to say he has to use poison? He could use some kind of tranquilizer or something to slow her down and lower her efficiency.

That's the weak point: Kankuro has waaaay too many tricks he could pull out with his puppet, that'd be very hard to predict for genin Tenten, as someone who's never seen a battle puppet before. Whereas her fighting style is way easier to plan against: just stall until she runs out of her scrolls and stay away from her reach; and as I've said Kankuro is the king of hiding and stalling. If Tenten can't land a vital, critical hit within the first minutes of the fight, then she's already lost, especially if Kankuro decides to gas her with God knows what dangerous chemicals.

In case they'd fought in the prelims, I still believe he could pull it off. The pre-lims stadium was smaller, offering him fewer places to hide, but it was still reasonably big, to where it could offer him a few safe, hiding spots away from her. Also, from what I remember, Tenten still needed to do hand signs to activate her scrolls. He could send his puppet after her, when she's jumping into the air to perform her jutsu, and trap her before she finishes her hand signs. By either catching her in Crow's arms or blinding her with smoke or poison.

After all, that's the beauty of puppetry: Kankuro can potentially install whatever th he wants into his puppets. He could equip them with wind turbines to generate enough wind currents to keep her at bay. He could install two flamethrowers into Karasu to burn her scrolls. Heck, he could even turn the puppet into a bomb. Attach some explosive seals to it, and at one point, turn his puppet into an injured version of himself. Get her to lower her defenses, and the moment Crow-as-Kankuro is close enough, fucking explode in her face. With only her scrolls of weapons,there's no way Tenten can plan for and predict all of those tricks. In fact, I think the only Leaf genin who could realistically plan for a puppet; a weapon he's never seen before, is Shikamaru, and we all know why. I can realistically only see Tenten defeating Kankuro postwar with the bashosen, the sacred fan she got. I believe that thing is as strong, if not stronger than Temari's tessen, so yeah.

I like the Temari vs. Tenten fight. It might be really short (esp in the manga lol) but I think it's for a good reason! Temaris powerset isn't as involved as most of the others, and it's a character moment showcasing her brutality and skill more then anything else; such a short fight is jarring, and shows that she understands the political Angle of what they're doing better then most other (younger, probably don't remember the war) contestants. And also punctuates her own mercilessness, since between her siblings she's been placed in the 'exasperated/placating big sister' role- she is NOT a better or kinder person then her brothers, just Hella good at reading the room and forged in the fire of 'born during a war and spends her days placating what is both her brother and also The Devil from The Bible'.

It's a strong, punchy character moment for her just as much as kankuro's fight showcases his unexpected (as he's mostly been like. A meathead that bullies children and picks fights he can't win- no shade, temari was a Girl Character in the most Naruto of ways up till now) predictive and strategic thinking, setting him up as quite clever and thorough in his contingencies. Both fights subvert the shallow characters they previously portrayed, making it all the better for the audience when the invasion is revealed, because all three siblings have proved themselves ruthless and powerful, and 2 of the 3 have already deceived the AUDIENCE, so it makes sense they'd be trusted with a mission like this (gaara is a bad liar but he'd have to talk to someone without killing them to ruin anything, and it's more then reasonable to assume that won't happen).

[transformers-spike]

Even more sparkling nonsense

Ok so y’know how baby horse’s legs are the most proportionately long when they’re that young and they can run hours after birth. When Soundwave’s daughter is born, she has super long tentacles in comparison to the rest of her body not full sized obviously but long enough that she looks funny. She’s almost the creepiest sparkling while being simultaneously one of if not the cutest.

KO’s split sparks are so pretty it’s stupid. They never go through an ugly duckling phase or awkward phase. While his son is a bit of a disaster child, even with all scratches and dents he gets from playing he manages to stay shiny somehow. When KO’s daughter was small, she could have been mistaken for a doll or toy since she’s so cute. Everyone thinks she’s cute as a button and she will use that to get her way.

Prowl’s is another everyone thinks is pretty. Everyone who doesn’t know her super well tells you how lucky you are to have such a “sweet and well-behaved sparkling”. Little do people know she can be a menace in her own ways and a stubborn asshole.

The ugly sparklings….

Megatron’s daughter is so ugly it’s kind of endearing. She inherits his stupid bucket head. And y’know how pugs are so ugly they circle around to being cute? It’s sort of like that (also thinking about tfp’s Megatron’s goofy fish face). Her only saving grace might be TFO megs and maaaaaybe TFA meg for a chance at pretty privilege. Don’t worry you’ll love her anyways.

Starscream’s daughter is also super ugly, classic baby bird. Makes the most unholy screeches as well (plus her screaming in her em field neither of you can escape). Starscream will adamantly deny it even though he definitely thought there was something wrong with her at first since she was so ugly. He’s relieved she looks better as she gets older.

Shockwave’s creepy children. I was going to put them in the cute category because I think their little antenna/fins would look like bunny ears but…..I think unlike Soundwave’s daughter their creepiness out ways their cuteness :’) you wake up to see a bunch of tiny single optics staring at you in the dark. Unironically Predaking is his cutest creation? Huh who would’ve thought.

I still firmly believe Soundwave's daughter should be able to gallop like a proper horse. Arms too big for her goddamn body, it's like having a puppy except sentient (with slenderman's tentacles) You know Knock Out's fucking proud of his twins. They're so adorable he keeps bragging about them to everyone that will listen, ready to show their pictures and everything Prowl's kid got her pretty genes from him but also his shit attitude. Idk what the mother expected Lmao TFP Megatron is proud of her despite her wonky looks (he sees nothing wrong with her - Megan honey, she can barely hold her head up). I'm laughing at the image of her inheriting TFA Megatron's goatee. I for one would love to explore more TFA baby headcanons because TFA Megs would be... an interesting father

I'm so happy you agree with someone as pretty as Starscream making one of the ugliest children imaginable. He will fight you on his daughter being pretty. He may keep her in top-notch condition (shiny plating and everything) but she has a long way to go before looking like her dad. Also out of all of the sparklings, she's the one most likely to start screeching. Everyone else squeaks and sticks to their EM field - but she's a special case Lmao - the mini Shockwaves don't have eyelids, so you can go to the bathroom using the red light from their optics. Predaking thinks they're cute tho - while Shockwave thinks it's illogical to make a statement on something so subjective. You still love them tho

[yangjungwonisms]

Teach me how to Love-YJW part 8

warnings: NSFW, MDNI 18+

Ever since you two took a step further in your relationship you’d both become insatiable. Not just physically, you two had made leaps and bounds emotionally. You had met Jungwon’s parents and although everything had gone according to plan and they seemed to accept you; you were still a mess of nerves leading up to the day and even after. The entire week leading up to meeting his parents Jungwon had been particularly handsy. Whether it be the morning or the evening he was determined to have his hands on you at all times. Sometimes that meant merely holding your hand but Jungwon found that anytime he got you alone he really liked pulling you into his lap and touching you. He always had to have his hand in your pants. He couldn’t get enough of it really. But he had told you the first time you let him touch you intimately that he’d never be able to keep his hands to himself. He was addicted to you. He also really liked whispering dirty things in your ear while he was fingering you and watching you attempt to keep your composure. The issue is Jungwon really couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

A few weekends ago you two were invited to a game night thrown by a mutual friend. It was all fun and games until when no one was listening he leaned in to your ear and told you how bad he wanted to pull you into his lap and play with you. Except he obviously couldn’t do that with his friends around. He was somehow able to convince you to meet him in the bathroom while your friends were talking amongst themselves. The minute he got you in there he had you pushed up against the door. He had one hand over your mouth while he shoved his other hand down your pants. He had to work quick to make you cum before your friends caught on to what you were doing. He ended up getting you off in under 3 minutes. Which is something he’s still proud of to this day.

That wasn’t the last time that happened either. He had been making a habit of texting you flirty messages while he was at work. They’d start out simple with him telling you that he missed you then they’d slowly escalate until he would end up telling you how he couldn’t stop thinking about touching you. Sometimes he’d even sneak home during his lunch break so you could get each other off. You two had become very familiar with each other's bodies in the weeks since. Because of how inexperienced you both were, the little amount of sexual intimacy you’d partaken in had turned you into horny freaks. But you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t enjoying leaning into this new side of you and him. You two were happy with this level of things so far. You knew that soon you’d move to sex but neither of you were in a rush.

By this point you two had been together for around 4 months and had taken a big trip out of the country together. You were so excited to take Jungwon home to meet your family. You’d never had anyone to show around your hometown before but Jungwon begged you to take him anywhere that had significance when you were growing up. You two were only gone for two weeks but when you came back your relationship had seemed to have changed significantly for the better. Which is exactly why Jungwon and you planned a special dinner date to celebrate all of the milestones you two had achieved and then if things went according to plan he was going to “fuck you into the mattress” those were his words .However last minute his work sent him out of town for the week for a conference. He tried getting out of it but he couldn’t. So you’d have to reschedule your plans. Which was fine you understood of course. However, this was the first time you two had been apart since you met. You talked on the phone during the day when Jungwon could manage but made sure to call before you went to bed every night just so he could tell you he loved you. However, one thing you didn’t account for was how much you’d miss him. You missed him like crazy and took every opportunity to remind him. The downside to missing him was all of the pent up sexual energy you had. You didn’t want to seem needy so you didn’t bring this up to him. It was hard enough being apart from him you didn’t want to make him feel worse. But not being able to sleep with him at night was messing up your sleep schedule.

You don’t realize how much he helped you by sleeping next to you. But without him here you were left tossing and turning. Because of the lack of sleep you were getting you were slightly on edge. Your roommate unfortunately being on the receiving end of that. She knew you weren’t actually upset since she’s lived with you for years and knows how hard it can be for you to sleep. However, you didn’t even consider that part of it could be the lack of sexual release you were having until she jokingly said you were just cranky because Jungwon wasn’t there to get you off. But she was right your body had become used to being touched almost daily and you very rarely went without an orgasm but these last 4 days were proving to be your undoing. Determined to get some sleep that night you did the only other thing you could think of. Except, nothing was working. You tried everything you could think of to get yourself off but nothing worked. Of course you know why it didn’t work because it wasn’t Jungwon. You felt like crying, you didn’t realize how much Jungwon being away from you would affect you. He was all you could think about today. You had yet to hear from him that day which only made you miss him more. So you decided to message him and see if he would respond.

You: hi baby, I hope you’re having a good day, I love you

He must’ve had a break in his schedule because he messaged back almost immediately

JW: hi princess I miss you so much :(

You: not as much as I miss you :(

JW: Everything okay baby?

You: Yeah I’m fine

JW: what’s wrong princess?

You: I just miss you so much and I don’t want to come across as needy but I feel so stressed and on edge because I can’t sleep without you here and I just miss you is all

JW: oh baby, you can always tell me how you’re feeling. I miss you too you know. Like crazy actually.

JW: what do you mean on edge baby? How come you’re not sleeping well?

You: I just can’t sleep without you next to me. I’ve tried everything to be able to sleep and nothing is working

JW: well what all have you tried baby?

You: it doesn’t matter it’s not working baby

JW: baby, what isn’t working

You: I can’t get off without you won

You: I don’t know I just… can’t think without you here. I need you so bad it almost hurts baby. I’m at my wits end.

JW: aww :( has my baby not been able to get off without me?

You: no baby I’ve been trying for nearly an hour now and I can’t get off

You: my fingers don’t work as well as yours do :(

JW: poor baby

JW: do you need my help to make yourself cum?

You: Yes won

You: please baby it hurts I need it so bad

JW: I’m gonna call you in a minute baby

JW: don’t worry I’ll fix it for you. Make you feel good. And then If you’re a good girl for me I’m gonna eat your pretty pussy when I get home.

JW: how does that sound kitty?

You: sounds good baby

You: I love you so much

You sat in bed slightly dejected at that point. On one hand you were happy to finally get to speak to Jungwon but on the other hand you were so desperate to orgasm that you couldn’t think straight. You were snapped out of your thoughts when your phone started ringing signaling that Jungwon was calling you. You wasted no time answering.

As soon as you answered the call you could tell Jungwon was slightly winded. You wondered what he was doing before he called to sound so out of breath. Your imagination ran wild at the thought that he might be as desperate as you are. Trying not to sound too whiney already you said “Baby are you okay? You sound out of breath”. He chuckled briefly before saying “oh I’m okay baby I was just getting comfortable on the bed”. He paused on the line before continuing “so I hear you can’t get yourself off huh baby?” You were so worked up that you couldn’t control the whine that slipped out when he said that. “No baby I can’t” you were on the verge of tears and Jungwon felt terribly for you but he was in the same predicament. He heard you sniffle indicating that you were crying. “oh don’t cry pretty baby I’m gonna help you okay” You let out a little hum acknowledging that you heard him. “Are you still dressed baby?” “No, I’m naked”. He let out a groan at that. You could hear his breath hitch slightly. “Good baby. Are you all wet for me?” “Yes baby”. You didn’t have the energy to be shy about this right now. “Okay baby, start touching your pussy for me”. He knew you heeded his order when you started whining on the other line. “Focus only on your clit for now Kitty”. For the first time all week you were finally getting somewhere. At this point your clit was so sensitive having been on the verge of cumming for over an hour. Hearing you touch yourself for him on the phone was driving him crazy he needed to do something.

He undid his belt pulling his pants and boxers down just enough to pull his cock out. By this point he was so hard he knew it wouldn’t take much for him to cum. Hearing your moaning pick up signaled to him that you were finally getting the relief you so desperately needed. Quickly Jungwon spat into his hand and started jerking himself off. While he was trying to remain as quiet as he could the occasional grunt slipped out. He spoke up asking you if you were feeling good. “oh baby it’s so good”. At that revelation he sped his movements up on his end teetering embarrassingly close to the edge. Taking a second to steady his breathing he said “Good girl, now put a finger in. God I can hear how wet you are through the phone”. You knew he was touching himself just by how breathy his commands had gotten. He was trying his best to keep the upper hand but he was so hard hearing you get off that he couldn’t help it. Suddenly you spoke up “Are you getting off too baby?” Shit he hadn’t wanted to make this about himself. He wanted all the focus to be on you. “Yeah baby I am. Got so hard hearing you touch your pussy like that”. You moaned out loud at the revelation. “You like that baby? You like knowing I’m touching my cock huh baby?” “I love it baby. I love when you feel good. Makes me feel good. All I ever want is to make you feel good baby” “That’s so sexy baby. Be good for me and put another finger in yeah? I can hear how wet you are I know you can take it”. You did as you were told and added a second finger. You were really starting to get into it now that you had Jungwon helping you. “I can hear how good you feel baby. You’re doing so good for me princess. Add another finger for me”. He paused, waiting for confirmation from you before speaking again. “Ride your fingers for me baby, let me hear you”. That command was all you needed to let loose. There wasn’t much talking after that with the both of you getting off to the sound of the other. Afterwards, Jungwon didn’t end the call without making sure you’d gotten off twice. He needed to know you were relaxed enough to sleep. Jungwon hated being away from you but was glad to know that in the future you two were able to maintain your intimacy over the phone.

After you had both finished you two talked about random things. You asked him how his conference was going and he told you about what all he was doing and about the sightseeing he did in the city that day. You were glad just to sit and talk with him about nothing. For the first time in days you felt yourself actually falling into sleep. You tried to convince him you weren’t tired and wanted to keep talking to him. He promised that he’d stay on the line until you were asleep. Once he was sure you’d fallen asleep he bid you goodnight and told you he loved you. God he really did too. His love for you was starting to consume him. You were all he could think about anymore. He felt terrible that you were having trouble sleeping but was thrilled to be able to help you get off. Truthfully, he’d been struggling that week with sleeping too. He was also so sexually frustrated it hurt. He’d been walking around half hard for days anytime he thought about you. He tried himself to get off but ran into the same roadblock you did. He needed this just as much as you. He didn’t realize until he was forced to be away from you how much he hated not being able to come home to you at the end of his days. He had been kicking around the idea of asking you to move in with him. He hadn’t yet told you his roommate was planning on moving out soon. Since you two had gotten back from your trip it’s been on his mind constantly. He was looking for a sign to ask you and knew as soon as his roommate told him he was moving out that he had his answer.

Because he just can’t help himself he decides to send you one last message before he himself goes to sleep.

JW: goodnight kitten, I love you so much and can’t wait to see you tomorrow…

JW: I also can’t wait to taste your pretty little pussy tomorrow.. gonna make you cum so hard baby.

You managed to sleep fairly well. You couldn’t believe all it took was your boyfriend helping you get off over the phone. You immediately checked your messages seeing that Jungwon had sent you two messages after you had fallen asleep. The messages immediately made your face heat up. You’d think you would be used to how he spoke by now. You immediately went to reply

You: good morning baby. I can’t wait to see you either!

You: hope you slept well last night ;) I know I did

After you sent your messages you decided to sleep for a little bit longer. A couple of hours later you wake up to hear a knock at your door. You figured it was maybe your roommate and that she had forgotten her keys. Except when you opened the door you were met with your boyfriend. You threw yourself into his arms the minute you saw him. You knew he was coming back today but figured it would be later in the day. You were absolutely overjoyed to say the least. You two stood there for a few minutes just enjoying each others embrace. Finally Jungwon spoke up and said “There’s my pretty girl. I’m so glad to see you baby. You have no idea how much I missed you. Come here let me give you a kiss. Oh also baby before I forget, there’s something I wanna talk to you about”. Instead of replying you just pull him into your apartment and kiss him. The kiss felt desperate on both ends, communicating to the other how much they were missed. Jungwon turns you two around swapping places with you so you were pushed against the front door. He leaned into you and at first you thought he was going to kiss you more but instead he leaned into your ear and whispered “Remember what I told you was gonna happen when I got home baby”? You shuddered at the thought because you did indeed remember what he promised he’d do to you upon his return. When he was done talking he started leaving kisses on your neck which earned him little sighs every time his mouth came into contact with your skin. What you wanted though was to touch him and feel him. You needed to show him how much you missed him while he was gone. He leaned in closer to you, paused and then moved to press his crotch into yours. He was already getting hard and nothing had even happened yet. He kept it up for a few minutes. While you two got caught up in each other he moved his hands to your hips to pull you down on him so he could rut up into you. “You’re hard already baby? I didn’t even do anything”. He smiled and said “baby I’ve been hard for you all week”.

You needed to touch him to show him how much you wanted him. He looks at you quizzically but doesn’t say anything as you move to pull him towards the couch. You pushed him down on the couch moving to stand in between his legs. He isn’t sure where you are going with this until he sees you move to get down on your knees. You stare at him with a devilish look in your eyes. You place your hands on his thighs briefly before you move to undo his belt. He sees where you’re going with this and he tries to stop you. You were one step ahead of him quickly pulling him in for a kiss and then leaning into him to whisper “can I suck your cock baby”? He threw his head back and groaned at the question. “Fuck princess, you can do whatever you want”. You were beyond excited at the prospect. You loved feeling him in your hand when you got him off but being able to taste him and feel him in your mouth was making you crazy. Jungwon sat back and put his hands behind his head enjoying seeing you on your knees for him. He didn’t even have to ask for you to suck him off you offered all on your own. He loved that you were just as desperate for him as he was for you. You moved to undo his belt and pull his pants and boxers down in one motion. You recalled the very first time you got him off and what he asked you to do. Looking him directly in the eyes you spit in your hand and proceed to start jerking him off. He moaned at the sight before him. You didn’t have a game plan going into this in fact, it was a last minute development. You didn’t know you were ready for this next step until you saw him after being gone for a week. You knew what made him feel good when getting him off with your hand so you figured you’d just apply that and make the rest up as you go. With no hesitation you take him in your mouth. You took as much of him as you could fit especially considering you’d never done this before. Slowly you bobbed your head up and down on his cock using your hand to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You pulled off of him for a second and put your attention on his tip leaving little kisses on it.

You take him back in your mouth hollowing your cheeks while keeping a steady pace. He had managed to keep his grunts quiet but his resolve was wearing thin. You could tell he was losing his mind so you briefly pulled off of him and said “baby does this feel okay for you”? He looked at you with a lazy smile and said “fuck baby your mouth feels so good around me. Keep going”. As he encouraged you to keep going he subconsciously pushed your head down to take him further in your mouth. You started going faster on him now, noticing he was close to finishing by the way his breathing sped up. You pulled off him once more looking up at him and batting your eyelashes saying “baby, I want you to fuck my mouth”. He looked at you to make sure he heard you correctly. “Fuck baby are you sure”? You nodded your head quickly saying “Yes baby, I want you to use me to get off. Do whatever you want I can take it”. If he wasn’t already in love with you that sentence alone would’ve done it. Since you were so sure you could take it, Jungwon decided to take you at your word and proceed to fuck your mouth. Before you took him in your mouth again he briefly leaned down to give you a kiss “shit, Princess is so eager for me to fuck her mouth huh? You like having my cock in your mouth baby?”. You looked at him shyly nodding your head. “Gonna take what I give you right princess?” He didn’t need you to answer because you didn’t have a choice to disobey and you would’ve never dreamed of it. It was a different feeling being there solely for him to get off. You were kind of embarrassed that him fucking your mouth like this made you even needier for him. You were so turned on hearing the lewd noises in the room from you choking on his cock. You couldn’t help but moan out at the feeling which only spurred him on further . He was letting out the prettiest moans for you. If you knew he would sound so fucking hot getting head you would’ve done this sooner. You were starting to get worked up yourself when he started moving his hips faster. It turned you on to no end that he was just using your mouth for his pleasure. The closer he got to finishing the filthier his words became. “Fuck my princess looks so good choking on my cock like this”. You were getting uncomfortably wet at this point looking for friction anywhere you could get it. You couldn’t help yourself you snuck your hand down in between your legs and started rutting against it. This action didn’t go unnoticed by Jungwon. He looked at you rutting against your hand and said “is my little kitty so turned on from sucking my cock that she can’t control herself”. You moaned in response quickening your movements.

Jungwon was dangerously close to finishing at this point by the whiney little moans coming out of his mouth and the pace at which his hips were moving. You stopped your motions focusing solely on evening your breathing so you didn’t choke. Jungwon swore he wasn’t a sadistic man but there was something about seeing you struggling to breath while taking him in your mouth with tears in your eyes that hurtled him directly towards his orgasm. You were so caught up in his movements you almost missed him speaking to you. “fuck baby where do you want me to cum”. But you didn’t answer quick enough and he finished in your mouth. The look on his face as you swallowed his load in your mouth damn near made him finish again. He hurriedly pulled you off of him and up into his lap immediately pulling you into a heated kiss. You make a move to get up and go to your room so you could change but before you could Jungwon stopped you. He pulled you back in for one more chaste kiss and looked you dead in the eyes and said “where do you think you’re going baby? it’s your turn”.

[m-feys]

Im so...