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shorkbrian · 4 years ago

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Oohh how would shouta and hizashi take their submissive readers virginity?

(What to expect - virginity, NSFW, dubcon, noncon. If you’re wondering the type of piercings Hizashi has, they’re dydoes (or kings head) and a pubic piercing. MxM penetration, anal plugs (Hizashi’s wearing one while he diddles u hehe))

Gently, I imagine.

If their darling is submissive, too afraid to run or fight, then there’s no need for them to be harsh.

They can take their time, be sweet and loving.

"Shhhh, you're getting loud." Hizashi holds a fingers to your lips as you lay there, panicked whimpers, distressed whines tumbling out of you.

Shouta huffs at the irony, his fingers working at the button on your jeans, then the zipper, then hooking into your belt loops, tugging the pants down easily as you begin to hyperventilate.

“Hey, hey, breathe with me, you’re alright.” Hizashi places a a hand against your chest, pressing you back against his warmth as he begin to take deep, steady breaths, encouraging you to do the same.

You can’t calm yourself though, eyes wide and fixed on the man in front of you, drawing your legs up and away from him as he rids you of your jeans, trying to keep your panties from his view.

If your wrists weren’t tied together, lashed to each other with soft, black ribbon, you’d be clutching at Shouta’s fingers as they ghost over your calves, up to your knees.

“P-please-” Is all you can whisper, fear settled so thoroughly in your body that you’re almost frozen.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to be gentle. ‘Zashi’s just holding you so you don’t wiggle too much and hurt yourself.” Shouta’s words are measured, steady even when he slips a hand between your knees and forces them apart.

You want to sob, but you can’t. Shouta breathes out a quiet “fuck” as he looks at your panties, running a finger across the waistband.

“She’s shaking like hell Sho.”

“It’ll be fine. It’s just nerves. Everyone’s nervous their first time.”

It’s nerves, it’s fear, it’s terror and dread. You’re horrified, and scared, and you’re shivering as if the room is freezing, even though it’s warm, cozy.

Hizashi dips down, brushes his lips against your neck, and you flinch, your shoulder rising to push his head away, his mustache tickling your flesh.

“Hah, you ticklish? That’s so cute.” The blonde coos, his arms circling around your stomach as his husband begins to tug down your panties. You’re sitting in Hizashi’s lap as Shouta strips you, the two men working together.

The blonde is already shirtless, pants-less, in nothing but boxers. You can feel his warm flesh through your hoodie, pressed against your back.

“My first time, I came in my pants.” Hizashi chuckled, thumbs rubbing at your sides. “Embarrassed myself to tears. The other dude thought it was hot, dropped right to his knees and pulled out my dick and got to suckin’. It kinda hurt, but he was fingerin’ himself at the same time and well, teenage-me was able to get it up immediately.”

You suppose he’s trying to ease your nerves.

Shouta gets your panties off, tosses them to the side as a hand grips each of your ankles, and then you’re spread wide.

A cry gets caught in your throat at the humiliation, Shouta and Hizashi both pausing to peer at your pussy, Hizashi letting out a low whistle.

“Damn, you’re a fuckin’ snack!”

Shouta lets go of your legs, and you snap them shut, closing your eyes as your cheeks burn.

“When I first had sex, I was a one-pump-chump. The girl I was with at the time said it was fine, but I didn’t know how to get her off. I’ve learned a lot since then.” The dark haired man offered his own story, hand slipping between your legs no matter how you twisted or clenched your thighs.

“Wooo! Imagine that, little ole Sho losin’ it after one stroke!”

“That’s what happens when you lose your virginity when you’re thirteen, ‘Zashi.” But Shouta has a gentle grin on his face, and his words held no malice towards his husband. Just two men in love recounting stories.

The dark-haired man leaned towards you, one of his fingers petting slowly over your folds as he did. Shouta wasn’t shy about kissing you, his lips warm, soft, stubble prickly against your skin.

He pulled back, breathing hotly against your lips. “How do you touch yourself? What feels good? I don’t want to overwhelm you, it’s easy to see that you’re sensitive.”

You trembled even harder, sniffling, closing your eyes as his finger still ran softly over your folds, barely touching.

“Sweetie-pop, can you show us? Show us how you want us to touch you down there.” Hizashi’s hands were playing with the edge of your hoodie, easing it up, his warm digits skimming against your skin.

Both men are waiting on your answer, watching you with lust-filled gazes as they run their hands over your skin. They’re already touching you, burning your skin, and you want to scream. All that comes out is a pathetic whimper.

“How do you masturabate? Do you like touching here-?” Aizawa presses his thumb to your clit, wiggles the digit and you tense, shaking your head.

“-Here?” His fingers trail down to your entrance, one slowly beginning to push inside. You whimper again desperately, shaking your head side to side while looking at the man in front of you with pleading eyes.

“’K, this is gettin’ old-” Hizashi interjected. “I’ll ask one last time, and then Sho’ and I get to touch you however we want to, got it? How do you want us to touch your cute lil’ pussy?”

“I don’t know!” You wail, tears rolling down your cheeks. You’re so overwhelmed, and scared, and you just want to go home.

Neither man moves for a second, but then Hizashi is letting out a an excited sigh, hunching his back so he can kiss at your shoulder before questioning. “You don’t know?”

“I’ve never-never touched my-myself down there.” You manage to hiccup, and Shouta rubs your knee soothingly, his grey eyes trained on your face.

“That’s alright, there’s no need to cry.” One of his hands cups your cheek, thumb brushing away salty tears. “We just want to make you feel good.”

You’d feel good if they took their hands off of you.

The hand that’s been rubbing over your folds becomes bolder, parting the lips of your cunt even as you try to squeeze your thighs shut. All that does is trap Shouta’s hand against you, his fingers sending little jolts of unsteady fire burning through your tummy.

“Mm, wait, please-” You whimper, desperate to escape this sensation.

Aizawa doesn’t wait.

Hizashi slips his nimble fingers underneath your hoodie, rucks it up over your chest and you burn with embarrassment at being exposed like this. You want to hide your face, but with your wrists bound, all you can do is cover your eyes with shaky fingers.

“Look at ‘er, god, you’re delicious. Just wanna eat you up! Sho, after you finger her, think I could eat her out? I wanna taste.”

His lewd words make you cringe, and you can’t even think about how it would feel, the blonde pressed between your thighs, tongue laving against you over and over-

“One thing at a time, she’s already a bit dazed. Maybe another time.” Shouta’s gently stimulating your clit, brushing his knuckles over it, watching you twitch with each pass of his fingers against the sensitive little organ.

“Alright, relax now, okay? Breath out for me.” The man instructs, and you could almost laugh; if the man thinks you could relax, he’s an idiot-

A wet finger pushes inside of you slowly, and you gasp brokenly, mouth falling open. There’s so much pressure, you feel stretched and it almost burns, but he’s not stopping.

There’s a squelch, and cool liquid rushes over your hole, slips inside as the finger slightly retracts, and you shudder at the feeling. It’s weird and you feel like you can’t breath.

The finger inside rubs at your walls, and your muscles clench at the foreign sensation, unsure whether it feels good or bad.

“Calm down, you’re okay. I’m just stretching you out. Tell me if something feels really good, alright?” Shouta is acting as if he’s speaking to a child, a spooked rabbit, a baby. His eyes keep flicking between your flushed face and your pussy, enamored by the way you suck his finger inside, at the feel of your velvety walls, the slick feeling that he can’t wait to experience hugging his cock.

“I can’t, I can’t, please-”

“You can, doin’ so good for us sweetie.” Hizashi chirps, and you realize his hands are resting against your bare chest, idly squeezing at your breasts. You had been so focused on his partner’s actions that you had missed his coy advancement.

One finger turns to two, and two fingers turns to three, and you’re quickly reduced to a sweaty, blubbering mess, begging the men to wait, to slow down, writhing in Hizashi’s lap while his husband violates you.

The pressure fades away to a comfortable stretch, and by the time Shouta begins to move his fingers with intent, you’re already close to your limit. Your thighs are still clenched together tightly, but the dark-haired man has plenty of room to maneuver his hand, moving his fingers in and out, letting his thumb tickle your clit.

You can’t stop your legs from shaking, abs clenching in pleasure, little noises that fall from your mouth without your permission. It feels good now, and Aizawa and Hizashi seem to know it, speeding up their movements, manipulating your body as a team.

The orgasm that washes over you is gentle, the build up to it steady and measured. The pleasure is expected, and yet it still hits you like a train, hips jerking against Shouta’s hand as he continues to finger you through it, a smile on his face as you drench his hand, pussy drooling.

“I’m sorry, oh no-oh no I made a-a m-mess.” You sob, mortified at your body, at your reaction, feeling gross and disgusting and a sweaty mess while both men watch you fall apart.

But Shouta just slips his hand from between your thighs, holds it out towards you expectantly. You’re confused, still trying to hide your face behind your bound hands, but then the man behind you is leaning forward, sucking Shouta’s fingers into his mouth, right next to your face.

You can hear him sucking your juices off his husband’s fingers, feel the shame coloring your cheeks deepen and spread. He’s so noisy about it, licking the digits, running his fingers between them, and your pussy clenches when you catch sight of a piercing nestled in the middle of his tongue.

You feel dizzy.

“Mmm, just like I though-” Hizashi purrs as he cleans his husband’s hand. He pulls back, growls in your ear “-Delicious.”

Then the two men are switching positions, Hizashi handing you off to Aizawa who settles you easily onto your back, head in his lap. Hizashi pulls at your hips, lifting them up to stuff a folded pillow underneath them, and you begin to realize what’s happening.

“Wait! Please! Hold on, I-I-just wait, oh god, please wait!” The fear is evident as your voice cracks pathetically, but you aren’t above begging.

“’Zashi’s a bit smaller than I am, figured that he’ll be nicer to ease you into it. If-” He shoots his husband a glare “-He keeps his cool.”

Hizashi was grinning as he shucked of his boxers, completely shameless as he revealed himself to you. “Hey, can’t blame a man for bein’ a bit excited. I mean, look at this little sweetie, all laid out like this.”

You felt exposed, afraid. Hizashi’s length bobbed against his stomach as he moved forward, grabbing your legs and settling them on either side of his hips.

There was a piercing in his cock, several piercings.

He was circumcised, with a prominent mushroom tip that held three prominent barbells along the edge. Another barbell glinted ominously behind the curve of his dick, settled right at the base on the top, blonde pubic hair trimmed neatly to showcase the piercing.

“No, no please don’t. I’ll do anything, please, just not this! Please, please-”

“The piercings feel really good.” Shouta murmured, one hand cradling your head, the other pressed to your chest underneath your hoodie, keeping you anchored to the bed as you squirmed.

“I got this one ‘specially for you sweetie!” Hizashi took hold of his dick, pointed it down to show off the barbell in his pubic area, displaying it to you proudly. “It’s supposed to hit your cute lil’ clit when we’re going at it.”

The words washed over you, and the severity of your situation hit you. The planning required to get a piercing, have it heal-plus the idea that he expected to be actively using it with you again and again....

You started bawling.

“P-please! Don’t do this, please don’t! No no no no, no, no-” Your words were garbled, practically nonsensical, but that’s what you were trying to say. Whether or not they could understand you was out of your control.

“Hey, shh, shh. You’re okay sweetie.” The blonde placed a hand on your thigh, but that only served to make you sob harder.

“Calm down, we aren’t going to hurt you. It’ll feel good (Y/N).”

“No-oo! ‘M scared!!” You cried, and if your vision wasn’t blurry from tears, you’d have seen Hizashi’s green eyes soften, his lips twitch downward into a concerned frown.

The married couple looked at each other, Hizashi hesitant and moved by your teary display, but Shouta was firm.

“You’ll be okay. It’s normal to be a bit frightened during your first time. But ‘Zashi and I have a lot of experience, we’re going to take good care of you.”

You don’t have time to protest, Hizashi settling between your thighs again, those long hands of his guiding his cock to your drooling entrance.

Shouta’s kissing you then, insist, his tongue pressing against your lips, distracting you.

Hizashi pushes inside, you gasp, and Shouta plunges his tongue into your mouth. There’s too much sensation, between the warm rod settling into you and the slimy tongue slipping around your own, and you can’t do anything but cry.

You cry when Shouta pulls back, when he places a soft, uncharacteristic kiss to your nose, brushes your tears away with his hand.

You cry when Hizashi groans, finally seating himself balls-deep in your cunt.

You cry when he pulls out, thrust back in with a smooth roll of his hips, swearing underneath his breath.

Shouta leans over you, grabs his husband by the back of the head and pulls him in for a passionate kiss. Long blond hair slips over Hizashi’s shoulders, tickles against your skin but it’s just another sensation that you can barely register, overwhelmed and already too fucked-out to focus.

The piercing at the base of Hizashi’s cock does stimulate your clit, especially when the man presses himself flush against you, circling his hips in a quick grinding motion. The metal rubs against your folds and you feel like screaming, it feels good but you don’t want it to.

The metal through the flared mushroom tip keeps brushing against a spot inside you that has you seeing sparks, but you still feel uncomfortable, too full, too stretched.

Hizashi fucks you slow, his husband petting awkwardly at your face.

Minutes pass, you’re not sure how long, but then Hizashi is going a bit faster, then faster again, Shouta’s telling him to slow down, but the blonde pants out “Can’t Sho’, she feels so damn good-”

The metal keeps grinding across your clit, and then you’re shrieking as an orgasm slams into you full-force out of nowhere.

It had been feeling good, but the combination of the tip of Hizashi’s cock hitting your sweet spot, plus the barbell along his pubic bone rubbing your little nub as he humped your cunt had you spasming, mouth dropping open and your eyes rolling back.

The next few moments are hazy, but you know Hizashi pulls out, lets out a low groan and then there's a bit of warmth striping across your stomach. Aizawa is saying something in that low baritone of his, but you don’t know what.

Your limbs feel like jelly, you feel too hot but chilled at the same time, feverish, sweaty. Shouta pats your cheek “Still with us?”

“Uhnh....”

Aizawa laughed then, a full, throaty sound that made his stomach quake, and both you and Hizashi looked at him in surprise.

It was rare for the man to make such a noise.

“You good Sho’?” Hizashi asked, a puzzled smile on his face. Aizawa nodded, calming himself down a bit to respond, a broad grin still plastered across his features.

“I’m more than good, this is.... you were perfect.” The last bit is directed at you, and Aizawa leans down to kiss you, even though it’s clumsy and awkward. Still, he persists.

When he breaks away, he reaches for his husband, and pecks him on the lips, before shuffling backwards on the bed, your head sliding off his lap.

“Do’ya wanna lay down sweetie-pop? Or sit in the chair and watch?”

“Wha-?” You blink at the blonde, a hand rubbing at your puffy eyes. You’re thirsty.

“She’s exhausted, have her lay down. Plus, you can kiss her when you start getting too loud.” Aizawa prompts his husband, and Hizashi swats playfully at the dark-haired man, but heeds his advice.

You’re maneuvered up the bed, until your head rests on the pillows. Your wrists stay tied though, and your brows knit in confusion. Are they leaving?

No, Aizawa’s removing his boxers, Hizashi’s on his knees, his face by yours scrunched up as he reaches back to his rear.

A glimpse of Shouta’s cock, and you’re suddenly extremely grateful that you had been under his husband, and not taking the monster Shouta had been hiding behind his boxers.

But your attention is torn away by Hizashi, who’s holding up.... a plug, shiny with lube.

Shouta shuffles behind him, grabs his husband’s hips, and then Hizashi is kissing you, whimpering into your mouth as Shouta enters him.

You can’t find it in yourself to feel sorry for Hizashi. At least he’s going to enjoy himself, sharing that part of himself with someone he loves.

Bitterness rises within you as you realize; you aren’t able to say the same.

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jerisch · 4 years ago

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The wrong catch

Another fantastic story by @writer-ofstuff, featuring Derek from Teen Wolf.

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Derek groaned as he came to. Rubbing his head as it ached. He remembers getting out of his car and then blacking out. He goes on the alert a few seconds later when he realizes that someone has taken him. Derek can see it in some sort of basement given the layout of the room and that makes him assume it must be the Argents. Given how they've been trying to hunt him down for weeks now. The man who steps out from the shadows however Derek doesn't recognize as one of the Argents. Unless this bastard is a hired lackey they paid to capture Derek.

"Good, you're awake." The man says. He is dressed in a simple t-shirt with a jacket and jeans. He looks like he is around his mid thirties, his brown hair was trimmed short in a typical military fashion. Derek didn't say a word, realizing he's been handcuffed which he could easily break free of. He needs to wait though to see just who this guy is and why he has taken Derek.

"I'm surprised it was easy to capture such a dangerous criminal such as yourself. You've evaded the police fkr a good while only to just show yourself out in public like you did."

"I wish I was on duty when I spotted you, that being the reason why I had to take you like I did." The guy says.

"So, you're a cop then?" Derek asks. 'Good, he isn't a hunter then.' Derek thought. It also explains the man's clean cut boring look that most law enforcement seem to wear.

"Officer Daniels. The man who brought in the top suspect of a mass murder spree Derek Hale." Daniels sounds smug as he speaks.

Derek can't help but let out a small laugh as he looks at Daniels with a smirk.

"It seems you're out of the loop officers. I was cleared of those charges when they found the real murder." Derek says and enjoys the look on Daniels face when he tells him.

"You're lying." Daniels says. He turns his back to Derek and sees him on his phone. No doubt checking to make sure Derek was telling the truth.

"Fuck!" He hears the older man say, and Derek laughs.

"Seems you put yourself in an interesting position, officer. You thought you captured a criminal when you just kidnapped an innocent man. I'm guessing you wanted credit for bringing a dangerous criminal in for what, brownie points for a promotion? Surely when I get out of here and report you for what you did you'll be lucky to keep your job." Derek says. Taking pride in how the older man glares angrily at him.

For a few moments Daniels just stands there visibly seething in anger. Nomdoubt he is thinking how he didn't boost his career but ruined it for what he did in taking Derek.

"You may be innocent, but I can still use you to get ahead in my career. I just need to make you into a criminal is all." Daniels says with a sinister grin.

"How so?" Derek asked. Baffled by what Daniels said.

"I told myself I would never use my family's gift. I wanted to separate myself from that world," he says with disdain. "But with desperate measures like this I can make an exception." Daniels says.

Derek is confused by what the older man means. That is till he can sense the strong feeling of magic fill the room. Daniels eyes glow an inhuman orange and a bright aura emits from his hands.

"Your." Derek doesn't get to finish what he is saying before Daniels' magic envelops around him. Derek breaks the handcuffs and tries to make a run for it, but the magic is already flowing through him and makes him stagger on his feet.

"What are you?" Derek growls, his eyes flicker from his normal hazel eye color to beta blue before his glowing blue eyes disappear as his werewolf side hismstripped away from him. Derek fills hollow from losing such an important part of himself, all because of this pathetic officer trying to use Derek to get ahead in his career.

Rage bubbles within Derek and he turns to face the man who took a large part of who Derek was from him.

"You bastard, you fucking worthless pig!" Derek snarls. He clenches his head as it throbs and pounds sending small tremors of pain through him.

Moments tick by and Derek's body burns from his muscles expanding in size. Hard earned muscles bulging in a matter of moments. It being as if Derek spends so much time hitting the gym to work and maintain such an impressive physique.

"You think your tough shift huh? Cause you blindsided me the way you did and brought me here?" Derek goes on to say. His legs ached with newly formed muscle filling his legs out on top of his legs getting longer to make the former werewolf a few inches taller.

Derek's mind was in a haze from a mix of different thoughts and emotions filling his head that he didn't know what to do in the moment but kept talking as if he did.

"You're just a pathetic pig, a dull lackey and nothing more. You can't bring me down, many have tried and every one of them failed." Derek's voice grew raspy and deeper in tone. His voice was foreign to his own ears but he didn't show any sort of reaction to it.

Derek's hair trimmed shorter, becoming a simple buzzed over style while his stubble shaved away to leave just a dusting shadow of facial hair along his altering jawline. His jaw which took a more defined and chiseled look. His cheeks filled out, hismnose growing a little wider, his eyebrows trim down to not be as thick as they once were.

Standing there now no one would ever have thought this scowling man was once Derek Hale. The man the former werewolf had became sneers at Daniels with a menacing look as handcuffs reappear around his wrists while his mind is flooded with a new persona.

His clothes rapidly changed on his new body. The old tattered rags that ripped and tore at the seams during his growth became something new to fit his new self.

Damon Harris stared at the officer with a cold calculated gaze. How foolish, he thought. It was humorous that that pathetic excuse for a man thought he could bring in a criminal mastermind like Damon in. Damon was not only good looking with an impressive body, but he was also a genius with a seductive charm which he shamelessly used to get out of being arrested.

By sleeping with the officers who tried to arrest him Damon often used it as blackmail to get the men to drop the charges and thus making him walk out a free man each time.

This buffoon would be no different, just another bitch for Damon to seduce and fuck till the weak man's dick his dry of any cum. Damon puts on his signature charming look. Before he could even utter a single word to the officer however Damon feels suddenly drowsy. He stumbles on his feet, sputtering over his words before he falls to his knees and then falls to the ground fast asleep thanks to the sleep spell Daniels just casted on him.

"I no doubt made you into a more dangerous criminal than what you were excused for, so best to not take any chances with you till I get you to the station." Daniels says to Damon's sleeping form.

It was a paint in the ass to get the hulking man into his car, but he thinks how this, everything he did tonight will make it all worth it when he gets the promotion for bringing in one of their most sought after and elusive criminals.

"I'd say sorry for doing this, but that would be a lie." Daniels says smugly while he lifts Damon's sleeping body up and struggles to carry him up the stairs and out to his car. Once he has Damon in the back seat of his cruiser, Daniels takes a moment to collect himself. He is due to start his shift soon, he still needs to get dressed in his uniform so he quickly heads inside to do that.

He isn't aware of his magic being absorbed by Damon. The void that was left from when Damon was Derek and a werewolf takes in the lingering magic from Daniels' spells clung to the criminal. Giving him his own type of hidden power that would grow within him.

Damon wakes up when Daniels returns. The criminal thrashes in his handcuffs and demands to be set free, but Daniels ignores him and drives them to the station. He is already picturing the praise he will receive when he walks in with a handcuffed Damon.

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"You may bring me in but I won't get charged. You can believe I will track you down once I'm out and make you sorry you every crossed paths with me." Damon tells Daniels in a low threatening voice as he gets escorted into the police station.

"With what we have you charged with I doubt you get out from behind bars anytime soon." Daniels laughed.

Damon clenches his jaw and sneers at the whispering officers who look at him. He won't stand for this. He refuses to be taken down so easily by a chump you used cheap tricks to capture him. Damon was a criminal mastermind, a genius Adonis. He refuses to be carted off like some common criminal like this.

"Now sit here while I get started on your processing paperwork." Daniels says smugly after he secures Damon in a holding cell.

"This isn't over! You haven't seen the last of me!" Damon calls out to Daniels retreating back. He curses and paces in his cell, thinking of how he can get out of this one. His interrupted by the door opening, he turns around and sees Sheriff Stilinski walk in. Damon rolls his eyes, the older man has been a thorn in his side for a while now and Damon is sure the Sheriff has come here to gloat about him finally being caught.

He notices how tired the older man looks, a mischievous idea forms in Damon's head while he watches Stilinski approach his cell.

"I'd like to see how you weasel your way out of this one Damon." Stilinski says.

"I'm sure you would, old man." Damon says. Loving the way Stilinski bristles at that.

"You look tired Sheriff, working long shifts again? Surely the pristine Sheriff of our beloved town knows when not to push himself too much in his work. After all, you're older now so you should be taking it easy." Damon chuckles.

"Watch Damon, I'm not that old." Stilinski says.

"Oh of course Sir." Damon says in a low raspy voice. He starts working his charm on the older man, flashing him a smile and leans close to the bars as he speaks to Stilinski.

"You do so much work for this town and do you get any recognition, any reward?" He asked.

"It's my job, I don't need a reward for doing what is right." Stilinski says.

"Yes, but surely with all you do you should get a reward." Damon says. "If a small one." He winks.

"Are you flirting with me?" Stilinski asked, taken aback.

"Depends Sheriff." Damon purrs. "If you can handle a young stud like me." He goes on to say and then rubs his impressive sized bulge. Stilinski's eyes follow Damon's movements and the criminal knows he has the Sheriff eating out of the palm of his hands now.

Men like Sheriff Stilinski who are overworked and tired are so much easier to seduce Damon's learned.

"I don't know what you're trying to accomplish here Damon but I won't be like those other officers you seduced and made lose their jobs." Sheriff Stilinski says.

"This is different this time Sheriff. No one is around to see us. With you being in charge you can easily erase the security footage that shows us having a little fun." Damon persuades.

"If it makes you feel better you won't even have to let me out of the cell." Damon added. The criminal then frees his fat cock from his pants. Gripping his palm around the base of his shaft. Damon's eyes lock onto the older officer's and he can see the turmoil Sheriff Stilinski is in from the look on his face as he mulls over what to do.

"Don't keep me waiting Noah. Who knows if you'll ever get another chance to have a taste of this." Damon teases. He grins widely when Sheriff Stilinski hesitates and then gets on his knees. Damon gets closer to the bars and sticks his cock through the opening towards the Sheriff.

"Go on Noah, don't keep me waiting." Damon insists. With another moment of hesitation Noah leans forward and tentatively takes Damon's cock into his mouth.

"See? Not so hard was it?" Damon asked. He gently thrusts his hips forward into Noah's mouth, pushing his dick further into the older man's mouth. His hands stick out through the bars and cradles Noah's head in his hands. Rubbing the older man's head soothingly while Noah continues to suck him off.

Damon would tease the older officer for being such a good cock slut, only he feels a strange sensation coming over him. He remains silent, a frown on his face while his body starts to get itchy. Damon doesn't know the residual magic from Daniels' spells is flowing through him and into Noah now. The magic making the two men become intertwined with each other filling their heads with a false reality of the two of them together.

Fueling Noah's loneliness while also granting Damon's desire to be free from his incoming imprisonment. Thus triggering Damon to undergo a second transformation. This one happens more rapidly than the first, making Damon fall into a dazed trance state so he doesn't even get to react to his metamorphosis into a new man.

Damon's hair starts to cascade down from his head as the Criminal begins to lose his hair. His hairline thinning out while more of his dark colored hair recedes into his scalp till he is left bald.

Damon's hard earned physique loses some definition and tone so he isn't as muscular anymore but still remains in good shape. Dark bristles of body hair sprout and grow along his torso, stopping just along his abdomen. Damon groans, his eyes glazed over, he thrusts his hips forward. His body moving on it sown to fuck Noah's mouth to plunge his cock deeper into the Sheriff's mouth. Damon can feel how full his balls are, desperate to release his thick load.

Damon's handsome face matures while it shifts into the face of an older man with rugged looks. Damon's dusting of stubble thickening into a fuller beard. His clothing rapidly alters on him to match the similar beige uniform as Noah Stilinski wears.

Damon no longer recalls his life as a criminal mastermind. Instead his head is full of new memories of being an upstanding officer of the law. Damon's own name is fleeting from his mind. His new persona taking root to complete his transformation.

Officer Darren Stilinski's eyes refocused as he awakened. An orange hue flashes over his eyes before that fades to his normal green color. Darren rubs his hand through his husband's hair as the room shifts around them. Placing them in Noah's office rather than the holding cell.

"After all these years together and you're still the needy cockslut you were when we met at the academy." Darren chuckles.

Noah looks up and is startled for a brief moment when he sees the new man, but his mind quickly catches up and he relaxes. Now he recalls this man as his partner, on the force and at home. Two wedding bands materialize on the two men's fingers while Darren fucks Noah's mouth with a few more thrusts before finally unloading his thick load of come into his lover's mouth. He pulls out a little bit after that, letting Noah lick any left over come from his thick dick head before Darren fixes his pants.

"That was fun." Noah says as he gets to his feet.

"Is it a surprise when you have such a stud for a husband?" Darren teases.

"You're so full of yourself." Noah chuckles.

"I know, it's why you love me so much." Darren grins and kisses Noah. His hands coming around to knead Noah's ass. The two officers stand there in Noah's office kissing when the door opens and Daniels walks in looking frazzled.

"Sir we have an issue. I brought in a dangerous criminal and now he." Daniels trails off when he notices the other officer with the Sheriff. He freezes for a moment as realization hits him and he sputters over his words.

"Yes?" Noah asked.

"You were saying something son?" Darren adds.

"N-nothing, sorry to trouble you both." Daniels settles on saying before he quickly leaves.

"That was odd." Noah says and turns to Darren.

"We can worry about him later. Right now I believe we are still on break so why don't we use it to have a little more fun." Darren suggests, pulling Noah closer to him for another kiss. Before they can continue Noah's phone buzzes, and with a heavy sigh the Sheriff answers it.

"Stiles is here to see you. Do I let him back?" The receptionist says.

"Yeah, send him back." Noah answers and hangs up.

"Our son is here." Noah says.

"Of course he is. I love him, but he has the worst timing." Darren chuckles.

"Yeah, but at least we can continue this when we get home." Noah says.

"Oh I intend to, and do a lot more to you." Darren promises. He has a flash of forigen thoughts in his head for a brief moment. He recalls what feels like two separate sets of memories in his head, but before he could focus on what they mean he quickly forgets them. He then just feels affection for his husband and their son just as Stiles opens the door.

Stiles pauses when he sees his dad and another officer around his dad's age holding hands and looking like they're close to kissing. The scene throws Stiles off and the young man is baffled over what the hell he just walked in on before reality catches up to him.

He recalls the new officer as his dad. Remembering growing up with two fathers and how much he loves his dads.

"Jeez, can't you two wait to get home to do this?" Stiles teases.

"So you can interrupt us there too?" Darren jokes, walking up and pulling his son in for a hug. Neither of them recalling who Darren was once before his transformations.

#Transformation #mental change #personality change #officer #cop #age progression #daddy

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jamesashtonisbae · 3 years ago

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You and Me and the Big Blue Sea

Word Count: 6720 (no freaking way this started as 3,000 words and is now this freaking long

Book: The Nanny Affair

Pairing: Aditya Bharad x MC (Alyssa Febrey)

Rating: Mature (ish)

Warnings: Language, allusions to sexual content

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they belong to Pixelberry studios.

Author’s Note: This is so stinking long! I don't know how this happened! I haven't wanted to write for a long time, but I just thought Aditya was a cutie and wouldn't it be nice if MC could just date him in TNA. I am not loving Sam Dalton right now, but I did try not to be super cruel to him. I did run through and edit this, but I'm going through an emotional time at work so it's possible that it's bad. The ending was hard for me, because I wanted it to be a happy ending and I thought making it epilogue-ish was how to do that. Maybe I'll explore some of the in-between that I didn't dive into that fully. Thank you to anyone who reads!

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Aditya had spent the entire evening watching Alyssa Febrey. She stepped out in a sinful, skintight dress that was more visually appealing than the whole of the Casino de Monte Carlo. He surely lost thousands of dollars that night, but he would never know because he was just looking at her. He watched as she was joined by Sofia, their boss, and Sam Dalton, their boss boss. Sam Dalton clearly noticed what Aditya had, that Alyssa was the most beautiful woman in the entire building. He watched as Sam tried to touch her, discreetly. He also saw Alyssa twist her face from one of annoyance into a kind smile each time he did.

Aditya had admired Alyssa from afar for a while now and he could say with confidence that she was seeing Sam Dalton. He could also say with confidence that she was unhappy with Sam Dalton.

He and Alyssa ate lunch together every day. He would see her get a call from Sam on her watch and lately, she’d been declining it instead of leaving to see Sam as she had at the beginning. Maybe it was because of something Sam had done, or maybe she just wasn’t feeling it anymore. Aditya didn’t know for sure.

After watching them for a long time, he decided it was pathetic to be pining after this young woman, fresh out of grad school, who was immensely talented and capable and undoubtedly the most intelligent person in their division. She had saved the expo today by thinking on her feet and being the most charming person in the room. Even though she was drawing him to her like a magnet, he knew he needed to stop staring at her like a loser.

He noticed that Sam had slipped a room key into her hand and that she was now waiting to go join him. And Aditya didn’t want to be the chump who didn’t get to be with her and watched her with another guy, but he had to talk to her. He gulped down another shot and took his liquid courage over to see the girl he’d been thinking about all day.

“Hello Alyssa,” he said softly to get her to turn towards him.

She turned and her frown lit up into a grin when she saw him, “Addy!” She jumped up and wrapped her arms around him in a hug, “Today was amazing, wasn’t it? I can’t believe how well it went for us!”

“How well it went for you, you mean. You saved us out there, Lyss.”

“I don’t know about that, but thank you. It was exhilarating to talk about our idea with people who can actually make it happen and use it to make the world a better place.”

“It was. You did a great job presenting. I would have been so nervous about having that responsibility on my shoulders. You’re great with people.”

“Aw, Ads, you are too! I know you would have done a great job with it, too.”

“Nah, I wouldn’t have.”

The way she was looking at him had him believing her though. Her eyes were lit up in a way he hadn’t seen the whole time she’d been at the casino. She was leaning in towards him, looking into his eyes, smiling brightly.

“So, you doing anything fun tonight?” she asked.

“I wasn’t planning on much. I thought I might take a walk down to the docks since I haven’t done any working out since I’ve been here. Or sightseeing, we just have been stuck in here dealing with the expo.”

She sat there for a second, contemplating, “Can I come with you?”

. . .

Alyssa had been feeling alone lately. That is until she met Aditya at work. Where all Sam wanted from her was to have sex, Aditya was interested in talking to her and getting to know her. Sure, she liked having sex, but she wanted more from someone she was pursuing a real relationship with. She wanted to feel like she was friends with the person she was with, not just white-hot lust. She didn’t have that with Sam.

Aditya was filling that gap. And sure, the grass wasn’t always greener on the other side. But as she’d been getting to know Aditya, she was realizing that there were romantic feelings there. They hadn’t so much as flirted, but she was crushing on him hard. There were just lunch and work conversations and many long hours of working closely together and somewhere along the way, she realized that she liked him a lot. And she’d given Sam chances to be what she was looking for, she had told him she needed to not feel like a booty call and to be treated like she was a person he actually loved. Still, he only ever called or texted to sext or to set up a time to have sex. He didn’t listen to her. And she was absolutely exhausted trying to make it work.

Alyssa knew she had a lot to offer and she knew what she was worth. Which was why she was done sitting around. She texted Sam that she wouldn’t be joining him, then followed Aditya out of the casino.

“Go slow, because I can’t move that fast in these shoes.”

“Do you need some help?” he asked, offering his arm for her.

“Thank you, Aditya,” she said, hooking her hand in the crook of his arm. Being close to this man was making her stomach flip in a way it hadn’t in years. She wondered if she would work up the courage to say anything to him yet.

“So, I haven’t been able to help but notice that you and Sam Dalton seem closer than former nanny and employer,” he started as they walked slowly down the sidewalk to the docks.

“What an astute scientific observation, Mr. Bharad.”

“And would it be the type of relationship where I would get fired for taking a walk arm in arm with you on a beautiful night in a foreign country?”

Alyssa laughed, “Please, I don’t think Sam cares about me unless I’m in a bedroom.”

Aditya stopped and turned to look at her with a heartbroken gaze, “Well, he’s an idiot.”

Alyssa returned it for a moment, then looked away sheepishly, “Yes, he is.”

“So you’re not going to use that room key in your purse?” he asked, cringing that he asked that question.

“I texted him that I wasn’t coming.”

Aditya was in shock. He couldn’t believe she had decided to hang out with him over billionaire Sam Dalton, “Has he replied?”

“I muted him.”

“Ouch.”

“Well maybe he should’ve thought of that back when I told him I was tired of feeling like a booty call and I wanted to feel valued, and then he kept just trying to have sex with me and not actually do couple things,” she didn’t want to admit how stupid she actually was. She couldn’t believe she had actually thought something serious could happen with Sam.

“So is he your boyfriend?”

“He’s not my boyfriend in public or in private,” it was the most honest thing she had admitted about Sam. She wasn’t his and he wasn’t hers. She didn’t think she’d ever said anything that brash about Sam.

“Oh.”

“I feel a little stupid about it actually.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“But I do. I let this guy tell me that I’m pretty and smart and then didn’t even stop to think about if the relationship was actually good for me. He didn’t even have to do anything to get me, I just followed after him like a little puppy dog. And I’ve never gotten anything back except for him leaving his fiancee who cheated on him and it was exposed in front of all the guests at his rehearsal dinner.”

“You deserve better than that, Alyssa.”

“I know I do,” she said, knowing she did in her heart, hoping that she was maybe standing in front of her “better” right now.

“You’re so confident, Alyssa. I don’t know what has happened with you and Sam, but I know you to be a confident woman who knows what she wants,” Aditya was hopeful that she would be confident and tell him if she felt something for him because his confidence was dwindling with all of the Sam talk. He thought she’d realize they had good times together and go back to him. His window was dwindling. He wanted her so badly, just to hold her hand and talk to her and buy her lunch and flowers and follow her around while she was shopping and research next to each other on the couch and eventually fall in love and get married and have children. All he wanted was a shot. He had one but he thought it had already passed.

“I think I’m learning what I want,” she said after a few moments of silence. She was standing there with a man she really liked and who had always put her first. He was so kind to her, always helping her when she was still figuring out her way around the lab, eating lunches with her so she wouldn’t have to go on her own, bringing in coffee for everyone but getting her the fancy latte she liked instead of just a regular coffee with sugar and cream. She could not have asked him to be a better guy. He was so sweet.

“What do you want?” he asked. They had reached the docks and were now strolling to the end to look out at the water. It was a beautiful night, maybe a bit chilly. Alyssa shivered and Aditya shifted to wrap his arm around her. At that, Alyssa turned so she was completely in his arms.

She looked up into his eyes and smiled, “I want you,” and with that, decisively pressed her lips to his. He secured her in his arms tightly, pulling her tiny body to his almost aggressively. She smiled into his lips, running her hands up to rest at the nape of his neck. He ran his hands over the silky back of her dress, holding onto her bare skin when his hands moved up her back. She lost herself in the feeling of Aditya’s lips on hers. She’d wanted to be kissed like this for so long. Like the other person was desperate for her. Like she was all he wanted and all he needed. The way his hand gripped her back, gently but intentionally, made her knees weak. And she realized she hadn’t kissed like this for a long time. She was desperate for him. She wanted him and she needed him. He was as necessary as the salty air she was breathing. If not more. The kiss ignited feelings that had been brewing for a long time. All she could think about now was him.

He stopped kissing her to look into her eyes. He looked at her like she hung the moon. She smiled up at him and said, “That was perfect.”

“I wholeheartedly agree,” he said, wrapping her up into another perfect kiss.

They stood at the edge of the dock, holding hands and chatting almost all night. They talked about work, more than just the expo that day, but their hopes and dreams for environmental innovation. She’d never enjoyed conversations like this with a guy before. He didn’t talk down to her or assume she didn’t know what he was saying.

They could have talked about it for hours, but eventually, they moved on to family. He had two loving parents who had emigrated from India to give him and his four brothers and two sisters a life in America. They had expected him to be a doctor, but he had insisted on becoming an environmental engineer. In the end, they were proud of their third child. They lived in Boston, Massachusetts, and hadn’t loved everything about America, but were huge Red Sox fans and bought season tickets every year. Secretly, she hoped she’d be able to join them sometime. When she was at MIT she loved going to Red Sox games and if things went well with Aditya, maybe she would actually get to join them realistically.

She told him about her parents, who loved their only daughter with all their hearts. They lived in a small town in upstate New York and took all of their vacations to visit her, whether she was at MIT or living in the Big Apple. Her parents were German and they loved to cook German cuisine for fun and would invite anyone to join them. Her dad also loved to fish on the quiet lake their house sat on.

They talked about music, and art, and their favorite restaurants and movies and tv shows and what they thought about the books they were reading and how they saw the world and what they thought about politics and taxes and British imperialism and anything and everything until it was well into the early hours of the morning.

Eventually, she could feel her feet growing numb. Sore, she could deal with. Numb was a completely different story. She started shifting her feet a lot, and Aditya noticed.

“You can take those off you know,” he said.

“No, a lady never takes off her shoes until the end of the night,” she joked, drawing a quick laugh from her handsome companion.

“Well then, I’ll carry you,” he offered.

“You’ll carry me?”

He nodded, reaching down under her knees and lifting her up into his arms, “Ads! What are you doing?”

He laughed and kissed her gently on the cheek, “I’m carrying you. Your feet hurt and I’m a gentleman so I’m carrying you back to your room.”

The two of them giggled the entire way back to her room, which was conveniently on the same floor as his. When they arrived, he set her down on her feet, then leaned down and met her in a final kiss.

“I want to spend every moment with you, Alyssa. But I want to prove that I want more than something physical with you,” he whispered against her lips as she started tugging him closer to her. It was obvious what they both wanted, but he was committed to not being Sam. He wanted to show her that he wanted more with her. Because boy did he want more with her. He wanted to visit her parent’s cabin in upstate New York and go fishing with her dad and learn to make schnitzel in the kitchen with her mom. He wanted to sit in front of the warm fireplace with her, reading books and talking and kissing.

“You can come in, I’ll still believe you want more,” she looked up with him, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously. “I promise.”

“If I come in, it will just be for a drink.”

“Oh of course. Just a drink,” she smirked, wrapping a hand behind his neck, curling her fingers into his hair to pull him down into a kiss. He went into the kiss willingly. They were ramping it up to more when there was a shout from the end of the hall.

“What the fuck is this?” Sam exclaimed from the end of the hallway, hands on his hips. Alyssa had never seen him looking so angry. She knew why, she had her hand tangled in another man’s hair and her leg was doing that thing where it was hitching up over his hip. It looked bad. But it didn’t matter if it looked bad, it wasn’t bad. She was single.

“Sam, it’s late. These people in this hotel are trying to sleep! Go to bed,” she hissed loudly.

“I’ll pay for their rooms. Who the fuck is this guy and why the fuck is he kissing my girlfriend?” Sam’s intense features were darkening and she genuinely believed he was going to kill Aditya. Genuinely believed it would happen.

“I’m not your girlfriend, Sam,” she said adamantly.

“Like hell, you’re not.”

“We’re not doing this out here,” she thought if she whispered it, he would get the hint and stop yelling.

He seemed to get the hint as he lowered his voice, “Fine, we’ll do this in your room.”

“No, we’re not doing this in my room either. We’re not doing this at all. Go back to your room, Sam,” as soon as she said it, she was done with him. She knew she couldn’t go back to what they’d had, just sex and kissing and occasionally seeing the boys. She still wanted to see the boys, but that was all. She’d be staying in this just to be the next mother to those boys. And she loved them so much, more than she loved most anyone in the world. But that was not enough of a reason to stay in a relationship that was causing her so much pain.

“No,” Sam crossed his arms adamantly.

“She told you to go, man,” Aditya stepped in front of Alyssa. Alyssa leaned her head against his shoulder, holding onto him gently as he stood up for her. She had to hide her grin as the hot guy she had a crush on stood up for her against the billionaire she had been sleeping with. It was a tense situation and if she smiled like a crazy person it would make Sam even angrier.

“And who are you to tell me what to do?”

“Someone who cares about Alyssa, and you’re upsetting her. You don’t need to talk to her about this now.”

“And are you going to leave? Or are you going to go into my girlfriend’s room?”

“Last I checked, she’s not your girlfriend.”

“She’s not yours either.”

“I do know that. I don’t go around calling women my girlfriend unless we’ve had an explicit conversation about it and we’re both on the same page. Go back to your room.”

Sam growled, turning on his heel and marching over to the elevator. He waited for a few beats, glaring over at the couple that had been on the verge of happy before he stormed down there, then shook his head and went inside and left. Alyssa sighed in relief, wrapping both arms around Aditya and holding him tightly against her.

He turned around in her arms, tilting her chin so she looked up in his eyes, “Are you okay?”

She nodded, “I appreciate you defending me, even if it put your job on the line.”

“I think my job is okay. Sofia doesn’t seem like she takes instructions from Sam Dalton.”

“A valid point,” she replied, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“So, I want to talk to you about this, but I don’t think we should out here. Can I come in, or are you done with people for today?”

“No, you should come in,” she said, a little exhausted at the thought of having to talk about this more. She wanted to talk to Addy about everything, but tonight she just needed to fall asleep with that attractive man next to her. How she would convince him to stay with her, she didn’t know.

He followed her into her room. When she started to take a seat on her bed, he stopped her, “Why don’t you change into something comfortable, and I’ll go back to my room and change too?”

She nodded and he left to change. She changed into a pair of sweatpants and an MIT hoodie. As she waited for him, she curled up on the couch and tugged a blanket over her. She was exhausted by the whole night. It was late and she wanted to sleep but she wanted to assure Aditya that she wasn’t just going to kiss him once and run. A few moments later, Aditya returned and joined her. She sat up a bit and let him take her hands.

“Do you want to talk tonight?” he asked, observing that she was exhausted and didn’t have the capacity to talk about her tumultuous relationship with Sam Dalton that night.

She shook her head, moving over so she was sitting in his lap, “I just want to cuddle up with you.”

“You can cuddle up with me.”

She let him adjust on the couch, moving so they were pressed together completely, holding onto each other tightly. They didn’t say much at all, just enjoying being near each other. She nestled her head into his chest until she couldn’t breathe. It was a delight to be suffocated by being comfortable with this man. And like she could be in his presence and not have to sleep with him for it to be okay for them to be hanging out.

After a long time of cuddling together, Aditya picked her up and took her over to set her down in her bed. She was so happy in his arms. They were so much bigger and stronger than she expected, but they were also cozy and comfortable. So comfortable that the four-second walk to her bed was enough for her to basically fall asleep.

“Good night, Lyssa,” he said, pulling the covers back with one hand, then gently depositing her into the bed.

She snuggled into her covers as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, “Please stay,” she whispered.

“Lyssa . . .”

“Please, Addy?”

He looked down at the beautiful woman snuggled tightly into her covers. She looked so exhausted that she would probably not remember if he left, but there was no way he was going to deny her anything she asked.

He crawled into the bed from the other side. As soon as he was laying down, Alyssa slid over and wrapped her arms around him. For a moment, they just lay together, snuggled up happily. And she was, so happy. It was blissful. She’d spent a while getting to know him, they had built a friendship, they had grown to appreciate and trust each other and then they had developed feelings. It may not have been white-hot at first, but there was a moment when she kissed him before Sam interrupted them. But mostly it was just them being comfortable together. She hadn’t felt this way with a man in years. And after a year of feeling on edge and unsure, it was perfect.

“Goodnight Addy.”

He kissed her forehead gently, “Good night.”

. . .

A few weeks later, Alyssa had ended things with Sam. She had told him it wasn’t working and she knew he had tried, but it still wouldn’t work. She didn’t want to disappoint the boys, so she said she’d be willing to hang out with them if he ever brought them to the office or if they asked he could reach out and plan a time for her to see them. Other than that, she didn’t want to be with him. It broke her heart a tiny bit. In the end, she did believe he loved some part of her.

He was distraught. She had never seen Sam Dalton cry before, but he did when she ended things. It made her cry too. They needed closure, and the conversation gave them closure. It was a little sad, but when she thought of Aditya and being able to pursue a real relationship with him, she suddenly became deliriously happy.

One morning, all those weeks later, she walked into the lab with a smile on her face and an extra scone and coffee in her hand. Aditya always got there early, so she wanted to be there before everyone else. She had a very important question to ask him since they had been seeing each other since Monaco.

They had gone on a few dates here and there but mostly had just seen each other at work. It was clear that they were meaning to get together once she had the official conversation with Sam.

“Hey Ads, sorry to interrupt your early morning,” she strolled over to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “But, I come bearing breakfast.”

He grinned, looking around to make sure no one else was there, then kissed her lips softly, “Thank you for breakfast. Want to go eat in your office?”

She nodded, “Yeah let’s go.”

They sat in her office, chatting about work and all of the things they had going on that day. Sam had won the competition and was named CEO, but the environmental division had gotten some incredible grants and investments and was successful. Sam promised not to fire her or Aditya and to let Sofia continue running the division.

When the clock struck 8:00, signaling when everyone else, in every other department, would be in, Alyssa popped her question, “Aditya, would you do me the honor of going to HR and becoming my official boyfriend?”

He laughed, reaching over to pull her into a hug, “I would love to.”

“Yeah?” she asked, burying her face in his chest. This man was finally going to be hers, all hers. And in return, she would be all his. Her whole life, she had been waiting to feel this safe and secure, and giddy and excited, and hot and sexy. She finally felt like she found what she was looking for, what everyone was looking for in their life. And wow, was she happy.

“Yeah,” he replied. He couldn’t believe that he was making Alyssa his girlfriend. She had become his best friend over the course of their time working together, but he had felt that spark when he met her. The spark that made him know that even if this incredible woman was only ever going to be his friend, he was going to have to try to make her his girl. He was grateful for her friendship and appreciated her so deeply, but the minute she kissed him, he knew he would not be able to return.

She gave him a gentle kiss that he ramped up into more, pulling her over into his lap. They started making out more passionately than they had ever before. They had proven their commitment to one another and now were ready to step up other areas of their relationship. She couldn’t have been more excited, but she had no idea how she was going to make it through the workday without having this man.

“Alyssa- oh my god! I’m so sorry, umm,” their coworker Charles walked in. He was clearly embarrassed, but he wasn’t going to leave just yet. He wasn’t the only one embarrassed. Aditya looked away and covered his face with his hands. All Alyssa could think about when he did it was how big that man’s hands were and how badly she wanted them back on her.

“Don’t worry Charles, we’re going to HR this morning,” she said, wishing she could just ravage him there instead of having to go to HR at all.

“Oh. Well, good. Um, as you were,” Charles wanted to leave, clearly, but he didn’t make a move to go just yet.

“It’s okay, we’re going to HR now,” Alyssa said.

“Don’t go on my account.”

“No, we’re going. We already decided on it. That’s what all the kissing was about. Probably should have waited,” she said, slipping off of her boyfriend’s lap.

Aditya kept his eyes on the floor as he took her hand as he led her past Charles to take her to the HR office. That was probably why, when they got into the elevator, they didn’t notice that Sam was in there too.

“Oh, hi Sam,” this was the first time she had seen him since they broke up. He had texted her telling her that the boys missed her, so she arranged a time to see them at the park with Jordan. But she hadn’t seen him. He looked good, but she could tell in his eyes that he was sad. Maybe not before they came in the elevator, but since they came in the elevator it was all she could see, that a man she had loved was sad and missing her. But in that moment she knew, she was fully over him.

“Hello, Alyssa. Aditya.”

Alyssa nodded, not noticing that she was still holding Aditya’s hand. Sam noticed and nodded towards them, “So, you two are together?”

Alyssa nodded again, “Yes. We’re going to HR right now.”

“Well, that’s good. I’m happy for you,” to his credit, he seemed genuine.

“Thank you, Sam,” she said, offering a smile. “And congrats on winning. You deserve this company. And so do the boys.”

He smiled, “They do. I’m glad to have secured their futures from them. If they should want this future of course.”

Alyssa smiled back at him, “Of course. Tell them hello for me.”

“I will.”

They stood awkwardly for a few moments, “Well, this is our floor.”

“Of course. Good luck in there.”

“Thank you,” Alyssa said, leading Aditya out, hand in hand.

After they went to HR and declared their relationship with all the paperwork in the world, there was a bouquet of wildflowers on her desk. Apparently, Aditya had scheduled for them to arrive in the elevator when she was talking to Sam.

“Oh, Addy!” she threw her arms around him and gave him a solid peck on the mouth. “They’re beautiful, thank you!”

“You like them?”

“I love them! They’re perfect!” she said, holding him tightly. It was so nice to be shown affection in public by the person she was dating. The flowers were huge and they were beautiful and they were her favorite kind. She couldn’t remember telling him that she loved wildflower bouquets.

Later that day, he bought her lunch. It was from their favorite bistro that they frequented when they were tired of the cafeteria, but he got her the cookie she always refused to get for herself.

After work, he walked her home, then promised to be back in an hour with a kiss. She got ready for the reservation he had made during the day, at a restaurant she had never told Sam she liked, but that Aditya had figured out without even having to ask. It wasn’t super fancy, but the way this man made her feel made her want to dress up for him. She put on the dress she had worn to the casino in Monaco, the first night they got together.

When he showed up at her apartment, his eyes lit up the way she had hoped they would, “You’re wearing the dress!”

“Is it your favorite dress?” she asked, walking over to him sexily.

“I love everything you wear, but this dress. My god, you look incredible. You look like everything I’ve ever wanted,” he was devouring her with his eyes. She felt so desired.

“Addy,” she whispered, reaching over to cup his face in her hand and guide him into a kiss with her. In that moment, she knew she had never been this blissfully happy in her life. She loved the kinky sex she’d had with Sam, but it was not even close to what she had with Aditya, and she hadn’t had sex with him. He was so committed to proving to her that he wanted her in a way that she hadn’t been wanted before that he held back and didn’t have sex with her. Now that she had a label on it, she was hoping it would happen soon. There were moments where she could hardly stand to keep her hands off the man.

She pulled away and held his hand, “You’re wonderful, you know that, right?”

He laughed, “Just trying to be as good a man as a woman like you deserves.”

“I would be so lucky to deserve how good you are to me,” she reached up and kissed him again. “I’m ready to go, are you?”

He nodded, taking her hand and leading her out to go to dinner. She had a wonderful time, realizing that this was really going to work. They were going to have a really great relationship, she knew it was her happily ever after.

And after dinner, she drew him into her bedroom and had her way with him. He was blown away by her prowess in bed. She knew her way around a man, and she was learning his body at a rapid pace. She adored him and was happy to show it by worshipping his body. While she was the more dominant of the two, he still had a few tricks up his sleeve that had her moaning and writhing beneath him.

He spent the night for the first time. He assumed he would and had brought over a bag so they could go to work together in the morning. As she fell asleep in his arms for the first time since Monaco, she felt truly at peace. Maybe it was the mind blowing sex, maybe it was the kind gestures, maybe it was that cute, kissable face. Whatever it was, she fell asleep comfortably.

That next morning, she made him breakfast in bed. They cuddled and kissed and he wasn’t early for work for the first time. It wouldn’t be the last. Alyssa Febrey could be very persuasive.

A month later, when they were going for a stroll after a date, he had something big to tell her. They had stopped walking to admire the water in Central Park, and while Alyssa was gazing out at the water and smiling, Aditya couldn’t keep it in any longer.

“Alyssa . . .” he whispered breathlessly.

“Yes?” she replied, looking up at him with hearts in her eyes.

“I love you.”

She smiled at him, that big, wide, brilliant smile. As he was pulled into a kiss, she said the words back to him. They held each other tight until she got too cold to stay out there. He took her back and made literal love to her, showing her what he had told her was true.

After the three little words were uttered, it was time to meet the parents. He brought her to Boston to celebrate Diwali with his family. His mom lent her a kurti to wear, which shocked him. His mother would never have let any of his past girlfriends wear any of her clothes. She also let Alyssa help in the kitchen. Aditya wasn’t even allowed to help cook for a holiday like Diwali. And while Alyssa was not a bad cook by any means, she had no experience with traditional Hindu dishes. His mom loved her and told him every single day that she felt that way. His dad liked her a lot, enough that he planned to take her to a Red Sox game in the spring.

Over the winter holidays, she took him home to meet her parents. He fit in with them so well. Her dad asked him to help him with a whole bunch of home improvement projects for the four days they were there. While she was in the kitchen teaching her mom some of the recipes Mrs. Bharad had taught her, Aditya was out in the living room with her dad laughing and joking as they mounted the new flatscreen on the wall. Her mom caught her smiling to herself as she turned on the stovetop.

“What’s that smile for, little miss?” her mom asked.

Alyssa looked up, blushing, “Just that this could be a preview of the rest of my life.”

“So you think he’s the one?”

She nodded, “Yeah mom, I do think he’s the one.”

Her mom looked over at her with a hint of a tear shining in her eyes, “I think he is too.”

After a year of being boyfriend and girlfriend, Aditya booked a trip for them to Monaco. Alyssa talked to Jenny, and Jenny was convinced he was going to propose back in the place where they had first fallen for each other. Jenny loved Aditya, and so did all of Alyssa’s other friends. They raved about how he treated her and told Alyssa every day that he made them believe there were good men in the world. They also insisted that he was going to propose in Monaco where they’d made their first romantic memories together.

Sure enough, they took a walk down to the very same docks where they first revealed their desires to each other. Alyssa knew her man well, and she’d never seen him this nervous. He had presented prototypes in front of the entire company and had watched the Red Sox win a World Series in seven games. Never this nervous.

“Alyssa,” he started, reaching over to take both of her hands in his and make her face him. “From the minute I met you, I knew you were special. You were so clever and such a quick learner and I thought ‘I need to know more about this woman.’ And as I got to know more about you, I found myself falling more and more for you. And here, in Monaco, I finally got to see that you felt a similar way. And from that moment, I couldn’t look back. I would do anything to be with you, Alyssa. You’re the only woman for me.”

“Aditya . . .”

“Alyssa,” he let go of one of her hands, reaching into his pocket. He knelt down and pulled out a beautiful emerald-cut diamond ring. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” she exclaimed, dropping to her knees and wrapping her arms around him. “Oh my god, Addy, yes, yes, yes!”

Aditya laughed and hugged her tighter, “I love you, Lyss.”

“I love you, Addy.”

He pulled away to give her a kiss, then put the ring on her finger.

“My God, this ring, Addy. It’s so beautiful.”

She let him carry her back to the same hotel, and this time they went to the same room and spent the night in the heavy throes of passion.

After a year and a half, Alyssa and Aditya were married. It was a traditional Hindu wedding and it was beautiful. She had spent the year learning the traditions from Aditya’s parents and family. Although neither she nor Aditya subscribed to any religion, his parents wanted a traditional wedding, so a traditional wedding they had. There were more people there than she had ever anticipated, but she wore a fabulous red wedding saree and it was the most beautiful wedding she had ever seen, although she was a little biased.

And by the end of their lives, they had three beautiful kids and a love that didn’t die. There were ups and downs, there were moments of heartbreak and heartache. They went through the deaths of their parents together, holding each other tight as they confronted the reality of losing the people that meant the most in their life. But before that, they had two of their beautiful children, who got to meet their grandparents and love them dearly. They lost a baby, and it broke them both to the point that they didn’t know if they could keep going. In the end, they realized they had to hang onto each other to make it through this life. They bought a house in Greenwich, spending their quality time together on the drive into the city. They built their own research laboratory that made innovations in environmental science, and built a life they loved. Their third child was a blessing, a miracle after losing one. They made sure their kids had everything they could possibly want. They took them to Monaco when they were old enough to enjoy it to show them where it all began.

It was a life she could not have imagined in her wildest dreams. Neither of them were perfect, but they were wonderful together. They had brilliant chemistry, at work and at home. Their family was beautiful, their lives were rich and full.

Alyssa got to see her children grow up and lead successful lives, with plenty of grandchildren. She couldn’t have imagined, back at the expo in Monaco, that she was going to build a life with that man who was kind enough to walk her down to the docks so she could see the beautiful sea.

#choices the nanny affair #the nanny affair #choices tna #aditya bharad #aditya x mc #aditya bharad x mc #the nanny affair fanfiction

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moominquartz · 5 years ago

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rating: G fandom: Steven Universe prompt: Secret Relationship word count: 1.4k requester: @krisseycrystal

Sharing an Ube Roll After Hours

In the Spacetries Bakery, past closing time, Lars and the Cool Kids have a heart-to-heart.

The ship in this fic is Lars/Jenny/Buck/SC, and it was so much fun! I haven’t written a poly ship in a long time. I hope y’all like it! It takes place pre-Little Graduation.

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“I… I can’t believe it.”

Lars struggles to wrap his head around the idea as he stares at the three of them. Sitting in his bakery after hours, the doors are locked and the lights are dimmed. The original trio sits at one of the only booths in the joint, all splitting an ube roll, while Lars leans against the counter by his empty display.

“Seriously. All of you?”

“Sure.” Jenny says it like it means absolutely nothing at all. Like it’s the easiest thing in the world to admit. “I like Buck and Sour Cream, and they both like me and they like each other. So why should we have to pick and choose?”

Lars’s brain is broken. “B-but… That’s so easy.” And it’s so hard? Why can’t he comprehend this?

“’Sides,” Buck says around another bite of subtle sweetness, “it’s pretty fun to go on a date with more than one person.”

Is it? Lars has never done that before. The only person he’s ever dated was Sadie, and…

“How come I never knew? How long have you guys been...?”

“A few years now,” Jenny answers with a grin.

“You never knew because we didn’t want you to know,” Sour Cream adds, which is honest if nothing else. “It was nothin’ personal. Most people don’t know, and that’s how we like it.”

“Less people being nosy,” Buck agrees.

“I tell my daddy that I’m gonna get an apartment with my two ‘besties,’ and he’s all about it.” Jenny laughs. “But if I told him I was dating two bi guys, he’d probably flip a lid.”

“H-he would…?” Lars’s voice is more nervous than he should be.

“Over the two guys thing,” Sour Cream clarifies.

Buck nods. “Not because he’s biphobic or anything.”

“That’d be super lame.”

“Yeah. Biphobia is for chumps.”

Lars wants to beg them to slow down, but at the same time, he’s realizing that… this actually makes a lot of sense.

How many times has he seen them walk down the boardwalk, arm-in-arm? How many times has he seen them on the beach, curled up a little too close; had hands linked in what looked like a prayer and broken up too quickly as he came near? How often has he felt like a ‘fourth wheel,’ on the outside looking in?

He’d always chalked the latter up to his own intense social anxiety, but maybe there’d been more to it. Maybe he’d felt like that because there’d been evidence for it right in front of him, and he just hadn’t known this kind of thing was possible.

“I’m… really happy for you guys.” They all turn to look at him, blinking in surprise, and Lars feels… surprisingly heartfelt. He laughs, the sound less nervous, softer. “I’m real honored you’re opening up about this to me. I promise I won’t spill the beans to anyone.”

Jenny sighs. “Oh, honey.”

Lars blinks.

“We’re not giving you all the back story because we think you’re a super chill friend.” Buck pauses. “Although, you are a super chill friend.”

“Th...thanks?”

“We’re asking you, dude.” Sour Cream shifts so he’s no longer got an arm wrapped around Buck. He picks up the fork, breaks off a piece of ube roll, and extends it to him. “Make our trio a quartet.”

Huh.

“Huh?!”

“Everybody knows you need four wheels on a car,” Buck says with a solemn nod, like that’s some wise proverb everyone’s grandma says.

“Four pieces to a band; vocalist, guitar, keyboard, drums.” Jenny hums in agreement.

“W-wait, wait, wait!” Now he desperately needs them to pump the metaphorical brakes on this conversation! He’s waving his hands wildly, face burning — which shouldn’t be possible because he’s undead, and yet! Apparently dying doesn’t absolve you from the mortifying ordeal of having your embarrassments broadcast to the entire world! “What are you guys talking about? Me?”

“Is… that a no?” Sour Cream asks, crestfallen, fork setting back against the plate.

“It—it—” It’s … not a no? That revelation slaps him in the face. Hasn’t he always been envious of what they’ve had? And here they are, inviting him into it. So what’s his hang up?

“It’s… It’s a why me?” The question comes across as somehow both self-deprecating and disrespectful to them, but he can’t wrap his mind around it. “You guys were looking for a fourth, and you picked me?”

“Well, sure!” Though she says it with cheer in her voice, there’s a look on Jenny’s face that Lars has seen too often and knows too well. She’s reading him, and she’s concerned. “You’ve practically been one of us for like, two years now. And you’re a real sweet guy, Lars. You’re like a pineapple.”

“Prickly on the outside and soft on the inside, huh?” Lars sighs.

“Actually.” Buck speaking up surprises him; he even removes his sunglasses, which almost never happens. “I think you’ve become softer over the years, man. You’ve got a lot more emotional intelligence than you did as a teen and you’ve become more genuine, too. We all have. And it’s really shining through in you.”

Sour Cream smiles. “I’m bad at words, but you’re pretty hot, too.”

“I…” His voice fails him suddenly, and his eyes start misting, and it’s not because of the ‘hot’ thing.

It’s partly because of the ‘hot’ thing.

“Y-you guys would… seriously want me around?” His voice breaks, and it’s pretty pathetic. “All of you?”

“Of course,” Jenny says with all the sincerity in the world. She pats the empty seat next to her, raising an eyebrow, an open invitation.

Lars has never thought of himself as lovable.

He’s made mistakes. More than anyone else ever has, probably. His social anxiety led to him a landslide of them: purposefully throwing school so he wasn’t seen as ‘nerdy;’ overemphasizing his own masculinity to the point of toxicity, because heaven forbid someone see him as even slightly feminine; mistreating Ronaldo, who used to be his best friend; and then he repeated that mistake, over and over and over. With Steven, it was like water off a duck’s back; that boy didn’t care what anyone thought of him, and he had enough in him to love every person in the entire universe.

But Sadie… Sadie hadn’t been like that. She hadn’t deserved it — more so than anyone else. She’d been kind, and caring, and sensitive. And Lars had needed someone like that, someone willing to pry him open and listen to him when he needed it, someone to trust him enough to let him do the same. But she wasn’t ‘cool,’ and he couldn’t be allowed to be seen with her like that, and so he did things like pretend he hated her when she wasn’t around and like he didn’t want to be with her when she was, and then he still expected her to be there for him and—

“Hey.”

He blinks and realizes he’s crying.

Sour Cream has a hand on his shoulder, concern on his face, and Lars doesn’t even remember the three of them standing up, but suddenly they’re there, and then Buck pulls him in for a tight hug. Then Jenny joins, and the three of them are surrounding him, holding him, enfolding him in all the warmth and love he never thought he’d ever earn.

And slowly, through the tears, Lars gives a soft laugh, arms wrapping around them in turn. “Hey, uh… if you’ll have me… then. Yes.”

Jenny squeals, leaning in to plant a solid kiss on his cheek. The motion is dizzying, something he’s seen Shep and Sadie do dozens of times and felt the green monster burning in his chest — not for Sadie, but for what they had.

“You guys… wanna head back to my place?” Lars asks, cheeks heating up, even though this is no different than anything else he’s ever asked of them. “There’s… this new horror flick on Webflicks, if you guys are up for it.”

“Sweet. I love sampling that stuff.”

“Sure thing, babe, I’ve been meaning to see that one.”

“Buck is pleased.”

Buck takes Lars’s hand as they all separate, and it’s the smallest thing, but Lars feels his spirits lift, heart beating as fast as it can, to do the same things they always do in a new, exciting context.

Lars is pleased, too.

#su #su fic #lars barriga #jenny pizza #buck dewey #sour cream (su)#i have no clue what their ship name is so please enlighten me if you know it #isaiah writes #isaiah original

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sexyshakespeare · 5 years ago

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bkdk k-pop (BTS) AU: Chapter 1- Kacchan

Bakugou was stressed. Then again, he was always stressed. But today was an especially stressful day- he had an audition to go to. This company was great, but they only really hired the best dancers. The problem was.. he had heard that they were looking for singers too. Logically speaking, anyone who could do both would be the clear pick, but that wasn’t going to put him down. This is Bakugou Katsuki- he works ten times as hard as any dancer out there, and is at least twice as athletic. So what if he can’t sing for shit. SO WHAT- he can learn and replicate any choreography they throw at him, and he’s willing to bet his ass he can do it better than any candidate they have.

Katsuki took a deep breath and walked into the studio. Man, if they could afford to have their auditions at this studio.. what kind of money were they talking exactly. He was greeted by a woman who led him to the auditions room. White walls, white floors, huge mirrored wall on one side- this was how it’s done- not some half-assed practice session on a basket ball court like he was used to. He put his bag down by the wall and watched the others who had come before him give their auditions. Being Katsuki, he tried to point out every mistake they made to himself, not just to gloat over it- but to make sure he doesn’t repeat it. He really was more stressed than usual today, it was a wonder he hadn’t snapped already. When it was finally his turn, he came out to the center of the room. His scarlet hued eyes focused on the three judging the audition. They must be big wigs- he had to impress them. Their choreographer was watching from the other side of the room. He had the floor to himself.

The blond took in a deep breath and waited for his music to come on. He had picked a loose polyester shirt to wear over sweats- his most comfortable dance-wear. When the song started up, he immediately went into action. He’d gone over his routine hundreds- no- thousands of times before this audition. And he was nailing every move- every breath he took was calculated, pre-planned. If this company was as good as everyone said they were, they’d recognize his talent and hard work- all the hours he put into this would not go unnoticed. But Katsuki didn’t settle for just that. Any seasoned performer would be able to put in this kind of effort.

His real selling point was the aggression. Every move, no matter how many thousands of times he’d done it- he replicated it with as much force and passion he’d put into it when he first learned it. Katsuki felt like his muscles were on fire by the end of it, but that only fuelled him more. At the end of his song, he stood up from his crouch and looked at the judges for any good signs. They were busy talking amongst themselves, looking excited. The blond stood there, panting, wiping the sweat out of his eyes- refusing the bottle of water offered to him- he watched the three of them by their table impatiently. What the hell was taking so long. He knew he was better than the chumps that came before him- so they ought to have something to say about it. Fuck this. “So?? Can I expect to hear something??”, he couldn’t stop himself before he shot out the words. The entire room seemed to quieten down. He frowned a bit, trying to correct himself. “..can I have some feedback- please??” One of the three at the table piped up, “We’ll get back to you on that- we still have more auditions before we can decide-“ Of course. He felt stupid to have asked. Shit- his friends had warned him to be more respectful, smile some more or whatever. Katsuki huffed and walked to where his bag was and flopped down next to it. Wiping his face and neck with his towel and squeezing the Gatorade into his mouth, he lay there, panting and glaring at all the other candidates.

Who the fuck cares if I smile- it’s skill that counts. That’s when the next candidate walked in. He was apparently the last one they had, and he was late for auditions- dumbass- that was the first mistake he made today as far as Katsuki was concerned. He watched him carefully, the floppy green hair, freckles on his face.. the doe eyes he made at everybody as he stuttered apologies. Please- what could this guy do to change the verdict. “Hello I’m Izuku Midoriya- I’M SO VERY SORRY AGAIN FOR BEING SO LATE- IT WAS THE TRAFFIC.”, the young man bowed low. The company people were more than understanding. “Don’t worry about it Midoriya- go ahead and perform what you’ve prepared for us-“ Bakugou watched Izuku to see what he could do. But it seemed like he hadn’t heard them yet- the green haired candidate was deeply concentrating on something.. His low voice sounded all over the room, “-I did calculate the time it would take me to get here- IF I took a bus- and it was clearly not worth it considering the time and money spent to get here, couple that with not getting seats on the bus anyway-“ “Uh- Izuku it’s alright! You can go ne-“ “-but that’s exactly why I took a taxi! It was prepaid and everything- I checked the routes on maps to make sure we picked the one with the highest rate of traffic clearance- but even that didn’t seem to work cause the detours on road weren’t updated on the map yet- maybe they need a better system in place for things like this- because clearly-“ “IZUKU MIDORIYA?” “YES!??”, he suddenly looked up to see the man looking at him sternly. “You can perform for us now- you’re the last one and we’re waiting-“ Katsuki could barely hold in the giggles at this point. This guy- THIS was the guy he’d been worried about taking his spot. Not a chance- not happening. He watched the greenet take to the center of the room after putting his things down by the wall and handing his memory stick to the sound person. Then the music started up. He danced in time, his moves were sharp, and subtle. As the beat got faster, he kept time without losing his pace or any of his grace. In stark contrast to the blond that had gone before him- there seemed to be no aggression accompanying his energy. Well, for a first- he smiled. And his eyes seemed to find his target easily- he aimed to please- to impress. And that is exactly why he did. There seemed to be an almost palpable change in the atmosphere in the studio. Everyone had their attention fixed on Izuku Midoriya. Katsuki Bakugou did too. He watched him glide across the floor, dynamic and free in his movements. And as a dancer himself, he knew how many hours it took to make it look this effortless. But even after all this, Bakugou was relaxed. Even if he could dance this beautifully- if anything- maybe they’d be matched in skill. Maybe they’d give this Midoriya fellow a second glance before giving the spot to Katsuki. That was when the cunt started to sing. Izuku’s track changed to instrumental as he sang along with the background accompaniment- he hit his notes high as he danced his routine. His pitch didn’t falter once through all the movement. How the fuck- Then he finished on a low note, his voice rumbling deeper than should’ve been possible. So he had a wide range too. What couldn’t this man do? When he was done, he bowed low again and smiled sweetly at the panel. Bringing his hand up to his hair awkwardly he said, “I hope you liked it! It wasn’t the best I could do- and the song I picked wasn’t the most complicated to choreograph but-“ “It was perfect- we loved it! Don’t be so hard on yourself.”, the company man spoke. He was the real deal- one of the main producers. He looked like he meant business, and even he was smiling at Midoriya. Midoriya got the feedback- he got the smiles- he got the excited chattering amongst the panel. Bakugou was livid. He suddenly stood up from his spot, causing the others in the room to turn towards the sound. Gathering up his things, he stomped out of the room and into the hallway leading back out to the elevator. Fuck ‘em. Fuck Midoriya. Fuck that producer. He walked into the elevator, angry with himself. He was angry for a lot of reasons- for not being able to sing- that was the first. At best, he used to rap a little as a hobby when he was younger. Would that help?? They hadn’t mentioned rapping at the auditions. He stood in the back, absolutely seething. It’s not like he could go back and rap for them now- that would make him look like a clown.

As the doors of the elevator closed, he found himself immediately regretting his outburst. Holding his head in his hand, he tried to not scream. He couldn’t do this here- they might still call him after today- he still had a chance.

He looked up suddenly to see his messy mop of green hair pushing through the doors. His eyes looked large and apologetic. Pathetic. “Come to gloat?”, he shot at him gruffly. Midoriya seemed to be taken aback as he shuffled into the lift- bag in hand. “N-No?? G-gloat about what- exactly..”, his voice sounded, unsure. This was the guy who would get his job. Right in front of him. What the hell did he have that Katsuki didn’t?? He glared at him before looking up. The elevator was making its way down to the ground floor- where he’d be taking a bus back to his shitty rented apartment that he could barely afford- yes, a bus- because he couldn’t afford a damn taxi like this freckled prodigy. He hated his guts- pushing his way into the elevator like that to hang around the loser of the day. “You got the job- idiot- so act like it.” Bakugou preferred it that way. At least if he gloated, he’d be able to put it all behind him- chalk it up to be a bad week and start again. But instead, Izuku tilted his head at him like a confused puppy. “..Bakugou right? They mentioned something about your stunts- said they’d be contacting some of us for choreography next week- but uhh- they figured maybe you don’t want the job anymore cause you-“ The blond snapped his head towards him instantly. “WHAT? THEY SAID WHAT?-“ He was already pressing the buttons to go back up- he pressed the wrong floor a couple of times before getting the right one. His face was sweating again. “Hey! I was on my way down- you could’ve waited..”, the other man’s voice was soft and undemanding as he watched the blond look panicked. Katsuki suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder, just as the doors opened on the right floor. “Tell them the truth- they seem like nice people. They were really impressed by you” The blond turned to look at him, dumbfounded. He was only met with a smile, not anywhere close to malicious- just a genuine look of happiness on this stranger’s face at the prospect of his adversary getting the job in his place. Fuckin’ weirdo. Bakugou walked through the hallway and into the studio, embarrassed that all eyes were on him. Many of the dancers seemed to have left already- the others were packing up. A few were speaking to the producers and the choreographer and standing around having coffee. As the spiky haired blond approached the group, he bowed his head slightly in apology. The producer took his hand and shook it. “Did Midoriya catch up to you then? We were going to call you too of course- so I take it you will come to the choreography round next week?” “Yes- of course I will- thank you so much for the opportunity sir-“, the otherwise prideful young man was severely humbled by the offer. This could just be his big break- if he could keep his emotions in check before this was all over. He felt like this was his chance to explain himself before things got out of hand. “I- I have some anger management issues- which I’m working on of course- that’s not going to be something that’ll hinder our work flow- I’m very sorry about walking out like that-“ It had to be done. He had to make the best impression on them if was going to be considered at all. He couldn’t smile and make doe eyes like him, but at the very least, he could be sincere if he tried. The producer looked at him with kind eyes, but cancelled out the gesture in a rather assertive tone, “Bakugou- we expect great things from you- and we also expect that you’ll be professional about keeping your emotions appropriate to the work setting-“ He sighed before continuing to sip on his coffee. “We’re not exactly sure what kind of arrangement we have for you, but only time and working together will tell-“ Before he could contain himself, he was speaking, “So another round of testing? That’s when you’ll decide you want me in the company?” The choreographer was listening before, but now he grinned wide. “This fish is ready to jump ah- PD?” He laughed and slapped the man on his shoulder. PD looked at Katsuki again, and spoke in a measured tone. “You’re assuming you’ll get the spot and nobody else? Isn’t that a little too confident- even if you are talented, that isn’t something we like in this company-“ At that, the blond fixed his scarlet gaze on his, his eyes hard like steel. “Sir- respectfully- I know I’ve worked hard enough to get in- I know I’ll work harder than anybody here to make you see that- I will show you why I deserve this job-“ He took a deep breath and bowed low. When he straightened up, he saw that PD was smiling- a small, knowing look on his face. “I look forward to that Katsuki-“ Bakugou breathed a sigh of relief before taking a cup of coffee himself. He needed his nerves to settle already. “But to be completely honest? Since you do seem to want that from me-“, the producer smiled some more before sprinkling some sweetener in his cup, “Midoriya seems to be showing us why he deserves this job- maybe you ought to ask him for tips-“ Katsuki breathed in sharply and directed his glare at the door, willing the green haired wonder to walk in.

But Midoriya was already in a bus on his way home- to his own shitty little apartment. He just had to get this job- even if he had to fight that pretty blond for it. Izuku sighed, his breath fogged up the window as he looked out into the streets passing by him. He chuckled to himself. This Bakugou person had tried hard to make an enemy out of him- but it didn’t work. Izuku knew a good man when he saw one. This one just seemed to want to push people away- even if he was harmless. Well- maybe he’d scratch a little.. like a cat. “Katsuki- Katsuki-chan – Katchan “, the greenet mumbled to himself as he settled his head down on his bunched-up scarf. A three-hour long bus ride called for a nap after all. Izuku smiled suddenly, a pinkness in his cheeks. “Kacchan..”

#bkdk #kacchan #bnhafanfic #bkdkfanfic #bakudeku #katsudeku #kpop au #bts inspired #mhafanfic #fanfic #animefanfic #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #midoriya #midoriya izuku #deku

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thegrimzuera · 4 years ago

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Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down into a real-life, real BAD fanfic.

So for the sake of privacy, we’ll say that my name is Zoe. I was raised in heteronormative, Midwestern suburbia. Now for the most part I adore my family and I loved my childhood, but in this case it did not work to my advantage. You see, nobody ever told me I could be gay. Just slipped their minds, I guess. Oops? So for most of my adolescence I walked around like a chump, thinking I was straight. I mean, straight people, you do you! It just didn’t work for me. That in and of itself is Bad Fanfic Trope #1.

I dated this guy on and off throughout high school. We’ll call him Chad. I liked Chad quite a bit. He was nerdy and we had nice conversations. For some reason we just couldn’t click well enough to maintain our relationship long enough that it became permanent (hint: because I was GAY...!). Honestly, we don’t even need to dwell on Chad that much. He’d be the least important part of this story if it weren’t for the fact that during one of our “off again” phases, he met and fell right in love with a person who we’ll dub Sarah.

Here’s where it gets juicy.

Now I’d never met her, but everyone said that Sarah was just like me—but cooler. We were both cute little emo girls, we both liked anime and weird music, and we both for some unknown reason liked Chad. Sarah also had this really amazing accent because she had moved to the states from Wales. All of Chad’s friends called her “British Zoe.” Come to think of it, that title made me a little bitter towards Sarah, and if Sarah ever heard about it, it may have contributed to her feeling bitter towards me too. Of course, being directed to compete over Chad didn’t help.

So Chad dated Sarah for a while, but it was fine, because Chad and I were going to stay friends like the mature 18-year-olds we were. Even though I was still insanely jealous of this mysterious and unattainably cool Sarah person. It was during this time that I figured I liked girls (and boys, I still thought) and as I was toying with the idea of telling Chad about my newly discovered bisexuality, he informed me that Sarah had also come out as bi. Interesting, isn’t it? 👀

I had the opportunity to meet Sarah once. We all went to an anime convention together, and I distinctly remember taking a deep breath beforehand and deciding that this was the day Sarah and I would become friends. There was no need for me to be jealous! If she was as cool as everyone said, then imagine how great a friendship would be. But I was shy. And she was shy. And we had all that baggage between us. I went home that day feeling alienated and disappointed.

Now things began to get messy, because conflicting feelings often do that. I’ll spare you the ugly details, but tell you that my friendship with Chad ended quite abruptly when I discovered that he’d been juggling both Sarah and I romantically at the same time. So I split, made a life for myself 50 miles away, and that was that.

Except it wasn’t. Fast forward about six years—one marriage, one child, one mental breakdown and revelation, and a divorce later. I moved back to my hometown, and one night I walked down the winter streets on the East side with a good friend of mine. I didn’t often come to these parts because I was raised on the opposite side of the city and it was unfamiliar to me. This was actually the first time I’d been here in about...hmm, six years? But one coincidence is all it takes I suppose.

As we walked along, I happened to glance into the front window of a restaurant just off the sidewalk. I had to do a double take, because there was no way that after six years and only one meeting I would immediately recognize...Sarah? Also Chad 😒 I did not say hello. I didn’t know what to do at all! After a mini meltdown, I decided that the best thing I could do was to reach out to Chad on social media.

In truth, I’d wished over the years that I could repair my friendship with Chad—wished that things had played out differently. If we all hadn’t been so dumb, maybe I wouldn’t have lost that friendship. To my great surprise, Chad was very friendly when I reached out. We arranged a time to meet up for coffee, and for several hours we talked and reconciled everything that had happened. We caught up on life, and Chad said that I should hang out with him and his friends—and Sarah—sometime.

I remember the first time I got to spend time with Sarah. It was shortly after that first coffee that Chad, Sarah, and I went to a local pinball bar to play and have drinks. We got together to play board games and have dinner around that time as well. In both instances, I was floored by Sarah’s kindness to me. Despite both of us being rather quiet by nature, we had easy conversation. I also remember feeling like such a dork in comparison. Me and my carefully curated outfits and sculpted hair were overdone and pretentious when compared to Sarah’s shaved head and relaxed wardrobe of black tank tops and some of the coolest pants I’ve ever seen. It was all so effortless for her.

Damn, I wanted so badly to be her friend! Chad kept encouraging me that Sarah thought I was really cool too, but I just didn’t believe it. When I learned that Chad would be moving out of state, I realized I had to stake my claim on Sarah’s friendship fast.

We all got together at Sarah’s new apartment for potentially one last time. Merely stepping foot into this place had my desire to be a part of Sarah’s world skyrocketing. The apartment sat on the East side of town, less than a hundred feet from the very restaurant window where I’d first saw her. It was on the upper level of an old, hipster coffee shop for goodness sake. If I didn’t want to be friends with Sarah just to be friends with her, I certainly wanted to For The Aesthetic.

That night I also met the person we’ll call Katie. This was Sarah’s new roommate. I could just tell as we interacted that evening that something good would come of this. At least, I hoped so. I largely contribute my lasting friendship with Sarah to Katie’s presence, because Katie has such a way about them. They can take even the most shy and awkward folks like me and get them laughing like fools. A little alcohol may have helped as well.

I lamented that night about how lonely I had been, and I did so out loud. That really should be embarrassing, but I’m nothing but grateful for my clumsy and pathetic tongue, because it allowed Sarah to open her mouth and invite me into her life.

“You can be my friend,” she offered earnestly. “Once Chad leaves I won’t really know what to do with myself, so you’re welcome here any time. I mean it!”

And hot damn, was I going to take her up on that. I came home that night absolutely elated. I had found a place to belong. I wrote songs and poetry about how happy I was. I told my parents how happy I was. I had never felt so hopeful, right down to the tips of my fingers. Flowers could have grown straight from my chest that night.

A week or so later, I had plans to have dinner with Sarah, Katie, and another friend of theirs, Rose. I was growing connections. That was also the week that I discovered Sarah and Chad had broke up because of some deeply rooted trash-bag tendencies he’d been revealed to have. We won’t go into that, but Chad was out of the picture, and somehow that raised the stakes. I had no training wheels now, not even in the form of an out-of-state buddy who could encourage me that Sarah truly did want my friendship.

Fortunately, what came to be on that evening with the three almost-strangers was the beginnings of the most instantaneous, wild, and addictive friendship of my life. We talked about everything. We discussed heartbreak, joy, pain, existence as a whole. We sat on a rooftop deck and gazed at the stars, and we immediately planned a get together for the following night where we would meet Lena and Emma, and our core group of instant best friends would be complete.

I can only describe this friendship as a whirlwind romance. These were the true loves of my life, and it had all started with laying eyes on Sarah by means of coincidence or fate that night in the winter—after years of tension and competition! Talk about an Enemies to Friends arc.

But I’m not even done yet.

As I mentioned, our little group became inseparable. We spent all of our time together and poured more energy into our friendship than I had ever given or been given by another adult person. I learned that these people were the coolest to ever exist, and that they thought I was cool too. I finally l believed it, because they wouldn’t allow me to doubt. This was a fierce love.

For some reason, with all this fierce love, I always found myself dying to get closer to Sarah. Closer and closer yet. I also felt particularly protective of my friendship with her. I think this had everything to do with the fact that our friendship was so ill-fated and had been thwarted many times before. I promised myself that I would never let anything or anyone come between us. Sarah was my number one concern.

You can see where this was going.

Bad Fanfic Trope #2: Enemies to Friends [to Lovers]

Now let me just take a pause in our literary journey to tell you some of the reasons I fell for Sarah. Consider this a montage of sorts:

For being a very shy, very introverted person, Sarah lives loudly. She’s the one to show up in the most fabulous, effortlessly cool outfit you’ve ever seen. We once went on a walk to the park with mine and Emma’s kids—Sarah wore black leather hammer pants. She has about ten thousand pairs of black boots, each one unique and quietly elaborate. She just exists this way, never looking like she tries too hard or had to even put thought into her appearance. She just is.

Sarah also loves to dance. And she’s good at it. This was another thing that surprised me, I suppose because I figured that as a self-proclaimed awkward person like myself, she would be too timid to dance. But Sarah can and will dance to anything. Sarah will dance in silence. Sarah also knows and loves every song known to humankind. I’m talking tens of thousands of songs—she knows the lyrics, the albums, the artists, and probably the life stories of said artists.

Sarah is an artist herself. She draws, paints, and does pottery. For my birthday, she threw me the first party I’d had since my absolute failure of a sweet sixteen (in and around eight years prior), baked me the most delicious lavender cupcakes I’ve ever tasted (oh yes! Sarah also is a master in the kitchen!), and gave me the coolest, trippiest, handmade cup. It is my favorite cup. I would probably murder if this cup asked me to.

Most importantly, Sarah is the most kind, gracious, emotionally intelligent person I know. I’ve always been astounded by her ability to forget our past and extend such grace to me. Despite the way we met, she welcomed me into her life. She’s always the first one to check in not just on me, but on all of our friends and even people who have wronged her to be sure that we are all okay. Sarah understands people. She understands feelings and can express them so beautifully when she’s actually given the chance.

We’ve done the whole nine yards over the last year since we met (er, met again). I’m talking midnight kisses, bed sharing, romantic dinners, slow dancing, regular dancing. The problem was in figuring out if it meant anything, because when all your friends are gay, this sort of thing can be confusing.

Nobody told me to feel this way. A smart person would have told me not to. A smart me would have listened. But I love the feeling of falling, so I allowed it. I allowed it and clung to it. It actually happened quite fast. Sarah and I have always been honest with each other; it was something I prioritized due to our rocky beginning. So, when I realized my feelings for her, I wasted no time in asking her on a date.

Sarah said yes, but she also told me she wasn’t sure where she wanted this to go or if she was ready for anything serious. Her relationship with the trash bag had left her pretty severely wounded, and she was understandably still healing from that. And so together we agreed that this would be a date without expectation.

Sarah also told me that she’d never been on a proper date before. Trash bag had never bothered to do that. This was just more motivation to make this a good date. Not to pat myself on the back too hard, but I did a great job. I am good at treating people right. We went axe throwing (yes, very gay, I know), and then had dinner and drinks.

All seemed well, I was happy, she was happy. But, since we agreed that it was a casual date, I didn’t want to apply any pressure by asking her out again too quickly. So I waited and tried to play my hand wisely.

Now during this time, COVID cases were on the rise in my area and in the rest of the country. Hangouts in our tiny group had been easy and safe up until this point because of the nice summer weather and Sarah’s outdoor, rooftop deck where we usually would gather. Winter in the Midwest, however, made that impossible.

Now I thought I might lose my mind if I couldn’t see my people for the entire winter. Fortunately, Sarah asked me to be her “plus one” of sorts—each of the roommates in her apartment got to choose one. Katie chose their partner, and the third roommate in the apartment chose his partner. Sarah chose me.

I say again, you can see where this is going.

Sarah confessed to me that she felt lonely and jealous of her roommates romantic lives. They had partners, she didn’t. They were in love, she wasn’t. But here I was.

Bad Fanfic Trope #3: Fake Dating AU

Now I know what you’re thinking. Why would I do this? Why would Sarah do this? Why, Zoe? Why?

Emotions are a very persuasive bastard, I’ll tell you that. Besides, it made Sarah happy, and I got to go over to my favorite apartment with my favorite person. We actually spent quite a lot of time together in this days.

One particularly magical night for me was the walk we took around a local college campus. This was near Christmastime, so the surrounding houses were all lit up with colored lights and the atmosphere just hit different. Even being out in the open, it felt intimate. We came across the most oddly placed bus stop in the parking lot. Truly it was an island out at sea—it just looked like it didn’t belong there, a little glass building with citrus light leaking out of it.

“That’s a portal,” Sarah joked, spotting it at the same time as me.

I laughed, but I was actually serious when I asked her, “Should we go through?”

So we did. We ventured to the middle of the lot and entered in the left-side door. The inside felt even more otherworldly, and I’m still not convinced that something supernatural wasn’t going on there. But we giggled like kids and imitated the sounds of machine and tearing space-time, and then we stepped out the right-side door.

I’m pretty sure that was the night I knew I was totally fucked. Up until then things had been pretty manageable, feelingswise. But everything about that evening just pumped me up with hope and adrenaline, and whether things went up or downhill from there is kind of hard to tell.

Things really were good! I got to dress up for mini, COVID safe parties and dance in the living room. I got to sleep over on movie nights. I had already been living out my fanfiction dreams to the tune of Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift for the last several months, so what was a few more?

Actually, it was quite painful. I say this was a fake dating AU, but I think I was the only one being fooled—and maybe Sarah too on some level. We didn’t really mean for it to happen this way. I didn’t mean to be the person who couldn’t control her feelings, and Sarah didn’t mean to be the one who led me on. We were supposed to be having fun—and it was fun. Until it wasn’t.

See, holding back your own feelings can be miserable. It’s fun in the moment until you come home to an empty bed and know that nobody will be joining you. It’s fun until you’re reading into every text message and searching for a hidden meaning. Everything somehow felt perfectly aligned and all out of sorts at once.

When I decided I couldn’t take the wondering anymore, I asked Sarah for the chance to talk. She of course said yes, and so we agreed that we’d find some alone time at our next get-together. This happened to be our jazz night party, and Damn, did Sarah look good on jazz night.

We’d had themed parties before, but Sarah really outdid herself this time. She’d taken the lead on this party, and when I walked in I found the entire apartment transformed. The living room furniture had been pushed back to make room for dancing, and the kitchen cart was rolled in as a makeshift bar. The plush bench from the entryway sat in front of a strung-up tapestry as a photo station, and the flat screen was adorned with some sort of “jazz club ambience” from YouTube.

Sarah herself looked like something straight out of the Great Gatsby. I’ll spare you the details because I’m trying not to be too cringe-inducing here, but she was striking and perfectly on theme. I’m pretty sure I looked like a grunge gremlin in comparison, but that’s neither here nor there.

I told her how lovely she looked when I arrived, and truthfully I couldn’t tell if she was the one being awkward or I was. It could have been both, in hindsight, but considering how things went it doesn’t really matter.

It was difficult to focus on the absolute beauty of the party when my hands were trembling and all I could think of was the upcoming talk of be having with Sarah. I didn’t want to look at her too long in case everything went wrong and she didn’t want my eyes on her, but she also looked gorgeous and cool, and she was making us drinks like a real bartender. This was the time of her life, I could tell.

Everyone else was having a good time too. Katie and their partner were two peas in a pod. And Adam (third roommate, thus far unnamed) and his partner seemed pretty much in sappy, romance heaven. It hadn’t been a problem before, but suddenly I wasn’t sure where I fit into this unique equation.

When slow songs came on through the playlist, the couples wrapped their arms around each other and looked fondly into each other’s eyes. Sarah and I danced, but not too close, and I definitely couldn’t meet her eyes right now. It just didn’t feel the same.

We finally managed to get some privacy when the others went on a Taco Bell run. I mentally went over my talking points and tried to prepare myself for what seemed like the most predictable outcome. I would make sure that Sarah felt no pressure with me, because that truly was the last thing I wanted. I would also make my intentions clear—I’d love to go out on more dates with you and just see if there could ever be something between us. Easy as that. I didn’t expect that she would confess her true and undying love for me (I tried not to expect anything really), but a large part of me figured she would at the very least agree to a date or two for the sake of discovery, and maybe she’d even be excited about it. It just made sense to me.

But, even as I was beginning to express my feelings, I could tell the direction this was going. Sarah smiled and said she also felt like we probably needed to talk, and that I was really brave for bringing this up—braver than her, she said. What followed was the kindest, most gentle letting down of my life. Really, she couldn’t have handled that conversation any better.

There were a number of reasons for her decision to turn me down. For one thing, she didn’t want to risk our friendship. We were already so close, and as she’d expressed before, she didn’t want to rush into any serious relationships right now. 100% reasonable. And, it kind of did make sense. It would have been difficult not to become serious very quickly considering how close we were. On top of not wanting to risk our friendship and not wanting anything serious, I suspected that she simply didn’t feel the same way.

At the end of it all, Sarah asked me if I needed some space to process, or if I wanted her to step out of the apartment for a while. That’s right, Sarah literally volunteered to leave her own home during her own party to make me comfortable. I of course told her that was ridiculous and did my best to carry on normally. I wanted to be cool about it for both of our sake. Alas, I ended up making multiple trips to the bathroom for secret crying sessions, and eventually I ducked out early so that I could cry peacefully in my car—and my bed, and my shower, and everywhere else for the next few days.

Yikes. Funny how it hadn’t even hit me until that moment that I’d been making the very same dumb mistakes I read about all the time on AO3. I filled myself up with hope that wasn’t there and nearly ruined everything because of it.

I tried moving on without much luck. I tried remaining friends with moderate success. Perhaps that’s being too pessimistic. Honestly, my friendship with Sarah is stronger than ever. It’s just that almost two months after Jazz Night I finally had to have another talk with Sarah—one where I confessed how hurt I’d been over the whole ordeal. I apologized for my mishandling of the situation, and she apologized for hers. Honestly, we both had a good idea of what we’d been getting ourselves into at the start of it, but we did it anyway.

Am I over Sarah? Not if I’m being honest. But my priority has been and will always be protecting our friendship, and I think she’s on the same page as me there. I hang out with both her and Katie routinely, and I’m doing everything in my power to fix this. I don’t think it’s as big a deal for Sarah as it is me in that she doesn’t have to alter her feelings. I don’t want her to change her behavior either—because our amazing friendship is why I fell for her, she didn’t do anything to make me uncomfortable.

So we’re carrying on. I guess this is an ongoing story, but the fake-dating part is over as are the fanfiction tropes that seem to have overtaken my life for a hot minute. I just thought it was so interesting—interesting enough to share I suppose.

(Honestly part of me things this would make a good story if I went back and documented these events in more detail—like, I dunno, multiple chapters or something idk. If anyone got this far and would be interested in that lemme know. It’s my real life but for once that’s actually quite interesting.)

#story time #yes this is true #should I write it out on more detail?#fanfiction #but it’s real life #fanfic #I’m a disaster gay #lgbt #why am I sharing this #might delete later? who knows

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Philosophy Class for Rock Bottom Demons: 2/3

Maybe coming to Earth wasn't such a great idea after all.

Michael's in that gaudy Arizona dive bar, but it's gaudy in an Eleanor-way, like Minion plushies and shrimp dispensaries. The light's too bright here, like a spotlight that won't stop following him. It's jarring, seeing Eleanor in that little red dress; he's so used to "Real Eleanor's" conservative garb.

"Look, surprisingly sexy bartender, I'ma tell it to you straight: it's my birthday and I want to make some bad decisions. Like baaaad. You know what I'm talkin' 'bout."

He doesn't.

"If it's not you, it's going to be my Uber driver. I've already hooked up with three Uber drivers. And I'm not saying that the last one was a budding serial killer or anything, but I am saying that I can't rule him out as not a budding serial killer either. So what's it going to be?"

"Um, what?" Michael says. He wonders if there's another glass for him to pretend to clean.

"Come on, man," Eleanor slides closer to him. Too close: there's no space between them anymore. Eleanor's finger curls around his white hair. "Do you want me or not?"

Well, okay then. Yes. Okay. This is...yes.

He kissed Eleanor before, one night under the Michael-made stars, the night when they were both desperate enough to willingly venture into the depths of hell (and that's not even a cheesy metaphor). It shouldn't shock him so much to feel her body against his, to feel her hands running through his hair and cupping his face. The sensation of her tongue in his mouth is still strange, but he's a fast learner. He can't recall why he was so adamantly against kissing before.

As it escalates, going faster than he can anticipate, he hears voices in his head. One that sounds like Janet reminds him that the Judge could check on them at any moment. One that sounds like Chidi at the height of his philosophy professor glory frets about the morality of his actions. Then there's Shawn's voice, telling him to ignore that four-eyed, Kant-loving dweeb.

He's a bit concerned about that last voice, though not enough to stop.

*****

"Okay, so it definitely wasn't a good idea to piss off the Judge, and I'm sorry for getting us trapped on Earth--"

"Michael," Janet interrupts. "It's fine. Let's go help the humans."

"Right," Michael says. His smile takes over his entire face. "Let's go."

*****

Michael's stuck here on Earth until the inevitable death of the universe (but no one likes spoilers). While the humans are alive, he'll do everything in his power to get them into the Good Place. After that...well, after that he'll still have Janet. They'll figure it out from there.

"I still look like me, right?" he asks Janet as the two of them hang out in their new journalism department headquarters. It's night now, the time when he and Janet, as two sleepless beings, can truly talk.

"What do you mean?" Janet says.

"My fingers don't look more, uh, tentacle-like, do they? I don't look more on fire than usual?"

She smiles knowingly. "You look the same as always, Michael. Your demonic appearance isn't slipping through."

"Oh good," he says. For a moment he was afraid that he'd live out his earthly existence as a Godzilla monster.

At night, he thinks about the point system. He keeps noticing all of the little ways that humans lose points. Littering. Sneezing into their hands then touching a railing. Listening to music in public without earbuds. Listening to country music, period. But then, he's also noticing the little acts of kindness: picking up someone else's litter; holding the door open; offering up a tissue and reassurance to a crying stranger at a bus stop.

Not for the first time, he wonders how the points are weighed. Why does bingeing trash TV and making rude comments cancel out someone's sincere if imperfect effort to change? Why don't they count up the million little ways a person's presence can bring out the best in someone else?

*****

This was a horrible decision. Why hadn't he listened to Janet when she tried to warn him? Why did he always ruin everything?

"Michael," Janet says softly. "Please talk to me."

"It's all my fault," he says hollowly. "I should've listened to you. I shouldn't have meddled."

"It is true that everyone should listen to me because I'm a being who literally knows everything," Janet says, but the joke doesn't land with Michael, not right now. "The past is the past. Beating yourself up won't change it."

"All I wanted was to get them into the Good Place," he says. He should be crying, like he did on the platform, but for some reason he can't feel anything. Just numbness, like he's lost his link to his corporeal body. "Now, because of me, they will definitely go to the Bad--"

His voice cracks. Oh, there it is: those tricky, pesky emotions.

Janet's arm slinks around his shoulders. He lets himself sink into her surprisingly warm embrace.

"I'm no expert," she says, "but I think this is just another part of being human; accepting that not everything will go your way."

He supposes she's right.

"Come on," she says. "Let's try some authentic Earth froyo."

*****

"What's the big deal, Eleanor? She found a man who makes her happy. And, if you ask me, she made a good choice. Do you know how awesome it is to talk architecture with someone who actually knows what they're talking about? Someone who doesn't just want to add more spider volcanoes and blood rivers? It's so refreshing! Such a creative challenge! Such a--"

"Michael!" Eleanor snaps, arms crossed over her chest. "Focus, dude!"

"Oh, uh, sorry, got a little sidetracked," he smiles sheepishly.

"Look, dude, Dave might be your BFF now, but women like my mom don't go for guys like him without an ulterior motive."

"Why not?" Michael asks, confused.

"Puh-lease. The Donna Shellstrops of the world are trashy but in a hot way, with bods that just won't quit even after all of the questionable things they've put them through. Dave's a dork with glasses and a boner for architecture--no offense."

Offense very much taken. He doesn't know why he's so affronted by Eleanor's skepticism, but he is, deeply. Maybe he's offended on behalf of his new friend. Yeah, that's definitely the reason.

And what's so bad about glasses, anyway? He happens to think they make a person look refined.

*****

"Those are my memories," Eleanor says. "I want them back."

But here's the thing: Eleanor doesn't know Michael this go around, not really. She knows Michael the Benevolent Being, Michael the Slightly Eccentric Force for Good. The Michael who may have done some questionable things in the past, but is now her biggest supporter.

She doesn't know Michael the Demon, who begged for help while calling her a disgusting little cockroach. The Michael who gleefully tortured her, then cackled in her face when she found out. She doesn't know Michael the Manipulator, the Michael who tortured Chidi for petty fun, the Michael of ill-advised hookups.

That Michael is better off forgotten.

That's the reason why he doesn't want to show her. Well, the main reason. He's also sick of all the schmoopsy lovey Chidi moments, yuck. Don't get him wrong, he knows Chidi is good for Eleanor. He helps her become a better person, and if nothing else, he wants her to be her best self. But does he really need that love fest paraded around in front of him?

Once she's finished, he starts babbling. She cuts him off.

"I'm not mad at you. I can't be mad at a demon for being evil."

Well. He's not sure how to feel about that. He should be relieved that she's not mad, but he's not. She expects demons to be evil? Does Eleanor expect him to be evil?

Of course, she starts ranting about how super intelligent tarantula squids control everything, so he doesn't have time to dwell on it.

*****

Erasing Chidi's memory is absolutely the right decision; he knows because Chidi, the czar of moral philosophy, says so. But as he learned at his first annoying philosophy class, the right thing is often as painful as any torture he could dream up.

It was also right to show Chidi and Eleanor their joint memories, as painful as that is. They deserve this. He stays back to give them privacy, but he doesn't leave completely, because it's better to get the memory wipe over with.

Distance doesn't matter much to demons, anyway. He can still see them cry and comfort each other. His chest feels tight and painful, like it's burning. Wait, is is? Did his human outfit slip somehow? But no, he's still regular Michael. His chest just aches unbearably because he can't stand watching Chidi and Eleanor hurt.

Especially Eleanor.

*****

When Eleanor asks if his freak out was fake in her you-sly-dog voice, he smiles tightly, shuffles his feet, and agrees.

Lying is probably the right decision.

*****

He has no proof, but he's pretty sure that pink pastel wallpaper was invented in the Bad Place. It certainly feels like torture, staring at the walls of Mindy's bedroom. He could always leave, he supposes, but he'd rather face Derek's creepy sex toys than the humans right now.

So of course that's the moment that Eleanor walks through the door.

"Hey," she says, playing with the hem of her blue shirt. He's grown rather fond of her impeccable Fake Architect wardrobe. One of his favorite parts of the experiment is coordinating outfits with her.

"Hey," he says thickly, barely looking up.

"Can I sit down?"

"Sure."

The mattress dips with her weight.

"Michael, I want you to know that I never stopped trusting you, I just...wasn't sure how good an actor Vicki is."

"She sucks," Michael says. "My Australian accent's so much better."

He thinks Eleanor's smiling.

"Right. Still, I should've known. Sorry."

He shrugs. "I shouldn't have lied. I'm sorry too."

"Look at us, two pathetic chumps apologizing and shirt."

"Heh."

"Hey, bud?" Eleanor says. "What's on your mind?"

"Nothing," he says quickly.

Eleanor is surprisingly gentle when she says, "I thought we said no more lying."

That startles him enough to look up.

"I--" he starts. He bunches his pant legs in his fists. "It's--I can't explain it."

"It's about the fire squid thing, isn't it?"

"No!" he shouts. "No, it's...okay," he admits, shoulders sagging, "it's about the fire squid thing."

"Michael, nothing's changed," she says, putting a hand on his shoulder. "We still love you the same. Actually, scratch that, Jason probably loves you more now. Seriously, dude, you're gonna have to strip for him if you ever want him to shut up."

Michael snorts despite himself.

"I know I'm probably being stupid--"

"You are definitely being stupid," she cuts him off. "Knock it off. We can only afford one Jason Mendoza in this group."

"Yeah, okay. It's just.. hard, sometimes, being the only demon."

"Do you want us to keep gloopy Glenn?"

"No, Glenn sucks. Okay, maybe that's just Shawn's millennia of bullying talking. What I mean is, I don't always know my place. I tortured you guys, I manipulated you. and it's--I'm not that person anymore, but at the same time, part of me sort of is. I don't know if I'm explaining it right."

"I think I get it," Eleanor says, putting her hand in his. "I've changed so much that sometimes I want to strangle my old self. But at the same time, I can't completely move away from that hot Arizona dumpster fire, because she helped make me who I am today."

"Yes, exactly," he nods. "When I'm with you humans and Janet, I finally feel like I belong. Sometimes I forget that I'm really a, a fire squid, and convince myself that this dashingly good looking body is the real deal. So when I'm confronted with the truth--when my friends found out the truth--"

"But it's not the truth," Eleanor says. "You are who you chose to be; that's the real you. Your friends love you for you, whether you want to be a fire squid or dapper silver fox."

There's that warm chest feeling again, only it's not painful this time.

"You were always my favorite," he tells Eleanor. He's not sure why he's telling her, but it feels right. "I love all of you, but if I had to pick a favorite human, it's you."

"Thanks, man," she says. "You're my favorite demon."

"Low bar," he mutters, and they both laugh.

He looks at Eleanor. He really looks at her.

"Do you want your memories back?" he asks.

She looks at him sharply. "You can do that? What about Janet's machine thingy?"

"I don't need it in the afterlife," he says, standing up in excitement. This is a risky decision, but it's the right one. She deserves to know all of it, and all of him. "Do you want them or not?"

"Here yeah I do. Fork it, let's do it."

He snaps his fingers.

It only takes a fraction of a second, but he can see them all dancing in Eleanor's blue-green eyes.

"Holy forking shirt!" she says. "Wow. Just wow."

Her eyes find his.

"So we have a bit of a complex relationship, huh?"

"What do you mean?" he asks. Why is he suddenly so twitchy?

"I mean, I know I'm a total hottie and everything, but I hooked up with everybody in the afterlife. Chidi, Tahani, you."

"Oh," Michael says. "That."

Suddenly, the pile of gross sex toys is the most fascinating thing in the room.

"Yes, that," Eleanor stands up, forcing his attention back to her. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Um," he says. "Sorry?"

"Don't be sorry, doofus," she says, swatting his shoulder. "I was the driving force both times. I can see why I'm your favorite now, unless you swap spit with other humans I don't know about."

"First of all, gross. That's gross. Second of all, no."

"Seriously, though, do you want to talk about it? Your feelings, I mean."

He does not. He'd rather get zapped into ooze like poor stupid Glenn or try out that demon strip tease (well, not really). But he's no longer the person who pouts and runs people over with trolleys to avoid his feelings.

So here goes nothing.

"I'm still not great with human feelings. I only just learned why you should never lie to your friends--sorry again. All I can really say is that I care about you. You make me want to be my best self."

Eleanor looks at him. He can't read her face.

"You know I'm in love with Chidi, right?" she says. He knows; he doesn't need her to say. "But you're like the best friend I've ever had. Like ever. I don't know if soulmates are real, but if they are, you're my best friend soulmate. I hope that's good enough."

"Oh, Eleanor," he says. His throat feels tight. "Of course that's enough."

"C'mere, you big softie," she says, pulling him into a tight embrace. He thinks hugs are one of his favorite human things. It's definitely up there, just ahead of paper clips.

She lets go. "Okay, now go kick Shawn's ash."

Oh, he definitely will.

#hellstrop #michael x eleanor #the good place #eleanor shellstrop #michael (the good place)

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gcods · 5 years ago

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lightcreators said: ❛ what , you’re going to kill me? ❜ (from nagito komaeda @ junko )

❝ Do you want me too? is it too late to do that—!? ❞

pixelated despair manifests itself in front of the pathetic dying fool. well, he’s not really dying not yet but that level of disconnect from reality isn’t healthy y’know~ if you keep that up for long senpai SHE MIGHT GET BORED & KILL YOU HERSELFif she had the chance that is... sigh stupid rules. awe look at him --- look at the hungry mad man’s soul withering away in the confines of the strawberry house, sitting there on the swings, so openly--- just waiting for someone to do him in. SHE WISHES SOMEONE WOULD MAN UP & JUST DO IT. it’s not like the chumps will be missed anyway, she needs more bodies, more chaos & more despair--- they should just hurry up & normalize their situation. justify it & start killing once again. / sadly all the losers left after the 3rd trial are weak --- oh well, such a situation should at least raise one self-sacrificing chump’s ‘inner hero’; might as well be you komaedasenpai. model’s infectious smile appears on her face, a smile so out of place in this tensed & trying situation of despair. A SMILE RIGHT AT HOME. red nails raise & lay gently on his cheek, (she uses her right hand, the same one he has of hers irl) right below his hopelessly hopeful eye. it’d be so easy to just pop out an eye from his socket if she so wished. IF THE RULES WOULD LET HER THAT IS. HOW TROUBLESOME! an eye for a limb is pretty fair if you ask her... that is if she cared enough LOL. mouuu~ that doesn’t mean she can’t have a little bit of fun & push him around a bit--- mislead him. ❝ I’m just kidding --- OH! and don’t bother asking me stupid questions like ‘who are you’ that’s just so boring! how would I know the answer to that when you’re the one dreaming up a TOTALLY HOT DROP DEAD GORGEOUS MODEL. I’m not here to kill you senpai~ why should I do that & help you --- ❞

❝ Do I appear as a god to you~ ne, I guess it could IS true. say~ why were you dreaming about me? are you just going mad with hunger, why are you still just sitting here senpai~ ❞ She applies just a little pressure just below his eye, just enough to cause black spots to appear as she continues to spill horrid suggestions in a sweet, honey-coated voice. the deluded boy is too tired, his muscles are worn out, food should be all that is on his mind & yet he still, continues to cling to hope and admire others around him. WHY WOULDN’T HE? HE’S SO TWISTED &--- WEAK. ❝ the hope of your classmates you love so much is withering away as we speak. don’t you want to be a hero? don’t you want to help them? guide them & save them? people often stary, but even they need help; a shoulder to lead on from time to time --- the LEAST SOMEONE AS USELESS AS YOU can do is lend them a helping hand. go on komaedasenpai~ free them from their worries —! ❞ /// ( ♡. accepting. / @lightcreators. )

#lightcreators #〈 ★ inevitable . 〉 ┊ “queued.”#〈 ★ inevitable . 〉 ┊ “asks.”#〈 ★ despairing serendipity . 〉 ┊ “an embodiment of despair that yearns for no future” ( IC ).#OKJHUG #IDK WHAT VERSE THIS IS UHHH #probs bf gundum kills someone #also she's just like yea ur totally dreaming me up bro #lolol #lhjg

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someone-online · 6 years ago

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16 and 17 for the ask thing since I need new music to listen to xd

16) What’s the saddest song you’ve ever heard?

idk about the saddest song, but i can give you a list of really sad songs i know!

(all of these are only musical songs bc im too lazy to think about the other nonmusical songs i know)

Your Daddy’s Son (Ragtime the Musical)Til We Reach That Day (Ragtime the Musical)Coalhouse’s Soliloquy (Ragtime the Musical)Words Fail (Dear Evan Hansen)So Big/So Small (Dear Evan Hansen)Loser Geek Whatever (Be More Chill)Michael In the Bathroom (Be More Chill)Stay Alive - Reprise (Hamilton)It’s Quiet Uptown (Hamilton)She Used to Be Mine (Waitress)I’m Not That Girl, along with its reprise (Wicked)No Good Deed (Wicked)For Good (Wicked)Ti Moune (Once On This Island)When We Are Wed (Once On This Island)A Part of Us (Once On This Island)Santa Fe (Newsies)Letter From the Refuge (Newsies) (it’s not on the cast recording tho)Tomorrow Is (SpongeBob Squarepants musical)(I Guess I) Miss You (SpongeBob Squarepants musical)I Am Here (Come From Away)Something’s Missing (Come From Away)Inútil (In the Heights)Alabanza (In the Heights)Epilogue (21 Chump Street)Dangerous to Dream (Frozen musical)Monster (Frozen musical)Legally Blonde (Legally Blonde)What’s Wrong With Me (Mean Girls)Doubt Comes In (Hadestown)Road to Hell II (Hadestown)Far From the Home I Love (Fiddler On the Roof)Lifeboat (Heathers)Kindergarten Boyfriend (Heathers)Pathetic (Matilda)When I Grow UP (Matilda)Somewhere That’s Green (Little Shop of Horrors)Good Kid (Lightning Thief Musical)My Grand Plan (Lightning Thief Musical)The Tree On the Hill (Lightning Thief Musical)Alyssa Greene (The Prom)

17) How about the sweetest song?

another list:

Wheels of a Dream (Ragtime the Musical)Gliding (Ragtime the Musical)Our Children (Ragtime the Musical)Sarah Brown Eyes (Ragtime the Musical) (but only if you ignore the context of the song)If I Could Tell Her (Dear Evan Hansen) (i just think its a really cute song)Finale (Dear Evan Hansen)I Love Play Rehearsal (Be More Chill)A Guy That I’d Kinda Be Into (Be More Chill)Voices In My Head (Be More Chill)The Story Of Tonight (Hamilton)Helpless (Hamilton)That Would Be Enough (Hamilton)What’s Inside (Waitress)It Only Takes a Taste (Waitress)Never Ever Getting Rid of Me (Waitress)Everything Changes (Waitress)For Good (Wicked) (its both sad and sweet tbh)Sal Tlay Ka Siti (Book of Mormon)One Small Girl (Once On This Island)Love Is Always Lovely In the End (The Drowsy Chaperone)I Do, I Do In the Sky (The Drowsy Chaperone)I Never Planned On You/Don’t Come A-Knockin’ (Newsies)Something To Believe In (Newsies)Finale (Newsies)BFF (SpongeBob Squarepants musical)Finale (Come From Away)Pacencia y Fe (In the Heights)When You’re Home (In the Heights)Sunrise (In the Heights)Everything I Know (In the Heights)What the Heck I Gotta Do (21 Chump Street)A Little Bit Of You (Frozen musical)Chip On My Shoulder (Legally Blonde)I See Stars (Mean Girls)Wait For Me (Hadestown)If I Were a Rich Man (Fiddler On the Roof)Miracle of Miracles (Fiddler On the Roof)Do You Love Me? (Fiddler On the Roof)Maybe (Annie)Tomorrow (Annie)Fight For Me (Heathers)Seventeen, also its reprise (Heathers)This Little Girl (Matilda)My House (Matilda)Suddenly Seymour (Little Shop of Horrors)Strong (Lightning Thief Musical)Sixteen Going On Seventeen (Sound of Music)My Favorite Things (Sound of Music)Dance With You (The Prom)Unruly Heart (The Prom)

#asks #thetallassdevil #not gonna tag these musicals lol

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cinnaminsvga · 7 years ago

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Churro Chumps | Yoongi

→ summary: “Hey Y/N. If I’m 130 pounds and I eat 1.3 pounds of churros, does that make me 1% churro?” -Min Yoongi, 2017

{or alternatively: two idiots with their two functioning brain cells try to make a Christmas miracle}

→ genre: college!au, fluff, humor/crack (mostly because i’m dumb and the dialogue is literally just me shitposting) || part of this collab!! → words: 7.2K → a/n: this is most possibly the dumbest shit ever, but I hope it makes you laugh? also, I kinda make fun of Yoongi a taaaaad too much here, but it’s just for the giggles!

During one of many inebriated nights watching some dumb reality TV show with your best friend in the entire world, aforementioned best friend had somehow managed to gather enough brain power in his fucked-up state to pose you a semi-relevant question. Somehow, his alcohol damaged synapses managed to form a somewhat coherent sentence good enough for your own equally damaged synapses to comprehend. With his voice slurring so much, it was a miracle you even understood what he was trying to say. If memory served you right (which it probably didn’t), he asked you something like this:

“If you could go back in time to change anything—hic!—in your past, what would you change?”

Well, sadly, that question had remained unanswered for quite some time because drunken you from three months ago had promptly vomited all over your shared apartment’s carpet after thinking too hard about the consequences of altering the space-time continuum, causing all discussion of the hypothetical situation to cease immediately.

Luckily, sober you from the present finally had her answer, and it was something like this:

You would happily staple Min Yoongi by the balls to a chair so he wouldn’t have fucking ditched you at one in the afternoon after almost 26 hours straight of staying cooped up in the library, and leave you to drool all over the desk like some sort of friendless loser!

(Not that you wouldn’t have drooled on the table with or without Min Yoongi’s presence, but at the very least you’d be doing it together.)

With murder and ball busting on the agenda, you wiped your face with as much dignity as you could muster and went looking for the bastard to give him a piece of your mind. He could only be at two places at this hour, and given that it was a Friday and you could already see a line forming near one of the campus cafeterias, you had a very good idea of where he was. And oh boy, these bystanders were about to see the best medieval torture method reenactment of their lifetimes.

For the record, you could say with 95% confidence that you were usually not a violent person. Civil conversation and good natured debates were more your forte when it came to settling disagreements, but when it really came down to it...

You were definitely not opposed to using your fists once in a while, especially when it meant dealing with a certain Min Yoongi.

With your boots angrily making squelching sounds on the soggy snow, your hair in perfect rat’s nest decorum, and your eye bags as purple as Park Jimin’s secret stash of women’s underwear, it came as no surprise when the rest of the student populace made way for your seething form as you stomped your way to the bundle of black jackets currently lining up for fucking—

“Churros? Min Yoongi, you left me in the library to get fucking churros?” You finally managed to grit out, pulling the offending man out of the line and purposefully making him fall on his sorry excuse of a bum. He barely offered a grunt back in response, as it seemed that he had already managed to acquire one of the aforementioned succulent treats and was actively trying not to let it fall onto the ground with him.

“No, I did not leave you in the library to get fucking churros,” was his simple reply. You watched as he started to carefully stand up with unnatural ease that was uncharacteristic of Min Yoongi, but it seemed to do the trick, as he was able to keep the hot treat up in the air without his hands even touching the ground. “Phew, that was close,” he muttered, barely even glancing at your infuriated self.

“Where the fuck were you then?” you accused, your hands on your hips as a universal sign of you-fucked-up-big-time-mister-min-yoongi.

In lieu of a response, Yoongi simply lifted up his prize towards you: a single churro wrapped in wads of greasy tissue.

You felt your eye twitch. “Are you fucking telling me… that you forgot to wake me up in the library because you lined up for a single, free churro?”

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders, showing you the churro once again as if that was answer enough, like all the world’s answers were held in that single doughy, sugary stick of pure diabetes. Stunned to silence at his appalling behavior, you could only watch as he proceeded to devour the churro whole, chomping on it for three whole seconds before swallowing it immediately. He patted his stomach contentedly.

“Not just any single, free churro, Y/N. It’s a next-level churro.” Yoongi looked down at the butchered remains of the sweet sugary goodness on his fingers. He licked them off with gusto. “Well, was a next-level churro at least.”

If looks could kill, then the sneer on your face would have completely eviscerated him. “You? Sicken me. Best friend in the entire world, you are.”

Just like the complete idiot that he was, Min Yoongi only grinned back cheerily, flecks of brown sugar still present on his pearly whites. You fought the urge to point it out to him. Let him suffer with food in his teeth, Y/N! He deserved it. “I do my best, Y/N. If you’re really mad, we could line up again and get another one for you—“

“I don’t want a fucking churro, you asswipe! What I did want was one solid hour nap in our little library nest, after which I would be promptly woken up by my best friend so that we could switch roles and I would let you sleep so that we wouldn’t lose our coveted spot in the library! But no! You left me for a damn fucking churro, and now our special table is probably gone!” You fumed, huffing out in anger as you turned away from the boy. Barely two seconds passed when curiosity got the best of you, a sadistic and maybe childish side of you just wanting to see Yoongi grovel for your mercy. You dared to sneak a peek behind you to see his pouting face, pathetically asking for your forgiveness, just like you predicted. You swung your head back, unwilling to let his cute face make you submit to his will that quickly. Not again Satan.

Just as you were about to steel yourself for his onslaught of pouts, you felt his arms wrap around your torso, his chin resting on your shoulder as he rocked the both of you to a silent beat, rotating the both of you in circles in the middle of the campus, just like how the two of you used to dance in your living room many summers ago, with his weird grunge hip-hop music accompanying your intimate swaying. And just like those summers ago, you still had to force the rate of your heartbeat to calm down, his proximity to you still a surprise even after almost a decade of friendship.

No matter how much Min Yoongi grated your gears, he also sorta, kinda, maybe, possibly, owned a piece of your pathetic heart. And hell, you were kinda mad about it!

“Y/N, pleeeeease forgive me!” He drawled, swinging the both of you around in circles. You couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped your mouth, as he propelled you both onto the thicker parts of the snow bank. His rapid movements made the snow flutter about, most probably soaking the both of your legs to the bone, but you couldn’t even begin to wonder how that even mattered right now because he was being a cute little shit and you were trying your damned hardest not to let your heart jump out of your ass.

Despite having already forgiven him (almost ten minutes ago, when he had first smiled back at you with that damned churro of his, causing your heart to jump ten places to the right), you were still as stubborn as a person could get. You shook your head defiantly, but the obvious grin on your face showed that you were well past anger at that point. “Nope! I can never forgive you. Because of you, we lost our spot in the library and now we’re both going to fail our finals next week!”

“Oh c’mon, I already said I was sorry! Look, I’ll even line up for you to get another churro,” he tried, spinning your body around until you were finally facing him. Oh shit, a power move! His dumb, cute face was busy smiling that gummy grin back at you, urging you to accept his proposal and move on with your merry lives.

Dammit. Knowing Min Yoongi, he probably didn’t even know how fucking powerful his cute smile was... Curse your damn crush on the densest human being on the planet, and damn you for being a stupid shit who couldn’t even shit out a normal human emotion if your life depended on it.

Clearing your throat, you turned your face away, trying your best to hide the rising blush from his prying eyes. “You know how I hate waiting, and I don’t even like churros that much.”

You only heard his quiet scoff before his deft fingers promptly pulled down your fluffy beanie to cover your eyes. “Hey!” You cried, hearing his quiet chuckles ringing in the air. Ba-dump goes your fucking heart. Shit, another power move.

“Well, you’re about to love churros when you get a hold of these! Just stand here, I’ll go get you a churro. It’ll only be a minute!” When you finally got your beanie off of your line of sight, you saw him already bounding up towards the end of the line, making it clear that he really wanted to make amends with you (either that, or he just wanted another churro for himself, which sort of defeated the purpose of the thoughtful gesture, but oh well.)

“Hey, wait for me!” You called out, already going to follow after him when you suddenly felt the faint buzzing of your phone in your jacket pocket, causing you to pause in your steps. Wondering who could be calling you (who the fuck called in this day and age?), you whipped out your phone to see the caller ID of one of your more responsible and elderly friends. A responsible friend, who also happened to live with a less than responsible roommate. This phone call could not be good.

“Seokjin-oppa? Where’s the fire? Which hospital room is Namjoon in this time?” You asked immediately, worried that the younger boy had somehow burnt down their shared apartment—again.

“Fire? Who said anything about a fire?” Seokjin chuckled, his unique laughter sounding warbled through your phone’s speakers. “Is there anything wrong with calling your favorite dongsaeng from time to time?”

You let out a sigh of relief. You really didn’t feel like powerwalking to the campus hospital that was only three minutes away. That required, like, energy.

“I don’t know if you’ve heard, but calling people other than for emergencies is considered barbaric nowadays—maybe you really are getting old,” you snickered, delighting in the huffy grumble that the elder lets out in response.

“Since you’re probably running on two hours of sleep and still in the middle of finals, I’ll let that insult slide.”

“How magnanimous of you,” you said sarcastically. “Anyway, what is it that you needed to tell me? Unless the apartment isn’t on fire, then I honestly can’t tell you why I’m still on the phone with you right now. I’m surprised this call has lasted,” you looked at your phone screen, “20 seconds.”

Faintly, you heard the echoed voice of another man, their voice too garbled for you to understand fully except for the words “the asshole couple” and “forgot.”

“Was that Namjoonie calling Yoongi and I the asshole couple again?” You questioned, amused but not surprise by Namjoon’s lack of tact. Not that the two of you were a couple, anyway. Tragic.

“Yeah. He was saying that you and Yoongi probably forgot about the Christmas party today, which you guys did, didn’t you? Judging by how the both of you just seenzoned my Facebook event invite and clearly forgot to press Going because you both didn’t want to seem too eager to attend my wonderful party, we both assumed you both would need a reminder so that you could prepare—“

The moment Seokjin uttered the words “Christmas party,” you had already stopped listening. Hanging up on Seokjin immediately, you powerwalked (wow so you did have some energy to spare after all) the rest of the distance to where Yoongi was still standing in line, who was almost at the front, before you promptly pulled him out of the queue and made him fall on his bum, again.

“Ouch! What the fuck? Y/N—“ Yoongi began, about to pull a full Min Yoongi tantrum before quickly being shushed by a well-aimed kick to the shin. “Ouch! I’m not made of Jungkook muscles, you know! I bleed like normal people do!”

You cut to the chase. “Dude! We fucking forgot about Seokjin’s Christmas party!”

Instead of panic like you expected, he just gave you that classic Min Yoongi glare and snorted, standing up to dust off the snow off his pants. “Ew, my butt is really wet now because of you,” he complained, rubbing his sore ass with a groan. He wiped his wet hands on your sweater. Gentlemanly, wasn’t he? “Also, I don’t get what the big fuss is all about. It’s just a party; we go, eat Seokjin’s food, get drunk, then leave.”

“No, you fucking dunce! You’re forgetting something important.”

“Uh... We take a shit outside of Seokjin’s yard and blame it on Taehyung?”

“Wha—what the actual fuck Yoongi? No!”

Yoongi huffed. “Don’t act as if you hadn’t thought about it.”

“Well, either way, you’re fucking wrong. We forgot about the White Elephant gift exchange.”

Finally, the nerve endings of Yoongi’s last two remaining brain cells seemed to have finally gotten their shit together. “Oh shiiiiiiit! I totally forgot about that.” He said, shrugging his shoulders. “Well. Bummer.”

“Bummer? Dude, the gift exchange is, like, tradition. We’d go to hell if we didn’t participate!” you said, clearly frustrated with the nonchalant behavior of your less than helpful friend. Missing White Elephant was the equivalent of hooking up with Kim Taehyung: kind of okay at the beginning until the all-consuming horror of what you did finally caught up with you. (Kim Taehyung sneezed in the distance.)

“I know that, which is why I stocked up on generic Christmas presents last week in case a circumstance just like this would happen.”

You paused, staring at him in bewilderment before trying to think who this forward-thinking person was before suspicion slowly began to creep up on you. You do recall him going with you to that store with you a few weeks ago, and he had emerged with a much too large bag of purchases. You glared skeptically at him, poking him not too gently on the chest.

“We’ve been hanging out nonstop together for the past week and we’ve gone out exactly two times: to the sex toy shop and the dollar store—“

“Which reminds me by the way, we have yet to attach a knife to that rotating dildo we purchased to create an indestructible, knife-wielding monster.“ Yoongi interjected.

“—and I honestly don’t know which option is worse: you giving that rotating dildo as a gift or giving some dollar store shit,” you finished, clearly ignoring his previous statement about that dildo experiment you admittedly still wanted to try out. “But judging by the fact that you came out of the dollar store with a bag full of crap, I’m guessing it’s the latter, isn’t it?”

The much too accomplished smirk on Yoongi’s face was answer enough. “Daiso probably already restocked their make-up aisle by now.”

“Oh my fucking god. So you’re telling me that you got everyone dollar store makeup for their gifts?!?”

Yoongi nodded sagely back at you. “Even wrapped them myself.”

“Dude, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but, you’re useless with wrapping presents. Wipe that stupid grin off your face, you ain’t slick.” You chided, flicking his forehead petulantly. Despite the sound of nail meeting skull reverberating across the campus, the stupid grin did not vanish. There was a joke about how empty his head was, but you chose not to comment about it for once.

“Yeah, well. It’s the thought that counts right? I even used my old high school calculus notes as wrapping paper. You know, to spread the knowledge.”

“The knowledge,” you repeated flatly, “Of what? Your C+ grades?”

Yoongi crossed his arms. “Look, we already established that I’m a far superior friend because I actually had the foresight to plan ahead. So really, who is the real winner here?”

“You’re about to be the world’s first headless and penisless man, so yeah I guess you are.” You groaned, pathetically dropping your ass on a nearby bench. Like everything around you, it was still covered in snow, so now you and Yoongi were matching wet butt buddies.

“We’re wet butt buddies,” Yoongi verbalized for you, choosing instead to pat the snow away before carefully sitting down beside you. He nudged your shoulder pityingly, offering you a semi-comforting smile (or as comforting as he could get, which was like, not a lot but you know. Shut-ins typically don’t know how to express emotions.)

“Hey, Y/N. It’s not so bad. We got like, what? Five-ish hours left to buy something. Also, I’m sure you could find some random shit in our apartment to give,” he proposed, puffing his cheeks out in that cute way he did sometimes when he was actually doing something smart and thoughtful. You managed to rip your gaze away from his face moments before he turned to look back at you, the bastard still oblivious to your maybe not-so tiny infatuation (luckily or unluckily. God, why were the two of you so dumb?)

“Y/N. Don’t thank me too much—“

“Wasn’t planning to,” you deadpanned.

“—but I just got the best fucking idea for a gift in the world,” he declared, a mega-watt gummy smile on full display, effectively shoving it’s sunshine-ness down your throat and blending your innards into soft, mushy fluff. Yeah, that’s what you were: just a flesh sack filled with marshmallow fluff, c/o Yoongi.

“O-oh?” You cleared your throat. Be cool, Y/N. He’s just a nerd, like you. “And what is this genius plan of yours?” You decided to humor him, thinking that any idea, even if it was Min Yoongi’s idea, has got to be better than having no idea at all.

He pointed at the churro stand just a few feet away from you. “Dude.”

And just like that, Min Yoongi once again proved why he was the biggest shithead in the world.

“Are you fucking proposing I make like ten trips through that damned churro line just so I can have enough to give as a gift later?” You balked. Yoongi just gave you a look as if you were the idiot.

“No, you dumbie! Although, now that you say that, that actually doesn’t sound that bad...” He said. You nudged him not unkindly with your shoulder.

“Jeez, calm down! I was joking,” he grinned.

“Then what were you originally proposing?”

“I was just gonna say you bake your own churros. I mean, you’ve made some before and the guys really loved it. I’m sure anyone would want your food.” He added the last part like an afterthought, his voice dropping to a lower tone as his eyes started to unfocus a bit.

You knew that look. “Are you seriously getting turned on by the thought of my churros right now?”

He snapped out of it quickly enough. “I stand corrected about the free churros; your churros are the next-level churros.”

Compliments were a seldom occurrence from Min Yoongi, and you supposed you should take what you could get. Besides, your traitorous heart was already fluttering from his offhanded praise.

“Well,” you sniffed, taking care to hide the pink tinge of your cheeks. “If you say so...”

“Wait, so you’re really going to go with my suggestion?”

“Why do you sound so surprised?” You narrowed your eyes at him. He gave you a sheepish smile.

“I don’t know. Feels kind of nice.”

Ba-dump. Curse you, feelings.

“Anyway, we should get going and start on those churros. Knowing us, it’ll take us maybe ten minutes to walk to our five-minute walk apartment,” he quipped, moving to stand up while offering you an ungloved hand to pull you up. You gave him your own similarly ungloved hand as well. You couldn’t really tell from how numb your fingers were, but you swore the space in between your fingers felt warmer than anything you had ever felt before.

And throughout those ten minutes, neither of you let go.

(In retrospect, Yoongi was probably using your hands as an insulator, but that was neither here nor there. Maybe.)

Shuffling into your cramped home, the two of you immediately set off to the kitchen. Your fingers were just about to grab the black apron when large hands grabbed your waist, carrying up, up—

“NO! THIS IS SO UNFAIR!” You screamed, watching helplessly as Yoongi basically threw your smaller form onto the counter behind him. He grabbed the black apron victoriously, a shit-eating grin adorning his face.

“Ha! Guess who’s getting the sexy chef apron!” He mocked, grabbing the offending apron with his other hand and proffering it to you. You don’t even try to hide your disgust as you snatched the gag gift out of his clutches, pouting as you hastily put it on.

Back when you were furniture shopping when you first moved in, Yoongi thought it would be funny to get one normal apron and a hideous bikini body apron as a sort of incentive to see who could get to the kitchen faster. Yoongi teased and said it looked better on you than it did on him, anyway.

“Alright, winner. Why don’t you start getting the materials while I try to drain the oil in my nasty hair,” you said with disgust, fingering the limp locks sadly. You wondered how Yoongi’s hair always managed to look decent, even without having washed his hair in three days.

“With the amount of grease in your hair, I don’t even need to open this bottle of vegetable oil,” were the last words Min Yoongi said before getting kicked in the nuts.

One quick shower later, you finally found yourself in companionable silence with Yoongi. It was times like this when you were both focusing on a certain task that you could almost trick yourself into thinking the two of you were normal human beings.

But like all things, nothing really lasted forever.

It started with a mistake, really:

A cup of flour that you may or may not have purposefully dumped into the bowl not too gracefully. Then, the puffs of white scatter, leaving the both of you looking like Made in China versions of Jack Frost. A moment or two of astonishment, and finally...a scream for revolution breaks the silence.

“This is war!” He hooted, grabbing a raw egg (A RAW EGG) from his right and smashing it on your head without another thought.

You were never really a shrieker; that was more of Hoseok’ss thing. But no one could really blame you for screaming like a banshee when your previously washed hair currently had dead chicken fetus running down its once pristine locks.

That’s it. “It’s on!” You challenged, brandishing your rubber spatula and remorselessly smearing the batter all over his dumfounded face.

With how frequent food fights were at your abode, it was already a predetermined rule that food fights were free-for-all. No food product or utensil was out of bounds (save for maybe the butcher knife...for now), and it was agreed that no saltiness should remain after the war.

So it really shouldn’t have surprised anyone when you both finished with more batter on each other than in the actual deep fryer—the big smiles on your faces showing that you would deal with the consequences of your actions later.

“Hey,” you said.

“Hey yourself,” he said back, breaths coming out in short puffs, but the grin on his face said it all.

“You have flour on your face,” you teased, giggling madly when you tried to flick away some of the flour on his nose, only to have the batter that was on your hand leave a bigger mess on his face than before.

“Hey! That’s foulplay!” It wasn’t much of an effective complaint when he was wheezing that dying cat laugh he has when he’s having too much fun. You reluctantly admit that you felt pride surging through your veins, knowing that only you could pry such a sound out of Yoongi with ease.

He looked around the warzone, whistling lowly at the random piece of raw chicken hanging from the ceiling. “Well. Do you think we still have enough batter to make like, eight churros? Maybe we can get that chicken down and pretend it’s a churro. Doubt those ramen-eating zombies would even notice the difference.”

“Nah, Seokjin would know. He’s got like, standards.” You swiveled around and looked for the original bowl of batter that had started it all. You poked the batter a bit, and after seeing how it didn’t immediately fizzle with radioactivity, you figured that it was as good as it was going to get.

“Yeah, I think we can manage. C’mon, plug in the fryer so we can shower and leave this mess for tomorrow.”

“I like the way you think, missy.”

––♡♡♡––

Four hours, seven and a half churros, and two showers later, you and Yoongi were finally making your way to Seokjin and Namjoon’s shared apartment. You wished you could say the two of you had a romantic walk down the campus boulevard as the sun was setting beautifully behind you, but that dreamy image was completely ruined by the chronic complainer with a burnt tongue pouting noisily beside you (you could hear him pouting without even looking. That’s the magic of a pouty Min Yoongi.)

“It’s your own fault you know. I told you the churro was going to be hot, and now I’m left with seven and a half churros instead of eight and a whiny baby to boot,” you pointed out. Yoongi only pouted deeper (how was that even possible?)

“I hate waiting,” he whimpered, lolling his tongue out to let the cool air soothe it. Someone should really give you a prize for not doing something to him (and that tongue) ages ago.

“Yeah, you and me both, bud.” Your feet ground to a halt, stopping in front of the cozy apartment complex with an even cozier front garden. Yoongi stopped to stare at it as well.

“Why doesn’t our apartment complex have those fancy fountain things?” He noted, watching somewhat dazedly as the mermaid statue spewed jets of water out of her, umm...

You snorted. “Yeah. Fancy.”

After a trip through the lobby and up the elevator, you finally found yourselves outside their apartment. It wasn’t going to be a big party—just the eight of them having a little meal together before getting flat out drunk and puking into Seokjin’s many potted plants, so you shouldn’t have had to expect any sort of commotion coming from behind the door.

You turned to Yoongi, who only gave you a withering glance back. “I guess we know where we get our traits from,” he mused, before opening the door to absolute chaos.

“Oh. Hi hyung and noona,” was the all too calm reply of a currently being bench-pressed Taehyung, courtesy of the muscle pig himself. At Taehyung’s greeting, muscle pig tilted his head to the side, bunny smile on full power. “Hey hyung and noona!”

“Hey,” was your tired reply, before two flesh sacks of pure adrenaline basically pummeled you to the ground, with Yoongi in tow of course.

“Jimin, if you don’t put down that whisk right now, you bet your ass it’s going up your—“ was Hoseok’s discontinued threat before Park Jimin waggled the offending utensil with glee.

“Oh, hyung’s so kinky! I thought Namjoon was bad; wait until Yoongi and Y/N hear this—oh.” His gaze finally met the two of yours on the floor. “Hey hyung and noona!” was Jimin’s own personal greeting, his smile much too innocent in juxtaposition with the mysterious green substance staining his once pristine white shirt. He looked at the both of you confusedly. “Hey. Why are the two of you on the floor?”

“Well, you fucking pile drove us to the ground, thank you very much.” Yoongi grumbled, struggling to stand up while helping you up as well.

Jimin waggled his eyebrows. “Pile drive? You mean like how you pile drive Y/N into the bed every—“

“ALRIIIIIGHT EVERYBODY,” came the distressed voice of Seokjin from the kitchen, saving the two of you from Jimin’s monologue about his weird sexual fantasies about the both of you (not that you share any of those fantasies with him, anyway. Nooooope!) “That’s enough noise for now! Everyone, should we eat first or should we do present exchange first?”

The rumble of your stomach couldn’t even begin to compete with the hoots of the three youngest idiots. “Presents, presents!” They hollered in unison, jumping up and down and making the floor shake with their excitement.

“I guess democracy is dead,” you mourned. Yoongi was the only one who heard your comment, giving you a pitiful frown.

“See? You wouldn’t be as hungry if you just let me line up to get you a churro—“

“If you say churro one more time, I’m shoving all seven of these up your—“

Before you could finish your delightful thought, a devil with two left feet had been eavesdropping on your conversation unknowingly. “Did someone say churros?” Namjoon peeked out behind the two, seemingly out of nowhere. If anyone asked, no, you and Yoongi did not pee yourselves. Okay, maybe a drop or two. I digress.

The maknaeline’s chant suddenly stalled after hearing the new information. Their heads whipped eerily in sync towards you, eyes zeroing in on the small plastic container in your hands.

“Churros, churros!” They pounded their fists to their chests, somewhat reminiscent of the savages from Lord of the Flies.

“See? Told you they love your churros,” Yoongi supplied helpfully.

“Never doubted it,” you deadpanned, watching with something akin to unadulterated terror as the three hounds prowled towards you with an odd glint in their eyes. You swore you could see Jungkook’s mouth foaming a bit.

“Well, this isn’t exactly going to be a fair White Elephant gift exchange is it? Everyone is just going to go for Y/N’s gift,” Seokjin mused, observing the three idiots circling you from a safe distance. He was actively trying not to make eye contact with you, the sick bastard.

“What do you suggest we do, then?” Hoseok asked, who had taken a page out of Seokjin’s book and was now backing away from the rabid trio. “Someone better think of something quick, because I don’t think Y/N is getting out of there alive.”

Once again, you thanked your lucky stars that day for Yoongi’s two remaining brain cells somehow managing to fizzle together long enough to come up with a somewhat decent solution. “How about we draw lots? To make things fair?” He proposed, causing all the heads to turn towards him.

“Ok.” In your opinion, the speed at which Jungkook had acquiesced was a bit eery, and you watched with morbid curiosity as he plopped himself on one of the saggy couches comfortably. Not that you were complaining, though. The rest followed suite, and somehow the rowdy bunch of boys you had found just twenty something minutes ago were as docile as could be.

“Well, since we’re drawing lots, I’ll write the names on the papers then.” Yoongi volunteered, and his sudden enthusiasm to be in the midst of festive actives rung some pretty heavy alarm bells in your head. Min Yoongi was a lot of things, but he definitely never volunteered. He was forced, blackmailed, and tortured to do things, but he never did them willingly. You squinted at his crouched figure by the coffee table; your eyes were trying to look for that glint of mischief Yoongi tended to wear when he was up to something (and by something, you meant cheating.)

No one seemed to notice Yoongi’s attitude since everyone was too busy accessing each other’s gifts. Seokjin didn’t even bother hiding his distaste for Yoongi’s gift.

“Is that a lump of...calculus homework?” Seokjin questioned more than declared, poking the object as if it might explode, or worse, hiss at him. “Yoongi, you are literally so useless at wrapping presents. Also—”

“That’s what I said!” you concurred, raising a fist in fellowship with your fellow gift wrapper-er.

“—if this is a raccoon again, I’m suing.”

“For your information, no, it is not a raccoon. I’m not Taehyung,” Yoongi scoffed, still busy writing the ballots. He spared a glance at the other gifts. “At least my gift doesn’t look like it was dunked in Jimin’s weird protein shake.”

“Hey! That was Jungkook’s fault; he knocked off my tumbler because he’s a dumb ass,” Jimin sulked, thumbing the green stain on the wrapping paper that matched the one on his shirt. One mystery down, you supposed. “My gift is good. Don’t judge a gift by its cover.”

“Also,” Hoseok added, watching warily as he swore he saw Taehyung’s gift twitching again, “Are we not addressing the fact that Taehyung’s gift just moved two spaces to the right?”

“Did it? I thought it was dead,” Taehyung said ambiguously.

“Dead,” Namjoon repeated.

“Well, it’s unalive at least.” Jungkook commented solemnly.

“What the fuck?” You said, inching your body away from the...thing. “Dibs on not getting Taehyung’s gift then.”

“Well, can’t say if calling dibs is the right word, but you get first pick of gifts at least.” Yoongi said, standing up from his position and heading over to you. Jungkook looked like he was about to complain and call Yoongi out on favoritism, but Yoongi beat him to it.

“If you think you can one-up Y/N’s churros with that rock you just wrapped in toilet paper, then I’ll let you take first pick. ‘Til then, you’re last in my book, bud.” After that, Jungkook shut his trap.

Yoongi finally turned back to you, the folded ballots dumped haphazardly in a fedora. (“If I say they’re in style, then they’re fucking in style!” Taehyung huffed at everyone’s teasing.) Yoongi lowered his head, bringing his mouth so close to your ear that you could feel the hot puffs of air leaving his mouth and caressing the fine hairs there. You may or may not shiver in response.

His voice was lowered, conspiratorial. “Here you go. Might want to choose the one on the right, but that’s just me saying that. How could I know what that ballot is? Not me,” Yoongi said with all the subtlety in the world. You looked into his eyes. Ah, there it was: the mischievous twinkle you’ve come to know and love.

“How am I sure you’re not gonna prank me and I end up getting Taehyung’s shady gift?” You grinned, trying to trip him up to see if he was willing to budge and tell you what gift he was trying to set you up with. He only shrugged impishly.

“Do you trust me?”

More than you know, actually. But this wasn’t the time or place for that.

“Nah, not really. But I do love danger,” you conceded, carefully plucking out Yoongi’s suggestion from out of the bag. “Kinda hope this is Taehyung’s just so I can use whatever it is against you all.” Yoongi only grinned back at you.

“Alright, my turn.” Yoongi announced, earning more backlash than when he had allowed you to go first.

“I could accept Y/N going first, but you? Your gift looks like you just shat into a plastic bag and wrapped it in your math notes!” Hoseok whined.

“Wow, you psychic or something?” Yoongi teased. Hoseok’s eyes widened in disgust.

“No fucking—“

“I’m kidding, you bastard. And I get to go next because I’ve got like one and half pints of piss inside my body right now and I’m not afraid to use it.”

Jungkook stepped up to the challenge. “Bitch, I got three pints of piss inside me right now.”

Yoongi smirked. “Oh yeah? Prove it.”

Now it was Seokjin’s eyes turn to widen. “Jungkook, don’t you dare piss on my carpet!”

While the commotion was going on, Yoongi stealthily rustled his hand inside the hat, daintily plucking a particularly folded piece of paper before shucking the hat towards Namjoon. “All yours, dude.” He grinned, but he wasn’t looking at Namjoon. You rolled your eyes back at him. Cheater, your eyes said. Whipped, your heart replied.

Touché.

The hat got passed around with no further mishaps (“A miracle,” Seokjin wiped away a stray tear), and everyone was finally ready to reveal their gifts.

“I guess I’ll go first,” you said, unfolding the small bit of paper to see...

“I got...Namjoon?” You said confused, looking first at Yoongi’s smug face then to Namjoon. The younger grinned happily back at you.

“Oh, neat. Someone who’ll actually enjoy my gift is getting it. You might even call it,” he paused, giving Yoongi a small onceover. The elder stared back head on, unflinching. “...a miracle.” Namjoon finished, his suspicious gaze never yielding.

Nevertheless, Namjoon walked to the kitchen and came back with a relatively neat looking package, obviously wrapped by those gift-wrapping services that department stores usually had. “Go on, open it.” Namjoon smiled giddily, just as excited as you to see the gift as everyone else.

Not one for much theatrics, you opened the package without much ado, your eyes already knowing what it was the moment the first bits of wrapping paper were removed.

“Oh my God! New colored pencils? These are good quality too...” You gushed, turning the box around to see the product description. “This is a wonderful gift! Thank you so much!” So what? You were a bit of a stationery hoe. Everyone sort of is one, deep down.

“Wow, Namjoon-hyung actually has a pretty decent present this year. Someone helped him choose, I know it.” Jimin guessed, and his words made you turn to the one prime suspect on your list. When your eyes sought his, you found that he was already looking.

Thanks, you mouthed towards him.

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders, a smirk on his face. Don’t know what you’re talking about.

“Yoongi, you’re up.” You grinned, handing him your gift immediately without even waiting for him to open his ballot.

“You bitch!” Taehyung cried out, already leaping out of his seat to strangle Yoongi. “This was rigged! Rigged I say!”

Yoongi’s body bent at an angle you had not previously known he was capable of doing, and you watched with fascination as he dodged Taehyung’s attacks like they were nothing. He popped one whole churro into his mouth, winking saucily at you before looking back at Taehyung. “Don’t hate the player dude, hate the game.”

“I fucking knew it,” Namjoon sighed, but he didn’t look as angry as, say, Jungkook, who was looking about 99% ready to release his weird weeb energy attack.

“You guys, it’s not really a big deal. I could always make some more,” you tried placating the rabid trio once again. To your surprise, you found their feral eyes suddenly morphing into those of tiny woodland creatures.

“You would, noona? That’s so sweet of you!” Jimin giggled, pulling you into a hug. Then Jungkook did the same, and then Taehyung. Soon, the massive dog pile that always seemed to happen during your get-togethers followed.

Barely managing to take a breath, you craned your head to the left to still see Yoongi chewing thoughtfully on the churros, his gaze complacent despite currently being buried alive by Park Jimin’s thighs. (Not a bad way to go, but I disgress.)

“You having fun over there?” You rasped, pushing Hoseok’s armpit away from your visage. You felt more than heard Yoongi chuckle back.

“Yep. Hey Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“If I’m 130 pounds and I eat 1.3 pounds of churros, does that make me 1% churro?”

Hoseok shifted just enough to elbow you in the boob. “Wow, hyung is asking the real questions here!”

“Also,” Yoongi said, grunting slightly when a stray foot almost hits him in the groin. “I gotta say, Y/N. I think I was wrong.”

“Not an uncommon occurrence, by the way!” Namjoon quipped from somewhere below you.

“You know how I said the churros from this morning were next-level? I think yours is top-level. S-rank, if you will.”

The wriggling of the dog pile stopped for a moment. “Wait,” Jungkook paused, twisting his body in a way that should not be possible in order to get a good view of Yoongi’s face. “Is this his way of confessing to Y/N?”

“Booooo! Zero stars! No romance!” Taehyung called out from...inside Seokjin’s shirt? “That was so anticlimactic!”

“Oh Taehyungie, be kind! Yoongi never compliments anyone except for Y/N. This is a sensitive moment in a person’s character arc,” Seokjin commented sagely, patting the weird lump in his shirt that was indeed Taehyung.

“Confessing?” Yoongi asked. “Why would I be confessing if it’s already a fact?”

“Oh my God, can we get off of each other now? This is awkward,” you whined, the conversation suddenly going from 0 to 100 real quick.

“Nah hyung, we’re not talking about confessing about the churros. We’re talking about the whole you having googly eyes for each other since before the dinosaurs walked the planet,” Jungkook added.

“OKAY IT’S REALLY TIME TO GET OFF ME NOW!” Alas, like the shitheads that they were, no one chose to listen.

“Googly eyes? What?”

Oh my God Min Yoongi could you be any denser? If there’s a god out there, please zap all seven of these idiots and let their ashy remains fertilize the earth and germinate a money tree so that you can go live in some penthouse apartment in Gangnam and never return to this place and time!

That was too specific, wasn’t it?

“Wait, so what you guys are saying,” you felt Yoongi’s arm wiggling it’s way towards you, burrowing underneath Hoseok’s body until his fingers found your own. “You think me and Y/N...aren’t already dating?”

What.

“What?”

“What?” Yoongi finished, looking around confusedly. “Am I missing something?”

“A few screws loose, yeah! What the fuck, hyung!”

––♡♡♡––

“And that was the Christmas your father basically admitted he’s got less than two functioning brain cells and why you should never listen to a word your father says,” you concluded, closing your diary as you watched the confusion on your daughter’s face begin to multiply.

“So? Daddy thought—“

“That we were already dating? Yeah.”

“And he just? Said?”

“Yeah.”

“Mommy,” your daughter said with as much sincerity as a six-year old could muster. “I think Daddy is an idiot.”

“Yeah, he is. But I guess he’s our idiot, isn’t he? Now go to sleep, I think your Daddy is trying to wear the Santa costume again and get stuck to the chimney.”

“Alright. Good night, Mommy.”

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Yugioh Theory: Mai’s Dark-Side

Okay, so hear me out. Might sound stupid, but I have a theory that Yami Marik wasn't completely destroyed by Marik upon his surrender to the Pharaoh at the end of Battle City. In fact, it might be possible for Yami Marik to be partially responsible for Mai's turn towards the Dark-side during the Doma Arc; in more than a PTSD Nightmare fuel sense.

(Longer version after the break)

So, as stated above, the theory revolves around Mai's personality change in comparison to where she was when she drove off into the sunset at the end of Battle City, and when she comes roaring in as a bad-ass biker babe only 7 episodes later at the start of the Doma Arc.

Mai's motivations as to why she is now a rival of Yugi & co., and has given into the power of the Orichalcos and turned to the dark side, seems a little baffling. Mai is said to want power and become a stronger duelist, but is also suffering from post-traumatic stress and possibly other psychological disorders (Anxiety, etc.) by the mental torture she had to endure in the penalty game imposed on her due to her loss to Yami Marik, in the Battle City Semi-Finals. She thinks she's abandoned by her friends, who no longer care.

To quote her exactly on her motivations: "You've never been an outsider like me, All alone. Duel Monsters is all I have, and after the battle city tournament I set out to become the best. I dueled against chump after chump to improve my dueling skills. I needed to make a name for myself. Even though I won match after match, I didn't feel any stronger as a duelist. In fact, I felt worse, and I certainly wasn't making a name for myself. Not long after that the nightmares began [....] Every night it was the same dream. I was weak, and no one was there to help me! I was at the end of my rope, scared, lonely, pathetic, and my so called friends were no where to be found. "

Well, yeah it's understandable she's fed up with not being considered being in the same league of Duelist or as well recognized as Kaiba, Yugi, and even Joey. It's also understandable she's still traumatized from the events of Battle City, to the point she's convinced herself that she doesn't belong with them, and they don't care about her.

After all; part of the Shadow Game she played in involved her friends being erased from her mind, and her penalty game involved showing her an illusion of her friends being happier and better off without her, completely forgetting about her.

Mai's final scene in Season 3 she exchanges farewells with Joey. She appears to acknowledge the fact that Joey actually does care about her and consider her a friend; and she tells him that the feeling is mutual and she considers them to be friends as well. It's a sweet scene and feels more like a send off to Mai, and the conclusion of her character arc.

That's because in the Manga, Mai's character arc ended with the Conclusion of the Battle City Arc. She is never seen again throughout the rest of the Manga. But of course, that's not the case in the Anime; as she was brought back in season 4 (which was not adapted from an arc in the Manga--as the arc bridging the gap in between the Duelist volumes, and the Millennium World Volumes of the Manga was the 5 volume series Yu-Gi-Oh R, which people tend to forget as being a thing. Though I can see why Yu-Gi-Oh R, was never adapted into Anime; but that's for a future discussion.)

Mai's return as a character, and an antagonist seemed mostly for character motivation for Joey as a secondary protagonist character; giving him more of a mission and reason to be there than just as moral support for Yugi and the Pharaoh. His purpose in this battle against evil, aside from the standard "I promised Yugi I'd help him face whatever evil there was"; becomes more of a rescue mission, repeating a lot of the same steps from the Battle City Finals: showing Mai that she has friends who care about her. Though in the process Mai's motivations for being against them feel more like the writers forgot, or rather, undid, all the development in the past three seasons. But also adding the "inadequacy as a Duelist" subplot--which doesn't get focused on quite as much as the "friendship" thing, or this weird "Love-triangle" subplot between her, Valon, and Joey.

Even when Mai defeats Joey, and the Seal of Orichalcos takes his soul, freeing Mai from it's influence as she sees Joey cares about her enough to risk his own soul. She sees that what she had convinced herself of was wrong:

"I was angry and confused and I blamed all my loneliness on you. So I tried to get rid of you. How could I be so selfish? You're the only one who ever cared about me. You're the closest friend I ever had and how did I repay you? By leaving you for a mad man who promised me power."

That's all fine and good, except now this make time number two that Mai has repeated this arc. Blaming Joey for her loneliness, and her problems, and why her victories seemed to be meaningless and empty. Literally they have the same exchange as the end of Season 3, just done slightly different (with Joey being unconscious). Mai acknowledging Joey's friendship and how much he cares about her and what happens to her, that he was willing to lose everything just to save her.

"Okay, but now....aren't we supposed to be talking about Yami Marik being partially responsible for this relapse and influencing Mai's dark personality, under the power of the Orichalcos? You've yet to actually explain where he fits in to this. All you've done is sort of highlight the baffling writing in Season 4 in regards to Mai."

I'm getting to that. Just needed to establish that we're given the reasons why Mai joined with Dartz's organization. She felt weak and that her friends had abandoned her. She was desperate and miserable. But when Mai left at the end of season 3, she didn't seem like what she was now coming to understand and see would be something she would forget about anytime soon. I'm not sure if it's ever stated how much time passes between Battle City and the events of the Doma Arc, but it's seems like enough for Mai to win a number of tournaments; and have a number of reoccurring nightmares, to be at that point where she's desperate and feeling hopeless right before she encounter Valon, and begin working for Dartz.

So, the main theory; Yami Marik is responsible for Mai's turn to darkness in more than just the memory of their duel and his torturing of her being the source of her PTSD. He may actually be present in Mai's mind and is helping influence all these things. Even if she, and no one else might know.

But we're going to set Mai aside for right now to talk about Yami Marik for a bit, but don't worry these two paths are gonna converge, but I'm sure before I even get to that point. You'll see exactly where Yami Marik fits in to Mai's darkness and backwards progression. If you haven't already and are screaming at me right now to make the point.

We know from what we've seen, Yami Marik was created after Marik's initiation as Tomb Keeper, from Marik's hatred, anger, sadness, among other negative emotions. He's been shown to influence Marik's personality, so it isn't too much of a stretch to say that plenty of Marik's motives and actions as an antagonist were influenced by Yami Marik as a play to gain more power, to eventually become strong enough to possibly over come the suppression which the ritual Odion performed on his face as a sign of solidarity to his little brother, without having to have Odion fall unconscious.

Yami Marik gains power and a greater influence on Marik, through Marik's own actions and emotions and through the pain he inflicts on others; like a vampiric parasite he feeds off of misery, darkness, desperation, hopelessness and evil and negative energies. They sustain him enough to remain present in Marik. He messes with Marik's mind and emotions to keep him miserable and fueling his hatred, just as Marik screwed with the mind and emotions of others through the Millennium Rod's Power.

The idea to use the Millennium Rod's power in this way on others probably came from Yami Marik himself. His influence over Marik has grown in the past few years since the death of Mr. Ishtar. It's become strong enough now that Marik's personality has changed and become this revenge driven, scheming evil master-mind. Of course this greater influence is from the benefit of the power of the Millennium Rod and the shadow-magic within it. He feeds off of the power of the Shadow Realm and the suffering of his victims (including the Rare Hunters he controls, as many of the Rare hunters he's possessed, Like Arcana, Lumis, and the Exodia Rare Hunter, have all been shown to be fearful of him appearing in their mind and taking control of them, when they've failed him.)

(The fact that Yami Marik feeds off of the Shadow-Realm and the Millennium Rod's power can be evidenced through just the change in his appearance among the episodes. He becomes more deranged, and his face becomes all sorts of distorted and those muscles. I mean just....Damn.)

(Yami Marik feeding off the darkness of the Shadow Realm and the torture of his victims; also can be evidenced through a cut scene cut from the 4Kids dub, where after his duel with Joey, in which he narrowly escaped defeat, he is shown momentarily becoming ill, and nearly vomiting, making it almost seem as if the energy he received from the Shadow's in that duel was tainted in some way.)

Okay, so let's talk about the Millennium Rod and it's power at this point. Among the abilities of the Millennium Rod, such as mind-control, and mental mental manipulation, the ability to leave a portion of the owner's mind in the people that he has controlled. This ability was used in a couple instances, such as allowing Marik to appear in Bakura's mind to tell him to enter the Battle City Finals, and to appear to seek Bakura's assistance when Yami Marik took over, and of course using this ability with Tea.

At only one point in the Duels after Yami Marik awakens do we ever see him use the ability to enter into someone's mind. That is right after Mai's loses the Shadow Game against him. He appears to her in her mind, to trap her there inside an hour glass, that once the sand ran out would completely erase everything of her memories. While there he created the illusion to make Mai think her friends were happier without her and that no one was coming to save her.

It's possible that when this happened Yami-Marik left a piece of his mind inside of Mai; in order to appear in her mind, he would have had to do this. Did he intentionally mean to leave this piece of his mind inside of Mai? Maybe. Though the theory still works if it was not intentional; I believe this was intentional.

Why? Because...."I always have a plan."

These are the exact words Marik himself uses shortly after he has his Rare Hunters capture Joey and Tea and they become Marik's mind slaves to lure Yugi into a duel to the death against Joey at the harbor. Marik has been shown many times to have several plans running in action at the same time, (like a good villain). Any time one plan falls through, the next can be put into motion.

Having gained control of Marik's body, no longer being suppressed by Odion, now that he's been struck down; Yami Marik has to try to keep his control. Prior to his awakening (the first time and the recent time); Marik has shown active resistance to his Dark-Sides control, even shortly after losing control, appearing to call out for Ishizu's help, only to be locked up and banished.

Given that Yami-Marik actively goes after Odion multiple times in order to kill him,in order to eliminate the threat of Marik regaining control were Odion to regain conciousness like the last time he was in control; he would have to have plans in play in the probable chance he may be defeated. Even if those plans have to be improvised to a degree; using the only available people around. (It's the finals, there aren't that many people around, you're on an aircraft/island/etc.) He needed a back-up plan incase this all went south, and he was banished. So what are your options at the time? They're pretty damn limited.

You're not going to go after the non-duelists on board. I mean, they probably don't have cards, or any real means of accomplishing the mission to defeat the Pharaoh, or anything else really. They're worthless to you.

Like fuck you're going to try possessing Odion, he's the reason you were supressed in the first place, You'd rather prefer his dead ass chopped up into peices and tossed out into the ocean for the sharks. Because like hell you're taking that risk of bringing him back to conciousness and getting yourself destroyed. I mean, Fuck. That. Shit.

Well, there's Joey---but..he's shown resistance to the Millennium Rod's Mind control before and even managed to break himself free. You can't break his will that easy, and his mind may actively fight you. So, that's a no go.

Kaiba? Kaiba has connections to the ancient past, so the Millennium Rod's power isn't going to work, and besides--there's a chance the Millennium Rod might recognize this connection between Kaiba and it's former wielder and Yami Marik could lose control of the Millennium Rod. You want to keep that. Besides, the only thing you want from Kaiba is his Obelisk the Tormentor. (Wait---that came out wrong.)

As well, You're not going to hide out in this eighth duelist because, they haven't shown their face yet. Who cares who they are. Maybe when and If you have to face them, you can use them. Of course by the time you do find out who they are (surprise of surprises: it's your sister.) you'll have to eliminate them as an option, not only does she have a Millennium item (which she gives up) She also has a connection to the ancient past through the family lineage, so she's probably protected from most of the powers of the Millennium Rod. I predict the future says no on this one.

Bakura's an option--but there's already another dark spirit working there within the Millennium Ring, who's probably already pissed off at you after your weaker half almost got his host obliterated by Silfer in Match 1 of the finals---You need someone who's not going to pose a threat to you. Someone who can't use a millennium item to banish you before you even have a chance. Forget it. Leave the Cream-puff alone; he's got his own problems. Besides, like with Tea, your weaker half might be hiding out there. You'll have to eliminate him and any other pieces of him that might be lurking around anyhow.

So, who's left? Ah, well, isn't it your luck the Blue-Eyes Bingo Machine just puked out your number and that of your first opponent, and what a joy; she's already brimming with feelings of loneliness, isolation, and anger, masked behind the tough-girl lone-wolf Duelist façade. Perfect. You can use this to your advantage for the perfect shadow game and even set her up as your backup plan.

She's got all the negative emotions you can feed off of, to sustain yourself upon should it eventually come down to it. Sure, you're back to square one if your weak half some how gets back in control, and if Odion does regain consciousness, giving your weak half the confidence enough to destroy you and banish you forever from his body. But, hey; if you do enough damage, you can mentally scar her enough to get some sort of advantage should you have to actually rely on your backup plan.

To make things even better; when she loses this game, you can completely destroy her mind. Torture her, and put a timer on her penalty game. Anyone who wants to save her better do it in enough time. Even if this whole "destroy the Pharaoh" plan doesn't work out the way it should; if they don't take you down in enough time; there won't be any Mai left to bring back, and no Mai left to be able to resist your power. You basically get a back-up body to inhabit, without nearly as much of the work you had to put in to Marik. (And even better, Odion won't be able to stop you, that whole ritual thing that been suppressing you probably only works with Marik...and you won't be him. so yay.)

Anyhow, It seems like a perfect set up for a back up plan. However as I mentioned before, the theory still works on the idea it was all accidental and Yami Marik didn't know he was leaving a piece of his mind behind in order to enter into Mai's mind. He only finds out about this after appearing in Mai's mind sometime after the end of Battle City and her departure from the group.

Either way, sometime after Yami Marik is defeated; he appears inside of Mai's mind. Mai's acknowledgement of her friendship with the others has occurred and now she's off on her own with that confidence in her heart. For now. Yami-Marik is back at square one with his power, back like when Marik was still a kid. Well, that is enough. You can still mess with her mind. Bring up those old scars, and traumas. Put the power of suggestion in her head.

All it takes is that first tournament win. Yami Marik takes the joy from it, just by the power of suggestion. Make her believe it's an empty win, and it makes her no stronger than before. She might have won, but what's the point? No friends to share the victory with? It makes her miserable, thinking something is wrong with her. Her misery makes him stronger. Repeatedly again and again, sucking the joy from the only thing Mai has in her life at the moment. It drives her mad, and she can't understand what the reason for it is.

He suggests to her it's because she'll never be a respected Duelist. Yugi, Kaiba, Joey, those are the real stars; those are the real duelists, and she's fooling herself if she thinks anyone will consider her in their league. Of course the words she's been hearing from her competition, and others only reinforces this idea.

Then the nightmares start. Now he can confront her, he can bring back those memories of her loss in Battle City. He can torture her more. Really drive home the fact she's alone, she's weak, and make her believe no one cares and she'd have been better of in the shadows, forgotten about. It makes her desperate. She slips into depressive state, and really starts to believe that her friends don't care. Now she's absolutely miserable, and Yami-Marik can sustain himself for quite some time. She feels hopeless, and it's difficult to find the positive when there seems to be nothing left to make her happy, or have a sense of worth and purpose in the world. She can't talk to anyone about it, because her "Mind" has convinced her they don't care, because they haven't tried to contact her, and she would be bothering them if she tried to contact them. She's convinced they only tolerate her, but don't actually think she's a friend. Despite all evidences to the contrary.

He's basically undid every piece of character development Mai's ever had. Then something Yami Marik didn't count on happens. Valon crosses paths with Mai. He's defeats her in a duel, the first person to do that since Yami Marik himself. Valon could be trouble with his promises of giving her friendship and a sense of belonging. However, there is something else Valon promises to show Mai if she goes with him; true power. Valon says Dartz, the man he's working for has power, and that Power can belong to Mai.

Power? Now that has Yami Marik's interest. He's greedy. Sustaining himself off of Mai's misery is fine, but what he really needs is a boost of power. Something which might allow him to take a greater influence on Mai, maybe actually take control of her. Mai's desperate anyways, and convinced she's weak. Here Valon is offering friendship and power to over-come the nightmares and become a stronger person. The idea sounds appealing to her, so she goes.

The minute she is given the power of the Orichalcos through Dartz, Yami Marik takes greater control, now boosted by the dark power of the Orichalcos. It's not the power of the Millennium items but it's a dark power that will do for now, until he can get his hands on a Millennium item. It turns into an even better luck this power comes with a mission. Destroy Pegasus and Destroy the Pharaoh. (The Pharaoh is who Yami Marik is really after; destroying Pegasus is an added bonus.) Even better, if it's the Pharaoh we're after then Wheeler isn't going to be too far behind.

Joey must be eliminated. Yami Marik has already started to convince Mai a lot of her problems stem from Joey in some form or another. He's a cause for her loneliness. If Mai is ever going to be respected as a Duelist, and ever going to be happy ever again; she needs to get rid of him.

Though, the truth is a little more off than this. Joey is a threat. He's already shown amazing friendship, courage, and dedication to his friends and to Mai, risking his own life. Mai knows this and has come to accept this, and there is a piece of her still deep under all the shadows in her heart which remembers this. Basically, Joey had become to Mai what Odion was to Marik. A source of encouragement and a pillar of strength. A threat to the control Yami Marik has over his host. He must be eliminated.

I say Yami Marik has partial control over Mai, in the fact that frequently during her duel with Joey whenever she is explaining why she took a turn towards evil, she refers to herself in a third person;

"[....] the Mai you knew is gone, I traded in her soul for power. The old Mai was too lonely and pathetic, the girl was just holding me back. So I did what I had to. I sent her packing. Now my weak side is gone for good."

Oddly enough Mai, who is supposed to be the same person and hasn't spawned a "Dark" personality in spite of the Orichalcos, rather just changed personality to become tougher, refers to herself as her "weak-side", now---who else has called their other half their "weaker self?" Oh, right, Yami Marik.

On a side note: A lot Yami-Marik's dialouge in Mai's nightmares mirror words which Yami Marik said when Marik (in Tea's Body) confronted him ontop of the Duel-Tower before the finals of the tournament took place. In the dream Yami Marik says to Mai:

"I told you you're weak, you don't belong in this world. So I'm banishing you into the shadows where you'll spend all eternity."

To Marik he said:

"I'm afraid you're too weak now. Marik, I'm the real you, and you're nothing but a small peice of my memory [...] Sorry Marik, but it's time for me to banish what's left of you into the Shadows where you belong."

He speaks to Mai in her Nightmare as if she is now the personality he has to contend with for control.

Anyhow. So now Mai is being controlled by Yami Marik through the power of the Orichalcos. He's only able to take control through the Orichalcos, but still has influences on her personality outside of it. So Mai sets out to accomplish the mission Yami Marik had initially started out to do before his defeat.

"but----wait. We see Yami Marik appear in that valley of the dead area with all the ghosts and shit. Like implying he's dead so what do you make of that?" Well, Weevil is there too and he's not dead, he just doesn't have his soul anymore. Besides; like 99% of Yami Marik was destroyed, so yeah he's technically dead, even if a peice of his soul/mind is hiding out inside of Mai. I mean, they think he's dead too. So, yeah. (Also, the Paradox brothers are there….and we know they’re not dead.)

Whenever Mai is on her way to stop Valon and Joey from Dueling later in the episode. She does have a breif moment where she has a flare-up in the orichalcos controlling her, but it appears only after there is a breif image of Yami Marik appearing in her mind, as she declares she isn't going to go back to that place.

However, Mai's good personality starts to fight back as she watches Valon and Joey fight, realizing both of them care for her as a friend. Something in her heart sparks at the memory of seeing Joey nearly bite the dust in the duel, and she starts to fight back against Yami Marik. She starts to fight for control, because now she sees what she was led to believe was wrong.

The moment Mai is unable to attack Joey in her duel against him, in order to win; Mai remembers everything between her and Joey. How he and his friends made her feel welcome and understand friendship for the first time on Duelist Kingdom. But most importantly, she remembers the unspoken words between them as she left at the end of Battle City, and Joey's message finally gets through to her. "I'll always be your friend." With just that, Mai is able to over come Yami-Marik's influence, and the dark power of the Orichalcos which has also been messing with her mind. With Yami-Marik having been feeding off the power of the Orichalcos, when the stone shatters, the last of his mind is gone. He is dead. She is free of her darkness. (Maybe? At the very least she cut off his power boost.)

Now Mai has realized the damage "she" has done; the fact Joey has lost his soul because of her, and she let herself be controlled by giving in to Dartz power. She has to make things right. She has to make it up to joey and Valon for all the shit they've had to go through because of her. It's time to try to face Dartz. .....and promptly get your soul stolen by Raphael. (Dissappointing, and it all happens off screen too. It would have been cool to see Mai getting to use Hermos in a duel against Raphael. but oh well.)

The whole season ends and now Mai finds herself free of her darkness, and the influence of her past. Maybe some day, she can truely forgive herself for the horrible things she allowed to happen to her friends, but until that time comes she knows she has the support of her friends and they'll never forget about her and she'll never forget about them.

I know it's not a perfect theory, but It's a fun theory to play with none the less, and might make for an interesting fanfiction. Seriously, Go back and watch the Orichalcos arc and any of Mai's appearances in the season with the idea of Yami-Marik being present/controlling her (A couple of Joey's lines and Mai's reactions become interesting, and the duel between Joey and Mai becomes a bit of an interesting paralell with Joey and Yami-Marik's duel. Joey being drained of energy and getting weaker as the duel wears on, and the duel being won due to the fact of Joey collapsing from exhaustion. Even Joey's reasons for dueling are the same. To save Mai.) --

Anyhow, I hope that you guys found this theory as interesting of an idea as I have and might want to do something with it. (I know I will probably be doing a few things with it...and have already started on a couple of projects involving the idea.) I thought it'd be interesting to share, even if I let myself get a little carried away with the idea and explaining it.

Want to go back and watch Yugioh Duel Monsters from Episode one? Buy the DVDs. Don't have that much money? The entire series is available to watch for free on Yugioh.com. (It's the 4Kids English Dub, for the original Duel Monsters so if you aren't a fan of it, I don't recommend you heading over there and watching it, but let the rest of us enjoy it okay?).

-- Until next time!

#Yugioh #Theories #Mai Valentine #Mai Kujaku #Marik Ishtar #Yami Marik #Malik Ishtar #Yami Malik #seal of orichalcos #doma arc #Season4 #LONG post

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deivll · 7 years ago

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lucifer sentence starters ↳ episode 1 -- 3

i like to punish people too.

are you trying to bribe me?

it's only money

.you break the law sometimes, don't you?

it feels good to get away with something, doesn't it?

go on, take it. buy yourself something pretty.

you little devil.

shouldn't you be spending your valuable time doing something more significant?

don't know. don't care. not my problem.

he will not be merciful for much longer.

you're famous, aren't you?

did i sell my soul to the devil?

with all the good came a hell of a lot of bad.

so the devil made you do it, did he?

i suggested you work with him, not sleep with him.

oh god, i'm a mess.

what happens now -- that's up to you.

what did you do?!

why did you end her life?!

there's gonna be a lot of attention on this one.

do you know the shooter?

like to play cop, do you?

i just like to play in general.

now, don't you think that's interesting?

immortality. of course. you spell that with one or two M's? i always forget.

what will your corrupt little organisation do about this?

will you find the person responsible? will they be punished?

you've got some balls on you, pal.

i could swear i've seen you naked. have we had sex?

someone out there needs to be punished!

what is this, a wedding or a kidnapping?

it's hard to be rejected, isn't it?

i'd kill someone if they denied me. not that that's possible.

did you want her dead?

i am not playing that mind game with you.

i really don't want to have sex with him tonight.

i have narcotics for him.

can someone please turn down this god-awful music!

without the blues, there'd be no devil's music whatsoever.

you're being clear alright. if you're looking to get yourself killed.

i didn't kill her!

people sometimes kill people with whom they're in love. the heart's mysterious.

girl made me crazy!

welcome to the party!

i have far too many bullets in this thing for you to still be talking.

what do you desire more than anything else in this life?

you're not like -- a jedi or something, are you?

i know something you don't know.

well, they're threatened. you're clearly smart and have notable instincts.

i don't think you're allowed to smoke in here.

that's a hooker's name.

i don't know whether to laugh or to shoot you.

are you at all aware of how dickish you sound?

i wouldn't recommend it. i'm like walking heroin.

i tend to appeal to the dark, mischievous hearts in all of you.

you seem oddly immune to my charms.

truth be told, i find you repulsive.

did you roofie her?

my word is my bond.

what's your deepest, darkest desire?

you wouldn't want any nasty secrets screwing that up for you though, would you?

god, you are a terrible liar.

despite your proclaimed revulsion, you can't deny that there's a connection between us.

i made her, and she ruined me.

i'm gonna punish you.

back off, you freak!

he needs to pay! he needs to suffer! he needs to feel the pain, not escape it!

i don't want to die.

why aren't you more dead?

you're having a very hard time with the immortal thing, aren't you?

i'm pretty sure i'd be dead if you hadn't helped me, so thank you.

you know, you're far too interesting to let die.

i think this could be the start of a beautiful friendship.

i'd stay for the family reunion, but it's giving me terrible IBS.

you scared i'm turning my back on the dark side?

you wouldn't want to start a war.

i look forward to eating your heart one day.

have you seen the face of the devil?

i'm willing to work within your metaphor.

i'd kick a puppy if one waltzed by. i'm joking. puppies don't waltz.

i'm gonna figure out your secret.

i guess we both have our mysteries.

i'll show you mine if you show me yours.

if i don't affect you, i'm curious as to what does.

if you desire something, just take it.

you're not gonna get away with this. i'm gonna make sure of it.

what are you hiding?

are you really gonna try and prove his innocence?

sorry, do you want a hit?

it's 'puff, puff, pass', not 'puff, puff, stomp angrily.'

you brought pot to a crime scene?

i'm sure there's some stragglers we could get into trouble with, huh?

it's called a devil's threesome for a reason.

if you've come to lecture me, can you just save it for later? i'm annoyingly sober right now.

you must have done something salacious in your youth.

i'm not gonna tell you anything.

i don't want to know about the case, so you can keep your dirty little secrets.

i've seen the hatred in her eyes when she looks at you.

i just did everything i could to keep others from making the same mistakes i did.

who are you protecting?

i was hoping for sexy, salacious details, and i instead i got taken on a trip down depression lane.

don't you dare disrespect me.

you will not speak to me this way!

am i interrupting some creepy foreplay you two have?

we all know what the road to hell is paved with, don't we?

they don't give out pulitzers for nip-slips.

if it's any consolation, you look really good in it.

you don't decide who gets punished and how.

let's go deliver some punishment.

you're a necessary evil.

i'll kill you, you crazy bitch!

you both get a gun. let's see who shoots first.

what's to stop us from shooting you?

you're interrupting my punishment.

you're lucky i figured out your insane, ironic punishment before anyone got killed.

you tried to do some good. to help someone. don't throw it all away.

i thought i'd use you to remedy a situation that i've mishandled and annoy you in the process.

you know exactly what i'm asking you.

didn't mean to hurt you.

i hope the guy who hurt you got in lots of trouble.

i'm so very used to being in control of everything.

i doubt he'll be able to string two words together right now, much less have a conversation.

what happened to you?

i can't get away from him!

what's the worst that can happen?

you could learn a thing or two from this guy.

you are in desperate need of my help.

i mean -- you are like a four-leaf clover and a unicorn made a baby.

i've met your type before. so desperate to control their lives that they forget to enjoy it.

this is the fantasy life of a postmenopausal housewife.

i want to get laid so damn bad.

i very much beg your pardon?

i'm freaking out, okay?

i need that favour.

thanks for being super-cryptic in a really unhelpful way.

we've got a murder on our hands.

you forget that my expertise is finding the right people to punish.

so there's a bona fide killer on the loose that needs to be punished.

haven't i proven myself extremely useful at detectiving?

i don't want to be stuck out here with these miscreants.

you call watching porn on your phone useful?

i wish i'd never met you.

the person responsible is still out there.

i just want to make sure that you're punishing the right person.

this place is built on lies where nothing is authentic or genuine.

i'm gonna tear him limb from limb.

your anger toward this minor inconvenience feels a little disproportionate.

we need to ask you a few questions.

i don't think the plan was to kill you.

i think they wanted to scare you.

you're like two pathetic peas in a pod.

someone must've hired her for this.

if your problem's that stick up your ass, i'm afraid there's no one strong enough to pull that out.

am i up for encouraging someone to commit a nefarious act? put me in, coach.

your professional reputation has taken a bit of a dive. as has your sexual one, i'm afraid.

just sit tight and we'll all get what we want.

you know who you're messing with?

you've certainly been a busy bee, haven't you?

it seems you're a bit of a two-pump chump.

please don't hurt me -- please.

i'm not gonna hurt you. i'm going to destroy you.

see, that's why i don't lie. it's so hard to keep track of who knows what.

i still don't understand.

if he left me, i would be ruined.

she didn't want to go through with it.

i'm finally focusing my anger where it belongs.

but you know what? you, uh -- you stayed good to your word.

you are crazy. but you're my crazy, you hear me?

are you too egotistical to acknowledge my help?

i think that's why you're here. to reinvent yourself.

i told you, i'm good at punishing people -- nay, i'm the best at punishing people.

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minijenn · 7 years ago

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Past and Self Reflections

A sequel to Much Needed Comfort

Peridot woke up to a strange sensation. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the new sensation of waking up in the comfort of Lapis’s arms. Rather, it was the sensation that she was laying down on a cold, hard surface. Peridot slowly opened her eyes to properly assess her surroundings. At first, the Gem technician just thought that she had fallen off the hammock while she was asleep and landed on the barn floor. However, she was met with a different sight that she was also rather familiar with: space.

Peridot gazed at the twinkling stars in absolute shock and awe. She looked down to her feet to see that she was standing on a green, glass-like surface. There was something eerily familiar about the surface, however she put her finger on it. She then looked around to see that there were what appeared to be five short columns with the same green coloring. Peridot then peered at what was between two of the middle columns and was shocked. The blue ocean mixed with the green landscapes was without a shadow of a doubt the planet that the green Gem came to know and love; Earth.

That was when Peridot was starting to realize were she was. Those weren’t green columns surrounding her, they were fingers. She wasn’t just standing on a floor, she was standing in the middle of a palm. In spite of all logic and reason, Peridot was back on the Hand Ship that she took to get to Earth all of those months ago. This time, the ship appeared to be floating in the Earth’s upper atmosphere; positioned as if it was holding something in the palm of its hand. While the Gem technician was able to figure out where she was, there was still one other thing on her mind. How the heck did she go from cuddling with her roommate in their barn to standing on a ship that reminded her too much of her dreaded past.

Peridot would soon get her answer from one of her greatest nightmares.

The green Gem began to hear a soft sound, which was rather odd consider that she was in space. The sound seemed to grow louder and louder as time went on, and Peridot was slowing able to make it out. It sounded like laughter, of all thing, which only confused the Gem technician more. As the laughter became louder, it seemed like it was resonating all around her. The laugh was finally loud enough for the green Gem to recognize it. It was a rather loud, high-pitch laugh that had somehow had a hint of sadism in it. That was when Peridot’s mind suddenly went blank and her breaths became short and ragged from terror.

“No,” she muttered under her panicked breath. “No, this can’t be happening! There’s no way that this is happening!” The green Gem couldn’t face the one who had shaken her to the core, not again.

“Oh it’s happening, Greenie!” Peridot turned around in absolute horror. She came face-to-face with a figure that had been burned into her mind. The single, silted eye seemed to pierce right through her soul. The bright yellow light emitting from the triangular form was slightly stinging her eyes. The cane that the demon was holding made her flinch every time it got close to her. Bill Cipher was just as menacing as she remembered him on that day. The day that marked her darkest and most embarrassing moment in her entire life. That’s why it was no surprise when Peridot gave a frightful scream after confronting the dream demon.

The dream demon only gave a sadistic laugh at the green Gem’s terror. “Well well well,” the demon said as he floated down to the terrified Gem. “If it isn’t my good old buddy, Greenie! Haven’t seen you in a long while! Not since our last visit, huh? Man let me tell you, I’ve been around the block for a while now, but you were probably the easiest person to mess with! And your reaction was just PRICELESS! You should’ve seen the look on your face when I-“

“STOP!” Peridot shouted at the dream demon. Just thinking about what Bill did to her in the past just caused her to shiver all over. She could even bare to hear the demon mention it with such glee. “Don’t you DARE bring that up again! You will not hold that over my head forever, and I will no longer be intimidated by you any longer!” she yelled at the sadistic triangle. Peridot tried her best to put on a brave face against the demon, but her fear was still festering in the back of her mind.

Bill was quiet for a moment, but Peridot could have sworn that he was holding back a snicker. “Ah whatever, Greenie. I’m not her to talk about the past, as hilarious as it is! Tell you what though, I’ll make it up to you! Here’s a little gift from me!” With a snap of his fingers, the demon’s “gift” instantly materialized on the Gem technician. When she looked down, it appeared that there were heavy, metallic cylinders had encased her arms and legs. Upon closer inspection, Peridot was able to recognize that they had a similar appearance to her old limb enhancers. The only difference was that the fingers and feet were missing, leaving the green Gem completely unable to move her hands and feet. Needless to say, Peridot was far from amused with her new constraints.

“You like ‘em, I made them just for you!” the demon gloated. “These babies will make sure you can’t use those dumb metal tricks that your apparently so proud of. And they can let me do this!” The dream demon snapped his fingers again and Peridot’s arms were suddenly pulled to the ground. She tried to lift herself off the floor, but it appeared that the was magnetized. Her new constraints were attracted to the magnetizing force, causing the green Gem to remain on her hands and knees in front of Bill. “Grrr, why are you doing this, you cretin! Are you just trying to embarrass me for some sick entertainment?!” the Gem technician protested.

“Normally, that would be the case, Greenie,” the sadistic triangle said, folding his arms behind him. “But this is pure business. You see, I like to think that it’s my job to wake people up from their sappy little fantasies they sometimes have and get them back on track. And you got it really bad, Greenie! What with this whole ‘turning over a new leaf’ garbage! Why the heck are you trying to change?!” The green Gem gave the demon a confused look. “What are you talking about?” she asked. Bill rolled his eye and wrapped his arm around her. “I’m talking about how you’re trying to be a goodie-goodie two shoes now! It’s turning you into a pathetic loser! I mean, let’s look at how you once were.”

With another snap of the demon’s fingers, a figure suddenly appeared in from of them. Peridot instantly recognized the figure as how she looked when she was still aligned with Homeworld. But at the same time, the green Gem had a difficult time recognizing the Gem in front of her. Standing tall and rigid, the old Peridot towered before her thanks to her limb enhancers. Her face was cold and unempathetic, betraying no emotion other than indifference. She looked hard into the clone’s eyes, but could only find a dark, empty void. While the current Peridot was reflecting on her past appearance, Bill decided to interrupt.

“See, now THIS is someone with potential! Look at the cold, dead expression in your eyes! Look at that dedication to the suffering of other just to impress her superiors! Sure, you were a little rough around the edges, but nothing a little polishing from yours truly wouldn’t solve! You could’ve gone so far on this pathetic rock! But now…” The dream demon poofed the past Peridot away with the flick of a wrist and went in front of the Gem technician. “You’re just a pathetic weakling! No authority, no limb enhancers, just another embarrassment that has to stand on her tippy-toes just to reach stuff on the top shelf. You totally fit in with those Crystal Chumps!” Peridot felt rather hurt at the demon’s insult to her appearance and physique. The loss of her limb enhancers had been a rather difficult adjustment for her in the beginning. Not only were there the physical obstacles very apparent, but she didn’t help but feel somewhat inferior without them. However, the Gem technician then remembered some words of wisdom that a certain hyper-active girl gave her. “Mabel said that I’m perfect the way I am,” she stated with resolve. “And she also said that anyone who thinks otherwise are just a bunch of jerks that don’t deserve my attention!”

Bill paused for a moment before he started bursting out laughing. “Wait wait wait, you’re telling me that your taking advice from Shooting Star?! That is the most HILAIOUS thing I’ve heard all day! Take it from me Greenie, her and the rest of the Pines family are a bunch of shady liars! They’re all too afraid to voice their actual feelings and opinions about others, so that just put on convincing faces! Why else do you think Pin Tree is pretending to be so nice to you?!” Peridot was confused for a moment, but she was finally able to figure out who he was referring to. “Wait, what do you mean Dipper is pretending to be nice to me? He’s already forgiven me for what I did for Homeworld, even though I may not deserve it.” she said defending her relationship with the boy.

“Oh really?!” the dream said. The Gem technician then became rather alarmed when Bill suddenly grew larger. “Then why don’t we take a look at what he really thought about you when you were trying to redeem yourself!” The bottom half of the dream demon suddenly cut to static from a screen. When it cleared, Peridot saw what appeared to be footage of Dipper and Steven in mid conversation down at the Mystery Shack.

“I don’t get it Steven, why do you trust her so much? You do remember all of those things she did to us, right?!” Dipper said in a frustrated tone. “Come on Dipper, I know that she did some bad stuff in the past, but she’s really trying to help us with the drill now. Give her a chance!” Steven defended the green Gem. The inquisitive boy was getting frustrated now. “Give her a chance?! After she tried to kidnap you and the Gems? After she insulted us time and time again? After what she did to Lapis?!” Dipper shouted out.

Steven was rather appealed by this exclamation. “Dipper, that’s not fair! You know that Peridot didn’t trap Lapis down under the lake, that was Jasper!” Dipper just gave an aggravated sigh. “I know that Steven, but that doesn’t excuse her involvement. She could be the same Peridot that tried to destroy Earth. The only reason she’s helping us in the first place is because she’s in as much danger from the Cluster as we all are!” Dipper then turned away from the young Gem and folded his arms. “When all this stuff with the Cluster is taken care of, I think we should bubble Peridot again. It’ll be safer that way.”

The young Gem was quiet for a moment, unable to respond to such a terrible plan. “Wait, what?! Dipper, we can’t do that to Peridot! She really is coming around, I know it! We just have to trust her and I know she’ll-“

“No!” Dipper interrupted Steven. “I’m tired of being fooled and taken advantage of! Peridot hasn’t changed, she’s still the same terrible Gem that will stab us in the back when she gets the chance. And that’s who she’ll always be.”

The screen cut to static and Bill returned to his usual size. “Yeesh, talk about trust issues, am I right?!” the demon gloated. “I could just feel the scorn and distrust pouring out of Pine Tree’s mouth! I guess he really did never have any faith in you, Greenie! And have a gut feeling that he still has some of those feelings deep inside of him too. Hatred like that never really just disappears like that. And to think, you were actually trying so hard to get on those meatsacks’ good side, and Pine Tree still thought that you were a monster! How does that feel?” Peridot’s arms were still constraint to the ground, so she couldn’t stop the lone tears that were streaming down her face. The green Gem had always assumed that Dipper was not as accepting to her as Steven and Mabel was when they were working on the drill. She didn’t have to read minds to know that the boy was still distrustful of her back then due to past allegiance to Homeworld. But to now actually hear him say that with such genuine conviction was just too much for the Gem technician.

“But…Lapis told me…” Peridot muttered, trying to recall the conversation she had with the blue Gem a little while ago. “Yeah, how about we talk about Water Wings,” Bill interrupted the Gem technician. “And how much of a dumb move it is to actually count on her.” Peridot was taken aback at the dream demon’s outrageous claim. “In case you haven’t noticed, Water Wings is a complete coward that only cares about herself. The second danger gets to close for comfort, she’ll flies away on those puny wings to save her own gemstone! I bet that if you were in danger and you were reaching out to her for help, all you would see is her back as she’s flying away from you! Who would be stupid enough to trust anything someone like that says?! The only time when she actually thinks about someone other than herself is when it involves Pine Tree or Rose Bud.”

Bill then summoned two symbols in engulfed in blue flames in each of his hands; Peridot recognizing them as Rose Quartz’s insignia and the pine tree symbol that was on Dipper’s hat. “I have big plans to finally show those two where their place is,” the demon stated. Peridot slightly cringed when Bill slowly crushed the symbols in his hands into nothingness. “And Water Wings was freaking out when I told her that! So, I made an offer to back off as long as she promised me a small favor. She refused of course, but I could definitely see the doubt running through her mind. All she needs is a little….incentive with making a decision. That’s the thing about sentimental cowards like Water Wings, they’re just too easy to manipulate…just like a puppet!”

Peridot took a deep breath, something inside the Gem technician’s mind finally snapped. She didn’t know whether it was from the threat Bill made to the boy, the unnecessary soiling of Lapis’s good character or just Bill’s carefree attitude about this in general. Peridot only had one thought going through her mind: She had enough. “Listen closely,” the green Gem mutter before converting to angry yell. “I will not let you talk bad about me, Dipper, Steven and ESPECIALLY Lapis anymore. I do NOT need my limb enhancers to feel like I’m powerful and confident about my self-image! I do NOT need to be shown what Dipper USED to think about me, because I know that he has forgiven me now! And I do not need you spilling out constant lies about Lapis! She does care about me along with Dipper and Steven and I know that she would never take a deal with the likes of you! So how about you do something useful, and leave me alone. YOU CLOD!!!” Silence filled the air as Peridot finally finished her tangent. The green Gem couldn’t help but feel a sense of low-key satisfaction from what she just told the dream demon. However, that feeling soon dissipated as she saw Bill float down to her. He did not look amused.

“Well, I bet you feel clever about insulting me like did to Yellow, Greenie.” The demon said in a cold tone. “Fortunately for you, she was halfway across the universe when you did. Why don’t show you what really happens when you speak up against your betters.” But Peridot could even think, Bill struck her in the face with the back of his hand. A sharp burning was felt across the Gem technician’s cheek. And because her arms were still constrained, she couldn’t caress her injury to ease the pain. The stinging was so bad, new tears start to emerge from the green Gem’s eyes. “Bet that brings up some good memories from back on Homeworld, huh? You may think that you’re strong now, but I think you just have to be reminded about what you really are. A lousy peon who can’t take orders even to save her sorry existence!” Bill then floated away from the Gem he just struck.

“Well it’s been fun Greenie, but I have other matters to attend to. I don’t think someone as pathetic as you deserves more of my time of day. So just remember to think about what I told you now, before it’s too late and I have to do something drastic! I’ll be keeping eye on you, so don’t be getting any crazy ideas about ‘acceptances’ or ‘strength’! See you later!” Bill Cipher then emitted a bright flash and he was gone. Peridot thought it was over until she felt the ground tremble. The fingers of the Hand Ship began to rise into the air and close in on her. The Hand Ship was slowly balling up into a fist, leaving the Gem technician to be crushed in the middle. Her metal constraints were still firmly attached to the floor, leaving the green Gem no chance of escape.

The only thing she could do was scream at her oncoming demise.

Peridot was shrieking uncontrollably as she was struggling to free herself from the tight grasp she was in. The green Gem did everything from kicking to thrashing, trying to free herself from Bill’s hold. After a full minute of this, she was finally calm enough to hear the voice talking to her.

“Peridot! PERIDOT! Calm down, it’s just me!” Peridot heard as she was suddenly turned around face her captor. However, instead of facing the one-eyed demon, she was looking into the soft, gentle eyes of Lapis. The green Gem quickly scan the room to confirm that she was still in the hammock in the barn. She then looked back to Lapis and noticed the shock and worry in her face. “Peridot, what happen?! Why were you screaming?! Are you hurt?!” Lapis then lifted her hand to caress the green Gem’s check, only for her to wince in pain. Peridot could still feel the sting from when Bill struck her. The memories of the encounter were flooding back into her mind with excessive details. Peridot then couldn’t stop herself from suddenly giving the blue Gem a tight hug.

“Lapis!” she cried out. The Gem technician was starting to uncontrollably sob. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner! Bill came to me in a dream! He said things that really scared me! He reminded me of what he did to me a month ago! I didn’t tell you because…because…” Peridot couldn’t finish as she broke down into tears. Peridot just cried for a minute before she felt Lapis gently rubbing her back, which calmed her down. “It’s okay, Peridot.” The blue Gem whispered.

“You’re safe now. You safe with me now.”

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ironjohnred · 5 years ago

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Closure

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Closure is usually just her trying to find a way to pin the failure of the relationship on you. Any woman that truly wants you, will not make things difficult. Life's too short to want to be with someone that's unsure about you.

here have been many times in my life where a woman contacted me after a break-up for "closure", and I responded with anger, or sadness, or explanation, or trying to win her back.

She's only ever there for herself. To deflect the blame for the break-up and failure of the relationship off of herself, and onto you. She doesn't give a shit about you anymore; if she did, she would still be fucking you.

The only good response is no response. Anything else validates her. Anything else shows that you're still invested.

Walk the fuck away.

Here is the thing. When a girl decides to break it off with you, there is a 99.9% chance that she has made up her mind for good and nothing will change her mind. She has already desexualized you and moved on. She is no longer attracted. No force in the world will get her back with you. You can go lift, gain 50 pounds of pure muscle and look like a greek god giga chad and she still won't see you "that way". Period.

The problem is, most of you faggots who read this will think you are apart of that 0.1% in which she does change her mind because you are stricken with oneitis. You aren't going to listen to me and you won't accept the fact you have a better chance of winning the lottery. But if you do want to reason with her, argue with her, negotiate with her, try to win her back after she breaks it off, give it at least 72 hours until you say ANYTHING to her. Once she tells you its over in some form or fashion, go silent. At the very most, say "OK" and act like you have moved on as well. Then, after 72 hours have passed, and you want to go for that slim chance of being able to reason your way back in, go ahead, but just realize you have astronomical odds.

The 72 hour rule isn't so much in that it will raise your odds, its that when a girl breaks it off with you, she wants to see you melt down. She wants to see you be emotionally affected and disraught. That way she gets her closure, seeing you act a total fool, and then she can tell herself "See? I made the right choice. Look at this pathetic weak whiny bitch".

By going dead silent after she breaks it off, she doesn't get that closure and satisfaction. It will drive her nuts. By going silent it makes you look like you gave no fucks and put no value on her. This will drive her mad and I guarantee she will try to keep reaching out to you to get that closure. That's why silence is the best weapon here, not negotiating and reasoning. If you do choose to engage with her if she reaches back out to you after you go silent on her, be very stoic. Act like you aren't affected at all and she poses no value for you. Then you have leverage.

Again I repeat - the 72 hour rule IS NOT A POWER PLAY TO TRY AND WIN HER BACK. Its there to not give her the satisfaction of closure.

In a relationship context, it's usually a manifestation of seller's remorse. They initiated a breakup, or misbehaved badly enough to earn being broken up with. Now they want to stir the pot as it goes cold. As above, they're trying to collect more value from you in their own interest, not yours. Don't do it! Nothing good comes from these discussions.

Be decisive about moving on with your own life. Be clear but concise about why the relationship is ending, then let her go work through her own "closure."

All of this is presuming you didn't ghost the person unprovoked. In that case, it can mess with a person, woman more so than man, and it legitimately does leave the person hanging and in need of emotional closure. Have the balls to break up decisively, that's all the closure work you "owe" someone you're breaking up with.

As a man, you don’t need closure.

A girl either wants to fuck you or she doesn’t. A long, emotional [or attempted logical] conversation will not change this fact.

Girls, however, need to put a man they are dumping into a desexualized box and wrap a pretty bow of closure around it. By participating in the closure process you are helping her tie the bow around your desexualized fate.

If a girl breaks up with you: Do not talk about your feelings Do not talk about her feelings Do not argue with her reasons

Just accept it and grieve on your own time.

This is hard.

Why?

Because a woman will never give her ACTUAL reasons for breaking up with you. She will only give you society-approved bullshit that makes her look innocent. [Or, she just doesn’t understand her own emotional reasoning and looks to socially approved messages to help her out of the mess]

She will never say “you didn’t fuck me good enough” or “you’re too nice and not exciting” or “no other girl I know wants to fuck you so something must be wrong with you”.

She will say “I’m really busy with school and work and don’t have time for a relationship now” or “you’re great but I”m not ready for anything serious” or “I care about you as a friend”.

Sometimes the reasons she give will be SO false, such obvious flowery bullshit, that you will feel a deep burning need to set her straight, to correct her misunderstanding.

Don’t.

You can’t logic a woman.

You can say “okay”, walk away with a smirk and never contact her again. [The smirk is important because you have options, right?]

Being robbed of emotionally dripping closure, she’ll always feel a little incomplete. Why didn’t he fight harder for me? Did I really not get to his emotions? Am I not as desirable to him as I thought? Is he more desirable than I thought?

Girls have egos. They WANT to know you’re emotional about her breaking up with you. It validates her. So don’t do it. [This sounds strong but it’s essentially true]

You want a girl dumping you to question her reasons, not verify them.

When a girl dumps you, you want to be able to look back on how you handled it with pride.

When you give a girl closure, you give her your pride.

She isn't feeling robbed of closure. She is feeling robbed of validation. That is the reason behind almost everything you talked about here. She wants to feel important. Every time she leaves you, you come crawling after her and give her that validation that she is somehow the most important thing in your life.

All of a sudden she wants to get that rush of power over you again and feel like she's being worshipped so she brings up the break up shit again. You respond with "Meh" and suddenly the validation isn't there. She goes nuts. Where is her rush. That is why she is pissed that you aren't fighting for her. That is her ultimate validating pick me up and you denied it to her.

The rest of everything she said in that is a barrage of power struggles and blaming/guilt trips. All of these things are shit tests to see who you are as well.

She asks me if there is ANYTHING ELSE I want to say

She is begging for validation here. She wants to know that she is important to you and does this by hurting you every time.

I get 4 messages with her telling me that I'm scared and don't say what I want to say

Shaming tactic by calling you afraid. Don't give into that.

Just cause we over I still want you to be my friend I don't care if you don't want I want

Yeah that sounds like a great friendship. She doesn't care what you want. It only matters what she wants. That sounds like it was the framework for your whole relationship. It is crucial that you deny her your friendship. She is a leech and is using you for everything that you offer and doesn't care how you feel about it. Don't hang out with her or call her when you want to chat with someone. It will only further inflate her fucked up head. If she pushes it make her explain what you get out of being her friend and what she has every done for you in that capacity. Her answers will suck.

A woman will not leave a man she considers of higher SMV than her. Every other time, your grovelling proved that you were low value, and her subconcious, "eww a chump, gross" programming kicked in. This time, you left while you were still high value. She's pusthumously shit-testing you to prove that you're not as high value as you seem in this moment, at which point she'd drop you with extreme prejudice again

You are demonstrating you have the "ability to walk away" which is the opposite of needy.

When a man has this attitude he is demonstrating higher value which is making her question the attitude she had of you. That it turns makes her worried that your value is going up compared to her, so all these text are searching for validation. You matter more right now than you did the day before she broke up with you.

Give it a few more breakups. Going to be forced to recognize that they all respond the same way, starting to manipulate you any way she can. Using emotions, guilt, closure, "thought you'd fight for me", using her friends and ridiculous accusations that you are emotionally abusive, or "never loved her" (that's my favorite, personally, for the pure female arrogance of it - as if loving her was the only thing that basically happened in the relationship. The center of all world events, everybody loving her. Bitch, what about loving me?).

The sad truth of it is, she isn't doing any of that to get you back, she's furious because you're not on your knees begging. It's like a neg, you didn't pay dues to her girly ego by self-destructing the moment she said "goodbye, amigo" and wiggled her pretty ass at you on the way out. You were supposed to fall apart and she was supposed to turn up her nose at the wreckage, fully satisfied that she made the right choice by ditching a loser. Damn right you robbed her, now she doesn't know what's going on, it's like... you don't even care. Like she isn't even the center of the universe. That hurts. How dare you.

Sounds like you did most things by the book, good for you. All TRP advice about breakup isn't dealing with emotions, feeeeeeelings or closure. It's just pragmatic. How do you minimize damage going forward, how do you recover as quickly as possible, how do you sidestep her manipulations. Stick to it despite the unavoidable shitty feelings and you'll hit the ground running like a champ.

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