#why they give us feels in current event this is ... ugh

[mako-neexu]

if i dont get "Place Hope" in game i will eat my phone without swallowing

[missaengg]

Between Two Villains

Day 26 of Kinktober: Visions of Temptation hosted by @xxsycamore found here Featuring: Ikemen Villains | Ellis Twilight x Jude Jazza x f!reader Tags: mdni, smut, pwp, threesome - f/m/m, oral sex, spitroasting, cum swallowing, p in v sex Prompts: Spitroasting | “Oh, you'll regret letting me know that you like this.” A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this ever since the Between Two Villains event. While I don’t think Jude would be willing to ever have a threesome, especially with Ellis, it doesn’t hurt to dream about being sandwiched between your two villain faves, right? 🙃 ao3 link here.

They’re so close… You can feel the sweltering heat of their bodies smothering you like the stifling humidity of a hot, muggy summer day.

The bed’s wide enough to fit three adult bodies comfortably, but Jude insists on sleeping in the center of the King size bed, there’s no way he’ll scoot over to give you more space, and Ellis is acting like your bodies are glued together.

You groan, feeling your body temperature rise from the heavy comforter and the two men pressing into your sides. While the mission has been completed successfully, the assassination on the Queen’s life thwarted and those involved taken into custody, it’s the middle of the night. All that’s left to do is sleep, but…

Do they have to insist on sleeping in your – the Queen’s – bed?!

The heat is suffocating, though some of it may be due to the proximity of the two men sharing your bed.

“So damn warm… Feels like you’re burnin’ up with a fever,” Jude grumbles from next to you.

You want to scream then move, but you refrain because knowing Jude, he’ll just shove you further into Ellis – who’s curled around you like a clingy cat nuzzling his sweet, innocent face into your shoulder – and take up more space like the twisted villain he is.

“She’s warm, and she feels good… Hey, why won’t you hug me back?” Ellis asks.

Even if you want to, you can’t move, sandwiched so tightly between the two of them you can’t even properly breathe. You keep your eyes trained on the ceiling because if you turn either way, you’ll be embarrassingly nose-to-nose with one of the two members of Crown.

Your cheeks flush from the relentless heat and the absolute ridiculousness of your current predicament.

“Heh… What’s with the red cheeks? What kinda indecent thoughts are ya thinkin’?” Jude jabs you with his elbow, and though you can’t see him, you just know he’s smirking that sadistic little smirk of his.

Trust Jude to find a way to make this even more awkward.

“Aren’t you the indecent one, climbing in someone else’s bed?” you shoot back.

“Not me. What kinda villain’d do such a thing, huh?”

Ugh.

“Oh, do you want to do something indecent? Sure, what would you like?” Ellis eagerly jumps into the conversation having completely missed Jude’s sarcasm.

“What?!” Your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. Out of all the Crown members who are likely to even make such a lewd suggestion – aka almost all of them – you never expect Ellis of all people to make it.

Ellis looks at you earnestly as he asks that outrageous question, but your look of disbelief and bewilderment is lost on him as he continues.

“Maybe you’d prefer doing it just with Jude? Or with both of us?”

You can hardly believe what you’re hearing, what he’s suggesting. It’s the first time you’re hearing him suggest something so immoral, other than insinuating he’ll kill you when you’re at your happiest, which honestly just seems like a side effect of his Curse.

“Oi, quit draggin’ me into this mess,” Jude says. “If ya wanna do it, go ahead. I’ll just watch. That’s what you’re into anyway, ain’t it?”

“Really? Hm, if you insist,” Ellis hums.

Your face is growing hotter and hotter as the conversation progresses. Not only do they barge into your bed after catching the assassin, now they’re talking about such illicit things like you’re not even present!

“Would you please get out of my bed and sleep in your own rooms?!” You want to hide under the covers from the awkward humiliation, but also to conceal the strange flutter of excitement stirring within you, especially from Jude.

“But I’m too worried to leave you alone,” Ellis sweetly protests, as Jude quips, “Bed here’s comfy so I’ll pass.”

Technically, Jude is right. The Queen’s bed is the most comfortable bed you’ve ever slept in. The mattress is plush, stuffed with the highest quality down, and the blankets are soft, made of the highest quality fabric, but…

“Ugh, honestly!”  You’re too tired to deal with this… blissful indecency and arrogant selfishness, and you decide to give up on trying to get them to return to their rooms. “Fine, just stay here then. Good night!”

You pull the covers up all the way over your head blocking them from view. It’s clear they won’t leave, and you have no choice, but to try and get some sleep – if you can get any sleep, the tingling sensation taking residence in between your thighs likely to keep you up for some time.

“Oi, why’re ya tryin’ to sleep like a damned corpse?” 

“She’s hiding, now I’m sad…”

Jude scathingly grumbles, and Ellis whines. Ellis shifts away, finally giving you some space, and you sigh in relief, but your relief is short-lived when Ellis joins you under the covers.

“Hey, this mission was hard for you, right? I can make you feel good, if that’ll make you happy.”

Ellis’s suggestion is tempting. So very tempting. Your thighs rub together unintentionally, trying to relieve the tension that’s building from what his soft, melodic voice is whispering in your ear.

You realize the movement isn’t lost on Jude when he clicks his tongue and mutters, “Knew it. Nasty woman,” under his breath with a hint of what sounds like amusement.

Great, just… great.

It’s so dark under the covers, you can’t see Ellis, but you feel his large hand slip under the Queen’s silk nightgown you’re wearing, reaching until he’s cradling your bare breast in his palm.

“You’re so soft,” he whispers.

He kneads the soft tissue, brushing his thumb against your firm nipple. His other hand comes behind your head, guiding you to him, and he gently captures your lips in a series of feathery kisses.

Your head protests at how inappropriate this is… You’re in the Queen’s bed wearing the Queen’s nightgown, but Ellis’s kisses are so sweet and so tender your body’s betraying you, and you’re melting into his tall frame.

“The covers are too heavy, aren’t they? I’ll remove them for you.”

Your eyes snap wide open. Pushing the covers back will mean Jude can see what Ellis is doing, what you’re doing, how exposed you are with the nightgown bunched around your chest. Before you can even speak, Ellis is already lifting the covers, and you can feel Jude’s piercing amethyst eyes boring into the back of your head, judging the living fuck out of you, but your mind goes blank when Ellis recaptures your lips with his. His fingers are doing things to your breasts that make you shiver and moan and want more, more of his honeyed touch.

Jude shifts from behind you, and you realize with a start he’s groaning – groans you assumed were coming from Ellis – and… Was he stroking himself?! 

The idea of Jude getting off on watching you and Ellis is thrilling. You throb at the thought, thighs clamping tightly together, rousing tremors vibrating throughout your hot, bothered body.

A cold hand – which can only be Jude’s as Ellis’s burn – slithers up your quivering thigh. His hand is like ice on your flaming skin, a welcome respite from the inferno you’ve turned into. His finger hooks into your underwear and pulls it down in one swift movement before probing your slick crease and circling your aching clit.

Your hips violently jerk when he slips two fingers in.

“Naughty princess,” Jude snickers. 

Your cheeks burn, but Jude curls his fingers, and the moment he does you’re moaning. His fingertips caressing that heavenly spot has you arching your back and curling your toes, and you’re writhing from the hot and cold hands exploring your wretched body. You reflexively push your hips back against Jude, silently begging for him to go faster… deeper… Between Ellis and Jude, you’re losing control, caught in an overwhelming whirlwind of lips and digits and limbs. 

Ellis notices Jude’s entrance and pulls away from his quest to conquer your lips. “Oh, Jude. Do you want to go first or should I?”

“Tch… I’m already down here, ain’t I?”

Jude snakes his arm around your waist and fluidly pulls the two of you up until you’re bracing yourself on all fours. Ellis warmly smiles, slipping out of his clothes and re-positioning himself by your head.

His erection stares at you imploringly.

And what a pretty erection it is… His cock looks just like him. Tall, slender, pleasantly safe yet enticingly manly. 

“I want to feel you. Can I feel you?” Ellis innocently asks, and you’re so mesmerized by how alluring he looks, you lick your lips and part your mouth, curious as to how he’ll taste. Ellis takes that as an invitation and pops his twitching member into your waiting mouth.

He tastes salty. Pleasant. His fragrant musk overtakes your senses, and you swirl your tongue around his smooth tip, eagerly bobbing lower and lower down his shaft until he’s tickling the back of your throat, and Ellis is closing his eyes with a blissful, dreamy sigh.

You hear rustling from behind you – Jude removing his clothes. Something long and firm slides through your folds, probing your inner lips and coating itself in your syrupy arousal. He sinks in without warning – not that you expect anything less from him – and you lustfully whimper as Jude buries himself to the hilt. 

“Foolish lil bird…”

He’s stretching you deliciously open, the friction of his cock in you electric. While Ellis is allowing you to take the lead, Jude is bullying your dripping cunt, grasping the sides of your hips in a bruising, vice-like grip. He callously pounds into you like a madman, almost as if he’s punishing you for your depravity, and the dichotomy of their demeanors muddles your hazy mind into a torrential, dizzying spin. 

“Ngh… you feel so… so nice…” Ellis breathlessly rasps. His fingers tangle themselves in your hair, jerking uncontrollably as your mouth works its sinful magic sucking along his full length.

The room fills with the sounds of your desperate moaning, Ellis’s ragged gasping, Jude’s angry grunting, and a degenerate, wet squelching, a cacophony of debauchery.

You’re drowning, caught in roiling, turbulent waves violently crashing against the shore of your inflamed body, but you want – no, need – more. You can’t tell up from down, but it’s not enough, and before you know it, your trembling finger is reaching for your clit.

“Whaddya think yer doing, huh?” Jude growls. “If ya wanted me to torture ya some more, all ya had to do was ask.”

There’s a dark, twisted edge to his words, and he forcefully shoves your hand away. His arm wraps around your waist for leverage so he can continue furiously rutting into you while his other hand finds its way back to your swollen pink nub. His movements are rough, but they only add to the storm brewing in your center. Jolts of lightning course through your veins.

You’re teetering on the edge, one tiny push of pleasure away from falling.

“Mmm… I–I’m close… I…” Ellis tenses in your mouth. His breathing is labored, needy whimpers humming in his throat.

Ellis looks absolutely breath-taking. A rosy flush covering his cheeks. Sweat beading along his brow. Unruly, wavy hair sticking to his forehead. Twilight eyes fluttering closed. A pretty, pouting mouth dropping open.

He’s beautiful.

“Catch me in your mouth, okay?” Ellis’s voice cracks as he pleads achingly, and before you can make sense of what he’s asked, he pulls taut, passionately crying out your name and feverishly convulsing, spilling onto your tongue.

You swallow rapaciously, milking every last drop out of his spasming cock. He tastes bitter, salty, and sweet, and you don’t want to miss a single drop.

The taste of him… the sound of his ecstatic cries… the daze of his glazed-over eyes push you over the edge, and you fall, careening into a deep abyss. Your fingers curl desperately into the sheets, your vision explodes with stars, and staggering shockwaves rip through you so ferociously, you’re blinded. You tremble and quiver and shake, and you clamp down around Jude so hard, he hisses savagely.

You don’t know whether you should scream ‘Ellis’ or ‘Jude’, but your mind is so addled, it doesn’t matter, and you’re only capable of deliriously mewling instead.

As the tension leaves your body, you dissolve into a puddle of rapturous exhaustion. Your arms can no longer support you on their own, and Jude’s hold around you is the only reason you haven’t crumpled into an unraveled mess.

Ellis soothingly runs his slender fingers through your hair, delicately stroking your scalp with his fingertips, mumbling sweet nothings in your ears while Jude nips your neck and sneers…

“Oh, you’ll regret letting me know that ya like this.”

You barely register the promise of torment laced under Jude’s sinister words or Ellis gently pulling out of your slack mouth and switching places with Jude, your trance breaking only when Jude looms inches away from your face. Something wicked gleams in Jude’s eyes, complementing the arrogant smirk splayed on his lips.

“Hope yer ready, Princess, cause I ain’t gonna be so gentle with ya.”

You shudder. The threat of his words aren’t lost on you, and as Ellis slowly slides into your abused cunt and Jude abruptly shoves his cock between your parted lips, only one thought runs through your mind…

It’s going to be a long night.

[firemenenthusiast]

hi hi! I wanna say I love your writing and love that you’re on the Archie train rn - I do have a lil request so I know most people think Farleigh is like submissive but I would love one where he’s like super dominant and for smut he’s like basically leaves you crying from overstimulation and makes you come a lot but like in a fun way not necessarily toxic (which isn’t bad either but yeah) (((: idk I feel like he’s a switch and could be both dominant and submissive

oh my god dom!farleigh finally out ! thank you so so SO very much anon for being so patient with me and i am incredibly sorry for making you wait this long :’(

—“casual”

dom!farleigh x fem!reader

summary: there’s a reason why you should never talk about farleigh behind his back

warning: 18+, smut, pwp, unprotected sex, rough sex (dom!farleigh), brat tamer! farleigh, free use, degradation kink, farleigh and reader sounds like fuckbuddies, cunnilingus, slapping, name calling (slut & whore) (sorry) (not sorry), praise kink, petnames (baby, sweetheart & doll) oral fixation, face-fucking, mirror sex, cock-slapping, spitting, making out, overstimulation, blowjobs, dacryphilia, throat fucking, mating press, teabagging, facial, cum eating, creampie, cervix fucking, ruined orgasm, foul language, humiliation, aftercare, fluff at the end

a/n: i really hope this is okay with what you’ve imagined anon, as writing dom!farleigh is by far my hardest work yet. literally pondered on this piece for months. enjoy ! teehee <3 also keep reading, it gets better

“can you believe it ? like— im not even asking for much but he’s just so, ugh” the girl sitting over at the end of the couch complains. you’re sitting in a circle, well not quite a circle, but it’s a bunch of girls just lounging, sitting and talking about what’s currently bothering them. and this time, the topic is boyfriends. cliché, but they can really be a pain in the ass according to these girls. you’re not sure if you can relate, given that you do not have a boyfriend. but you do have farleigh, whatever you’re calling him. he’s never bothered to put a label on it, and certainly never bothered to ask you to be his girlfriend. “oh my god yes” you hear one of the girls agreeing, followed by the others nodding and grabbing at each others thighs

“what about you ? i mean, we certainly heard a lot about farleigh” one of the girls asks you, snickering at the end of her sentence. everyone around campus is familiar with how farleigh’s relationships never end peacefully. they always end with a series of drama that apparently everyone is tuned in on. it’s like a ‘what did farleigh do this time ?’ show, that airs every couple of months. the common hall massacre from farleigh’s last hook up is still being talked about till this day and it’s been like what, six months ? you don’t know why even after seeing those messy events where farleigh always looked like he couldn’t care less, you still ended up in his bed at the end of the very party where he first laid his eyes on you. i guess when thee farleigh start shows you even the slightest of interest, you have no other option but to give in. it’s like a once in a lifetime opportunity, and one must be strong enough to resist the temptation of getting with the tall, golden skinned brunette. you— ? you just don’t have it in you.

pursing your lips, you quietly force an awkward smile to yourself, practically eye rolling. ofcourse they would be interested. you shut your eyes for a moment before blinking to every eyes focusing on you. truth be told, you dont like talking about farleigh to people, especially to answer invasive questions like this. you already feel so insecure with whatever kind of relationship you have with farleigh, so having people try to peek into it puts you in a very uncomfortable position. “what about him ?” you raise your eyebrows with your question-response in a desperate attempt to push farleigh off the topic. “girl how’s your boyfriend ? is he great or…” one of the girls tease, flipping her hair over her shoulder, trying her best to provoke an answer from you, preferrably a piece of gossip that she could spread to her girlfriends at uni.

“he’s not my boyfriend” you let out quietly, head low, correcting their assumptions that it’s an established relationship, earning a swarm of mutter from throughout the group. some of them already exhanging knowing looks and giggling to each other. well isn’t this just humiliating. “how come ?” the blonde serves you with yet another question, tone obvious that she’s just mongering for gossip. the sudden light dust prickling at your eyeballs are being wiped away by a heavy blink from you. all these questions evoke a sudden rage from within. she’s right. yeah, how come ? how come you’ve been letting farleigh fuck you anytime he wants when he doesn’t ever bother to make you his girlfriend. you’ve realised a long ago that it’s unlikely that you’re gonna be a couple but everyone seems to think the two of you are exclusive by the way none of you have been caught fucking anyone else.

noticing your expression, she decides to spare you the humiliation and just move on to her next question even though the former hasn’t been answered. the situation is making you awfully quiet, and it’s not just because you barely knew any of these girls, you just thought sitting with them in this mild get-together at farleigh’s mansion might offer you some sort of entertainment. never have you thought that you’re the one who’s gonna be the entertainment. the thick buzz at the top of your head confuses you between the exhaustion of talking to obnoxious young adults invited tonight or the weariness of knowing that you’re just a toy to farleigh. at first you didn’t really care, but after a while the boy’s starting to grow on you. sometimes he does care, the way he always walk you back to your dorm after a long night of doing your activities. but most of the times you tell yourself that it’s just common courtesy, and he could be doing that to any girl he wants.

“ah fuck that, how’s the sex ?” was her other question, which was followed by daunting whoops of teasings from the girls. still, every pair of eyes is set on you and it’s gotta be on the top list of your most uncomfortable situation. however the unusual bitterness towards farleigh at the moment gags your desire to shit talk about him to these girls. as you search for something bad to say, you realise that you don’t have anything to complain. guess you’d just have to lie then. straightening your shoulders and throwing your neck back, you lean your back on your propped up arms against the floor.

“have you ever heard that he’s good in bed from anyone ?” you start, which earns eager head shakes from the girls.

“well that’s because he fucking sucks. cums too fast, and guess what ? you’d think he’d atleast bother to make the girl-“ you gesture to yourself, “-cum first, but that’s none of his business it seems” the small piece of information being sought out to the public like that leaves the girls wide-eyed, with some of them dramatically placing their palms against their chest. you feel horrible for lying, and it just registered in your head that this will go terribly wrong knowing that it’ll spread around like an infection. “oh my god. really ?” the blonde attempts to fuel to the fire mid-burning the whole place down, her blue eyes almost popping out of her head, gouging for more info from you.

nodding, you catch yourself feeding her with yet another lie. “fucking sloppy, is what he is. moans like a bitch too. i should’ve been fucking his cousin by now, which, i don’t even know why i haven’t” the last part of this whole unbased shit talk feels too much for you, as you mentally wince at how untrue just all the things you said. the whole room is filled with various sounds of gasping, giggling and overall indefinable mutters. if you were being honest, you’re still not going to tell them how you’re willing to beg for his cock, telling him to make you his cum dump, as long as you get to be fucked by him. you raise your head to examine each of their faces, subtly biting on your bottom lips at their reactions.

it was a small get-together afterall, so you wouldn’t be suprised that some of the hallways in the house are ominously empty at this hour. you could still hear a distinct chatter and music from behind the other walls but as you briskly walk towards the left wing of the mansion, your wrist is suddenly being grabbed from behind, before your whole body is being caged against the wooden wainscot on the wall, pair of huge palms snaking themselves across your forearms. “farleigh—“ you huff out, neck craned to give access to the pair of lips trailing hot, wet kisses across your skin. the tall figure caging and pressing against your body is making you whimper out a small moan, to which he lets out a chuckle. you always make it so easy for him.

wrapping his fingers around your wrist in a firm grab, he brings them above your head before moving his lips towards your soft ones, a string of saliva shining on the flesh with each breath the both of you are taking. his touches grazes your skin delicately, dragging you into becoming an addict. you suck in a deep breath through your nose as you return the kiss, tongue darting to lick on his bottom ones, earning a smile from him. “i’ve missed you” he teases, while running his fingertips along your waistband, knowing the two of you only parted ways when his friendgroup approached him, which later lead you to the wrongful confessions with the girls earlier. words like these makes you long for his affection, spending your sleepless nights thinking about the feelings you may or may not have caught for him. he huffs out against your face, forehead resting against each other as you feel his hot breath on your skin. he leans down to chase your lips for yet another kiss, your noses nudging against each other only for him to hover over your lips with a teasing grin, making you grow desperate from the phantom kiss.

his large hands rest on the curve of your waist when you push him back by his broad chest, both your fingers sprawled over the fabric of his linen. he’s ridiculously good at maintaining his balance all while being pushed back with his head leaning down, still kissing you, his pretty curls grazing the skin on your cheeks. he’s so pretty, the type of pretty that makes you want to look at him all day, the type of pretty that you’d fall for. the way he kisses you could make anyone believe that he’s in love, yet he never cared to let you know, or tell you that this is just a fling for him. you already know where this is going, as you were on your way to find him in his room anyways. you let out a small giggle when he almost toppled back over a bump on the carpet, before he joins you with a low chuckle against your lips.

“c’mon, farleigh—“ whining, you’re half begging for him to just pick you up and carry you to his bed, which, like he could read you mind, he does. “i know, baby”. you’re clinging onto him with your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands cupping his face to deepen the kiss as you feel the growing bulge poking at your thighs. humming into the kiss, he pulls away momentarily to lean you against the wooden door of his room, turning the both of you to hold you against the door, forcing it to shut, all while his tongue licks your taste off yours.

you could feel his desperation grow from his kiss as your fingers work eagerly unbuttoning his shirt. he fumbles with the back of your dress, reaching to undo the string, heavy pants escaping both your lips, practically clawing at each other. after peeling the linen off his shoulder and pulling it down to throw it on the floor, you watch him move recklessly. “fucking get this off” he groans, as you reach to the back to help him. everything is moving so fast, and you glad it does as it seems to be impossible to remain patient with each of farleigh’s touch against your skin. it’s like a craving, an addiction, as desperation fills the thick air inside the room more then the hot breath puffing from your lips.

as soon as you’re left only with the matching set of underwear, farleigh wastes no time picking you back up to throw you on the bed, his body flush against yours as his kisses down your body are starting to get wet. between his fingers raking around your waist and his mouth sucking on the skin of your collarbone leaving wet bruises all across it, you feel yourself getting lost in the haziness, unable to mutter a single coherent sentence. all that could be let out past your lips are whines and moans, as your fingertips graze against his scalp, pulling at the root of his curls. you feel helpless, exposed and needy for him and only him, to do something. once you feel his lips kissing dangerously close to your cunt, sucking and licking especially hard on the flesh of your inner thighs, you find yourself reaching for his face. “farleigh please,,” you let out pleas after pleas, begging for his lips to be where you need him the most. paying no mind to you, he continues placing his marks across your inner thigh and the spot closest to the hem of your panties with his palms smoothing over the skin on your torso.

he’s humming in between kisses, his eyes rips themselves from focusing on marking your skin to look directly into yours, maintaining eye contact. if it wasn’t for the growing bulge in his pants, he’d be willing to spend the rest of his time just looking into your eyes. tilting his head down, he pushes the crotch of your panties to the side, breaking eye contact for a moment to look at the dripping mess in front of him, grinning at how soaked your folds are, making your eyebrows knit. the way your pussy glisten with your wetness gotta be one of his favourite views ever. feeling the ache down your core starts to throb, you can’t help the pitchy moan slipping past your lips and the sudden bucking of your hips into his face. “don’t make me beg farleigh, please” the words coming out of your mouth contradicting each other. before you could add to your complaints, you feel his swollen lips smashing against your folds, his tongue hot, licking away all the wetness collecting and dripping towards your hole. he has one hand holding you down by your waist, and another rubbing on your pussy, spreading the folds apart so his tongue could have better access. the fingers on your pussy roam down to your hole, pushing your clit upwards so he could settle his whole face in between your thighs, his nose repeatedly nudging against your clit. driving his face into your pussy, it’s like he’s stuffing his face with your essence, eager to lick away every drop of wetness dripping down your folds as he feels like nothing tastes better. he hums, sending vibrations through the sensitive nerves, fishing out another whine from you.

“gonna cum, farleigh. please make me cum” the words come out of your mouth like water, without you even having time to think it before. as the knot in your lower stomach begins to get tighter with each sucking of his lips on your folds, he knows you’re seconds away from cumming. you could feel the wave of pleasure threatening to wash down over you, as you’re willing to give up everything to chase after it, even your dignity. shutting your eyes, your fingers harshly grab at the sheets beneath you, as farleigh suddenly rips his mouth away from your pussy, moving over to stand at the edge of the bed, his eyes busy eyeing his hands that are unbuckling his belt. “what the fuck—?!” you almost yelled, anger and dissatisfaction tearing through your voice as you look at farleigh in disbelief. the orgasm that you were chasing is washing away, leaving your pussy feeling so raw and swollen.

he throws you an unbothered look with an eyebrow quirked, his lips shiny from eating you out. “sorry, apparently i’m just not bothered to let the girl cum first” the coy expression on his face obvious, the slight curl at the side of his lips quickly being stripped away. “—isn’t that right ?” he continues, leaning over with his knee dipping into the mattress, his propped arm settling beside your temple, his face inches away from your muted one. the furrowed eyebrows that were accompanying your anger dropped down, as your glossy eyes now being forced to look into his intimidating ones. you could feel that he’s not happy, but none of his expressions tell that, except that you’re fucked.

you hear him let out a chuckle as he leans back, both his knees on either side of your body, resting his weight on your torso. “you should see the look on your face sweetheart” he tsks, shaking his head at you heavy breathing, still affected by the orgasm that he just ripped off from your core. no words could be lolled out of your tongue and you could only shake your head as an attempt to save yourself. he cocks his head to the side before his eyes widen,

“no, i mean it”

moving his knee over your body, farleigh moves to the side of the bed before reaching over to cup the back of your neck, pulling you up to push you off the bed by your neck, forcing you to sit infront of the body sized mirror by his nightstand. you’re kneeling, your hands are forced to prop yourself up from face planting on the hard floor, ass is sticking out on full display giving him the perfect view. oh how he loves when you’re exposed like this for him and no one else.

before you could even react to being pulled off the bed, his fingers already curl themselves across your skin, wrapped around your neck, pulling you upstraight so you could only look at your reflection in the mirror, and his smug face while he crouches down. “look at yourself, such a pretty face-“ he starts, fingers moving to push your cheeks together, his arms pressing down your chest so you’re resting against his shoulder.

“-but so. fucking. dumb.” he says, tapping roughly on your cheek after each words.

the last part of his sentence heavy, emphasizing on how stupid you are that you couldn’t even think before going off telling people such lies. “you know what i love to do with a pretty face that doesn’t know when to shut up ?” he trails off, letting go off your face to continue unbuckling his belt, the metal of the buckle clinking, before unbuttoning and pulling the zipper down.

“as if you know when to shut up” you spit out, trying to retaliate against his words.

he offers you an amused look before shaking his head and smile. “i love when you prove me right“ farleigh chuckles as he looks up to meet your eyes in the mirror, before pulling down his pants, along with his boxers, making his now fully hard length that was straining in his pants spring up, hitting the trail of hair on his lower belly. no matter how many times you’ve seen and been fucked by him, you still think he’s huge. he’s perfectly girthy, his tip always flushes a deep shade of pink and his cock’s just as pretty as him.

he steps closer towards you, reaching down to gather your hair in a makeshift ponytail before pulling you up, forcing you to stand on your knees. he looks at you with that grin you could never crack the meaning of, as you watch his other hand move to grab the base of his cock. his firm grip pulling at your scalp leaves you quiet, as you could only glance between his face, and the leaking cock in his hand. with your head in his one hand and his heavy length in the other, your eyes are on the same level of his waist where you could hear the loud sound of him spitting into his hand, as it lands on his length. the lewd, loud squelching sound of him stroking saliva all over his cock right beside your face makes you clench around nothing

sighing, he pulls your face towards his crotch before starting to slap his hard cock against your cheek. you’re starting to feel degraded to a mere sextoy with the way he’s smearing his cock all over your face, the sensitive tip tapping at your swollen lips. his long digits wrapped around the base serves a great purpose of aiming his slick length so it slaps heavy against your face, bouncing against the skin again and again, omitting loud slapping sounds. “i don’t even know what i’ve ever done to you-“ he starts, tongue poking the inside of his cheek.

“-but you don’t talk about me that way, baby”

he stops the slapping of his cock to wipe it all over your face instead, repeatedly moving his shaft over your nose as it makes him groan in pleasure. your pretty face is covered with the slick of saliva and precum, you hair a mess and sticking all over your face. as soon as he finishes his sentence, your entire reflection on the mirror is being blocked by his legs stepping in front of you, so he could roughly shove his hard cock past your lips, pushing it down your throat. the sudden pressure at the back of your tongue makes you gag, as tears start forming on your waterline. you’re starting to regret the things you said just for the one minute of validation. farleigh has never done anything like this to you, but you know this is not going to end anytime soon.

“shh…shh- it’s okay, im just gonna fuck this mouth slow and nice. is that good ?” he coos, his hips begins thrusting into your mouth, starting nice and slow before quickly changing to a rapid pace in a split second, not allowing you to adjust at all. he’s now properly fucking your mouth, and if you didn’t already feel like a cocksleeve, you certainly do now.

“there you go, you’ve always been so good at sucking my cock. you’re a proper slut you know that ?” he mutters through gritted teeth, both his large hands cradling your head, slamming your face down his cock, heavy balls slapping against your slicked chin from all the drool dripping down your lips. looking up at him, you try to blink away the glossiness of your eyes as you give him an obeying look, seeking for his approval. “oh that’s cute, you’re my little slut aren’t you ?” the whiny moans you’re letting out sends vibrations, further stimulating his cock. “aww mouth too full of cock you can’t even answer” giving you a fake pout on his lips, he pulls out for a moment to let you answer, yet you’re keeping your mouth shut. “i said-“ he yanks your hair as he leans down close to your face, “-you’re my little slut aren’t you ?” you almost topple back before nodding vigorously,

“yes, yes—“

“yes what ?”

“yes i am, farleigh”

your quick response earns a satisfied grin from him before your mouth is back to being stuffed by his hard cock. you try your best not to gag too hard on his length as you know farleigh wouldn’t appreciate that. even with him treating you like you’re worthless, you’re still eager to please him. maybe you are indeed a slut. his slut.

the rapid movements of your head bobbing down his shaft and his hips thrusting into your mouth makes your hands roam up his thighs for leverage, as you look up at him through your lashes. he thinks you look so cute like this, so he offers you a smile from above, the tip of your nose hitting into his lower belly repeatedly. you could feel his thrust getting even faster before one last throw of his head and he’s pushing your mouth off his cock, messy strings of saliva connecting from your lips to his swollen tip, his balls dripping with sticky translucent substance that you couldn’t even tell. could be drool, or precum, or a mixture of both of your fluids. his cock is now resting against his navel, as it bounces with every move farleigh makes. he’s now pulling you up by your arms, the state of you so pathetic that if it were to be described, you’re nothing short of fucked and cockdrunk.

“c’mon sweetheart, hands and knees. need to fuck your pussy” his instructions loud and clear, as your body is being thrown like a doll onto the mattress. and like it’s instinct you immediately crawl onto the bed and prop your ass up, your legs apart, back arching with your face dropped down between the sheets. “i know you’re a good girl” he smiles, hands roaming across the smooth skin of your ass before swiftly pulling down your panties, revealing your soaking wet puffy lips, practically begging to be fucked. “well that’s a sight felix is certainly missing out on” the sight before him makes his cock twitch, a drop of precum forming at the tip before he catches it in his fingers to spread it along his length. getting onto the mattress, his pants already discarded and pooling beside the bed.

he crawls over you to rub his length against your folds, collecting the wetness that’s practically drenching his cock, before thrusting into your hole without warning. a cracked loud moan from your lips grazes both your ears as you give up against the sheets, your sobs being muffled by the soft fabric underneath you. he’s not in the mood of making you feel good as he’s only focused on fucking the dumb out of you and letting his anger out. he’s making you take his cock like a good girl he knows you are, as you struggle to adjust to the stretch of his size. he’s angry, well more like irritated, when he walked by the living room looking for you, only to hear you talking shit about him, and telling pathetic lies with no substance. there hasn’t been one fuck where farleigh doesn’t make you cum first, and he certainly fucks you like nobody else. so when you went off feeding those plastic blondes fake gossip just to appeal to them, of course he’s mad.

his large chest is now pushing down against your back, his large hand found it’s way at the back of your neck, holding your head down that your face is being mushed against the sheets. his harsh thrusts push your body back and forth, your face pressed down so hard to the point that the only sound you could let out are heavy cries and sobs, incoherent mumbles of pleads of his name as you’re being brought to your orgasm while he’s still rapidly fucking into you. “farleigh— mngh,, ohmygod“ in a way you sound like you’re worshipping him, while he’s ball deep inside your cunt, the tip of his cock bruising your cervix.

normally he would help you chase your high down but he doesn’t care. “i’ve never made you cum huh ? you can cum all you want now baby” his words are starting to get to you, as your pussy’s starting to feel so raw. another wave of orgasm come crashing down, leaving you a lightheaded babbling mess. you’re now actually crying for him, tears streaming down your face, shoulders bobbing, as both tears and drool wet the sheets underneath. “no more,, please. s’too much” you manage to let out weakly, your fingers gripping at the poor fabric desperately. suddenly you feel like he’s grown much larger than he usually does.

looking at your fucked up state, he let out a chuckle. “but i thought you wanted this ?” he mocks, he knows that you’re just too fucked up to even make up your mind. you feel so stretched out by his girth, and the position grants him the perfect access to fully fuck his cock into your pussy, thrusting forward in a rough rapid pace into the mattress. “you think felix could fuck you like this ?” he groans, making you shake your head desperately almost like you’re being hypnotised. “n-no,,no- hm“ you let out in response, your voice bumpy from his thrusts that are making your whole body shake. the whole situation is feeding the primal urge in him, as he grunts while biting down the skin at the back of your neck, his hand grabbing at your hair, pulling your head back to lift your face off the drool-drenched sheets. his other hand is holding you close by your stomach, lowering his hand to feel the moving bulge on your lower belly.

“feel that ? that’s my cock- so… fucking deep inside you. so maybe next time you wanna talk shit, fuck-“ he half whispers into your ear through gritted teeth, as his thrusts are starting to falter. both your hot cheeks are being pressed together as he talks right into your ear. “-remember how pathetic you look right now” he finishes off his sentence with one hard thrust, his hot body pressing down against yours before warm sticky substance fills up your hole, drops of it threatening to spill from the brim. you feel his chest resting on your back, he’s catching his breath as he pants into your ear with his hand wrapped around your neck.

“oh fuck,,” he lets out, voice thick with his remaining pants as he watch the cum oozing out of your cunt when he pull his softening cock out. he’s leaning back on his heels, admiring his work, ropes of white leaking down your puffy swollen lips, a low groan escapes his lips when he notices your hole clenching around nothing, pushing out more of his cum. smiling, he reaches over to squeeze your thigh, grabbing at the soft flesh. “such a filthy whore, letting me use this pussy like a toy” he lets out, his words making you feel so dirty. “aren’t you, baby ?” he coos, running his fingers across your chin. letting out a huge content sigh before hearing you mumble out a string out words. “what’s that, hm ?” leaning down, he moves closer to your lolled out face to hear you.

“you came too quick” you struggled to let out those words, yet still determined to try and piss him off.

raising his eyebrows, he seems surprised by your little protest before you feel his fingers slowly smooth over your hair, petting your head.

“i know. and that’s your job to get me hard again”

hearing his words, instant remorse washing over you as you feel him flip you over, that you’re now lying on your back, facing him. he looks even bigger, shoulders broad and glistening in sweat, making you feel like he could cage you in any moment now. his cheeks look flushed and red, his lips pink and swollen yet he never looked prettier. your hands immediately move up to hold onto his thighs, now being on either side of your upper body as his cock is hanging right in front of your face. the remainder of his cum that is clinging onto his tip drips down, landing onto your lips before his fingers push your cheeks open, shoving his cock into your mouth as he tries to fit the whole length inside.

his limp cock feels odd on your tongue at first, but you immediately start sucking on his length. “come on, doll” he urges you, eager to be able to fuck you again. you mentally flinch at the name he’s calling you, as it really makes you feel filthy. deep down you absolutely love filling your mouth full, and sucking on his cock. anything to please farleigh. he’s thrusting his hips down to your face, circling it so now it’s his balls turn to be shoved into your mouth, before being absolutely slobbered with saliva. in no time he’s getting hard again, making it easier for him to fuck into your mouth, only to pull it out and replace it with his balls again, and doing so repeatedly until he feels just. you have your eyes closed, your lips busy fondling and kissing at each of his sack, your tongue covering them with drool.

farleigh is holding onto the headboard, grunts spilling from his mouth from how good you’re worshipping his cock. as he tilt his head down, he can’t help the moan slipping past his lips at you sucking at the underside of his balls. now that he’s fully hard again, he reaches down to grab at the base of his shaft before putting the entire heavy weight of it onto your face, rubbing his length all over your soft skin, like he did earlier.

too weak to form coherent sentences to him, you manage to drag out a mumbled “please…farleigh”. you hear him let out a satisfied hum as you close your eyes, letting the feeling of his wet cock sliding on your face takes control. the length of his cock almost covering your face as he’s contemplating just fucking his cock against the skin of your face into nothing. everything’s just so wet now, his sweaty body against yours, your face warm and sticky with sweat, tears and his cum, with his balls dripping with your drool. you’re too cockdrunk to even protest, letting him use you like a cum rag, wiping the cum off his cock on your skin, your pussy throbbing from another orgasm you just had undone just from how lewd this is.

“you make such a good whore, y’know ? im gonna need to fuck your pussy again” almost immediately after saying that, he’s lifting your upper body up, making you sit while he moves behind you to let your frail body rest against his. “let me have one last fuck okay ?” he whispers into your ear, your eyelids heavy as you slowly nod. his fingers tap at your thigh, signalling you to raise your hips. he has one arm wrapped around you, pulling you up onto his lap as you feel the tip of his hard cock slip back into your cunt with the guide of his other hand. you’re now sitting on his lap, legs bent and all spread out to give access to him. he could feel the stickiness of his cum left inside you engulfing his length, that is reaching deeper, bumping into your cervix. ”fuck, could feel my cum inside you—” the stretch of his cock against your wall is squeezing his cum back out of your hole as low moans escape both of your lips. he begins thrusting at a continued pace, much like before, making your body bounce on his lap. you let out a high pitched moan, your folds still swollen as you mumble out “m’too much farleigh- no more,, please” he ignores your whines and moans, fucking up into you like he’s been starved of it.

he reaches up to grope your tits, that have fallen out of your bra when he was ramming into you earlier. this is the first time tonight that farleigh’s even bothered to touch your nipples as he normally would’ve been too attached to sucking on your mounds by now. the lack of attention to your hard nipples got them too sensitive as you feel like screaming when farleigh tweaks one of them in between his fingers. he’s cupping one of your tits in his large hand while the other one bounces hard with each of his rapid thrusts up your sensitive walls. the sound of your ass slapping against his thighs fills the room as you start to feel your maybe 5th orgasm coming, having lost count- as his thrusts suddenly stop. “nooo,, no- please don’t make me” you start whining at the sudden stop of his movements, shaking your head helplessly to try to get him to change his mind. you know this move so well, he always make you do it when you’re on his lap.

he’s gonna make you fuck yourself on his cock.

“you know the drill pretty girl” his voice firm, not leaving any space for your antics. your head resting against his shoulder feels too heavy to be lifted off, but that’s just you being a brat. you show no signs of moving, with your arms flailing weakly in his embrace. you hear him let out a sigh before being followed by a low groan, lifting you off his lap and flipping you over. you’re now sprawled open in front of him, cold air grazing across your pussy makes you shiver. he pushes his weight down against your thighs with his hands, putting you in a mating press. all you got to do was let out a gasp before a harsh slap from his large hand stings across your face. “i gave you plenty of chances-” he lets out as you feel another slap lands on your cheek

“-but you never seem to appreciate them”

another slap. and another.

you’re moaning, enjoying being treated so harshly by him. as your tears stained cheeks turn red and a new stream of tears are threatening to spill, you try begging for mercy with a weak attempt, “mmh- please, farleigh,,”. your final whiny plea is immediately being cut short by another slap, this one stings especially hard, making you think that he hates you. he’s now grabbing at the flesh at the back of your thighs, fully pressing your thighs against your tits, before his hips start thrusting into your pussy again. wet, squelching sound bouncing off the walls as your wetness start splattering all over the sheets. the shame and humiliation makes you start sobbing again, your breathing heavy as you struggle to take his cock that’s protruding against your walls.

he notices your heavy breathing, yet he has no intentions of slowing down. “you’re breathing like you’re doing all the work, fuck— “ you hear him say. his thrusts after doesn’t last long before he immediately pulls out, his hand quickly reaching down to continue the pressure on his cock. “oh fuck. fuck, fuck—“, strings of curses leave his mouth. stroking his shaft with a tight fist, his pace rapid, desperate and sloppy before his hips begin to fuck into his fist, his balls slapping against his knuckles. “fffuck, fuck yes-” staggering moans spill out of his mouth, making him look pathetic. his voice almost cracks before he’s moving up your body, his hand still pumping his cock rapidly before he’s cumming, spurting warm seed all over your pretty face. it’s not as much as before, but your face’s still covered by his cum, your tongue licking away the drops landing on your lips. you hear him let out a deep sigh, heavy panting before collapsing onto your body.

inspecting his actions closely, your mind still hazy, your face messy with tear stained cheeks, with some still clinging onto your lashes. farleigh had wiped the remnants of his cum off your face, it was the first thing he did after coming back with a bowl of warm fresh water and a piece of cloth. he’s already dressed in his comfy clothes, carefully cleaning your skin with the warm soft cloth. he’s meticulous, like he always is with everything. you look to the side to see a glass of water and a mini chocolate bar that he’d fetched when he left the room which to be honest, you thought he was gonna leave you, all alone and still fragile. looking out the window, the sky’s already starting to gain its light as it’s starting to look a lighter shade of blue. he’s quiet, eyes focused as only his fingers are moving carefully, cleaning off every inch of your body. just as he makes sure you’re all clean and comfortable, you’re surprised when he crawls up closely beside you, snuggling down as he reaches for the soft comforter to wrap the both of you underneath it.

“i thought you were gonna leave”

“not gonna leave my girlfriend alone”

the name hits you like a boulder making you perk up, eyebrows knitted as you realised that you were never his girlfriend. you turn to face him who’s already near dozing off,

“please go to sleep” he mutters out his last words before dozing off for real, pulling you closer into his arms.

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[lanormie]

blipped - mcu crossover au (pt. 1)

what if? the event of Thanos snap happened in the BNHA universe? you're forced to navigate the aftermath of The Blip, where half of the population get thrown back into existence after disappearing for five years. pairing: pro-hero!Shouto x f!pro-hero!reader (ft. slight katsuki x reader) read on AO3 pt. 2

“You’re distracted.”

Shouto’s even tone echoes throughout the training ground. Normally the fake terrains and obstacles would absorb all the sounds uttered within the large underground stadium, but considering the fact that he just wiped the floor with you and knocked everything over, he doesn’t have to raise his voice to remind you that your game has been way off since yesterday.

“I know, I know. Ugh.” You groan out from somewhere under the rubble. “Woah, watch your step, Sho.” You squeak as something starts to press down on the thick layer of debris that is blanketing you. The extremely light material is not a concern, but with the weight of your tall friend added, your spine might file a complaint. 

“Oh. My apology.” Shouto swiftly backs off from his search, opting to wait for you to hurl the rubble aside using your telekinesis instead. Seeing that you are making no effort to stand back up, he sighs and sits down on a nearby fake boulder. “He’ll be back soon, you know.”

“It’s not that.” You shake your head. You are at this point quite used to your boyfriend being on missions that lasted weeks or even months. You would find yourself being on the other end too sometimes – just the bread and butter of being a pro-hero. “Don’t you think it’s weird that the Commission demanded every single agency to send someone on an emergency trip to Wakanda? They were even picked up by a helicarrier.”

“It certainly has something to do with the Avengers.” Shouto quietly muses, mostly to himself. 

“Exactly!” You throw your arms up in exasperation. “Like when’s the last time they weren’t involved in some world ending event?” Your voice goes quiet as well, a million grim scenarios flashing behind your eyes.

Shouto silently watches as you take a breath and slowly sit up, leftover pieces of debris rolling off of you and dropping on the ground in sad little clacks.

He’s never been good at deciphering moods, but oddly enough, you have always been an exception. Perhaps having been close friends since you were both snot-nosed kindergarteners plays a role in helping him read you like an open book. And said book is currently telling him that no amount of training shall be accomplished today. 

“Katsuki is tough,” He pipes up. “He’ll be just fine. Come on.” He stands up and holds his hand out. You take it and start to stand up. “Let’s go get some hot choco–”

You suddenly lose momentum as your hand grasps at nothing but dust. You don’t even feel the impact of falling back down onto the ground as you watch his whole form disintegrate into tiny particles. 

“Sho? Shouto!!”

Shooting back up to reach for the mass of flying ash that hasn't yet disappeared, you immediately fall down again. What is going on? Why are my legs giving out?! You look down and your eyes widen at the sight of your limbs quickly turning into gray dust. There’s a high pitched ringing in your ears for a split second before all sounds are abruptly cut off, and you slip into nothingness.

.

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Static.

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Light.

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Air.

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Weight.

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Some kind of muffled noise squeezing its way into your ears.

.

You hit the ground hard as the pile of rubble under you is no longer there. It knocks all your senses back into place and immediately you hear yelling and multiple boots running towards you.

“Holy shit?! Y/N! Shouto!”

…huh? Shouto? Shouto!

You snap your head up and let out a relieved exhale when you see your two-toned friend in one piece, slowly pushing himself off the ground before being thrown into a bone-crushing hug from a blur of red.

Before you can make out who it is, you get lifted off the ground by the torso and find yourself in your own bone crushing hug, familiar pink curls tickling your nose. Their owner sobs into your hair, broken strings of repeated ‘you’re alive’ and ‘we missed you’ mumbled between sniffles. You hesitantly run your hand up and down her back to offer comfort as questions start to rise in the back of your head.

“Hey Mina.” You squeak out, trying to figure out what question to ask first. When did she get here? Why is she crying?

Did she get taller?

You look over to Shouto as the blur of red pulls back to reveal someone who scarily resembles Kirishima, though much more massive and with much longer hair that gets tied up in a ponytail. The man struggles between cackling and crying as he reaches for the comms in his ear.

“Anyone copy? They’re back. Guys–” He takes a shaky and congested inhale. “Shouto and Y/N are bac– No I’m not fucking with you. Simulation Dome, right now.”

Mina finally pulls back from you and quickly joins the comms. “Guys wait! Somebody check Denki’s old office please!” 

While they’re going back and forth into their earpiece, you and Shouto exchange a confused glance. Then all of a sudden, you are acutely aware of your surroundings. 

You’re not even sure you’re in the same training ground anymore. What used to look like a giant black box theater is now decked out in highly realistic props, expensive looking crane bots moving about repairing things and dismantling set pieces. The operation booth is no longer off to a corner and is now behind a massive glass wall, hanging above one end of the stadium. How did we afford all this? We’re a scrappy agency run by scrappy 20 year olds!

The entrance to the dome is kicked open and a bunch of familiar faces storm in, including Denki who looks like a lost puppy as he’s being carried in bridal style by a teary Sero. As Mina and Kiri zoom over to further crowd Denki, you zero in on a pair of crimson eyes. 

You both freeze in place.

Your boyfriend looks so, so different. His features are even sharper than before. There are scars on his face that weren’t there when you last saw him. A new but somehow already fading tattoo peeks out from under his shirt collar. He doesn’t seem much taller, but he’s bulkier than the Katsuki you used to know.

And he’s staring at you like he’s seen a ghost.

Just how long have you been gone for?

You felt something resembling time passing while you were stuck in that entropy, but you aren’t sure of the exact amount.

Doesn’t matter, you deduced, the important thing is that he is alive after whatever mission it was with the Avengers. 

Before you know it, your feet take you one, then two steps, then the next dozen steps towards him. Closing the distance by wrapping your arms around his neck, you feel him stiffen as he takes short and stuttered breaths. Trying not to dwell on it, you croak into his chest.

“Hi Kats.” 

He doesn’t reply for a moment and remains impossibly still in your grasp. Anxiety threatens to prickle your throat before you chalk it up to him being in shock, if Mina and Kiri’s reaction a few minutes ago is anything to go by. 

After a few excruciating seconds, his hands finally come up to rest on your back. 

“Hi.” He whispers, breathless.

The hands on your back quickly abandon their hesitant touch and start bunching your shirt in their tight fist as his arms squeeze you in an iron grip. You relish in his comforting sugary scent as he smushes his face into your hair, it becoming damper and damper with each of his deep inhales and exhales. 

“Kats, how long have I–”

“Guys! What’s going on?” An unfamiliar female voice rings out from near the entrance.

Katsuki abruptly untangles from you and drags a hand down his face to roughly wipe the salty trail of tears. The hand stops in front of his mouth as his eyes dart away from your questioning gaze.

“Our blipped friends came back!” Kiri exclaims from the commotion around Denki and Shouto as he lifts a hand to wave the person over. “Come say hi!” He turns back towards the crowd and as soon as you make eye contact, he suddenly seems to realize something and his sunny expression immediately drops.

The owner of the unfamiliar voice treads forward and you’re met with lovely teal eyes and equally lovely teal tresses. She offers Denki and Shouto a bright smile as everyone simultaneously tries to introduce them to each other, resulting in a cacophony of sounds which you could only pick out the word “sidekick” from.

She starts walking over to you and Katsuki visibly gulps. Before you can utter a word of greeting, she gently reaches for Katsuki’s hand and your stomach free falls into the core of the Earth. 

No. There’s no way.

You feel your back ice over as you stare at where their hands connect. You see her uncomfortably shift her weight for a bit until she looks over to Katsuki in question, but you make no effort to look away. After what feels like hours, Katsuki clears his throat.

“Michiko, this is Y/N. Y/N, this– um,” he pauses for something, then decides to go through with it. “This is Michiko, my fiance.”

Your eyes snap up to his, begging the fuck out of his pardon. Fiance? Fiance?!

“I’m sorry what?”

The ringing in your ears returns and it feels like you’re being sucked into nothingness again.

Katsuki opens his mouth to say something, but an alarm blaring from the loudspeakers quickly cuts everyone off. 

“Emergency. All hands on deck. Report to team leader in 60 seconds. Emergency. All hands on deck. Report to team leader in 60 seconds. Emergency.” 

On a normal day the sound would snap you out of any trance and get you to your feet, but this time you can’t bring yourself to move. Numbness has completely taken over.

As everyone rushes out, saved for you and Shouto, Katsuki lingers at the doorway for a moment before he speaks.

“We’ll talk after I get back. Stay here.” He peers at you with an expression that’s almost pleading. “Please?”

He grimaces when you don’t answer, and hurries away.

You don’t stay. You can’t stay.

Ignoring Shouto’s call for you, you head for the other exit and make a run for the only place you can be alone. Home.

this is my 1st fic plz be very gentle 👉👈 (eng is not my 1st language u could probably tell)

[strawbeerossi]

Backyard Shenanigans

Pairing: Gender Neutral!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: When David Rossi is away for some book related event, you convince Spencer to sneak into his backyard with you to take a dip in the pool

Content/Warnings: Casually breaking the law, fun banter with Spencer, sub!Spencer, handjob, minor praise kink, they get caught after the fact

Word Count: 1.7K

Kinktober Day Six: Pool Sex

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“I don’t think this is a good idea.” Spencer stuttered as he glanced around nervously, trailing behind you while you held his wrist. “I think you’re being paranoid.” You hummed in return. Breaking into David Rossi’s backyard couldn’t be that hard, could it?

Dave was currently away for some book signing, leaving the pool in the backyard fully open for anyone who decided to use it. That’s why you were dragging Spencer with you, the moonlight illuminating the streets as you both ran together. 

“I’m not! W-What if Rossi has cameras?!” 

“Then we will smile and wave at him while we use his pool, duh. We both know he won’t be able to get mad at us.” She stated while the two eventually approached the house, well, mansion, in question. “There is no way we are getting over that privacy fence.” Spencer chimed in. 

Ugh. Anything to try and run away to go home.

“Give me a boost. I can unlock the door to the fence inside.” He had no choice in the matter as your hand was resting against his shoulder, the male awkwardly leaning down before cupping his hands. “Just don’t break something. I will not hesitate to run and leave you there.” He grumbled. With your hands on the top of the wooden fence, you’d slid your way over. You managed to take a tumble, underestimating your cat like reflexes but you were fine. Just a bruised ego. 

He didn’t wish you harm but part of Spencer hoped you hurt yourself, giving him the chance to run and leave you to explain just why you were in David’s backyard. Unfortunately for him, the sound of a latch being lifted had alerted him. “I told you that I could do it. Now get in here.” 

“We are gonna get arrested for breaking and entering.”

“I didn’t break anything, can’t arrest us for just entering a backyard.”

“Right..”

As soon as you’d gotten Spencer inside the backyard, you were quickly latching the gate again while facing him. “Alright. Now let’s swim.” You grinned, your hands moving to unbutton your shirt while the male in front of you was flabbergasted. “What are you doing?!” 

“What? I can’t swim in my clothes. Come on, Reid. I thought you were some big brained genius. You can swim in your outfit if you want but I’m not ruining mine.” You spoke in a simple tone while getting the button up you had on off before tossing it to the side, tugging your shorts down your legs soon after. 

Spencer was at a loss for words, mouth wide open as his gaze was fixed on your body that was half exposed to him right now. The thought of your underwear being the only thing separating the rest of you from him, it had unholy thoughts crossing his mind. He could feel a heat rushing to his cheeks, slowly rubbing the back of his neck as soon as he had to drag his attention away from you. 

“Come on, don’t be a baby!” You groaned while heading over to your partner in crime for the night as you were letting your hand mess with his vest. “I know you are probably embarrassed but I promise that I’m not gonna judge you. Let’s just do something fun! Besides, I think we will have the ultimate bragging rights at the office.” You mused. 

There was no doubt you’d be telling everyone at the office about this. You managed to get away with sneaking into Rossi’s yard! That was an accomplishment within itself.

“F-fine. Only because I want Morgan to see that I’m capable of doing something like this.” He grumbled, making you smile widely as you were letting your arms shoot over your head in victory. “Yes! Okay, I’m gonna get in.” You announce, sitting on the edge of the pool while dipping your feet into the water. “Oh my god.” You shivered while just taking the plunge, pushing your body into the freezing cold water. The faster you got adjusted, the faster you would be able to mess with Reid by splashing him and being a menace.

Spencer had watched you throw yourself into the water while swallowing a lump in his throat. This wasn’t something he’s done. Swimming in his underwear is just like being in a swimsuit though, right? 

He was moving to push his slacks down his legs before heading over to lay the clothes he’d taken off on a lounge chair. He was really going to do this. “Jump in!” Your voice urged while he was looking at you with raised eyebrows. “Isn’t it cold? Why would I jump?” The question didn’t warrant a response, instead making you climb out of the pool while standing beside him. “We are jumping together.” The sight of your skin dripping with chlorinated water had him clearing his throat.

Just think of something else. Baseball.

“Are we? Cause I didn’t sign up for-” However he was cut off as your hands shoved him into the water, a laugh leaving your lips as he was falling into the deep end of the pool, a big splash hitting you in the process. Seeing him resurface had you putting a hand up to your mouth to laugh. “Y/N!” He groaned while brushing his hair back from his face while you were jumping back into the water, in turn causing a huge splash to hit him in the face.

“Sorry.” You laughed, noticing the pout on his face as he looked in your direction, his wet hair being pushed back from his face soon after. “You didn’t have to push me in.” He grumbled, causing another laugh to escape your lips as you shrugged. “Would you have jumped in?” 

“Fair enough.” He puffed, your hands moving to rest on his shoulders in preparation to dunk him under the chlorinated water.

Spencer could feel his breath caught in his throat as he could feel the warmth radiating off of your body even in the cold water, the mere idea of having any inch of your bare skin against his had waves of electricity coursing through all two hundred and six of his bones. His face was flushed, the idea of even the slightest touch overpowering his many ways to avoid getting hard.

There was no hiding it as you pushed him under the water, feeling his hard cock graze your leg the minute he went under. Your cheeks were hot the minute he came back up, mouth parted slightly. “Are you- Are you hard right now?” 

“W-what?!” Spencer squeaked. You’d caught him. Fuck. “I-I.. No! Why would you think that?”

“Because you aren’t very good at hiding it!” Your voice was a higher octave, yet you still stayed put. “I’m sorry.” The man was humiliated, which wasn’t what you wanted in the slightest. You’d had a lot of fun tonight, you didn’t want an awkward encounter to ruin the relationship you two had.

“You don’t have to be sorry.” Even though the privacy fence covered everything, you were glancing around the backyard anyway. “Do you uh.. Do you want help with it?” 

The question nearly knocked the wind out of Spencer. “In the pool??” He asked, face now a deep shade of red while he bit his inner cheek. 

“Nobody will know.” You added on soon after while offering a smile, arms around his shoulders as you made an effort to pull yourself closer. You weren’t expecting this in the slightest when you made plans tonight but hey, that’s the beauty of life.

After a tense silence, Spencer was the one to take that first leap, his lips crashing into yours. It was rushed, desperate. He needed you, he knew that much. As you reciprocated the feverish kiss, it wasn’t long until your hand was sliding between your bodies. “You’re sure that you want this?” The words were muffled against his lips considering he just would not let you pull away. 

“I do. I do. Please..” He whined, hips lightly bucking as your hand was resting the prominent bulge in the underwear he’d gotten in with. Hearing him beg sent a round of arousal through your body, head nodding as you were letting your hand gently slide down the waistband. This rush of confidence was new for you, for sure. Regardless, you had your hand slowly wrapping around his hard cock, hand slowly pumping along the shaft that was standing at full attention. 

Spencer’s eyes were squeezed shut, mouth agape as a series of shallow breaths and whines were escaping his lips. “Ah~” He shivered, your hand moving faster under the water as you leaned forward to press a few soft kisses against his neck, loving the way his body reacted to the smallest of touches. It was like he’d been deprived of touch for years.

Then again, he was a sweet and awkward little thing so you figured it made sense he wasn’t exactly getting touched as much as he’d like.

As your hand dragged along his cock, you lifted your head from the crook of his neck to take in every reaction.”Does it feel good Spencer?” It was an obvious question but you so desperately needed to hear that whiny voice. 

“Y-yes.” His voice was breathy, cheeks red as he bucked his hips into your hand while letting his head fall against your shoulder, face nuzzling in your neck. “I-I’m gonna-” He panted against your skin, making you squeeze the base of his cock before picking up the pace of your hand. 

You knew he was far gone the moment he bit down on your shoulder to suppress a cry, however it didn’t really muffle much as he was cumming from your touch. “There we go.. Good job.” You cooed, hand slowly slowing down before your hand was pulled from his boxers.

However the time was short lived whenever you felt the light of the back porch turn on, both of you nearly having a heart attack as you both turned around. “What the hell are you both doing in my backyard?” 

“Swimming.” You and Spencer both rushed to speak, faces bright red. 

“I’m gonna pretend like I didn’t see you both and give you time to get out of my backyard. Don’t let me catch you sneaking in here again.” David grunted while narrowing his eyes at the both of you. “You’re getting billed for when I get this pool cleaned as well.” He huffed, turning around to go back inside.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Beauty & the Beast's Christmas

This is simply a fan translation and is not intended as a replacement for the game. Expect grammatical errors. Not proofread.

Gilbert von Obsidian's story (JP) from the last collection event.

~ I'd love to give you a Christmas gift, and yet ~

On Christmas night, everything outside the window was covered in pure white snow.

Gilbert: “Here, this is my Christmas gift for you.”

Suddenly, Gilbert hugged me from behind and attached a brooch to the neckline of my dress.

Gilbert: “I tried to make it with you in mind.”

Emma: “Wow, thank you! It’s so cute.”

The brooch, depicting a baby rabbit with colorful gems, was delicately crafted and beautiful.

Although I should have been happy about it, I’m currently preoccupied with something else.

(I haven’t prepared a gift for him. What should I do?)

Gilbert: “Hm? Why the long face? Aren’t you happy?”

Emma: “I’m happy! But I haven’t prepared anything for you.”

Gilbert: “Oh, so you were worried about that after all.”

Emma: “It’s not like that. I wanted to go shopping, but you forbade me from going out.”

Gilbert: “I can’t let you go to a crowded city right before Christmas.”

Gilbert: “Unless you don’t mind me being jealous.”

(He’s saying things like that again.)

(It feels unfair that he’s the only one giving a gift.)

Emma: “I also wanted to give you a gift since Christmas only comes once a year.”

(Is there anything I can at least prepare?)

(I’ve already made a Christmas cake, but it doesn’t feel special enough to call it a gift.)

Emma: “I got it! Gil, I’m going back to my room to write a letter.”

(I get the feeling that he's the kind of person who treasures even old letters.)

(I'm sure he'll accept it.)

Gilbert's red eyes lit up with happiness all of a sudden.

Gilbert: "You're going to write me a letter?"

Emma: "Yes! I'll write it quickly and bring it to you."

Gilbert: "What are you talking about? You can write it here."

Emma: "What? Write it here now?"

Gilbert: "Yes, right here, right now."

(It's way too embarrassing to write a letter in front of the person you're sending it to!)

He smiled and quickly prepared a piece of paper and a quill.

(He closed off any escape route in an instant!)

Reluctantly sitting in front of the desk, I gripped the quill, and he stood close behind me.

Emma: "Um, it's hard to write with you staring at me like that."

Gilbert: "It's okay. Just pretend I'm not here and write."

Emma: "It's not that easy..."

Despite my protest, it was clear that he wouldn't listen, so I mustered the courage to write.

("Dear Gilbert...")

Gilbert: "Isn't it supposed to be 'To my beloved Gilbert'?"

(Ugh...)

With every sentence I wrote, he interjected with advice or suggestions.

Gilbert: "Hey, what's wrong? Your pen stopped."

Gilbert: "How about writing more about the things you love about me or using words of love?"

(That's impossible. It's too embarrassing!)

Emma: "Doing that in front of you is just too much!"

Gilbert: "Oh, little rabbit is so shy. Should I make it less embarrassing for you?"

Emma: "Are you going to move away from me?"

I turned my head in anticipation, only to have my lips captured in a sudden kiss.

His tongue stirred my mouth passionately, igniting a warm sensation throughout my body.

Gilbert: "See? Now, it's not embarrassing anymore. But your hand has stopped, so hurry up and write."

Emma: "I really can't do this!"

(I’m even more embarrassed than I was earlier!)

Gilbert: “You’re going to give me a present, right? I’m really looking forward to it, so do your best.”

Emma: “If that’s the case, please don’t tease me.”

Gilbert: “Ahaha! Ordering me around, huh? Emma, you’re quite fearless.”

He laughed and slowly bit my earlobe, causing me to squirm.

Then he opened the collar of my dress and bit my shoulder.

Emma: “Gil, writing it down is pretty difficult, so I’m just gonna say it in words.”

Gilbert: “No. I like letters. So, come on, write until the end.”

Gilbert: “While you write the letter, I’ll tell you words of love.”

Gilbert: “Fufu. I love how even when you’re in a bind and at a loss, you still won’t let go of the pen.”

Emma: “You’re so unfair.”

(No matter how many words I write, Gilbert always manages to surpass them.)

(But I can’t lose. Right now, I want to convey all the overflowing love in my heart to him.)

I continued to express my feelings for my beloved in a letter while accepting the unstoppable sweet evil.

➟ Ikepri Translation Masterlist

[astrologylunadream]

Someone Wants To Comfort You Right Now📱🌪🖤 (Pick a card/Tarot reading)

Hello, this is Lunadream✨ This reading is meant to turn your sadness⛈ into sunshine🌤! Hopefully it works, we will find who is reaching out to comfort you and why~♡ hope you find your message📬🖤

Notice: Only take what resonates because the most important thing is your own judgement!♡ If anything doesn't resonate, don't worry! It's not your message right now <3 (Entertainment purpose only. All rights reserved)

Now, shall we begin~? ^w^ Think deeply how you feel right now, and pick whichever pile that fits the energy you're feeling~✨

Pile 1🧤

Pile 2🦋

Pile 3☯

Pile 4💀

Take your time and choose carefully with the heart~♡

On to the readings —> ☆✨🖤

Pile 1🧤

Sign energy: Indecision, Violence, Impact, Chemistry, South node, Virgo, Pisces, Jupiter, 8th house, Vertex, 🔪🩱🗞🤒

🌧Your energy: Aww you guys I just want to give this pile a big hug🖤 You have been through a LOT in the past, and now you don't even know what to think of it. Some of you are Virgo, Pisces, Sagittarius and Scorpio. You have been hurt by others before, I am specifically called to say Virgo. Now this could be 6th house placements as well but you have been in some painful situations in the past, I'm so sorry but if you have been subjected to violence this is definitely your pile. You may have had huge intense feelings for those who only made you suffer, and used you for their own benefits. You could have been involved in a news article or have been associated with someone who made an impact on the news (I feel called to say someone being arrested, or violating the law). You may have a comfort stuffed animal, or have a comfort playlist. You have been hurt from close connections and experiences with intimacy. You may fear fate and feel like you are destined to be hurt (that is NOT true😰), I feel like this pile tends to tolerate a lot even if they shouldn't, you say you're fine when you are not fine😭 My pile 1's need to heal and be happy because you have dealt with sucking it up for too long.

🖤Who wants to comfort you: Vent, Event, Book, Seen, Eyebrows, 6th house, Pisces, Aries, Water, 12th house, 🤚🩹💙👸 Omg this may be someone who sees you often or at a regular spot, you may be unaware of them or not know much about them. Virgo, Pisces and Aries energy is coming through. This is a very mysterious person, they really want to hear you vent and let it all out. This could be your therapist, someone you have booked a session with or a scheduled a venting event (a vent event lmao what am I saying) this is someone who may have raised an eyebrow about your situation, they could be very nosy about your current state but only because they are worried about you. This is a spiritual and devine encounter for them to reach out to you, they want to send you love and healing.💌 I am called to say they wanna tell you "you are a queen, keep going and don't let anyone stop you from healing"👑 lmao, well they are right. This is a very spiritual individual, I'm getting that they read books a lot. They wish you would tell someone trustworthy how you are feeling, and what you have been through. This person wishes they could bandage your emotional wounds and help you up onto a pedestal of protection and strength. My god this is a really sweet person.🥺🖤

📬Messages from them: You and them, I wish you felt the same, I want to take your pain away, Ugh, I want to make you happy, I've seen other people, You have this look in your eyes, I can't believe it (😢💙💙) Extra cards: Previous, Finger, Order, Angel, Sweet, Neptune, Taurus, 9th house, 10th house, Scorpio (This could be a guardian angel for some of you♡⭐)

Thank you my pile 1's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!✨

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 1 with the gloves emoji~🧤 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading💙

Pile 2🦋

Sign energy: Father, Compulsive, Yellow, Fox, Passion, South node, Pluto, 5th house, 7th house, Air, 🕳🧠♑🔪

🌧Your energy: Alright my lovely pile 2's your situation is complex rn, I definitely see some you guys falling back into repeated cycles. Scorpio/Leo/Libra/Taurus placements, Pluto in the 5th house for some of you. Capricorn is coming out but I feeling a strong energy of hating Capricorn or those traits. If you like the color yellow this could be a confirmation💛 Some of you may have issues with authority or tend to rival those with power or control. Now this pile may have had a father (or more dominant parent) that you hate/don't get along with well. You have a mind of your own and you hate getting manipulated with it. You have experienced people in positions of power being very conniving and selfish, and you wish to have power over these people in order to protect yourself. My pile 2's have a very negative outlook on those that tell others what to do, but this is for a good reason. You don't want to support those who have power over you and others and especially choose to do bad things with it. In the past you may have felt very imbalanced or unfair, could be through your childhood. You often feel powerless or fall into the same connections and mind games, and omg you just wanna cut ties!!😫🔪✂️

🖤Who wants to comfort you: Position, Accident, Compliment, Far away, Late, South node, 9th house, Cancer, Juno, 5th house, ⛓🏝😔✔ Hmmm okay over all this is a very caring energy like you guys someone does really care for you rn💙 They may not be near you physically but they are comforting you the best they can. They want to protect and keep you safe especially from an emotional standpoint, this is a message for only some in this pile but I'm called to say that if you have been dating around or having casual meetings and not wanting to be in a committed romantic relationship, this person is telling you that you are at a point where you need to find a potential committed partner that will keep you safe because they are saying you may not find another chance.🥺♡ Now for some others in this pile this is someone you are refusing to commit to, and have been holding it off for a long time. A romantic connection is possible. You feel distant to this person whatever the case, as if you are on a deserted island far away. This person feels the need to find you my pile 2's, they also wish they could tell you how great you've done and how much you have learned.🤗 They hope you will be free from your mental chains and heal somewhere it is safe. This could be someone from college/university or an educator, they are very well cultured I'm hearing. Could have been an accidental meeting, this is someone from your past.

📬Messages from them: Have you heard of me? Imagine us together, Look at me, Your emotions are to intense, I knew you would feel this way, You might get hurt, You look to good to be sad, I feel so left out, (omg😭) Extra cards: Dating, Fit, Chains, Beauty & the beast, 12th house, Libra, Cancer, Neptune, 3rd house

Thank you my pile 2's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!✨

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 2 with the butterfly emoji~🦋 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading💙

Pile 3☯

Sign energy: Frozen, Chiron, Gossip, Soul connection, Over, Jupiter, Saturn, Air, Juno, Mars, 🎀🔜♏🧱

🌧Your energy: My pile 3's are thinking of someone right now🙈💗 I'm seeing some very cold energy though, some of you may have ended a relationship recently!! Something that hurt you greatly and now you will be healing to the fullest😩💙 This was most likely a romantic connection, and now you are putting your walls up from any kind of power dynamics, gossip, and mistreatment. I'm getting that for some of my pile 3's this was a Scorpio partner you chose to shut out. You are still stuck on that connection though, and I'm hearing you can't get over them (especially if you guys were intimate). You may have had a soulmate connection with someone but you have blocked yourself from having those types of connections because you don't want to make the same mistakes.😥😢 Sagittarius, Pisces, Capricorn, Scorpio and air placements. You may be the type to be really into pink adorable aesthetics, or love dressing up cute as a way to cope. You have been through a lot of rumors, others talking about you especially behind your back. But omg my pile 3's you are going through a transformation soon!!🦋 You will finally set yourself apart from things that don't serve you, and you will be strict on who you let in your life. This could happen really soon watch out for jupiter transiting in your chart especially the 8th house!!

🖤Who wants to comfort you: November, Mad, Purple, Sleep, Release, Gemini, South node, Earth, 2nd house, Lilith, 💼☯🍬🧳 Ahhh my pile 3's this is someone from your past, they are reaching out you at this very moment!! OMG this could be the romantic connection you releasee and disassociated with🤯😱😱 I'm getting that this person feels you are "sleeping" on the relationship, and it is "driving them mad" wow. But they want to comfort you right now, they want you to rest, and leave all of the bad energy and negativity you have experienced, to take care of yourself💓 This is someone who is willing to pay for pile 3's sorrows, they would buy whatever they could to make you happy again..🥺😖💙 Gemini and Taurus energy. I feel like this person is very guilty about something, especially the past. The month november could be significant or that is when they are coming to you, perhaps this connection was separated during the month. Now this person does not want things to get worse for you, they really think about you often. I'm getting that they see you as their other half, their dark/light side. I think they know they messed things up, but they want to let go of the past and they want you to focus on self care and relaxing, ridding yourself from bad vibes.😊💤💙

📬Messages from them: In your imagination, I feel bad, Thank you for everything, Tell me why you're sad, I don't want to break your heart, Take your time, I want to learn more about you, We're both lovers even if it's subconscious (My pile 3's your person wants you to feel comforted rn🥺😭) Extra cards: Optimist, Amusement park, Safe, Treat, Difference, North node, Earth, 4th house, Aquarius, Capricorn

Thank you my pile 3's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!✨

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 3 with the yin & yang emoji~☯ Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading💙

Pile 4💀

Sign energy: My love, January, Maze, Restriction, Style, 2nd house, South node, Cancer, 7th house, 3rd house, 🩲🦀🧜‍♀️🧍‍♀️

🌧Your energy: I'm getting such siren vibes from this pile, like so magnetic and attractive.🖤 Very hot vibe for this pile haha~ Taurus, Cancer, Libra, and Gemini Gemini placements such feminine energy for you guys <3 Love has been on your mind recently, but I think you have tried to push away relationships a little or not allow yourself to fall into emotions with romantic connections. You are a very stylish and unique, from the way you dress to the people you're around. You love shopping and buying clothes and accessories~ you may flaunt your outfits in selfies🛍🕶🖤 I feel you attract romantic attention effortlessly from your style and the way you express yourself.😍 You don't let yourself have intense feelings because in the past you would get lost in them easily. You enjoy talking about things you like, but you never say what's really bothering you deep down.⛈ Emotions are difficult for you, especially repressing them. No one really sees what goes on under your cool exterior, but you have a soft side to you.💕

🖤Who wants to comfort you: Age, 2nd house, Distance, Choice, Secret admirer, Juno, Venus, Jupiter, Libra, 10th house, 🤷‍♀️📱💚😓 Omg omg this is someone you are not romantically involved with but they have a thing for my pile 4's for real🤯🖤🖤🖤 Ahh they could be older than you by a few years, but they are not someone you are familiar with. You may not know this person at all but they are a potential life partner for you guys it's crazy but this is someone very secretly attracted to you guys, they may have seen you from social media or somewhere online.🥰 This person actually wants to step up and comfort you!! The type to take all your baggage and worries and sweep you off your feet, give you everything you need I mean spoil you...😍💸🛍 My pile 4's this person wants to comfort you now even if you don't know each other yet they wanna be there for you. I'm hearing they want you to distance yourself from social media or using your phone to much, they want you to take breaks and do other things you like. This person hopes to send you love in some way and comfort you, l mean they are so sweet even with the distance between you guys that like doesn't bother them because they just want you to feel better.💓 Definitely someone you will see as marriage material, this is someone with lots of money so they can buy you whatever you want🙈💸💸💸🖤

📬Messages from them: Now is not the time, You shouldn't keep things to yourself, We're too different, Tell me what's been bothering you, Have you heard of me? Tell me the truth, Give it to me, Don't tell anyone (Omg just themmm😍😫🖤) Extra cards: Below, Union, Perfect, Release, Peace, 11th house, 4th house, Air, 2nd house, North node (Omg they see a family🏠 and marriage💍 with you they want to comfort you the second you guys meet it's so romantic they just wanna take good care of you...😭😭💞🖤)

Thank you my pile 4's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!✨

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 4 with the skull emoji~💀 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading💙

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Thanks for reading! \(*^w^)/💌 -Lunadream <3

[mysteriousmissfsart]

Twisted Wonderland Rambles #11

The halloween update is here!

It has brought us something I was expecting at some point and a complete surprise that makes me so happy I want to cry!

First of all, we have a Nightmare before Christmas themed event, which I expected at some point and I love it. We get to see Jack, Sally and Zero! (From what I could see as I skipped through the chapters this morning) (Do tell me if you've found translations and where I could read them as well!)

I remember being scared of the movie as a kid but as I grew up, I also grew to love these characters and their story. I don't know why I was scared and I haven't watched it since I was a kid and was scared of it. I'm planning on actually watching it now as an adult.

Having this event in the game is a dream come true but one thing I wasn't expecting was to get a character based of off Jack Skellington this early!

Here he is!

Say hello to our new Twisted boy, Skully/Scully J. Graves! (Still unsure of the spelling but we'll find out in due time.)

Isn't he just perfectly imperfect to the point where you just want to squish him into a hug and give him the world- OKAY, I'LL STOP.

Guess how much more perfect he is?

Here:

Do you know the voice actor for this guy?

And this guy?

Yeah, his name is Kappei Yamaguchi and he voices our new boy Skully. (I'll use this spelling, it kinda matches with how Jack's name is spelled)

Suprised, right?

Well, I silently screamed in happiness because I've missed Kaito so much and was blessed with Skully. Kappei Yamaguchi uses the same voice he does for Kaito which suits Skully surprisingly well. It feels like he'll be an extravagant and goofy guy which reminds me a lot of Kaito's personality. I love them both!

I literally had my mom and my siblings listen to him speak and tell me if they recognized his voice and my mom recognized the voice! This is the best thing ever!(My mom loves Detective Conan and a lot of other anime series) I am planning on saving up for when he's available but I'm currently saving for Malleus's birthday card-

Anyway,

Here are some more screenshots from the first few chapters!

Malleus looks so good!!!! I really wanted him to have an SSR because I want to see him with art of Jack Skellington. But hey, it works out in my favor. It's a lot easier for me to stop myself from spending my keys and diamonds until his birthday banner.

Next!

Here he is! The star of the show and one of my fave Disney characters! (Even though I haven't watched the movie since my irrational bout of fear as I said earlier) He looks awesome!

Next!

Look at Zero! He's so cute!!!!!! I did see him chasing Grim around LOL. They'll get along eventually!!

Sadly I didn't have the time to screenshot Sally but I'll do it later and upload some more screenshots. I've also just realized that I didn't crop out the phone screen thingy that appears at the bottom of the screen, ugh. Sorry about that! I'll just have to leave it as is. I might come back and fix it later.

One last screenshot!

Skully J. Graves and Jack Skellington standing side by side. What an awesome sight! No, like, really, I love this. It just looks awesome and it's crazy that I get to see this with my own eyes.

Can someone tell me what that thing on Skully's head is? Is that a headbeand? If it is, that's a sick headbeand and I want one.

Also, I'm curious as to why he's wearing sunglasses? Could it be that his eyes are sensetive to light or maybe he's hiding them for some reason???? I'm really curious about that and whether we'll find out about that . I hope he takes the glasses off at some point.

Anyway,

This is what I wanted to share currently and I'm curious about what you think and if you have any theories about how this event will turn out!

Can't wait to hear what you think!

[haru-s-afterlife]

[KR Translation] AfterL!fe Drop Event Story

♡Disclaimer!♡ This post contains the unreleased event story from AfterL!fe.

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ A winter’s day dream, SeolMong

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ From Chapter 1 - 2 ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

⋆❆⋆ Preview: The 14th department is suffering from extreme cold due to the climate in the otherworld. While everyone is having an equally hard day, Verine suffers from the flu and can barely fall asleep. However, in his dream, Verine discovers a secret to treat this cold….

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⋆❆⋆ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 : 𝐀𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞

Verine: *cough cough*

[Due to the current abnormal climate beyond the underworld, severe cold waves have been plaguing daily life. Elderly people or people with weak health status are advised to refrain from going out, and pay special attention to maintaining their body temperature and their overall health.]

Quincy: “Ugh seriously! The sound of you coughing is so loud I’m gonna die!”

Verine: *Cough cough!* “It’s not like I want to cough either!” *cough cough*

Quincy: “Like this, this weakling is gonna pass his flu to me. I’ll have to change rooms or something!”

Verine: “Yeah yeah, you can move rooms as you wish-” *cough cough*

Quincy: “Oh? Even if I wasn’t allowed to, I would still do it!”

Verine: “Instead of being concerned that I got flu, he rather scolds me…..”

Verine: “I’ve been shut here for days and these moths…I’m so sick of it I can’t stand it.”

Verine: (....Let’s do some reading then.)

Mori: “Freeze! Why are you moving, Verine?”

Verine: “....Why I’m moving, you ask? Now I can’t even move freely in my own room?” *Cough cough cough!!!*

Mori: “Don’t tell me you’re coming my way?”

Verine: “....There’s a bookshelf behind you. I’m bored and wanna read some books but why are you-” *cough cough cough*

Mori: “Oops! Wait a second! I’ll first move to the other side and give you a sign, then come along, got it?”

Verine: “?!?!”

Mori: “Could you please keep a safe distance? Isn’t it too pitiful if I got the flu from you because we’re dormmates?”

Verine: “This really is annoying….”

Verine: “Forget it. I don’t even wanna read books anymore-” *cough cough cough*!!!

Verine: “Should I just disappear or something…”

Verine: (This is the worst….and the only person who truly cares for me is no one else but just Miss Manager- *cough cough!!* )

Verine: (But even she got sick and is resting….I’ve got no one now)

Even if I can’t open my eyes tomorrow, no one will care….

Because I’m useless no matter where I am anyway….

I wish I could just disappear like this

Verine: “Huh….where am I….”

Verine: “Ah..! The whole world is covered in snow….a dream?”

Everett: “How is it? Doesn’t your body feel much lighter?”

Verine: “Uh…who is this? Since you mentioned it, my body does indeed feel light.”

Verine: “I’m not even coughing…! I’m not even cold! What is happening?!”

Everett: “The effects of the ampoule appears immediately. People who used to be in poor health feel changes more quickly.”

Verine: “Ampoule?”

Everett: “Yes, it’s thanks to that ampoule you’re holding. With just one drop of this mysterious ampoule, you can overcome cold forever.”

Verine: “I can’t believe this…you’re saying it’s all because of this ampoule?”

Verine: (If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.)

Verine: “I only have painful memories of my life. Wherever I went, I was looked down upon as a nuisance….”

Verine: “Even if this is a foolish and vain anticipation, it is what it is.”

Verine: “I’ll do anything to not be in pain like I always do. That’s why please…help me.”

Everett: “Is that so? Then please remember that I shall call you from now on.”

Verine: “!!!”

*Ssuk- ssuk*

[T/N: dream sequence ends, back to dorm]

Mori: “Ugh….who is up this early in the morning….”

Mori: “....Mr. Verine…?”

Mori: “Is he planning to spend this month so diligently?”

Mori: (This is my first time seeing him with such a serious expression….What on earth is he planning?)

*Ssuk-*

Mori: “Hmm, this is the note Mr. Verine was writing this morning. No one’s here so it’s not bad for me to take a peek, right~”

Mori: “Huh? What is this…”

35, 22, 34….

I can’t remember the last number, what was it again….

If I find out, I’ll be free from this tedious pain

Mori: “A lottery number?...Did Mr. Verine dream of the right number coming out…?”

Mori: “Or is it about a treasure hidden since a long time….”

Mori: “Oh well...smells like money, smells like money.”

[T/N: scene switches to the portal room]

Verine: “Cough, should I just type it here….”

This location is not registered in the portal. Please verify and re-enter.

Verine: “Ugh….I don’t care. I’m going anyway.”

Verine: “I’m done with people who don’t consider me, it’s over! C’mon, c’mon!”

Beep!

The portal is open. Caution. Unverified forced action may be considered as policy violation and may result in disciplinary action.

Verine: “Phew….finally now….”

Mori: “Where are you heading in such a hurry, Mr. Verine?”

Verine: *!!Cough, cough, cough!!!*

Verine: “Ack- hey- you scared me” *cough cough cough!!!*

Mori: “Why are you so scared? You hiding some treasure somewhere?”

Mori: “You’ll be free from pain if you go there, huh….”

Verine: “You read my notes?” *cough!*

Heading towards unregistered destination. Countdown 3- 2- 1-

Mori: “Mr. Verine, I don’t think it’s the time to be angry with me, portal’s opening soon.”

Verine: “!!!”

*Sssing-*

Verine: *cough cough cough*

Verine: “Ahhh-”

*Verine passes out*

Mori: “Ah, Mr. Verine, wake up!”

Mori: “Sigh….as expected, it’s gonna be a lot of work.”

Mori: “Even so, gotta be patient for a while until he leads me to the treasure at least.”

⋆❆⋆ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 : 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

Verine: “Ugh….*cough* my head…where am I….”

Verine: (Oh my! It’s the place I saw in my dreams….it really is a real place!)

Mori: “Are you back? You were asleep for a while there.”

Verine: “Mori…? You followed me to here?”

Mori: “Follow? Mr. Verine should be grateful to me. What would you have done if it weren’t for me? You’d be already eaten by monsters.”

Mori: “This Mori has come here unnoticed.”

Verine: “You really followed me just because you thought you might find some sort of treasure here?”

Mori: “I wonder what unfortunate things you’re saying? I simply came here because I was afraid Mr. Verine would be stranded alone in a foreign land.”

Verine: “Sure….like weren’t treating me like a contagious bacteria just because I was coughing.”

Verine: “.....Forget it, what’s with the white outfit? Even a hood on your head.”

Mori: “This? We were wearing this as soon as we arrived here. Everything changed. Like a protective color barrier.”

Verine: “Protective color?”

Verine: (Now that I think about it, even in my dream, I was wearing white clothes like this……)

Mori: “Look around, this whole place looks like it’s filled with snow entities. We have to protect ourselves here.”

Mori: “That’s why, tell me the real reason you came here, Mr. Verine.”

Mori: “You have to tell me your purpose so I can help you with all I can.”

Verine: “.....”

Verine: “....Ampoule.”

Verine: “It’s because of the ampoule.”

Mori: “Ampoule?”

Verine: “I saw it in my dreams. If I went to the location of this coordinates, I could get an ampoule that will keep me out of cold forever.”

Verine: “Mori, just what are you thinking….”

Mori: “That’s all?”

Verine: *cough cough* “What did you think it was then?”

Mori: “Aha….”

Mori: “No, it’s nothing….”

Mori: (Now that it has come to this, I guess I’ll have to wind up something with ampoules. It looks like a seasonal business, if this climate continues….the profits might not be bad.)

Verine: “What is that smile…creepy.”

*step step step*

Verine: “Slow down! Slow- *cough cough*”

Mori: “Are you afraid the monsters will notice you? If it weren’t for the coughing, it wouldn’t have been very noticeable.”

Verine: (Ugh, look at this. He acted like he was caring for me but after finding out it was simply because of ampoule, he immediately shows his true colors. Give me a break.)

Verine: “Seriously so insensitive.”

*step*

Mori: (The monster turned its head…!)

Verine: *cough cough cough*

Mori: “It’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming.”

Snow monster: *roar*

Verine: *cough*

Mori: (!!Mr. Verine!!)

Snow Monster: “Who are you…I’ve never seen this face before…”

Mori: “Please, please, please…!”

Verine: “Oh, hello- *cough* we came from an ice cave in the far north.”

Verine: “We’re not here to harm you, just to ask for help….can you help us if you don’t mind?”

Mori: (No what the heck are you thinking reaching out to a literal monster?)

Snow Monster: “That….”

Mori: “He's still?”

Mori: “He grabbed his hands?”

Snow Monster: “You don’t look like a danger….good.”

Verine: “....Thanks, *cough cough*”

Mori: (Friends all of a sudden?)

Mori: (No wait..! Where is the monster he’s supposed to be?)

Verine: “...Then can you guide us the way to the ampoule?”

Snow Monster: “I understand. Follow me grr….”

Mori: “Mr. Verine, wouldn’t it be better if you tell me that you already saw this in your dreams?”

Mori: “Who knew there would be such a non-aggressive monster?”

Verine: “Just because there’s no aggression towards some people doesn’t mean it doesn’t hold any aggression at all *cough cough*”

Mori: “Hah, is this what they mean by monsters also discriminate?”

Mori: (Great. Since it has come to this, I have no choice but to make the monster join my side too. Cooking up such a one-dimensional monster is a piece of cake for this Mori.)

Mori: “Mr. monster? It seems fate has made us meet like this. So, let’s be close buddies from now on, okay?”

Snow Monster: “Grr…go way!”

Mori: “Ack-”

Mori: (He’s even gritting his teeth.)

Verine: (...I wonder if even monsters can sense someone’s real intention. Right, those true colors- *cough cough*)

Mori: “Uh….”

Snow Monster: “Here grr…..”

Verine: “Wow…it’s an ampoule tree…”

Mori: “Woah, it looks much dazzling than I thought, huh?”

Verine: “It’s blinding *cough cough*”

Everett: “Hello. I heard you were looking for this ampoule.”

Verine: (It’s the person from my dreams..!)

Verine: “Yes, that ampoule- *cough cough*”

Everett: “Now, take this.”

Verine: “....You’ll give it to us this easily? Not even knowing who we are?”

Mori: (What are you doing, Mr. Verine? Don’t just touch a suspicious thing.)

Everett: “However, you look pretty tired. Where did you come from?”

Verine: *cough cough* “We came from an ice cave from far north….”

Everett: (Hmm, as far as I know, there’s no one there?)

Everett: “Ah, is Mr. Elliot okay there? I heard he was involved in an accident some time ago, I don’t know if he even recovered well. What kind of accident was it…”

Verine: “....accident…”

Mori: “Ah~~ Yes, now that you said it, we haven’t seen Mr. Elliot in a while. We’ll let you know about him as soon as we get back.”

[T/N: oh my god this liar hahaha]

Verine: “...Well then, I’ll gratefully accept the ampoule.”

*Everett grabs Verine*

Everett: (Wait, these guys are outsiders.) Verine: “!!!! *cough cough cough* !!”

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Next parts are still in wip but i'll update as soon as i can ! sorry for disappearing and thank you to who are still here <3

[crguang]

feel like the only way i can see kafhime be so soft is if we go with an AU where kafhime got together before astral express and stellaron hunters. and they broke up due to their opposing natures as astral express and stellaron hunters are symbolized to the opposites of one another in many ways, including their path.

astral express cares about the journey while stellaron hunters care about the ending. and they break up on a bitter note and go with their life.

EXACTLYYYYYYY UGH!!!! i feel like such a contrarian cause everyone loves kfhm but unless they met before a LOT of things happened canonically and have some sort of history they make no senseeee, kafka is everything himeko hates. himeko is everything kafka could never bother to be. the SH and the express crew are ultimately working for the same goal but the SH are undeniably more selfish about it, and they believe that the end justifies the means when that’s not a value of the express crew at all. trailblaze vs finality. their core values don’t align and that’s what’s so interesting about their relationship with each other and the TB, who’s known both sides (even if they cant remember they still have a relationship with the SH). characterization wise i just don’t see canon himeko letting her guard down for someone like kafka and vice versa, i think the destroying planets part would be enough for her to never wanna see kafka again personally

it’s also what currently irks me about how the stellaron hunters are perceived in the game, they have everybody be friends when they shouldn’t be like😭 in the recent event march is acting all buddy buddy with silver wolf like she wasnt ready to leave the luofu to deal with their stellaron crisis alone just because kafka was the one telling them to go there… like she got so heated seeing kafka but SW helps her out once (cause she’s the TB’s friend) and suddenly there’s no animosity towards what the SH do, i don’t get it. and it’s not himeko’s politeness towards firefly to work towards a common goal (saving penacony) either, she was trying to cheer her up and everything like what’s going on… what happened to “we’re not your friends why should we care”?😭

i also recently saw one of topaz’s voice lines about them and it’s just something like “i’m not familiar with their work but they have an excellent credit score”… YOU WORK FOR THE IPC?????? in kafka’s trailer she literally breaks into pier point (ipc hq) and kills a bunch of them. you’re telling me she doesnt give a fuck?… i get that she only works for one division of the ipc but how is she not familiar with some of their work like that sounds so stupid. jade i understand because that woman is evil herself so im not surprised she sees the SH as an opportunity/investment rather than condemn their actions. but it’s just crazy because you don’t get a 10.99 billion dollars bounty playing with kittens. i feel like the natural reaction to them would be “i don’t like those guys actually” but no one cares😭😭 it’s a little annoying bc i love that the SH aren’t good people but they’re not treated with the ire they deserve and it’s lame. commit to the bit!!!!!

all that to say that himeko’s the one person i would never want to change her mind about them because her understanding/empathy should have its limits. their actions are despicableeee firefly can act as cute and shy as she wants, that machine probably has killed so many people bruh. they make their own choices and should be held accountable for them otherwise it’s just lame and there are no stakes to that story imo. ive had that on my chest for the longest time im sorry i used your ask to dump it all but omg it was annoying me so bad😭😭😭

[strawberryfairi]

Synopsis✨: The story of how you catch heavy feelings for the hot photography student, Shuji Hanma…even though you already have the perfect (fake) boyfriend.

Pairings: Photography Student! Shuji Hanma X Dance Major! Black Fem 🤎 Reader (ANYONE CAN READ🧚🏾‍♀️)  Content: Drama, lots of denial, angst, sneaky link, lots of cheating, mutual pining, unserious Shuji, controlling parents, forced relationships, romance, fighting, porn with a good plot vibes, intense sexual tension, etc (just find out the rest lol)

w.c: 5.4k💠 Released: April 8, 2024

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8; Stolen Away 偷偷溜走

3 Weeks Later (Next Month)

Tonight is a very..."special" evening for you and Ken. The two of you are currently riding together in an Uber to the private event being held at some random rich dudes mansion. Apparently he's some donor that's going to be slamming bucket loads of money onto the university. Why? Not really sure, then again, you don't really care.

On one hand you were really not excited about having to spend time around your mom and Ken's dad. The two of them together are just....ugh. Nitpicking and ridiculing every little thing the two of you do. Not holding hands? Problem. Not mingling enough? Problem. Mingling a little too much? Problem. It's freakin' ridiculous.

But of course, as usual, you suck it up and play nice. Something you're honestly very quickly getting tired of doing these days. But on the bright side, you look amazing, wearing a black mermaid style gown with silver sequins that form roses all over. A deep plunge, halter top design draws the eyes to your prominent collarbones, fully bare back, and cleavage. Black patent leather heels, with a diamonte small purse, finished with diamond drop earrings and a silver arm cuff around your left arm. In other words you're eating.

Now was this look possibly a little too sexy for such an event? Yeah, but it's a gown you've never gotten a chance to wear yet, so here you are. Your hair is up in a defined high puff ponytail, your bangs out in the front framing your face. Your hair kind of looked like Tinkerbell in your opinion, but the afro hair version.

When the two of you walked in together you quickly got into character, a small smile on your face as you look around the home. The lights are dim, not too dim, but definitely setting a vibe. A grand crystal chandelier greets you immediately upon walking through the front door, followed by a staircase that curls slightly leading to the next floor. The ceilings are high, and the house's color scheme consisted of deep red and gold. It's definitely an old home, maybe a pass down. There's soft music that plays in the background, Neo-classical style piano. It's an alright choice, Post-romantic style music would've fit the vibe better, but that's just you.

"Ahh! There they are!" Your ears perk at the sound of Ken's father's voice coming from the living room to the right. Ken sucks in a breath, trying to maintain the polite smile on his face as he leads you over and into the mix.

"Hey dad." He says softly, letting go of your hand to give him a guyish hug.

"Mr. Fujioka, I'd like you to meet my son Ken Ryuguji and his lovely girlfriend." His father smiles proudly, gesturing towards the two of you.

So this is the one that's donating to the school. Mr. Fujioka is an older man, grey hairs slicked back nicely with an expensive looking navy blue suit on. He has deep brown eyes, and a surprisingly kind smile. "It's nice to meet you sir. Thanks for having us here." Ken replies curtly, shaking the rich man's hand.

"Good evening Mr. Fujioka. It's a pleasure to meet you." You speak up finally, meeting his extended hand half way.

"The pleasure is all mine", Mr. Fujioka starts before leaning over towards Ken's right ear, lowering his voice down, "Now this beautiful woman right here's a keeper. Don't mess up what you've got, son." He advises, chuckling lightly as he leans away.

"I-I won't, sir." Ken actually blushes, surprising you more than the fact that this rich man was so kind.

Ken's dad continues small talk conversation with Mr. Fujioka, the two of them walking around together and inevitably blending into the mix of people. "Let's get a drink or somethin'." Ken says softly, already taking your hand and heading further into the house.

You notice a bunch of professors are here at this event, some mingling amongst each other with glasses of champagne in hand. To be honest, this whole thing was pretty boring. It's nothing but small talk conversations and bougie laughter all over the place. Everyone's standing around boasting about who's getting promoted and the board's new ideas to make the school a better experience.

At some point you had gotten sucked in to a conversation with the president of the university, a woman named Noriko Sato, while Ken was stopped by one of his professors. "H-hello Ms. Sato." You greet shyly, feeling a little nervous since this is the second time you've ever had a conversation with her, and the majority of it was just her talking to your mom while you just stood there awkwardly.

The woman can be a bit stony at times, and very bougie. Her smiles are always forced, and she has such a tight assed personality. Tonight she's wearing a forest green suit, (expensive looking like everyone else) and popped with white, and lastly, her signature red bottom heels. Her brunette hair is short, a bob look, with her bangs cut in a curtain style.

"Good evening. How are you?" She asks politely.

"Oh I'm good, how are you?" You answer with a more upbeat smile.

"I'm doing well." She replies softly with a nod, taking a tiny sip from her champagne glass.

A silence falls between the two of you, a very awkward one to be exact. You weren't really sure what to say to her, seeing as small talk isn't really your strong suit. Like, what else do you say after 'hey, how are you'? Nice weather we're having?! That's so cringy.

Then, with annoyingly perfect timing, your mom finally shows up.

"Sato! I'm so glad to run into you, and with my daughter no less!" Your mom beams, appearing from behind Ms. Sato.

"M/N, so good to see you tonight." Ms. Sato says with a smile, a bit more of a genuine smile than the one she had given you just seconds ago.

"Hi sweetie." Your mom says plainly, just as she joins your side.

"Hey ma." You smile, a sort of crooked smile as you try to keep your composure. This is the first time you've seen her in a bit over an entire month and she didn't even bother to give you a hug or anything. Just a weak ass greeting. You nearly wanted to explode at her, rant about how she needs to explain to you why she wasn't at the homecoming performance. It's not like you weren't going on and on about it every time you were able to talk to her about it or anything. You were hurt. It's the very first time you see her in a while and she barely reacts to your presence. What a mom...

"Ah, I watched the homecoming game and half time show. It was such a stunning performance." Ms. Sato says, cocking her brow towards you.

"I expect nothing less from my daughter. She is one of the top students in the dance department after all." Your mother boasts with a glance your way as she takes a sip from her own champagne glass. It took everything for you not to immediately roll your eyes.

"It was an amazing opportunity, Ms. Sato. I'm really happy with how everything turned-

You cut yourself off, eyes going fully wide as you notice Shuji on the far right side of the open living room. Blinking a few times you wonder if your mind was playing tricks on you, showing something that you wanted to see, but it was definitely real. There he was, standing over there with his camera resting in his hands, the strap around his neck as he looked down at the little screen.

Without even realizing, your eyes trail all over him, taking in his gorgeous outfit. It's the first time you've ever seen him so dressed up, wearing a black suit jacket and dress pants with a white button up shirt, topped off with a royal purple tie.

You notice instantly that his hair is much less messy looking, figuring he probably used some hair gel to keep it a bit more tamed down for the occasion. Gold rings adorned his pointer and ring fingers on each hand, and his signature golden drop earring went so well with his outfit, he just looked absolutely perfect. You could bet all the money in the world he smelled amazing too. Almost like a movie, his head lifts, making straight eye contact with you. Your heart nearly attempts to burst out of your chest as his eyes trap you in place.

It felt like it was just the two of you in the room out of nowhere, standing feet away under the dim lights of the old, luxurious mansion. Then all at the same time you feel the stresses of keeping appearances with Ken, your mom, and everyone else in your life disappear. It's just peaceful silence. But that didn't last very long at all...

The abrupt realization that you didn't finish your sentence and definitely just staring off somewhere behind the two of them, forces you to jump back into the conversation.

"W-With everything-..how-how everything turned out." You finish, clearing your throat as you rip your gaze away from Shuji's beautiful honey eyes, giving both Ms. Sato and your mom a polite smile.

Your mom and Ms. Sato both give you a weird look, Ms. Sato raising a brow a bit before letting it go. You notice your mom look a little annoyed at you, you'd probably hear from her about it later, as she always loves to give you 'reviews' about how you do at events like this or in general. "I'm gonna go and circle back with Ken. It was a pleasure talking with you." You chuckle awkwardly, slipping out of the conversation and dipping off into the next room before they could say anything.

"Where's he even at?" You whisper to yourself, searching around for your boyfriend. This was absolutely not the time for him to not be by your side, especially now that you know Shuji's here too. You needed Ken, needed him to stay by your side so neither you or Shuji (mostly Shuji) do something stupid that'll backfire in your face. A bunch of murmured "Excuse me's" slip passed your lips as you weave through people, not really sure where you were even going at this point.

After minutes of searching you'd just given up, ending up in some hallway that lead to what seemed like some guest bedrooms. In other words, an off limits area of the mansion. The lights were all off in this section, nothing but the dim warm lights from the party spaces behind you helped you see. You lean your back against the wall you were near, rubbing your chilly arms with your hands.

A feeling of deja vu hits you as you find a little spot to yourself. This was so similar to that frat party. Ken was off somewhere gone in the midst of the party while you were in some secluded spot, just sulking away. The only puzzle piece left now is-

"Hey doll." That familiar deep, sultry voice cuts through the soft silence.

You gasp, head snapping to the left, making eye contact with the one person you knew you shouldn't be around right now.

"Hello...random camera guy at the function that I've never met before in my life." You answer a bit strained.

"Never met before?! You're breakin' my heart." Shuji pouts, placing a hand over his chest.

"What're you doing here?! Don't you have people to go take pictures of or something?" You slightly whisper, trying to keep your voice low just in case anyone happens to come around.

"What are you doing here? 'Cause to me it seems like you were hopin' I'd find you back here." He grins, stepping closer to you. You jump back a bit, feeling a shiver trail down your spine as the scent of his intoxicating cologne finds its way to your nose. "No, that's not true. You need to go before someone catches you here with me." You urge with finality, looking around to make sure nobody was coming.

"Damn, I just get over here and you're already pushin' me away?" This time he seems to actually frown, a slightly offended look on his face. "Ken's here you know? My mom is here too. We cannot be caught together, like at all!" You stress, using your hands to make it more clear.

"They're not back here though." He says softly, taking your hand in his. You swallow, looking down at his big tattooed hand caging yours, then back up to his beautiful eyes. "Shuji..." You trail off tiredly, simply watching as he leans in till his lips are just barely touching yours. "You can't expect me to really leave you alone when you're walkin' around here lookin' like a damn goddess." He says lowly with a small grin on his lips.

You let out a flattered yet strained chuckle, heart fluttering as your brows crease in conflict. This man has to be temptation in human form. It's the only explanation for how he can so easily get you to throw away your self control and better judgement. He's gonna be the death of you, you're sure of it.

Then, in a moment of weakness, you lift your head, softly placing your lips onto his. Your free hand cups his cheek, basking in the way his lips move against yours. You didn't wanna stop, and you really wouldn't if you weren't obligated to be with someone else...

Shuji's hands glide down your body, leaving a sultry trail of electricity as they make their way to your ass. He deepens the kiss skillfully with his tongue, eliciting the most blissful moans from you. "Wait. We-..we can't do-...do this here." You stammer breathlessly between the kiss. He pulls away, giving you soft kisses along your jaw and down to your neck.

"That's funny, 'cause I was thinkin' we could do it right against this wall." He murmurs seductively against your hot skin.

"No, that's crazy! They'll hear us!" You argue through heavy breaths and light moans.

"If you don't keep quiet they will." He teases with a light chuckle, using a hand to cup and squeeze your breast. You let out a mix of a moan and airy huff of frustration. Maybe more sexual frustration than genuine annoyance if you're being totally honest.

"Shuji, I'm so serious, we cannot do this! You gotta stop playin' around! I'm gonna get in so much trouble, it-it's not even funny!" You stress anxiously.

"Then make me stop." He challenges, shifting the low cowl part of the front of your dress to the side, exposing your breast to the cool air. "What?" You whisper, completely caught off guard. "Stop me." He says again.

You're frozen, watching with an unholy mixture of nervous excitement as his tongue draws slow circles over your hardening bud, looking you right in the eyes as he does it. His other hand slides underneath the fabric, gently massaging your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb.

Welp...you terribly underestimated his level of recklessness and not giving a fuck for sure. This man's on a whole nother playing field. You weren't even close to brave enough to do something like this, and in public no less! Shuji Hanma is about it for real.

"Ok! Ok, wait wait wait! Let's just-..let's just do it after! Please, just wait till after this!"

30 Minutes Later

If you were bored earlier, you were completely over this event now. Thankfully you'd finally found Ken amongst the guys, chatting about sports related stuff and how the football team is doing. He seemed much more laidback now, less stiff as he talked. You just kinda stood there, not at all into the conversation as you needed some time to regain your composure after what nearly happened in that other room.

Every now and then Ken would hit you with a "Right babe?", to which you'd respond with a little "Mhm!" as enthusiastically as you could. You felt like those trophy wives in the movies, those women whose sole purpose is to just stand around quietly and be pretty, making your husband look good in front of the other men. For a moment you wonder if this is what your life is really gonna be like forever. How long would both of your parents want the two of you to be together? When college is over would you finally be free?

You look up at Ken, an unintentional frown on your face. You remember the first year with him, and how hard it was, trying with all your might to love him. It seemed like you were really the only one trying too, seeing as he barely tries to take any time and effort to really understand you and your interests. With Ken it's so hard to feel anything, he's from a whole different world. He loves all kinds of things that you don't, and you've tried to genuinely enjoy them for him, but it doesn't work like that. Ken's honestly right about one thing for sure, if you could leave him, you'd be gone in a flash and never look back even once.

What's scary about that is you feel less and less bad about it lately, specifically ever since meeting Shuji. Ken's still a human being with feelings, but so are you, and if he's honest he'd probably leave you too. Somehow during the chaos of homecoming night you stumbled upon someone that you'd rather spend every second of the day with over Ken, but can't. It feels like someone placed a chest full of all the riches in the world in front of you yet dangles the key to it right where you can't reach it. That's probably selfish, but it's truly how you feel.

"-..That's right! I got my little cheerleader right here."

Ken rips you out of your depressing thoughts, snaking an arm around your waist and looking down at you with a proud smile. The other guys make jokes about how he's so whipped, and found himself the perfect girl. Of course, you smile and chuckle along with them, leaning your head against Ken's chest for a moment.

Gosh...I hate pretending...

"Hey there Hanma! How's the still life project comin' along?"

Suddenly, your ears perk up at the name Hanma, head slightly turning to the left as you fully tune out of Ken's football talk. There was Shuji some feet to the left, almost perfectly in view if not for this tall man next to you, talking with some professor.

"Hey teach. 'S fine, I'm editing a few I like the most." Shuji responds, sounding genuinely nice.

"Good, good! I'm excited to see what you bring in; I really like what you do."

"Thanks." Shuji says with a small grin. "Where's your date?" He adds plainly.

"Where's yours?" His professor claps back in an amused tone.

"Ahh, got me there." The two of them chuckle a little before the conversation continues. They seem pretty cool with each other, this was the most chill conversation you've heard the entire night.

"Seriously though, you need to get yourself a girl. Somebody's gotta reign you in, wild child." The professor jokes. You listen closer as the two of them go silent. Wild child is correct....

"Oh don't tell me...there is someone already, isn't there?" His professor says mischievously, nudging Shuji's arm a few times. Your heart skips a beat, anxiously waiting for whatever Shuji's reply would be.

"Maybe." Shuji replies vaguely with a chuckle, shrugging a bit. Your breath catches in your throat at this point, mind racing about if this could actually be about you.

"Oh-hooooh! What's she like?" He asks with a proud grin.

"Bossy. Thinks she can tell me what to do all the time." Shuji comments plainly.

Involuntarily your head turns further to the left, a slight scowl on your face as you listen to his description. Why was his response so immediate? You are not bossy...

"And she always tries to act like she doesn't wanna be around me, even though it's obvious she does." He adds.

"Ohhh, you like those hard to get girls, huh?" His professor teases, nudging his arm playfully.

"Seems like it." Shuji grins with a little shrug.

"-when we get back, right babe? Babe?" Ken's voice and slight nudge on your right arm forces your eyes to peel away from Shuji, looking back at him and forcing a polite smile on your lips.

"What? Yeah! Yeah..." You answer Ken though you had zero clue what he was talking about, shaking your head a bit as you try to pay attention to the sports related conversation again.

"You know what, I'm gonna go grab a drink. I'll be right back." You mutter in Ken's ear, quickly slipping away once again and heading towards the long rectangular table covered in black cloth with rows of champagne glasses. You sigh deeply, replaying Shuji's words over and over in your head. He's trying to give you a heart attack, you just know it.

Your heart won't stop pounding, and every time you blink all you can see is him and those damn eyes. You reach the table, grabbing a glass and staring at the little bubbles that rise to the top. With your head downcast you weren't looking out at your surroundings, nearly bumping into someone as you started to walk away.

"Oh! I'm so sorr-Shuji?!" You gape, brows furrowing as you look up at his tall figure. "What.are.you.doing?" You grit out, eyes scanning the room to make sure nobody (nobody as in your mom, Ken, and his dad) saw the two to of you together.

"I wanted to talk to you." He says simply.

"You can't! I don't want Ken getting suspicious!" You stress exasperatedly.

"You worry way too much, doll. You're gonna make all your pretty hair fall out in a second." He replies playfully, chuckling lightly as he reaches up and grabs a few or your bouncy coils between his fingers.

"No, I actually worry the correct amount. It's you always causin' me stress that's gonna make my hair fall out." You sass, swatting his hand away and narrowing your eyes up at him.

"I'm actually the one that gets rid of your stress. Usually at my place-

"Do not. Don't start." You warn sternly, eyes narrowing further as you point a finger at him.

"Don't start what?" He asks innocently with a brow raised, tilting his head to the side as he steps closer to you.

"You're not even here to actually have a conversation, Shuji." You huff.

"Yeah nah, I just like messin' with you. Wanna dance with me, angel?" He grins, nodding towards the small crowd of people behind him.

"First of all, it's not that kinda party", You correct, "And even if it was, I still wouldn't dance with you."

"Don't be like that, doll. I'm startin' to think you like hurting my feelings." He pouts cutely.

"And I'm starting to think you genuinely enjoy causing chaos." You reply sassily. Shuji pauses, looking to the side with a guilty expression.

"...You know what, that might be true. But it's good chaos; positive chaos." He shrugs plainly.

"The words chaos and positive do not go together..." You narrow your eyes.

"But you know what does go together? You and me..gettin' the hell outta here...right now." He replies with a mischievous smile.

"Please..." You sigh exasperatedly. "That doesn't go together, actually. It doesn't go together at all." You state matter of factly.

"Why not?" He asks, actually having the nerve to sound genuinely confused.

"That's way too risky; and stupid." You argue, trying to lower your voice a bit more just to be safe. "Come on, you look way too good to be stuck with that joke tonight." He rolls his eyes, nodding his head discreetly towards Ken.

"Don't be mean, Shuji. Ken's not a joke." You frown, not amused. "And if I could leave early I would, but I really, really can't." You add, giving him a slightly apologetic look.

"Even if I steal you away?" He says mischievously, raising a suggestive brow.

Your brows furrow, looking at him genuinely lost...and skeptical. "What do you mean steal me away?"

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Shuji's hand holds onto yours, the two of you giggling and snickering like little kids as you run to his car parked at the end of the street. He'd gone and snuck you outside from the back of the mansion, running across the backyard and around towards the front.

"This is so bad; they're gonna know I'm gone! I gotta go back!" You ramble anxiously, yet your eyes betray you as they sparkle up at Shuji with childlike excitement, the both of you quickly hopping into the car.

"Easy doll. Tell 'em you got a migraine or somethin'. 'S fine." He shrugs placing his camera in the back, then grabbing his keys from his dress pants pocket and starting the car.

"I can't-..actually, that's not a bad idea." You nod, quickly whipping your phone out from your little sparkly purse, texting both your mom and Ken and telling them you'd come down with a bad migraine. You look out the window as the two of you dip off from the pretty mansion, heading out of the gated community and onto the main road.

"Where're we going?" You mutter softly, turning back to look at Shuji.

"I don't know, but you look way too good to go straight to my place though; even though I wouldn't mind that." He grins.

"I have faith you'll take me somewhere nice then." You giggle, feeling your cheeks heat up at his flirty words. The ride to wherever Shuji's going is so perfectly peaceful, and fun. Admittedly, this was the most free you'd felt all day. You like that Shuji always finds a way to make you laugh, sometimes to the point where your cheeks hurt from how hard you were smiling.

He'd taken you both into the city, pulling up and parking in front of a fairly medium sized, quaint looking restaurant.

Quite gentlemanly, Shuji gets out of the car, coming around and helping you out. His hand takes yours, leading you to the entrance of the restaurant. "You kinda look way too pretty for a little place like this, but..it's special to me; and the food's always good." He chuckles, sounding surprisingly and uncharacteristically nervous, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck. Your heart strings pull as a warm smile makes its way across your lips, feeling flattered that he chose to take you somewhere that's special to him.

"I don't mind." You assure softly. It took everything in you not to swoon and let your mind wander, but it sure does feel a lot like a real date. A cute college couple getting all over dressed for a date just because and going out to eat somewhere that's budget friendly, chatting about your shared dreams of one day affording to go to the most finest, expensive restaurants.

The aroma of food trailed to your nose, making your stomach immediately start growling.

The place is actually pretty jumping with people, lots of tables are full and there's even a bar-looking area where people are sitting eating bowls of ramen. Shuji takes you over to that bar area, directly in front of the section where you could see the employees making the food that customers ordered. He looks particularly happy, not necessarily smiling, but there's this air around him where he's clearly radiating a level of happiness that had you raising a brow slightly.

Then, an older man, maybe in his fifties walks into the kitchen area in front of you both, carrying two large spoons. He freezes, making instant eye contact with Shuji next to you, his jaw dropping in shock.

"Hey pops." Shuji chuckles lightly, a small smile making finally its way across his lips. Meanwhile your heart drops straight to your ass.

Pops?! Hey pops?! What does that mean?! Is this his dad?!

"Shu! What're you doin' here?! When'd you get back?!" His dad beams, throwing questions left and right.

Awww! He calls him Shu!

"What d'you mean what am I doing here, I came to get some food; and come see you of course. But look, I brought someone." He grins, nodding towards you.

You sit there with a sheepish smile, your now clammy hands folded tightly on your lap. "Hi." You wave, your tone soft and bashful. Once again the older man's jaw hits the floor, his wide eyes shifting back and forth between you and Shuji. He must not have thought you came here with him. "You?! You brought her?!" He questions, his tone dripping with utter disbelief. You let out a little chuckle, hovering a hand over your mouth as you look at Shuji's offended expression.

"Yeah, me!" He says, pointing to himself.

"This girl right here? You brought her?!" He asks once again, his eyes still wide in astonishment as he points at you. You were honestly already starting to like this man a lot.

"Yes..." Shuji glares halfhearted, "Why are you actin' like it's such a-

"Aye Ryō! Shu's back, and he says he brought a girl!" He yells, cutting Shuji right off.

"WHAAAAT?!" You hear a voice holler from one of the cooking stations. Shuji lets out an exasperated sigh.

"I SAID SHU BROUGHT A-

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YA SHOE?!"

He facepalms with a deep eye roll. "WOULD YA JUST GET OVER HERE! YOU GOTTA COME SEE THIS!"

"Alright alright! Not like I'm cookin' or nothin'..." The guy grumbles.

Finally he comes into view, another older man with short, dark hair. He has about the exact same reaction to you as Shuji's dad (or at least who you're assuming is his dad) did.

"Who-who...who's this?!" He murmurs to his buddy.

"Well he says he brought her." His dad shrugs, still in disbelief.

"Whaaaat? He brought her?!" He gasps.

"Is it really that hard to believe...?" Shuji grumbles.

"Did ya tell Kenji?!" His friend asks.

"No not yet, I just seen this myself. He's gonna flip when he gets a look at this; go get him."

"AYE KENJI! SHU'S BACK AND HE'S GOT A GIRL WITH 'EM!" His coworker yells before walking off into the back area behind two white double doors. Shuji's dad then turns his attention back to you with an apologetic smile. "I apologize for the chaos little miss, it's just...we got a rare occasion on our hands here. My boy's never brought a girl-

"Alright alright." Shuji cuts in, yet his dad just keeps chatting, not even a little phased about his protests.

-around here, we're all a little uhhh in shock." He chuckles, "My name's Ren. It's great to meet ya."

"I'm Y/N, nice to meet you also." You smile softly, shaking his hand over the counter top.

"So how'd you end up stuck with this guy, huh? He didn't kidnap you, right?" His dad asks playfully, yet there was a slight hint of seriousness in there at the same time. "Uuum, well it was kinda an accident? I lost my anklet during my homecoming performance a while ago and he happened to find it." You explain, trying not to laugh as his dad nods over and over again, listening intently to your short story.

"Whaaaaat?! You're a performer?! What do you do, sing?"

"No no, I dance. I'm a dance major." You chuckle softly.

"Oh woooow, it just keeps gettin' better and better." He mumbles in awe.

"It would be great to have some food..." Shuji grumbles again, already accepting that he was no longer the main point of interest or concern. Just then you notice from the corner of your eye, the other guy Ryō and another man you're assuming is Kenji standing behind the doubles doors' window that lead to the outside cooking stations where Shuji's dad is, gawking at you from a far with their mouths wide open. You look away instantly, forcing yourself not to laugh.

"So, what do you think of Shuji here; honestly? 'S this like a romantic kinda thing or is he already stuck in the friend zone as kids call it?" He asks then leans in, cupping a hand by his mouth yet his volume stays just the same, "I know he can be kind of a weirdo at times-

"Pops! Are you-when are you gonna go make some food?!" Shuji outbursts, actually stuttering which was the most shocking thing you've heard all night. At this point you fully break out into laughter at this whole situation. So much is happening right now.

"My fault Shu, I'm just proud'a ya, you know? The girl's practically a model sittin' here; she's beautiful! I gotta ask questions!" He raises his hands up in surrender.

"You're makin' her uncomfortable!" Shuji argues. No, he's uncomfortable...

"Sorry sorry, I'll lay off." He pauses for a moment then leans over to you, actually making an effort to lower his voice this time. "But y'know, if he screws up you just come get me, alright princess? I'll knock 'em back in line." He winks.

"Ok, I will." You giggle lightly with a few head nods.

"And with that, I'm done! I'll make you both the usual alright? Don't worry princess, you're gonna love it!" He rambles, even though he's already walking off to his designated cooking station. He's hilarious.

"Well that was very...interesting." You giggle, looking over at Shuji. He just facepalms in response, leaning his elbow on the table. "I really regret this decision..."

"You know, you could'a just told him we aren't actually together." You shrug plainly.

"You're the one with the "boyfriend", why didn't you tell him?" He claps back, raising a challenging brow at you. "Well he's your dad..." You narrow your eyes, yet feel kind of defeated as that comeback didn't really hit like you thought it would. Suddenly he gives you an annoying looking smirk, with a playful glint in his eyes. The switch up from him being embarrassed to wanting to mess around is crazy.

"Trynna be my girl for the night, angel?" He asks flirtatiously.

"Oh you'd just love that, huh?" You chuckle, raising a brow at him.

"Yeah I would, that's why I asked." He answers nonchalantly, taking your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours on the counter. You roll your eyes halfheartedly, trying to act like his words and that little gesture didn't just set off all kinds of butterflies in your stomach.

"Hmm, well if it's just for tonight, I guess I don't mind being your girl." You grin.

"Look at 'em! Look at 'em!" You hear Shuji's dad murmur to his fellow chef Ryō, nudging him. He still hasn't started cooking yet, just standing there next to Ryō at his cooking station while watching the two of you.

Shuji looks over at his dad, eyes narrowing at the older man. "Oops, I got caught! I promise I'm starting now!" His dad says with a laugh just before Shuji could say anything, raising his hands in surrender and finally getting started for real.

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Shuji's dad is a real one!!!! We love Ren out here! P.S.: I really hope y'all are enjoying this story fr. I be throwing my back out with this one trynna keep a good balance of plot and smut.

[polyhexian]

Okay so revewing your pre-canon Grimwalkers and events, I think I'm seeing the path Belos's mindset is taking that eventually leads to Hunter.

A lot of the Grimwalkers are aware that they're Grimwalkers. It's a little different every time, but this is clearly a model that has been working for Belos, so he uses it a lot. Currently I think the only Grimwalkers who DON'T know they're Grimwalkers are Temperance and Hunter.

I get the feeling that Belos is usually pretty cool with the Grimwalkers knowing what they are. Probably easier for him that way too, since he doesn't have to keep up a whole song and dance. But I think he kinda started experimenting a bit with Temperance, if not earlier, probably due to what went down with Tell and the aftermath of that. So I think over time the thought process is…

Tell-no-lies - Knows he's a Grimwalker, is good at his job, also manages to have a secret lover that leads to his betrayal. Crap.

Virtue - Knows he's a Grimwalker, is decent at his job, I'll humor his plan but actually it's kinda stupid and he likes the palismen so nevermind we're done here.

Enoch - Tell-no-lies's daughter, not a Grimwalker but it's cruelly cathartic playing house like she's my niece, it's a shame I was never able to control Evelyn and her whelp like this, this whole situation is very amusing--oh gdi she tried to kill me.

Temperance - Maybe it's the Grimwalker thing that's causing problems, maybe telling them they aren't real people is what makes them so determined to act like real people. I'll let this one think he's a real person. With amnesia. And no one knows who he is or where he comes from so that takes care of the backstory. Now he can focus on his job - oh okay he'd rather look for answers instead. Shoot.

Jasper - YOU KNOW WHAT, BACK TO THE KNOWING-YOU'RE-A-GRIMWALKER MODEL, BUT MORE INTENSE THIS TIME. NO PERSONHOOD FOR YOU. NO EMOTIONS FOR YOU. ANY FEELINGS YOU FEEL ARE FAKE, DON'T WORRY ABOUT THEM. Just focus on your job. Oh. Oh, wow, that worked. That worked really well. I can even rip his spine out and he just thinks that normal. And he is VERY good at his job, not that I'll tell him that. Wow, he's even lasted 12 years! Incredible! I'm looking forward to killing him but this one's had a good run! Clearly I just need to make them repress all their emotions and thoughts and feelings forever and that'll make them efficient and--why is he stealing the baby. How can your mental health be in shambles when you don't have a mental to health? Ugh, die.

Hunter - So I COULD just kill this kid and start over, but. Jasper DID posit an intriguing idea. This COULD actually be a Grimwalker-who-doesn't-know-he's-a-Grimwalker that works. It didn't work with Temperance cuz he couldn't just accept that he'd never ever learn his backstory. But Hunter here could literally just grow up in his backstory. He'd never question it. It's perfect. It's annoying that he's gonna be a useless baby for so long but I can deal. I've missed having a nibling to torment. Sure, Enoch tried to kill me, but she had a mother to give her other perspectives on life; this kid has NO ONE. I can DEFINITELY do better molding this one into what I want him to be! It's perfect!

And thus why he tells the Collector, a minute after Jasper's death, that raising Hunter will be an interesting experiment. It's a set of variables he's never had a chance to work with before, building on the methods he's already tried in the past.

I really do like the fact that Jasper's deathbed bargaining gives a good reason for Hunter, specifically, to grow up from infancy, while most (all?) other Grimwalkers in your headcanon were older when they got picked. Canon implies that there've been so many Grimwalkers that they really can't have had a regular lifespan, so most of them being picked as adults makes sense, and then Jasper's story makes Hunter's lifespan also make sense.

Also, I think I feel the worst for Temperance, in terms of his understanding. He never knew the truth, and he barely got a lie. Hunter at least thought he knew who he was, even if Belos lied the entire time; Temperance never even got that much. What a sad existence. :(

YESSSS YOU CAN SEE THE THROUGH LINE!

He is ALWAYS playing a game with them. He literally does not need the Grimwalkers. They exist only because he wants something to hurt, some way to keep punishing his brother again and again and again. Every time he tries something different because it is FUN to him. A way to pass the time, even. He wants to make something perfect. A perfect soldier, servant, brother, father, son, wife, friend. Something he can hurt as much as he wants. Something that will never betray him no matter what. Something good at its job but also without it's own life beyond him. And jasper was almost there. He was almost perfect. He lasts a very long time because of it.

But Hunter is presenting him specifically with the opportunity to redo a unique situation he'd already tried and failed, and now with some new ideas on how to do better. AND the opportunity to continue to punish a dead man- the same way he's punishing tell now.

And honestly the only reason he DID fail with hunter is he stopped playing the game. Luz showed up and he was SO much more interested in her he basically stopped managing hunter which meant he got so much more leeway to exist beyond his brainwashing. If Belos had been on the ball hunter would probably never have left. As usual, Belos is the one fucking himself over with his own cruelty.

[loreleismusings99]

Two Body Problem

Ch 4

[Masterlist]

Qualifying exams are stressful. coming to terms with budding romantic feelings is somehow even more stressful. In which Mark and the reader critique each others' work and a surprising amount of sleep happens.

Thank you for reading! sorry this took so long to get out, I just graduated(can't believe I have a bachelor's degree now omg), and my life has been kind of a whirlwind lately, but I'm glad I was able to get this out. I don't think this is my strongest chapter, but I can move on to other parts of the story now this is done. As always, please let me know of ways I can improve this and if there's anything that should be fixed about this. Tysm, and I hope y'all are having a wonderful holiday season! Happy Perihelion Day!

also, y'all, I am running out of Matt Damon gifs to use for these so if you have any suggestions, please send them to me!

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God, my back hurts…

You shift under your blanket and grumble at the uncomfortably stiff structure that's currently cradling you. Cracking open an eye, you look around at your surroundings, becoming increasingly familiar as the clouds of sleep part and slowly return your senses to you. Why am I in the living room? Cracking open the other eye, you’re nearly blinded by the morning’s sunlight. Letting out a raspy “ugh…” at the unpleasant stimulus, you turn your head into your blanket again to shield your eyes from the offending ball of ionized hydrogen.

A new piece of sensory information halts your thoughts almost completely when you bury your face in your blanket though; notes of honey with an afterthought of what might be soil flood your senses, layered with something bergamot-y and a mystery spice that gives warmth to the smell. The smell reminds you of your night in the library, labs full of undergrads extracting caffeine from tea leaves, and office hours in the too-cramped grad office in the biosciences building. You remember a hand brushing yours as you both reach for the same homework packet, then mousy blond hair, striking green eyes, and a smattering of freckles.

The realization that your blanket smells like Mark hits you like a freight train and you're suddenly ripped from the clutches of sleep as he fills your senses. You try to find it within you, but you can’t quite locate the discomfort you thought you’d experience being confronted with Mark’s presence--however fleeting and ephemeral-- first thing in the morning. The feelings it stirs within you are… pleasant?? Being enveloped by the earthy scent is calming for whatever reason; like being held, wrapped in a profound sense of home and safety that you rarely have felt in your adult life. He must wear lavender… you think, trying to explain away the state you're in before drifting off again, sleeping in for the first time in a long while.

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“I'm sorry, you did what?!” Mark whirls around, his sandwich still clutched in his left hand while his right is holding his laptop in a precariously loose grip.

Colin rolls his eyes before responding to Mark's dramatic outburst. “Oh please, don't act so scandalized; that's a completely normal and average thing to ask--”

  The door slamming at almost midnight tonight was certainly not on Colin’s bingo sheet for the evening’s events, but it was a harbinger of more unexpected happenings starting with Mark’s sour mood after returning from what should have been an enjoyable get-together with his colleagues in the bioengineering department.

“Sure, yes, normally, but they’re about the least average individual I’ve met up until this point in my life, Colin; you can’t just--” Colin has had a front-row seat to Mark’s gradual descent into denial for almost 6 months at this point. As Mark starts waxing poetic about how inviting you over to do moc quals presentations together would be the single worst decision Colin’s made, he remembers the night he came back from that mixer the two of you met in late spring earlier this year.

“The fucking audacity, how did they get this far being so unprofessional--” Mark tosses his bag onto their shared couch a mere foot away from where Colin was sitting writing up a first draft of the introduction for his thesis proposal on improving science communication with the general public while avoiding misleading sensationalism. Mark storms off into his room before poking his head out the door to say, “Did you know using a switch case to find the number of elements in an array is apparently--” Mark mimes air quotes “‘so clunky that it should be considered a syntax error’? Fucking hell…”

As Mark ducks back into his room grumbling, Colin responds with,“ Mark, I promise you I had no clue… and good evening, why do you look and sound like someone just told you agriculture and botany are the same thing?” Colin waits for Mark’s response as he stomps out of his room, having exchanged his business casual garb for his pajamas, and sulks into their kitchen.

“Oh, no reason. I just had the displeasure of getting publically ridiculed by a EE who wouldn’t know the difference between a spanner and a set of calipers, their head’s so fucking deep in electronics they don’t know how to communicate with other humans.” after grabbing a bottle of lemonade from the fridge, Mark collapses down on the chair to Colin’s left, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut.

  He has it bad… Colin remembers thinking, as he does now, as he watches Mark run up his blood pressure, postulating about critiques you haven’t even had the chance to make on his quals paper and presentation yet. “Mark… Mark, listen.” Colin says to interrupt his wayward roommate’s self-sabotage. “It’s not that serious. They’re going to come over to get their paper looked at too--actually, they’re presenting the same day as you. They’re coming here with the same level of vulnerability as you. I don’t think they’ll go easy on you, but I don’t think they'd be cruel either.”

Colin waits a couple of seconds before asking,“... what’s their name?” Mark pauses and looks up at the ceiling with a faraway look in his eye before saying your name, calmly for the first time since he’s returned home for the evening. Colin and Mark sit in this pause before Mark continues, describing how you were a vision of confidence and poise in your sweater vest, oxfords, and slacks--likely due to unfounded pride, he added after snapping out of his momentary revere. It took everything in Colin’s power not to laugh in Mark’s face every time he tried to explain away every positive thing he noted about you, from your ‘surprising competence in biomechanical design to your managing to land a graduate assistantship in one of the best-funded bio-instrumentation labs in the department.

“How would you know? Hell, they were probably thrilled by the idea of getting to take me down a peg and ruin my faith in my thesis in the process--”

“Well, they certainly seemed eager, but likely not for the reason you think…” Colin responds absent-mindedly as he returns to prepping his presentation materials for their moc quals presentations.

Mark pauses in his nervous pacing and looks finally directly at Colin before asking, “What… exactly did they say? When you asked?”

“My, you’re awfully interested in the minutia of their reactions to you. I wonder why…” Colin postulates slyly, looking up from his computer and smirking.

It takes a few seconds of gear-turning in Mark's head before he finally picks up on what Colin is insinuating before the man in question lets out a guffaw and states, “Absolutely not. No. Impossible, inconceivable--”

“Explain yourself then; you've been emotionally constipated since the day you met them,” Colin crosses his arms before continuing, “You aren't very good at hiding the inner machinations of your head you know, it's written all over in how you act.”

“What I feel for them is probably the farthest thing from affection, they make me sick to my stomach--”

“You sure those aren't just butterflies?--”

“Can you please just answer my question?” Mark sighs in exasperation, and Colin lets out a chuckle before explaining how the events transpired.

“So, I found them in the lab--I think they were soldering something? Honestly, it's beyond what I was willing to ask about so I don't know, but I asked them how they were doing and if they're interested in doing moc quals with us--”

“How do you know where their lab is?”

“I majored in journalism, Mark--I have my methods, don't worry about it. Anyway, they perked up at the mention of moc quals and said that they're about to give their presentation on Friday and that they'd love to have extra practice presenting to people who would ask similar questions to what their committee would ask them. They even mentioned that, quote,‘ despite your likely lack of appreciation for their work, your opinions would be useful,’ end-quote.” Colin utters the last sentence with a chuckle.

Mark opens his mouth to say to retort before he's interrupted by a gentle knock at the door.

Mark looks up at the door and then frantically around the apartment, looking at the mess of dishes he had left from his dinner yesterday before uttering a soft “shit!”, tossing his computer onto the couch next to Colin, and holding his sandwich in his mouth as he picks up his dishes and runs them into the kitchen. “You didn’t say they’d be here now!!” Mark yells from behind the divider wall that separates the kitchen from the living/dining room area, hiding dirty dishes in a panicked frenzy as Colin gets up to let you in.

“You didn’t let me get that far before you started questioning me--Hi there, welcome in!” Colin calls over his shoulder before greeting you and stepping to the side of the open door to let you into his and Mark’s shared space.

“Hey, thanks for inviting… me…” You look around like this is the first time you've seen a room before saying“Wow, you two have a nice place” with what looks like a sparkle of awe in your eyes.

“Thanks,” Mark finally decides to pipe up after exiting the kitchen and leaning against the wall. “Sorry for the mess though, I didn't know we were going to have company.” Mark forces through a fake smile as he looks over to Colin with thinly veiled, panicked irritation.

“Ah, so the clutter and dirty dishes aren't a half-baked preparation strategy?” You jest, dawning a coy smirk before turning to Colin and asking, “Shoes on or off?”

Colin's barely able to get in an ‘either is fine’ before Mark rebuts with, “You wound me with how much you underestimate my very complex plan to distract you.” Colin almost sprains an ocular muscle rolling his eyes at Mark's attempt to play it cool after nearly having an aneurysm about you coming over as the man in question ducks back behind the false wall before saying, “I'm making Pizza Bagel Bites for us.” There's a short pause before Mark pokes his head around the wall to regard you again before asking, “Do you like Bagel Bites?”

“Yeah, Bagel Bites are fine.”

“Are you sure? I can make something else if you want; we also have hot pockets, an actual frozen pizza, and we might have some leftover soup from Thanksgiving too--”

You rest a hand on your hip and sit into it before asking, with a huff, “Mark, honestly l, anything is fine; are we going to do this or are you afraid my presentation's going to be better than yours?”

At this point, Colin has sat back down on their couch and is having the time of his life watching what's unfolding before him. He looks over to the kitchen where Mark is still hidden and listens as he hears a clamoring commotion of a pan being filled with frozen Bagel Bites and the furious beeps of the oven turning on to pre-heat before he rushes out of the kitchen, picks up his laptop, sits down, and opens it.

Mark dawns a haughty smirk and a competitive gleam sparks in his eyes as he says, typing away on his computer, “Oh, you have no idea the magnitude of scrutiny you've just unleashed upon your work…”

You let out a huff of a laugh before saying, “I expect nothing less” and opening up your laptop and sharing with the two of them your paper and presentation as the lot of you get started on your moc reviews.

The process is fairly simple: one of you presents while the other two act as your panel committee, asking questions, and making suggestions at the end of your presentation. Colin goes first, presenting his findings from his literature review of surveys and short-term studies of the efficacy of popular science news and the need for more long-term studies. This is something he's practiced hundreds of times, so the questions you throw at him aren't surprising--though, he is quite taken aback by how well-versed you are in pedagogical techniques in science communication and makes a note to pick your brain about your experience later.

You go next, Mark having half-offered half-volunteered you to go next, he's probably still trying to calm his nerves, Colin thinks as he watches Mark shift awkwardly in his seat while you stand from your spot on the couch next to him after setting up your presentation on your computer. Colin tries his best to focus on the lovely presentation on flexible electronics and their use in vitals monitoring, but he can’t help but be distracted by Mark's increasingly adorable investment in your presentation, actively listening and asking questions but with a faraway look in his eyes as he gazes at you with what can only be described as adoration as you passionately expound upon the process of medication release in implantable medical sensing devices. You finish your presentation and Mark enthusiastically jumps up to present last, evidently forgetting his nerves from earlier and diving straight into the complexities of irrigation and sustainable crop cultivation in extreme environments. Colin takes note of the understated excitement you exhibit at Mark's passion for his field, so reserved that he almost missed the way you attempted to block a blush and giggle at his peculiar use of casual, nearly comical lexicon in a presentation meant to convince the academics at the top of the botany ivory tower to give him a chance at becoming a professional scientist.

After presenting you all went over the notes you made on each other's presentations, discussing why certain word choice decisions were made, how each of you dealt with being confronted with A gap in your knowledge, et cetera. Mark was chewing on the end of a red pen while looking over the notes and suggestions you provided for his presentation before making a face and asking, “What’s wrong with my wording here? I think this is a perfectly valid term to describe nutrient uptake efficiency in--”

“Mark, do I need to tell you why you can’t say ‘slorp’ in a Ph.D. qualification oral exam?” You look up from your paper, now marked up with notes from Mark and Colin, and look pointedly at Mark, your mouth quirked into a poorly concealed smirk. Mark starts falling over his words trying to explain his reasoning--or lack thereof--while failing at holding back enthusiastic laughter.

Mark turns to Colin and asks, “Well, what do you think--do you see the academic value of using slorp in a presentation?”

Colin rests a hand gently on Mark’s shoulder before responding. “Mark, my dearest friend, I absolutely do not,” Colin says through bouts of laughter and it puts you in stitches next to Mark, laughing so hard that the only noise you can make is a high-pitched wheeze as you’re doubled over by your glee.

Mark dramatically clutches his shirt right over his heart and says, “Et tu, Brute??” before succumbing to his laughter.

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The empty chair to your right buzzes with the vibrations your restless leg sends through the floor as you await the panel's decision on whether or not you need to reconsider your place in the Ph.D. program. Every time you try to listen in on the conversation your advisor and mentors are having in the room behind you, Hana gently squeezes your hand to remind you to at least try not to obsess about your presentation. It's done now, the ball's in their court. All you can do now is wait and try not to send your blood pressure through the roof.

I think that went alright…you think, threading your fingers between Hana's in an attempt to ground yourself. I answered all of their questions correctly… I think. They didn't say so if I didn't; would they have done that? Fuck, what if they just decided to say nothing-

The door to Hana’s and your left opens suddenly to reveal your advisor, Dr. Ameer, poking his bald and bespectacled head out from behind the door before stepping out and standing to his full height, imposing from your current seated perspective.

He looks down at you for a moment before smiling proudly and holding out his hand. “Congratulations!” You take his hand and shake it feeling like the air got kicked out of your chest, only able to let out a breathless squeeze of a ‘thank you’ that your advisor lightly laughs at. “Excellent treatment of the current gap in the literature on the use of implantables for tissue regeneration for rehabilitative purposes in particular--it makes a great start to a thesis project.” He states, taking off his reading glasses.

You nod and say another “thank you,” stronger this time now that your tensed muscles have finally relaxed and Hana's got you wrapped up in a sideways hug. “I'll make sure to, uhm, send you my availability for the next week so we can discuss how I did and how I can improve. We should also start to discuss my thesis--where to start, what we're capable of doing, et cetera.”

“Absolutely. Don't forget to celebrate too, though. You work hard, you deserve the rest.” He says, sitting down in the chair to your right.

“Oh, don't worry about that,” Hana says, clapping you on the shoulder, “I'll make sure they have at least a little fun within the next 24 hours.”

“Thank you for your work keeping them sane.” Dr. Ameer says through a laugh.

“Is this an intervention?” you ask, looking back and forth at the two of them as they both guffaw at your bafflement.

“Alright,” Dr. Ameer starts, standing back up before saying, “Congratulations again, I'll see you on Monday.”

“Thank you, and see you then.” You respond, allowing yourself to finally smile with a gleam of pride in your eyes as he nods and walks off, presumably to his office.

You wait until you know he's out of earshot before bellowing out a, “Thank fucking God…” as Hana squeals, shaking your shoulders in pent-up excitement.

“Hey, don't act like you didn't nail it in there, I heard you, you were great!! Oozing confidence and academic splendor!” Hana responds, dramatically clutching a fist over her heart. “We have to celebrate properly tonight; maybe drinks and dinner at my place--”

“Please don't make it a big thing, it's not like I just defended my thesis,” you say through an exasperated sigh.

“Fine, but we're at least inviting over Colin and Mark--they just passed their quals too.”

An Incredulous and confused look twists your face when you ask, “How do you know? I thought they were presenting just now too?”

“Trivia night people have a group chat--here, look” Hana takes out her phone and shows you a text from Colin with a picture of him smiling with his arm around what looks like Mark, his head tilted back in relief while Colin ruffles his hair.

Your eyes linger on Mark's neck a little too long before you pull your gaze away and clear your throat, saying, “I see.”

“Hey,” Hana says, putting a hand on your shoulder, “we don't have to invite them, or anyone for that matter, especially if they'll make you uncomfortable.”

“No no, thank you, uhm, there's nothing wrong with that. If anything, I probably owe the two of them a thank you, we presented to each other and they both offered some awesome suggestions that I wouldn’t’ve thought of otherwise.”

Hana regards you silently for a moment, eyes narrowing before they widen in shock as she says, “No fucking way.”

“… What?”

“I mean, the two of you becoming civil with each other finally was to be expected, but I never would've thought--”

“Oh,” you say rolling your eyes as you go to stand up, “Okay, I see where this is going--”

“So I'm right then?” Hana grabs her bag and goes to follow you.

“Absolutely not.”

“You were just gazing longingly at Mark!”

“I do not gaze at him,” you wheeze out with a laugh as you push open the doors to the Tech building.

“Okay, so why did you just freeze right now? I refuse to believe it was a nondescript brain fart and you just so happened to zone out looking at Mark's trachea--” Hana finishes her sentence in a whisper to not attract the attention of the undergrads walking past them in the courtyard.

You whip around to look Hana in the eye as you whisper-yell, “What I feel for Mark is the farthest thing from attraction, I can't possibly think of a world where he would inspire anything other than disgust--”

“Denial is a river in Egypt, my friend, and we are in the midwest--”

“God, I can't believe you--” You whirl back around and start walking off in the direction of your apartment.

“I'm inviting them over, and be at mine by 5!!” Hana shouts at your retreating form and you throw up a thumbs up to show your acknowledgment.

  Your mind wanders on your way back home; you remember eating a Pizza Bagel during your moc quals with Colin and Mark, the latter suddenly saying, “Wait! Hold still” causing you to freeze in your tracks and your eyes to widen into saucers, thinking a bug or something crawled onto you. He reaches over and gently swipes a thumb across the corner of your mouth before saying“ Rogue pizza sauce” before moving on to the next thing that caught his attention. You're still frozen in place, trying to process what just happened, when Mark absentmindedly licks the tomato sauce off his thumb like he forgot that that was just on your face and not his. Now, something like this usually wouldn’t surprise you--especially given Mark's tendency to forget the simplest of things--but for whatever reason your brain short-circuited; at a complete loss for words, for once in your life not a single thought crossed your mind--just complete radio silence and a faint fluttering feeling in your chest. You didn't notice it at the time, perhaps because you didn't want to, but that fluttering felt different than you expected. You wanted to feel a flush of anger wash over you at his invasion of your personal space but all you could muster was the nauseating fondness you felt that night he walked you home after trivia night.

This realization makes your face twist into a scowl. “Shit…” you say, burying your face deep into your coat.

  When you enter Hana’s apartment building, the weight and warmth from your jacket and the building hallway make your skin prickle with sweat. You unzip your jacket and tug a little on your turtleneck’s collar before knocking on her door. A muffled “Hold on!” sounds from behind the door before Hana flings the door open a few seconds later. “Come on in!” she hurries you in while carrying a pan of what looks like an attempt at caramelizing… something?

You take off your shoes and place them on the small rack set up next to the front door before hanging up your coat next to Hana’s on a nearby coat hook. “What are you making?” you question, the medley of smells hitting your nose almost making your eyes water.

“Chicken parm--assuming I'm doing this right,” says over her shoulder while rushing back into her kitchenette, trying not to spill the contents of the very hot pot on her person.

“Hana, I'm not sure if you're supposed to caramelize anything in a chicken parmesan dish?” you follow her timidly into the kitchen, not entirely sure you want to bear witness to what she is concocting.

“You’ve gotta have more faith in my process,” Hana says confidently over her shoulder right before the pan on the stove in front of her bursts into flame. There's a brief scramble As the two of you try to put out the fire, eventually being left with a charred mess sitting in the pan with the two of you staring at it blankly.

“... Portillo's?”

“Yeah,” you respond with a light huff.

  You're drying off and putting away dishes as Hana passes them to you after giving them a thorough scrubbing to get off the char from her attempt at cooking dinner. After about two minutes of this Hana puts down the dish she's working on and huffs before saying, “I'm putting on some music, any requests?”

You pause and think for a moment before answering, “Um… I don't know; What've you been listening to lately?”

“This is gonna sound kind of weird, but I've been on a bit of an ABBA kick lately.” She says, drying her hands off before retrieving her phone from the front pocket of her ‘That's not Burnt, that's Flavor’ apron.

“Knowing you, that's not weird at all.” You deadpan before the two of you let out a stream of giggles. Hana taps away at her phone for a couple of seconds, and Chiquitita starts playing from a speaker on the far side of the kitchen to your left. “Oo, that's a good one.”

“Darling, they're all good ones,” Hana says through a playful smirk, making you laugh. The rest of the otherwise boring task goes by much more slowly but more enjoyably with the two of you intermittently stopping to sing along at the top of your lungs with whatever song caught your collective attention, Hana occasionally using whatever cooking utensil was within her grasp as an impromptu fake-microphone. She's in the middle of a surprisingly impressive belt during Lay All Your Love on Me when a confident knocking echoes through the apartment. “Ope, is that them?” she inquires in a suddenly quieter voice with what you detect as a hint of bashfulness--possibly at the prospect of being heard through the door. She briefly checks her phone while you dry the last plate and put it away. “Yep!” she says before doffing her apron and nearly prancing to her front door.

You turn around and open up a cupboard to put away the plate you're holding, but as you reach up you feel a pair of eyes on your back. You close the cabinet door and whirl around only to be met with a pair of infuriatingly disarming green eyes. In your periphery, you can see Mark’s shoulders pitch up slightly before a toothy smile blooms across his face, catching you off guard with the sincerity of it. You clumsily return his smile before congratulating him before dawning a defensive smirk and saying, “I’m glad our corrections weren’t ignored” jokingly implying that was the only thing stopping him from failing.

A grimace distorts Mark’s smile before he opens his mouth to speak, pausing for a second before finally letting out a laugh and saying, “I was about to say that I had to because Botany isn’t exactly as easy as what you do, but saying something is only biomedical sensor engineering doesn’t exactly have the punch I ‘m looking for.” He and Colin take off their shoes and you and Mark close the distance between the two of you before he continues. “Glad to hear you passed too--what is that smell, is something burning?” Mark interrupts himself, halfway through crossing his arms when he finally catches a whiff of the residual char in the air from Hana’s cooking.

“That would be the aftermath of Hana’s attempt at cooking; don’t worry, we called Portillos as soon as the pan lit on fire.” You quickly add after seeing the color drain a bit from Mark’s cheeks.

You wonder if they’ve always been that rosy before he frantically looks between you and Hana and asks, “You lit a pan on fire?!”

“Only a little bit, we put it out quickly--the alarm didn’t even go off.” Hana dismisses Mark’s worry with a wave of her hand while walking over to her speaker to turn its volume down.

“That’s a shame, we could’ve roasted non-stick flavored marshmallows,” Colin jests from his spot at Hana’s kitchen island before she sticks her tongue out at him, sending the lot of you into a laughing fit. “Well, what do we want to do until the dogs get here?”

Hana pauses to think for a second before ducking to rifle through a set of board and card games she keeps under her living room speaker and reemerges with a small red box. “‘We’re Not Really Strangers’?” she punctuates her question by lightly shaking the box, “I’ve got a few packs mixed in here, so we shouldn’t get any repeats if we’re waiting a while.”

Colin responds in the affirmative before enthusiastically walking over to her couch and plopping down with a ‘whoomph.’ Mark shifts next to you before stating in an almost whisper, “This ought to be interesting.” The two of you look at each other and you scan his face, taking in the mirth evident in his lightly freckled face and you lightly nudge him with a wheeze of a laugh before walking over to get a seat at Hana’s coffee table.

  How can one person be so fucking warm?? You internally hiss to yourself while sitting next to Mark. The two of you still have about an inch of separation between the two of you but even so, you feel like the warmth radiating off his body is smothering you in a calm you’re trying to steel yourself against. You’re sitting in a half-crisscross position with your leg resting on top of your foot now to make it harder for you to subconsciously inch closer to Mark to try to remedy the ever-present chill that usually plagues you--with what appears to be little success considering the two of you stared out on this couch with about 6 inches of space between the two of you. Mark guffaws heartily at Hana’s answer to the card Colin just pulled and you can feel the seat shake with his laughter, the proximity of his person to yours making your heart ache dully. This is miserable, I’m miserable, why is this happening, why me? Why him?? You wonder to yourself with a slightly pained smile and chuckle while Hana pulls a card from the pile in the center of the table.

“Let’s see--ough, I hate this one; ‘What are your plans for the future?’ survive this Ph.D.” Hana immediately answers with a wheeze of a laugh putting the card in the discard pile.

“Honestly, same--I’m just glad my quals are done so I can focus my time and energy on research,” Colin answers before taking a sip of his water and looking to Mark for his answer.

“Alright, are we talking about, like, the next five years or more of what my endgame is for what I want to do with my life? Because I wouldn’t be able to securely pin that down if my life depended on it.” Mark laughs after Hana tells him to say whatever he has an answer for. He pauses for a moment before continuing. “Well,” he begins, crossing his arms, looking up at the ceiling, and slightly adjusting his position, spreading his legs slightly; it takes every ounce of willpower in every atom of your body not to look down at his legs as he does so. “I’m planning on submitting to the NASA GSRP soon, so, assuming I get awarded it, I’ll be working more with botanists at Kennedy Space Center to develop cultivation experiments for the ARES missions--If they ever happen at all.” Mark finishes with a scoff, making you frown. With the tumultuous nature of how government is run, it's becoming increasingly difficult to gauge if there’ll be funding for ambitious space missions like the budding ARES program. Mark abruptly turns to you--itching to turn the attention away from himself--and asks, “What about you?”

You’re given pause by the way Mark abruptly changes the subject, but answer anyway. “Oh, um, I’m headed to Pasadena in the spring; I’m working with one of the engineers there on electronics for a Lunar water surveyor--seems like we’re both NASA-bound. You’ll have to tell me more about the project you’re submitting for, it seems interesting--we might even be able to collaborate a little bit, depending on how far my work on this surveyor goes.”

You end your answer with a coy smirk and for a flash of a second, you could've sworn you saw Mark’s eyes briefly cast downwards to your lips before rocketing back up to meet yours. No, that can’t be possible. God, I’m losing it-- you think to yourself before the man in question interrupts your internal agonizing. “Oh, so you think I’m good enough to get the fellowship?” He inquires with a jesting tone, ducking his head to look up at you through his eyelashes, his vermillion eyes scrutinizing you through the varying shades of blond and brown.

You look at him incredulously and answer before thinking better of voicing your knee-jerk reaction, “Of course; I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.” The realization of what you said hits you like a ton of bricks flying at you at Mach 1 as you see Mark’s cheeks flush. Again with the rosy cheeks? Did I make him uncomfortable? Was that too much? Shit, does he think I like him now? Fuck--

“Ah, well, I’ve got nothing to worry about then--if even you think I could do it.” Mark laughs and claps a hand on your shoulder, making you let out a huff and a chuckle in relief at his jovial tone, thinking you’ve narrowly escaped being found out.

“Alright, enough work talk--” Colin captures your attention after letting out a light chuckle and motions for you to pick up a card. “Your turn, Inspector Gadget.”

You lightly chortle before reaching over to pick a card up from the top of the pile of unused cards. “‘Do you think I’m a good kisser?’ Hana, I thought you said these were from the friendship pack???” The whole table bursts into laughter while Hana chokes out a confirmation that it is indeed from the friendship pack. “Alright, out with it, what are your verdicts?” you ask through an exasperated sigh.

“Honestly, I think you’d be a great kisser, remember when we visited Vanessa’s mom in Vegas and you somehow tied two cherry stems with your tongue? While drunk no less--” Hana interrupts herself with her own laughter as you choke on the water you’re drinking at the mention of that night.

“Fuck, I forgot about that!” you cough out. “If it means anything, I had to use my teeth for most of that--I was afraid I was going to swallow the things both times,” you confess with a chuckle.

“Yeah, I don’t know how good of an indicator that is; one of my exes also could tie a cherry stem with his tongue, but the first time we kissed he practically shoved his tongue down my throat.” Colin weighed in with a scoff before continuing, “What do you think Mark?”

Mark pauses for a moment and in that calm, you notice that he’s draped his arm over the seat cushion behind you. In an unexpected wave of wreckless confidence--at least, that’s what you’d call it--you decide to lean back into his arm, immediately relishing in how warm he is. He considers you for a moment, a surprised look on his face before answering, “Honestly I feel like you could go either way; either you’re a mind-numbingly great, or criminally terrible, no in-between” Hana and Colin break into a side-splitting laugh and you ask him to please explain what his reasoning is behind that answer. “You… you--” Mark interrupts his sentence with a breathy laugh, looking up and away from you before continuing. “Alright, look, you… have a lot of surprising things about you and they’re all, like extremes--”

“Yeah???” you interject, your face contorted into an incredulous smirk.

“Yes, let me finish--”

“Please do--”

“So, I think it would be one of those things that you’re, like, inexplicably good at for no fucking reason, or you’d exceed my expectations and be worse than I thought you’d be.” He finishes, barely able to hold back his chortles.

“And what exactly were your expectations?” you ask, feeling warmth flood your cheeks at the revelation that he’s thought about kissing you before. You try your best to stamp out those thoughts before your infuriatingly lovesick brain can indulge in them, thinking God, I’m hopeless. Mark pauses for a second, looking at you apprehensively. You can feel his arm shift on the cushion behind you as he agonizes about whether or not to tell you. “...Mark--”

“That you’d be kind of mid--” he admits with a grimace.

“WOW!” you exclaim, laughing like you just got the air punched out of you. “The amount of confidence you have in me is truly inspiring--is there anything you think I do well?”

“Piss me off--” The four of you lose your minds with laughter; you go to grip your leg to brace yourself against but accidentally slap your hand against Mark’s. The muscles in his leg tense and you freeze. You feel like you should--no, have to--move your hand but for whatever reason the signals your brain is sending to your arm are getting lost in transit, leaving your hand planted steadfastly on top of his quadricep. A spark of surprise flashes through his eyes for a moment before he moves his hand to grasp at yours, still resting on his leg. “You do that perfectly--”

“Fuck off,” you draw your hand out of his grasp, laughing to yourself and unable to look him in the eye.

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After your Portillos arrive you all dig in, opting to put your card game away in favor of watching a Seinfeld rerun while you all eat. Mark tries to focus on his hot dog to get the memory of how your hand felt on his leg out of his mind. I suppose that’s my fault for not noticing how close we were getting. Did they want that? Why did I want that?? Fuck, I hope I didn’t make them uncomfortable-- Mark takes a deep breath after swallowing a mouthful of hot dog to try to calm his racing thoughts. He feels a pair of eyes on him while he zones out watching the TV and turns his gaze in your direction. You stare back at him with an indiscernible expression before asking, “You okay?”

He smiles and nods, trying not to let his inner turmoil show, “Yeah, I’m good--just starting to get a little tired.” At least that much was true; the fatigue of the past couple weeks of preparation for his quals had decided to dump itself on him now that the adrenaline of the whole ordeal had dissipated. You hum and nod before patting him on the back, an alarmingly comforting gesture that Mark didn’t expect to appreciate as much as he did. The four of you continued to watch Seinfeld until he could feel his eyelids begin to droop. Shit, he thought, I can’t be this tired right now, I still need to get home-- His train of thought is interrupted when he feels you slump against his shoulder gently. He looks down at your now asleep form and huffs out a silent laugh, finding you asleep for a second time that week. He looks up to Colin and Hana, who both seem to be engrossed in the exploits of George and Jerry, before he decides to rest his eyes for a second as well, thinking there wasn’t any harm in taking a moment to rest for once. Mark nods off before he can hear Hana and Colin snicker to themselves.

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You always felt different from the other worker drones, something like an aversion to your own species, where you felt nothing when you lost someone supposedly "important" to you, like your own parents who died in front of you. You watched the two being killed, but you didn't feel sad..in fact you felt a strange satisfaction.

Uzi, a female worker drone daughter of Khan Doorman, your classmate and best entertainer in the entire colony. The drone had an eminent hatred of humans, but let's say you pushed that a little bit by making false documents of how humans despised worker drones and blah blah blah.

As you watched Uzi build a rapport with the murder drones, you weren't just sitting there watching the little show, on the contrary side you knew everything. And I mean everything, about Doll having powers, Lizzy being "friends" with V and other internal colony stuff.

But then, over time you wanted more, you wanted to know what you could do…

So somehow here we are, in a dark, isolated room in your house, with only Thad and Khan Doorman himself bound and gagged against the walls and floor drenched in fresh, dry oil. You really hated cleaning.

The two squirmed and let out moans of pain muffled by the cloth in their mouths with frightened looks, but you rolled your eyes leaving the room, closing the door behind you, leaving the two in darkness.

You were currently crafting a new railgun, the only problem being a lack of parts..your friends wouldn't mind borrowing some limbs right? Haha.. so exciting.

Uzi was currently pacing back and forth in her room, thinking about the latest events that had happened inside and outside the colony, trying to understand what was going on without completely freaking out.

Like..where were her dad and Thad?? They couldn't have simply evaporated from the planet! And they weren't dead either…she preferred to believe that not at least…

Everything was happening so fast..the disappearances, Doll, Lizzy, her father, Thad, N, V and J. Uzi thought that at any moment she might go crazy if she stayed inside this place any longer, and she was pretty much right. You watched the female drone sitting at her desk in silence, having a little thought.

So some time passed, now with the classes over Uzi was walking through the corridors that were almost empty, in addition to having several papers of ''disappeared'' almost like a horror movie in the walls.

'' Hey Uzi! '' You called the drone's name, running after the drone that now seemed to be guarding her books. She gave you a questioning look before closing the closet.

'' Yes (Y/n)? I don't have much time to talk…I have things to do so hurry up '' Uzi spoke in an annoyed tone crossing her arms.

'' Alright, alright.. I have something that might interest you emo '' You said giving an innocent smile. Uzi gave you a suspicious questioning expression.

'' Right.. and what would that be exactly? '' Uzi asks with a dry tone looking at you.

'' Why you do not follow me? It'll be easier that way '' You said giving a smile with your eyes closed, then looking at Uzi.

'' Ugh..I think..I don't have much to lose anyway.. '' Uzi said approaching you. So you two walked to your house, where you opened the door letting Uzi walk in front of you.

Uzi looked over your house, everything looked neat and clean..but there was something about the environment..

'' Then? What do you want to show me? '' Uzi asked impatiently, soon following a silent you that soon opened a door, that led to a black room with purple details, appearing to be for experiments and weapons manufacturing, having some stretchers, metal tables and oil dirtying many parts of the room.

Uzi widened her eyes in fear and surprise, looking at the many metallic parts of other worker drones spread out on tables that looked like they were being used. The drone tried to leave the room, but you were already at the door looking at her with a smile.

'' What's wrong Uzi? Don't you think this is ''Sick as Hell''? I even made it with your favorite colors honey~ Black and purple right? '' You said in a mischievous tone looking at Uzi who looked even more scared.

'' What the hell is this (Y/n)! What the hell did you do? What do you want with me?! '' Uzi said panicking realizing that she was totally unarmed, no longer having her railgun and still not being able to control her powers properly. You laughed softly looking at the scared drone.

'' You're so adorable when you're panicking Uzi..well I'll be straight here..all you have to do is join me, let's kill all the worker drones and humans '' You said giving a creepy smile to Uzi, soon extending your hand to her.

She pulled back hesitantly and scared thinking for a moment, but then…

'' F-fine…just don't hurt me.. '' Uzi said silently looking at the ground taking your hand slowly with fear. You gave a happy smile then gently kissing the drone's hand.

'' You will be fine with me Uzi.. Don't worry ''

[ashadowofburnedoutstardust]

Sorting thoughts:

The countdown list:

This fucking hedron is pissing me off

Ok so Dream 1# concluded with the discovery of the graves under the Hospital, which means the other two dreams are still in play.....🤦‍♀️

Museum Date and the Haitian Woman from the original triad are still playing out, is this the real measure of the countdown I keep feeling?

Complete dream list post:

The Chris dream makes sense in my brain to current context but it may be hard for others to follow....it's all happening at once, which means the Haitian woman dream is playing out at the same time as well

I've always thought the third dream to be related to the US elections, however if you consider the events of South Africa going to the ICC into account it also fits....(Ugh layers) if you think about the overall struggle right now it is basically a fight against colonialism and white supremacy - which also fits

Which I guess means there are layers to the Museum dream as well ugh are they events? We just had the Met Gala? But are the events in the dream the order in which they actually occur? Or is it a list to cross off? This would make sense given a post by Kamala got crossed off as one of the events in the third dream, well symbolically anyway...

(Why can't I just have dreams about my neighbours or some shit? I mean I recently realised the empathic side of what I've been absorbing literally from my neighbours and people around me? Why on earth would the other side bother little old me with world event notes? Like what could I actually achieve?)

Anyway back to todays list:

Eye of the storm approaching? The clock is ticking faster now an increase in wind speed? A flame flickering, Stars falling? An egg cracking

One possible set of events? Again, I worry about the layers, theres always 3,

Eye of the storm approaching?

Why does it present itself as a question though? The eye of the storm/a tilted axis/fork in the path: the centre point from which all things come?

The sun? How close do we come before being burned? It makes me think of the solar storm but while real time events can offer a sign I get more of a Hurricane feeling, which I guess means its at its halfway point, which I guess makes the end of this immediate scenario next January, I'll have to look up events for Jan 2025

(I honestly apologise for the constant metaphors but I challenge you to describe the feeling looking at your favourite colour gives you)

The clock is ticking faster now an increase in wind speed

There is technically an actual ticking clock in the Museum dream attached to a bomb, I rescue the useless twat wearing a moon boot and help him dodge other fake explosions, the debunking of the PR BS maybe?

It makes me wonder about this hurricane feeling, the second half of the storm apparently passes faster than the first, so when it ends it ends at hyperspeed? Ironic they got "married" in a massive storm

Ok layers: time is running out, not just for the CE situation but in the other ones as well. Things are speeding up on both sides the clock is ticking and people are literally aware, the increase in windspeed things happening so fast now its like watching the world go by in fast forward, things aren't going to plan, its like watching a weathervane flip back and forth changing directions

A flame flickering, Stars falling?

*sighs* theres that eternal flame again, *shrugs* I mean solar storm, would it technically be considered flickering? Lol

I have to admit it has crossed my mind how that storm might really mess with some of the older satellites, if one of them falls into the Ocean off the coast of NZ I'm claiming it

It could be what is basically a digital vigil for Palestine, the strength of the flame struggling but refusing to go out, passing of a torch to the newest generation perhaps, keeping the flame alive? Gen Z currently holding the line?

Stars falling, could be funky satellites, could be missiles, could be the flags of the US/UK/Israel? The Blockout2024, the fall of Hollywood Celebs who refused to speak up and pay the price?

An egg cracking

It's the same life/death/rebirth cycle of change?

But what's being hatched? A new plan? A new Path?

Or are we just stuck here looking at Humpty Dumpty after his great fall

Does it mean the facade cracking?

All of the above?

Ugh layers

Back to the Countdown list one more time before I go:

That whole Hedron section is Karmic ☯️

But it's also an end? An end date?

Dark and light, push and pull, a debt owed a debt paid

But a choice only one can make

(ugh this is some chosen one shit isn't it?)

[freyayuki]

Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia Celes Chere Banners

The Six-Warrior Quests Area 3 event just started in the Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia (DFFOO) mobile game. This event came with 2 banners.

Six-Warrior Quests Area 3 Banner 1

The Six-Warrior Quests Area 3 banner 1 features the following chars and their weapons:

Celes Chere from Final Fantasy VI - 15cp, 35cp, Ex, LD, Burst or BT, and Force or FR

Eiko Carol from Final Fantasy IX - 15cp, 35cp, Ex, and LD

Thancred Waters from Final Fantasy XIV - 15cp, 35cp, Ex, and LD

Have everything on this banner except for Celes’s BT, Celes’s FR, and Thancred’s LD. My copy of Thancred’s Ex has been limit broken twice. Have all the other weapons featured on this banner fully MLB already.

Six-Warrior Quests Area 3 Banner 2

The Six-Warrior Quests Area 3 banner 2 features the following chars and their weapons:

Celes Chere from Final Fantasy VI - Force or FR only

Zidane Tribal from Final Fantasy IX - 15cp, 35cp, Ex, LD, and BT

Wakka from Final Fantasy X - 15cp, 35cp, Ex, and LD

Kadaj from Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children - 15cp, 35cp, Ex, and LD

Have everything on this banner except for Celes’s FR and Zidane’s BT. My copy of Wakka’s LD has been limit broken once. Have all the other weapons featured on this banner fully MLB already.

Thoughts about Celes Chere from Final Fantasy VI

I like Celes Chere from Final Fantasy VI (#ad) well enough but wouldn’t call her like an absolute fave or anything.

Currently, I have her 15cp, 35cp, Ex, and LD fully MLB. Her Ex has been Purpled or at Ex+ 3/3.

She has her Bloom Stone. She has triple perfect Artifacts (3 ATK 108 with MAX BRV 330) and 0 Spheres, real or otherwise.

All of her Summon Boards have been completed but only unlocked parts of her Character Enhancement Boards, particularly the tiles that would give me her LD Call and LD extension passive.

For what seems like forever, she’s only had up to her second armor but I recently bought her High Armor so now that’s what she’s equipped with.

I got to use Celes a few times before although since mine wasn’t fully built, she wasn’t my go-to for any endgame content.

Celes is a magical tank who can also imperil enemies and enchant the party with the ice element. She also has some trap-based mechanics in her kit.

And she has some decent enough party-wide auras. Her damage was decent enough as well.

With the addition of her Burst and Force weapons, Celes becomes even better. She’s not really meta though. Pretty sure I can get by just fine without having her fully built and maxed out.

I would love to have all of her weapons but unfortunately, I don’t have the resources to spare for her.

If I had unlimited resources then sure, I’d gladly pull for Celes and all the other chars in DFOO.

But since I don’t have unlimited resources, need to be more selective in who I build and who I pull for.

So, really, I was all set to skip Celes’s banner but I guess I just kinda, sorta feel like pulling and trying my luck anyway.

Six-Warrior Quests Area 3 Banner 1 Tickets Pulls Results

That’s how I found myself on the Six-Warrior Quests Area 3 banner 1. Currently, have 425 tickets on hand.

Aside from the usual bronze and silver trash, including 10-draws with not a single gold, and 15cp and 35cp gold dupes, also got the following:

2/10, came from a gold orb - dupes of Eiko’s Ex and Thancred’s 35cp

2/10, came from a gold orb - dupes of Eiko’s Ex and Eiko’s 15cp

1/10 - dupe of Celes’s Ex

2/10, came from a gold orb - dupes of Eiko’s 15cp and Thancred’s Ex

Now I can finally fully max limit break my copy of Thancred’s Ex weapon. Too bad I still don’t have his LD. But it’s fine.

He’s actually already outdated by now so don’t really have any plans to use him. He doesn’t even have a Force weapon or Burst weapon yet.

1/10 - dupe of Eiko’s Ex

Ugh, why do I keep getting dupes of Eiko’s Ex weapon? This one doesn’t even give a good Sphere. It just heals its user by a small amount. Totally unnecessary when I already have lots of healers.

In fact, this Sphere is so bad that my first and only copy of this is still rotting in my inventory. Have yet to get a char who wants this Sphere and who I want to give real Spheres to.

Anyway, after a few more 10-draws, my next pull gave me a Burst orb.

Hell, yes! Super pleased to see this. Also really happy to get my very first copy of Celes’s Burst weapon.

This 10-draw only gave me Celes’s BT but it’s perfectly fine. Still thought this was a really good pull anyway.

Was down to 225 tickets when Celes’s Burst weapon came home. Now I just need Celes’s FR to complete her kit.

Six-Warrior Quests Area 3 Banner 2 Tickets Pulls Results

Since I just got Celes’s Burst weapon, I decided to stop pulling on the Six-Warrior Quests Area 3 banner 1 and pull on banner 2 instead.

After all, I’m still missing Zidane’s Burst. Maybe it’ll show up if I pull on banner 2. Wakka’s Ex also gives a good D Sphere (this Sphere raises the party’s ATK and MAX BRV by 5%) so wouldn’t say no to getting more copies of said weapon.

Don’t have Thancred’s LD yet but meh. It’s not like I need it. Not planning to use him either so whatever.

So I went to the Six-Warrior Quests Area 3 banner 2 and started tossing tickets on said banner.

Aside from the usual bronze and silver trash, including 10-draws with not a single gold, and 15cp and 35cp gold dupes (like that time when I got dupes of Wakka’s 15cp, Kadaj’s 15cp, and Wakka’s 35cp), also got the following:

1/10, came from a gold orb - dupe of Kadaj’s Ex

After a few more crappy 10-draws, I got another gold orb.

Was expecting to get the usual Ex or even LD dupe so imagine my surprise when I got Celes’s Force weapon instead.

Wow! Also, hell yes! Super pleased to see this. Definitely a very welcome surprise.

This 10-draw also gave me a dupe of Wakka’s 35cp.

Was down to 145 tickets when Celes’s Force weapon came home.

Still don’t have Zidane’s Burst but eh. It’s fine. I’m done with this banner. Don’t want to keep pulling since it’s not like I’m planning to Green Zidane anyway.

Celes Chere from Final Fantasy VI

Fully leveled up Celes’s Burst weapon so I could get its passive. Equipped her with her Force weapon that hasn’t been leveled up or limit broken at all. Realized her High Armor to 0/3.

And that’s it. That’s all I did for Celes so far. Was debating with myself on whether to go ahead and fully build her by Greening her Burst and Bluing her High Armor and completing all of her Boards and fully max limit breaking her FR and even giving her real Spheres but I don’t know.

Doing all of that will really cost me a lot of resources. Much as I like Celes, I’m not sure it’s worth it to spend so much to fully build her and max her out.

Really don’t think I’ll be able to use her much even if I max her out. After all, she’s not much of a DPS.

She’s a tank but I already have other tanks. And most of the time, I don’t need tanks anyway. Most of the time, I prefer to just go in and end any hard fight as soon as possible.

Most of the time, enemies don’t even get to move, or I just bring a Call to negate their attacks or something.

If resources weren’t so scarce, I’d gladly max out Celes and all the other chars in DFFOO that I’m even slightly interested in.

Maybe someday, sometime in the future, I’ll eventually be able to max out Celes. We’ll see, I guess. For now, just gonna have to leave her like this.

At least she works well enough as-is. She does her job well enough even in this state. Of course, she’d be better if she was fully maxed out but she’s already pretty good even in this state.

Update: much, much later, I ended up giving Celes the following RF Spheres: Aeris or Aerith Gainsborough’s (from Final Fantasy VII) RF A Sphere, Snow Villiers’s (from Final Fantasy XIII) RF B Sphere, and Wakka’s (from Final Fantasy X) RF D Sphere.

Aerith’s A Sphere raises its user’s magical attack stat, Snow’s B Sphere raises its user’s attack stat, and Wakka’s D Sphere raises the party’s attack and max brave stats.

Since these are only RF Spheres, the stat ups aren’t that high but they still work well enough. Didn’t want to give Celes real Spheres since I opted not to fully build her and max her out. If I ever Green her Burst and Blue her High Armor, then I’d definitely look into giving her triple real Spheres.

Conclusion

So, what about you? Did you pull on either of the Six-Warrior Quests Area 3 banners? What do you think about Celes Chere, Kadaj, Zidane, and all the other chars featured on these banners? Feel free to share your thoughts and opinions by leaving a comment below or by reblogging or replying to this post.

Notes:

screenshots are from my Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia game account