#yippee blackmail

[crimebell]

MAGp - 007

"It's not like we're wrestling with tape recorders and manilla folders." Ayyyy fingerguns. They're trying to kill me.

Fuck yeah Celia I also think the spoken ones have a connection! God we're awesome wanna go out sometime

"Is there any way to look up specific cases? Like ones about being buried alive, or meat, or whatever..." Again, they are trying to kill me. Celia what do you know please stay safe my knowledgeable queen

Hilltop Center - Hilltop road? God there's enough references here to send me into cardiac arrest

"All for a good cause." okay evil agenda

With the burning destruction and subsequent bloody deaths this case leads to I wanted to stray from it, but the specificity of feeling suffocated felt so Buried I couldn't quite let it go. Also that was definitely Starkwall that rescued the victim; with how cagey and negatively they were spoken about earlier, I believe they are not, nor have they ever been, in good standing with the O.I.A.R. Because they rescued the victim here, even more credence to our fellas working for a Not Good.

Celia recognizes Jon's voice! God we have so much in common are you free next Saturday

Sam got an intentional email from a 'Jon' with a name and address- as much as I want my little guy to stay safe, I wanna find out about my other littler guy even more.

Lena girlfailed at killing 'Klaus' ! Should've gone with the metal pipe method. Never fails

[gyrovagi]

keep asking myself is this idea too fucked up though...? knowing full well that i came up with it because it's exactly the right amount of fucked up for me. and this is my house

[diegoshargrieves]

listening to my parents talk about me is so fucking funny. "she's dealt with us for so long that at this point she's done. she's mentally checked out from having to give a shit about anyone. can you believe how corruptible she is just because she's almost an adult and she thinks that we're not her problem anymore?"

like man you are literally so close. so fucking close.

[mof17]

I accept your apology -🌸

<3 YIPPEEEEEE

ty for accepting my very heartfelt apology

[stevie-petey]

now you're a stranger (and i'm still july)

﹂ season three of "come home"

a lot can change in a year, and when summer comes to hawkins, you think you're finally okay with this idea. you've settled things with jonathan, nancy is now your friend, and steve harrington calls you angel. then dustin intercepts a secret russian code and your grand plans of you and robin teasing steve all summer, and maybe even falling in love, all come crashing down. (meanwhile all steve wants to do is ask you out). (but the russians complicate things). (as usual).

episode one: suzie, do you copy? - you help nancy sneak through jonathans window, the party uses you for your "in" with steve, and you sorta become the reason dustin almost blinds lucas. meanwhile, steve tries, and fails, to make you his girlfriend (this will happen all summer), but have no fear ! dustin intercepts a russian code and makes everything even harder for everyone. what a sweet brother <3

episode two: the mall rats - dreams are weird, billy is a hitchhiker, and hopper flirts with joyce in front of you (youre not sure which is scarier), somehow robin knows russian and has genius ears, you get caught in an awkward breakup showdown, and you shamefully are shocked when you discover that hawkins is anything but normal. you would think youd be a pro at this already, but at least steve is hot and really good at sneaking through windows.

episode three: the case of the missing lifeguard - dustin blackmails you for $5 and then dubs steve as boyfriend material for you, robin cracks yet another russian code, you all almost waterboard yourselves after sneaking onto the mall's roof, you have a sexy nervous breakdown, and jonathan takes you for a drive in his sick car.

episode four: the sauna test - dustin has some brotherly concern for you (dont tell anyone though), steve is offended you dont think he can fight, nancy gets upset during therapy hour, robin encourages child endangerment, erica becomes your hero, and you lose your lunch on hawkins makeshift tower of terror (aka sketchy russian elevators).

episode five: the flayed - you have the worst birthday of your life, you almost strangle steve with your bare hands and then later get snot all over him, erica is your savior, dustin is doing his best, robin starts to suspect things, and the russians have opened a gate to the upside down. its all pretty miserable tbh. but hey ! at least steve won a fight !

episode six: e pluribus unum - things get hot and heavy in the face of death, mean russians kidnap your hot almost-boyfriend, you have a philosophical discussion about nerdiness with the kids, acid becomes your new favorite weapon, and steve and robin try drugs together. yippee !

episode seven: the bite - steve and robin are your nightmare blunt rotation, you manage to escape a russian lair: mario cart style, you learn that therapy sessions are fun in public bathrooms, steve places your brother on the russian fbi most wanted list, el probably just killed a bunch of people (deserved), and reunions with jonathan are always special when one of you is gravely injured.

episode eight: the battle of starcourt - jonathan becomes a certified surgeon, hopper returns and is oddly sentimental (wonder what that could mean !), you and dustin show off your musical theater talents, the mind flayer becomes a track star, fireworks become weapons, and really a lot just happens so suddenly it gives you whiplash. dont worry though, the rest of your summer involves painful goodbyes and the scary realization that youre growing up. absolutely disgusting. but at least steve gets to kiss you whenever now, so hooray for that ! side note: you keep making promises to people, surely there wont be narrative foreshadowing as a result !

⌑ set between seasons 3 and 4

episode nine: the good - the party battles the horrors of high school and leave you stranded, tw: applying for college is harder than fighting literal demons (you would know, youve done it), jonathan joins your nightmare blunt rotation, max worries you, and steve solidifies his position of Best Boyfriend in the World as you slowly fall apart (though is anyone really surprised ??).

⌑ status: FINISHED

⌑ season three title based on this song x

⌑ blurbs set within "come home" can be found here x

⌑ “come home” season masterlist

*note: this is a part of my stranger things rewrite, “come home”, and other seasons can be found linked above :)

[sammywolfgirl]

Ok cannon will probably case me to revise this idea but I’m already attached to what I’m doing with smoked cheese so I’m not above throwing cannon to the wind if needed.

But anyways idea-

Burning spice taking an interest to smoked cheese because his ability to control monsters is like a weaker version of his ability to make minor creatures go berserk so he just grabs smoked cheese by the scruff and declares him his protige and smoked cheese is being dragged against his will back to the golden cheese kingdom by a fucking beast cookie and he’s just silently panicking because how tf does he explain he’s been blackmailed by dark enchantress into joining her side against his will and now this fucking beast has taken an interest in him and-

Smoked cheese is having a bad time and golden cheese is probably going to have a worse one YIPPEE

Burning spice is the only one here having a great time

[mayonnaise-sock]

So when it comes to this whole magical girl princess kenny au, if he were to have a non magical friend who’s in on the weird shit, who do we think it’d be

I’m kinda leaninh toward karen, kyle or butters but idk

Dependinh on how i feel i may or may not trans butters’ gender

[littlefoxandthearcher]

After watching bridgerton; Benedict is soooo silly and sweet he must have the cutest love story…

All the stans loving Sophie + Benedict.

Me reading “An offer from a Gentlemen”:

Spoilers for An Offer from a Gentleman:

I KNOW it’s not literature…and I love Cinderella retellings…so y’all please there was like 4 good scenes…we must be so forreal rn. I’ve seen fanfics miles better than that.

Sophie is a great character but we have to unpack the implications of Benedict playing “hero” to her against attempted r*pists…then proceeding to want her for himself… as she has no independence and is now only relying on him - to OFFER HER to be his mistress.

Like you have to be so serious rn. That’s extremely manipulative- dare I say not romantic at all?? Even if she was in love with him she KNEW that’s not what she wanted and told him repeatedly. But did he listen- NO. HE BLACKMAILED HER!!!!! Oh I had enough of that.

If I was to change the book to be even a fraction of what the fandom hypes it up to be…simply focusing on

1. Cinderella aspect- we love to see it and especially with the crossing class boundaries and the whole arimenta thing! Great.

2. Benedict interfering with Sophie getting bullied…maybe from rich men and women;

- so their class differences are more apparent for him to be helping her. And she wouldn’t “owe” him anything more than a thank you (even though it is common decency). This also allows Benedict’s character to grow from an empathetic person to seeing sophie as a love interest and it’s kinda a “hero” moment without her being fully dependent on him. Especially if he gives her several options to work with others and then she chooses to go with him. Then her safety with him will be based on trust. And his feelings of protection will not be manipulative.

3. Rainy Carriage love it.

4. Benedict being sick…

—-but let’s not kiss a sick man. But maybe a hallucination of the mysterious woman from the ball. Sophie caring for him. Maybe seeing sketches of herself from the masquerade…coming to the conclusion she wants to tell him but then he says some of the shit about class or something stupid.

5. Skinny dipping !! Yippee!!

6. Hired as bridgerton ladies maid…

—-but NO BLACK MAIL (wtf was that)

7. Sophie loving his sisters and family and then being kidnapped by arimenta.

Overall I needed more of Benedict yearning for the masquerade girl and Sophie too. I want him to be in agony over this.

[trans-luis-serra-navarro]

I remember there was a headcanon about Luis attending a school that had secret connections with Umbrella. Now I can't help but think if Leon and Luis have a kid, they would do extensive background checks on schools their kid would attend, because they'll want to make sure none of those schools were associated with Umbrella/have ties to corrupt companies/organizations.

Thank you so much for sending in an ask!!!!!!! But yesyesyesyesyes I know the headcannon you’re talking about!!!!!! From memory I think either @geddy-leesbian or @hamartia-grander made some pretty extensive posts going into this idea??? Either way its really fascinating to think about!!!!

For those of you who don’t know, the headcannon/theory basically revolves around the fact that Luis was able to graduate school seemingly pretty quickly/was considered a ‘child prodigy’, and that in-universe theres a few characters who attended schools created specifically by Umbrella to essentially indoctrinate them; one of the most notable being the Umbrella Executive Training School that William and Wesker attended.

Umbrella has a few random facilities like this (like the Rockford Prison) And considering the fact that Europe seemed to be a relatively big hub for Umbrella, it DEFINITELY wouldn’t be much of a stretch to say that they’d have a similar school with the intent of training/indoctrinating ‘child prodigies’ to work for them in the future, and it’d be even less pf a stretch to assume that Luis, who came from a VERY sheltered religious background, would be a very easy subject to pick (cuz! yippee!! capitalist grooming am i right or am i right!!) It’d also absolutely lend a hand to why Luis grabbed as many items as he could and just BOOKED IT immediately after finding out what their plans for Nemesis REALLY were (I could talk about that part of his life/that realisation for HOURS oh my GOD)

EDIT I FORGOT TO ADD: Umbrella on some level does work quite like a cult. I’ll link a post that does a MUCH better job explaining it than I could in the replies of this post, but creating facilities for the sole purpose of indoctrinating already vulnerable young people into being on board with your project and isolating them from friends and family is like. Cult behaviour 101 BFNEHENDJDJ which is VERY painful to think about how Luis got roped into cults THREE times. Valdelobos before Saddler showed up wasn’t EXPLICITLY a cult, but considering it was isolated from modern society and heavily Catholic theres a strong argument to be made- then of course theres Umbrella- then of course he was blackmailed into working with Los Illuminados. I’ll make a post going deeper into that SOMEDAY, but like,,,, just the tragedy of his life being one big cycle he cant break is just. So devastating man are you KIDDING ME

I’m not like. SUUUUUPER knowledgeable on super obscure lore stuff like locations/facilities etc, so if you have a question about that specifically @highball66 would probably be a better person to ask!!!!

But again we know like. NOTHING about the inbetween time between Luis running away from Valdelobos as a child and him popping up as one of Umbrella’s top scientists other than the fact that he was a child prodigy and he excelled in college- hell even the dates/ages get kinda wonky at times BHFNEHENEUDNSIS but also this is Resident Evil where things get wonky a lot of the time so!!! Eh!!!!!!!

I have my own personal theory on what he did during that time inbetween I would be SO MORE THAN HAPPY to ramble about HDNEHENDJDN

BUT TO THE POINT OF YOUR QUESTION!!! YES!!!!!!!! ABSOLUTELY!!!!!!!!!! Plus just in general with Leon having a lot more enemies than friends, doing background checks on teachers or whatever would probably seem like paranoia to an outsider but to them?????? Nah you can NEVER be safe. Plus Leon’s like, a government agent- he obviously doesn’t have a TON of autonomy but I can imagine he at least has SOME power to dig up information on people. AND, the both of them literally went through hell and back to save Ashley, who was kidnapped right under the presidents nose- So like!! Hell yeah they’d be paranoid abt where their kids going man!!!!!!!! Rightfully so I think!!!

[i-am-columbus]

ooc: LORE RECAPPP

Alr!! New Followers, this is your recap of High School Marvin lore. It's Marvin's world and we're living in it and I'm the captain of this ship! (recap)

Marvin is homophobic, and has a strange fascination for the ocean. There's a body of water under the balcony of the rich ass house he lives in with his neglectful parents and maids. He's thought about drowning himself multiple times. He also has giddy seizures when he's overwhelmed that are either laughing fits or crying and screaming fits that he doesn't remember afterwards.

So Marvin is auditioning for the play and he gets Columbus. Whizzer gets Amerigo but Marvin thinks his name is Wilson. Marvin kinda crushes on him. Trina is Queen Isabella bc I love foreshadowing and Marvin's sweetheart, who is named Ellie, is working backstage.

Marvin finally gets the courage to talk to Whizzer and they practice for the play. Blablabla they grow closer, Marvin goes to one of Whizzer's games, they play chess and racquetball yippee. Marvin draws Whizzer and Whizzer writes about Marvin. Very cute. Marvin sort of has a panic attack? Its not a seizure bc he was just hyperventilating. Whizzer helps him by holding his hand and being there. They start talking and at some point Marvin founds out that Whizzer is gay and honestly doesn't mind that much since he likes Whizzer too much to care. This starts the character development yay

Guys threaten to out Whizzer to his dad bc everyone knows he's gay. Theres also a rumor that he gave bjs to the whole football team. Marvin fakes a seizure to distract them and gets his ass beat while doing so bc thats what they usually do when he's like that. Marvin then gets friends bc theres this super cool Pink anon that started off kinda homophobic and gossipy but turns out shes gay and just annoyed that all her friends are getting boyfriends. She also kinda has a crush on Trina.

Whizzer gets invited to a party and Marvin is like 'dude they're gonna beat you up' but instead of being chill, he's obsessive af bc ofc. Whizzer distracts Marvin by practicing kissing for the play lmao.

Whizzer goes to the party, keeps getting coerced into drinking, this sophomore dude (Marv and Whiz are freshman) is like 'hey bbg can we like kiss' and whizzer is like 'sure' and then turns out it was a trap and Whizzer gets thrown into this room where he gets the shit beat out of him while they take pics of him. The cops come bc underage drinking and the soph that tricked Whiz earlier feels bad so he gives him a ride.

There's blackmail against Whizzer now. Somewhere around all of that Marvin and Whizzer had a roller rink not-date, which is a place that Sweetheart and Marvin had had a date in so kinda sus. And at some point Whizzer becomes a metaphor for the moon?? Since Marvin loves the ocean at night and the way the moon shines on it, the metaphor happened and its pretty cool.

Some guys sent Marvin the pics and he went on a full on rage so he beat up a guy with pencils and rocks and shit. He got suspended for two days. Sweetheart went crazy at some point there.

One guy is like "ill tell on Whizzer to his dad unless you break shit off with Whizzer' so angst happens and they fight and most blackmail is gone now. But Marvin gets a giddy seizure and spills the beans to Whizzer, so after he wakes back up they're chill.

Later, the guys with the blackmail decided to tell the principal about the party and the pictures and make it seem like Whizzer had been trying to kiss the soph so that the principal would speak to Whizzer's alcoholic dad and out him.

Pink and Marvin show up earlier and Pink starts a fight with one of them so that it'll look like a bunch of seniors beating up a freshman girl but principal doesn't get there in time so Marvin got injured defending her. But the guys do get suspended. Marvin is still not satisfied

One of the guys is like 'meet me at this abandoned house to fight and dont bring pencils' and marvin is just kinda like 'ok'. The guy is like 'give me your lunch money and tell the truth abt what happened today and ill stop bothering you' but marv is like 'burn the leftover blackmail first'. The guy is like 'youll have to fight me for it' and marv is like 'ok' so Marvin gets the shit beat out of him. Marvin is now heavily injured, not eating lunch bc of lunch money deal, but doesn't have to worry abt the bullying bc even tho the blackmail still exists, the guy said he wouldnt do anything.

Marvin is just having an existential sexuality crisis now. I know most of you didn't read this but live laugh love and have a nice day!

[narrators-journal]

Hiiii yandere akechi anon again.

Yandere!akechi, willing and encouraging!joker number 19? With a hint of 31? I think it's 31. Breed that fuck ass. That one. Yippee.

Bonus if its trans dynamic there's a lack of trans dynamic joker please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please

I tried my best! A/B/O is a challenging kink for me to write thanks to how broad it can be, but I enjoy exploring it, and I hope it came out well. Same with the transness, I tried my best, and I hope it’s p clear! But, for now, I hope you enjoy, I’m very proud of the fact you thought I did a good enough job to return and ask again, and I hope this one continues that respectful trend and is fun to read!

Kinktober prompt list: Here

Kinktober masterlist: Here

CW: breaking and entering, yandere behavior, breeding, maybe a TEENSIE bit of masochism and essence of dubcon, just the lightest hint. Stalking, A/B/O setting, and shoddy writing is likely. Also, I will admit this one might tread a bit too close to reality for comfort, so if you are not comfortable with a yandere!Cop character, please just. Feel free to skip, I don’t want to risk any discomfort.

With a deep, rib-stretching breath of crisp autumn air, Goro Akechi breathed out as much of the day’s stress as he could. The silence of the shadowed, sleepy neighborhood a much appreciated reprieve from the noise and chaos of the last few days. “You’d think other Alpha’s would get a clue after a few refusals…” He muttered to himself as he meandered down the dark street, his hands behind his head, his russet eyes on the first quarter of the moon shown that month. Though, the celestial body obviously didn’t comment on his mood or mutterings. So, he just sighed and continued to think aloud, “I hate this time of year. Omegas are needy for any crumb of attention they can get, Alphas are more aggressive than a horned up honey badger, and I’m stuck dealing with the aftermath.”

Though, I suppose I can’t complain. It pays my bills well enough, and if I hadn’t gone into this line of work, how would I be able to know Akira Kurusu’s medical history? He told himself to somewhat soothe the aggravation from his day. Which, was a slightly odd way to cheer himself up, since Akira Kurusu was, in all but evidence, a prominent phantom thief. So, in any other world’s logic, Akechi’s hatred would’ve stayed just that. Hatred.

And, to civilians, it had. Akechi made it painfully clear on camera how he despised ‘Joker’ for the breaking and entering, theft, and blackmail he infected Tokyo with. Yet, beneath the annoyance and disdain for the charming ravenette, was a twisted...protectiveness over the thief. Because, some part of the Alpha didn’t see the man as a simple thief to be caught, he was his nemesis. At this point the detective felt as if Akira Kurusu was histhief.

Akechi hated how Akira Kurusu had infected his thoughts like a disease, but he hated the thought of anyone else catching him even more. So, he’d gathered any evidence against the ravenette to hide away and he’d even killed other cops to keep them from being the ones to arrest him. He’d researched and studied Akira’s every move for a year now, gotten into his medical records, slipped trackers into his coats, and a myriad of other things to make sure that nobody else could figure out the ravenette’s identity before Akechi was ready to finally arrest him.

Which, was a possibility only because of Akechi’s spotless reputation as the second coming of the detective prince, and his experience as a cop. So, no matter how many dumb, horned up Alphas who didn’t share in Akechi’s level of self control, he had to keep his job. Sadly.

At that realization, the detective prince took another deep breath to sigh out in frustation. Though, this time, a specific scent stopped him in his tracks.

A very specific type of coffee fragrance.

One that sat heavily on his tongue like some sort of syrup. Much too heavy for it to be an Omega’s scent, Omegas tended to have lighter scents during their breeding times. Smells that dissolved like cotton candy when they came into contact with an Alpha’s braincells. Nor was it the scent of a Beta in heat, because the smells Betas gave off to lure in a mate were ghostly. They were faint, a bit vaguer, and more of a tease on the senses. So, that left the only other option to explain it. It was the scent of an Alpha.

In all of his time as a detective, Akechi had smelled plenty of Omegas, Betas, and Alphas, so he could tell the specific type of person he was approaching, but, this one was...different. This one was vaguely familiar to the detective prince. He knew it from somewhere, even though the answer failed to come to mind as he remembered to continue his walk.

Which, intrigued the brunette. Wonder who it could be, He mused as he observed where he was being led within the neighborhood.Maybe Sae? Or, with my luck, Miss Okumura. Granted, she hates me and suspects I’m corrupt, but I wouldn’t be surprised.

Though, Haru Okumura’s home was at the very edge of town. In a gated community that barely dared to be next to the lesser Bezos’ of the neighboring areas. And, Sae Nijima lived closer to the court house and her office. Nowhere near the neighborhood Akechi was in because he was in Akira Kurusu’s neighborhood. And, from what he could tell when he followed the fragrance further and further through the night, closer to Akira’s home.

And, when Akechi finally approached Akira’s home properly, a normal, rather plain-looking home, he did his best to keep his heart rate steady. Even though he’d seen the home plenty from the yard, each step closer to the slightly opened door was like a fresh dose of nearly childish adrenaline into his veins and each inhale of the fragrance in the air like some odd contact high for the brunette. Though, that could’ve also been from the thrill that came from the thought of the ravenette he spent so much time thinking about helpless and needy. Whichever was to blame didn’t matter, though. Akechi could blame neither for the ease he had in pushing open the door the rest of the way and simply walking into Akira’s home.

Which, was a nearly silent home, that night. With no young redhead on the couch to spend the night, and no blonde track stars up too late to watch netflix, the only noise that filled the dark shadows of the night was a soft whimper somewhere deeper in the cafe of a home. “Hello? Akira?” He called into the home, paused a moment by the doorway to listen for a reply, but none came. So, he closed the door and moved deeper into the house. Saved from a proper sweep of the home by the trail of clothing that led from the middle of the living room, down a hallway, and into the master bedroom.

And, that was where he found his needy thief. Nestled into a bundle of his blankets, pillows, couch cushions, and basically anything soft on his bed, his fluffy black hair a mess from the sweat, his charcoal eyes almost lit by lust when he looked over at the detective in his bedroom’s doorway. “Are you here to rob me, arrest me, or...I dunno, breed me…” Akira Kurusu asked, his voice thickened by the same syrupy rut that filled the air with a caffeinated scent. “I’m not sure yet, which one do you sugges-” “Breed me.” The request was more of a demand. Snapped out into the darkness of the room as the ravenette sat up in the nest. And, that was the only real encouragement the man needed. Who am I to deny him the chance to have an eighteen-year reminder of me? Makes my life easier in the long run.

So, without much further thought or conversation, the brunette silenced the needy Alpha with a kiss. A kiss that was almost instantly returned with Akira’s strong arms thrown around his neck for good measure. As if I’m gonna leave after just a kiss? Akechi thought at the ravenette with a small smile that threatened to break their kiss. Though, he didn’t bother actually pulling away to verbalize the words, instead his hands went to the ravenette’s waist so that they could coast upwards.

Over his ribs, the muscles he got from the years of criminal acrobatics, and the soft, old, near-invisible scars just beneath his pectoral muscles until Akira shuddered and broke away from their heated kiss to breathe.

So, the brunette took the chance to move his lips from the needy thief’s lips, over his overheated skin and down his throat as he slowly pushed him back into the heap of caffeine-scented pillows and blankets. Akira’s stranglehold on his neck only loosened so that he could claw at the detective’s pants until they were shoved down his hips. In return, the brunette nipped and nibbled at the man’s throat to earn more thoughtless whimpers. Though, despite the weight of Akira’s scent on his mind, Akechi made sure to keep control of himself so that he wouldn’t go claiming him as his mate.

Doing that would’ve complicated Akechi’s life too much, so he poured that urge into how he groped over the dark-haired man’s scarred, gorgeously built body roughly. The ravenette’s noises freely given in response to his touch, either into the detective prince’s mouth, or the need-scented air. Which, the brunette reciprocated with his own quieter moans and the warm kisses that he littered over Akira’s feverish skin as soon as his back was on the mat of pillows and blankets. Which, got him Akira’s legs locked around his waist just as quickly, just so the needy Alpha could drag him closer with a desperate whine.

Which, made the detective grin slightly against the surgery scar he was lavishing with kisses so that he could relish the frantic rise and fall of the man’s chest. But, he didn’t tease him too much more after that. He may have had an iron grip on his reaction to the scent of a rut or heat, but he still went through them himself, and he understood the agony that filled a man’s veins when he had no partner to help.

So, he lined himself up with the thief’s slick asshole and pushed into him slowly. The simple penetration all it took to get nails dug into the brunette’s back to pull out a surprised groan and get him to nearly slam in to the hilt all in one go. “Jesus, Akira. Chill.” He growled, even as he gave into his demand and skipped the slow adjustment period to instead just start thrusting steadily while the thief moaned and clawed into his back.

The slap of Akechi’s skin against the ravenette’s ass mixed with the noisy man’s thick, coffee-like fragrance and needy noises quick to create a heady concoction that invaded Akechi’s brain like a well trained batallion. That, paired with the squeeze of the ravenette’s ass, and the bite of his claws into the detective’s back, the brunette’s thoughts were swiftly overwhelmed by feral demands of, Breed him. Make him yours. Make sure this bitch can’t ever escape you again. From a darker voice in his head that the detective usually ignored. Yet, with how Akira’s legs locked around his waist, he had no choice but to obey.

So, when he began to feel the first whispers of light-headed dizziness creep into his head from the rush of blood down to his knot, an evil smile spread across his face. “You want a baby, right, Kurusu?” He growled down to the mess of moans and whines that had once been Tokyo’s most notorious gentleman thief. “Yes! Yes, please, yes!” He plead in an instant, his charcoal-colored eyes blown wide, the watery silver moonlight barely a glint in his glazed over eyes. Which, would surely net the detective a coercion charge after the effects of Akira’s rut had worn off, but that was a problem for a more sane Akechi to deal with.

In that moment, all the brunette felt was the eager twitch of his cock, and the blood race from his head, to his knot. Until, the gland at the base of his cock could just begin to stretch the thief’s slickened hole until he arched his back into Akechi and whined. Though, whatever he was begging for, the detective couldn’t make out, so, he simply covered his bases with a rougher, faster pace.

Which, filled the dark room’s coffee-rich air with more incoherent whines and rewarded the detective prince with more scratches to his back and shoulders. The pain of the thief’s nails in his flesh like a full storm’s worth of little lightning bolts that headed straight for his groin to further muddy whatever thoughts had remained in his skull. Though, they completely unravelled as soon as Akira opened his mouth. “Akechi! F-fuck, Akechi, give me a baby, please!”

As soon as the man sputteredthat out,that level of self control that Akechi took so much pride in snapped like a rubberband. And, with it went all but a single scrap of sanity that let him do his best to assure in a feral growl, “Oh, I’m gonna…” right before his pace grew so rough, that it left Akira a thoughtless puddle of loud moans in his comfortable nest of pillows and blankets. Though, those whimpered moans were still far louder and needy than the brunette’s noises. Most of Akechi’s mindless desire to breed was only evident in the way that his knot swelled and gave a smallpop each time that the detective pulled it free of the thief’s ass.At least, until he let loose a final string of curses into the darkness of the room and slammed his knot into Akira.

Once he was sure that his cock was locked into Akira, free to twitch and spew thick cum into him, the dark-haired thief finally released the hold his legs had on the man’s hips. Both men breathless and sweaty, shakey to different extents within the mussed nest. So, they didn’t bother saying much, even as Akechi crumpled into the pile of fabrics and pulled the barely-conscious phantom thief closer to wait for his knot to go down. A devious grin on the detective’s lips as he basked in the knowledge that his beloved nemesis would be haunted by him in some way. Whether that was simple embarrassment, or a child, Akechi didn’t care in the moment.

[oli-b3rry]

Okay idk if anyone actually remembers that post I made a few weeks ago about how I wanted to combine my two hyperfixations but didn't know how the tmnt would get the death penalty and would be sent down to the had all blacksite but I had ideas🫶

Basically Leo held Warren Stone at gun point because he actually did a good job in attempting to kill them, and Donnie committed grand larceny (Mikey and Raph were charged as accomplices) and blah blah blah justice system blah blah they get the death sentence (idk either man), and April and Cassandra get done for kidnapping and blackmail or smth (the kidnapped Warren bc they thought he kidnapped the others bc they hadn't come back from 'fighting' with him) and repeat cycle justice system blah blah and they also get the death penalty.

So then blacksite stuff yippee (Leo dies first on the first run because he was curious about the void locker, he died door one. L bozo)

[smileinc]

@leprechaun-stealerofgold

I will eat you

YOU HAVE BEEN BLACKMAILED

YIPPEE

[janetbrown711]

A Better (not) Son or Daughter

MK has been acting like a "goody two shoes" at school and it really starts to get on Mei's nerves until she finally reaches her breaking point

tw for the besties fighting, minor fantasy racism, and anxious mental breakdowns

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 8.5 Part 9 Part 10 Part 10.5 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

Ao3 Link

Mei wasn’t liking how MK was acting at school as of late.

There was just something… weird about it– something wrong about it.

Like how during math class, he started not glancing at Mei’s answers, or at lunch he’d keep quiet, or how during PE he just started laughing along to Qiang’s stupid jokes– and on top of all that she could actively see him hiding or stopping his numerous little fidgets he did during the day.

It was weird!

Of course the teachers didn’t seem to notice the negative behavior, even praising him for “being more focused” which was totally weird because if Mei knew one thing it was that her best friend struggled with focusing just as much as she did (if not more). Of course, his grades were still not the greatest, but he was starting to get C+s and B-s, which made Pigsy proud.

MK really liked making Pigsy proud, so at least he was happy, but… but still. It was weird, and Mei didn’t like it.

What probably frustrated her the most was how she couldn’t even talk about it without sounding crazy or jealous. Like– “Wow Mei, way to be happy that your best friend is getting good grades and is getting your guardian’s approval. You’re such a good friend.”

But it was off! It was weird! It was so very not normal. Annoyingly so.

She wondered if perhaps Qiang was blackmailing him or something, or if it had to do with the whole “Career Day” thing since she noticed the behavior had started right after winter break. Maybe it had to do with Pigsy saying he now “trusted them enough to not need him to drop them off”, which was a lie if Mei ever heard one, but even then she couldn't say why that'd make MK change his behavior. Plus, MK was completely unresponsive to her questioning, especially if it was during class, so Mei was left to wonder all on her own.

Yippee.

“If you keep twisting those noodles you’re going to take the whole bowl, kid,” Pigsy commented with a chuckle.

“Oh! Sorry, Piggy,” Mei apologized, immediately releasing the poor sesame noodles back into the bowl.

“You got a test today or something? Your face is as scrunched as my ma’s playing mahjong,” He laughed a little more, but this time more at the memory than her.

“No, I’m just… thinkin’,” She glanced at MK, who was eating peacefully with his legs swinging (unlike how they’d be at school).

MK suddenly stopped though, looking at her and pointing out, “Uh, yeah we do. We have a history test,” with a mouth full of noodles.

“MK, don’t talk with your mouth full, please,” Pigsy massaged his forehead.

MK laughed and nodded before swallowing. “We have a history test today.”

Right. One of the last ones before school ends. A last ditch effort for Mei to get her grades up, but she wasn’t all that hopeful.

Pigsy glanced at Mei. “Did you know that?”

“Kinda,” She admitted, looking down at her bowl and poking it with her chopsticks.

“You study for it at all?” He then asked.

Mei shrugged. Unless the history had dragons actively involved, she wasn’t interested. And the unit right now was just on some dead chairman guy they were all supposed to really care about, but Mei’s dad had never liked him much, so she didn’t either… whatever his name was.

“Gotta study for these things if you want your grades to go up, kiddo,” Pigsy pointed out while washing some of the dishes from breakfast.

“I know, I know,” Mei lowered her head, picking up a single seed and trying to squish it between her chopsticks. “History’s just kinda… boring.”

“Yeesh, don’t let Tang hear that,” Pigsy joked but Mei could only crack a weak smile.

Pigsy sighed, turning off the sinking and looking at her. “Just try your best, kid. That's all you can do.”

Mei wasn’t really sure she could do her best right now… Heck, she hadn’t really been doing her best since before her parents died. After all, if she were doing her best, she'd be perfect and if she’d been perfect, her parents would still be here.

“Okay,” she said instead, since it made Pigsy happier to think she agreed.

He smiled at her softly, ruffling her hair before going off to grab his keys while Mei shoved a few more bites before throwing the rest in the trash and rinsing out the bowl, which MK copied.

“I can let you copy off of my test if you want, Mei,” Her friend suggested, smiling all innocently.

Mei couldn’t help but roll her eyes with an aggressive huff, making MK step back and give her a weird look, but Mei moved on before it could be acknowledged with words.

She went into her room, shoving a few loose papers into her bag without care just as Pigsy called asking if they were ready to go.

Mei zipped up her bag, giving a glance to the shrine to her parents in the corner of her room. “Yeah! Just gimme a sec!”

Her parents were looking at her with a perfectly neutral expression, their stance and position perfectly neutral towards each other. At least, that’s what it looked like at first, but Mei remembered that photo shoot. It was for a big promotion at her Mama’s company and she had spent hours making sure Mei looked absolutely perfect. In fact, if she focused really hard on her Mama’s dark eyes, she could see her not quite looking at the camera, but at Mei with this look of… expectation. And hope, maybe.

Or maybe she was just paranoid from staring at dead people instead of getting ready for school.

Mei sighed, shoving a water bottle and pencil case into the sidepockets of her backpack.

She shouldn’t be feeling this way. It had been seven months. Her parents loved her. Or love her, if there’s some kind of afterlife or if ghosts are real. But either way, there was love. Mei was loved. It was cool.

Mei ran out of the room and joined her guardian and MK by the door.

“You two ready for today?” Pigsy asked, hand on the doorknob.

“Yes sir, Mr. Pigsy,” MK gave a big, bright-eyed grin.

“As I’ll ever be,” Mei bit her cheek, and with that the three of them were off.

.o0o.

Drop-offs were more like a ding-dong-ditch these days, with Pigsy making sure to step off the subway with them and make sure they got to the stairs okay before watching them disappear, and only then would be begin waiting for his next train (which Mei only knew because sometimes they’d go back down and watch him). If anything, it told Mei he was totally lying about trusting them, but she knew not to confront him since adults were usually sensitive about those things.

It didn’t make the walk to school from the station any easier though, and Mei tried kicking a pebble all the way to make up for being kind of annoyed at MK for no real reason.

“I– um… I could also help you study before class starts… if you want,” MK suggested, and Mei kicked the pebble harder.

“I’m fine. I don’t need help,” She focused really hard on a second kick that sent it across the crosswalk right before a car drove by.

“That’s true, you are really smart,” MK smiled at her but she ignored it, looking both ways before crossing the street, which MK quickly followed.

Mei continued kicking the rock.

“The test is also stuff I mostly knew from my old school– which means you must really, really know it if you’ve been here for so long,” MK continued trying to be all light hearted and stuff, but it just made Mei’s skin crawl, and for once in her life, she was relieved when they arrived at the school.

Instead of leaving the rock, she picked it up and put it in her skirt pocket.

Mei then looked around the yard, seeing some kids playing hopscotch, others doing homework, and a few playing a trading card game. However, Mei couldn’t have been less interested in any of that and so just made her way to Miss Yang’s classroom, which MK scurried to follow like a lost little duck.

Mei greeted the teacher with nothing more than a curt bow before going to her desk, immediately taking out a pencil from her bag and drawing on a crack in the wood.

“Mei, you’re going to get in trouble for drawing on the desks again,” MK whispered, glancing at Miss Yang, but she was busy on her computer.

“Yeah, yeah,” Mei huffed her bangs out of her eyes.

“Mei, Pigsy really wouldn’t like it if–”

“Why do you care so much about what he thinks now, hm? You’re like some little goody-two-shoes– makes me feel sick,” Mei rolled her eyes and scribbled harder.

MK didn’t speak for the rest of the morning period.

Math breezed by uneventfully, with MK volunteering and getting answers wrong like he always did, and Mei trying to not let that annoy her. Reading was boring, science was alright, and then it was time for the history test.

Mei groaned as the “pass-er out-er” handed her her paper, and a part of her thought about writing an insult, folding it into a paper airplane and sending it her teacher’s way, but the fact that Pigsy and MK would be disappointed in her? It was a bit much.

Well, MK’s whole thing felt like “a bit much” to be honest. Like– since when did he expect things from her? Why was he always wanting her to be on her “best behavior”? Since when was he the leader here?

She thought again of her parent’s photo and felt her face get hot with shame as she looked down at her paper. She was immediately bombarded with dates and questions she couldn’t remember if she tried, which only made her face get hotter and hotter. She glanced at MK, who seemed laser focused on the top question about Mao Zhedong’s birthday, and she looked away before he could look back.

Well… at least the test was multiple choice, so she had a 25% chance of getting right by guessing, so Mei filled out random answers before flipping her paper over and resting her head, waiting for the “pass-er out-er” to become the “take-er away-er”.

After five or so minutes, MK coughed, and when Mei looked he was sliding his paper towards her. Mei glared at him, which just made him look confused which made her get more annoyed, and so Mei just closed her eyes once more.

It was another five or so minutes before their tests were taken away and they were dismissed for PE, which also went by uneventfully– until it was yard time.

Mei was still angry by the time they were released outside, and MK was still following her around because despite all that, she was all he had and he knew it.

And, well… that kind of went the other way around too.

But Mei wasn't in the mood for MK today, getting in line for tetherball, a game MK hated, and tapping her foot impatiently as she watched.

“Uh– Mei? I-I don't really… like this game, can we do something else?” MK asked, looking at the other students with unease.

“It's not always about you, MK,” Mei said bitterly, making MK frown.

“Well– yeah, I know, it's just– can't we play something else? Like jump rope or wall ball or something?” MK offered.

“Nope. Tetherball. You. Me,” Mei squinted at the red ball as class athlete, Kija, managed to successfully wrap it all the way around the pole, beating his opponent. Another boy rose up to the challenge, making Mei next.

“You and me? That means you'd have to beat Kija,” MK pointed out.

Mei scoffed. “I've beaten him before, I'll be fine.”

“If you say so,” MK eyed her a bit, but she didn't take her eyes off the ball, watching as Kija and the other boy went back and forth, back and forth, before Kija used both hands to shoot the ball at impossible heights for the average student to fight and he won yet again.

Mei smirked as she stepped up to the plate. “You ready to dance, Kija?”

Kija laughed. “You only won because the whistle blew.”

“Keep telling yourself that and maybe you'll finally get an award for being a ball hog,” Mei cracked her knuckles and Kija growled and served.

The two of them went back and forth, with Mei attempting an angle shot, but Kija managed to snag the chain since he was a bit taller than her. Thankfully though the chain was metal and in stopping her move his wrist was weakened, meaning Mei could go in for a fast ball. If he didn't recover in time, victory would be hers.

Kids watched in awe as Mei hit the ball with overwhelming speed and precision, and she laughed as Kija missed again and again until right at the last possible moment he managed to recover and struck back.

Some kids booed as Mei growled in frustration, hitting the ball as quick as she could, determined to teach this punk a lesson and wipe that stupid smug look off his face.

There was a bit of back and forth, with Mei getting dangerously close to losing her lead here and there but she remained vigilant. After five minutes of intense competition, she managed to wind the ball all the way around the pole and all the kids watching cheered in her honor.

“I don't hear any whistles this time, Kija,” Mei smirked and crossed her arms.

Kija growled. “You're gonna regret that, pony girl,” He threatened, shoving her before storming away to play some other game.

Mei rolled her eyes, taking Kija's place and taking the ball as MK hesitated to step to the plate.

“C'mon, MK, we don't have all day,” she rolled her eyes.

“I– do I really have to, Mei? Seeing you win was fun enough, but I don't really–”

“Just shut up and play, MK,” Mei glared, and MK stood upright in alarm.

She didn’t even give him time to relax before she served, hitting the ball with all the rage and aggression in her heart, causing MK duck and cover his head.

“C’mon, MK, stop being such a coward!” Mei glared, hitting the ball again.

“Mei, stop!” MK shouted at her.

Mei knew she should. That she was freaking MK out and it wasn’t nice. That Pigsy might actually get mad at her if he knew. But her anger felt like a flame in her chest, and she hit the ball again.

“Woah, she’s really going for it.”

“Is she glowing?”

“Why doesn’t Xiaotian fight back?”

“She is glowing! Woah!”

“Someone take a picture!”

Kids were gawking all around Mei, but she was still too angry to pay any attention to the green aura surrounding her and making her heart pound. This time when the ball came her way, Mei grabbed it point blank and let it go before grabbing MK’s collar and dragging him across the play yard until she reached the gate and shoved him against it.

“What the heck is wrong with you, MK?! You’re acting like a crazy person!” Mei shouted at him.

“Me?!” MK was completely lost. “You’re the one attacking me a-and acting like I’m an evil clone or something!”

“You’re the one who’s all obsessed with being all goody-two-shoes-y and getting good grades and not fighting back! What happened?!” Mei twisted his collar tighter and her free hand curled into a fist.

“Mei, stop! Please!” MK noticed and started to cry. “I-I just wanna be good f-for Pigsy! Promise!”

“Stop lying! There’s more, there has to be,” Mei shook him and dared to raise her fist, making MK clench his eyes shut.

“I-I-I’m not lying, Mei, I would never lie to you!” MK sobbed, sending waves of guilt crashing through Mei, but she remained in a fighting stance.

“What’s different, MK?! Hm? All studious, all perfect, thinking that’ll make him happy,” She growled and MK opened his eyes to look confused.

“H-huh? I-I’m not– I’m not perfect, I just wanna be good ‘cuz–” MK glanced around at the other students, before looking back at Mei and deciding to whisper. “‘Cuz Pigsy, he– Qiang’s Dad– he threatened we’d be kicked out, a-and he said things, mean things, about his past a-and he cried, a-and I don’ wanna lose him too, Mei, I don’ wanna,” MK couldn’t speak anymore, choking on his sobs, and Mei let go of his collar, allowing him to sink to the ground.

Mei’s anger evaporated in an instant, only leaving her with an empty, panicked feeling as her chest rose and fell at a feverish pace and kids started whispering around her again.

“Aw man, she stopped glowing…”

“What happened? Did she beat him?”

“Gross! She looks like a demon!”

“I wanted them to fight!”

“This was so lame.”

“Their dad is that pig demon? No wonder.”

“Boo! I wanted to see her punch him!”

Mei stumbled back, finally noticing the hot tears streaming down her face. She looked down at her best friend, who brought his knees to his chest and just kept crying and crying and rocking back and forth. “MK– I– we aren’t–”

Just then she remembered Pigsy’s words all those months ago and it echoed in her mind like a broken record.

“If we slip up like this– get into one too many fights, or get the cops called too often– then you’ll probably never, ever see me or MK ever again.”

A soft “no…” escaped her lips and she fell to her knees, getting dirt all over her knee-high socks.

“I-I– I didn’t mean– I-I just– Y-you were– but now– M’so sorry MK, m’so, so sorry,” Mei began to weep and buried her head in her hands. “I-I ruined it– I-I ruin everything– M’so sorry.”

Mei continued to sob, but briefly stopped when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her. She startled at first, until she realized it was MK, and hugged him back, crying into his shoulder.

“I-I don’ wanna lose Piggy either, MK– m’so sorry,” She sniffled and tried to explain herself.

“I-it’s okay– I just– w-we can’t be mean, you know? W-we need to be nice and happy for Piggy,” MK hugged her a little tighter, and she could tell he was shaking too.

“I– yeah, we– we can be good for ‘im, right? We can be good kids, I know we can,” Mei tried to smile but her bottom lip wobbled beyond her control so she squeezed MK tighter as he nodded in silent agreement.

She felt like such an idiot. What was she doing getting all mad at MK for? What did she hope to accomplish by threatening to punch him? She was supposed to be smarter than this, Pigsy already told her what would happen if she got too rowdy. She was supposed to have listened, but she never listened. That’s why her house burned down and that’s why her parents were dead, she could never just listen–

They’d probably get called to the office again. And then it’d be over– it’d be one fight too many and Mei would never see MK or Pigsy or Mr. Tang ever again and be dragged to the bottom of the ocean to be with her weird mystical uncle or whatever.

“M’so sorry, MK, I didn’t mean to, m’so sorry,” Mei repeated so quietly she wasn’t sure he could hear over his own crying.

The pair of them stayed huddled by the fence crying until the whistle blew and the two of them wiped their faces and clothes as best they could and headed back to their classroom, praying to every god or star in the heavens that they wouldn’t get called up and everything would be okay.

But, no. As soon as everyone was back in their seats and ready for their science class, there was a phone call and Mei and MK were sent down.

Mei kept her face stoic and unreadable, like she had practiced back with her parents despite wanting to cry. MK wasn’t nearly as lucky though, since he had never practiced so his tears just streamed down in a hot mess and all Mei could do was hold his hand and urge him onward until they were waiting in the familiar chairs that should’ve had a plaque with their names on it by now.

They weren’t called in for a while, so Mei kept her eyes on the old clock as it ticked seconds away at an agonizing pace while holding MK’s hand.

After a while though, she whispered, “M’so sorry, MK… I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“I know, Mei, I know.”

Mei clenched her eyes shut and took a shaky breath. “I’ll miss you.”

MK could only squeeze her hand and cry more.

After seven minutes, MK was called in first, though he almost refused to go in without Mei. They didn’t have a choice though, and the two were separated.

Mei buried her head in her hands and stayed that way until it was her turn, only catching a glimpse of her best friend before heading in.

“Miss Long, I can’t say it’s a pleasure to see you again this time,” Headmaster Jiangxi folded his hands and placed them on the table.

“...Are you gonna call Pigsy?” Mei asked, taking her seat.

“It is school policy, Mei. You of all people should be very aware of th–”

“I didn’t mean to–!” Mei interrupted. “It wasn’t even a fight really, I was just– I was so mad– I’d never really hurt MK, not with what I know now– please don’t tell CPS and have us separated or Piggy arrested or expel us, please, please, please, please,” Mei got on her knees and begged, clearly startling the man.

“Miss Long, there’s no need for kowtowing, please,” He urged and Mei took her seat again, face red and hot.

Headmaster Jiangxi took a long breath. “Miss Long, we were never going to expel you or Mr. Qi over this–”

“R-really? What about Mr. T–” Mei slapped a hand over her mouth.

“‘Mr.’ who?” The man looked at her with a hint of concern.

Mei lowered her eyes. “MK told me about something… Mr. Tao said…”

“Ah…” The headmaster glanced at his computer with unease. “I had a feeling something like that would occur. I meant to send an email to dissuade him from presenting, but…” he shook his head. “No matter now, there’s no need for Mr. Tao to know. You said it yourself, it never turned into a fight, did it?”

Mei shook her head. “I just got really, really mad– some kids even said I was glowing, but I didn’t mean to! I swear, I was never gonna actually hurt MK, I just– I was so mad…”

Headmaster Jiangxi nodded to himself as she spoke, typing a few things into his computer and clicking some others. “Am I correct in assuming you’re very familiar with the school’s policy on bullying and violence?”

“Yeah, I remember breaking Qiang’s nose,” Mei confirmed, trying not to smile at the memory.

“In normal circumstances, the two of you would be given lunch detention for a week, on top of a phone call home, but seeing as there was no actual fighting between the two of you and all has already been resolved I see no need for this to go on any records– so long as you swear to be on your best behavior for the rest of the school year, understood Miss Long?” Headmaster Jiangxi gave her a look and Mei’s jaw dropped.

“I– yes sir! I promise! I’ll be the best darn kid in this whole academy, I won’t let you down, I promise,” Mei couldn’t help but beam.

“Don’t get too excited yet, Miss Long. We still have more to discuss,” He reminded, and Mei forced herself to sit back and tried to take a breath, though couldn’t stop her legs from swinging happily.

She waited as he typed a few more things, clicked a dozen more, typed a bit more, and took another breath.

“Your… ‘glowing’... is that something you can control?” He asked.

“Oh, um… I mean it really only happens when I’m really, really scared or angry. I’m just surprised my ‘inner dragon’ didn’t make an appearance too, haha,” She tried to laugh, but Headmaster Jiangxi clearly didn’t find it funny.

“Right… Well, rumors like that are going to be hard to quell, Miss Long, especially with your guardian situation,” He explained.

“But it’s because I’m a dragon, not because I’m a demon. I’m not going to hurt anyone,” Mei frowned.

“I know, Miss Long, but– well– you have brought harm to students in the past–”

“Qiang deserved it,” She muttered.

Her principal gave her a look. “I’m not saying he didn’t, but what I am saying is that I recommend you get this anger of yours under control before it grows beyond my control, understood?”

Mei slowly nodded. “Yeah, I think I get it.”

“You’re a smart girl, Miss Long. You can go on to do many great and important things like your parents always dreamed; you just have to make the right choices,” The man smiled at her softly, and Mei felt her stomach drop.

“R-right, yes. I can– I will. I promise,” Mei stood and bowed.

“I’m glad we could come to an understanding, Miss Long. Your family has always been good to this academy and it would be a shame for us to part,” He nodded at her.

“Yes sir, I understand,” Mei nodded back, fiddling with her skirt. “Am I free to go, sir?”

The headmaster nodded once again. “Have a good day, Miss Long.”

“You too, Headmaster Jiangxi,” Mei meant it as she bowed yet again and stepped back into the outside world.

Well that was strange. But hey, Mei would take what she could get, especially if it meant they weren’t going to be separated after all.

Mei said a quick prayer to her ancestors as a “thank you”, and hurried back to class.

.o0o.

The rest of the day was as Headmaster Jiangxi had warned. Students whispered and kept looking back at MK and Mei– especially stupid Qiang– but Mei was okay because she and MK weren’t going anywhere and that meant there was nothing they could do to hurt her.

During the cleaning period, MK and Mei stayed by each other's sides and swept the classroom in complete silence, which got them a compliment from Miss Yang. It was equally strange for the both of them, but it was a strange day.

Both of them were flooded with relief when the bell finally rang and they were free to board the city bus and ride to Pigsy’s Noodles.

“So… what did Headmaster Jiangxi say to you?” Mei asked, adjusting her backpack as she looked out the window.

“He had a lot of questions I couldn’t answer for a while because I… just kinda kept crying and begging not to be taken away, haha,” MK admitted, messing with the carpeted seating. “He said he wouldn’t call Piggy though, and after that I was able to explain how you were just having a bad day and you didn’t even hurt me and we’re okay now, you know?”

“Ahhh, yeah that explains it,” Mei pieced together. “I was wondering why he was so mellow about the whole thing. I guess I owe you one.”

MK laughed a little. “Maybe… but I’m just glad we’re okay and Pigsy’s okay too.”

“Yeah, me too…” Mei looked down. “I… I really messed up. I don’t know why I got so angry, I just– I don’t know… I guess some part of me thinks Pigsy likes you more than me and you switching to act all good and quiet kinda threw me, m’sorry,” she confessed.

“Hey, it’s okay,” MK smiled and held her hand. “I’m not mad at you or anything, I really should’ve said something sooner about Mr. Tao, but… yeah,” he laughed a little, which Mei copied.

“Still friends?” Mei asked, offering her hand to shake.

“The bestest,” MK shook it and the two of them smiled and laughed the rest of the bus ride before arriving at the familiar noodle shop.

“Hey, you two,” Pigsy smiled as they walked in, drying off a glass with a rag like everything was perfectly fine. “How’d the test go?”

“Oh, right– that did happen today,” Mei completely forgot about everything before recess.

Pigsy raised an eyebrow. “Busy day?”

MK and Mei exchanged a look. “You… could say that.”

This, of course, just made Pigsy even more confused.

“Why? What happened? Some kids get into a fight or something?” Pigsy guessed, moving on to drying off a bowl.

Mei shook her head. “Not really, but it did get kinda close.”

“Yeah, but everything’s okay now and no one really got hurt,” MK smiled at her.

“Ah, I see,” Pigsy nodded to himself. “I gotta say, it is kind of refreshing to hear about kids getting into fights that aren’t you two,” He laughed a little.

“I beat Kija in tetherball–!” Mei blurted out, immediately diverting the conversation.

“Really? That’s impressive, kiddo. Congrats,” Pigsy gave her a smile before going to put the bowl and cup away.

“Smooth,” MK whispered and Mei rolled her eyes, pushing him a little.

It wasn’t long after that that Mr. Tang came back from a long day of studying, and soon the conversation became all about him and the Monkey King– not that Mei minded by any means.

Because this was normal for them. This was right for them.

Things were so right and normal right now and Mei wouldn’t give that up for the world.

[meaningofaeons]

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ obviously oblivious

⊹ character(s) - geto suguru ⊹ word count - 2.7k ⊹ notes - gn!reader, fluff, a hint of angst if you squint, fake dating, takes place in hidden inventory (before all the bad stuff so ... hs!au sort of but still in jjks regular setting), possibly ooc suguru sorry </3

this is the raffle fic for the winner of the cat-baret raffle, @psychopomp-enthusiast !! they requested a geto x reader fake dating and I was more than happy to oblige *:･ﾟ✧(=✪ ᆺ ✪=)*:･ﾟ✧ permission was granted to post this fic! also, sorry in advance if there's any she/her usage or fem terms used for reader! I try my best to edit and ensure they're 100% gn, but sometimes things slip through the cracks! let me know if I messed up anywhere!

"You want me to do what?"

You kept your hands firmly over your face, already thoroughly humiliated by the request at hand. If not for the fact that Satoru would certainly value holding something over your head as blackmail, he would've already ran and told Suguru about your little plan.

"I'm not repeating myself!"

"No, no, seriously, I think I didn't hear you!"

Satoru's disbelief had melded into disbelief and humor, his eyes lighting up at your misery. "Tell me what you wanted my help with again!"

"Satoru, you are a dick!"

"I don't think that's how you ask someone for help if you really need them to help you out."

"Forget it."

"Why do you want me to pretend to date you, of all things?" he chuckled, ignoring your words and continuing the conversation, plopping himself right onto your desk. You glared at him, having half a mind to shove him off onto the floor. "Wouldn't that just make Suguru upset?"

"No— Well, yes, but like, not intentionally."

"You literally have bad intentions with this plan."

You shoved him hard, but the white-haired boy managed to keep his ass firmly on your desk, laughing at the futility of your gesture. You slumped backwards in your seat.

"What's the point?"

"The point is that he'd realize he likes me back. Or, if he doesn't like me, I'd be able to tell by him not caring. Or something like that..."

"That's stupid."

You groaned. You knew that.

"He's definitely the type of guy to just let it go and suffer in silence. I mean, I've been friends with him for ages. He'd be all, 'I'm happy you're happy, Satoru!' or something."

You knew that too. That's one of the reasons you liked him, for God's sake.

"So let's do it."

"Huh?!"

You shot up in your seat, eyeing your friend suspiciously. He only shot you a catlike grin in turn.

"Well, you asked me, Suguru's closest friend. So obviously, I could wring it out of him if he was really upset, and then boom, the sham is up! You two date! Happily ever after!"

You gave him an unimpressed look, and he whistled indignantly.

"...Or I could ask Shoko. Whatever."

"And what do you get out of this?"

"Entertainment?" Satoru batted his annoyingly long eyelashes at you prettily, placing his hands under his chin in a mock-gesture that made you want to strangle his perfect skin. "Fun? The satisfaction that I finally get to stop seeing you pine after him—"

"What do you really want?"

"You treat me to sweets anytime I want. It fits into the scheme, anyways! And besides, Suguru kinda pissed me off last week."

"You're literally rich! And you probably started it! What do you mean, he pissed you off?"

Satoru raised his eyebrow at you, and you let out a long, deep, exaggerated sigh.

"Fine."

"Yippee!" You could've pelted him the way he, a grown ass man, pranced around the room like a little toddler girl. As if he even needed your money for his sugar addiction.

"Prick," you muttered, just out of earshot of the strongest as he walked towards the door.

"Okaaay, I'm going now, my dearest! Have some Kikufuku on my desk tomorrow and I'll consider the contract sealed!"

"Prick!" you shouted it this time, really throwing something (a small eraser) but Satoru had already dashed out the door, laughing all the way.

Regardless, you collapsed into your seat again, utterly mortified.

Would this really work?

Guess you had to try.

—

"What's this?"

Suguru, despite himself, found himself questioning the packet of Kikufuku on Satoru's desk. They'd only just come from the dorms, and they'd done so together as usual, so there was no way Satoru would've had time to get it for himself. Not to mention...

"Isn't this the specialty one from Sendai, too? What, did you do Shoko a huge favor?"

The raven-haired man wasn't pleased when the only response he got was a happy hum from his white-haired friend, who sat down and inspected the treat before popping a piece of mochi in his mouth.

"No," he finally spoke up after a beat of silence, mouth stuffed (causing Suguru to gag in an over-exaggerating fashion). "This is from the best partner in the world! My pookie bear!"

"Very funny," Suguru deadpanned.

Satoru looked offended for a moment, but his affronted expression melted into a look of pure glee as soon as he heard the sliding door open.

Suguru looked up at that, a small smile coming to his lips as he spotted you walk into the room.

"Hey, Y/N—"

"Sweetie!"

The smile dropped at once when he watched his friend bound over to your side, immediately hanging off of you. This wasn't necessarily unusual, but the pet name—not to mention how you didn't immediately shove Satoru off as you usually would—caught Suguru's attention.

"Satoru, stop. We're in class."

"But you got this Kikufuku especially for me, right? Come on, let me pay you back with some cuddles~"

You pushed Satoru away by the cheek, but didn't necessarily work to extricate yourself from him. The raven-haired man definitely noticed this time.

An unpleasant feeling rose in Suguru's gut, but he played it as coolly as he could.

"What's this? Are you two going out or something?" he mocked, chuckling in disbelief. You looked contemplative, and Satoru got a nasty smirk on his face.

As if—

"Yeah, we are," you answered back, equally as calm. The man hanging off of your arm looked all-too pleased with himself as you answered, whereas Suguru had practically gone into shock.

"S-Seriously?" The sorcerer tried to keep his outward dismay to a minimum, but a stutter still edged its way into his voice.

While you were far too distracted in subtly attempting to remove Satoru's arms from around you without making it obvious that your "relationship" was a sham, the man clutching onto you was relishing in the way his friend tried desperately to remain casual at the news.

"Seriously, seriously!" Satoru chimed in, wrapping his arms around your waist in a tight hug. That was the point you gave up trying to get him away.

"Well, congratulations," Suguru muttered, half-hearted words barely forced out. He eyed you for any sign of this being a trick, but to his utter despair, your poker face revealed none of what he was searching for—humor, annoyance, anything that might tell him that Satoru was making the whole thing up.

"Thanks," you murmured back, a bit dismayed yourself.

Did he even care—

"So who asked who ou—"

"Okay, in your seats, everyone," Yaga walked into the room, cutting off Suguru's desperate question, glaring at you three. "Shoko's out on business and won't be back until the afternoon, so it's just you lot."

"Okaaaay," Satoru dragged his feet, letting go of you reluctantly and plopping himself into his seat. You sat one over from him, right between he and Suguru.

Throughout the entire class, your white-haired friend couldn't help but chuckle to himself at your raven-haired friend's urgent glances your way.

By the time Yaga had dismissed you three, Suguru excused himself quite quickly and practically ran out the door.

Well, strode was more like it, but Satoru could see the hurry in his steps.

Off to tell Shoko all about it, he was sure.

"See? He didn't seem to care at all," you pouted a bit, head slumped on your desk. Bright blue eyes rolled in incredulity at your density.

"Seriously? He always sticks around after class to hang out. Why else would he have ran off?"

"To not see you making a fool of yourself and drooling all over me?"

It was tempting to take that Kikufuku in Satoru's hand and pelt him right between the eyes with it as he batted his eyelashes innocently, but you resisted your violent urges. He only chuckled more, popping treat after treat past his lips.

"I think you're being dumb."

"You're dumb."

"Am not! Suguru's the dumb one, really."

"He's not dumb!" you fired back. "He clearly just isn't interested in me, so let's just stop this already."

"Wow, I've only been your fake boyfriend for a day, and you're already trashing me. Shame!"

"I just don't want to owe you more desserts than I have to for something that clearly won't work."

Satoru whistled. "Well, at least I got one bag of Kikufuku out of it!"

"Jerk..." you muttered.

A beat of silence passed, and you half-expected the man to up and leave after getting bored, but when you glanced up, you saw him fiddling with his flip phone.

Then, he grinned at the screen, turning to you.

"Let's go to Suzukien."

"What? Why?" you asked. In all fairness, matcha gelato did sound pretty delicious at the moment, especially to offput your bad mood. However, you'd be loath to admit when Satoru had a good idea lest his head inflate to the size of a large balloon.

"Just feel like a colder treat. Your treat, 'cause I helped you out and all."

You grumbled and pulled your bag over your shoulders, walking over to the door. "Fine, let's go."

"Yay!"

—

The second Suguru had gotten out of class, as Satoru had guessed, he had gone straight to Shoko.

She nearly leapt out of her seat as the door slammed open, whipping around with a glare to shush her friend.

"Are you insane? This is a clinic. I'm working."

"Did you know Y/N and Satoru are dating?"

For a moment, Shoko's expression reflected pure horror and pity, but then, she stopped. It took her a total of 5 seconds of thought to put two and two together, and she shrugged.

"No, they're not."

"They just told me they are."

"Then you're an idiot for believing them."

Suguru plopped himself into the cold metal chair in the corner, eyeing Shoko and awaiting an explanation. She sighed, finishing up her technique on the patient and removing her gloves, walking over to her table full of various medical tools.

"I remember like a year ago, there was a guy I thought was kind of cute. Gojo had this grand idea to get him jealous by pretending we were going out, but the catch was that I had to buy him sweets whenever he wanted. It lasted maybe a day, but he does a good job of being overbearingly annoying as a fake boyfriend."

Suguru, for all his intelligence, was still a bit slow. Perhaps it was the implication of you having some sort of feelings for him that ran the train of disbelief in his mind.

"And that connects to this situation... why?"

Shoko looked at him, extremely unimpressed.

"Did Gojo have a pack of sweets on his desk?"

"Yeah, Kikufuku..."

"And were they from Y/N?"

"He said—" Suguru paused, his brain running a mile a minute. Then, he buried his face in his hands. Shoko only pulled out her flip phone, typing away.

"I'm an idiot."

"Yes, you are."

"I bet this is because Yaga backed me up when we were arguing over the pronunciation of a word last week..."

"Probably. That's Gojo for you."

"So do I ask them out now?"

"What do you think?" Shoko flashed her phone's screen in Suguru's face, the man squinting to get a good look at the words.

Gojo had sent a whole slew of text emojis scattered between every word, but somewhere within the endless stream of colons and parenthesis and threes was a message detailing him taking you (or you taking him, more like) to Suzukien.

He was out the door with a quick thanks before the girl could even blink, and she chuckled, popping a cigarette out of the box as she sent one more text to Satoru.

"He's on his way."

—

You grumbled to yourself even more as you sat at a small bench outside of Suzukien.

The second your money was in the clerk's hand and Satoru's gelato was in his, he had taken off, some shit excuse about having somewhere to be flying off his lips before you could process he'd ran away with the treat.

You silently wondered how much trouble you'd get into with Yaga if you were to smear mochi and red bean paste all over Satoru's desk, when a breathless voice spoke up from next to you.

"Hey."

You jumped slightly, whipping your head to the side to see none other than Suguru. Instantly, your face burned hot.

"U-Uhm, hi. What's up?"

A part of you wondered if this is why Satoru was so enamored with his phone earlier...

"I, uh, talked to Shoko."

"Oh! Um, what would that be about? Here, let me buy you a cone, it's pretty hot out, you look exhausted—"

"No, no, it's okay, uh..." Suguru toyed with his bang, trying to maintain eye contact with you and failing horrendously.

He could talk to you just fine before.

What the hell was going on with him now?!

Right. You'd gone through all the trouble to get roped into Satoru's scheme just at an attempt to convey your feelings without really conveying them, and those feelings just happened to be the same as his—

"Suguru?"

The raven-haired man shook his head. Even if Shoko said what she said, he has to be sure he's not actually trying to steal his best friend's official significant other or anything.

"The dating thing with Satoru wasn't—isn't real, right? Just... Just double checking."

"U-Uhh..." You were torn between perpetuating the lie and telling the truth, but seeing the smoldering look in Suguru's eyes, you shrunk and bowed your head. "N-No, sorry... It was just, uhm, a joke. That's right! Just a joke. I assume Shoko—"

"She told me it was because you wanted to make me jealous."

Well, that was blunt.

It seems Suguru himself realized it, too, because at your flustered expression, he waved a hand frantically.

"But that's just what she said could be it, because Satoru and her did that to another guy! She could've been lying, or just relating it to another experience! Sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"No, no, she's, uhm, she was right," you laughed anxiously, scuffing your shoe against the ground and fidgeting about as your cone slowly melted. "Being completely honest, she was right. I did— I did do it to make you jealous."

"Oh... oh."

The silence was thick with tension between you two, but you soon began giggling—out of pure nerves or actual humor, you weren't sure.

It wasn't long before Suguru joined in, his tense expression softening at your laughter.

"I'm sorry, I was being stupid... I should've just told you."

"No, I think I should've told you first. That I like you, I mean."

Your chuckles ceased at once, hot shock rising in your cheeks.

"Seriously...?"

"Seriously, seriously," Suguru mimicked Satoru. Your eyes widened, and you glanced away, but the raven-haired man only leaned back into your line of sight.

"So, do you want to go out? I'll buy you a new cone to make up for distracting you. It can be our first date."

It was at that moment that you realized the icy cold that was covering your hands, jumping with surprise and embarrassment as you noticed your treat all over your fingers. Suguru only smiled, heading inside and coming back out with some napkins, helping you clean off your hands and toss your cone in the trash.

"Really, though, Suguru, I'll treat. It was my fault for going along with Satoru's—"

"Nuh uh. He already made you buy Sendai Kikufuku. I can't imagine the time and effort to get that for today."

"Well, then, um... Thanks—"

"Finally!"

You two practically spun in a circle at the obnoxious voice ringing out from behind the corner of the block. Satoru waved around his flip phone victoriously, a picture of Suguru and you standing quite close together now on its screen.

"I've already told Shoko! Enjoy your date, lovebirds~!"

Before you could say a word, he had scrambled off, giggling all the way. You and Suguru shared a glance.

"Would you be opposed to sharing the punishment with me if I fucked with Satoru's desk? I was thinking of leaving him a couple of melted gelato cones in there."

"Yaga will kill us, but it'll be worth it."

The two of you smiled, laughing a bit. Then, Suguru led you into the gelato shop, warmth filling his chest.

It took a bit of time and confusion, but he had you.

[serpentineshine]

Letters A, K, J, and P?

Yippee! Thank you tumblr mutual starredforlife <3 Oh boy, D&D NPC time, this post might be a bit of a long one… I may not be the best explanatory writer right now, but I tried. :’)

Alba Elûmoine (World Setting: Trita, Deltarra, Other)

A is pretty easy since Alba is a beloved recurring NPC of mine. Alba Elûmoine, or stage name “Alba Alabaster”, is a Tiefling with Ice Devil heritage. He’s a cleric, usually of a setting’s moon goddess (Selûne, Deonora, etc.), and is legally blind. He’s typically soft-spoken, polite, and pleasant to talk to, but can be stubborn and brazen if the situation calls for it. Born to be sassy, forced to be classy.😔 It depends on what setting he appears in, but he typically works as a courtesan and often attracts clients wishing to keep their identity a secret(in his early life he makes a lot of extra money blackmailing clients who think he is more blind than he actually is). In settings where he is older and more wealthy he’s an avid collector of magical and historical artifacts and will often hire adventurers to fetch things for him. Love this guy, he’s so fun, I think I’ve had him as a character since maybe like 2018, maybe 2017? Thankfully he’s been very beloved, so I was not short on finding art of him. <3

My most recent sketch of him is with a werewolf, I thought you’d appreciate that info :)

Khovid Va Otsukimi (World Setting: Deltarra)

This is my warning and reminder to all GMs and OC creators to say your characters names out loud, or mid D&D game you might accidentally end up with a character named Covid, even though it’s not spelled the same way... Khovid Va is Elven and a shopkeeper in the city of Ebon'rana. His shop is called “Glasshopper” and he specializes in selling magical weapons. He’s mute and has a large horizontal scar across the front of his neck, as well as a scar across his left cheek by his mouth and right eyebrow. He can do that cool thing where he can write upside down and does that at his counter to communicate with guests (and show off). His fun trivia and secret lore is that he faked his own death and ran away from his noble family in the Feywild because they wanted him to basically become the next leader of the Autumn Court and he couldn’t take the responsibility. Khovid Va is his full first name! He just has a two-part first name. Yes, I created him in 2020, no I did not realize at the time that I named him Covid until it was too late… I don’t have many drawings of him, but here’s a very small old sketch of him.

Jortly (World Setting: Deltarra)

I actually have very few NPCs who have names starting with J so this took me a sec, but then I was reminded of Jortly (thank you hedgie). Jortly is a Tortle monk and a son of one of my player’s characters. Think about combining a turtle with one of those stretchy blue sticky hand toys and that’s basically Jortly. He talks like he’s so worried all the time and his catchphrase is “Oh gosh”.

Phonoko Silverscribe (World Setting: Trita)

Archivist Phonoko Silverscribe is one of the three head mages of the Harmonic Circle Mage’s Association, and right-hand to the High Mage. He’s an older Aarakocra gentleman with a bit of a nervous demeanor. He and his team are in charge of magical archival information for the association as well as he basically keeps everything in order for the other two top archmages. There’s more to him as well, but I have a couple of my players following me here who are playing in this setting right now, so I can’t reveal too much at the moment, he might be a more relevant character at a later time. :)) this drawing and design of him is by @hedgehogofspades!

Oof ok wow that took a while, thank you for the ask!