#I guess I forgot to post these here cause I was so busy working with the author and also getting married that year

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Illustrations for a children’s book I worked on in 2023

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After Hours

Summary: Joel Miller was a very successful businessman, and you just worked for him. Then one night the two of you stay late, and make use of an empty building.

Warnings: mature content, explicit content, smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, submissive reader, dominant Joel, minor spanking, dirty talk

A/N: Hi my lovelies it’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted anything on here, but I’ve just been really busy and couldn’t find the time to write. Hope I still have your love and support, and that y’all continue to enjoy my work! Hope you guys are still obsessing over Daddy a.k.a Pedro pascal. Reblog and comment if you like it they would be greatly appreciated and encouraged. If you have any notes or tips or something nice to say about my work don’t hesitate to express it! Always show support for your fellow writers. If you wish to be added to a tag list let your girl know! Thanks everyone! Enjoy! XOXO

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Hall Of Hunks

The office was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the click of your heels echoing against the polished floor. Everyone else had gone home hours ago, but you stayed. You always stayed. And tonight, so did he.

Joel leaned in the doorway, tie loosened, sleeves rolled to his elbows. "You're still here," he said, voice low and a little rough.

Looking up from your screen, smirking. "So are you."

“Touché.” He stepped into your office slowly, as if crossing some invisible line. "I could say I forgot something, but that wouldn't be true."

You stood still, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Then what is true?"

"That I wanted to see what would happen if we were the last two in the building."

Silence stretched between the two of you, thick with anticipation. The tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. Neither of you blinked as his eyes remained glued to yours.

Crossing the space between the both of you, stopping just shy of touching. "And?"

“I didn’t think anything was going to happen.” His fingers brushed your hip, feather-light. "I guess we could find out."

You didn't stop him when he leaned in. When your mouths met, it wasn't tentative . It was the kind of kiss that made time irrelevant. Hands explored, breath hitched, and the sharp thrill of being somewhere you shouldn't only made it more intoxicating.

It was a moment suspended between rules and desire, and you both knew that you had crossed the line long before the door clicked shut behind you.

Clothes ripped off and thrown across the room with in seconds, as your naked bodies fell down on the leather couch on the other side. You on top hovering over his body slightly hesitating on if you really wanted to do this or not.

Joel could sense your worry and reached a hand up to grab your face, and pull your lips back to his. Groaning in your mouth in the most sensual way possible. That was all it took for you to gain more confidence.

“It’s just you and me.” His hand gripping the base as he rubbed it up and down your folds. A shiver running up your spine as he pushed the tip slowly inside you.

“That’s it baby girl, that’s a good girl.” Soft praises echoing in your ear as you slowly sank down his erect cock. His soft hands caressing your skin so delicately. “You feelin all of me?”

“Mhm.” Struggling to speak just one word concentrating on adjusting around his thickness. Twisting your face in an unusual manner causing him to softly chuckle at how cute and hot you looked at the same time.

“Cat got your tongue baby? Can you not speak?” His tone playful and low.

“Joel please.” Whimpering pathetically as you continued to grind your hips back and forth. Joel loved to see how desperate you were for him.

“You like fucking your bosses? Does the thought make your cunt wet? Huh?” His words repeating over and over in your brain as they got more filthy. “Bet that cunt has been dripping everyday for me.”

Joel loved the feeling of your skin touching his. The way your body molded perfectly against his. Like two magnets connecting together. A powerful and intimidating man holding you like a delicate glass cup. Joel was enjoying this way more than what he thought he would, and he was never going to let you go.

“Fuck you are tight.” Large hands holding the fat flesh of your behind squeezing your cheeks in his palm. Feeling so warm and incredibly deep. “Such a shame you haven’t been fucked properly.”

Nodding your head in complete agreement still unable to form a complete sentence. Wrapping your hands around his neck softly, beginning to tremble as you moved your legs to raise yourself better. Joel helping guide your hips so you never lost your rhythm.

“Take it easy baby girl, wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” He teased as you started to struggle bouncing up and down. A hand coming down swiftly on your backside in warning, but you never flinched.

“I can do it Joel.” Reassuring him with your glazed out eyes, as he smirked up at you loving the wicked gleam in your eyes. “You’re just so fucking big.”

“Fuck.” That was music to his ears as he wrapped his arms around your back pulling your chest on top of his. Hearing those words sounded like a challenge to him, and did he love a good challenge.

Gasping as he lifted his knees up, and started to pound up into your cunt with no mercy. His warm lips peppering kisses along your shoulder and neck. His hands keeping a firm grip on your ass using it as leverage.

His pelvic hair brushing against your exposed clit it had your thighs shaking aggressively. Joel feeling this smacked a hand against your lower thigh.

“Oh my god.” Crying out so loud that if anyone was on the floor above or below you would definitely hear.

“Nobody else could ever make you feel like this.” Hissing in your ear, and in just mere seconds tears are glistening in your eyes. “My cock, and my cock only can make you feel this good.”

“Yes sir.” Dropping your voice when saying sir, and something switched in Joel’s eyes when you called him that.

Suddenly your body was being grabbed and flipped onto your back. Your skin smacking against the warm leather sticking to your skin. Pulling your legs over both his shoulders, getting right back into the same rhythm.

Drilling into your sweet spot over and over again. Face leaning forward slightly just enough to where your lips couldn’t reach his. Joel always just oozed with confidence whether it was during a business meeting or in the bedroom. A bit surprised a wealthy, attractive man like him would go after with much lower status.

“I’m so close.” Quickly informing him as your body started to tremble. A fire igniting in the pit of your stomach. Head tossed back in complete ecstasy as you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Let go baby girl I’m right here.” Cooing softly in your ear like he was telling a secret. His deep and seductive voice was sending you right over the edge.

“Oh fuck fuck.” Crying out as your orgasm was rapidly approaching. Joel looking down at the remarkable expression on your face. Loving that he was the one in control for your pleasure. It made him feel like he was invincible.

“Fucking cum around my cock.” Commanding as he gritted his teeth as a hand reached down to your connected bodies rubbing your puffy clit. Rapid circles around your neck causing you to scream as your hands scratched down his back leaving marks.

Your ribcage falling and rising with each unsteady breath you took. Hands falling down to your sides loose and numb. Stomach trembling from your euphoric orgasm you just received. Your battered cunt was feeling sore and thoroughly stretched from his cock. His hands stroking your thighs soothingly waiting for you to come down from your high.

“I’m so glad you decided to stay after hours.” He chuckled to which you laughed shaking your head.

Then a soft knock came from the door both of you looking over your eyes going wide. “Umm when you guys are done in there, I was wondering if I could get my folder I left on your desk.”

[manikas-whims]

hello i love your headcanons and was wondering if you could add sylus in some of your older ones? i was reading the "LADS men react to you dating a toxic partner" (it wasnt the title i forgot sorry) and was wondering how sylus would react. i would love it so much if you could add sylus headcanons to some of your previous ones. thankyou so much, your posts make my day🎀💓

i got you dear ♡ i’ll add Sylus to all my older HCs slowly in various posts I'll try to make throughout the coming week :)

thanks for reading my silly lil HCs ♡ hope you like this!

Sylus’s reaction to you dating someone who later on mistreats you

🐦‍⬛ He's actually quite surprised when he finds out you're dating because he genuinely believed whatever him and you had going on was far more than just being close associates. So the idea of you seeing someone else kinda shakes him off his game for a while. Luke and Keiran can see it in the way he acts— slightly distracted during serious business meetings and even when a gang war breaks out.

🐦‍⬛ He isn't the type to get jealous but he will openly express his dislike for this person. Now he may not be a saint but it feels insulting to him that you'd rather date someone else when he can give you the world if you so much as ask.

🐦‍⬛ And he will be displeased every time you come up to him for a favor with your work or anything else, saying things like, “Oh, so now you need me? I thought you'd completely cut ties with my kind.”

🐦‍⬛ If this person ever hurts you emotionally or physically, then they better start counting their breaths cause they won't be spared many.

Sylus may not like this person you're dating but he's decent enough to respect your boundaries. And it would've stayed that way. He wouldn't have involved himself in your personal matters at all until Mephisto, (whom he had still left to watch over you) catches this person yelling at you one evening.

The sight is enough to make Sylus drop whatever work he's been swarmed with.

It doesn't take him long to arrive at the residential area you reside in. He stops his bike and teleports right over to your apartment. In an instant, he's standing between you and this person, the smoky red wisps of his evol holding this person by their neck.

“Is this your type?” Sylus asks, his crimson eyes glowering at this person. “I’m truly disappointed in your taste, Miss Hunter.”

You watch with dread as the fingers of his right hand curl into a fist, his arm poised to throw a punch. And though you appreciate the gesture, you can't let him proceed with this. You have seen him in action enough times to know how strong those fists are. You know that using said fists to hurt someone would only get him in more trouble. And you definitely wouldn't want that because even if you stubbornly refuse to say it out loud, you've grown quite attached to him.

“Sylus stop!” You yell.

As expected, he does not.

But right before his fist can collide with the person's face, Sylus blinks. He can feel the amount of strength you're exerting as you hold onto his arm to keep him in place. To keep him from hurting this person who broke not just your heart but also your trust.

He doesn't glance at you but scoffs. “Even now you defend them. Why?”

“I’m not defending them.” You say. “I just think it's beneath the leader of Onichynus to be wasting time on such people.”

He scoffs again. “You’re not wrong about that, Sweetheart.”

His evol lets go of this person's neck, and he gestures with his chin towards the door. “Get lost.”

They immediately run off.

Seeing that, your own fingers slowly loosen their grip on Sylus’s arm but he grabs hold of your hand before you can completely let go.

“Let’s go for a ride.” He suggests.

And you find yourself smiling for the first time in a while. “Where are we going?”

“Guess.”

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find me/Damocles

(MCU!Adam Warlock x Ex-Avenger!Reader)

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A/n: I posted this on Wattpad a week or two ago and forgot to post it here! That’s mb, don’t hate me lol

Description: I live for angst, and this is going to be just a short few parts where reader rejects Adam's advances but slowly find themselves being hit with the realization that they do indeed harbor feelings; although, not as strongly, but they were beginning to grow.

Warnings: NONE OF THESE ARE PROOFREAD, mentions of canonical deaths, canonical violence, swearing, reader fell for Steve Rogers, alcohol consumption, kidnapping, Adam hurts reader, unethical experiments, animal abuse, vague hint of sexual thoughts, Rocket may or may not have feelings for reader, way too many near death experiences, mentions of infertility, drunken confessions, heartbroken Rocket, Reader hurts Adam, torture/abuse of persons, some mention of manipulation,(more will be added accordingly)

Work count: 11,344

You will be happy to know that the description in no longer click bait! However now I realized I strayed from it...

This is uncharted territory now. So, that means I can finally get creative with my writing instead of having boring bs that follows the MCU timeline. I know, I did this to myself so idk why I'm complaining. Anyways, it's gonna be a bit of a better, longer reading experience... yay... don't forget the angst tho.

I have no idea how many more parts there are going to be so stay with me while we figure that out. I will be naming these after songs I listen on repeat while writing them, so don't pay the weird names any attention.

Enjoy and pls don't come for me, I'm just having fun and simping for this golden mf :)

Groot snored from beside you, his wooden body vibrating against your back with each inhale and exhale. The dirt beneath your fingertips were lifted in your palm then lazily falling out from your grasp, making soft sounds to distract you from thinking too much into how long it's been. Your body leaned further back into Groot, hearing the gentle buzz of bees and birds chirping in the furthest parts of the forest.

It was another mission assigned to you, Groot and Kraglin from Rocket. You weren't meant to cause violence or disturbance, instead you were here for a delivery. Something you weren't entirely used to, considering missions before consisted of gunfire and bodies lying lifeless on the floor. It was a nice change, but it did have you missing those violent missions just for the entertainment.

"Any word from captain?" Kraglin's voice broke through the pleasant silence, your gaze wandered along the trees before settling on his standing position a few feet from you.

You let a soft hum leave your lips, looking down at your watch then lifting the data pad from your lap. The sight of your last few messages and orders were listed, nothing new popping up on the corner or any sign that the mission had been updated.

"Nothin' yet I'm curious on why our buyer didn't wanna meet in town. I mean Groot is okay with lugging it around but me personally, I'm tired of sitting here all day." You sat up, stretching your limbs before placing the data pad against Groot's back, seeing the faint hue of silver within his chest.

"I think it has somethin' to do with the package itself, the seller did tell us it has valuable info on the other faction's weaponry." Kraglin chuckled, standing in front of you, his hand extended to help you stand. You gladly accepted the help, feeling your limbs tingle from sitting for so long.

"I guess that's true, odd they couldn't find someone on the planet to deliver it. We get stuck with the oddest jobs, I swear." You felt a yawn escape as you stretched further, nearly falling back from your knees locking. Kraglin had an arm extended quickly just in case you did end up falling, but you waved him away after catching your balance.

"Business has been slow lately, I'm not complaining. I like taking a break to just enjoy nature like this, sure beats the long days on the ship." Kraglin turned on his heel, beginning to dig through his bag hung upon a tree. You followed leaving a good distance to take in your surroundings once again while you hummed along to Kraglin's words in agreement.

You could feel a gentle tap against your arm, turning your attention back down only to be met with Kraglin's head tilted out past the tree his bag sat behind. The crinkle of food made your ears ring after it stopped, your gaze following the man crouched down before you. It was hard to see but you could make out the faint outline of someone walking in the distance. You were quick to crouch down alongside Kraglin, squinting your eyes slightly from the sun blinded you as it sank lower past the tree line.

"You think that's the guy?" Your voice was just above a whisper as Kraglin shrugged, his gear rustling slightly as he shifted to the side and moved up to another tree. You stayed where you were, following the silhouette as you unclipped your gun from the side of your hip. The warm metal sat in your palm as you maneuvered yourself to sit away from where the figure was walking.

"S'There any description on who we're looking out for?" Your head shot over to Kraglin, his body laid out flat against the trunk of the tree. His gaze flicked over to you then back over to keep a close eye on the moving figure. You were quick to reach along your back just above your buttocks to find the data pad you were looking at earlier.

Your heart sank at the empty feel of your satchel, your gaze darting around to find where it was placed. Once your eyes landed on it there was a ping on it that vibrated against Groot's back, his snoring quieting down just for a second before returning. You waved toward Kraglin, his eyes focusing on you for a second as you motioned toward Groot. He shook his head a playful smirk replacing his stoic expression, teasing you at your misfortune. It was just like you to do something like this, in the worst times imaginable.

You rolled your eyes, reading yourself to sprint over to the data pad, but before you could even execute your plan the sound of footsteps were coming increasingly louder. The shimmy of your body was barely noticeable as you tried to make yourself as small as possible behind the trunk of the tree. You could hear Kraglin shift as he gently unclipped the arrow from his belt, probably making it easier to move in a second's notice. You knew he was still getting familiar with how quick it reacted; he had impaled you on a previous mission for that exact reason.

The footsteps brought you out of your thought as they were only a couple feet from you, their movement never ceasing until they were close enough to you.

Your movements were quick and calculated as you swiftly moved out from behind the tree, kicking the back of their knee to get them on the ground in a second.

They let out a gasp of surprise, falling flat on their face in the processes. You were quick to hold their arms behind their back and using your whole-body weight to push your knee against their back and arms as you held the tip of your gun against the back of their head. You could hear their struggled noises as they shifted under you, their hands clenching and unclenching as they wiggled back and forth.

"Stop moving, I don't wanna accidentally paint the forest floor red." Your words were harsh, commanding, testing them to keep struggling. They were quick to cease their movement, completely going limp as their chest rapidly moved along with their fearful gasps of air.

Kraglin was up in a few seconds, already on one knee in front of said person taking in their features as they let out a groan of pain. You could see the way Kraglin's face scrunched, glancing up to you then back at them before waving you away. The worry already setting softly against his gaze down at the person.

"It's just a kid." His words fell into the quiet air around you, the gentle tug at your heart stings had you hop off of them immediately. Your hands shakily shoving your gun back into your holster, not realizing that it had shaken you up so much.

"Damn it, what the hell are you doing out here." Your voice rang through the forest as you grabbed the kids' shoulder, turning them onto their back to get a look at what child could be wandering through the forest at such a late hour in the day.

Your whole body softened looking into the eyes of the young boy, his brown eyes misting over in tears as he held his hands over his face. He didn't look a day past his teens, let alone late teens. It really was just a kid. The guilt setting heavily against your chest at the realization that he was just over Lyra's age.

"I-I came here to pick up a package from-from-" he voices trembled as he tried to catch his breath, a tear already flowing down his cheek as he struggled.

You felt that motherly instinct all over again, but you bit back the urge to comfort him as you held your head in your hand. "They seriously got kids doin' this shit now? That's some next level bull-"

Kraglin interrupted you, "Don't think about it, just get the documents and I'll make sure the kids okay."

Your movement flowed smoothly as you nudged Groot from behind, the fact he slept so soundly through the whole predicament was beyond you, but your main focus was the box within his chest cavity.

Groot let out a soft groan, his entire body creaking as wood rubbed together. You watched the data pad fall from his back, your hand reaching out grab it before it hit the ground, but your movements were to slow. The data pad was already crushed beneath the heel of Groot's feet, the sound of broken glass and metal crunching loudly as you fought to keep the anger down.

Your hands were holding your head, a struggled yell leaving your lips as you extended your arms out, turning around to bang your fist against your forehead, the anger not subsiding fast enough as Groot wiped his foot along the dirt, "I am Groot..."

"Are you seriously going to say that! We can't even confirm if that kid is the buyer, Rocket was supposed to send the information and you just-"

You took a step backward, your heavy breathing drowning out the rapid beat of your heart as your back hit the trunk of a tree. The splitters and scrapes were nothing compared to the spill of annoyance and dread, the rage building with each passing second.

"I am Groot." Groot's voice was soft, his eyes darting away from you then to Kraglin. You were trying so hard not to yell, not to make things worse but it was so frustrating.

"Groot, it was my fault. I could've—I should've grabbed it before you stood up, it slipped my mind. It's fine, we'll just take our chances." Your palms clasped over your mouth as you pondered on if Rocket was going to skin you alive if this ended up backfiring.

It had been a weird start on your missions, Rocket was far from being any clear with his communication. Most missions he'd sit out, giving you the odd jobs that kept you far, far away from him. Even after Thor left, most conversations were short words of acknowledgement and simple mission briefs, it was never one on one like it used to be. That whole week had been a roller coaster. You didn't get a chance to talk, to really dig deep, to get over this massive bump in the road in your self growth. As much as you loved Rocket, it seems you were back at square one in your friendship.

Adam wasn't any better, he was the complete opposite of tiptoeing around you, it was like the roles were reversed. He could hold a conversation, like he wanted to talk about that night after his confession and you kept brushing him off, avoiding him and clearing the room before he even made his presence known. You pushed and pushed until he finally gave up, accepting your sarcastic remarks and back handed comments with a nod and a swift retreat.

You were being hypocritical, that much was obvious.

You knew you were anything but relieved at Adam's new tactic in keeping his distance, it hurt the deepest parts of you. The thought that he had given up so easily really rubbed you the wrong way, you knew it was something you wanted but at the same time you missed him. Everyday you woke up without Blurp sitting outside your door whining, or the soft smiles Adam would give you from across the room, or when Lyra would invite him to join you both in your Terran traditions, it was like a part of you was missing.

You kept telling yourself it was for the best, the further Adam drifted from your shitty self would keep him happy, sane, devoid of any stress and in finding someone else to fall for. That thought always made your stomach sink, that he now saw he didn't need you, or that he didn't actually feel any sort of way toward you.

You never realized how fucked up everything had been from your own fears of rejection and traumas.

"I am Groot." Groot's voice knocked you from your thoughts, your eyes moving from off the shattered glass up to the small box held out to you.

"Yea buddy, it's okay, it's replaceable. Let's just get this over with and get the hell out of here." Your hands gently took the box from his hold, watching as he followed alongside you to Kraglin.

"So, we're just gonna risk it?" Kraglin's sarcasm was evident, but you didn't pay it any mind. You were finally calm, and you didn't need his teasing setting you off, not when the mission was more important.

"Here are the documents, we'll be expecting the credits as soon as you return." Your finger tips gently grazed the boy's opened palms, you were about to let go when you caught a glimmer of light shining from behind him. Your whole body moved on instinct, like you were back on Earth in the middle of a war.

You shoved the boy down with the box, the booming of gun fire sounded throughout the quiet forest, not even a chirp or creak of wood could be heard. A few seconds passed before gasps were heard from around you, they were loud enough for your mind to finally catch up with your body.

The sight of blood dripping from the open wound onto the boys shoulder was enough for the realization to set in as you fell onto your back. You couldn't remember the last time you got shot, even Kraglin's arrow did less damage. The burning began to fan from your right arm, igniting your whole body in flames from the pain.

Groot was in front of you in a second, a barrier being held up just enough to shield all four of you from the oncoming fire. Your left hand somehow found its way up to your right shoulder, your fingers pushing onto your back. The wall of skin intact meant the blast didn't go straight through.

Kraglin's loud whistle made your ears ring as yelling followed, you couldn't move your body from off the floor it was like you were paralyzed. The voices from Kraglin and Groot were like television static as Groot wrapped branches around you to help you stand.

As soon as you found your footing the blaster fire followed, there were more than a few dozen men surrounding you, caging you in with little effort. Groot was withering away at the seams, his body taking the brunt of the beating as Kraglin got a quarter of the men down.

You grabbed onto the boys coat collar , keeping him between all three of you. The attempt to making sure he wouldn't be in harm's way only increased his sobs and cries, his fingers digging into the package as his cries bled with the ongoing fire and hollers from the attacking men.

You pulled on your holster, pushing the boy further down into the dirt as you finally released your gun. His eyes were on you in an instant, his tear stained face fueling your body to keep moving. It was like Lyra was right there with you, you needed to protect her.

Your attempts to help your team were coordinated, shooting in each direction to stop the men sneaking closer. Groot was quick to slither out small vines and pierce through a few that you didn't notice. Each breath in burned, the wound against your shoulder continuing to sizzle with each movement. The healing process should have started from such a small wound, but with each passing minute, each body falling, the wound never seemed to close.

"We were down to half, but they keep coming. I don't think we can hold 'em off any longer. We need to get back to the ship!" Your voice was hoarse as you stumbled over the debris of broken twigs and branches. The fear welling within your chest increased at the sight of the men hunkering down further out, using long range weapons to continue beating down the barricade of Groot you all sat behind.

Kraglin nodded, his whistle being one of the only weapons to reach further than your stupid handgun. You watched four fall from behind the trees as you readied yourself to make a break for it, Groot was already using the rest of his might to make the barrier stronger, but light enough to run with it.

It was a split-second decision as you grab ahold of the teen boys hand, keeping him moving next to you but his constant tumbling and trip ups were slowing you all down. It was difficult but you could see the tree line peeking through, the whistle of Kraglin's arrow flew in front of you, piercing through the man coming out from behind a rock.

Your arm was beginning to go numb from all the movement, you couldn't even close your hands as you tried to grip your gun, your other hand was too busy pushing the kid forward. It felt like agony fighting through the pain, as another man came from around another tree. Your movements were swift in knocking him back onto his back as Groot threaded a vine through his abdomen, using the limp body to block incoming fire from the other side of his broken down shield.

The sight of the ship made you work harder to keep up, nearly throwing the kid out of the way of another shot fired from the underside of the ship. The same pain shot through your leg, the shot going clean through unlike the other, but the pain was much worse as all motor function in your torn up leg were working overtime.

Kraglin was the first in, already starting up the ship while the boy tripped over himself once again. Groot couldn't create any more vines to block the shots like he did before, instead he completely covered you and the boy with his body to keep the damage to a minimum.

"Get up, were right there. Come on kid, your gonna make it." Your grip was loose on the underside of the boys shoulder, hoisting him up with the bit of strength you had left, you were so caught up in the relief of being so close to leaving that you didn't feel the sharp object being shoved within your stomach.

Your whole body collapsed against itself, the sting from the needle was already beginning to run through your entire body. You felt like you were on fire, all your strength was dissolving slowly, the borders of your vision being shrouded in black dots as you sucked in a deep breath, pushing yourself to stay upright. Your gaze fell into the eyes of the teen; his apology was evident in his eyes as he held the empty syringe in his palm.

You tried to move away, to step up onto the dock but your legs wouldn't move. Your palms gripped onto the thin vine slithering across your abdomen, but it was quickly cut off and fell limply in your palm. The sight of the boy dropping the syringe and reaching out to grip your arm, his gentle tug against your wrist and upper arm was enough for you to fall.

The boy held your head in his arms, stopping you from hurting your head in the process. You thought it was sweet, kind, even with the anger bubbled up in your rising chest. He really was a kid, he didn't even know what he wanted.

Your ears began to ring as the pain shot down your spine, the peaceful moment was gone as your entire body was covered in dirt. Your hands noticed that you were being dragged, the severity of your wounds completely numbing your body to any sensations. The blurry sight came into view as you became conscious to your surrounding once again.

You noticed now that they had taken out Groot's hand and part of his body. His scream was full of rage, worry as he attempted to get to you, but your attackers pushed forward. Groot's entire body moved back to cover his face with his other hand to block the rain of blaster fire, you tried reaching out but your hands wouldn't move, all you could do was watch.

The sight broke your heart, Groot trying so hard to reach you as Kraglin's eyes landed on you from the cockpit of the ship. You could feel anger burn in your chest, as sleep crept closer and closer.

The teen body blocked your line of sight as he was running in front of  you, his eyes looked into your own once again. You wanted to believe he was innocent but your outraged heart ached in betrayal. You felt stupid, disappointed.

Your gaze flicked between his eyes as your head lulled back, your anger coming in waves as you spoke your final words before sleep completely drowned you. "What a little backstabbing piece of-"

"Shit... are you alright baby?" The voice that spoke was sincere, their hands finding their way underneath your shoulders as you nodded softly. The large gash against your knee ached softly, blood beginning to drip onto your socks. The warm feeling was comforting compared to the icy breeze from outside, it already had you shivering against the chest cradling you close.

"C-cold." Your hushed voice was shaking from your teeth chattering, the smoke falling from the single word as you snuggled closer to the warm body. Your mind was hazy, barely registering the crunch of snow and heart beating against your ear. The rumble from their chest made the gentle beat cease, their words pounding against your ear drums.

"I told you to bring as extra coat goofy, let's go see if mom can get you all fixed up." Your fathers gruff voice bounced along the surface of the snowy plain, your hands curling further against your chest.

It felt like ages before the faint glow of the cabin came into view, your whole body was already beginning to warm up just from the sight. Your heart was soaring as the warmth of the fire enveloped you, your mother still working on dinner as you and your father walked through the threshold.

The look on your mother's face was easy to read, worry, a big of anger slipping through. You knew why she was angry, but you weren't capable of feeling such a thing from how numb your body had become. You only focused on a heavy blanket being wrapped around your body as your father sat you down in front of the fireplace, gently grabbing your ankle to extend your leg for your mom to look it over.

Your palm rode up from your ankle to your knee, the numb of your icy cold fingers weren't able to tell that the large cut was gone, only the blood drying quickly. You peeled the blood from your skin unconsciously, your sock crinkled under your fingertip as the blood dried into the fabric. The faint mummers from your parents were distant as you snuggled further into the plush blanket, distracted by the flicker of fire, it's red and orange hues moving rhythmically to each gust of wind from outside, the fresh wood on top began to burn brighter.

You looked into the flame, feeling heat pooling over your entire body making your skin itch from the ferocity. Then a hand gently grabbed your shoulder, pulling you away from the beauty that laid within its small cage.

"I don't think we met before; are you knew here?" The professional tone had your breath catch in your throat, the heat dusting your cheeks in a light shade of red.

You could feel the aura of leadership dripping off of him, his blonde hair swept back nice, his faint scent of cedar and leather hitting your nostrils as the icy blue eyes wandered down between you. The hand he extended for you to grasp, his black suit holding his body in the perfect places with each rise and fall of his chest as he waited patiently for your response.

Your hand reluctantly reached out, nervousness finding its way to your small smile and reddened cheeks. "I was assigned here a few days ago. Just filling out paperwork for Mr. Stark before I'm allowed on the field."

His smile was contagious, as he gave one good shake and pulled out the seat next to you. "I see, well it's nice to have you on the team..."

Once again, he waited with such patients as you took him in, everything about him scratched the right parts of your brain. From his calm sweet tone to the way his muscular shoulders gently nudged against yours as he adjusted himself within the seat.

"(Y/n)... (y/n) (l/n)." You could feel your whole-body tense as he locked eyes with you, testing your name on his tongue with a hum. You looked away, hiding your face behind your hair as you took a sip from your drink hoping he wouldn't see the mess you were becoming with each passing second.

Out of nowhere you could feel his whole body shift again, as someone came to greet him. Thier words weren't registered as you looked through your hair to see his stoic expression, memorizing every crease of his brow, movement of his eyes and bob of his adams apple as he spoke.

After they left, his full attention was back on you again like you were the most important thing to him. His expression was soft, nearly making you melt in place as he apologized, his hand resting along the bar top as he held out his hand again before pulling back and chuckling softly.

"Steve Rogers, it's nice to finally meet you." His voice left a pleasant ringing in your ears as he continued to speak, completely drowning you in his presence.

You watched his lips move to every word, his teeth showing as he laughed along to your response. All of those emotions within such a short time had your head spinning, your vison blurred together in calm tones of blue as they swished back and forth. The crashing of waves and faint hint of salt overcame your senses, the warm rays of sun hitting your face as you stood to look out over the horizon.

"You coming? We gotta get back." The gruff voice echoed behind you, the gentle tug against your heart from the homesickness brought your gaze away from the setting sun and to the small companion not too far from you.

His cold gaze was making you uncomfortable, not that you really cared, but you expected at least some sort of sympathy for staying with them out in space for so long. The earth like ecosystem was pleasant, the thought of Steve was beginning to gnaw at the back of your mind. The warmth of the air sent your hair flying in front of your face, the sand rustling beneath your shoes as you got closer to the small creature.

"How long have we been gone?" Your voice carried softly in the wind, your hair finally going back into place as you tucked it behind your ear.  You didn't miss the way he continued to stare up at you, his dark brown eyes looked almost red in the sunlight.

You were taken aback by the way his expression softened significantly, a much more welcoming appearance than before. It had your heart beating a bit faster, not sure if you had said something wrong. The silence was nice, allowing you to enjoy just a few more seconds of the beautiful scenery around you, then his tail flicked against the dirt brushing sand up from the ground.

"About two weeks, you miss home or somethin' girlie?" The nickname made you smile, letting your shoulders fully relaxed as you hummed. "Of course I do, but it's not every day I get to leave Earth."

He chuckled; it was inviting letting you know that he understood. "You'll be home soon, come on let's get back to Nebula." You could feel your own chuckle bubble up, falling in step with Rocket as you made your way toward the ship. The sight taking your breath away with the dim light illuminating it behind tropical trees and bushes. The scent of fruit lingering in your senses as you walked past them.

"What took you guys so long!?" The feminine voice was rough, her arms folding over her chest as she looked between you and the raccoon, then her gaze fell on you the familiar sight of anger within her dark eyes. "We have four more stops and you two leave me to pack up."

She was pissed; you could practically feel the anger radiating off of her. You wanted to apologize but there was a familiar lump beginning to form in your throat from being yelled at, something you hardly felt but the idea of being so far from home and not being able to enjoy such sights was infuriating.

You knew you couldn't let that sadness slip out, so you closed your eyes for just a moment, letting the warm air fill your lungs as you took a deep breath in. The feeling ignited in your abdomen, setting ablaze in anger.

You took in the scent of salt and earthy tones in your nostrils, the gentle smoothness of cloth against your fingertips as you gripped onto the fabric in your palms, the ringing in your ears drowning out the sound of voices as you exhaled sharply.

You opened your eyes, bringing the blanket up further to cover the small girl within your lap. Her once up right position was now sprawled, her head on the armrest and her legs on the other side of the couch, dangling softly on strong thighs at your side. You could hear the faint whispers and singing coming from the television, the familiar musical reminding you of late nights sat awake with Natasha.

Your shoulder flexed slightly, the weight becoming more and more prominent with each passing second. It made your whole-body ache, not only having one, but two heavy weights against your body. That earthy smell mixed well with the sandalwood as you turned your head, seeing the golden blonde hair draped along your shoulder. His soft snores echoed along with the little girl in your hold.

Being so close you could smell the musk of his cologne, a scent that was becoming familiar with each week that passed. From this angle you had the perfect view of his face, the way his big chest rose and fell, his strong nose barely covering his lips as they were slightly agape with each breath. You could see the almost bronze tone to his golden cheeks, as his head moved slightly back between the couch and the back of your shoulder.

Now, you had freedom to look at his face. His sharp jawline and peaceful expression. his hair laid lazily across the front of his face; its slicked backed perfection was long gone. Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest, his lips moving slightly as he mumbled in his sleep. He looked anything but perfect like this, his constant reminders that he's supposed to be the perfect being was far beyond true now, but you could feel you heart swell.

He was perfect, even like this.

The stir from him had you hurriedly looking away and back toward the television, pretending you had just been watching the movie instead of admiring the golden man beside you. His hum from beside you tense, his apology coming out raspy as he sat up and away from you. You hummed, looking down at the little girl in your lap as she leaned further into your warmth. You would never tell a soul but the cool apartment air hitting your side made you miss the golden man that once laid against you.

"Has Lyra fallen asleep?" His voice was as smooth as silk, his accent ringing in your ears like music.

"Yes." your answer was almost a whisper as you smiled down at the little girl, her calm sleeping expression eased any worries you had.

Adam smiled softly looking down at the girl in your lap, reaching over to brush her hair from her face. The gesture had your stomach flutter, this was so domestic, like a family. Just as that thought crossed your mind, Adam moved more noticeably from beside you, his hand moving Lyra's legs from atop his thighs.

"I will take my leave, I don't want to-" his voice was cut off by Lyra stirring in your grasp, her eyebrows scrunching softly as she turned, the blanket scrunching up between you. Adam stood dead in his tracks, not moving a single muscle until he was sure she would not wake up.

You took it upon yourself to bring your hand up and gently grab his wrist. The sudden contact made the man beside you jump, his gaze following your hand up to your eyes. His expression was unreadable, but you hoped he couldn't see the flush of your cheeks as you kept your eyes steady.

"Don't go. Lyra would be sad if you aren't here when she wakes up." You could feel nervous bubble up into your chest, your throat tightening waiting for his response. You didn't want to admit it, but you didn't want him to leave either, the thought was frightening to you, but you had no idea if he knew just how you felt when he was at your side.

In that moment of brief silence, you came to the realization of something, something you tried so hard to ignore since the moment he held your face in his palm. It was like a breath of fresh air thinking about it, not one thought being from your past as you looked into his golden eyes. The only thought being you, him and Lyra.

Adam smiled, his hand gently covering yours, squeezing gently in reassurance as he sat back down in his seat. You could feel his entire body relax further into the couch, his warmth radiating throughout your entire body. The gentle feel of his arm against your side made your heart skip a beat.

Without thinking, you leaned over, laying your head against his shoulder. You could feel him move slightly, tugging his arm between you two, you thought he was pushing you away.

When you moved back to sit up straight, you could feel his arm hook behind your neck pulling you back into him, your cheek pressing into his chest as his hand fell onto your shoulder, rubbing small circles with his thumb. Not a word was exchanged, just the comfort of each other and the movie playing in the background.

You closed your eyes, not paying the voice on the television any mind, only listening to the powerful beat of his heart and steady breaths. The rhythm like a lullaby as you felt his grip tighten on your arm as he pulled you further into him. The scent of his cologne drowning you in the sleep creeping closer and closer.

Just before you could fully fall asleep there was a warm feeling upon your forehead, a familiar cool burn completely drenched over your body. You felt lighter and heavier at the same time, like you were falling slowly. Your entire body was sinking into the darkness of sleep, which rapidity overwhelmed you with the spinning behind your eyes.

You could feel your whole body shake awake, the feeling of cold water dripped down your face and upper body. Your breaths came in rapid shallow huffs, your heart rapidly beating within your chest as fear crawled along your spine. The realization of liquid pooled in your lap as your hazy vision looked into the bright light reflecting in the water's surface.

You blinked away the water falling into your eyes, your arm twisting roughly from behind you as you attempted to wipe your face, only then did you notice that you were immobilized. Your hands pulled and pushed against the restraints on your back, your entire body rocking the chair you were tied to with each attempt at breaking free.

The sudden jingle of glass echoed in the empty room as your gaze shot up, your eyes quickly closed at the blinding lights. You blinked away the pain, while taking deep breaths to calm your nerves enough to look back up again.

The first thing you noticed was how empty the room was, completely devoid of life. It was filled with lab equipment, similar to horror movies with very few blood stains along certain tools and weird knifes and vials, an odd liquid sitting within a vile not too far away caught your eye. It was blue in color but there were smidges of red and purple swirling within it.

The entire room smelt of alcohol, rubber and nickel, which proved that it was definitely some sort of medical room, or possibly a torture room. You didn't like the thought of the last assumption, the events from earlier already burning your entire body in anger.

Not only did you get captured but you also got played by a kid of all things, a kid who you sympathized with because they reminded you of your little girl. It was hurtful, maybe deserved for all of the things you had done. Every wrong doing, every stain on your hands and every shitty word spoken, the universe found a way to remind you just how horrible of a person you were.

That thought hurt more than words could describe, the only thing on your mind was finding a way out and seeing Lyra again, to be back with family, to be see him again...

You twisted your arm again, feeling a sharp pain in the joint on your elbow it made your thoughts shift away from the flutter in your stomach.

The quick turn of your head to look further behind you hurt, your head already spinning but the sight of an IV pushing fluid into your system had your heart thumping roughly in your chest.

The clear liquid dripped softly, as you tried reaching your fingers up to grip the tube to yank it out but that familiar numb feeling within your hands was enough to halt your movements. You could already feel the tingling sensation running through your entire body, the memories of the earlier events came flooding back in much more detail than before.

Your eye glanced over to your shoulder, the wound wasn't closed but the blood had been cleaned. You looked down and your other wound hadn't healed either. The fear welling in your chest ached, your stomach turning at the realization that something was wrong with your body.

The sudden clatter of metal and concrete sounded through the large room. Your gaze shot up to look in the far corner. You could see a door swinging closed as a small female walked in with a muscular man following behind her. They looked to be from Earth like you, but there was a weird off-putting detail in their facial expressions that weren't exactly human.

"There's no use in struggling, your powers won't work." Her voice was velvety, soft, comforting but laced with hidden venom.

You didn't say a word, only looking between her and the man beside her. She had familiar highlights and colors to you, her skin just slightly lighter than your own, like she was glowing, and her eyes nearly matched your own if it weren't for the purple ring surrounding her pupil. Her hair was like straw, from a distance it looked soft but now that she was nearer it looked unreal, like yarn. You didn't know what to think, if anything the man beside her looked worse. He looked more cryptic as the seconds drew on.

"Aren't you going to ask what you're doing here?" Her voice was sharp, leaning closer to cup your chin in her palm, turning your head back and forth examining you.

You quickly turned away, your body straining against your restraints. The familiar buzz of your body made you freeze as the numbness increased. Your brain going fuzzy as you slouched back in the chair you were held against, the cool feeling in your arm pooled down to your feet.

Her stoic expression turned into a smirk that turned into a full smile, her teeth showing behind her pale lips. You could see the faint glimmer of knife sharp teeth just where her canines sat.

"I wouldn't try moving too much, you're going to make this process much harder on yourself." Her hand came up to push the stray strands of hair from your face, her nails gently digging into your skin. "We can't have our Terran mutt losing consciousness when you've just woken up."

"I wouldn't be talking about me being a mutt when you look like that. What's the point of you hiding when I know you're not a Terran either? You must be uglier underneath all that fake skin you're wearing." Your voice was hoarse as you spoke, but you could tell she understood you perfectly as her eyes narrowed, her fingers digging deeper into your chin.

"You're all bark and no bite, mutt. You may be half Terran, but you will never understand just how powerful your other half is. I'll have more use for it here on this planet." Her nails finally began to sink into your cheeks; the cool liquid of blood seeped from each indent.

You felt more pain than you have in your entire life, your healing factor completely dwarfed than what it was before. In one swift downward push of your head, you had caught the space between her index and thumb between your teeth. You bit down hard, her expression switching to fear and pain as she tried to pry her hand from your jaws only for it to tear.

There was a quick flash before your entire body was stumbling onto your side, the chair you sat on making a horrible cracking sound as you slammed into the ground. A sharp pain began to fester on your cheek, the warm liquid in your mouth was spat out a mix of red and purple as you inhaled sharply.

The man that was beside her now stood over you, his fists purple from her blood and his knuckles turning red from hitting you. His expression was unreadable, but you knew he was proud of himself with the way he leaned down. The warmth from the bruise forming on your cheek was nothing to his large fist pulled your hair to sit you back up, the pain making you cry out.

You could feel his grip loosen once you were back up, his hand disappearing from your head as the girl was in front of you once again. Her hand was pushed into her side to stop the bleeding while she looked down at you bitterly. You could only smile cockily before her hand whipped across your face, wiping that smirk away in an instant.

"Celestial, and Skrull." The two words were booming, bouncing off the walls of the room and ringing in your ears.

"Disgusting mutt. You have nothing else to offer except your dormant powers, look at you, you can't even shape-shift." Her face was now mere inches from your own, her bloodied hand was on your shoulder as her thumb dug into the unhealed bullet wound.

You hissed in pain as she spat her next words in your face, "That Terran inside you is holding you back from all your rich endless power. Didn't you ever wonder why you were so different? How stupid can you be, I mean really."

There was a pause as she pushed her thumb deeper, the burn within your chest rising as you closed your eyes to keep from crying. You didn't know what to say, what to do, all you knew was that this was literal hell, but you had more questions swarming your mind as your head fell forward to collide with her forehead roughly. She gasped, falling back as your whole body went completely limp, the numbness finally having you within its hold.

"I'm none of those things, I'm a fucking Terran. My mom, and my dad were both from earth, I'm no mutt." Your words were choked, the lump forming in your throat making it hard to speak and to breathe. The only thing on your body that was able to move was your chest, each rise and fall from the deep breathes you took in and each sharp exhale burned.

Her laugh was dry, as she wiped her forehead. "Your father was a disgusting Terran, your mother however..."

The hand that wiped her forehead found its way down to your thigh, doing the same thing she did with your other blaster wound. She dug deep to emphasize her next words, and all you could do was bite your tongue to stop from screaming. "Your mother was half Skrull and Celestial. Did you think a simple Terran like you could just obtain powers without a source? I do have to give your mother credit; she did a great job hiding you from me."

You could feel the pent-up pain grow to be too much, the scream you let out even made her flinch. Her entire body jolting as tears began to spring from your eyes, your sobs were loud as you hung your head low. She regained her composure to dig her fingers deeper as you continued to sob, completely letting go of the will to hide your fearful emotions.

"Poor sweet niece of mine, you really are a weak Terran." She shushed you, her forehead resting against your own as your eyes locked with hers. You knew she seen your confusion, your fear, your pain, as she continued, "All of this will be over soon, and you'll finally be able to live a normal life on your miserable planet."

Her words rang in your ears, the promise of returning to Earth was a shot in your heart. Everything you had lost and rebuilt would have been for nothing, like each sacrifice was wasted. You didn't want to go back; you couldn't abandon Lyra, or the few friends you had left. You couldn't leave Adam.

The thought of the golden man had another sob erupt from within in your throat, finally letting out tears that weren't masked by anger or a need to hide. The tears were real, raw, full of emotions you could finally release after months of pushing back each need to run to him. You could feel the warmth enveloping your entire body, the sleep and numb feeling fueling a fire within your very soul.

You tried to keep your eyes open, the pain and tears clouding your vision as she removed her finger from your wound to stroke your cheek with her bloodied hand. It could've been mistaken for love had it not been for the push of her palm against your chin, which caused your head to lull to the side as the man beside her stuck something sharp into your shoulder blade.

The flame in your soul burned brighter, pushing away the fear welling within your chest, there was a pulse of energy in your heart that followed, one after the other a hammer began nailing against your chest, a strum of stings that connected the very veins together like it wasn't just your own heart beating.

You weakly tried to pull away, only for her to shush you once again. The world around you blurring together as sleep sunk further into your body, pushing back any fight you had left.

The last words in your mind were soft, slurred, unspoken.

Please forgive me.

"You did nothing wrong sweetheart." Your mother gently pulled your balled up fist from your teary eyes, her own thumbs brushing the stray tears slipping down your cheeks.

You sobbed, turning away from her touch only for her to pull you back. The warmth of her kiss upon your forehead made your cries shift down to quiet sniffles and hiccups. Her thumbs ran under your eyes again, then her lips kissed away the new tears building up as she pulled you into her chest.

You didn't know if you played too roughly in the park but one second you were swinging across the bars to the other side then the next you were screaming and crying on the ground with a broken arm. You came back the next day with no cast and full movement... they thought you were a monster, a liar, a freak.

The flashed of their words replayed in your mind, the way their palms dug into your shoulder blades as you were pushed, shoved, scratched. They said you weren't allowed to play with them anymore and you couldn't stop the tears, the anger, the feeling of betrayal.

"I-I didn't mean it. I wanted to play and-and-" you gripped onto the fabric of your mother's shirt, your tears soaking the soft blue dress as she hushed you.

"I know you didn't mean it sweetheart, it's okay." Your mother's grip tightened slightly, making sure you felt safe, and secure within her hold.

You were still sobbing into her hold, not noticing the way your mother looked up toward your father. It was the same look, the same concern as in the cabin.

Their words were drowned out, it was obvious their arguments were becoming more frequent as you got older but your mind refused to acknowledge it. You could already feel your grip loosen on your mother as your eye lids fell heavy.

You felt your father pull you away from your mother, her angered words rising as he pushed past your bedroom door his hold reminded you of a warm fire, it was like the sun, and you couldn't stop your eyes from closing as he walked into your room to lay you down.

Your fear, and sadness finally catching up to you. The days events were horrifying, the moment of your blackout and blood stained hands had your heart clenching in your chest as your dad tucked the blanket around you.

His words were drowned out, muffled by sleep overtaking you within a seconds notice. You could feel the gentle kiss against your forehead as the door closed softly on the other side of your room.

You could feel your mind haze together as a knock followed soon after the door shut. The groggy 'one second' from your dry throat was enough for them to know you had just woken up.

The pull from within your chest was enough for you to sit up and take in the pale room surrounding you. You couldn't even see from how blurry your vision was from sleep, even the quick rub of your eyes didn't help as you trudged toward the door.

Once it swung open you were embraced swiftly by a familiar muscular embrace. It made your stomach flip and your heart clench in your chest, not from nervousness but from what his arrival meant.

"Look who's finally awake, you really needed a break if you slept this long. I even had Stark call you but you wouldn't pick up." Thor's booming voice was laced with worry as you stumbled back when he finally let you go.

"I never pick up when Tony calls me, you know that. Especially on my day off." You leaned against his chest as he chuckled along to your words. His hand ruffling your bed head.

"My dear, I believe you picked the wrong day for a lazy day. Tony is throwing a party to officially welcome you to the team!" Thor tried nudging you off, only for you to grumble and swat away his hand that rested on the top of your head.

"Of course he picked the one day I chose to have off. I'm going to replace his coffee with motor oil I swear." You half heartedly joked, the sinking feeling in your stomach burning at the thought of the long overdue welcoming.

You could already feel the weight of such a responsibility being set on your shoulders, even if you had been an Avenger for more than a couple of months, this party meant letting the world know who you were. You didn't have to sneak around, or dodge the camera crews which meant you'd be judged not only by the public but peers you haven't even met.

Thor grabbed onto your shoulders, stilling your swaying figure as you slumped upon your bed. The whole room spinning with the realization that this could surely backfire if you weren't careful with your self image.

Thor already knew what you were feeling, you always had that same far off look in your eyes but just as he noticed your tell, you bounced back like it didn't affect you but that didn't stop him from saying comforting words hoping to ease your worries, even just a little.

You felt his reassuring hand on your shoulder, his eyes locking with yours to give you soft smile. That was enough to make your worries rise and fall in sync, the walls you put up crumbling down just slightly to accommodate the warm feeling in your chest, but just as quickly it vanished. A whole new worry arose, completely blocking out the feeling of safety and shielding it in your mask.

"I don't even have an outfit. I can't wear the dress I wore the night I met..." your words died down just as quickly as they spilled. A knowing look flashed in Thor's eyes as he shook you slightly before removing his hand from your shoulder.

"Ah, the night you met—how did you put it—your true love!" His eye lashes fluttered as his hands came up to his cheeks, emphasizing his words with half lidded eyes, lovey voice and shake of his head.

You could feel regret pool in your body as you shoved his shoulder roughly, letting out an unbelievable gasp. "You promised you wouldn't mention that!"

Thor only laughed, his whole body moving along with it. Your bed shook as he stood up, moving away from your swatting hands as you stood soon after finally deciding you had enough of his shit. He was still chuckling as you shoved him out of your room, his words rushing past the thin door in a singsong.

"Take it easy Kid."

The hand that was once on the door was now laid upon a firm chest; your fists stained with a familiar bronze hue. The rapid thump underneath your fingertips and quick rise and fall of his chest, his arms still held above his head to block your attack that had now ceased.

The smell of nickel and sweat filled your scenes, the droplets of red sank into the fabric of his clothes. Your blood dripped from your nose and torn lip, your earlier actions completely torn from your memory. As your gaze fell down to his features, it felt like your heart completely stopped.

You could see the faint hue of his metallic golden eyes, shining with a mix of fear and admiration. Even like this he was still perfect, he had just as much damage done to his face as you did yours. It made your stomach flip, a familiar yet foreign feeling. The thought that you felt compassion for such a fool made your entire world crumble down in seconds. The only thing stopping you from continuing your rampage was the cold blue hand yanking you away from the golden man.

"We said to train him, not kill him." Nebula's voice rang in your ears, as you shoved her hand off your shoulder. The glare she shot you was recuperated with a huff of annoyance deep from within your chest.

"I never wanted to train him, I told you again and again it was a bad idea." You took a deep breath, your glaring gaze falling to the man sat at your feet.  "You may have forgotten but I will never forget that this golden asshole nearly killed us!"

Adam flinched at the mention of his time before the Guardians. You knew he still felt guilt and you made sure that he never forgave himself not when he nearly destroyed the very thing you fought so hard to keep.

"Can you just let it go!? He's made up for it on countless missions, missions you avoid. God damn it (y/n). If you just-" Nebula was cut short on her rant when you let out a pitiful sound of annoyance, a growl that ruptured into a scream.

In one swift movement you shoved Nebula aside to strike Adam again but there were large muscular arms wrapping around your torso. You knew all too well you were in more trouble if it wasn't Groot who had snatched you up. You tried tossing and turning, your nails digging into the purple skin that held you in place.

The ache in your chest worsening at the sight of Adam standing fully, the back of his hand wiping away the blood that dripped from his nose. His eyes speaking louder than his words ever could as he turned to take his leave. You didn't know why but it angered you more than seeing Steve sitting on that bench, even the shock of Rocket's lips upon your own couldn't compare, even your guilt watching Lyra beg for love felt less than this, this loneliness finally consuming you for running from him that night.

This was your payment. Your karma.

"How pathetic." The world around you shrouded in darkness at those two words.

Where the purple arms once wrapped around your torso were replaced by you clutched arms wrapping tighter around yourself, the blood seeping from your arms felt like fire on your skin. Your nails continuing to dig further into your flesh as you sobbed, your cries coming out it scratchy wails.

"You really think sitting here and crying like a baby is going to help you." There was that voice again, nearly outranking your cries in volume.

Through blurred vision you could see that familiar golden skin, it lit up the darkness than that of a sun. Your stomach turned with excitement and sorrow, the cries from earlier lessened to quiet hiccups and sniffles. The thought that he had returned was enough to get you to wipe away the tears, but as the blurry figure came into full view you were disappointed to see a very different and very feminine Sovereign.

"Now that wasn't so hard was it?" Her question went unanswered as you turned away from her intense gaze.

You felt embarrassment rising across your cheeks as you sunk further into the darkness. Yet, her gaze never seemed to leave as she took a step closer to you. Once again you moved away avoiding any sort of contact or acknowledgment of her existence.

"Leave me alone." Your words were hoarse, disgustingly low and graveled. The cries from earlier doing a number on your throat.

She hummed in response, her eyes following the way your lips moved and the way you shuffled away from her. She didn't seem to mind, not saying another word as she sat beside you, her golden hues hitting the edge of your left side. The warmth was comforting but you could only feel annoyance bubbling up to mask the vulnerability.

You tried to keep your gaze fixed on the nonexistent ground, but you couldn't help but feel more awkward as time passed, the annoyance completely drowned out by your nervousness

It felt like forever before she finally made a move to scoot closer to you, her hand finding its way to push your hair from your face. You were about to swat away her hand when she grabbed ahold of your chin, turning your attention toward her. Her eyes scanned your entire face, like she was taking note of each imperfection. You half expected her to shove you away but you were thoroughly surprised when a pleasant smile graced her lips, a simple thing you felt very few have seen.

"How beautiful." Her words echoed into the void, your heart doing a flip in the process of her whole body now turning toward you. "I can't believe even after a tantrum you still have such lovely features."

You could feel her entire warmth engulfing your form, it reminded you of Adam in the most comforting way possible. The feel of her thumb ran across your tear stained face, wiping the left over tears you missed. The motherly gesture made tears well in your eyes again as she hushed you, her fingers danced across your scalp to push stray hairs from your face.

"Am I dead..." the words fell from your mouth without thinking, you thought maybe she would agree or give a simple nod, but her calm face fell into the most disappointing expression.

"No."

Her response sounded like it was supposed to be obvious, but you weren't quite sure how to feel.

You wanted to ask why, why you weren't dead or why you were even in this mess to begin with but the look on your face must've told her enough because you couldn't even think of a response before, she spoke first.

"You have a gift I have never seen, maybe it's that godsend power that lets me see you, feel you here right now." She leaned closer placing her forehead against yours, in an almost loving manner. "It's such a pity you possess strength beyond my son, I too could have used such raw power for my people. I know the High Evolutionary thought we were fools but I had my son to be our savior from our creators wrathful hand not just to ruin you guardians—which I may have gone overboard on."

Her soft chuckled was a pleasant pause which made your breathing still. At first it was the beauty of her laugh then it turned into the fact you didn't know what to respond with or what to do. You were hung on the fact that not only are you not dead, but his mother was just as beautiful as he was. That same golden glow, a million suns could not compare to just how warm your entire body felt. The comfort and love drowning you in a blissful state, yet you felt a gnawing feeling in your chest.

"I had no idea Adam..." you could feel guilt burying itself into your subconscious, the reality of what you had done hitting you harder than ever before. "...I hurt him, I keep hurting him and all he was made for was to—yet he was also made to—you and I can't—why are you so nice to me after everything I've done to your son and what the guardians did!"

You wanted to pull away but you could feel the hand on the back of your head run down to your back, as she pulled you into her chest. The uncanny silence in her chest made your body pause, the realization that she was indeed long gone from the universe was enough to make your heart ache more.

"What happened all those years ago doesn't matter now that I'm—just know I don't blame you... I was fueled on fear that harm would come to my people, to him, if we did not comply with our creator to capture the squirrel." She paused again, the hand on your back rubbing small circles as she held you close burring her face in the temple of your hair. "Adam was brought out earlier due to our creators impatience, all Adam's mind knew was violence, anger and pride. His incompetence far out weighed his ability to realize just how much I relied on him to be the guiding light for our people and not to be used as a weapon."

You could feel your body push into her further wiping the new mist of tears in your eyes on her clothing as she sighed deeply into your hair while continuing to comfort you and maybe herself, you weren't sure.

The moment of holding one another didn't seem to feel like a second or a minute, it could've been hours or days but all you knew was that this was what you missed the most when it came to Adam. Before, you tried not to think about it but having his mother hear in front of you was enough to make those missing pieces resurface.

You finally broke the moment by pulling away, sniffling softly as you wiped away the stray tear from your eyes. The moment you locked eyes with her again you could see features in her that you could see in Adam, you weren't sure if all Sovereigns looked the same, but you were in awe with just how beautifully similar, they were.

She seemed to examine you further than she had before, you couldn't tell if she was judging or admiring. All you knew was that this was definitely one of the weirdest experiences in your entire life, seeing a dead alien while not being dead yourself. You didn't even know if you were dreaming anymore, this felt to real and you didn't even know her name.

"My name is (y/n), I'm not sure if we've ever been introduced properly. I've only heard Adam mention you one time, but he never-" she interposed you with a soft smile, that caused that familiar feeling to rise in your chest again that this was still something very few experienced.

"Ayesha... the Priestess of the Sovereign." She gently held your cheek, but lighter than before. "I apologize for my son, and the pain he caused you and your... family. Please don't take my mistake out on him any longer, I can see just how much you are fighting yourself to keep him away from the deepest confines of your heart."

You wanted to interrupt, to say that it just wouldn't work because of your personal pain and fears no matter how much you wanted it, but she hushed you with her next words. "Your powers may be dormant due to your fear of being vulnerable again. My advice to you is to let yourself be free no matter who or if it hurts. I can see the inner turmoil of wanting to keep the past in your future, but your future is brighter than the powers you wield even if you end up without my son at your side."

You could see the tears slipped down her cheeks, and you could feel your breath get caught in your throat at the sight. The clear tears made her skin glow and the flash of Adam on that beach crossed your vision. The burn in your throat and itch in your eyes made you hold her hand on your cheek, pushing your face further into her palm. You wanted to tell her you will; to tell her anything but you couldn't even move your mouth to speak as she was fading from existence right in front of you and all you could do was watch and listen to her distance screams from the void of your mind.

"You're losing to much—I can't—oh God no... Wake up, please wake up, wake up, please!"

[amemberoftheosc]

Thoughts on TPOT 17

Am I late? Yep, I am Was busy but was able to watch it today! Let's get started then shall we ^^ [Spoilers Ahead!]

I'll try to go chronologically with the things I enjoyed or noticed Bottle being the host was something I didn't expect And I have to admit, her antics did frustrate me a little bit I guess I'm not one to put up with inefficiency but hey, she's doing her thing so I can't be mad about it After all, she did do a pretty job of hosting! A neat challenge idea of splitting up the teams and having one member try to get the most amount of points in their separate competitions! I quite liked it ^^ She reminds me more like a person who's trying to host their first object show camp: giddy to host but stumbles along the way whilst hosting

The elimination ceremony was a surprise For starters, I'm surprised we were able to vote together and get both Pencil and Golf Ball, not just out of the bottom two, but all the way to top two! Good job team ^^ Seriously, I was genuinely expecting it to be very close And again, Pencil's trauma shows itself again I think we can classify it as PTSD at this point Nobody told her it was a vote to save, and she panicked when hearing she was the most to voted (how did nobody tell her it was a vote to save :<) Then being told she's safe, she goes back to being guarded, unemotional It's as if she's trapped in a fog, being unable to see nobody but herself And when the fog clears up, there's just a blinding light that makes her lose sight of everything And then there's Pencil's scene with Book! In one of my earlier posts, I stated how Book served as a foil to Pencil (in fact, when I was listening to Pen's talk with Pencil, I instantly got reminded of Book) I was intrigued by their interaction I was unsure on how they would interact but I thought Book would recognize herself in her and try to help in someway I somehow forgot that the reason behind Book's abandonment issues (and even trust issues) is Pencil Naturally, Book wouldn't want to interact with Pencil yet (or heck, ever! No one can force Book to reconcile with Pencil. We just have to see if she does or chooses to split ties) I can feel with Book here, truly Of course, her view on things is a bit skewed (after all, Pencil didn't just want to go further in the game during BFDIA! She had a fun time with Freesmart even when almost all of them were eliminated. I mean heck, she even mentioned Needle as someone they miss) but that doesn't mean that Book's pain isn't real Despite all these years, the wound remains fresh in Book And Pencil can't take knowing that it's herself that caused Book to drift, so, ironically, she pushes herself away from Book even more And pushes herself away from the idea of Freesmart even when, it was one of the happiest times of her life Then there's Pencil's scene with Pen Still, it was a bit odd for me to see Pen try to help Pencil I was banking on either Book or Liy but this works as well They did go through similar troubles and Pen was the one to realize the struggle that Pencil is going through, so it makes sense for him to be the one to try and break through Pencil's barrier I also like that the TCOA was not bright at all, just dark Most times we see it, it was so bright and colorful, meaning that Pencil turned it off herself She both literally and metaphorically shuts off what was bright and cheerful from the past, leaving herself alone in the dark I'm honestly not quite sure what to make of Pencil She's traumatized from the isolation and dullness from E.X.IT, yet at the same time pushes away potential connections because she's clinging onto old ones Deep inside, she's sad about losing what once was, but she pushes it all down because she'll become as lethargic as Two if she allowed herself to grieve And if she's listless, she's more susceptible to being eliminated So, she prefers to suppress her grief and focus on her anger because that can push her forward in the game I know that one of the best things to do when going through something hard is to continue working, to keep yourself busy And I do agree, but you can only start doing that when you confront your feelings first When you've let all your emotions wash over you, then you can start you regain some stability by working Pencil has skipped that step To lighten up the mood, I did enjoy that Winner did get some closure over Loser They realize that Loser never forgot them and that he recognized their contributions It's a bit touching for me because I feel like I have a situation similar to this (which is no wonder why I also love Book and focus on her a ton) Also, I feel like there was a whole bunch of fourth wall breaks in this episode, especially with Bottle? Maybe that crack in reality is still affecting the world around them

[everythingwrongwithizumi]

Awkwardly Awarding

pairing: Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

warning: 18+, porn with plot, smut, dead relative, unprotected sex, oral(f), praise kink?, fingering, hickeys, teasing, pet names (nothing crazy!), squirting, overstimulation, Gojo being Gojo?, lmk if there’s anymore u see!

w/c: 5.8k

a/n: HELPPP😭 No one asked but heres an idea that came to me while I was playing the Sims TT First time writing smut lmk what u thinkkk ;) Also Tumblr being weird so hopefully this posts!

The death of my father wasn’t one I was not expecting. I mean sure, he was a nice dad, but he was never really there when I needed him. Instead of sitting around and complaining about him like I usually did I kept quiet this entire week. I was alone now and in an entirely new area with entirely new people. Arriving at the apartments was a bit overwhelming, to say the least.

The intense amount of traffic, high buildings, and busy streets were definitely sensory overload, but it didn’t matter because the view was absolutely phenomenal. Before Dad bit the bullet he did leave me a huge sum of money which allowed me to purchase my second ever apartment.

My last apartments did not compare to these newer ones, plus they were centered more in the city which meant I was now paying twice my old rent for this new apartment, but that’s what a trust fund is for, right? I didn’t have a lot to move, but it was still enough to fill up a small rented truck from the movers.

The hard part was now done! Was what I thought once all the boxes were moved into the apartment however, the organizing was actually going to cause me to jump off of this building through my beautiful window.

I went through the first few boxes with ease that was until I ran into my childhood things— yes I keep them in a separate box. Quietly I pulled stuffed animal after stuffed animal. Those didn’t hurt as much as the stuffed animal made in memory of my first late dog.

I couldn’t stop the tears from coming as I gripped the dog… Dick… oh how I missed that dog. His name wasn’t Dick that was the stuffed animals name, after the late Moby— who was my actual dog.

After a night of crying I had drag myself out of my makeshift bed made out of pillows and blankets because I was dumb enough not to buy an air mattress. This was the same job I had been working at previously.

Once I got home it was like feeling of dread washed over me. So, instead of cleaning and unpacking I found my self ordering Pizza. I’m not going to lie, I did pick up a few things but after I put up my landscape themed calendar I realized I forgot one big important thing.

A desk…

I rushed to grab my phone and open the Amazon app and after doing so typing up “desk” in the search engine. And after a minute of scrolling and biting my thumb nail I found the perfect one!

It had white drawers down the right side and a beautiful oak that would go well with the frame of the bed I had yet to put together. I sighed at the price, I guess left overs will have to do for dinner. It wasn’t that I was poor buuuut I spend a lot on the deposit for this place and I still had bills to pay and set up.

A couple of minutes later, still in my work clothes, I heard the doorbell ring. My tummy ached for the steamy and hot pepperoni pizza… there was a $5 deal…

I got up and walked to the front door. Out of habit, I looked through the peephole only to feel my mouth water at the sight…and smell. I opened the door wide open with a wide smile. After u paid for the pizza then sat down to eat said pizza, I packed it up and put it in the fridge this place came with.

“It came with all of the utilities,” my best friend I met at work asked. I sat the phone down on my makeshift bed before stripping to get into something more comfortable for bed, “Yes! And everything works—well I haven’t had to wash anything yet but we’ll see.”

I could hear my friend agree through the phone with a hum, “I suppose that’s why it’s so expensive.” I chuckled at her reasoning “Oh yeah, I’m definitely getting my pennies worth.” We talked a little while longer and she offered to come help since she knew someone in the area or in the same apartment but I told her it was fine.

Heading into work with a sore back was not ideal especially if you are standing all day which is not what I was doing exactly. The drive home was lengthier which meant I was more tired than usual. I almost had to pull over to take a quick nap, but I was on the highway so it wouldn’t even have worked out for me.

Once I made it home I was eager to shed off the clothing of running around delivering papers and sitting at a desk doing hand exercises so my hands wouldn’t cramp for how many emails I have to write.

Now left in my lazy but simple lacey lingerie I walked to the kitchen and pulled out a pizza and heated it up. My ears perked up at a notification going off from my phone on the counter. I grabbed it and was shown a picture of the box that contained my desk in it sitting beside my door.

I glanced at the time at the top left corner of my phone… 3:46 am… no one would be up at this time, right? I looked down at my body and waited for a couple of minutes to ensure the delivery guy was gone. I took a peak out the window and watched as his giant van of Amazon shit rode away.

I walked to the front door and opened it, the cool air of the hallway making the buds of my nipples perk up. I shivered and looked down at the box, it was quite big, but no match for me!

I tried to pull it from the side failing miserably so I opted to push it into my doorframe. I checked around the hall quickly, not spotting anyone I got behind the box and bent down to push the box forward. The grunts coming from my mouth covered the sound of a door opening right behind me.

I pushed my legs back and finally pushed the box fully in through the door of my apartment. I stood up straight and sighed placing a hand on my head because being lightheaded was enough for me. Still, I clearly wasn’t aware of the wide eyes of my neighbor right behind me who had been staring at my ass.

I turned to close the door and found myself face to face with my neighbor who stood in his own doorframe. My eyes widened and my ears started burning from embarrassment as I looked down to see what I was wearing.

I slammed the door shut and slumped against the door, my hands covering my face. If I wasn’t so caught up in the way I was dressed or feeling I would’ve noticed how handsome and hot my neighbor was.

Letting out a squeal of embarrassment I got up and just left the box in the entrance and went to grab my pizza that I had left in my microwave that was also provided.

Wanting to ignore whatever happened, I decided to turn in for the night and put my dish in the sink and padded my way to my bedroom with the bed still not made. Groaning out of frustration I took my place in the mess of the blankets and stuffed animals with a pillow or two.

Gojo

There was no way that happened, right? I’ve seen naked women all the time, but only as they present themselves. It’s been a minute since I’d seen someone naked not trying to impress anyone—or was she?

Taking a second to stop and bend over I looked at the watch on my hand,

4:20 am

Damn. I looked up and that’s when I felt it. The tightness in my joggers. This was going to be a long and uncomfortable run when all I could think about were her long and pretty legs. She looked like she smelt like lavender vanilla.

I groaned and began running once more around the city, the buildings never ending and the chatter and laughter never ceased. One girl— drunk no doubt—made eye contact with me. She was blonde, thin, and her tits we’re practically hanging out and when she turned and looked back at me my eyes shifted to her ass.

It was big, unnaturally so which made my mind travel back to her… when she bent over, the way her laced panties rode up the valley of her ass. The soft outline of her pussy, wonder what it would taste like?

Shit.

I had to come to a stop and fix my problem before it looked like I visibly pissed myself. “Hey,” I turn at the nasally voice behind me. I saw the way she looked at me up and down and letting my pride take over I smirked and glanced over her body for a second time.

She wasn’t with her friends this time which meant she sought me out in purpose. “Hey there,” she giggled at the dip in my voice, right on track. She offered for me to go back to her place just a block away, walking up to me and placing her hands on my biceps.

The walk there was mostly her talking about her friends and how much she hated them because she “knew” they were jealous of her. I didn’t really care and let her yap on, the hardness of my dick lessening as she spoke more and more.

As soon as we made it in her lips were on my neck and her hands were sliding under my shirt. Taking it off I forced her on her knees which made her grin up at me as she pulled the sweats I was wearing down.

Placing my hand on her head my mind went back to her… the way her h/c spread across her shoulders and the way her butt jiggled when she pushed the box through that door. The more I thought about her the closer I felt to cuming.

Y/n

“Ughh how long is this going to take,” I nearly pulled the hair out of my head in frustration. I was in the bathroom of my office and was currently trying to avoid the meeting. “You know no matter how hard you tug you won’t pull the boredom out of your head,” I turned to see my best friend smirking.

“Shoko, I feel like I’m going to die. I’m so under stimulated,” I practically whine and she just laughed and walked next to me. “Let’s go back, besides we get off in an hour and a half so this meeting shouldn’t last long,” her words naught some comfort to me as I sighed.

I pulled her in for a hug to which she returned, “What would I do without you,” I mumbled into her suit jacket backing her chuckle. “Let’s go out for drinks tonight, we both have the day off tomorrow in a long time,” she held me back from my shoulders.

Now that sounded amazing but I only sighed and felt myself visibly deflate, “I can’t, I still have a couple of things to unpack—“

“So come out when you’re done—“ Shoko interrupted making me frown even more, “I have to build a desk, Shoko.” Her face winced at that. The last time we both tried to build one it fell apart after we placed my computer in it, breaking to computer and the desk.

“How does tomorrow sound,” she spoke through her teeth cringing at the thought of building. I laugh at her suggestion and nodded. We both went back to the meeting and sat there for nearly two. More. Hours.

I know I needed the over time, but this was ridiculous. After another 30 minutes I looked at the clock to find it was 8:05pm. Then we were dismissed, the room filling with grumbles and mumbles of distain.

Once again, the ride home was long but out of sheer anger and annoyance I found myself eager to get home and build that damn desk so I can have fun tomorrow. Making in the building and to the elevator I sensed someone was standing beside me.

I glanced and nearly gasped at the sight of my handsome neighbor. The elevator dinged and we both made our way inside. The silence was deafening and the awkwardness was heavy. I shut my eyes so I wouldn’t have to see his face but was pulled out of my thoughts by his deep and soothing voice.

“I’m Satoru Gojo, haven’t had the pleasure of formally meeting you,” I opened an eye to look down and see he held his hand out. Then I looked up at his face and instinctively gripped his hand when the elevator shook.

“Y/n, it’s nice to meet you too…formally,” I wanted to shrink into a hole and die. His chuckle made my belly flutter and my chest tighten. The elevator dinged causing the both of us to let go of each others hand and get off.

We both walked side my side with each other, still in awkward silence. Stopping at our doors we stood there for a good minute not saying anything. I heard his mouth open as he was about to speak before I beat him to it, “Come inside?”

He nearly fell to his knees when he heard it.

“S-sorry,” his voice waived causing me to shake my head in embarrassment, “It’s okay if not, I understand it’s been a long day. I just wanted to welcome you into my new home as a friendly neighbor.” Was I stupid? Inviting a stranger— a man! Into my home.

I could practice at my dead dad screaming at the top of his lungs about me being stupid. “Sure,” his response caught me off guard. He was stuttering and mumbling just a second ago, now he’s running a hand through his hair and smirking?

I roll my eyes and we both walk into my home. I notice his eyes go to the box containing my desk on the floor as I try hard to ignore it. “It’s… not much and I’m still waiting to get a couple more pieces of furniture, but with my budget it’s gonna have to wait,” I gesture to the mostly blank living room and dinning area.

Really, the only places completely done were the bathrooms and the kitchen. I needed to set up my office and my bedroom. “It’s nice… cozy” he says looking around making me fake a laugh “haha,” this in turn causes him to laugh, a sound I never want to forget.

I walk to the fridge and open it, “I apologize, I don’t have much as far as food so I’ve just been eating takeout. Need to go grocery shopping by the end of this week,” I hear him hum in acknowledgment, “No it’s fine, I ate beforehand.”

A moment of awkward silence washes over us before he breaks it, “your desk.” What an odd thing to say. I look up at him in confusion. He’s standing on one side of the island while I stand on the other. I watch as he glances to the box in the entrance, “you still haven’t built you desk?”

I sigh in embarrassment, “N-no I haven’t really had the time.” I raise my hand to nervously scratch the back of my neck. The next words that come out of his mouth make my eyes light up, “I can build it for you. If you want?”

“Yes!” I answered a bit too quickly making his eyebrow raise. “I’m sorry I just—I’m no good at building and I asked my friend but she’s also not good at building,” he nods in understatement before he walks over to the box. “Where do you want it,” he asks picking up the box with ease making my jaw drop.

He walks over with the box in his hands, the veins in his hands and arms popping out making me gulp. “Sweetheart I’m gonna need you to use your words,” I look up at the words usually used for endearment. A faint blush rises to me cheeks as I point to an area in the living room.

“O-over there is—is uh fine,” I tell him and I hear the box run against his hair which meant he nodded in acknowledgement. Once he set it down he pulled out a pocket knife making me jump and he stabbed box open.

Who the hell carries a knife with them in the cit— that was a stupid thing to question. My eyes fall to his arms as he tolls his sleeves up, the oversized dress shirt accentuating the veins on his arms. Instinctively, my thighs clutch together as I watch from the kitchen island.

He grunts as he pulls out the large wooden plank causing me to bite my lip and he sets it up against the wall. Now all the pieces were out along the empty floor. He claps his hand together, “thank you for the build,” he speaks to no one.

Is he serious? Did he just turn a common eating phrase into a building phrase. Odd guy, I like him. I want him… “what do you think,” I was caught off guard once more by his panting and out of breath sentence.

Gulping I look to see that he’s done with the drawers, “I-it looks really good Gojo.” His smile grows wider, “call me Satoru!” I chuckle at his expression. Demon. How can someone so sexy speak so cutely.

Shifting my weight to my other leg I freeze at the sensation. I was wet… and it felt uncomfortable except for the fact that it was caused by Gojo. I took another glance and noticed his stance. He had one knee in the ground and the other balanced him out, foot placed firmly on the ground.

He didn’t look hard but boy, can eyes be deceiving. “Alright,” he spoke in a song making me giggle at him. He was sure adorable when he wanted to be. Was he done already? I can’t believe I was so in my head I didn’t even her him hammering or drilling the screws.

“I just need to place this on top and secure it then I’m all done,” he grinned at me and put his hand on the wood plank still being held up by the wall. Now that I had the chance, I glanced at his body full over. His hair was slightly disheveled and there were light traces of sweat coming down his forehead and neck.

Feeling embarrassed I let out gasp and walk to the cabinet with the cups and pull one out before placing it under the ice dispenser and changing it to dispense filtered water. Unaware of Gojo watching me and my form with an unfamiliar gaze.

Then I make my way over to him and notice the desk was now finished. “I couldn’t thank you enough, but here’s some water,” I tell him with a worried voice and shove the glass into his hands. His fingers grazed my as he walked closer to me.

I felt my breath hitch as I look up at the man who was now towering over me, “There might be a way—but ah~ I don’t wanna sound so sleezy,” I watch as he backs up slightly and his hand lightly shakes the back of his neck.

“N-no, not at all! Anything,” the tone in my voice unintentionally drops at the last word. His eyes narrow and then I feel his hands being placed on my hips. The water had been discarded and placed in the desk. At least it didn’t crumble under the pressure of water.

He brings one hand up and places it under my chin pulling me closer to his face as he leans down. “Let me taste you,” my thighs rub together at the raspyness of his voice. Noticing his eyes were now on my lips I let my gaze fall to his.

No way a man this beautiful with such beautiful lips had one of the most filthiest—in a good way— sentence come out of his mouth. I couldn’t take it, it felt like all night I was being teased so I gave in.

I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him into me, his lips puckered and pressed against mine. The kiss was heavy and needy. Just then, I felt the eagerness and desperation in the actions of his tongue. I let my mouth open slightly as his tongue slid inside.

His hands gripped my waist and turned me so my ass was pressed against the desk he had just built. He stops the kissing momentarily to speak, “let’s see how good this desk really is,” his voice sounded nearly like a purr.

I let out a soft hum in agreement as his hands slid down to the underside of my thighs, giving them a squeeze to signal to jump back onto the desk. As soon as I was on it he waisted no time placing his lustful lips all over my neck causing small moans to escape my mouth.

His hand made its way down to where I desperately needed him the most. Feeling me twitch beneath him, I could feel the smirk against my skin. That didn’t stop him from sucking my neck like a sex crazed teenager.

“Can I take this off of you baby,” he mumbled against the skin of my neck, the vibrations causing another moan to slip from my mouth. “Yes, please Gojo,” he didn’t like this. He ripped down the work pants I had on and the panties I was wearing as well.

“How many times will I have to keep saying it, say my name,” he almost sounded like a little kid having to give up their rights to their favorite toy. His hands were back on me as he pulled me closer to the edge of the desk rather harshly.

His hand also made its way back to my now unclothed center causing me to gasp. His eyes widened as he pulled back entirely and looked down then back up at me. The look on his face was one I’ll never forget.

He looked so genuinely happy and the way his eyes were wide with excitement made my heart and my pussy swell. He looked at me with pure adoration, something I rarely have done to me especially by men.

“Shit, is this all for me,” he beamed in excitement and when I nodded he fell to his knees at the sight in front of him. “It’s so pretty…” I felt the familiar heat rise in my cheeks, was I really embarrassed by his words?

My body tensed as he took two of his fingers and slid them down my labia, his way of teasing. I glanced down at him and he looked like he’d never seen pussy before making me slightly nervous. Then I felt it, the warm almost hot, thick, and wet muscle making contact with me.

He took his tongue and slid it from the base of my vagina all the way to the hood of my clit. I didn’t miss the way his tongue disappeared in between my folds and pussy lips. The sight making me more wet.

He looked up at me and I could see the clear but faintly white discoloration on his tongue before swallowing it in front of me, “oh you taste heavenly, just like I thought.” His hands were now hooked around my thighs as his tongue once again made contact with my pussy.

This time he licked around where I needed him the most causing me to squirm, “Satoru~,” he hummed at my whining, “Use your words sweetheart.” I couldn’t do this anymore, “Satoru eat me out already,” I begged causing him to chuckle lightly.

He wasted no time licking a stripe up all the way to my clit before wrapping his puffy lips around it. My hand flew straight to his beautiful head full of white hair. This only encouraged him to suck on my clit before releasing and placing a kiss on it before moving by down to lap at my entrance.

“S-Satoru,” I moaned out forcing my head back in pleasure. The hum of contempt send vibrations through my pussy causing my thighs to tighten around his head. He pushed forward and used his hands to spread my legs apart.

I looked down and the sight nearly made me cum on my own, Satoru's blue eyes were staring right up at me and instead of his wide ones, I was met with half lidded and dazed blue eyes. The tip of his nose was glistening under the living room light and his hair was moving as his head was shaking side to side with his tongue landing on my clit each time.

I forced my other hand onto his head in attempt to push him into me further. He showed no interest in backing away as he continued to suck and lap at my clit and folds. The ludicrous sounds echoed through the mostly empty apartment and the tightening in my belly pulled me back down to Satoru, “T-Toru..hng…I’m gonna cum—please, p-please let me cum.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” The vibrations from his sweet voice sent me over the edge as the grip on his hair only tightened and I attempted to push his head away so I wouldn’t be overstimulated, he however had other plans.

He retreated his lips from my throbbing clit with a pop and looked up at me as he inserted a finger through my hole. I gasped and looked down at him and he grinned at the sight of the flushed look on my face. “Toru,” I whined which only made him shush me, “Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna make you feel real good again, okay?”

I could only nod as I felt another finger join inside me. He smirked and began pushing them in and out at a steady pace making me gasp, “D-don’t stop, Toru,” he hummed in response and I felt the familiar warm lips wrap around my clit once more as the pace of his fingers sped up and began curling upwards inside of me.

I tried to mask the lewd moans coming out of my lips by placing my hands over my mouth. Another pop was heard and his lips were off of my and now frowning, “Don’t do that. Let the neighbors know how good I make you feel, scream if you have to,” he muttered the last part with a smirk before diving back in to lap at my pussy.

His words encouraged me to place the hand that was once over my mouth and into his head once again. Soon, I felt the feeling coming back again only this time, it nearly burned and caused my body to twitch against him. “T-Toru wait—there’s something—ah!”

I threw my head back as he pulled away slightly with an open mouth while his fingers continued to fuck me. The moans I let out sounded almost like screams of pleasure. Coming down from that high I looked down feeling my body and my legs trembling at Satoru.

His face was now covered in my juices and his hair was slightly damp. I blushed in embarrassment as his eyes looked up at me, sparkling. “I think I just came in my pants,” he admitted causing my eyes to widen as I spread my legs to look down.

Sure enough there was a stain in them, but it didn’t look like he was soft or getting softer. “If you’re alright with it, I don’t have a condom and I’d like to fuck the shit out of you,” my mouth gapped at his forwardness. After a couple of second of him smiling at me I spoke up, “Y-yes, I’m not on birth control and I’m clean so…”

His smile only grew, “I’m clean too!” Before I knew it, he was helping me take off my shirt and pulling his pants down along with his underwear. His eyes immediately flew to my chest and he lean forward to kiss the skin on my neck, littered with bruises now showing.

My eyes widened at his length. I had been with men, sure, but him? His dick was hard which caused it to stand up in the air with a slight curve upwards. It was lengthy just like he was—if I had to guess, 8 inches? He also had girth to him, it wasn’t huge but it was definitely big enough to hurt.

I felt his dick rub against my thigh as his lips trailed down to my chest. He reached an arm around to unclip the bra and pull it away. I could feel him twitch in excitement again as he watched my breasts fall free, the buds hardening at the coolness of the room.

I then felt his familiar wet and hard tongue drag around my nipple causing me to let out a soft moan and his eyes shot up to me. He smirked and used his other hand to pinch and roll the bud while his lips wrapped around the other causing my back to arch into him and his touch.

“T-Toru,” a hand flew to his head and ran from the nape of his neck to the top of his head and I felt him twitch against me again. “Hmm~” he moaned against me. “Please… please fuck me,” his eyes stayed on me and he lightly nibbled on my bud, then I felt him twitch against me again with his eyes closed.

Releasing my nipple with a pop he brought his hands to hook around my legs, spreading them apart as he bent his slightly to angle himself. The height of the desk was perfect for this exact reason.

I felt his warm tip trace up and down my slit causing me to whine, “Don’t tease Toru~ please…” he only grinned and lean forward to catch my lips in a kiss.

Then I felt it, he slowly entered inside of my causing my body to shift in slight discomfort. He groaned and wrapped an arm around my waist to pull me closer. Once he was in fully, bottoming me out, did he release the kiss.

“I knew you’d be mine the second I laid eyes on your pretty body,” the words would sound disgusting and rude if they weren’t coming from the most beautiful man known to man. That and his intentions. I bit my lip and earned him to move with my legs wrapped around him pushing him against me even closer.

He chuckled softly and lean forward to place one hand at the edge of the desk while his other held me up. I glanced down at the veins on his arms before pulling his face in for a kiss. He pulled out till his tip was almost out until he pushed back in causing me to moan against his lips.

After getting comfortable and him doing that a few times I whined, “Toru, faster,” he shook his head with a lopsided grin, “You’re such a baby.” I had no time to react to his words as he began to pick up the pace of his hips, snapping forward causing light screeches to come from the desk.

I moaned his name as I wrapped my arms around his neck the feeling of his cock throbbing in my pussy sending shivers through my body. He grunted and moaned in my face wrapping the hand that was holding me now placing it around the bottom of my chin. “Such a pretty pussy, you like that huh? I do~”

The sound of skin slapping echoed through the apartment as well as Satoru’s teases and praises. The grip under my chin releases and now he’s upright, pushing my legs back to fold and places them on his shoulders, not easing up on his thrusts.

The angle causes him to hit that spot causing the familiar feeling to bubble in my chest, “You gonna cum on my cock pretty girl?” He grinned and placed a hand on my pussy before rubbing side to side. I felt my back arch and my moans turned into squeals, “that’s right pretty girl, cum on my cock. You can do it, fuck…” he threw his head back increasing his pace in both his hips and fingers.

After a few seconds of thrashing around I feel myself tightening around him and releasing. His hips began stuttering but his hand didn’t stop and soon I felt the same other feeling flow through my body and the sounds of spurting fills the air, joining the symphony of lewd noises.

“Fuck!” I hear a shout from Satoru and he pulls out of my overstimulated pussy. I look down and watch as ropes of thick, hit, white cum shoots onto my pussy, belly, and the bottom of my chest. I take a moment to watch his body, he’s shuttering and shaking in pleasure. His eyes are glued onto my core as he releases.

After a minute of both of us panting and giggling, Satoru steals a kiss before hooking his arms around my legs pulling me into bridal style, walking me into my bedroom. “Where’s your bed,” he asks looking down at me. Shyly, I point to the big box on the other side of the room that had a 2d model of what the bed should look like.

He chuckled and shook his head before walking to the bathroom and placing me in the tub. The aftercare was amazing and dare I say hot. He had taken a bath with me and offered to have me sleepover at his place to which I was too tired to disagree.

So after we clean up and I give him a pair of oversized sweats that were a little too big on me, we made our way across the hall to his apartment. It looked exactly like mine in terms of the layout but the decoration was minimalist with hints of maximalist, in the bedroom was no different. I guess that’s how he knew my layout…

We both got into his king sized( obviously) bed and I felt his arms wrap around me to pull me close to him. “Satoru,” I call him name softly and he replies with a tired hum. “You thought about fucking me,” I question, bringing up a previous sentence he said. This made him burst out in a tired laughter causing my to pull back slightly and look up at him with a raised eyebrow.

“That’s what you took away from all that?”

“I forgot about it…”

[lolitakirstein]

Hey Neighbor part 14

A/N Thank you all for the continued support as I have been on hiatus due to some mental health issues. it means the world. As a thanks I'm posting this quick chapter. it's short, but I hope it whets your appetite a bit as I get back into writing more regularly.

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Chapter 14

“Are you sure you are alright?” Shiu repeats the question for the tenth time. And for the tenth time, you nod as you sit on your couch, nursing a glass of water he had offered you after you had come to.

Bits and pieces of what had led up to your collapse start to clear up in your mind: Connor coming to your house, seeming to wish to overpower you in some way with his words, Shiu aiming a gun at his head. Why Connor had come to your house, you still didn’t know. 

Shiu registers the confusion on your face, that you are lost in thought, and attempts to reel you back to reality. “I got your voicemail. I’m sorry I didn’t answer. I was on my way to the airport with Toji and I—”

“Is he here? Is he ok?” you blurt out, hoping that somehow Toji was still within the area. Safe.

“He’s on a business trip, dear. But he’s fine,” Shiu assures.

You slump your shoulder, disappointed. You wish he were here. Both for protection and support. You wish it could go back to what is what before this stupid letter got passed to you. Oblivious to the double life Toji–and your grandmother– were living, enjoying his company and Megumi’s sweet voice greeting you—

“Where’s Megumi?!” you gasp. You have been so entangled with your drama and Toji that you forgot about Megumi. You don’t remember seeing him the night before when Toji had come by and you don’t remember seeing him in the car this morning with him and Shiu. Dread shivers down your spine along with guilt. 

Shiu lifts a hand to settle you, “He is fine as well. Up at my estate within the community, doing his school work well, though he doesn’t like the other children there. Claims they aren’t fun and ‘clean’” He chuckles. “Living outside our network has turned him into a regular kid I guess.”

“You sound disappointed that he wants to be a normal kid,” you murmur.

“He wasn’t meant to be regular. He’s the son of one the most notorious assassins’ of the past 2 decades.” And there it was. That word: assassin . The deadly weight that comes with such a title causes you to cower more on the couch. 

“So you want him to…” you refuse to finish the sentence. To connect that sweet, innocent boy with such a harsh word. 

“It doesn’t matter what I want,” Shiu huffs a breath, a defeated look on his face. 

“What does Toji want?” 

He sighs and drags a hand down his face. “Toji wants him to be an ordinary child with an ordinary childhood and ordinary ambitions.”

“So? Seems like a safe and happy childhood”

“He would be safer within the Society walls.” Shiu snaps. 

“What the fuck is this society you all keep saying?” you snap back. “Are you running some sort of cult raising child killers?”

“The Society of Keres has been a home for some of the most infamous killers and spies in history. We are a family of honor and duty to carry on the bloodline.”

“Sounds like a cult.” you snark.

“We don’t rely on religion nor do we promise a glorious afterlife. It’s not something one can join or be recruited for. All of which a cult uses to amass its followers.” 

“Where does Toji fit it there? And my grandmother?” you pause as a more daunting question bubbles up. “Where the fuck do I fit into all of this?”

Shiu shakes his head, sighing, then joins you on the couch. “Might take a while.”

“I got time.” Finally, some answers. 

“In that case,” Shiu pops a cigarette into his mouth. “May I smoke?

10 cigarettes later, Shiu finally stubs out the last in his pack. The sun has fallen behind the trees, leaving the living room in a golden glow. 

“So, my grandmother left the Society and they killed my parents in return? Why did they never tell me? My dad at least? Did my mom ever know?” you couldn’t stop the onslaught of new questions. 

Shiu holds up his hands, signaling for you to slow down. “Your father ran away from the Society after he met your mother at 19. Both were desperate to run away from the Society. They escaped, hid, and had you. He sent letters to your grandmother and pictures. I assume it saddened her to be aging alone without her family. She fought to leave, attempting what she thought was a safer route and asking permission to resign, the high-ups warned her it was a betrayal, but she didn’t care. 

“Your parents were a unique pair. Your father excelled at executions while your mother was intelligent and could hack the most sophisticated computers and infiltrate security cameras in record time. With those strengths, they were able to reenter and retrieve your grandmother. She hid well,” he looks around the house, then sighs. “Sadly, as time went on and better methods of locating people came in, she was found, and as you know, after leaving here on Christmas they..--” 

You hold up your hand, “I get it.”

Not really. But the amount of information was becoming overwhelming. It all boiled down to 3 points.

Your parents had also belonged to this circus

Them along with your grandmother, escaped.

The death of your parents was in retaliation. 

“Why didn’t they just kill her?” you ask. 

 “They sent someone to do it, but—” Shiu looks at his clasped hands. Waiting for a beat before continuing. “As he said, he couldn’t kill someone that was like his own mother. He himself had lost his parents young, basically orphaned. Your grandmother took him in, taught him—”

“Wow, what a fucking saint,” you clip sarcastically. “Don’t start trying to make me feel sympathy for some bloodthirsty piece of shit sent to my grandmother's doorstep.”

“That bloodthirsty piece of shit has been protecting you ever since you moved in,” Shiu shouts. The sound echoed through the room. 

“Toji– he was,” you sputter as the realization finally hits you.

“Sent to kill your grandmother, yes.” he finishes.

[pempeeeperem]

Considering how Oswald ran the business it isn’t that shocking the building never got electricity installed.

As for the Post Cards they add better to the game then a simple email. Plus Oswald has that vibe of being the uncle who sends WAY to many postcards.

Right, I forgot the TV and Oswald's general shenanigans. Maybe he never had the money or he's somewhat old-fashioned.

So they got TV and lights (the bulbs on Roxanne's mirror do look like light bulbs). And whatever Luna has (computer screens?). Yet the heroes guild uses candles. It's a wild mix.

Hm... I can't think of anything fantasy-ish for how the TV work. I was going on a limp with the phone already. Maybe Rafta is just that new still? The town doesn't seem to even have a police (unless the hero guild is taking their place), because neither Roxanne nor Finn got jailed or even arrested. And because customers keep commenting how quickly the town grows. Infrastructure might still be a work in progress.

What was Rafta's backstory again? It's been just ~20 years since Maven's defeat (looking at Robin's age, he looks to be in his mid twenties), but even during (and before?) Maven's time people lived on the island. People lived on the island even though the fight caused contamination, I understood that the town was ok just don't venture further out without radiation tonics. Still, development wasn't much a topic I suppose, there were just too few people to get everything up and running especially if there were repairs to be done.

When Oswald ran the shop many people hadn't come yet and many things weren't yet established. My guess is he didn't run the shop for longer than five years and I'm being generous here (he did accumulate an insane amount of debt and that should take more than a mere year - I HOPE).

I guess you can go wild with the world building here. I wanted to go for something more fantasy-ish here, but I guess it's a fantasy setting with some modern influences. They might have gaming consoles, too, or toasters and probably coffee machines (since Luna recounts a lot of options that I'm not sure you could do without certain appliances).

Actually, this makes Sylvia's shop look even shoddier. Girl can't even have a light bulb. Well, she can argue that she's going for a certain aesthetic I guess...

[koushisbabie]

UWU I HONESTLY YOUR WORK SO MUCH this is my first time on this app so I don’t really know much about it ! Thank you for putting so much effort in every post ,can I request sugawara x reader (how he would react when you keep biting your lip out of anxiety until it bleed ,cause lately I have been doing it a lot

Sorry because my English is not very good anyway HAVE A GREAT DAY ❤️❤️

Oh my gosh I am so sorry I completely forgot I got this request. Thank you for requesting a fic, and thank you for the compliment, you are so sweet T_T Comments like this give me the motivation to write more and get more creative with my ideas. In saying that, I hope your anxiety and your lip biting has gotten better <3 I don't know if you're still active on here, but I've written a small drabble (it ended up long haha) here for you! I hope you like it <3

‘Yo, Suga!’

Suga’s head appears from behind the precariously stacked wall of books on the library table. ‘Yes?’

‘Geez, isn’t that overdoing it?’ Asahi chuckles, gesturing to the books.

‘Well, I guess so,’ Suga replies, ‘but exams are only a week away.’ He shuffles aside some of the haphazardly strewn books and papers and pens, giving Asahi and Daichi space to sit down.

‘Where’s Yn?’ Daichi asks, peering around.

‘She’s around,’ Suga replies, ‘I think she went to the bathroom…’

‘I’m right here!’ Yn pops their head around the shelves. ‘I’ve been looking for this damn book for twenty minutes now.’

‘Oh yeah, looks like a long read.’

‘Can’t be helped,’ Yn says, sitting down next to Suga. ‘Tuesday’s exam is going to kick my ass if I don’t absorb this entire book.’

‘Take it easy, Yn,’ Daichi says. ‘You look a little tired, have you been sleeping alright?’

Suga glances at Daichi, then at Yn.

‘Well, yeah, kind of,’ Yn replies, nudging Suga’s arm affectionately. ‘Usually after we call.’

‘Which reminds me, I need to send you the link to this video that explains chapter eight in a bit more detail,’ Suga says absentmindedly. ‘It’s forty five minutes long but there’s some good illustrations in it that highlight how complex–’

‘You guys seem busy,’ Asahi interjects politely. ‘We should be heading off, we’ll tell the others that you’re studying this afternoon.’

‘Oh no, it’s okay,’ Yn says, glancing at their phone. ‘I actually forgot I promised I’d be home to receive a package later.’

‘You’re leaving already?’

‘Sorry,’ Yn says, ‘I’ll call you tonight, though? We can go through the last of these notes together!’

‘Yeah, sure,’ Suga replies, squeezing Yn’s hand before turning back to his notes.

Yn hesitates, before gathering their things and disappearing between the aisles of books.

An awkward silence falls between the friends, before Daichi pipes up.

‘Hey, Suga, did you see how red Yn’s lips were?’

Suga looks up from his notes, his pen paused above the paper. ‘You noticed it, too?’

‘It wasn’t subtle…’ Asahi says, quietly. ‘To be honest, I think they had been bleeding.’

‘Bleeding?’ Suga’s face fills with shock. ‘I didn’t realise it was that bad. I thought it was just sunburn.’

Daichi and Asahi share a look.

‘Okay,’ Daichi says sternly. ‘I see what’s going on. You’re too focused on your studying, you’ve neglected Yn. Maybe you should put the books away and spend some quality time with them.’

‘What do you mean?’ Suga asks, a little hurt.

‘Daichi’s right… I think Yn is really stressed. A lot of lip biting is caused by anxiety… I haven’t seen it that bad before, and I’ve known them for years.’

Suga pauses thoughtfully. ‘You’re right. The books could wait.’

‘We just mean–’

‘I have an idea,’ Suga says, grinning. ‘Thank you for slapping some sense into me.’

Yn arrives home sweating and tired, the heavy books in their bag weighing painfully on their back. They abandon the bag in the hallway and head to the bathroom, the light soft against their skin. They peer at their lips, swollen like a blossoming red rose. The urge to bite is strong, the pain satisfying momentarily distracts them from the bubbling anxiety in their belly.

Exams were only a week away but with the high percentage of worth the marks carry, anxiety had been slithering throughout the schools hallways like a giant snake stalking its prey, following students home so they could not find respite, even in their beds.

A knock at the door sounds loud and urgent.

As Yn pulls the door open, Suga almost drops the stack of books in his arms and the bags at his elbows.

‘Oh, Yn!’ Suga grins. ‘Mind if I come in?’

‘Of course,’ Yn says, bewildered. ‘Let me help you.’

In the living room, Yn places the stack of books on the coffee table, wondering how Suga could manage getting through them all with practice almost every afternoon. Despite being as passionate about volleyball as the others, he could somehow find the time to study when he really wants to.

‘So,’ Yn says, falling into the crease of the soft couch, ‘what brought you here?’

Suga glances at them, his mouth in a small frown, the creases between his brows knitted. ‘Look,’ he begins, ‘I have noticed that you’ve been a little… out of sorts, lately.’

Yn frowns, fidgeting in their lap with their fingers.

‘I don’t want you to ever feel like you’re less than beautiful, by the way!’ Suga says quickly, placing his hands on either side of Yn’s face.

Yn’s cheeks begin to flush. ‘What do you mean?’ They squeak.

Suga hesitates. ‘You’re doing it right now –’ Suga pauses, pointing at Yn’s lips, ‘you’re biting your lip too much!’

Yn swallows hard. ‘Oh. I hoped you wouldn’t notice.’

Suga smiles softly. ‘It took me a few moments to really see it.’ He hesitates. ‘I was too focused on studying, when I should have been looking out for you. I’m sorry.’

‘No, it’s okay!’ Yn blushes. ‘You’re here now! And it’s just anxiety, I mean, it’s always there, what can you do?’

‘Well…’ Suga says, turning to the coffee table. ‘I’m not sure if any of this will help, but I wanted to make up for not being one hundred percent there for you when you’re anxious.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘These are just some small gifts,’ Suga says. He opens the thick paper bags, revealing a fluffy blanket, a few lip balms, a small box of tea, a journal, and all of Yn’s favourite snacks. ‘I know it’s not much, and it can’t fix your anxieties completely, BUT I do think that tea will help, and maybe you can journal some of your worries and one of these lip balms is good for deterring lip biting, I think,’ Suga says quickly. ‘And of course, the blanket is for when it gets cooler and we can play games or something, together.’

A comfortable silence fills the room. Yn processes the gesture slowly, their eyes welling, their chest swelling with butterflies.

‘Oh no,’ Suga says, pulling Yn into a hug, pressing them to his chest. ‘I’m sorry, was it too much?’

Yn breathes in his scent, the clean soapy smell mixed with the day’s activities. Familiarity and safety is how Yn would describe Suga and his hugs, the gesture alone could deter them from the worries that plagued their mind.

‘This is too nice,’ Yn murmurs. ‘It’s just a bitten lip, why are you doing so much over that?’

‘Well, I don’t know what’s going on in the background – I’d like to,’ he says quietly. ‘I’d like to sit here and listen to you talk about what’s worrying you, if you’d let me. You never have to, if you aren't comfortable, but I’m always here.’

‘I get it now,’ Yn says, sniffling. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t want to bother you because I know you’ve been busy too. Exam season gets us all, doesn’t it?’

Suga laughs. ‘It does, but it’s my job to also look after you.’

‘Does it bother you?’ Yn asks quietly. ‘My lips…’

‘Well, it looks a little painful,’ Suga replies. ‘I’d hate for you to endure the pain or get an infection. That’s why I picked up the lip balm specifically for healing lips,’ he says, reading the back of the lip balm.

Yn curls into the crook of Suga’s arm, peering at the lip balm. Suga takes Yn’s chin, and tilts their head upward, gently applying the lip balm to their lips. The cooling sensation spreads over their lips like a lovely cool breeze. ‘It feels pretty good so far, thank you. Thank you for this. I never expect you to do anything for me, but this has made me feel a lot better – just knowing you care. That you’re here for me. Thank you.’

Suga smiles warmly, squeezing Yn against his chest. ‘If none of this helps you feel less anxious, I’ll just have to squish the anxieties out of you!’

‘Well,’ Yn squeaks, ‘I wouldn’t mind the cuddles!’

[fuyuzumis]

Mugenro to Nemurenu Chou Main Story Prologue: Chapter 9

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Gashadokuro: Whether you're a demon or human, as long as you’re a guest led here by Mugenrō’s special incense— 

Gashadokuro: I’ll make sure that all butterflies are thoroughly guided through Mugenrō! 

Yumeka: … Special incense? 

(Is he referring to the one I lit before bed?)

Gashadokuro: Yes! 

Starting from a while ago, he explained various things in detail, and finally ended with an energetic affirmation. 

Gashadokuro: Right this way, please! Don’t worry, this is nothing like those stories humans read where demons go “rawrrrr let’s eat the human—!”. 

Gashadokuro: Even if something does happen, I’ll be there! So you can be rest assured about that. Ah, speaking of humans…— 

Yumeka: Ah, hang on a second! I wasn’t asking for a tour, I…! 

Before I could finish, Gasha was already heading toward the building. 

(... Well, I guess this is just how dreams work. Maybe it’d be better if I enjoy it while it lasts.) 

(I’m finally asleep, and… I don't really want to wake up right now.)

Pushing aside the frustration of things not going the way I wanted, I hurried after Gasha. 

…

Once we entered the building, Gasha walked toward what looked like a reception desk. 

Gashadokuro: Oh! I almost forgot to ask you the most important question. What’s your name?

Yumeka: It’s Yumeka. 

Gashadokuro: That’s a wonderful name. I’ve memorised it already! 

He said it with such a huge smile that it tickled something deep inside my heart.

(He’s going on and on about demons and skeletons, but Gasha-kun’s actually kind of adorable.)

Gashadokuro: Now let's jump straight to business, Yumeka-san. Mugenrō has its finest male courtesans lined up just for you tonight. 

Yumeka: Male courtesans…? Oh, right, you did say this was a pleasure district.

(... This is one very wild dream.) 

At the mention of male courtesans in a pleasure district, there was only one thing that came to mind.

Yumeka: Oh, umm, but uhh… even though this is just a dream, uhhhh…

Just imagining myself being made love to by someone caused my face to flush with embarrassment. 

Gashadokuro: Oh, right. Silly me! It’s your first time here, so I should’ve introduced each courtesans to you. 

(This kid really doesn't listen.) 

I smiled wryly on the inside, but strangely, it didn't feel so bad. 

At this point, I decided I might as well go with the flow. As soon as I made up my mind, Gasha pulled out an old paper book. 

(Wow.)

When he flipped it open, I saw rows of drop-dead gorgeous men on the pages. It appeared to be some sort of catalogue. 

Gashadokuro: These are the courtesans who will be your companions for tonight. I’m sure it’ll be a night to remember! 

Yumeka: Are these people… courtesans?

Gashadokuro: Yes! My personal recommendation would be…— 

[not-goldy]

i was the one who wrote the post about jk choosing/proritising his 97 liner friends over jimin. i guess i was harsh with my wording and i think it was caused because of the lack of jikook in a way (sounds stupid i know) we dont know how much time is left before all remaining four members enlist in the military (they would enlist this year itself, that much is clear) and there's a chance jimin would leave soon seeing most of his schedule is done (that we know of) and i was expecting a jikook live before the torturous two years we'll have to go through without them but i dont really see any chance of that happening now. jk also has music bank on jm's birthday and we know its a really tiring event and it can take a full day to get done with the whole thing, so chances of jk and jm interactions are again very slim.i think i just miss them and desperately wanted to see them. i know just because we dont see them doesn't mean they dont interact off cam but i wanted to see them on a live or tiktok or something. so seeing jungkook make tiktoks with that mingyu during both seven and 3d era just...ruffled my feathers in a way. also saw a lot of 'gyukookers' on my tl so yea that was annoying as well. i kinda assumed jm won't be in the live as it was a post-album announcement live, but still...

so yea, knowing that jungkook won't be much active on jm's b'day and not getting the oct 4th live as well kinda saddened me. does not excuse my behaviour but that's what happened.

Thanks for being real and for being honest.

I think you are human in every sense of the word so I can't be too hard on you or even hold you to it. We've all been there. I know exactly how painful and frustrating it can be. But I'm here for you okay?

I would be that person to bring you back to reality and keep you grounded when you drift, I will call you out if I have to and I will point out the errors of your ways and it would almost always be out of love- if I however sense you actually hate any of our captains I'll deep fry your titties, lace them with acid and spoon feed them to you🤧

You can dm me anytime with any grievances you have and I'll listen. Or just tag your asks with rants and I'll know how to respond without putting a target on your back.

I wish we have a jikook live too.

I wish they release the seven tiktok challenge they filmed on the boat.

I wish Jimin has a happy birthday and not feel unloved or cared for or that he matters to those that matters to him the most.

And I feel Jungkook had to keep repeating he'd be busy on the 13th so we don't make a huge deal out of it if we don't see him around that day.

Sometimes I know they feel they are in a three way relationship with us where we are the pets and children they didn't ask for but have living in their basement.

They don't just have to care for eachother they have to care not to bruise us too. It's a complex symbiotic parasocial relationship dynamic we have with them.

We care and sometimes they care that we care. But that's not fair to them.

We are the kids who keep complaining daddy forgot mommy's birthday. Daddy was seen with female in his car. Daddy came home late. Daddy forgot to take the trash out. Daddy yelled at mommy. Daddy didn't eat mommy's meal. She worked so hard to make him his dinner. Daddy doesn't love mommy. Daddy is a fuckboy. It's almost as if we want to date mommy ourselves and nothing daddy does pleases us.

If it were a horror movie we'd be the changeling they'd be running away from🥲

It is well with us. Love you okay?

[achoshistor]

[ff7cc] is this symbolistic?

ff7cc SPOILER until like ch 6 (but really a ffvii spoiler bc thats the only reason how i know what happens next)

i need to WRITE WRITE WRITE. every essay i write now sounds like garbage to me. same with music tbh i havent played a full song in over two years now and its honestly kind of sad but i have no motivation. it feels like my fingers dont work like they did before and im too easy to give up on things bc i literally made it through the first time so it should be easier the second time but im lowkey really busy (100% procrastinating on calc) but im like whatever i need to get it all out of my head. im really shocked people read the last brainrot post like wow people are really seeing whats going on in here.

anyways ive been listening to the cc(r) ost while studying (around up to right before nibelheim because i want to make a flower wagon for my beautiful queen Aerith (i dont get the hate? madame M calling her homely like WHO's homley? wait lmfaoo off topic but why was cloud whimpering and moaning during the scene i had to take my headphones off cause i couldnt take it anymore...)) i should start a medium account and write like those pretentious tech bros that say things like "college is for LOSERS!" (ur going to a top school for cs?) (i didn't really like that guy cause he was lowkey weird too) but i think it'd be really funny. lowkey i forgot where i was going with this because the parenthesis reminded me of the chain rule which reminded me of that guy but anyways back to the main point...

I usually listen to game osts when studying (lie im listening to deftones right now) but the track "True Motives" (ill link it somewhere here) when genesis and angeal beat up sephiroth lowkey got me thinking during calc practice... like theres three instruments (piano cello violin) and its got a call and response format but its like all three are doing that (i told you i havent touched anything music related in a long while LOL sorry if the terminology is wrong). in the cutscene we start out with sephiroth with the violin and then like half a second later we get the piano take the upper with the cello playing the secondary melody? but the violin immediately kicks in... TBH i wonder then since im assuming sephiroth is the in between since hes "still around"—i dunno what happened to angeal—im at the point where ive killed the angeal creature but zach mentions him being possibly around and im assuming genesis is a total goner cause hes not around for anything else afaik (or he might im not that well versed in ffvii canon) and angeal reminded me a little too much of sonon so im gonna assume hes dead. as we know violin = treble cello = bass piano = both so i guess genesis = violin and angeal = cello just cause they seem like that to me. right when sephiroth pushes angeal back and genesis is about to go crazy the piano and violin lowkey come in and cello is just playing the bass notes for tha chords and the last half is lowkey just piano and violin plus a little cello right before angeal tries to stop genesis and gets thrown off into the junon sea or whatever u call it (i lost the submarine mini game in vii and i had to look up help and every tutorial was like " youre a total IDIOT if you failed this..."). maybe this is a whole lot of nothing and im just mkaing things up.

anyways thats enough for today i think. thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[robatheproblemsolver]

happy Halloween, Roba. What are you, Horace and Alfe doing tonight?

Sorry for being late, but this is what went down!!!

.The day before (30th October) we all remembered it was Halloween the next day, and we STILL didn't have costumes! We were all quite forgetful this year, unfortunately.

. Though, Horace remembered there was a costume store 10 minutes away (thank dog!!!) and the three of us ran straight there. We all thought this would go smoothly. Go in, get 3 costumes, then get out. But nope. Alfe CRASHED into the store with desperation to find a costume for himself. Clothes were tossed onto the ground, decorations kicked over and broken,etc. Of course we got kicked out.

. How did me and Horace also get kicked out however you may ask? Well we both happened to be in the store at the time of Alfe's immature destruction, and our struggling to get him to calm down and behave in the shop also caused damage to the shop (crashing into things and stuff)

. In the end, I just gave up and looked into an old clothes box of ours hidden in a supply room whilst Alfe sat on the couch in the living room pouting with his arms crossed and Horace was on the phone, apologizing to the costume store's manager. To my surprise, I found some things that could possibly work as last minute costumes!!! :D

. I doubted the clothing I'd picked out would be perfect outfits for Halloween to Alfe and Horace, but to my surprise... THEY LOVED IT!

.My costume: Digital prince

. Horace's costume: Fry from futurama

. Alfe's costume: Superhero

Forgot to mention!!! On the way to the costume shop earlier, Horace spotted a flyer for a Halloween party nearby. So if you're wondering why we didn't buy candy for trick or treaters, that's why. We simply wouldn't have had time to hand out the sweets when we're busy dancing like crazy at a halloween party, right? LOL!

Geez, long post right? I guess I had more motivation to yap on here this time! :O

Burnout is a weird thing :P

[slowlystupendousdelusion]

So it seems I forgot to post my 2024 musical round up of the year (lol) so no time like the present I guess

1. Guys & Dolls - Bridge Theatre

This was the first musical I'd seen after my theatre hiatus, and I think it made me a little complacent. The quality of this production was impeccable, (amazing choreography, great voices) but I'm not sure I appreciated it at the time. I was not that familiar with Guys & Dolls (I must have seen bits of it at Christmas etc) and I had sort of written it off as a bit old timey, but it's such a fun show and I really enjoyed. It was also my first time at the Bridge Theatre, which is in the round. I was sat at the back of the stalls and the view was good. The stage blocks raise up and down, which makes for interesting staging but I suspect the immersive standing tickets they were selling might have actually been less immersive than regular seated tickets from the amount of shepherding of the crowd that was required.

2. Kiss Me Kate - Barbican

This was much less polished than Guys and Dolls, but I still enjoyed it. The Barbican makes me want to go and shake whoever designed the theatre because they have those little railings on every row which are too far away to lean on but which manage to block the view. Idk whether this is because I'm shorter but honestly I feel like every seat in there has this mildly annoying impediment? Anyway, Brush Up Your Shakespeare might be my absolute favourite musical number cause I'm a sucker for a pun and more than makes up for the stupid plot Plus, I got another Doctor Who crossed off my list.

3. Kathy & Stella Solve a Murder - Ambassador

This was my sister's choice and she hated it. I think she's being a tad unfair. (Although I do think this is a problem with releasing trailers - if you put all the best bits in it, the audience will be left vaguely disappointed). I thought it was a fun little story, very current, and the characters felt very real - we've all met a Kathy and Stella and the costumes conveyed their personalities to a tee before they even spoke. The songs were fine but not particularly memorable, which I guess is a bit of a sin for a musical. The other problem is so many things are doing similar stories ATM (OMitB comes to mind) you can't help but make comparisons. In contrast to the Barbican I feel like there isn't a bad seat in the Ambassador Theatre. We were sat on the balcony and the rake was good so no heads in the way. (I suppose the view could be crap from the back of the stalls for all I know?!)

4. A Chorus Line - New Theatre, Cardiff

I saw a touring production of this on a whim. I'm glad I knew the basic synopsis before going in or I think I might have enjoyed it less waiting for something to happen. It was fine. I liked the pyrotechnics at the end. My other observation with this is I felt more judged going alone here than in London, but maybe I'm overthinking it.

5. Hadestown - Lyric

Um, okay, so I know everyone loves this and don't hate me but I was kind of disappointed. Some of this was definitely my fault; if you see cheap tickets and it's up in the Gods I just don't think it's worth it. You might as well be sat in a different theatre altogether and looking through a telescope through a window. The stage is about the size of a postage stamp from here. Also, I don't know if I just had bad luck on the day I went but there were so many people scrolling their phones and chatting throughout, so this impacted my enjoyment somewhat. Anyway, I liked the music but I was struggling to care for the relationship between Orpheus and Eurydice. Yeah, leave him girl, you're working your ass off and he's too busy mucking around on his lyre to pay any attention to you? I wonder if the fact that a lot of the songs are in third person lessens your investment in them as a couple? Idk. It just didn't hit for me. I did love (what I could see of) the underworld set and the lighting for Wait For Me. As an aside, I saw this with my sister, and I went to hold her hand for the end bit before Orpheus looks back, and she pushed it away and hissed at me to stop being so melodramatic and ofc they're not going to separate them and this is how I found out my sister did not know the myth. (I just had to stare back at her with wide eyes because I couldn't really hiss back a response)

6. Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812 - Donmar

This is really difficult to write about because I'm still not sure how I feel about it. (I know this is another really popular one, I'm sorry!) I went into this one cold as well, I'm debating this as an approach for musicals because I think the soundtrack has grown on me following further listens. I think it suffers a bit because I don't think you're walking out of the theatre humming a particular song? The prologue is probably the catchiest, but that's not going to be in your head as you leave? I guess the other issue I have is that pretty much all the characters are pricks, which I suppose isn't a problem per se, but it is nice to have someone to root for. I didn't mind the more modern/industrial setting, and the giant pink bear being used to hit home Natasha's youthfulness was fun. I thought all the cast were good, but Maimuna Memon was a standout for me; she has a really lovely tone of voice.

[My original 2024 theatre round up is here.]

[artofapeach]

PAIMON’S NOT A BAD FATHER

//Helluva Boss spoilers below

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I have seen TOO many posts that lump Paimon and Cash Buckzo as both terrible fathers and I was just gonna let it slide, but I just woke up and hyperfixation’s a bitch, so let’s write an essay instead >:D

Join me as I go through the ways Paimon treats Stolas and show that he’s NOT a bad father (though not a good one either)

START!

“Ah, there is my little…” *whispers to butler* “which son is this one?”

He forgot his son’s name. Yeah, that’s not great. But according to him “there’s so fucking many”. Honestly, if he had anymore than two kids, that’s too many. My mom has four kids and calls me the wrong name all the time. At least he bothered to ask his butler for the right name, instead of just saying something close to Stolas, or avoiding saying Stolas’ name all together!

“Oh, that’s an ugly noise, son. Here, how about you cease this bitch crying?” *Stolas continues to cry* “That usually works :(“

*a moment to laugh cause Paimon really sounds upset and confused that this didn’t work*

Okay, this one’s not great. I have no defense for this one. He should not be talking like that with his kids and calling them “ugly” and such. But again! Paimon legit is confused and upset that Stolas didn’t stop crying after he said. He’s confused and in a small moment of panic. “He’s still crying? What do I do now???”

I honestly suspect that Paimon is in a very high position and is pretty busy, thus doesn’t have much time to learn the proper way to talk to kids.

“Would you like it if I took you to the circus in town? Children enjoy the circus, right?”

Further proof that he doesn’t really spend much time with kids!! He’s just going by what he hears. Plus, he could have easily said “too bad, you have to do this, get over it” and gone about his day. Instead, he genuinely tried to think of a way to make Stolas feel better, even if it was through distraction. We know where Stolas gets his parenting skills from.

*attends circus through magic mirror*

He went to the circus with his son! Like, he could have just sent Stolas to the circus with his butler and been done with it. But he actually attended it as well!

It IS through mirror magic, which is strange, but we don’t know how great his position is yet! Maybe he had to work at the same time, but still wants to cut out a moment for his son. Maybe it’s for protection. Maybe he’s agoraphobic. Maybe he REALLY didn’t want to smell the poor. He still tried to attend!

*the curious eyebrow while Stolas talks about Blitzø*

First of all, he’s genuinely listening to his son. That’s a lot more than I can say for a lot of parents, fictional or otherwise! He noticed his son liked Blitzø and was happy, which leads to our next parental action.

*fucking buys a fucking child for a day*

Genuinely went to buy Blitzø?? For his son???? Technically not all that great morally wise, but it’s the thought that counts, I guess?????

“It’s his birthday. He’s so sad and I don’t want to deal with him.”

YOU DONT HAVE TO. YOU HAVE A BUTLER. IT WAS YOU WHO SUGGESTED THE CIRCUS AND MADE AN ATTEMPT TO ATTEND THROUGH MIRROR MAGIC. YOU COULD HAVE JUST IGNORED HIM AND WENT ABOUT YOUR DAY.

Seriously, I’m getting the vibes that Paimon either isn’t great at conversation or isn’t great getting his emotions across (toxic masculinity, yay!). I’m reading “I don’t want to deal with him” as “I don’t want to stress about my son being sad, especially on his birthday”.

“Fizzarolli would be pretty expensive.” “No, the other one.” “Blitzø?” “Correct!”

I genuinely let out a sigh of relief at this part! I was worried that this would have revealed that Paimon had not been listening to his son and would just get what he thinks kids like.

But no! He paid attention! He realized that even though Fizz is the popular one, Stolas wanted Blitzø! So he made sure to get that one.

*hits Stolas* “Don’t bow to that one! He bows to us, idiot.”

I have no defense for this one either. This is definitely a bad moment for him. You don’t hit kids. You don’t call kids idiots. I get that he’s trying to teach Stolas the proper way to address and be addressed based on social standing, but there are better ways to do it.

“I’m so good at daddying!”

Okay, I get that this is a joke because he literally just hit his son! But at the same time, he wouldn’t have said this unless he actually wanted to be a good daddy! He’s trying! He doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he’s trying! He wants a good grade in parenting, which is normal to want and possible to achieve!

Annnnnnd I think that’s all that Paimon is in for the episode. Again, not really father of the year, but he is NOT the same as Cash Buckzo, who easily sold Blitzø for five bucks while Fizz would have been expensive. And compared to how dads in royalty or government are usually portrayed, I was pleasantly surprised! Paimon cares for his boy and he’s trying so hard 🥺

[dumpsterlmao]

something urgent - kohaku oukawa

summary - you approached kohaku to tell him about an urgent notice. he may or may have almost believed that he got into trouble but that was just all just false.

genre - fluff and swearing ahead lol

a/n: long time no post but yayyy, i'm now back to writing!! 🥰<33 more of my enstars fics will be posted soon!

you were just on your way downstairs to grab a cup of water and maybe take a break by eating a snack. you took a seat by yourself and drank your water bottle. kohaku notices you sitting at a table by yourself. he glances at you for a second until his bandmates came to break his silence.

"what's got you staring like that, huh?" rinne asks letting out a snickered laugh to which kohaku rolled his eyes in response. "or did your brain stopped working for a second?" kohaku ignored his question. "hm, you seem to be staring at mc over there." himeru guesses. "aww, kohaku has a crush on mc?" niki adds in. kohaku looks at him with embarassment as his cheeks were already colored red. "no, i fucking don't."

kohaku's reaction made the three boys let out a laugh. you heard a noise of laughter right at at crazy:b's table. they were in their usual mood as always, but you didn't expect himeru to be full into energy. as you noticed kohaku, you then remember about the urgent schedule that you were suppose to inform him. yet you hadn't since you were too busy completing other works.

you stood up from your table to approach him. kohaku noticed foosteps towards him and he had a surprised reaction upon seeing you. he didn't expect you to appear so suddenly. rinne kept holding in his laughter, on the verge to blurt out kohaku's silly crush on you, but niki nudged his shoulder a couple times to avoid him from doing that. "stop punching my arm you stupid fuck." niki yelped in pain from his punch. "but i'll let it slide since kohaku-" himeru proceeds to cover his loud mouth. "are you done fuckin' around? you forgot that mc is here." kohaku glares at rinne.

you glanced to your watch and realised that your breaktime was almost over. you needed to get things done. "kohaku." you patted on his shoulder. "i'm gonna need you around the next hour for something urgent." kohaku nods at your reminder. rinne notices the tone of your voice sounding very serious. "oooh, is it because this little shit here did something wrong?" he lets out a laugh.

"OW!-" rinne harshly places his hand onto kohaku's shoulder. kohaku already had the urge to punch his face at this time. "no, it's something else that i would rather not prefer to disclose." you stated. "alright, i'll be there." kohaku answers. you nodded back at his response.

it was now time for you to leave to go on with your business. "that's all i have to remind, see you later kohaku and please be present." kohaku was still confused but he goes on with your saying. "rinne seems to be right, himeru also assumes that you might have did something wrong." himeru says.

"ah, way to go to ruin your first move." niki commented. "it's okay, there's still plenty of chicks waitin' for ya kohaku. HAHAHAHA!" rinne teases the poor boy. "shut the fuck up." kohaku blatanly said. "even if i did something wrong to upset mc, then i'll just resolve it." he added. "look at you acting so confident, it's hilarious to hear the things you would do to please them." rinne teases him once again. "but let's not forget that you most likely did cause trouble for mc." niki remembers to which kohaku answered, "mc hasn't said shit yet. don't go into conclusions already."

the three boys continued to tease kohaku as a joke that he got scolded by you. "oooohhh, busted." niki lets out a laugh. "goodluck with mc kohaku, maybe you won't make it out alive but who knows!" and with that, rinne was never to be heard after that sentence.