#and without exploding his own life every few months

[favefandomimagines]

Baby On Board (f.l)

Summary: Y/N is seven months pregnant and Frank is a nightmare

AN: I’m on a role with these Frank fics lol a request similar to this came through anonymously where there were multiple kiddos but I was thinking of maybe making each pregnancy its own story??? What do we think?

The ER didn’t stop—not for holidays, not for sleep, and definitely not for pregnancies.

Dr. Y/N Y/L/N knew that better than anyone.

At seven months pregnant, she still had her badge clipped to her scrub top, and stethoscope around her neck like she was still on month one.

The only real sign of slowing down came in the form of a tiny foot kicking her ribs every few hours, and the way her husband, Dr. Frank Langdon, treated her like she was wrapped in glass.

“Okay, tell me you’ve eaten something,” Frank said, appearing beside her at the nurse’s station. He had a sixth sense when it came to her whereabouts. He’d sniff her out like a bloodhound when he thought she’d gone too long without food or a break.

She gave him a tired smile, holding up half a granola bar like it was a gourmet meal. “I’m pacing myself.”

Frank squinted at it like it offended him. “That’s bird food. You need protein.”

“Frank, I’m fine.”

“You’re growing an entire person. ‘Fine’ is not good enough.” He reached into the pocket of his jacket and handed her a container of sliced apples and peanut butter. “From the cafeteria. It’s not garbage, I checked.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you married me anyway,” he grinned.

Y/N took a bite despite herself. “Only because you told me I had the best laparoscopic technique you’d ever seen.”

Frank leaned closer, voice dipping. “It was a sexy suture job. Changed my life.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled anyway. Frank Langdon was a walking contradiction—brilliant and serious when it came to medicine, but a complete puddle around her.

Ever since they’d found out about the baby, he’d been obsessed. With ultrasounds. With vitamins. With keeping her off anything remotely resembling a stressful case.

“You promised you’d only take consults today,” he reminded her, brushing a hand over the swell of her stomach. “No trauma. No GSWs. No knifed bar brawlers. Baby Langdon doesn’t need to hear screams yet.”

“Frank,” she said with a warning look.

“Y/N,” he said back, smiling but not backing down. “Let me be annoying. It’s my love language.”

By midafternoon, the ER was humming like it always did—a steady, chaotic rhythm of stretchers rolling, pages beeping, and voices shouting. Y/N had been reviewing a consult for a gallbladder patient when the overhead pager crackled to life.

“GSW incoming, ETA four minutes.”

The attending was in surgery. Frank was in another trauma bay. The only other senior resident was handling an incoming stroke in CT.

Which meant Y/N was the only one left.

She stood up instinctively, even as a nurse gave her a hesitant look. “Dr. Y/L/N, should I page someone else?”

“There’s no one else,” she said, already reaching for a gown and gloves. “Page the OR. Let them know we might need a room fast.”

“Are you sure—?”

“I’ve got it.”

The trauma bay exploded into motion the second the paramedics wheeled him in.

“Thirty-five-year-old male, GSW to the left abdomen, hypotensive in the field, unresponsive to fluids. GCS 9.”

Y/N was already in position. “Let’s go. Two large-bore IVs, type and cross, hang O-neg now. Get the FAST scan ready.”

The team scrambled. She barked orders while the tech applied the ultrasound probe to the man’s abdomen. Blood everywhere. Vitals crashing.

“He’s bleeding out,” someone said.

“Get me a thoracotomy tray,” Y/N called, pushing harder on the man’s belly. “We’re opening him up here if we have to.”

Her belly pressed into the stretcher as she leaned closer, hands slick with blood, the baby inside her shifting as if aware of the chaos around them.

“Pressure’s bottoming out—”

“He’s tamponading,” Y/N said. “OR now. We need to move.”

They barely stabilized him with a rapid transfusion before wheeling him up. Her gown was soaked in blood. She stripped it off as they rolled the patient away, rubbing at a red streak on her gown as she stepped out of Trauma 3.

And ran straight into Frank.

“Y/N!”

His voice was like a whip crack. She looked up just in time to see him sprinting down the hallway, his eyes wide with panic.

“What the hell happened? Why are you covered in blood? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she said, holding up her hands, even as he reached out and started patting her down like he was checking for wounds. “Frank, I’m fine. It’s not mine.”

“You weren’t supposed to take any trauma calls!”

“There was no one else, Frank.”

He stared at her, face pale, then looked down at the stain on her trauma gown, the crimson gloves in her hand, and the sheen of sweat on her forehead.

“You’re seven months pregnant. You can’t be in there opening chests—”

“I didn’t open his chest. I stabilized him. Got him to the OR. The patient’s alive, Frank.”

He opened his mouth, then closed it. For a second, he just looked at her—at the way she was standing tall, composed, despite the blood and exhaustion.

“You scared the hell out of me.”

She softened as she took the gown and gloves off. “I know.”

“I thought—” he stopped, swallowing hard. “I thought something happened. That someone didn’t notice you were pregnant and shoved you into a wall or—”

She stepped forward and touched his arm. “I’m still capable. Pregnancy didn’t erase my training.”

Frank pulled her into his arms anyway, holding her like he needed to convince himself she was real.

“You’re not a porcelain doll,” he mumbled into her hair. “I know that. But I—God, I just want you both safe.”

“I am safe,” she murmured. “Because I’m trained. Because I trust my judgment. And because I have a husband who follows me around with apples and prenatal vitamins.”

He let out a weak laugh, still holding her.

Later that night, after the trauma bay was clean and the adrenaline had drained from both of them, Frank found her in the break room. She was sitting on the couch, one hand on her stomach, eyes closed.

“You’re not gonna get away with that again, you know,” he said gently.

Y/N opened one eye. “With what?”

“Being the only senior resident and taking a GSW while seven months pregnant. I’m putting it in your permanent record.”

She smiled, too tired to argue. “How’s the patient?”

“Out of surgery. Stable. You saved his life.”

She nodded, a satisfied smile on her face, rubbing at her lower back.

“Come on,” Frank said, kneeling in front of her. “Turn.”

She did, and he began to rub slow, practiced circles into her back. “I’ve been reading up on prenatal massage,” he said casually. “This spot here? Supposed to relieve pressure.”

“You’re a nerd.”

“A nerd who loves you,” he murmured. “And this baby.”

The room was quiet except for the hum of the vending machine. Then she said softly, “I know I scared you. But I need you to believe that I know what I’m doing.”

“I do,” he said. “I really do. But believing in you and worrying about you don’t cancel each other out.”

She leaned back into his hands. “Deal.”

Frank reached up and kissed her cheek, lips lingering slightly.

Two weeks later, she officially went on leave. But every now and then, Frank would find her standing in the ER doorway, arms crossed over her stomach, watching.

And he’d walk over, press a kiss to her temple, and whisper, “Still capable.”

And she’d whisper back, “Still protective.”

And both were absolutely true.

[snake-daddy-orochimaru]

Quickie in the Lab

Pairing: Orochimaru x Reader

Summary: You go to Orochimaru's lab with only one goal in mind, and you plan to do whatever is necessary to make it happen.

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, fingering, penetrative sex, oral sex (female receiving), spanking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, minors DNI

Notes: None

Word Count: 1.9k

It had been almost a month since you and Orochimaru had last had sex, and you felt like you were about to explode. The two of you normally had a very active sex life, but recently he had been spending all day, every day in his lab, leaving barely enough time to sleep, let alone spend time with you. You were at the point where you didn’t care how quick it was or where it was, you just desperately needed him to fuck you. 

You decided you would visit him in the lab and tease him until he bent you over the closest surface for a much-needed quickie. Considering all the options in your closet, you settled on a purple knee-length sundress with a somewhat low neckline that you knew was one of his favorites. Seeing you in a sundress always turned him on, and you knew that once he realized you weren’t wearing any panties, he would take you without hesitation. 

When you reached the door of Orochimaru’s lab, you cracked it open to peek inside, hoping to find him by himself. Surely no one else would still be there at this hour. A quick scan of the room revealed that he was indeed alone, meaning there wouldn’t be any factors preventing him from fucking you other than his own stubborn focus on his work. You quietly pushed the door open, entering his lab without knocking or announcing your presence just yet, wanting to surprise him with how sexy you looked. 

“Can I help you with something, darling?” He spoke, not even looking up from his work. 

“How did you know it was me?” You asked, exasperated. 

“I can tell by your scent and the pattern of your footsteps,” he replied, still highly focused on his work. You rolled your eyes, annoyed by his overly developed senses that made it impossible for you to sneak up on him. 

“Now,” he continued, “did you need something? I’m quite busy here.” 

“I just wanted to see you,” you sighed, walking over to the table where he stood, stopping next to him and leaning against it with your arms crossed over your chest. “You’ve been so caught up in your work recently that I’ve hardly been able to spend any time with you.” 

He didn’t answer right away, as he was finishing up an entry in his notes. 

“You know how important my work is,” he started as he looked up, finally laying eyes on you. His gaze moved down your body, lingering on the neckline of your dress for a few moments before turning back to his notes. 

“You’re dressed nicely. What’s the occasion?” He asked, directing his focus back to his work. However, you knew you had disrupted that focus, and at least part of his mind was still thinking about how sexy you looked in that dress. 

“Does there have to be a special occasion? Can I not just put on a cute dress to visit my man, whom I’ve hardly seen over the past few weeks?” You answered, lightly touching his arm. It was some of the only contact you’d had with him in days, and you could feel yourself getting turned on just from that small touch. Orochimaru must have felt the same, as you noticed a slight change in his breathing, making you feel confident that your plan was going to work. He didn’t give an answer to your question, instead continuing to work on his notes. You smirked to yourself, knowing he was ignoring you in an attempt to avoid being tempted to abandon his work to fulfill his pent-up sexual desires. 

“Darling, how about you make your presence useful and grab my notes from the other end of the table?” 

“Of course, handsome,” you smiled, lightly brushing your hand across his back as you passed behind him to retrieve his notes. When you returned with them, you leaned into him a little as you held them out for him to take. He hesitated for a moment, looking down at you to admire how perfectly your dress hugged your soft curves, before eventually taking the notes and setting them next to the ones he was currently working on. 

You could tell that your subtle, teasing touches were getting to him and turning him on. Seeing a positive response to your efforts encouraged you to get a little bolder with your actions, feeling that it wouldn’t take much more to get him to give in and take you right there in the middle of his lab. 

“I’ve missed your touch so much,” you sighed, snaking your arms around his torso and pulling him into a hug from behind, allowing your hands to rest on his chest. You breathed deeply, taking in his scent that you found so intoxicating yet comforting. His body tensed up in response to your increasingly more intimate touches as he felt the softness of your breasts and the warmth of your body against his back. You held him for a few moments before pulling back from the hug, making sure to run your hands down the entirety of his chest and torso before pulling them back. You smirked as you noticed Orochimaru shift his hips, assuming he was having to adjust a growing erection due to the effect you were having on him.

You slid your hands up to his shoulders and started massaging them. He relaxed into the massage, letting his head fall back a little as you rubbed his shoulders and neck. 

“Your shoulders are so tense, babe. You’ve been working too much without taking any breaks to unwind.” You cooed. 

“I should really be getting back to work,” he remarked, returning his focus to reviewing his notes. However, his attention was not undivided, as he was still getting distracted by your attempts at seducing him. 

You started playing with his hair, gently running your fingers through it as you continued your efforts. He couldn’t help but close his eyes and lean into your touch as your nails gently ran over his scalp, as he absolutely loved it when you would run your fingers through his hair and play with it. It was clear that he was finding it increasingly more difficult to remain focused on his work while you were teasing him like this. 

“You’ve been so pent up lately, babe,” you purred, brushing a lock of hair out of his face and tucking it behind his ear. His breathing had gotten shaky, and you could see his cheeks starting to flush. It looked like he was right on the edge of giving in. He just needed one more little push. 

“I think I know something that can help you relax,” you breathed, pushing his hair over his shoulder to allow you access to his neck. When your lips made contact with his neck and you started to kiss him there, it was like something in him suddenly snapped. 

Orochimaru quickly moved you so that you were standing in front of him, leaning down to kiss and nip at your neck, his fangs leaving marks that his tongue would move over to soothe. He slid one of his hands up your body to your breasts to knead them while he started grinding his hardened cock against your ass. You let out a soft moan as his other hand slipped up your skirt to remove your panties. To his pleasant surprise, you weren’t wearing any. 

“No panties, hmm?” He growled, sliding a slender finger along your slit before pushing it into you. “This was your plan all along, wasn’t it? To tease me until I decided to fuck you right here?” He slipped another finger in and started curling them, causing your knees to buckle as you let out a loud moan. He caught you, pulling his fingers out of you as he pushed you forward over the table where he had just been working, carefully moving his notes safely out of the way before doing anything else. 

With you now bent over the table, Orochimaru pushed the skirt of your dress up to your waist, revealing your perfect ass just before smacking it, leaving a faint red outline of his hand. You let out a sharp whine at the impact. He dragged his tongue across the stinging mark to soothe it, placing a kiss there as he made his way lower. His hands held your hips as he buried his face in your pussy from behind, using his long tongue to flick your clit, causing soft moans to fall from your lips. 

Once you were dripping wet for him, he stood back up as he swiftly undid his pants, pushing them down, along with his boxers, and allowing both to fall around his ankles. He teased your entrance with the head of his cock before suddenly slamming into you, causing you to let out a whine in both pain and pleasure. His fingers dug into your hips with a vicious grip as he started pounding into you. The intensity of his thrusting had you moaning so loudly that you were practically screaming, drowning out the smacking sound his hips made as they repeatedly slammed into your ass. 

He wasn’t normally this rough with you, but going without sex for a while tended to bring this side out of him. You certainly weren’t complaining, though, as you loved seeing this passion from him, and you had to admit the rough sex was what you needed after feeling so pent up for so long. 

Before long, you could tell Orochimaru was getting close as he started groaning. One of his hands reached around to rub your clit while he continued thrusting into you, quickly bringing you to the edge of an orgasm, as he was right there himself. When it finally hit you, the sensation of pure pleasure pulsed throughout your body as you screamed his name. The sound of his name on your lips in such ecstasy and the clenching of your walls around his cock pushed him to his release as well, causing him to moan as he was overcome with pleasure. His hips slowed as he worked both of you through your orgasms, his warm cum painting your insides. 

He leaned over you for a moment, both of you panting as you tried to catch your breath. 

“So good, baby. Missed that so much,” was all you managed to get out between breaths. 

As soon as he caught his breath, he stood up and pulled out of you, quickly grabbing his pants from around his ankles to pull them back up. He pulled your skirt back into place and helped you stand up, wrapping an arm around your waist and using a hand to cup your face as he pulled you in for a hungry kiss. 

“Darling, I want you to go back to our room, take off this dress, and wait for me on our bed. I’ll be there in just a few minutes after I put some things away here.” He remarked. 

“You promise you won’t get distracted here and end up not coming?” You asked, concerned.  “My dear, you are the distraction,” he chuckled. “Besides, I don’t think anything in the world could keep me from going back to our room right now to fuck you good and proper. Quickies are nice in a pinch, but you know I prefer to take my time with you.” He finished his statement with a smirk. With that, you turned and left the lab, heading straight for your room, excited to see what he had planned for round two.

[ninyard]

I just saw a post wondering what Andrew and Neil’s first proper argument is, and naturally I have to offer this:

Andrew and Neil don’t fight. They’ll ignore each other if they’re pissed off - but never for more than a few hours, or maybe until one of them has slept it off and decide it’s not worth it (usually Andrew). They’ll have tiffs but never over anything serious.

Except for in the months coming up to Andrew’s graduation. That is when I believe Andrew and Neil have their first real argument.

Andrew gets officially signed to his pro team around abouts the February of that year. It’s in a state further away that Neil expected, and since they found out, Neil keeps catching Andrew looking at apartments or researching the state and the team. He’s happy for him, of course he is, but he can’t quite identify what this feeling in his stomach is every time Andrew brings it up. The little fights that last longer than their usually bickering start not long after; Neil getting more pissed off by the little things Andrew does, Andrew having off-days with Neil more and more often, each of them asking for their own space because they know if they stay around each other they’re going to start a fight. It’s gradual in a way that they don’t realise for a little while that it’s getting worse, until just after the championship finals, and the season is officially over, when three days have passed without them talking for not much of a reason at all. Neil used his finals as an excuse, but Andrew didn’t have any good reason. After those three days, they’re finally alone in their dorm for whatever reason, and maybe Andrew has started packing or he’s just got some sort of welcome package from the team: everything explodes. Andrew tries to kiss Neil, and something feels wrong, and when Neil asks what the fuck is going on, all hell breaks loose.

Andrew doesn’t yell, of course he doesn’t, but he’s venomous. He’s asking Neil why he’s acting as if the world is going to end just because he’s graduating, he’s angry at him for becoming so dependent on his presence, he’s angry at himself for feeling like he’s found a future in Neil when this was never the plan. He was supposed to be nothing. A casual fuck, with an end date and no feelings but fuck if he can’t live his life without him now. Neil yells, because he does, and he’s angry that Andrew still seems so unsure about what they are, how comfortable they were, but suddenly things are different, and it feels like he doesn’t care. He’s angry at himself for building his life around Andrew, but he’s the only reason why Neil Josten exists. Andrew reminds him of that, and it makes everything worse.

It goes on for far too long, quickly becoming meaningless and just an excuse for either of them to vent out the frustration they’ve been keeping inside for months.

“You know that I won’t overstep your boundaries,” Neil points a finger at him. “So in your head it’s okay to treat me like shit and ignore me because you know that I will give you that space.”

He doesn’t even really think that, but every little thing, every little excuse is multiplied by a thousand when he feels this red hot rage. He hates the things that come out of his mouth, but Andrew gives it back, and his insistent refusal to back down just further butts their heads together and infuriates them both.

“I won’t chase after you because you’ve decided to allow me distance,” Andrew says, calm and ice cold. “You can’t invent boundaries for me and then be upset that they exist.”

Lows blows after low blows, unfair quips and insults from both sides, slamming of drawers and doors and throwing of things; they have never, ever fought like this before. It’s over everything and nothing at the same time. Andrew knew it was only a matter of time before campus security was called, but when he tried to tell Neil to calm down and lower his voice, it only made things worse.

They’ve been unkind and awful with each other for about an hour when Neil finds himself starting to get so furiously angry thats he’s upset, that he can feel himself being needlessly nasty with Andrew. For the first time ever he feels the tilt. He feels their foundations getting rocked, a crack in the base of the pyramid of their relationship that gives him the feeling that this might not last forever. He leaves their dorm with a slam of the door, and goes for a run. He hasn’t done that in a while, a run from his feelings, running from his problems and responsibilities. He’s not sure how long it’s been before he finds himself too far away from campus, because he just ran in a straight line.

When he checks his phone he realises he’s over an hour walk away from their dorms. He almost calls Matt, and hesitates over Coach’s phone number, but instead he clicks Andrew’s name. It’s only ringing for two rings before the ringing ends and there’s a quiet hiss at the other end of the line. Neil double checks that he’s answered, because Andrew hasn’t said anything, and brings the phone back to his ear.

“Can you come pick me up?” His breathing is heavy, all of his anger drained out through his feet with every single step that he took to get further away from their dorm.

“Where are you?” Andrew is quick to respond, and Neil can hear him already picking up his keys.

Neil tells him the name of some bar that he can see, and Andrew hangs up almost instantly afterwards. Neil starts to put his phone away, used to the abrupt endings of phone calls, but wishing he would say something more. He puts his phone away and wonders why Andrew can’t just give him something. He’s not looking for a Love you! Bye! But maybe just an answer that let him know he was listening. but then it starts to ring again, and it’s Andrew, and Neil doesn’t say anything when he answers.

“I’m leaving now,” Andrew says. There’s something in his voice. “I’ll be there in about twenty minutes.”

“Okay,” Neil responds. “Thank you.”

Andrew hums in acknowledgment, but this time he doesn’t hang up immediately. He hesitates, but he’s somewhere outside now.

“I will always pick you up.” He says after a while, after he’s shut his car door and the engine has rumbled to life, and maybe it sounds like I love you, I care about you, I need you. Maybe it sounds like I need you to know that i can’t lose this.

“I know,” Neil says, and it sounds like I can’t do this without you. “Thank you.”

Andrew waits a second or two then before hanging up, and Neil waits for him by the curb. Andrew is there quicker than twenty minutes later. Neither of them say anything as Neil slips into the passenger seat, and neither of them say anything as they pull away. Neither of them say anything until Andrew has switched the engine off, and the car is sitting in its parking spot. They look at each other then, and maybe then they understand what’s happening.

“I’m not above telling you that I don’t want to leave here,” leave you. “But this was always a certainty. You’ve had plenty of time to prepare.”

“I thought that I had,” Neil tells him.

It’s the truth, in some way. He realises then that all of these little fights, and growing agitation, and this almost primal urge to push Andrew away was how he’d prepared. He’s been trying his hardest to soften the blow that it would have on him, and if he pushed him away first, then it wouldn’t hurt when he inevitably pushed him back or let him go. Only, that was never going to happen, and that’s what made it worse - nothing could happen to them now that would not bring them back to each other. So when Neil pushed and pushed and pushed and Andrew was constantly hitting a wall instead of a door, all they were doing was filling the room with resentment.

They sit in the car then and talk about the reality: Andrew was moving away in just a few weeks, moving further away than they’d ever been apart. The truth was that regardless of whether or not Neil decides to spend the summer with him, August would come, and Neil would go back to PSU, and Andrew would stay wherever it was that he was staying. They’d been fighting more in a subconscious test with each other, to see if one of them were going to give up, to see it this was the thing that would finally tear them apart. They talk about that, too, as difficult as it is for Andrew to be honest about that kind of thing. Neil asks him if he thinks it would be better for them to break up, to give each other space, to let Andrew flourish on his new team and meet new people and grow into himself as a professional exy player. It’s the first time either of them have acknowledged the possibility out loud with each other, and it destroys Neil to ask it, and it destroys Andrew to hear it.

Andrew thinks about how Exy was supposed to be the deal with Kevin: how he was supposed to come off his meds, and Kevin would give him purpose, and he would find something to live for in the sport that would not love him back. Instead he gave him Neil. That was his something to live for, and while he’d started to learn how to live for himself, and he would eventually survive without him, he didn’t want to. He couldn’t. He would sooner give it all up just to keep him, and Neil knew that was the truth.

Neil thinks about how Neil was supposed to be temporary. Now it was the future, it was Andrew, it was a long and successful life. Neil Josten did not have an expiry date anymore. He could have things that were his own, things to keep, things to live for.

They knew it wouldn’t be easy, but as the evening went on, and they stay in that car and talk about the future, they’d truly come to the understanding that neither of them can lose each other. They will always be half of one another, and no amount of distance can change that. It’s hard conversation after hard conversation, and it’s emotional in the way that Andrew and Neil get emotional. All the fighting ends up being a catalyst for possibly the most personal, deep, intimate discussion they’ve ever had. There’s lots of silences and voices that threaten to raise but stay low. There’s a lot of questions, and answers, and questions without answers, too. Buts it’s needed. Andrew could not leave PSU without them having this conversation. If he had, I think they would’ve struggled a whole lot more with the distance, and the conversations they would have afterwards would’ve been far more difficult.

Ultimately that’s where they end the conversation sometime past midnight - with a semi newfound understanding of where they stand with each other, what they are, what the future means for them. It’s a fight that needed to happen, and in their own ways they apologise for the things that they said. Maybe they don’t say sorry, they just say everything is going to be okay, and distance will not be the thing that ruins this.

I don’t know. I really do think it’s a fight that’s needs to happen. I think it’s a terrible, angry, nasty argument, and they both feel awful about the things they said and did, but it had to happen. Yeah, could it have been communicated with words? Sure. But Andrew had to understand how afraid Neil was of losing him, he had to understand what Neil was doing to protect himself from it. And Neil had to understand that Andrew was always, always willing to fight for him, but he couldn’t do that if Neil wasn’t willing to see that he would.

[ficsinhistory]

Sonic 4: A theory!

Hello! So, I've been having theories about the fourth Sonic movie for a while now and I think I now have enough brain cells to put it all together!

(This is literally me putting this post together lol)

The basis of everything you will see here will be based on what we have already seen in other films, in the games and in my theory that the fourth film will be about love, time and trauma.

To start, the Sonic films as a whole already speak of love. Familiar, fraternal, parental, timeless love for those who have passed away.

However, the fourth film would dive fully into this.

If Sonic 3's theme line was "The light shines even though the star is gone", I think Sonic 4's will be: "Love transcends pain".

I believe the focus of the film will be on how, although our past may mark us, we can and must heal ourselves since only then will we move forward into the future. And that the best way to do this is not alone, but with the help of the love and support of those who care about us.

That this is the greatest help of in life: love. In the face of trauma, mistakes and frightening possibilities. Because love transcends everything, hate, guilt and even time.

And to do this we cannot give in to fear and paranoia, but choose to be open and honest with our feelings, not repressing or rejecting them.

SONIC

Yes, our dear blue hedgehog!

Sonic has evolved a lot in the last few films, learning to find and accept his parents, friends, and family as a whole. He has learned to accept his own powers, to take responsibility, and to not let pain change him.

He also still has a lot of trauma from his childhood days that he hasn't faced.

The third film proved that this boy still has very raw wounds and that Sonic is aware of his inner turmoil, of how the loss of Longclaw still affects him.

The point is: we never really see him talking about it or finding a way to overcome it in a healthy way with his family. Even though he is canonically the character who listens to others and helps them get through their darkest hours as this wonderful post by @iwasbored777 points. And no matter how much he ignores it, it can and will come back to haunt him.

We saw this when Tom's life was threatened. Because although seeing his father almost die was terrible in itself, what pushed Sonic to go so crazy was the still-untreated trauma of losing Longclaw and the loneliness that followed in the next years. And besides this fiasco with Master Emerald, we also saw it in less serious ways when he went off alone after Shadow in Tokyo too.

Either way, this is a feeling that is clearly bubbling under his skin ready to explode.

Sonic still has some of the mentality he had when he lived in the cave and trauma from the loss of his first maternal figure. The constant need to escape that leads him to want to do everything alone and without consideration for anyone else.

And that's because he's never dealt with that past, covering it up with humor and literally running away from his feelings. Sonic has never faced his past head on. Because it's painful.

But it affects him. A lot. To the point of being a danger to himself and others.

And that's where Amy comes in.

I theorize that in the movies, Amy is a native of Little Planet, a planetoid that visits Mobius (the location of Sonic's island) for a month every year, and that Sonic would have known her before everything happened.

Before Longclaw died and he was thrown alone to Earth. From simpler times. A friend he had on its last visit before everything went down the drain.

Of a time that he (nor she) would remember, despite a sense of familiarity, not until later. When it hit him hard Amy inevitably became a reminder of a past that could no longer be ignored.

When he cares too much about her and wants to help. When the person who is a great friend and he starting to have some very strong feelings for with is also a living reminder of his most painful memory (I believe they will have more romantic tension than romance but I will talk about that later).

She would be, in his arc, a catalyst to face the past that can no longer be hidden.

Because if Sonic wants to be a better person and save the day, he's going to have to face his past head on. He has to be honest with his feelings. All of them.

Especially since things are going to get ugly. Really ugly.

Because I think Sonic is going to have to deal with GUN and Robotnik and Metal Sonic all at once, making everything more urgent and overcoming his childhood trauma crucial. Since resolving this mess will possibly lead them back to Little Planet and his island itself.

Speaking of the machine, we will have Metal Sonic making Sonic face the past, but in another way: in self-consciousness of his defects.

Metal is an AI programmed to be better than Sonic, without any of his supposed imperfections, made in his image.

A villain who will surely increase in danger, adapting more and more. Mimicking the qualities with more and more refinement. A perfect enemy. Without empathy, without any honor, humor or common ground for Sonic to use, wanting a clash of skill pure and simple.

He would be perfect in Sonic's eyes. Something he knows he isn't . He abandoned his family to seek revenge. His recklessness nearly cost Tails and his parents their lives, with Tom even caught in the crossfire. He betrayed his own brothers. As far as he knows, Shadow died because of him. He wasn't fast enough to catch up to Longclaw.

Sonic's self-loathing will hit him hard.

And he'll have to accept his mistakes and move on. Something difficult for a teenager who has a habit of bottling up his emotions and who will deal with the consequences of his actions in catastrophic proportions (yes GUN, is about you 👀).

Not only that, I believe that Metal Sonic will be the first antagonist that Sonic will not be able to change. For the simple fact that the robot is pure hatred, created with the obsession of always proving superiority and that clearly has no interest in a fair fight, seeing as his introduction was trying to shoot a distracted Sonic in the back .

The robot doesn't even call him by name, just blue hedgehog.

Metal Sonic thinks he's the real Sonic and he's going to prove it at all costs, even coping his heroics acts (Sonic OVA?? In my theory??? More likely than you think).

And to add up, it's going to be a race against time.

Because Metal's artificial intelligence adapts, learns and reproduces everything that's thrown at him.

And isn't only him but also an army of copies under Metal control and that clearly he don't care. Quite unlike the friends and family that Sonic cares so much about and they're sure to be in trouble with the crazy machine no doubt wanting to use them against their organic counterpart.

And with all these enemies, this kid is going to have insane pressure on him.

The worst part? I think this will manifest as overprotectiveness of his family and a misconception that he has to do everyone on his own.

In the third film, Sonic nearly lost everyone, whether it was due to external factors or because of what he did. And he certainly doesn't want to go through that again. But without healthy coping mechanisms, Sonic will think that dealing with everything without anyone's help will keep everyone safe.

And here we back to Amy having a crucial part: because both will be on equal footing.

She's not family that Sonic has to protect, she knows how to do it herself. Not only that, she's the cavalry. The person who's obviously been fighting these killer copies the longest, willing to help, and thank God knows what she's doing.

Amy will be a safe haven, someone Sonic won't have to feel responsible for all the time. And someone who will encourage him to open up and seek help from the great family he already has, which would lead to some touching moments with all the Wachowskis. The best family on wheels would be in focus! Especially Maddie!

Sonic will face his traumas with his first mother and who better than his second mother?

Having such a bad memory of Longclaw's death, it seems only right that Maddie would play a relevant role. But of course, the whole family would help, strengthening the bonds even more.

Which is great because with the Time Stones in play, I believe there will be a plot point where Sonic could choose to rewrite time so that Longclaw is never killed, but that would mean he never found his new family.

After all, it was when he lost his first mother and came to Earth that he met Maddie and Tom. What if he could change everything to stay with Longclaw? Would Sonic want that? Even if it could cost the happiness of others and the loss of his new home?

And that's where accepting the past and focusing on the future comes in.

He will have to run, but not from his feelings, but using them as fuel to move forward.

This will be the greatest test of Sonic's maturation: showing that he accepts the past - not clinging to it - working on his traumas with the intention of looking to the future. Appreciating the good memories and that it is not our past mistakes that define us, but what we will do from now on.

AMY

Don't fear, Amy Rose is here! The girl finally shows up!

I wanna start with that, although the film keeps her core, Amy's story and her behavior will be radically different from the games. Both to fit into the film format and to avoid her most problematic aspects. But of course, always keeping what makes her so iconic!

In the franchise, Amy is the character who represents unconditional love and perseverance. She is determined, kind, and never gives up. Amy also shows compassion to everyone without distinction, expecting the best from everyone, no matter how flawed they are. And of course, she is also a hopeless romantic and a firm believer that some things are meant to be.

Despite all the changes and new powers, this is and will always be her greatest asset and power, including in the movies. If movie Sonic is already empathetic, movie Amy will radiate that. She'll be feminine, kind and overflowing with care as she always was, as well hot tempered, angry and passionate.

After all, it's Amy Rose, the girl who wears her heart on her sleeve.

If Sonic doesn't talk about his feelings, Amy thrives on hers.

Love, friendship and connections, these are her skills. If you pay attention to the scene where the metals are being massacred, Amy has traits that allow her to identify with each Wachowski sibling: she is fast like Sonic, strong like Knuckles and with technological gadgets like Tails; in addition to her own individual trait which are her tracking and stealth skills.

A way for the film to say that she has characteristics in common with other people while having her own personality.

Strong interpersonal relationships are one of Amy's strengths and I believe they expanded this side of her a lot here, with her relationship with the Wachowski boys and Tom/Maddie being very important to her. Amy will help and will be helped emotionally

And ofc, she's totally here for all the friends she can get!

I imagine her listening to Tails and Knuckles having fun and pass time in common interests. Maddie? Instant click, especially since I think they'll have similar personalities, with both of them talking about fashion, movies, and similar things. Tom? The girl saved her son, he'd break her out of prison if need be. Sonic? So many things that I have a section just for them. Even Shadow isn’t safe.

These relationships are essential because, of course, not everything is as simple as it seems. All the characters have traumas and have gone through horrors, it would be no different with this pink hedgehog.

As mentioned before, I believe Amy will come from Little Planet. Not only that, I think her main powers will be time manipulation with her chaos energy.

You might be wondering: isn't time travel Silver's thing?

And I answer, my dear friend, Silver does travel through time. But, his main ability is psychokinesis, not time travel. Even in Sonic 06, Silver's time travel is not an innate ability of his, but with the use of the Chaos Emeralds and even that is a mess in the canon in general due to the inconsistencies.

Amy would come in here. With the 5th film confirmed, I believe that Silver would travel with the help of some part of her power. This explanation would keep the narrative simple and without so many holes, especially with a complicated trope that is time travel. In addition to showing Amy's narrative weight in the long term in the franchise, with her presence being a turning point in the story.

Besides, temporal manipulation is an extremely powerful power and since the energy of chaos comes from emotions, no one is better than the character most connected to feelings in the franchise and time travel in general. Sonic CD is based on this and has several media that connect Amy to the Time Stones, Little Planet and time travel in general (more on that later).

But getting back.

As a native of Little Planet and with insanely powerful abilities, Amy would be responsible for the Time Stones or at least have a strong connection to them. Which would put a target on her back.

Longclaw protected Sonic for a reason, and I believe someone did the same for Amy, raising her in a similar way. And I'll say more, besides the similar mission, I believe Amy's guardian knew Longclaw. After all, the warrior owl was a guardian of the Master Emerald, a very powerful gem. And who better than her to meet other guardians of other gems and powerful hedgehogs?

Not that it mattered to this girl, after all Amy is curious and adventurous. She canonically hates boredom and the confines of a mundane life. Surely, when the planet got close to Mobius, this girl would find a way to escape and explore there. Which would lead to a meeting with Sonic.

I don't believe they would necessarily be childhood friends, but rather that they would see each other during the month that Little Planet was there before Amy inevitably returned home, with the promise of seeing each other the following year (like a summer friend!).

Except Amy was there in the last few days before he and Longclaw were attacked. Imagine a baby Amy searching for a baby Sonic only to find a destroyed house? Also, the comics say there is a memorial for Sonic and Longclaw.

And I believe it was her doing.

Sonic was one of the only friends the girl had and it breaks my heart to know that she might have held a funeral for him and Longclaw, definitely because she doesn't want them to be forgotten, with Little Planet's culture probably places a high value on valuing memory.

And things would get even worse. Because I believe the reason Amy is on Earth is because Little Planet has been taken over…by Ivo Robotnik.

Yes, I believe that Eggman didn't die, but was teleported through time and ended up there because the place is a temporal convergence point, dominating everything with Metal using it as we saw in the concept arts, taking advantage of the fact that Little Planet is technologically advanced (as shown in the games) in a domination that would be overwhelming and brutal. Planning to take advantage of the temporal properties of the place to orchestrate Sonic's death and control the Earth.

Metal Sonic would then be built with alientech from one quill of Sonic's and one quill of Amy's.

That's right, I believe Ivo captured her at some point during the invasion before she managed to escape - possibly with the help of her guardian - because the Metal Army also travels through time and has pink energy.

 Amy would then be sent to Earth to protect the Times Stones by her guardian for the same reason Longclaw sent Sonic - a distant place in the universe - before dying, asking her to keep everything safe.

And that would leave the little girl devastated.

Amy would lose everything she has ever loved or known and is still on a strange planet with no one and a burden on her shoulders.

Sound familiar? Because it is. I theorize that Amy's past will be very similar to Sonic's and this will make both of them help each other and identify with each other.

I've said this in another post, but I think that while Sonic and Shadow are the same person dealing with different circumstances, Amy and Sonic are different people...dealing with the same circumstances.

Amy's current state will be very similar to Sonic's in the first film, except that Sonic came here with the mindset of protecting himself while Amy came to protect others, with a mission to use her powers to prevent any event that leads to a definitive bad ending, as well as guardian of the jewels of her lost home.

And you can ask: how are they both on Earth at the same time if Amy came from the future?

Remember I said that Ivo traveled through time? Yeah, I don't believe that Robotnik went to the future...but to the past.

He arrived on Mobius after Sonic had already fled and Longclaw was dead. And with this change, Amy was sent to Earth to fix things, not knowing that Sonic is alive or even remembering him due to her age at the time and the fact that it was a traumatic event, before the future got worse and irreversible.

But her powers were a mess after that trauma.

Amy Rose in general would be a MESS . Girlfailure for real!

If Sonic didn't handle isolation well, Amy was a disaster!

I imagine her always fighting the Metal Army - traveling between points in time and even different places - always trying to stop them somehow and how this limits her. It tires her. How everything always repeats itself endlessly and she can't think of a solution without putting thousands of lives in a rewrite of the universe.

She would grow up near New York, obsessed with musicals, rom-coms, magical girls and everything else stereotypically feminine not only because she loves it, but to keep her sanity, observing it all from a distance. Because just like Sonic, she also placed herself in self-imposed exile.

But to protect others instead of protecting herself.

Amy was instructed to always fight and she does. She has a duty and Metal Sonic already has an advantage in time because of her. I believe Amy blames herself for Metal Army having its power and she doesn't want to hurt anyone else, in addition to the trauma of losing the house itself.

And guilt is a strong feeling. And feelings are the basis of the powers of chaos, which has scrambled the use of hers. In particular, the vision of the future.

Yes, I think Amy can see the future with her temporal manipulation.

She would use her chaos energy to see the timeline and how things would unfold. Imagine her eyes glowing pink but instead of a powerful blow coming out what is happening and her surroundings changing to show her enemies next steps. Just like Garnet from Steven Universe and an advantage in battles since she deals with an AI that learns from mistakes.

Except her trauma ended up interfering with them and now the local girl has some involuntary and messed up visions.

And yes, it would be these powers of prediction that showed Sonic in the park. That's why she was able to rescue him, Amy knew this would happen because her powers trigged.

(And no, Amy doesn't remember Sonic (nor he her) when they meet. Even though that feeling of similarity hovers between them, but without definitive memories. They were little when they met and between Sonic probably avoiding memories of their time on Mobius like the plague and Amy living on a moving planet that passes through places all the time, besides not expecting that her dead friend is alive these two ended up forgetting. Especially since forgetting memories is a symptom of trauma.)

And Amy, meeting Sonic and the Wachowskis, would begin to heal with company and support. In addition to facing the past now that Sonic is there too.

I also don't think her mission is to protect Sonic. But after rescuing him, images from the future started to appear more and more and resolves to sticks with him because she believes that he's some destined hero sent to help her by fate. The girl would go from random imagens sometimes to full time pop-up scenarios with the arrival of this boy that triggers her powers. Well, he is the key to chance after all.

Amy may think that Sonic is the answer to solving her problems (ironic because I believe that Sonic will be as lost as she is and thinks that Amy, with all her combat experience, has the means to solve things lol) and plans to resolve the situation begin to be made, although it’ll be chaotic with Gun, Metal Sonic and Ivo hot on their tails.

Perhaps Amy has an admiration for Sonic after know his acts as a great hero (because I'm sure Sonic would be talking about how he saved the world multiple times) just to later see the trainwreck that the boy really is and remember Sonic as her until then dead friend.

What she’ll relate to, because I think her biggest enemy will be herself.

Amy would blame herself for the various horrible events that have occurred and seeks some sort of atonement at any cost. Maybe feeling that she has disrupted the timeline, considering that Little Planet's culture can be very oriented towards reflecting on the agency of our actions in the consequences and what can be - or not - fate.

Ofc that in the end the answer is that we made our own fate and yada yada but the girl👏🏼 is👏🏼 struggling👏🏼! Hell, after being the last refugee of her planet, Amy possibly have survivor’s guilt! 

Perhaps she even believes that if she died everything would be fine, since in the grand scheme of things there would be other more important variables. That she should be dead from the beginning.

And the relationship with the Wachowskis would make her realize that she matters, that she can change everything not just for others, but for herself too.

Just...Amy being a beacon of unconditional love and kindness who finds the love she offers in others *sobs*.

GUN

I hate GUN, all my bros hate GUN.

They're horrible and while I we know that already (a huge list of their atrocities here, courtesy of @iwasbored777 ), I believe that this will reach another level in the fourth film.

Because Rockwell will probably be the new leader after Walter's death.

We know that GUN is xenophobic and violent. They are ruthless towards those they call aliens and anyone else who gets in their way. Hell, the only reason Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles live with the Wachowskis is probably because Walter pulled some strings, believing it would be easier to keep them under control and avoid another fiasco like Shadow was (@sairenharia has a phenomenal post about it.)

And with Rockwell in the head, the Wachowski family is already on thin ice.

It doesn't matter if they always cleaned up their mess or that GUN was shady from the beginning. Rockwell and those prejudiced agents wouldn't care about that.

And the arrival of Metal Sonic would be the excuse they were waiting for.

You see, Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Shadow and Amy are just regular kids. Aliens, yes, but kids nonetheless. They want love, friends, family. Man, they've all experienced grief! They're just as human as Tom, Maddie or Wade.

But GUN doesn’t care about that. Not when these military men only see living weapons because they are different. The dreaded “other” they couldn’t touch…until now.

Because just like in real life, GUN doesn't just want these aliens gone. They want their powers, their abilities, without dealing with the child. Because these invaders aren't worthy of being treated like normal humans, but their strengths are still theirs to exploit. So how do you convince them that those who have done nothing but save lives are a threat?

Dehumanization. The worst part? They have the perfect arguments.

There are powerful killer robots made in the image of the alien that wiped out power in the entire Pacific Northwest and destroyed important human historical monuments and ruined parts of the planet. Bad aliens who destroyed part of the moon and helped to charge the eclipse canon in the first place. Threats. Monsters.

Therefore, they need to be hunted and contained by good humans.

If love is the theme of Sonic 4, the antagonists will bring hate as a counterpoint.

GUN has always been like this, but the fourth film would be the pinnacle. A real witch hunt against Sonic, Amy, Tails and Knuckles. Shadow too.

Especially with Amy having the powers - or the technique - of time travel, an asset that Rockwell would certainly be eager to get her hands on, making the situation even more difficult for these kids who just want to stop a madman from enslaving the human race. Black Doom may not be a thing in the future of the franchise, but there is someone as low as GUN.

I can see them making biased videos against the dangerous aliens, asking people for information in exchange for rewards. They manipulate Stone who is mourning Ivo and bring him to their side. Of terrifying plans with assets as powerful as chaos energy and time travel.

Their headquarters are in London, the largest colonizing empire in the world, for God's sake! There's no subtlety!

That's why I really want to see a confrontation scene between them.

I want to see Amy who is nothing but loving - the embodiment of love in the franchise - who lost her home to a colonizing human and is risking her life and the lives of everyone she cares about by throwing in Rockwell and all these agents' faces that they are nowhere near this image of protective heroes. That they are power-hungry lunatics. Not that bad - worse than Robotnik.

That they would rather lock up children in greed rather than focus on the problems.

I want Shadow back and beat the crap out of a bunch of agents. I want to see him calling out Gun for all the suffering he went through, for killing Maria, for kidnapping and taking advantage of him.

See Sonic mad because those people is threatening his family. The same people he had to hide because he knew they would hunt them, a kid, down. Just they did in Hawaii.

I want to see her, Sonic, Tails, Knuckles and Shadow in a fight with them to show that yes, they could decimate humanity if they wanted to. That they have the power to do so and could not be stopped. But that they, who GUN calls monsters, have nothing but empathy. They are better than that.

I-

I just need to see these kids expose their hypocrisy.

(And if Ivo didn't survive, it was certainly them who created Metal as a contingency measure.)

SHADOW 

I have no idea how Shadow will appear in this movie. He's not dead and he's still out there, is all we’re informed of. 

BUT I know I want him interacting with the rest of the Colorful Bunch! I want to see him wreaking havoc on a Gun HQ. Mourning Maria and coming to terms with the chaoa.

He and Sonic reunite.

C’mon, the blue boy thinks he's dead and possibly vice versa, they need to talk about the last movie and Shadow joining the team could help him turn the page. Find some support. Help Sonic with his guilt just like he did for him.

And I want Shadow to fight with the team! He's insanely powerful, the ultimate life form. Combine that with Amy's time manipulation powers and Sonic's speed and we're in for some insane action, I know!

Not only that but I think the franchise is planning something big for the hedgehogs in the franchise so things could get even more interesting with their interactions!

Just give the boy some hot chocolate, a home and a warm blanket.

TAILS AND KNUCKLES

These boys would be in the trenches. After the whole Master Emerald mess, Sonic would be a wreck and clearly having problems. That he wouldn't talk about. Tails and Knuckles will have an important impact here by repaying the kindness Sonic has always shown them and supporting their brother who is not doing well at all. Not only that, I think the film will focus more on the bonds and interactions of characters, so we will see more of them and their pasts. Both Tails and Knuckles had devastating backstories that deserve to be addressed. With the arrival of Amy and the core four complete, it will be their chance to shine and we have cute and emotional interactions between them.

Not only that, but also necessary conversations between the 3 brothers. I believe Tails and Knuckle will have their individual moments with Sonic and all together. In addition to one with Amy who would be very close to all of them with all these events.

These boys will shine, I know!

IVO ROBOTNIK

Everyone's favorite problematic person!

He's... complicated. Jim Carrey agreed to return for Sonic 4 and most of my theories have him in a major role. So yeah, I'm assuming Ivo survived.

As I mentioned before, Ivo would be responsible for taking over Little Planet, killing several people and causing Amy to escape when she went after her powers and the Time Stones. Because, you see, just because he saved the Earth, that doesn't mean he's a good person.

Ivo saved the world for Stone . For that one person who cared and loved him and that he cares about. Only now Ivo has been sent through time to an unknown planet, without Stone and with brand new traumas.

Of course this maniac's defense mechanism will turn to chaos and destruction.

The only family he had never cared, and he's cut off from the only real support he had thanks to himself, who ignored Stone's pleas in the name of something that turned out to be false. And the guilt is a strong thing, even for Ivo.

But he would never acknowledge it.

So, Eggman would seek to fulfill his needs for love and family with what he has relied on his entire life - machines - in search of some control that he has clearly lost. Ivo would embrace the thought that love is a weakness and connection only makes you lose. He delves into hatred and makes it the source of his greatest creation: Metal Sonic.

Ivo blames Sonic for everything and just like in the games, he makes a version that he can control to feel better. At the same time, Metal Sonic would also be a loyal servant who supports him unconditionally. A failed attempt to fill the void left by Stone in a machine that will destroy everything that the blue hedgehog loves for ending his life. He wants to make Sonic pay and it will be insane.

He uses the Metal Army to bring suffering to Little Planet and fulfill his dream of tyranny, domination of lower forms. After all, Robotnik is a colonizer. A scientist with delusions and desires of grandeur and hatred for aliens.

But this will not bring the comfort Ivo seeks - hate is not love - and he would feel that victory is unsatisfying, hollow, without Stone along. So he would deceive himself further, convincing himself that fulfillment will come with more control, and go after the Chaos Stones and Amy, consequently.

Ivo deals with guilt with hate instead of love. He is on a planet that controls time, but his inability to face the past and his own mistakes would prevent him from truly healing his traumas. On the contrary, he would cause more pain and continue the cycle. Wanting to rewrite reality at all costs, regardless of the consequences.

And you'll find out the hard way that hate is no substitute for love and you can't escape the consequences of your actions when Metal Sonic rebels and takes over both Little Planet and the army of inferior Metals made of it.

*Slam hands on a table* Yes pals, we would have Neo Metal! And the heroes having to team up with Ivo once again to stop him with Stone in tow much to Robotnik's dismay.

Talk about your haunted past, huh?

(A little aside about Agent Stone: I have no idea what his role will be in the next film. He could be the big bad, a minor bad, Shadow's new handler, I have no idea. But I do know he's going to meet Ivo again, and it's going to be tense to say the least. Feel free to ramble on.)

Ivo would also be crucial to both Amy and Sonic's conflict.

He would be the one who would be a mirror for the blue hedgehog, someone he could become if Sonic doesn't deal with his traumas correctly: someone who would rather remake time-space than accept past decisions just like the creator of the machine that tormented him throughout the film.

Ivo would also be the test of Amy's love and selflessness. This girl believes that everyone can change. But, would she have any mercy for the one who took everything from her? Amy wouldn't lose control like Sonic, she has too much respect for life for that, but would she listen to Ivo if she needed his help like the boys accepted at the end of the third film?

Either way, Robotnik would be one of the biggest emotional cores in this clash of hate/love/time.

And no, I don't believe Eggman will ever redeem himself. He's a bad person, and he always will be. But even bad people can love, that's a basic need for humanity not something you earndd.

If anything, at most I think Ivo would find peace, not redemption in the end, finally reconciling with Stone and perhaps a reprogrammed Metal Sonic. All together on the run forever as a family.

Sounds like a happy ending to me either way.

METAL SONIC

Shoutout to all the fans of this little guy! I love this metallic hedgehog!

Metal Sonic is iconic ! He's a machine custom-built in Sonic's image. He plays dirty, is full of hate, and has only his sights set on defeating his organic counterpart, with no trace of empathy.

I love him and the movie can do so many cool things with him!

For starters, with Metal being built with both Sonic and Amy's quills, he has both attributes.

The fastest creature in the universe was the source of his speed ability and general traits of Sonic and Amy to be able to travel through time and her your cpu's insane ability to predict actions. He would be insanely powerful with his chaos energy punches, shapeshifting ability, and off-the-charts adaptability.

With both of their Chaos energy signatures in his database, Metal is able to track them both...anywhere, which makes the two hedgehogs prime targets.

Although Sonic is undoubtedly the one who lives in Metal's head rent-free.

He would be made by Eggman to kill Sonic, equipped with an advanced AI with the ability to learn, collect and reproduce attacks, cataloging them in databases as it was in Sonic Heroes. And of course, going back in time as many times as necessary to destroy his enemy. In addition to chasing Amy and getting the Time Stones.

Yes, Metal Sonic would have a beef with the two teenage hedgehogs, he's nothing but a hater at heart.

Metal, thematically, would be Sonic without the emotions. Without the attachment, loyalty and most importantly, empathy of the blue hedgehog. The robot would behave as the polar opposite of him, replicating only his chaos control abilities. And, as the film unfolds, he would become obsessed, thinking he is the real Sonic and that the fastest creature in the universe is just a cheap and inferior copy that he needs to defeat.

I think that, in the beginning, Sonic would see him as perfect. Reflecting his desire to suppress his emotions, Metal would be the carefree, completely selfish version. Yes, Sonic is not selfish, but perhaps he thought it would be easier if he didn't have to deal with his emotions. That they hinder more than they help, whether it's his anger leading to revenge or sadness leaving him vulnerable.

Because that would be one of Sonic's problems: the fear of being emotionally vulnerable.

But the lack of love is bad for anyone, including Metal, and it would be this hateful attitude focused on just killing Sonic that would lead to ruin.

He only thinks about destroying the hedgehog at any cost. Whether it's shooting him in the back, kidnapping and decimating an entire planet...or rebelling against his creator. Metal Sonic is incapable of feeling or understanding empathy or love.

And that will be his defeat.

I theorize that Metal will have his own agenda throughout the film, wanting to gather information from everyone - especially the movie's hedgehogs: Sonic, Amy and Shadow - to go Neo Metal. He would improve himself in search of the Time Stones and be able to rewrite history so that Sonic was never in it and rule the universe himself.

I believe that when he becomes Neo Metal and goes on a rampage to destroy Sonic and get the Time Stones, the heroes' plan will rely on exactly what he doesn't expect: camaraderie, affection and unconditional love between them. Metal is rational, not understanding attitudes such as staying behind to help his family or fight for his brothers or sacrificing himself for others. It's counterproductive. Even though he has an army of clones, he doesn't understand teamwork because these copies of him are just pawns to him.

It's going to be Sonic, Amy, Tails, Knuckles and Shadow fighting relentlessly despite the odds that are stacked against them because these kids care. About each other and about the Earth. Even if it's counterintuitive. Even with GUN hunting them. Hell, he'll even see his creator with them.

And the worst part is that Metal Sonic will never change. He was programmed to be born out of hate, out of the belief that love and connection are weaknesses. That's just who he is. And Sonic will never be able to give him a pep talk in his darkest hour to change his mind. Some people are just bad and don't want to change... even if they are capable of some good.

I think Metal's personality will be similar to the OVA. He can't stand Sonic, but he's built on his personality. So I think we can see Metal having good deeds despite everything. Remember, even bad people are capable of love to a certain extent and Metal is not stupid. He has a complex existential crisis and a tragic character. He has some foundations for change but the lack of real emotions only makes him emulate. And it gets worse with his obsession.

This little guy is going to make me cry.

SONIC AND AMY

Fun fact, I’m not a Sonamy shipper.

I haven’t played the game or read the comics. But the way that I know that Amy and Sonic can be written in this movie has a grip on me, especially with the Sonamy route kinda confirmed. Really, my writer's brain is filled with possibilities and I know this is a controversial topic and I understand, but I👏🏼 have 👏🏼thoughts !👏🏼 

Sonamy (and Amy) as a whole are very much a product of their historical context and place of creation. It doesn't please everyone and I recognize problematic aspects that exist in this dynamic, even if it has changed over the years, as well as the appeal of the various good parts.

I would like to thank in advance all of you who are reading who don't ship either because you prefer other couples or don't like Sonamy regardless of the reason in general or are just terrified of reducing Amy to a love interest for being here and hearing a different side. You are the real one ✊🏼

To begin with, what I'm going to cover here is limited to Movie!Sonic and Movie!Amy. Both of them are different from their game counterparts, taking on relevant aspects like narrative role and core personality but ultimately having their own interpretation. Just like the appeal that the duo will have in the fourth film.

Okay? Okay.

Many people rightly fear that Amy will be reduced to a love interest in a forced romantic storyline, especially since this is her first appearance. And being limited like that would be horrible for the only girl in the main group.

However, I don't see that as the case. Not only do I believe that will not be forced, but she will be essential to the story happening . Their relationship will not happen because "boy and girl fall in love." No, Sonic and Amy having feelings for each other will help the film develop in a way that not having that would make the narrative weaker.

The relationship between Sonic and Amy will be thematically relevant and deeply developed.

Why do I think this, you ask?

*Grabs 500 slides* I'm glad you did! 😃

First, the beginning of this connection starts differently from games.

Amy appears saving Sonic instead of the other way around as happened in the games, which shows that their dynamic will be profoundly different, as will Amy and Sonic themselves.

In the films, Amy will have her own arc, goals, problems and desires, making her a complex and interesting character in her own right. In addition to an altered backstory, which has already been theorized earlier, which helps to give structure to this dynamic.

She's clearly not there just to pursue Sonic and be his romantic partner. Of course, she'll probably develop feelings for him, both because that's part of the character's original essence and because a romance in itself doesn't make her or the script bad.

It's about execution. And both Jeff and the writing team have already shown that they are good at that.

The writers in both the introductory scene and interviews have made it clear that the days of Amy's worst writing are behind her. If Amy's origins show her as a damsel in distress who evolved into a heroine in her own right, Amy and Sonic will be equals from the start.

They can both defend themselves and each other. Plus, I believe Amy will be an important character in the franchise in the long run, further reducing the fear of her being just a “love interest.”

Second, I think the writing will focus on the characters' connection - not the romance itself.

My guess is that if the writers really want to sell this couple as they intend, they won’t rely on the “stereotypical romance.” It wouldn’t work. Instead, they’ll opt to show their connection, affinity, and mutual trust, as well as a shared backstory. The bond without any label.

They will be friends before anything else.

Because there is potential, a lot of potential, running that way.

I don't believe the chosen route will be that Sonic starts to have a crush on Amy just because she's a girl because we're talking about extremely traumatized teenagers here.

Let's be honest, they don't know shit about romance. These two probably won't even be aware that they're in love and will attribute the typical feelings of have a crush to just being a regular friendship (yes, denial, they'll go into denial). Which in my opinion is better because, despite the typical butterflies and meaningful glances, there wouldn't be the pressure of something more and it would give both of them space to get on the same page.

Sonic has abandonment and trust issues. Even with Tails he had some reservations at first. If anything, he's terrified and suspicious of Amy right after she destroyed those robots that almost killed him.

Amy is no better, possibly coming from a destroy home and a stressful life, and while very empathetic, she can also follow a route of not being very honest about how she feels and alternates between trying to be always cheerful - almost with a toxic positivity - and moments of anger and strong breakdowns. You know, since she is canonically short-tempered and angry.

There's no way these two are going to fall in love at first sight for no reason. No, they're going to have history, substance, and - my personal favorite - ✨ narrative parallels ✨.

As I've theorized before, Amy and Sonic have known each other before and have similar pasts. And if that's true, I believe it will be this feeling of reminiscence that will allow the two to develop a bond despite any mistrust.

This is the feeling Sonic will feel when he meets Amy for the first time, not infatuation or anything like that, but lingering familiarity. The impression that he's seen her before. And their bond would grow deeper from there.

Sonic wouldn't fall in love with Amy because she's a girl, he would fall in love with her because they were  - are - friends, because they would have things in common and would like the peace and quiet that that brings. Sonic would fall in love with Amy because that's Amy and he wouldn't have anyone but her.

And the opposite would also be true. Amy would see all the flaws, quirks, and traumas and stay anyway because it's Sonic, and she doesn't want to change him. She wants to be by his side, by the home he would become for her. On the side of this brave, kind and empathic boy.

They will not only have strong common ground, but unlike any other dynamic presented before, with a lot of potential to grow.

Since I think this Sonamy will be a slow burn.

I theorize that the fourth film will lean more on the romantic tension and friendship that this connection will provide, with anything more serious being left at the end and pursued in the future films. That this mutual understanding, this very distinct connection that they have will be explored, far beyond any label.

This will be the high point of the dynamic: the somewhat dubious nature between friendship and romantic love between two teenagers who went through similar upbringings and traumas and are fundamentally so different but who still find support, love and a safe place in each other unlike any other regardless of everything.

Sonic and Amy will bring out sides of each other that no other character could and that will be fascinating to watch.

Third, the potential for conflict .

If you watch the games, you know that despite her meteoric love for Sonic, Amy never held back from standing up to Sonic when she thought he was wrong. And I think that will be one of the highlights of this duo.

Amy and Sonic are profoundly different and this will undoubtedly cause friction. Which is great!

No healthy relationship has people who agree all the time and that causes growth. And to be honest, both Sonic and Amy are going to need to hear other sides and they're kind of the only people who can reach out to each other.

Starting with Sonic. The third film showed that this boy, despite loving his brothers very much, doesn't listen to them. Especially when he gets something in his head. The Master Emerald clash proves this. Not even Tails or Knuckles were able to make Sonic change his mind.

But Amy could do it.

And not because of the power of love like Sonic's crush, no. Amy could do it because this girl is brutal! This pink hedgehog has a strong temperament and is canonically the most emotionally intelligent character of this colorful bunch and she knows it. Not only does she know it, but she would use it.

Because the thing with Amy Rose is that she's not afraid of Sonic, yes he is her hero and references yes but above all she sees them as equals. And Amy is not afraid at all to match his energy when it comes to arguing.

If she decides this kid needs a reality check, she will do it in a heartbeat.

Because Amy is in touch with her own emotions and Sonic will desperately need to do that.

On the other hand, Sonic would do the same to Amy.

As stated, I theorize that she will place very little value on her own life in the name of what she considers the greater good, something that there is no way Sonic will let pass. He would be horrified at how Amy does not see herself as important, that someone who claims to care so much would leave her loved ones behind.

And honestly, Sonic has had enough trauma with an important loved one sacrificing themselves for his well-being (looking at you Longclaw 👀), and people sacrificing themselves for the greater good in general (Shadow 👀). Amy isn't going to be another person he's going to let slip through his fingers.

Aside from the less intense forms of differences, with Amy pointing out and advising Sonic that he needs to be more open in a calm conversation and Sonic saying that Amy needs to slow down and think more about herself, maybe one day there will be fun with the whole family gathered in the middle of the mission.

And that's the thing. Being differents, Amy and Sonic help each other see other points of view that they wouldn't have with anyone else otherwise. And that's so cool!

They would be each other's voice of reason and let's face it, they 're going to need it.

Fourth, these two have the narrative on their side.

God, I love this one. It adds the necessary thematic tension to the story and gives weight to any interaction. There's a reason Sonic and Shadow are such a big part of Sonic 3's story.

And with Amy and Sonic it would be no different.

As I said before, if Sonic and Shadow are the same person dealing with different circumstances, Amy and Sonic are different people dealing with the same circumstances.

And this is fertile ground for interesting interactions and intriguing personality clashes.

Amy and Sonic would have the same upbringing and situation: they lost their guardians very early and lived in isolation. However, the small deviations in their individual stories and their similar yet different personalities would bring another level to the narrative.

They share the fear of having to deal with painful memories and the guilt that such traumas generate. They have responsibilities to fulfill with their powers and even the same madman hunting them in real time.

But Sonic ignores emotions and sees them as a hindrance while Amy embraces hers. Sonic was told to protect himself while Amy must protect others. Sonic grew up isolated because he was guided while Amy imposed it on herself. He had quiet, boring days while she struggled through life in a big city.

Still, the loneliness is the same. The agony after years of just watching life pass you by is the same. The longing for connection is the same.

Amy and Sonic would never be the same person, yet they are similar where it matters and that makes me FERAL! They not only know what the worst parts of each other's lives are like, but the path that leads to the desire for the best ones as well. And that potential chemistry between them that makes me vibrate like a chihuahua.

They won't ignore each other, they couldn't ignore each other.

Do you see the vision?

Not only that, the affinity these two have in the films has the potential to be insane .

They can match each other freaks, your honor!

I know these two have similar inside jokes and tastes. Amy is your average teenage girl, she does the poses from magical girl manga while Sonic has superhero catchphrases. She's a musical junkie and sings (quite well) all the songs by heart, just like Sonic loves action movies. She would get his cheesy references . Hell, I can see her laughing at those awful Sonic jokes because these two traumatized teenagers have the same sense of humor.

To the level where Tom, Maddie, Knuckles, Tails and Shadow would look at each other in horror thinking “oh my god, there are two of them” (Shadow especially and with more stress in his voice and expression).

But it goes beyond the most superficial interests.

Again, Sonic in the movies has a lot of trauma. He saw his first parental figure killed because people wanted his powers, which led to 10 years of isolation that almost drove him insane. If you notice, all the most important people in this blue hedgehog's life are selfless and good people, both to people and animals. If there's one thing he values in people, it's kindness and goodness.

And guess which character has these defining characteristics? That's right, Amy Rose.

In return, Sonic can inspire Amy with his heroism and free spirit, with her admiring his world-saving actions and his love for his family. This is crucial because Sonic himself in this version is extremely empathetic, something that someone who cares about others as much as Amy would take into account.

They complement each other. They are compatible. They help each other.

Not only that, with their shared past, the bond between these two reaches a new level because only Sonic and Amy knew each other before everything went wrong. This part that will never come back and that both can use to help each other overcome what happened towards a better future.

We can see Sonic convincing Amy that no, she doesn't have to sacrifice herself and do everything alone because she has him, all the Wachowskis. See Amy, in Sonic's darkest hour , helping him and supporting him.

Then we have the ✨ parallels ✨.

God, the writers can destroy us with these.

We would start with the backstory. Friends separated by tragedies beyond their control. Loss of parental figures. Observing one's own life from the outside.

And then we have the similarity with Tom and Maddie.

Look me in the face and tell me the couple with similar temperaments are like these two with the same color scheme are not a narrative parallel. Tom, who is impatient, helpful and restless like Sonic, and Maddie, who is kind, caring and full of personality, does not resemble these two hedgehogs at all.

Tom and Maddie have elements of companionship, dynamics and even a history of sacrifices that they both made for each other to be used narratively. They are the mirror of what Sonic and Amy can be in the future. And that makes me foam at the mouth . It would also give a narrative role and depth to both of them, especially Maddie since she deserves her time to shine and would be one of the many good chances.

They could show how this kind of love requires effort and sacrifice, but can be rewarding. This would let Tom and Maddie shine as parents and guides to the potential young romance, even with their own love story told to help.

(Tom and Maddie met and fell in love because they saw each other every summer, you're going to take this hc out of my dead, lifeless hands).

But what drives me wildest is how they're able to give the running joke of Amy always being able to find Sonic and go after him no matter where he is a whole new meaning .

It's about the symbolism of Sonic, the boy afraid of abandonment with super speed to the point of moving through time and found a family, discovering a refuge in the deep bond with Amy, the girl who can find him anywhere because knows time like anyone and wants  a place to belong.

Is about how they understand what hurts the other and know that they can help.

About how Amy can give the unconditional love that Sonic is so desperately after and he can give her the companionship and family she needs and desires to thrive.

How Sonic, the child who always lends a helping hand and is empathetic to even the most despicable enemies finds a person who does the same… for him .

Someone who had his life literally destroyed by an army made in his image saying that it doesn't matter if he thinks he'll always end up hurting the people he loves, because it's not true. And even if it did , they - and his entire family - would get through it together. Because she - his entire family - loves him.

That he is worth it.

I- *Sobs violently*

THE COLORFUL WACHOWSKI BUNCH

Oh boy, the Wachowskis are going to go through the trenches in this movie, I can feel it. The dynamics of this family are going to be chaotic.

If the previous problems were external, I believe the tensions in the fourth film will be internal .

For starters, Sonic will be going THROUGH it.

The consequences of the stupid things he did will definitely come back to bite him in the butt. I believe that even though his brothers have forgiven him, I don't think Sonic has completely forgiven himself and that will cause some serious self-loathing.

We'll have GUN after him and his entire family, using as an excuse, among other things, the destruction he caused in his little revenge rampage. The moon is permanently destroyed. The odds will not be in his favor.

Then, Metal Sonic will appear. A seemingly better, problem-free and perfect version. Accompanied by an equally perfect army that goes after his family that Sonic fought so hard to keep safe, making him face the possibility of losing everything to no one but himself. A better and faster version of himself.

And to top it all off, he will have the possibility of a BAD FUTURE weighing on his shoulders, where not only he but the entire galaxy could be enslaved and/or die if he can't resolve the situation.

I theorize that for the first time since Longclaw died, Sonic is starting to think that maybe...he's not fast enough.

Or the good enough brother, son and hero. And maybe that will start to make him distance himself from everyone to protect them. And yes, not even Tom, Maddie, Knuckles or Tails would take it well, trying to make him see reason and always giving reassurances.

The family would strengthen bonds with Sonic learning that past pains cannot be changed, but love can help you overcome them and look to the future.

Relevant because as I already mentioned, with time travel, Sonic may be faced with the choice - thanks to the Time Stones - of being able to rewrite his life with the change that Longclaw never died this time (nor Shadow being imprisoned or Gerald burning the Earth, of course). But that would mean he would never find the family he has now.

Which can be a dangerous dilemma, not because Sonic doesn't love them, but between unresolved trauma and the thought that everyone would be better off without him - it can be a tempting thought. He'd have the home and family he never should have lost and no one else would get hurt (of course, this is a result of trauma - almost all the Wachowskis would be miserable).

Tom, Maddie, Tails, and Knuckles would remind Sonic that no, their lives are better with him there. Nothing can change that. Tails would be suffering, Knuckles would never have found peace, Shadow would still be suffering, and Tom and Maddie would never be as happy as they are.

And then comes the other big change in the family dynamic: Amy Rose.

See, Amy is a wild card because she's totally different from any other character.

She is a character who will not be treated as a family member or an official sibling. She is someone who will bring a new perspective and dynamic. A normality in the chaos, someone who brings a vision full of love and empathy but with a fresh and outside perspective, which will help a lot.

Starting out, she and Sonic will have a shared past that none of the other characters have had before, as mentioned. This will create a strong foundation based on mutual security. Amy's actions will affect Sonic in a way that makes him softer and more open. And in return, Sonic will share his family, the sense of home that he is so grateful for.

Leading both of them to heal together from the traumatic past, along with the rest and generating cute scenes.

Because this family is going to have their hands full!

As I said before, she has traits in common with her siblings and come on, Amy - and all of us - deserve all the platonic relationships too! The 4 of them are the core group so it's no wonder they all get along well. Not to mention it's an ideal way to get rid of the image of Amy Rose as just a "love interest".

I know Tails and Knuckles are going to be the brothers ever. Not only will they tease Sonic for having a crush, but they'll see how much better their brother is doing and be grateful to Amy.

Not only that, but I'm a big fan of the Amy-Tails-Knuckles siblinghood! Those are her brothers, your honor! It's her strong older brother and her smart younger brother! Amy has sparring sessions with Knuckles and robotics afternoons with Tails! Above all, I believe that Amy's actions can help Knuckles and Tails heal as well. Both boys have backstories that have affected them, pasts that her empathy and sympathy could help them find common ground and deal with (Shadow wouldn't escape this either, Amy has the same friend-for-all policy as the Wachowskis).

Tom and Maddie are going to go through it too. Between the weather and GUN confusion, being the responsible adults™ for all four of these kids is going to be WILD.

After all, will this couple of parents discover that their children's new friend travels through time, sees the future and is almost an empath??? 

And that their middle child, who is going through an existential crisis being chased by a literal evil doppelganger and the government, may not only be falling madly in love with her but have already met before??? And she comes from a living satellite planet with stones that rewrite time and reality???? And this girl, like their boys, also has something clearly wrong with her???

Since yes, I theorize that Amy's altruism will have a dark side to her arc and have a part with the Wachowskis.

She is not a person with a tendency to protect herself but others, a trait reinforced by her mission. And what happens when someone like that finds a family to care for? Strong sacrificial tendencies and very little self-preservation.

Amy loves so much and I believe she would give her life to ensure the protection and well-being of those she cares about. After meeting Sonic and the Wachowskis, after getting to know them and becoming attached to them - knowing everything they've been through - if she comes to a point where she has to walk away from them or sacrifice herself to protect them, she will do it.

She doesn't want to die. But she would gladly do it to save her loved ones. And I'm sorry, but if your general instinct is to die... you need therapy.

In Amy's case, the almost overwhelming concern and unconditional support of the local family 😊

Yes, self-sacrifice is noble and all, but this is likely to be concerning. All the Wachowskis would do whatever they could to prevent anyone else from dying to save the world.

Shadow will also have a handful.

I really like this boy and want him in the movie, although I fear there may not be time because this boy needs a family! Not only that, Amy is kind of important in Shadow's life and it would be criminal not to see the two interact.

Just like Amy, he wouldn't exactly be one of Tom and Maddie's children. Depending on how his story plays out, he might even find a home with Stone.

Not only that, Sonic needs to know that he's okay. Because as far as everyone knows, Shadow is dead and he deserves better. I can't stop picturing Sonic and Amy all over this poor traumatized hedgehog with so much positivity and motivational speeches that he almost wishes he'd died in space. Shadow with the rest of the heroes would be really cool, and with GUN being one of the enemies, the ultimate lifeform can finally have a less violent reckoning.

But there is still a reckoning to be made.

Not only that, the theme of love and trauma would be great for Shadow to heal from as well. Both in the form of Sonic and with Amy, who canonically reminds him of Maria, he can finally find new people to care about.

Yes, that's my Shadow-Amy siblinghood AND cousin Shadow agenda.

And with the movies possibly starting to explore the universe, what better way to do that than Black Doom's son!

Just…give me these kids interacting and destroying enemies.

And yes, neither Shadow nor Amy would be adopted by the Wachowskis. Shadow has his own things going on, maybe with Stone, wandering to know the world I don't know and Amy would probably go back to her home on Little Planet after all, or stay in New York or somewhere else in Green Hills.

But they would still family. In their own types and ways but still!

Final considerations

Thank you so much for reading this huge post with my thoughts. Feel free to send me questions and add your own thoughts. I'd love to hear your thoughts!

[potatomountain]

"Why Do You Love?"

❤️‍🩹 pairing: ex Hongjoong x gn!reader x bf Yunho

❤️‍🩹 wc: 2k

❤️‍🩹 au: idol

❤️‍🩹 genre: angst, exes to lovers.

❤️‍🩹 warnings: one punch, hurt/comfort, angst

❤️‍🩹 summary: Your ex finds out who you left him for, just before he released a song that shows just how he feels about your absence

❤️‍🩹 AN: how DARE Kim Hongjoong just drop that mv and put me in my feels so here I am putting him in some feels

❤️‍🩹 an unedited piece written during an overworked weeked at 4am every night i should've been in bed but Kim Hongjoong dictates my life so here we are

❤️‍🩹 nets: @pirateeznet @mirohs-aurora-society

❤️‍🩹 Banner made by me- would have included Yunho but could not find a Pic that matched the vibe I wanted. For other works: Masterlist

The way Hongjoong's expression crumbled tore your heart to pieces all over again. You had only seen that expression once before, the day you had broken things off with him a couple months ago. You told him then you had fallen out of love with him, and in love with someone else.

But you never said who.

Now he knew, staring at the way Yunho's hands pulled the blanket over your shoulders to cover your exposed torso as Yunho himself maneuvered himself to shield you from view.

Without looking at his elder, his Captain, Yunho addressed him, “It's usually polite to knock Hyung.”

You attempted to look at him over Yunho's shoulder, but Yunho moved to block you, meeting your gaze instead.

Both of you knew you couldn't keep it from him forever, but this wasn't how you wanted him to find out. How could you tell him that the man you figuratively left him for was his own group mate? 

“I- Yeosang forgot- offered to grab-” Hongjoong’s trembling voice was so loud in your ears, despite being so soft, that you flinched at the sound.

It wasn't like you ever wanted to hurt him, never intentionally, breaking up with him hadn't been an easy decision. Yes you told him that you didn't love him anymore but that wasn't really the case, you just realized he didn't have room for you in his life and it was hurting you with how hard you were trying to make a place. 

Touring was understandable, so was his work, but when you found yourself giving all your free time for just a crumb of his attention, it had been too much.

Especially since his own band member showed you that it didn't have to be that way. Yunho made time for you. He messaged you between locations for filming, and on breaks from practice. He invited you over for games, brought you food whenever you were waiting for Hongjoong to leave his studio, and comforted you on many occasions when you cried with the realization that Hongjoong wasn't going to text you or visit despite waiting hours.

Neither of you had wanted to fall in love with the other, but it had taken Yunho having a breakdown over Hongjoong’s treatment of you for you both to realize it had happened. 

You had kissed him on impulse, and that led to your decision that you needed to break things off with Hongjoong.

Lost in the spiral of your emotions, you were brought back by Yunho's hand on your cheek. He opened his mouth to speak but you could hear someone else calling out to your ex-boyfriend instead. 

“Shit. Shit…Hongjoong.” Seonghwa’s voice got closer and closer until he was panting in the doorway to Yunho's bedroom. . “Oh fuck-”

Seonghwa was the only one you both told, as Yunho had gone to him for advice. Which you had been following.

Break up with Hongjoong- check.

Keep away from the boys, in particular him for a few weeks- check.

See how you and Yunho click as a couple before Hongjoong finds out- also check but you both wanted to hold off until the man seemed to move on. 

This was not how he was supposed to find out. And the reason, what you all predicted would happen… did.

He was either going to implode or explode and the realization that Seonghwa had known resulted in the external conflict. 

Yunho kept the sight hidden from you but you heard plenty. He was yelling, the hurt in each word twisting the guilty knife in your gut that spurred tears.

Seonghwa shrunk under his harsh words, trying to get a word in but Hongjoong was having none of it. He started accusing you both of cheating, a few harsh demeaning words you had never heard Hongjoong say before we're now being thrown at you.

You sobbed out, covering your ears and hunching over to try and hide yourself in the blanket further now that Yunho wasn't by your side: he had stood up to intervene when Hongjoong had started insulting you.

There was a moment of silence at your sob, and then an echoing sound of skin on skin impact. Your head snapped up, Hongjoong's head twisted awkwardly to the side and Yunho's fist balled up in front of him. Yunho had hit Hongjoong.

“This was a mistake. This was-” You scrambled to put your clothes back on, feeling their eyes in you as you did. You and Yunho hadn't gotten far, it was your first time attempting intimacy past a few kisses, but of course Hongjoong didn't know that, considering he accused you a moment ago of two timing him and probably fucking Yunho whenever he was at the studio.

It hurt, and all you could think about is that you ruined their relationship, that you made their lives so much harder now. Could they even work together now? Yunho hit Hongjoong. What if Yunho got removed from the group?

Your tears made it difficult to find your bag but it was Seonghwa that held it up. Your eyes met his briefly and there was so much emotion there. He pitied you, an apology there you didn't think you deserved either, but you didn't dwell on it. You were out the door without looking at the other two.

By the time you reached the front door, you heard Yunho's harsh tone directed at Hongjoong, repeating some of the things he told you when he had broken down about your treatment. Now he seemed to be saying them to the source, angrily. 

You didn't stick around to hear how it went.

Not even two days later you saw it. His socials were plastered with it, as were the group's main socials. You expected another teaser for the upcoming Japanese release, but it was the YouTube notification from KQ you clicked on that brought you to a music video. 

“Why Do You Love?”

You should've backed out as soon as you saw his face, should've exited the video as you heard his voice- but just like everything else Hongjoong does you were captivated.

Tears were running down your cheeks by the end of the video, vision too blurry to even see the image any more.

What were you supposed to do about this? You knew, knew it was for you- but for him to release it right after he finds you with Yunho? It hurt so much.

You could only sob, the guilt on your shoulders heavier than before. The song was playing on loop as your own form of personal torture.

The worst part is he was right, you still thought of him. You still loved him, wanted him, even when you were in Yunho’s arms. 

That didn't mean you loved Yunho any less, that you would leave him for Hongjoong if he changed his ways. You didn't know what it meant.

And under all the crushing weight, you did nothing. Your inaction stretched for days, even ignoring the texts and calls of your boyfriend, and everything to do with Ateez.

You unfollowed the official accounts, even muted the apps. Your phone you kept on silent, only paying attention to work. You ghosted Yunho, and the longer that went on the harsher the guilt.

A couple weeks passed and this day felt different. It didn't… hurt as much. You braved the Ateez YouTube channel again, turning on the music Video and pulling your legs up to your chest. You stared at Hongjoong's face on the screen, letting his voice ring around you and soak into your soul.

You shut your eyes to stop the tears from falling as you murmured the last lines of the song. “No you, there's no me.”

There was a loud crash that jostled you out of your once more depressing thoughts, physically jumping and swiveling in the direction of the sound. Your eyes about bulged out of your skull at the sight of Hongjoong there, on his knees, tears in his eyes.

Yunho of all people stood behind him, attempting to mask the pain that the sight of you caused. He murmured your name, but didn't come closer.

Turning the TV off, you stood up on shaky legs. “What are…. Why are you here?” The question was directed at them both, but you couldn't look at either. 

How pathetic were you right now? When was the last time you did your skin care? Or washed the pajamas you were in. You stunk of depression, and the fact that they felt looser on you than before showed that you lost weight- reminding you that your appetite had been almost nonexistent these last weeks.

Depression does that you suppose.

“I'm sorry.” Hongjong gasped out, picking himself off the floor and making his way to you. His presence was a reminder of the last words he said and you flinched away from him.

You looked away when you spotted the hurt in his eyes by your actions. “I'm not a cheater. I never did.” You weakly defended yourself, weeks later.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth. “I fucked up. I'm sorry I really fucked up I shouldn't have said- I know you didn't cheat baby.” He reached out for you almost desperately. “I know you didn't do anything wrong-”

“Then why the video?” You sobbed out, having no energy to stop him from pulling you against his chest. The best you could muster were your hands on his chest to keep some space.

He pressed his forehead against yours, hand on the back of your head. “I wrote it before I found out. It was already in our editors hands and scheduled, I didn't remember about it until it was too late."

“Then why-”

“Because I'm selfish. I wanted all your time but wouldn't give you mine. I… they set me straight, I know now how much I was hurting you baby, I'm so sorry. Yunho shouldn't have been the one to make you happy when I was yours. That's my fault.”

You shook your head, pulling away. “It's too late. I-I ruined everything. You fought with your members and and- got physical I-”

“We've made amends.” Yunho clarified for you as he finally approached, no longer a bystander to the conversation. “And we want to make amends with you…”

You looked at them both, fresh tears in your eyes. “How? Joongie- ah Hongjoong-”

“No no, call me Joongie again. I missed it. I missed you Baby.” He nuzzled closer, rubbing his cheek against yours. “I want another chance. Please? Please can I have another chance. I'll do better. I can't… I can't do it without you.”

The lyrics of his song floated through your mind, taking your breath away. “I- but- Yunho-"

“We talked about that too.” You felt Yunho's large hand on your back, a kiss on the crown of your head. “We’re… willing to share. Especially after seeing you like this.”

Your brow furrowed in confusion, pulling away to look at them in disbelief. You expected some hesitation or jealousy, some sort of tell this wasn't true. That they hadn't really come to such a decision. Your mouth gaped like a fish out of water, trying to find words.

Yunho sighed, pulling you back to them. “Let’s clean you up first and feed you properly. You can decide then but I know you. I know you love him. I know you miss him. He’l have a place in your heart I won't but-”

“-But Yunho is special to you too. He cares for you in the way I should. Makes you happy, keeps you grounded. And without you… we’re both pretty miserable. So you need us both as much as we need you.” Hongjoong finished for him.

Yunho smirked as he pulled you to your room. “Look at you, taking Seonghwa  Hyung’s words as your own.”

Hongjoong flushed prettily, grabbing your hand and rushing to catch up. “Shut up. He's not wrong.”

You found yourself astonished how easy going they were now after the last time you saw them. Yunho chuckled at the shorter man and stuck his tongue out, the mood between them becoming playful. Enough it had you laughing, both turning to look at you in confusion.

Both had grins spreading across their faces that matched your own.

Maybe this love could work. Maybe.

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[broidobe]

𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢

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☾izzy and the reader were once in love before his fame, but after years of silence, he returns wanting to reconnect☽

⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist

you remember when it was simple. when it was just the two of you—izzy and you, before anything had the chance to change. it wasn’t about fame or recognition. it was about the music, late nights, and dreams that felt so tangible you could almost reach out and touch them. you’d meet up at his apartment or at dive bars in the city, the sound of a jukebox playing in the background, the clink of glasses and the murmur of quiet conversations surrounding you. but the two of you were in your own world.

back then, no one knew who guns n’ roses was. it was just a band with big ambitions. and you were with izzy through it all—through the struggles and the small victories. it felt like the two of you were unstoppable. he’d look at you with those wild eyes, that mischievous smile, and talk about the future, the one where he was going to make it big. you believed him, of course. you always did.

then the band exploded. one minute, he was the guy you saw in the studio, getting better every day, and the next, guns n' roses was everywhere. the tours, the interviews, the screaming fans—it all came crashing down on him. the world was now watching, and izzy became a part of something bigger than you could have ever imagined.

at first, it wasn’t so bad. you’d talk on the phone when he was free, send a few letters, but slowly, it began to fade. he’d get caught up in the whirlwind of it all, and you would try to understand, but there was a growing emptiness in your chest.

the days turned into weeks, then months. izzy stopped calling. he stopped writing. you would hear his name everywhere, see his face on magazine covers, hear his songs on the radio, but he was no longer there for you. you’d sit in your room with the phone on your lap, waiting for a call or a letter, but it never came.

you told yourself it was just the way things were now. he was living his dream. he was busy, right?

but it didn’t stop the hurt.

you tried moving on, but how do you let go of someone who was once everything to you? how do you erase the memories of those summer nights, the way his fingers would brush against yours, the way he would laugh so easily? you couldn’t, not really. you learned to live without him, though, and maybe that was the hardest part. you learned to exist without him.

years passed. you found your own way, built a life that didn’t revolve around his absence. but in the back of your mind, izzy always lingered. that small flame that never fully went out. you pushed it down, buried it deep, but there were moments—late at night or during a quiet afternoon when a song would come on the radio, or something would remind you of him—that flame would flicker again.

and you hated yourself for it. for still thinking about him. for still waiting, even though he’d never promised anything.

then, one day, the phone rang. you didn’t recognize the number at first, and when you picked it up, there was a moment of silence. then you heard a voice. his voice. it was deep, familiar, the same but different, like it hadn’t aged at all.

“hey, it’s izzy,” he said, and your heart skipped a beat. “i… i’ve been thinking about you. a lot. i’m leaving the band.”

you blinked, not understanding what he meant at first. leaving the band? after all this time?

“i just—” he sighed, the sound heavy in the receiver. “i had to. it’s not what i thought it would be, and i’ve realized i’ve been running for a long time. i need to come back. come back to you.”

you didn’t know how to respond. your heart was pounding in your chest, your mind racing with confusion. the years of silence, the pain, the heartache—it all came rushing back.

you thought about everything you’d lived through, how much you’d changed, how much he had too. but you also thought about that flame—the one you’d kept alive, buried deep but never truly gone.

izzy was here now, saying all the right things. he was leaving the fame, the band, the life he’d built for a new one. with you.

but you still didn’t know what to feel.

“can we talk?” he asked, his voice quieter now, unsure. “i just want to see you. i miss you.”

and just like that, everything seemed to pause. time seemed to stand still. the world outside faded, and it was just you, standing in the quiet after all these years, waiting for something that had felt impossible. you had the choice.

you could let him back in.

or you could keep going, as you had been, without him.

but deep down, you already knew.

[morgana-larkin]

Hi!! I absolutely ADORE your writing!! This is my first request so please don’t get mad 🙏🏾🙏🏾!!

Long story short Melissa accidentally snaps on the reader and the reader ignores her for gives her blunt responses for the rest of the day and Melissa makes it up to her 😏😏

PSA: it doesn’t have to be smut!!! That’s just the first thing that came to mind!

Hi!! I’m so happy you love my writing! And anon never feel guilty about sending a prompt, I was not mad in the slightest. I had a lot of fun writing this and it honestly took me over a day as I kept getting distracted. And obviously I’m gonna include smut if you ask for it. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I’m still taking requests, I currently have 10 prompts to get too and 3 other pieces I’m doing, so please be patient if you send one!

Side note: don’t know if the gif fits but she looks so hot with that pen in her mouth 🫠

Make Up and Make Out

Warnings: feisty Mel, swearing, smut

Words: 3.5k

You and Melissa have been dating for 2 months now. While it’s still new, you know that you and Melissa love each other even if neither of you have said those 3 words yet. The Abbott crew knows, they were the ones that set you two up when they got tired that neither of you got your head out of your ass and asked the other one out.

It’s Friday morning and you're walking in through the doors of Abbott. You walk in and immediately see Melissa stomping angrily across the floor to her classroom. You decide to go and check on her and see what’s upsetting her.

You knock and open her door. “Melissa?” You say gently and she turns to look at you.

“What?” She bites out and you are taken back but you don’t take it personally.

“I came to check on you, you seem upset.” You tell her.

“I’m fine.” She grits out and you walk closer to her.

“You sure?” You press.

“Yes I’m fine, I just want to be left alone.” She tells you.

“You don’t seem fine.” You push. And Melissa is trying not to take her anger out on you but with everything going on and you keep pushing, her anger is rising.

“Y/n please leave. I want to be alone.” She spits out.

“Mel, if something is going on with you then I’m here for you.” You tell her and then Melissa explodes.

“Y/N! I DON’T WANT YOU HERE! I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE! DON’T YOU EVER LISTEN OR ARE YOU JUST STUPID!” She yells at you and you admit that it hurt.

“I’m sorry, I’ll let you be.” You tell her defeated and you look down at the ground as you leave her classroom.

As soon as you close her door, a couple tears spring to your eyes and you head to your own classroom which is down the hallway

Melissa silently stews in her classroom until the kids get there. She ran into Joe and his new wife this morning at the gas station. She seemed really happy with him, and it just reminded her of her marriage with him. She was happy at first too, and then it slowly declined. What if it happens again with you? She didn’t want to be with you due to her issues and feelings with relationships but after getting to know what it would be like to be with you, she couldn’t stay away. She’s thinking if maybe she should stay with you or let you go so you can go live your life with someone else that doesn’t have the issues she does.

The morning passes by and she’s seen you a few times in the hall but you ignored her every time. She knows she hurt you this morning when you came to check on her and she should apologise, but too many thoughts are swirling in her head, concerning you and your relationship.

At lunch in the break room, you walk in and get a coffee ready without even looking at Melissa and she sighs. You just get a coffee with your back turned to her, Melissa stands up and walks over to stand beside you.

“Y/n?” She says and you just glance at her before resuming what you were doing. “Can we talk after school at my place?” She says to you and you furrow your eyebrows. Is she really going to break up with you.

“I’m busy after school.” You tell her.

“With what?” She questions. You originally had plans tonight to see each other so she thought that might still happen.

“None of your business.” You bite out and she sighs.

“What about tomorrow?” She tries and you roll your eyes. You grab your lunch from the fridge, grab your coffee and leave. Leaving a hurt Melissa behind.

Once you get to your classroom, you close and lock your door. You then sit down at your desk and you sigh. You bring your knees up to your chest and you curl in on yourself.

The afternoon goes just how the morning went, everytime Melissa sees you and either waves or tries to talk to you, you ignore her.

When all the students leave, Melissa sits back in her chair and sighs. She’s worried that you guys aren’t going to last much longer and it’s all because of her. In that moment, she hears a knock at her door and she looks, hoping it’s you.

“Oh, hey Barb.” She says when she sees Barb standing there looking worried.

“Hey dear.” She says and enters, she closes the door and walks over to the redhead. “I’ve noticed some tension between you and y/n today.” She says and Melissa groans.

“I know, I yelled at her this morning by accident and she’s avoiding me and I don’t blame her.” Melissa says and covers her face with her hands.

“Why did you yell at her?” Barb says and brings one of the students chairs over to Melissa’s desk and sits on it.

“I ran into Joe and his new wife at the gas station this morning. She seemed really happy with him.” She says and removed her hands from her face

“I feel like there’s more to this.” Barb pushes. “Cause I doubt you still have feelings for Joe.”

“Ya there’s more. It made me think of how happy I was with him at first, before the problems started. And I thought, what if it happens with y/n too? Should I just back out now? And all those thoughts kept swirling around in my head and she saw that I was upset and came to check on me. She tried to get me to talk to her and I kept telling her to leave me alone, and when she didn’t, I snapped at her.” Melissa says and Barb looks at her, processing what Melissa just told her.

“Melissa, I know you know this but I think you need to hear it, y/n is not Joe. Your relationship with her is different than your relationship with Joe.”

“I know, and she’s so young Barb. What if I fuck her up the way that my marriage with Joe fucked me up?” Melissa says.

“Melissa I can’t give you what you need, I can’t give you reassurance because I don’t know the future. But maybe that’s a good thing. Why worry about the future when you should focus on the present.” Barb tells her.

“Easier said than done.” She says and sighs.

“I know. But answer this Melissa, do you want to lose y/n?” She asks and that catches Melissa off guard. She was thinking at the beginning of the day that maybe you’ll be better off without her but then she got upset when you started ignoring her. After getting a taste of what it would be like to not have you anymore today, she wants to stay with you. She hated that you ignored her today.

“No.” Is all Melissa says but it Barb knew how much thought Melissa put in to that answer.

“Then you need to apologise and explain.” She tells her.

“I want to do that right now but she said she has plans right now.” Melissa says and Barb chuckles.

“She lied, she has nothing going on.” Barb tells her.

“How do you know?”

“Because I ran into her on the way here and I asked her about her plans tonight and she said she’s staying home and possibly watch movies.” She tells her. And at that Melissa gets up and gathers her things.

“Thanks Barb.” Melissa tells her and she runs to her car.

Barb shakes her head and smiles. “I love those two but they can be such idiots.” She tells herself and then leaves to go home.

Melissa drives to your place and gets out and sprints to your door then knocks. You hear the knock but you don’t feel like getting up from the couch, so you ignore it.

Melissa thinks maybe you didn’t hear it so she knocks again but louder. You hear the louder knock and you get up as someone is here to talk to you and is willing to knock twice. You open the door and see Melissa there and your heartbeat speeds up. You think maybe she’s here to end things.

“Melissa.” You say.

“Hi, can I come in?” She asks.

“If you’re here to break up with me, I’d rather you just do it here.” You tell her.

“Well then luckily I’m not here to break up with you.” She tells you and you look at her confused. “I’m here to apologise for this morning and to explain what happened.” She says and you move to the side to let her in. She walks in and goes to your couch to sit down and you join her after closing the door.

“Ok, so what happened this morning then?” You ask and she takes a deep breath.

“I ran into Joe and his new wife this morning at the gas station.“ She starts and you put an arm on the top of the couch and lean your head on your hand and look at Melissa. “She looked happy with him, and it reminded me of when he and I were married. I was that happy as well, but only for a few years. And it made me think about us and what if it happens again like it did with Joe. I don’t have the best track record when it comes to relationships. A failed marriage and failed proposal isn’t something to brag about. I don’t want to ruin relationships for you either. I thought maybe it would be best if I let you go now and you could go live your best life without me.” She tells you and you look at her surprised. “Then when you went to check up on me, all those thoughts were spiralling and you kept pushing and I snapped and I’m sorry. When you were ignoring me today, I basically got a taste of life without you and I don’t want that life.” She tells you and then looks at your eyes. “I hope you still want to be with me, because I still want to be with you.” She tells you and you stare at her, mouth open.

“What if this happens again? And that time you actually break up with me?” You ask her and Melissa looks down with guilt, it was a fair question.

“I can’t promise you what you want to hear, I don’t know what’s going to happen, and it scares me too.” She looks up at you. “But right now I want to be with you. I love you.” She says and you look at her stunned. She said it, those 3 words.

“You love me?” You ask her and she nods.

“I do, I love you very much.” She tells you and you smile at her.

“I love you too.” You tell her and she looks at you shocked then she smiles. “And of course I want to stay with you.” You tell her and she beams.

She leans forward, she cups your cheek and she kisses you. You kiss her back immediately and you run your fingers through her beautiful ginger locks.

“Let me make it up to you. I want to show you how much I love you.” She tells you when she pulls back. You look at her a little breathless from the kiss and you nod. You two haven’t had sex yet as you were taking it slow. You couldn’t believe your luck today. It started out shitty but then she tells you she loves you and then wants to have sex.

She stands up and gets you to stand up too, then she picks you up bridal style and carries you to your bedroom. She places you on the bed, then straddles your lap and kisses you deeply.

She pulls your shirt up and you two break away from the kiss for a second then go right back to kissing. She snakes her hands to your back and unclips your bra, before she gets a chance, you take it off and throw it to the ground. Melissa laughs at your eagerness then pulls back to get a good look at you. She places her hands on you and touches you everywhere. “You have such a beautiful body.” She tells you and you smile.

“You’ve only seen half of it.”

“Ya, and I love what I’m seeing already.” She says to you and you blush. She then pushes you down and you lay on your back. She kisses your lips then she sneaks a kiss on your nose and forehead and you giggle. She then goes to one of your ears and licks and sucks on it. She then goes to your other ear and does the same thing, she wants both sides to get the same amount of attention.

After, she travels down to your neck, she kisses it and sucks in the middle and you gasp and arch your back. She ends up leaving 4 hickeys on your neck, 2 on each side, before travelling down to your chest. She leaves kisses all over your chest before putting a nipple in her mouth and sucking. While sucking and licking the nipple, she unbuttons your jeans, pulls the zipper down and sneaks her hand in your jeans and underwear. She pulls back from the nipple at the same time you gasp when her finger finds your clit. She then gets off the bed and takes off your remaining clothes, goes on her knees, pulls your body towards her and connects her mouth with your pussy.

“OMG!” You say. You’ve had sex before but for some reason many girls don’t want to do oral, which is a shame as it’s your favourite. You feel her smirk after you say that and you look down at her and she’s indeed smiling. She looks up with her eyes at you and sees you looking at her, and that’s when she decides to connect her tongue with your clit. You gasp and grab her hair, she moans as you grab and pull her hair a bit. The moan vibrates on your clit and you buck your hips, Melissa has to pin you down to stop you from moving. She doesn’t stop, she knows you’re close by the way you’re shaking. You come with a gasp seconds later and Melissa licks it all up.

She gets up and takes her shirt and pants off, then motions for you to move to the head of the bed, which you do. She then climbs on top of you and kisses your lips. You taste yourself on her and you moan and grab her head, deepening the kiss. Then she slips her tongue in and you lose all thought, except the thought of her. You reach her back and you unclip her bra and take it off. You want to feel all of her without clothing in the way. Once the bra is off you put your hands back on her back and feel all over, she has such soft skin and want to be able to feel it forever. You then migrate to her front and put your hands on her stomach and feel all of it and moan. You then move up and feel her neck then move down to her chest and cup her boobs. This time she moans and you begin playing with her nipples. You break apart from the kiss and Melissa can’t stop kissing you and moves down to kiss your neck.

“Hmm Melissa, please, I want your nipples in my mouth.” You tell her and she smiles. She knows you’re more of a breast girl as she’s caught you looking at her breasts more than her ass. She pulls away from your neck and slides up a bit so her boobs are in your face. You put one nipple in your mouth and put your hand on the boob and cup it while your other hand is playing with the other.

Melissa feels as you suck and move your tongue all over her nipple and she moans. Of course all her sexual partners that she’s had have always been interested in her boobs as they’re big. But all of them never really know how to properly use their mouth on them. But it seems you know exactly what to do to make her let out so many sounds. Then she realises that all her past partners also never did something else well and she wants you to try it.

Once you’re almost done with her second nipple, she speaks up. “My love, Amore?” She says and you pull back and you look at each other. “There’s something that I’ve always wanted to do and was wondering if you’d be interested.” She says and you look at her and smile.

“What is it?” You ask her and she bites her lip.

“Face sitting.” She says and you look at her.

“With you on someone’s face or someone on yours?” You ask.

“With me on someone’s face.” She says and looks down a bit embarrassed. You bring a hand to her chin and make her look up.

“What are you waiting for then? Come sit on my face.” You say excitedly and she beams.

“Really?”

“Ya, come on.” You tell her and she strips her underwear off then she moves up, grips the headboard and lowers herself on your mouth. Before she’s fully on she looks at you concerned.

“If you need air then like tap my leg 3 times or something.” She says and you nod.

She lowers herself fully and your tongue is immediately all over her entrance and she gasps. With your experienced tongue all over her pussy, it doesn’t take long until she’s grinding on your mouth. You have to hold her legs so she doesn’t block your air flow and you move to her clit. She’s moaning and gasping as you’re sucking and licking her clit so well and she’s starting to shake. She comes 10 seconds later and it all goes in your mouth and on your face.

She gets up and moves back down and kisses you. “Thank you.” She tells you.

“Of course.” You tell her and Melissa can tell that you’re turned on so much right now and moves her hand down to your entrance and pushes a finger in. You gasp and she starts sliding it in and out and then she adds another. She adds a thumb to your clit and you’re trying to grind but her body on yours is stopping you from moving. Then you realise her body is on yours, and you could move your thigh up straight to her core, so you do.

“Oh, fuck.” She says when your thigh is putting pressure on her core. “What are you doing?” She says and slows her movements down.

“Wanting you to grind on my leg.” You say and she raises her eyebrows at you.

“How about I can grind on your leg after I make you come?” She offers and you nod and lower your leg. She speeds up her movements and you’re moaning and gasping. Not too long after you come and she slows down before pulling out of you and she licks her fingers that were inside of you. She then moves to straddle her thigh and starts grinding on it as promised. You can’t help but stare at this beautiful woman, who’s also your girlfriend, grinding on your leg. You put your hands on her hips to help and you tense up your thigh to give her more pleasure. “Oh god, y/n.” She moans out and she brings one of your hands to her boob to get more pleasure and you put your other hand on her ass and cup a cheek. “Do I feel nice and wet on your thigh baby?” She asks you and the only thing you can do is nod as the rest of your brain power has fucked off. “Hmm, you make me so wet, you and that magical tongue of yours.” She gasps out and you smile. She comes seconds later and you feel it drop on your thigh.

She pulls off of you and grabs the Kleenex on your nightstand and cleans you both up. She then lays down beside you and you both catch your breath. She looks at you and sees you’re already staring at her and she opens her arms out with a “come here” and you go and cuddle into her.

“I’m still so sorry for snapping at you.” She tells you and you completely forgot about that.

“It’s ok, I forgive you. And honestly, I forgot about it.” You say and she giggles.

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[anikaluv]

I'LL BE THERE —

❤︎︎ pairing:  Miles (e!42) × fem!reader

❤︎︎ genre: fluff

❤︎︎ cw:  stalking , Miles being a barbie kinnie, reader realizing there’s no escape lmao

❤︎︎ summary: Miles was your ex from a year ago, and you had completely moved on, blooming in your new life. So, why was he just now popping up everywhere?

❤︎︎ w/c: 800

❤︎︎ a/n: Was thinking about how Barbie has a million different jobs and went like, “What if that was Miles?”

E!42 MILES getting so frustrated in an argument you two were having; looked you dead in the eyes and spat, "If you don't like that shit, you can get up and leave."

E!42 MILES being genuinely shocked when that is precisely what you did, thinking this was just gonna be another one of the little squabbles you two were used to having

E!42 MILES realizing in the next following months that you could live perfectly without him and move on, while he, on the other hand, was going through the worst turmoil of his life

E!42 MILES deciding that whether or not you wanted him in your life, he needed you in his. So he was going to get you back no matter what

E!42 MILES turning around to greet you with a cheeky grin on his face at the cafe you’ve been a regular for the past 6 years as the barista going, “Hello precious, ¿Qué será para ti hoy? (What will it be for you today?)”

E!42 MILES ignoring your look of surprise as he jots down your usual order that he already has memorized and then has the audacity to look back into your eyes and ask, “Can I get a name for the order, please?”

E!42 MILES a few days later watching as you pull in your cart full of groceries to checkout and couldn't help but laugh mischievously when your jaw dropped when seeing that he was the cashier. (He made sure to scan your items very slowly)

E!42 MILES becoming the bus driver of the bus you took every day to work. Pulling up to your bus stop, opening the doors, tipping his hat, and greeting you with a playful smile. "Mornin', mi vida (my life), pretty day, ain't it?", ignoring your eye roll as you stepped onto the bus.

E!42 MILES who “coincidently” ditches the home gym he’s been using since he started being the prowler and starts going to the exact same gym as you, sucking in his breath when he sees you squat in those tight seamless shorts

E!42 MILES who’s happy to treat you and your niece to some ice-cream at the park inside of the ice cream truck he now works at, playfully chuckling at you as you arrogantly shoved the money into his chest.

E!42 MILES sitting comfortably in a salon chair at your normal nail salon as a nail tech, ready to paint whatever design you desire on your delicate fingers

E!42 MILES who types into his computer at your local bank as your bank teller, prepared to enter in your weekly / monthly checks when you walk in. Taking your check out of your hand to observe it, acting shocked like it’s not its about the same amount every time. “Woah, cariño (darlin’) , did’nt know my girl worked this hard.” (He was proud of you, he knew his girl could achieve anything she wanted on her own )

E!42 MILES who welcomes you openly to his salon chair at your favorite hair salon when your usual stylist “happens” to be out of town going, “Hey mami, you want the usual?”

E!42 MILES at your library organizing books loudly while you’re studying for a important exam, holding his finger at your lips when you’re about to explode and scream and whispers, “Baby, this is a quiet environment, quiet your lips f’me aight?”

E!42 MILES clocking in as your yoga instructor at your yoga studio only on the one day of the week you go, wearing a purple headband with a tight tank top and yoga pants that showed the ass you didn’t know he had. You groaning as he does doggy style shouts, “Thats it ladies! You want to really arch your back like this!” while smirking. (Kelly Clarkson’s “What doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger” is playing in the back)

E!42 MILES who works at your local mall at Nike on one knee in front of you happily assisting you put on one of the pairs of shoes, locking eyes with you the whole time wearing that smug grin he always got. (When he was finished you kicked him in the face before he got up, but lets be honest, he probably fell in love more)

E!42 MILES being on the plane you were taking to move and get away from him. Wearing his flight attendant uniform and slowly making his way down the aisles. Finally getting to you and turning to you as that cute scowl appears on your face while nonchalantly saying, “Would you like some pretzels, ma? They gluten-free.”

E!42 MILES chuckling loudly when you downright ask him why was he following you everywhere like a stalking creep, amused that you haven’t gotten the message yet

E!42 MILES picking up your chin to make you give him all of your attention, leaning down to where your lips brushed against each other, and spoke in a quiet tone no one else heard,

“Doesn’t matter where you go or what you do conejita (bunny), I’ll be there."

ENDING A/N:  Is this really extra and extremely unrealistic, damn right. But its funny.

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A/N: "Who asked for 1k of Pluto x reader hurt/comfort featuring parental issues?" you might ask. Well, the answer is: no one. But sometimes, a man must take it upon himself to create the very thing he wishes to see in the world. And I've been dealing with some nasty business lately, so you guys get some good ol' projection. But I'm fine now (for the most part)! I didn't really re-read this so I'd appreciate feedback to know whether or not this is shit. Anyway. gn!Reader is in an established relationship with Pluto in this one. TW for well... parental issues. And also financial issues because it wouldn't have been funny otherwise.

"You can always count on me"

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You looked at the desk in front of you, littered with tons and tons of envelopes, disorganized letters, bill sheets. There’s so many things you barely even knew where to start. It was all too much, overwhelming you with the pressure of all the problems that had recently exploded in your face and you were left having to deal with on your own.

It’s not fair, you thought, covering your face with your palms and letting out a sigh.

You couldn't even think straight anymore, and you hadn’t been able to have a full conversation in the whole day. You were easily irritated, and grumpy, and you spent most of your time looking into the void rather than actually doing anything.

You’re at your limit. You knew that. You couldn’t take it anymore.

You haven’t even opened all of the letters from your parents yet, let alone reply to a single one of them. You already knew what they were all saying: always the same speech, the same excuses, the same accusations. The same threats. The same half-assed apologies. Every. Single. Time.

Telling you the exact same things, each time more aggressively, in a logic that kept getting more and more distorted into something horrifying and hateful. You didn’t want to read those letters anymore, you wished they could all just disappear. You’d been thinking about contacting a social worker to help you with this, but you hadn’t found the time. Or the motivation. Even taking care of the modest apartment had been too big of a task recently.

Then there’s the bills, they weren’t going to pay themselves. You’d already picked from your savings to finish the month without starving, and your paycheck wouldn’t arrive before a few more days. You couldn’t do anything, except wait. And hope that what you’d gained would be enough to pay rent, and electricity, and feed yourself for the whole month to come.

It was all such bullshit. You thought you’d probably cry, if you weren’t so utterly exhausted.

Sinking your head between your arms, you closed your eyes to stop the world from swirling around, and tried to concentrate on your breathing. One of your friends had told you it was important. Breathing exercises. “To relax”, or whatever. You weren’t feeling like relaxing. There was way too much to do, and your future was way too uncertain for you to simply lay back and relax. Your helplessness was terrifying.

The fact that you had no control over your own life weighted you down, the obvious state of rapid deterioration in the relationship between you and your parents made you feel so broken. They had never been good to you or your sibling in the first place, but to know they might completely disappear from your life was a horrible idea. You weren’t ready for this.

You were so caught up in the spiral that you didn’t even deign lifting your head up to greet the new comer when you heard the front door open.

Pluto wasn’t exactly living here. You wouldn’t say that he wasn’t not living here either. It just wasn’t exactly official. He simply spent the majority of his time at your place – not that you were complaining. His presence was more than welcome. It was soothing to know someone was here with you, at times.

You heard his footsteps getting closer to where you were hunched on your chair, face hidden in your arms. You didn’t say a word. He stopped next to you, his eye glossing over the scattered pieces of paper all over the desk.

Extending an arm, he picked up one of the unopened letters. It was from the same persons as all of the others: your last name preceded by the mention “Mr. and Mrs.” made the identity of the sender quite clear. You knew if you looked up, you’d probably see your boyfriend squinting to read the address.

After a moment, the letter was replaced on the desk with a pained sigh, and his gaze fell on you.

You felt his fingers threading through your hair, his other hand coming to hold one of yours, thumb caressing your palm. He was so gentle with you it almost hurt. You felt so lost, and worn out, and lonely. Your family was tearing itself apart, and you couldn’t do anything else but watch in horror and scramble for a semblance of warmth. It was debilitating, this constant fog of negativity covering your thoughts.

“Sweetheart.” you heard him say, his tone gentle and loving. It was enough to shake you out of the spiral you had started to fall back into.

Pluto usually wasn’t one to use cheesy nicknames for you. He preferred your name, or a shortened version of it at best – which was the closest thing to a nickname he used most of the time, and a privilege in itself, given that he called even his closest friends by their full names. No, the corny, classic couples nicknames were only for the rare occasions where he was trying to reassure you, because he was genuinely worried for you.

You knew all of this of course, and that’s partly why you finally decided to lift your head up toward him.

Immediately, the hand that was in your hair went to cradle your face instead, and he took a step closer to you.

The expression in his eye was tender as he looked at you, detailing your features with the slightest trace of concern. He frowned. It pained him to see you in such a state, overwhelmed by all of your problems piling up on top of one another.

Slowly, he caressed your cheek with his thumb as he spoke barely above a whisper, serious and yet understanding. “Let’s sit on the couch alright? You’ll be more comfortable than hunched on your desk chair.”

He gave a squeeze to your hand with his, before gripping it firmer and pulling you up. You followed his direction half-heartedly, ending up almost flushed against him when you actually stood up.

Neither of you two acknowledge this fact, however. Quite frankly, you weren’t in the mood to acknowledge anything else than your seemingly imminent doom.

Looking down to the floor, you let Pluto guide you slowly to your own couch, before sitting down on it and pulling on both of your arms. Without a word you sat down, splayed across his laps, and buried your face in the crook of his neck.

You arms went around his waist to hold him tight against you, basking in his presence, and you felt one of his hands going in your hair while the other rested on the small of your back.

You were safe.

Cared for.

Protected.

For the first time in the whole day, it was like you weren’t alone anymore.

Pluto had never been a man of many words, and even now, he simply chose to hold you in silence. But it was enough to you. You knew he understood what you were going through, and you knew he’d always be with you to hold you through it. That was more than you could have asked for, and you cherished his comforting embrace more than anything else in this world.

You focused on his calm breathing, trying to keep the negative thoughts at bay, and relishing in the feeling of his fingers caressing your head. The two of you stayed this way for a while, in silence, until the dark-haired man took a deep breath, and confessed gently:

“I know you feel scared. And deceived. And… maybe lost, too.” He paused. You knew all of this was more familiar to him than you both wished for. “But I promise you, you won’t be on your own through it all. I’ll be here for you.”

You felt him move just enough to kiss the crown of your head, and he kept his face buried there as he added. “Trust me, I know how it feels,” his voice was soft, almost a whisper, and your name on his lips sounded like the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard. “You can always count on me. No matter what, I’ll help you get through this.”

He pressed another kiss to your head, caressing up and down your back gently, and you realized how much your eyelids had started to get heavy. Closing your eyes, you left a trail of small kisses from down his neck, to his jaw, his cheek, and finally, you lifted your head from the crook of his neck to press a gentle kiss on his lips.

He kissed you back almost instantly, his arms squeezing you tighter as you went back to lay your head on his shoulder, and whispered a small “Thank you.”

The exhaustion was starting to get to you, and you couldn’t say much more for now, because you were unable to put into words how much this meant to you. But as you laid here against him and started to doze off into a dreamless slumber, you couldn’t be more grateful to have him in your life, as your partner.

[tadc-and-md-sideblog]

"When Your Boyfriend's Also Your Best Friend"

Chapter 1: Doodles and Flirting Because Class is Boring

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Uzi was bored.

Even after everything crazy and nightmarish she’d gone through, she still had a few months left of high school before she could finally graduate and never have to sit through a stupid, dumb class ever again.

The only good thing about it, at least compared to before, was that N and V were attending now, too. They didn’t have much to learn and they didn’t have much time left to be in school, but they’d wanted some semblance of a normal life while they still had a chance. Well— N had been more vocal about all that. V hadn’t seemed to care, but she went along with the enrollment without any protest, so her stance was pretty clear.

It probably helped that her recent best friend, Lizzy, was at the school, too. It must’ve been nice to finally have ordinary friendships after the horrors hers and N’s lives had been before.

Uzi’s teacher only had one very bored tone of voice— she’d never once heard him raise it— so trying to listen to him drone on and on was hard. Although “trying to listen” was generous. Instead, she was passing the time trying to see how many textbooks she could stack without them tipping over, attempting to use her Solver to force the clock to tick faster, and speculating what would happen if all the lights in the building exploded.

Her eyes strayed to her right, and she couldn’t help a tiny smile. In the desk pushed right up against hers, N was doodling cute little pictures of dogs in the margins of his notes.

Their teacher had protested them moving their desks together. “Uzi, please keep the desks in their normal spots.”

“Bite me,” she’d snapped back, jumping up two feet to full-body hug N in protest. N had just given the teacher an awkward smile.

The teacher caved.

Now they got to sit close. At least for the classes they had together.

She grabbed her pencil and leaned over to write further down on N’s paper. Whats dog name?

N paused as she wrote, then grinned wide. He slid his crayon down the page and wrote below her words, maybe Bingo?

like the song? Uzi wrote below that.

BINGO WAS HIS NAMEO, he wrote, his expression looking like he was trying not to laugh. Uzi could so clearly imagine him singing the song, all dramatic and silly, and had to stifle her own giggles.

bingo is cute, she added on the page.

he is very cute, N agreed.

A sly smile crossed Uzi’s face, and she wrote, UR cuter

It wasn’t like she’d waited weeks of crushing on him to start dating officially so she could finally say all the random flirty things to him that popped into her head. Totally not like that. It wasn’t like it had been hard to contain herself whenever he’d done something that was just so unabashedly him, and thus cute. And/or hot. Totally.

And she was totally not taking advantage of their finally-officially-dating status to express at every given opportunity how much she adored him.

Well. Maybe she was. But so what?!

A blush appeared on N’s visor as he read her words, a stupid smile spreading immediately across his face. Fumbling for his crayon, he wrote back, I love you!!!

Fifteen minutes left in class. Uzi was used to making a scene in her classroom, but maybe melting onto the floor while screeching like an unholy demon in delight was a little too much. Especially with N here now.

She scribbled back in all-caps, I LOVE UUUUUU!!!!!!

N looked like he could’ve spontaneously combusted out of sheer happiness.

They both spent the remainder of the class too preoccupied with dumb grins and dumb blushes and hand-holding under the desk to notice that the time was quickly passing.

-

“Did you actually take any notes?” Uzi asked him as they walked down the hall afterwards towards their lockers.

“I did for the first half.” A crumpled-up piece of paper came flying from somewhere behind them, aimed straight at Uzi, but N just knocked it away with his tail and continued walking without drawing any attention to it. “I don’t think there’s gonna be a quiz for a few weeks, though. Right?”

Uzi shrugged. “No clue.”

“Can you teach me that hacking trick you do?” N asked as she stood up on a stack of books to start rifling through her locker. “Maybe we can both do that so we can just skim through each other’s memories of the classes for when we need to remember stuff for tests and stuff!”

Uzi grinned mischievously up at him. “Sure can, dude! They teach us that in Psych 102.”

N’s eyes went hollow. “Wait, they teach us how to hack each other?”

“Yep! The only useful thing I’ve learned here.” Uzi cackled. “Teacher got mad at me once for using the same skills he was teaching. In class. I ended up setting a dude’s head on fire for like a week.”

“Oh. Heh.” N scratched the back of his head, adjusting his hat slightly. “I think I remember that guy.”

Uzi paused for a moment, then slammed her locker shut and twisted to face her boyfriend head on. “Anywaaaay. Whaddaya wanna do after school?”

N’s face lit up and he clasped his hands together with a little bounce on his feet. “Can we go flying together?”

---

next up, a date in the sky >;D

[resident-idiot-simp]

Inspired by this

Ft: @steriotypicaloutlaw & @existentialgaybirdnerd

I like to imagine Simon just randomly shows up places to do things for fun since he's legally dead. A random marathon here. A random convention there. Maybe there's a thread on 4chan or something wondering who the hell this guy is

Bird- "I swear I saw this guy before, he won (extremely specific race)" and there's a whole board about him

He just shows up around the world randomly and does incredible feats and then disappears again

Bird- "This guy shows up, kicks everyone ass at ANYTHING, then disappears without a trace. He's gotta be a superhero of SOME SORT"

Someone catches him in the wild one time holding the hand of this dude with a mohawk.

StO- Imagine Gaz having followed said board, also never saw Ghost without the mask or balaclava, and then he sees him there and he's just like, "I get to see him live!" And then Price reacts the way he does and Gaz is just like, "Wait! I know mystery Batman guy?!?"

Bird- "Mystery Batman guy is my SUPERIOR OFFICER? "

But they can trace Soap they know who this guy is. Imagine like a million people from 4chan just dog pile him in every social media platform wondering who the hell the man is. Soap knows about this I also bet you money ghost haunts the thread he knows everything he does this stuff on purpose at this rate.

And he made soap promise never to say a word. So soap gas lights like he's never gaslit before. I don't know who you're talking about that is not me you're delusional. 'It is you though'. No I was never there with a person ever in my life.

Bird- "Idk who tf you think that is, but I'm way more handsome than that"

Of course they can't fool Gaz but they do recruit him into the game. Laswell also knows about this

Bird- Laswell had been on the board since it started lol

At first it was just to make sure his identity didn't get leaked and now it's just for fun

Bird- She gives them vague hints in the wrong direction, photo shopping specific events that didn't happen to make it seem like he gets out more than he does.

Bro one time the catch Ghost in Cancun just surfing. No one knows where he went after they tried to follow It didn't work.

Bird- This man has fans all around the world but they can never get a picture of him without his permission.

What really gets people is he can be found across the world in very short periods of time. People assume he must be like one of those hidden billionaires.

Bird- That's why he's Batman to them

One time they got a picture of him super injured though and now they are convinced he's a superhero

Bird- There's a whole folder of circumstantial evidence of him being hurt and everyone going "evidence he's a superhero"

He is most often found is not in ridiculous events in Scotland and that is more evidence that he's connected to John MacTavish even though MacTavish denies everything. People are unsure if MacTavish is like his sidekick or butler or secret boyfriend/husband.

Ghost convinces him to do weird events as well and dominate them just to confuse the forum.

Bird- They're both superheros in their own right just a few months later according to the forum

One time the are spotted together at a log throwing competition. Then MacTavish at an art exhibit (Ghost is barely visible in the background). Next week in Cuba doing an eating competition.

Three days later San Diego Comic-Con. No one understands anything that's going on.

Bird- Ghost and Soap have a fun time reading through all the shit. They're in full cosplay too, they're only recognized because of Soap's Instagram story the day after and then everyone explodes because they SAW them but didn't recognize them until them. Ghost as scream and Soap as Jason.

Imagine one time they just show up on TV or the news in the background

Bird- There's a parade going on in the background and they show up as performers or part of the audience. The news reporters don't catch them as they wave enthusiastically to the camera.

They come to the conclusion that they know about the forums and then it becomes trying to dig out the rat.

Bird- They try to sus out the account that could be one of them, little do they know Ghost is one of the longest running ones there so his account isn't suspected at all times.

I imagine a random selfie gets uploaded to the forum as well.

Bird- He posts a selfie from a "found" social media that just HAPPENS to be "deleted" before anyone else can access it.

The people on the forum are extremely happy though that this random probably superhero is playing along.

He shows up in the Winter Olympics next. And he crushes the biathlon by a scary margin. After he gets the gold he proposes to Soap

Soap's bio gets updated to John MacTavish Riley. Soap continues to gaslight. That has always been my full name YOU'RE all delusional.

I imagine they only get their answers possibly after they all retire

Bird- Simon gets unkilled by law and is allowed to retire with Soap. They make a video explaining how they were fucking with people for entertainment and post it to the forum and everyone loses it lol.

[factorialsotherfandoms]

In today's edition, Xisuma doing his best to dodge "plot" AKA "destiny". Like a champ. This is a long one, some bits funny, and some bits choking on guilt and grief. I tried to smatter a selection of hermits, but some just wrote themselves into place more entertainingly than others.

A scene for every cycle.

TW: grief, attempted murder, offscreen death of generic NPCs, major injuries (these are only some scenes, others are just silly)

They sit above the ruins of what was once Hermiton - of what was once Xisuma's /home/, the place he and his brother were born - watching the smoldering below. Keralis is fussing over Xisuma's still bleeding injuries, while Joe lies in the grass - fiddling with a daisy, but clearly exhausted from the rescue. His zombie friend - Xisuma has not had the pleasure of an introduction, but he /thinks/ it is the Cleo that Joe speaks so highly of - had shown up with their own army of undead, beating back Xisu's army well enough for some people to escape. A number of staff and students are scattered around, but not many. Not many at all.

Without Cleo, it would likely only be Joe who got out - not just unscathed, but at all.

It is Hypno and Bdubs who make their way over to the small group, sitting down. Hypno has Xisuma's files, the ledgers of staff and students scored through in both black and red.

Bdubs is avoiding his eyes.

"We've finished our survey," Hypno says. "Red are dead, black aren't coming back."

Xisuma glances down the lists. Too many black. Far, far too much red.

Bdubs- ah, well, a shame, but that explains that.

Before he can do something as stupid as mention it, Cleo steals his books. She passes them to Joe, who looks up from his daisy to review them with a hum.

"It's enough to work with, if you wanna," Joe says, yawning. "I've got time."

If he wants to? Xisuma is still bleeding, he hasn't even started thinking about what next.

"Most of us don't have anywhere better to be," Hypno shrugs.

"I'll... go back and round up the others," Bdubs makes excuses, the guilt thick in his eyes.

He shouldn't feel guilty; if Xisuma had known it would come to this, he never would have taken the job in the first place. Now that he did, and he's here.

"Right then!" Joe sits up, not like a normal person but more like a mummy rising from its coffin, effect somewhat broken by his clapping. "Now that's decided, logistics. Cleo, how do you feel about being joined in the swamp?"

Is that decided? Keralis and Hypno both look at Xisuma, clearly expecting him to object or something.

He might, if he really knew what was going on. As it is? As it is, he's happy enough to leave it to everyone else to sort out. He's just the warm body who deals with the paperwork - no more and no less.

---

Xisuma wakes to a woman perched on his windowsill, holding a knife in her hand. She looks about as surprised to see him awake as he is to see her; glancing at the calander, there should still be at least a few months before the next attempt on his life.

He takes that moment to put her hand away. He swallows the urge to explode her into dust, and sits up instead.

"Hello miss...?" He tilts his head. "I'm terribly sorry, have we met before? I'm terrible with faces, you see, especially in the dark."

"We haven't," she replies, and his assassin is rather young.

Xisuma is not too worried about dying just yet - destiny has decreed a final confrontation for him - but maybe he should be? Necromancy /is/ a common enough skill that he might be able to die early and still be wrestled back.

Perhaps he should avoid that; his twin will spiral even faster if he gets himself killed.

"Oh," he says, and thinks this through. It would be a somewhat obnoxious display of skill, but perhaps... "You wouldn't be here about the advertisement, would you? A bit of an unconventional way to demonstrate your skills, breaking into my bedroom like this, but it certainly proves your qualifications."

At least, Xisuma thinks it does. Last time he actually took paperwork to prove these things the university somewhat exploded, so he grabbed the papers and, well, Mumbo is perfectly well qualified for his work!

Xisuma just probably should have realised that he was applying to be a student, not a lecturer, at some point prior to the poor boy's seventh week of teaching.

Now he just asks applicants to prove themselves conpetent in their chosen field.

"Um," he sees the woman hesitate, shrug, and thankfully put her knife away. "Yes. Exactly, sir, I am glad you understand."

"I would, however, like some sleep," he tells her. "Please fill in the form on the desk, and I'll get back to you by the rnd of the week."

Satisfied his job is done - Xisuma is genuine about the wanting to sleep - he closes his eyes, and turns away from her.

He hears footsteps. They go not to the desk but his bed, before hesitating.

A frustrated growl, something thrown on the floor, then footsteps to the desk and the sound of pen on paper.

---

The world burns again. They thought they had worked out the pattern, but a sample of only two...

It was not the pattern; something else is, if there is one at all.

The world burns again. The fighting carries on.

The world keeps on burning. People keep on dying.

Xisuma screams as one of his most loyal friends is shot out of the sky.

---

"Good morning, headmaster!" Scar calls, waving vigioursly the whole time. "How can we help you? 

Cub looks over his glasses - Xisuma is pretty sure they are fake - at them both for a moment, before putting aside his work.

"I just thought I'd check and see how you were settling in," he smiles; the pair look... not exactly healthy, but definitely healthier than they did. It's good to see something positive comjng from dire times.

"Oh, it's wonderful here, isn't it Cub?" Scar glances back, and a silent conversation happens in seconds.

"Indeed, indeed!" Cub shifts to rest his chin on his hands. "We were just looking at lesson plans for next term. I have been thinking, perhaps contract law should be added."

It's clearly a dig at spmething that happened and escaped Xisuma's notice entirely; Scar raises a hand to his chest, and gasps in mock horror, "Cub! How dare you suggest that anyone is less than honest with out students!"

"It would compliment demonology nicely," Cub slips in. "We don't want students making deals they do not understand."

Xisuma is pretty sure that that will happen anyway, but he is glad that the pair are taking their responsibilities seriously; he was a little worried about that, too, but then he supposes that a potential for it is what made Etho bring him to meet them.

"Demonology is not one of my specialities, I'm afraid," Xisuma smiles. "I'll leave the syllabus to your best judgement - if you need any help, there's a good few members of staff with some experience."

Some more personally than others, but that is not Xisuma's secret to reveal.

"Of course, of course, we would be foolish to ignore such a wealth of information as is here," Cub's teeth are a little too sharp, but Xisuma is also pretty sure that that is natural.

"Exactly, my good sir!" Scar must be feeling left out, from how he joins in. "And I've nearly finished collecting up the creatures I'll need for the next lot of classes; everything is in the stables. Partitioned, of course."

"Of course," Xisuma agrees, like he actually understands. "Well, I'll leave you both to it; have a good evening, gentleman."

Both talk over each other as they make their farewells; Xisuma steps out, and pauses as he hears something else.

"Stop ruining my business ventures!" Comes one muffled voice.

"Isn't it more fun if they know what they're doing?" replies the other.

Xisuma very quickly decides that, no, it is /not/ more fun if he knows what people are doing.

He's a terrible headmaster like that.

---

"I'm sorry, Xisuma."

"It's alright; welcome back, Bdubs. I'm glad to see you again."

---

Xisuma looks Grian in the eyes. The face eyes. Not the other eyes. Eye contact is usually a difficult thing for him, but with so many eyes on the person... Well, now it is difficult in an entirely different way.

"Could you please explain this to me again?" Xisuma can feel his headache growing deeper already. "I don't mind about the portal - these things happen - but I wasn't aware any of you /could/ do that with the walls."

"In mine and Mumbo's defence," Scar takes his role as spokesman seriously, it seems. "Neither did we."

"Not Grian's defence?"

"Welllllll..." Grian puts a finger to his chin, tilting his head up to avoid his face-eyes looking at Xisuma. "I didn't know it /would/happen, but I might have at one point heard it might possibly be possible sometimes...?"

Face-eyes?

People only have face eyes, unless they are Keralis, but even then Xisuma thinks that multiple faces might be more accurate.

He reminds himself of this fact very hard, and pointedly ignores the eyes everywhere else; Grian told him he was a parrot hybrid but otherwise entirely human, and Xisuma refuses to be as invasive as to consider him anything but. It is not as though anyone else can see the other eyes, either; an unfortunate effect of being fateborn is the fact it is near impossible for hkm /not/ to see through illusions.

Still.

He reminds himself that Grian is a parrot hybrid, no more and no less.

When he thinks it hard enough... A little pop, and Grian only has two eyes.

"Oh," the whisper from his newest staff member is tiny - small, delighted, and confused.

Mumbo turns to look at Grian, Scar shifts to put himself between Xisuma and the both of them.

"See?" Scar says, desperate venom on his tongue. "None of us /knew/ this would happen."

It's not begging for their lives.

It does feel a bit like it, though.

"That's alright," Xisuma glances over all three of them - two humans and a high elf - and smiles. "However, the walls are still neon, poisonous, and pulsating. I expect the three of you to fix it by the end of the week."

"Yes, sir!" Scar salutes him. "Can we please also just say how-"

"Aaand we're leaving!" Grian nudges Scar's shoulder, trying to nudge him towards the door while Mumbo takes it as an excuse to flee. "Thanks, boss! See you later!"

"But Grian-"

"I'll see all three of you for the all staff meeting Tuesday evening."

"Oh, /fine/," Scar does as Grian was prompting, twisting his wheelchair around and towards the door. "By, sir!"

Grian leaves last.

An eye trys to reopen between his shoulder blades.

Xisuma glares at it, reminds the eye that Grian is only human, and that is all he has ever wanted to be.

---

Xisuma watches as the man in the black trench coat walks ever closer. His bandana is familiar, as is his eyes, as is the way he walks - slower now, but familiar.

The scars are not.

The grim expression is not.

The way one wing remains torn to shreds is not.

A literny of pain on his skin, pain all Xisuma's fault - pain only there because Xisuma had not yet learnt how to save anyone.

Xisuma wants to throw his arms around him, and cling to him like he is the only thing left in the world.

Xisuma wants to, but Xisuma cannot move. Just watch as he steps closer and closer and closer.

And yet, when he comes close, the man raises one hand in a wave.

"Hey, 'Suma," Hypno calls, like nothing has changed and no time has passed. "I was told you needed me. So, here I am."

---

"So Xisuma," Pearl asks, leaning over his desk with curiosity in her eyes. "How /did/ you keep atop all the repairs, anomolies, and that before me? I know Etho and Tango would trade off the post - still do, if I'm busy - but the rest?"

Xisuma doesn't know how to admit to her that they mostly just let problems burn themselves out; xB could fix a lot of things, and Joe a skilled hand at finding contractors, but the rest? The rest either people fixed themselves, or it was a punishment, or it just... was decided to no longer be a problem.

"We made do," Xisuma tells her.

The /look/ she gives him makes him pretty sure that she already knows.

---

The casualties get less severe with every cycle, but there are always some. It's the thing about an unending war; in every battle, someone will die.

Every battlefield is their home, and in most cases the hometown of one of his staff.

It's not usually as many as three.

Tango stormed off hours ago, and nobody has seen him since. Impulse is speaking with a group of dwarven women, probably representatives from the government here to ask what happened. Zedaph...

Zedaph sits beside the sheet-covered corpses, silent but trembling as he watches families one by one collect their dead, and commit them to the lava. He had been the one speed brewing to supply the infirmary while the rest fought - the one who could hear the screams as people died.

Impulse keeps looking at Zedaph. One time, when he does, he catches Xisuma's eye.

That, Xisuma understands.

He approaches Zedaph, and sits beside him. After a while the man leans over, putting his weight on Xisuma's side.

Xisuma loops an arm around his shoulder, and tries to think of what to say. His condolences? His apologies? Xisuma barely remembers what loosing Hermiton was like, the memory of it faded by every new cycle of guilt and pain.

In the end, he finds nothing to say at all.

---

The sun no longer burns yellow but red; Xisuma starts wearing tinted glasses, and pretending he cannot see.

It's been like this all cycle, anyway. There's nothing new to be known, here.

Keralis stays closer than before, but never directly addresses it. Everyone seems to know what it means, but they keep their heads down, and don't look, and keep working. Lesson plans become stricter, with less and less contextualising information. Breaks become shorter, everyone runs themselves deeper into the ground-

Joel stands there, hands in his pockets, and says, "Xisuma, you need to start getting your shit together - just look at the sky, it's not going to be long now. Stop messing around, and start /fixing this/. You employed me to get things together, but I can't do anything if you don't pull your weight too."

Joe watches them from the nearby shadows, and his eyes bore holes in Xisuma's back.

They're right, and Xisuma knows it.

But, for a little longer, he might just be able to pretend.

That he doesn't have to kill his brother.

That his brother never tried to kill him.

That this is still the beginning, not the end.

[lunariamv]

curbing yandere gojo satoru ♡ yan gojo x fem reader; obsessive + possessive behavior, manipulation, gaslighting, slight misogyny, stalking, attempted kidnapping, violence, death shoutout to the anime death battle matchup threads on reddit so i could write this dumb shitpost gone girl and breaking bad vibes accidentally (lol)

Okay, what the hell. This is not fair.

Life has seemingly cursed you if this is what your fate is. Ever since you were little, your jerk-off parents were controlling psychopaths. They prioritized the clan. It's always been about the needs of the family and never you. Your clan, a bloodline of gifted sorcerers, with incredible powers passed down the family tree. They're incredibly prestigious, and super airheaded. The childhood you had was filled with training, studying, and striving to be the best to prove your worth. Thank the gods you were able to keep your wit and you never became an arrogant husk of your former self as a result of your stressful upbringing.

Since the clan wants to breed nothing but powerful sorcerers, they try to keep the family to be strictly sorcerers of a high class… which was why as soon as you were brought into the world, you were assigned to marry someone from another powerful family. Mind you, that you had never met. A betrothal out of your control, and it was to a nameless, faceless spouse. If that wasn't already terrifying, it wasn't until you were older that you finally met them, and desperately wish you hadn't.

He's too weird for you. Gojo Satoru had given you the ick when he tried to get incredibly mushy with you. The first impression was so awful it left a permanent scar on your potential relationship, and never healed. Honestly, you didn't see how people thought he was hot. In fact, you thought he was kind of stuck up. Sometimes you'd find yourself thinking, maybe if someone inflates his ego enough, his head will explode.

You know who you actually like? Nanami Kento! The two of you met in Jujutsu High, and you've been head over heels for him ever since. He's handsome, intelligent, and stern, your ideal type. Though Gojo tried his hardest to keep you away from him, it was nearly impossible to stop your schoolgirl crush from blooming. So it really sucked when he quit being a sorcerer while you and Gojo continued on to be alumni. Still, you made time to visit him when you could. Even though Kento came off as strict at first, the two of you had pretty good chemistry.

Then one day he disappeared without a trace. Everyone who cared had written him off as the salary man who just needed a break, but you didn't buy it.

So for the past few months, you've been investigating his disappearance on your own. Gojo keeps trying to hinder you, monitoring your actions and intervening under the guise of 'trying to bond with his fiancé,' but you're pretty sure he knows something. Hell, maybe he did it.

Needless to say, you're incredibly skeptical of Gojo. Ever since you first met, he's leaned into the whole fiancé romance trope way too hard, which you despised, since you held feelings for someone else. It's so annoying, how this grown man acts like a lovesick puppy around you. Saying you were disgusted was putting it mildly, and this resulted in you rejecting his advances at every turn. Even now you're trying to push the limits on this whole 'fiancé' thing. Maybe you should just cut ties with your family and break up with him. What exactly is stopping you?

Gojo. Gojo is stopping you.

Unbeknownst to you, Gojo's been madly in love with you for as long as he can remember. Primarily due to the fact that you were strong and capable enough to be his equal. Not only that, but the fact you weren't easily phased by him drove him absolutely crazy. Even when the mask was off and he wore his glasses, you didn't treat him any differently, compared to most women who melted in his presence. He loved messing with you and trying to win your affections, so much so it's become a game to him. The sardonic, witty personality you have contrasts with him well. The two of you are clearly made for each other, so why do you play so hard to get?

Gojo was currently resting at his nice apartment. Consumed by thoughts of you, his cute soon-to-be wife. Unlike you, he was incredibly excited about the marriage. In fact, he wanted to just hurry up and tie the knot already, if it weren't for you being hellbent on trying to stall it for as long as you could. He might be considered traditional, but part of him wanted to know if he could turn you into a stay at home housewife. You'd definitely protest, seeing it as demeaning, but he liked the idea of you only being subservient to him alone. You'd live a quieter life, safely at his side, and you'd be solely for his eyes. At the moment, he was stalking- watching you on his phone tracker. It should be about now…

Oblivious to this fact, you were heading to your new apartment. Merrily, you had just gotten it and (oops!) forgot to tell Gojo about it. Before you went to the building though, you decided to get a snack at a nearby café. For the first time in a while, you leisurely went through your phone, paying more attention to your device than you normally do. It was just to do some cleaning up of apps you didn't need anymore. That's when you saw it.

What the hell is this thing…?

Never in your life do you recall installing this app on your phone. It was submerged, buried in the endless pit of your apps, as if it was playing hide and seek. At the top bar, you could see something was running, too, and it was sucking up your battery. Narrowing your eyes in confusion, you pulled up your search engine and looked it up.

Oh, it's a tracking app?

The reveal was so unsettling that you find yourself smiling. An amused yet horrified chuckle escaped you. Eyebrows furrowing, you muttered under your breath. "Oh no, get this shit off, I don't want this…" As you were saying that, you were deleting all of the suspicious looking apps on your phone. You even went ahead and did some extra research about tracking and put up some extra scans.

The white haired man frowned in displeasure upon realizing the GPS was stuck. The blip was frozen. Either it was as awful as the reviews warned, or you figured it out. What a pain. Regardless, he still held your last known whereabouts right there. Guess he shouldn't rely on technology so much and instead do things the old fashioned way, right? With that in mind, he went out to the last place the marker had placed you.

Back at your place, you were resting on your couch. You were still trying to wrap your head around the tracker on your phone. Who put that there? Gojo, most likely. He must've set it up the last time you two crossed paths, while you were distracted. While you wanted to be shocked at that reveal, you couldn't say you were surprised. He always struck you as a weirdo, to the point you were under the impression that he was borderline obsessed with you or something. It doesn't shock you in the slightest that creep would stoop this low.

Perhaps this was the tipping point you needed. After all, he just violated your privacy, and who knows what other things he's done. Holding up your phone, you called your parents to break the 'terrible' news. Needless to say, they didn't take your declaration to call off the wedding very well. No doubt this would kill relations between your family and the Gojo clan. Though, you found yourself feeling rather apathetic to the matter.

For nearly all of your life, you had taken a backseat for the good of your lineage. Years and years of enduring painstaking training, studying, and then a forced engagement for them, and for what? Virtually nothing in return. It wasn't even going to a good cause anyways, as this involuntary construction of human life served only to benefit an outdated, egocentric family tradition. The only 'good' you can argue you've done was saving lives as a sorcerer, which was just a byproduct of their success.

In that call, you told them to disown you if it pained them that much to have a disappointing daughter. To fully break away, you'd move to another country or something. Even though your intent was to sever the ties, there was a sliver of remorse deep in the recesses of your heart. Despite your cruel upbringing, you did feel some attachment to your parents. They were your family, and they were all you had. However, you couldn't marry someone you didn't love. Especially someone who was this clearly unhinged.

They were protesting all the while before you hung up. After a moment, you dialed another number.

There's a slight deep chuckle over the line. "…Well, it's about time." Gojo's voice ardently crooned over the phone. You could practically hear the smug grin on his stupid face. He sounded rather pleased that you finally called him for a change, like he had been waiting for this moment his whole life.

The cocky tone voice in his voice almost made you laugh. Almost. It seemed you beat your parents or his in delivering him the bad news.

"Hi Satoru." You said casually, as if you weren't about to drop a bombshell on him. Then you spoke the following lines. "I'm sorry, but I can't marry you."

There was a brief pause. One that drew on for an uncomfortable amount of time.

"Mm…? Did you say something, (Y/N)? I didn't quite catch that." He asked innocently. However, you're absolutely certain he heard you the first time. Even so, you decide to be nice, and twist the knife even further.

"I said," Your voice becomes more stern as you narrowed your eyes. "I'm sorry, but I can't marry you Gojo. The wedding is off."

"It should be obvious, but I'm not too fond of you, and I'd rather marry someone I actually love." The words flowed out of you like a river. A cool wave of relief washed off you as you truthfully spoke your mind. Speaking the truth felt incredibly good. For once, you felt like you were taking control. No more sitting aside, waiting for someone else to tell you what to do.

There's another split second of silence before Gojo spoke again. "(Y/N), I sincerely think you should reconsider." He drew a breath. "Think about your family, remember what this'll mean for them. Both your family and mine have been waiting for this since we were kids. Do you really want to do this to them?" He's trying to be rational, trying to convince you otherwise. If he was as crazy as you're theorizing, he must be suppressing his anger right now. Though, you're just as insane as he is. You know this'll drive him to his boiling point, and with that in mind, you continued your sprint across the thin tightrope.

"No, I'm pretty sure. Don't bother, I've already informed my parents about my decision. I hope you can forgive me for being selfish." At least you're kind enough to apologize. With that, you pulled your phone away from your ear. A digit hovered over the red button.

"(Y/N)--" Before he could reply, you hung up the call. Relief washed over you. With a genuinely content smile, you went back to whatever you were doing before.

On the other line, Gojo sat there motionlessly with his phone, the dial tone ringing in his ears. Silently, he held a haunted expression on his visage. Pale with wide eyes, it was like he had seen a ghost. It quickly faded once the anger set in, and his face twisted into a furious scowl. He's practically seething. Why are you doing this to him?! He wasn't oblivious to your tendency to reject his advances, but he didn't expect you to go this far. He'd figure you'd come around eventually, not throw it all away! All you had to do was go along and marry him. It was going to be perfect.

No, don't worry. Gojo faintly smiled to himself. This is still salvageable. He just needs to talk to you in person. Once you're face to face, he'll get you to change your mind, with a little persuasion, of course. Trying to suppress his raging anger, he calmed himself down as he swiftly walked down the streets.

Unbothered, you were laying on the couch, currently browsing the web for potential places to go. Singapore seems really good right about now…

"(Y/N)? Open the door!"

Ugh, there he is. It surprisingly didn't take that long for him to find you. To be fair, you deactivated the tracker a block down from where the complex was. He most likely found it and then asked your landlord for your door. Kinda stupid of you.

With a tired sigh, you lowered your head and fell silent for a moment. Maybe if you ignore him, he'll give up and go away.

Of course, he doesn't. Suddenly, your front door was violently kicked open. The loud slam made you gradually raise your head, drawing your attention. Your gaze flicked over to it, and lo and behold, Gojo was standing there at the entrance.

"…Well that's rude." You uttered with a nonchalant tone. Was breaking your door really necessary? Wonder what the costs are to get that fixed…

Maybe he was trying to play along, because he ended up gently closing the broken door behind him. He walked dangerously closer to you. "(Y/N), please. I'm begging you to reconsider." He spoke up. Although his voice was sultry, a smooth cadence like marble, there was a mild urgency hidden in the depths. "I love you. You're my darling fiancé, and I want you to marry me."

Standing up, you narrowed your eyes. A disapproving glare formed on your features. Perhaps in another life, or another universe, you would've found his declaration sweet. It was truly heart stealing stuff. Something that would make you melt into his arms like chocolate. Unfortunately, you wouldn't fall for it in this timeline. "How many times do I have to say it, Satoru? I'm not into you."

Tilting your head about an inch, your gaze bore into his. If he wasn't so upset, he would've been reveling over how gorgeous you looked right now. "I've officially broken up with you. So while I'm asking nicely, give up while you still have your dignity." You warned him.

Your threat garnered a low chuckle from Gojo. To him, it was nothing. While he did consider you to be 'equals', there was a clear difference in strength. He was one of the strongest sorcerers in the world, if not the strongest. While you were no doubt strong, he was much more powerful. If anything, he should be saying those words to you.

"That's cute." He nonchalantly commented with a smoldering glance. While his tone held intense admiration, the grin on his face was condescending. Either way, it's gross, and made you grimace slightly.

Despite the growing tension in the room, you refused to back down. If he was going to try to force you to be with him, you'd gladly fight against it. After all, it'd be a shame to let all your intense sorcery training go to waste. When he stepped closer, you got into a fighting stance.

Gojo stepped forward, and you anticipate it. His Limitless.

You’ve sparred with him before, so the concept of his ability wasn’t foreign to you. Taking a deep breath, you watched him carefully. Heightening your awareness, your focus sharpened, and you seemingly step out of your body for a moment. The heightened focus was like an astral projection.

The man dashed towards you in the blink of an eye. He went to strike, and you swiftly moved with a deflect. However, your counter attack doesn’t hit and you’re sent skidding back a few feet. Gojo chuckled again, and you could tell from that and his attack that he’s not taking this seriously. You’ll make him.

The two of you start fighting. Gojo engaged by trying to hit you, and his movements were fast, but you’re able to counter him to the best of your ability. Still, he’s holding back, and you figured that asshole enjoyed messing with you. Even so, you still used all your strength to fight back. If he wouldn't give his all, you most certainly will.

Meanwhile, Gojo realized you’re serious about putting up a fight. He’s been holding back as to not hurt his darling fiancé, but this was starting to become a pain in the neck. Might as well put an end to this already, even if it meant knocking you out.

In an instant, Gojo came at you. Time decelerated to a drag, and you forced your body to the side. With one swift motion, you evaded his grab for you. Following your movements, a sharp breath escaped you.

That’s when you observe the two of you had fully switched places. Finally, after dancing around him, your form was by the door, and it’s prime time to make an escape. To subtly inch toward the exit during the fight, that had been your plan all along.

Unfortunately, Gojo had long anticipated this ploy of yours. He simply played along because he could easily stop you. He raised a hand.

That’s when you call it. Limitless.

Gojo was going to close the gap and catch you. You wouldn’t be able to hit him. It was over.

Though, there was no fearful look in your eyes. They were stern and full of conviction. “That notion… I'll veto it.” You declare softly.

Silence followed your words. There was still a large gap of space between you two. What should've happened was a deletion of space, there was nothing of the sort. Caught off guard by this revelation, Gojo stopped and furrowed his brows slightly in confusion. His outstretched hand dropped about an inch.

What just happened?

His split second bewilderment opened a window of opportunity to you. Taking advantage of his stunned disposition, you spun on your heel and took off running out of the building.

Thankfully, you got the feeling in your leg back in the nick of time. You ran away.

A sigh escaped your lips. Back pressed against the side wall of the locked bathroom stall, you stared at the tile for a moment. The women's restroom of this coffee shop was empty, the only sound being the constant hum of the ventilation. Once you believed you were ready, you delved into your pocket and took out a card. Flipping it over, you read the printed numbers and inputted them into your burner phone. It was only a few seconds of ringing when the other line picked up.

You lowered the card. "I'm looking for a Hoover Max Extract Pressure-Pro Model 60."

It was burning hot in the car, so you had the windows rolled down. The cool wind blew your hair back, a reinvigorating feeling to the senses. You were driving down a long stretch of road. No other cars or people in sight. The yellow baked sun highlighted the dry, sandy grass patches surrounding you that seemed to go on for miles. With one hand on the wheel, you pushed up your sunglasses before resting your arm on the window of your SL Mercedes. Traveling to a new country was a whole different ballpark, but you were going to make it work. After being cooped up in a stuffy cargo plane, the open road was a sigh of relief.

Growing up, you and Gojo went to the same schools together to Jujutsu High. This meant he knew your sorcerer abilities pretty well. As far as he knew, your curse ability boiled down to energy manipulation.

Although the ability is labeled as ‘energy,’ the underlying truth was that's only the surface level explanation. There's more to it. The true extent of your abilities was kept a secret, thanks to your discreet, privileged family. As a child, you were told you had been graced with intense power. Though, you were vowed to keep quiet about the secret art you had.

The power to negate power.

In order to perfect it, you’ve been training it all your life. Surprisingly enough, this was the first time you’ve had a sincere reason to use it. For the binding vow that accompanies it is concerning.

At the price of negating forces of nature, altering the flow of destiny, an suitable exchange must be made. By contingency, the exchange offers up a functioning part of your body. A fair trade.

“To negate something means to willingly negate a piece of you,” your mother would tell your younger self.

The moment you cancelled Gojo’s Limitless, you had lost the feeling in one of your legs. It had gone numb, like a useless piece of plastic. In that state, you wouldn’t be able to move too fast. Thankfully, it came back quickly so you could make your escape.

For that reason, it was a double edged sword. Dangerous, but handy. You’d have to keep on your toes for the rest of your life, and you’d have to keep up your physical fighting, but as far as sorcery goes… Gojo can’t touch you. And you… can certainly hit him.

Thanks to your ability… you were able to escape him that day.

It was incredible. Being able to take control of your life, gave you a rush that you’d never think of ever having.

Once you escaped, you did everything you could to discreetly change your identity. Using your leftover riches from your family name, you were able to call in a person to help you ‘disappear.’ Gojo would never be able to track you. And with that, (Y/N) (L/N) vanished off the face of the earth. She was gone.

It was a nice, sunny day. You were relaxing at home.

It's been three years since then. By now, you should try to settle down, right? However, your cautiousness made you hesitant. If Gojo ever did come for you, the last thing you wanted was for someone to get caught in the crossfire. Like Nanami.

Upon reminiscing, you frown in realization. You never did find out anything about Nanami’s disappearance, didn’t you? Maybe he was dead after all. It wouldn't shock you if it turned out Gojo made him vanish. It'd line up with how creepy he had been thus far.

You offered him a small prayer in your mind. Hopefully he was at peace, wherever he was now.

After that, you went out onto the backyard porch. The crashing waves of the ocean ahead always set you at ease. The warm sun heated your skin. Leaning against the wooden railing, you closed your eyes, and lost yourself to the sound of nature.

"What a lovely sight." The sudden voice made you jump. What scared you the most was not that it terminated your solitary without warning, but that it took you years to forget about that cadence, until now.

Standing a few feet away on the platform, leaning against the railing, was a forbidden sight. A man that shouldn't exist in your little safe paradise. Somehow, he got here undetected, past all of your locks and security cameras.

Gojo turned to you with a charming smile. As if this was a reunion between two old friends. In a malevolent way, it was. "Though you could do much better than this, it's a nice place."

Remaining silent, you didn't say his name. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

How did he find you? Your benefactor, with no ties to the Gojo clan, changed your records, your appearance, and virtually anything that had to deal with your identity. Not a single trace was left. And yet, here he stood in your home.

Why couldn't he just leave you alone?

There were plenty of women out there he could easily have. Any of them would be happy to grant his desires, or even replace you as his estranged wife. You didn't understand why he insisted on having you.

"Why won't you give up already?" You asked calmly, an apathetic look in your eyes. At least three years have passed since you escaped the shackles of your predetermined live. Plenty of time for him to move on and find someone else. In a way, hiding was supposed to be your form of encouragement.

Between the two of you, he was much more stubborn. Arrogance paved the way for greed, and he refused to lose when it came to anything. A man with the mentality of a spoiled child. Such entitlement of course, extended to you. He didn't give up because he didn't want anyone else. Letting you go and moving on was too easy. Why settle for something he can get with ease, when it was much more exciting to chase what he can't have?

"I've already told you, (Y/N). Millions of times over…" He stepped closer while you retreated back. "I love you." His voice was warm and genuine.

"And it's a lie." You retorted with a razor-like glare. If he truly cared as much as he says, he would let you go. He wouldn't still be here. It was a selfish act, not one out of love. Perhaps he did a long time ago, but his sentimental emotions were corrupted by his egotism. "If you loved me, you'd leave me be."

"(Y/N). Why are you so selfish?" He asked, and you paused. As if a switch had been flipped, his expression grew cold. "Running away from your family, running away from me, and running away from us. You had a good life, and became a powerful sorcerer. Why would you throw that all away? For cowardice? For your insecurities?"

He held up his hand. A hopeful, promising shine was in his eyes. "I came here because I refuse to give up on you. I care about you. Come back with me, and I promise to help you. We'll get through this together. I'll make you happy." He proposed with a warm smile.

A pit formed in your stomach. Even now, he's still trying to manipulate you. Twisting the narrative to belittle your desire for freedom as an insecurity. Justifying his stalking and chasing after you as some sort of savior situation. That your autonomy was something that needed to be fixed. If you weren't so disgusted, you could see yourself laughing at the absurdity of it all. "No. I don't want to go anywhere with you." You gave him your answer.

"Aaah… that's not the right answer." He sighed with a hint of amusement. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he turned his back to the railing. Then he faced you and held out his hand.

He tried to use his ability, but you were quick to stop him. Your arm went limp, but you raised your leg. Kicking him as hard as you could, he was sent flying through the wall. He quickly recovered and got back up.

He dashed forward, and you swiftly dodged out of the way. You got a few good hits in, since he was wary to not use Limitless in excess against you. Now that he couldn't use it to protective himself, everything was fair game. You threw anything you could that was in the house. Lamps, décor, and even furniture. He dodged most of them.

"Enough with this, (Y/N)!" He called out to you. The house was nearly destroyed from all the fighting. Gojo grumbled under his breath. Now that he was aware you could nullify his ability, he had to get creative.

Suddenly, he disappeared from your vision. Heart racing in your chest, you glanced around the room and kept your guard up. There was no running outside, because he could be waiting at the exit.

You turned and sensed something. With your energy magic, you charged the tv to make it explode. Gojo emerged from the shadows and came at you. He was using his Limitless. You had no choice but to nullify it and prepare to counterattack, but suddenly, your mind went blank.

Just now, you had rolled the dice, and yielded the worst possible results. The worst part to neutralize… your brain. It made you lose.

When consciousness came back to you, Gojo was holding you in a tight grip. Pointed at your neck, the tip an inch away from your skin, was a syringe.

Gojo was breathing heavily. Pressing his built chest into your back, you could hear him in your ear. It was a good effort you put up against him, but now it was over. At last, he had you. "Let's go home, shall we?" He hummed with delight.

Before he could move, you snapped your fingers. A explosion of smoke erupted from your body, and the mass coated the air like a screen. You threw your head back, crashing into his face. His grip weakened slightly and you stomped on his foot with all your might, and jabbed your elbow into his abdomen. With a grunt of pain, he fully released you. Not wasting any time, you ran forward and dashed out the back door.

You spun around to see him emerge from the smoke to give chase. Reaching a hand into your pocket, you darted to the edge of the porch. You vaulted over wooden railing and jumped off. In your hand was a small device. You pressed the button.

A large explosion blew up your beloved home. There was a loud, thunderous crash. Debris flew in all directions, and the source was consumed in fire. Once your feet landed onto the sandy beach, you took off running.

On the run yet again. All the money you spent on disappearing the first time had significantly depleted your sources, and nearly the rest had just gone up in flames. You'd have to get creative with your next disappearance, for whatever time you had left.

As you were running, you suddenly stumbled and halted in place. The dizzy spell was so faint, it took you a second to recognize it. During that fight, the syringe must've touched you.

The unknown drug he gave you… you had no idea how much time you had until you passed out. However much time you had, it most likely wasn't enough to hide where you couldn't be found. All of your options were drying up.

Frozen, you stared at the ground. A blank expression haunted your tired features as you fixated on the gravel at your feet.

Was this it? It's all over?

Closing your eyes, you took a shaky breath. It's not. With your remaining strength, you continued running.

Gojo's manipulative speech to you, at first you completely dismissed it as nothing but deceptive garbage. It was bred on twisting your actions to make him seem like the victim. A gaslighting trap, to warp your perspective of reality, and convince you to return to him. Almost like the domains he put his enemies in. At least, that's what you originally thought. After reflecting upon it, you realized that there was some truth to his words. Even when fabricating lies, there will always be a hint of truth hiding in the cracks.

Maybe he was right.

All you've done is run away. In your youth, you fled from living a normal life to become the perfect child your parents wanted. At the expense of your childhood. You ran away from mistakes and imperfections to strive for greatness. Once that was over, you ran away from your family when they needed you most. Then you ran away from Gojo, from your relationship and your engagement. Here you were, proving him right by running away again.

If you kept going, you'd never be able to stop running. This track you set yourself upon, it was an endless one. A nonstop cycle of running on a wheel, with no destination. Gojo, while rendered vulnerable for the moment, was still immortal in the grand scheme of things. He held too much power. Untouchable and relentless, he'll be chasing you forever.

Perhaps… it was time to stop.

When you finally came to a halt, you were near the edge of a cliff. Below, the gathering ocean, crashing against the rocks. The comforting sound you had come to admire. The sun was setting in the sky, and the stars were finally revealing themselves. You've always wanted to come here, but you never found the opportunity.

"(Y/N)…" Gojo called your name. Though he sounded tired, there was a hint of teasing to it. It was the end of the line, after all. Even if you tried to jump, he could catch you. This game of tag had finally reached it's conclusion. "It's over. There's no need for this."

Silently, you met his gaze. The light breeze swept your hair as you stood still. A few seconds passed when you eventually parted your lips. "You're absolutely right." You said with a faint smile and soft eyes. "I'm done with you. Farewell, Satoru."

A bold choice of words. As much as he rather wouldn't, Gojo decided he'd have to hurt you, just so you couldn't run away anymore. Upon stepping back, you suddenly found yourself in a new space. The area around you was a celestial realm, a starry prison. He called his Limitless, and cemented you inside a domain. This way, you couldn't evade him. Even if you nullified it, he could just cast it again and again until you gave up.

So, he didn't know you were on the verge of collapsing. That was perfect.

Once more, you opened your eyes wide. They began to glow. Channeling all of your curse energy, you took his power, and turned it off.

Upon doing so, there was a sharp pain in your chest. Blood stopped pumping and your breath slowed to a cease. It was then that you lost feeling in your head, then your body. Falling back, you lost your balance and went over the edge. Your vision was growing blurry, and everything felt cold. Faintly, you could feel your body falling.

Cancelling his ability wasn't the ultimate goal. The consequences were. To negate all of his powers at once, you offered up the most important function of your body. The heart of the machine. It was held for as long as you could, and you made it.

Finally, you were away from him. To the one place where he couldn't get you. It might've been one last run, but it was something you did of your own volition. Nobody told you what to do, and you freely made your choice. Maybe Gojo could have given you a promising life, but you would never be happy. This outcome was what satisfied you. Your legs had grown tired from running, and now you could finally rest.

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The atmosphere in the room was tense, the weight of what was about to happen settling like a storm on your chest. Your five fathers had gathered around you, their expressions unreadable, though you could sense a shift in the air. You knew this day would come, but nothing could have prepared you for the words you were about to hear.

"We think it's time," one of your fathers, the oldest, said, his voice firm but not without a hint of something softer beneath the surface. "For your third husband. The last one we'll choose for you."

Your heart dropped into your stomach. The last one. This wasn’t just another marriage. It was the end of the line—your future, decided by them, just as your previous marriages had been. You glanced around at your fathers, searching their faces for a hint of reassurance, but instead, you saw uncertainty in their eyes.

"And we've made our choice," another father added, his tone steady. "Tengen has already been picked."

A cold chill ran down your spine. Tengen. The name echoed in your mind, your stomach twisting in an unfamiliar way. You had never expected Tengen, the loud, boisterous force of nature who had always made his presence known, to be the one to make this decision. But it made sense. 

You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could form a word, your father continued, "The man’s name is Tengen. He's already married to three wives, and he’s—"

"Wait, what?" Sanemi’s voice cut through the tension like a knife, his voice strained and sharp with disbelief. "TENGEN? Are you kidding me? This guy has already his own whole group, and now you want to throw him into the mix with her?! He almost got his wives KILLED a few months ago!!!" His voice was rising, the raw edge of frustration barely controlled as his fists clenched at his sides.

You could feel Daiki’s presence beside you, tense and confused, unsure of how to react. But you knew, without a doubt, that Sanemi wasn’t the only one who had doubts about this arrangement. The tension between your fathers was palpable as they exchanged glances, some uncomfortable, some determined.

"This is the choice we’ve made," one of your fathers said, his voice unwavering. "He may not seem like the best fit at first, but he’s the one we have has chosen for you."

"Just because you chose him doesn’t mean it’s right!" Sanemi exploded, his voice harsh, the fury that had been simmering beneath the surface finally boiling over. His eyes locked onto your father who had spoken, the one who had made the decision. "You want her to be saddled with some irresponsible idiot who’s already got a whole harem? He can’t even take care of his own wives! What makes you think he’s fit for her?"

"Sanemi, that’s enough!" you said, your voice trembling with a mix of frustration and disbelief, trying to get control of the situation. You felt the weight of his anger pressing down on you like a storm cloud, and for a moment, you weren’t sure what was worse—their decision or the way Sanemi was reacting.

"No, it’s not enough," Sanemi shot back, his gaze never leaving your father. "You want her to just accept this? To accept a man who doesn’t even care about the ones he already has? It’s ridiculous. He’s a disaster waiting to happen."

"Sanemi, please—" you started, but he didn’t listen. His anger had taken over, and it was clear nothing you said was going to calm him down.

"Why are we even doing this? Why don’t we just throw her into some kind of mess she’ll never get out of?" Sanemi’s voice was raw, every word laced with resentment. "If you’re going to pick someone, at least pick someone who cares. Not some selfish jerk who can’t even balance his own damn life."

The words were sharp, painful, and you could see the way your father’s jaw clenched as Sanemi’s anger grew louder.

Finally, Daiki, who had been quiet and stunned at the outburst, stepped forward, placing a hand on your shoulder as if to steady both you and himself. He looked between Sanemi and your father, trying to process the chaos around him. "Sanemi, please... this isn’t helping," Daiki said, his voice calm but firm, trying to keep things from escalating further.

But it was too late.

Sanemi, his face flushed with anger, slammed his hand down on the table, the sound echoing in the tense silence. "I’m done." His voice was low, a dangerous calm settling over him. "I can’t do this anymore. I won’t let you do this to her."

With that, Sanemi stormed out of the room, his footsteps heavy as they echoed down the hall. You stood frozen, your heart pounding in your chest. The words he’d said—they hurt, but the pain wasn’t just from his anger. It was from the realization that he truly feared for you, that he saw this new marriage as a threat to everything you had built together.

Daiki stood beside you, his hand still resting gently on your shoulder, a silent support as you stared after Sanemi. "I didn’t expect this to happen," he murmured, his voice soft, his eyes conflicted. "But he’s scared, and I think we all are. This is a lot."

You nodded silently, your throat tight as you processed everything that had just unfolded. Tensions had been rising for months, but now it was clear: your marriage, your family, was about to face a trial neither of you had anticipated.

"I’ll go after him," Daiki said quietly, his voice gentle as he squeezed your shoulder one last time before stepping toward the door. "Just... stay here. I’ll make sure he doesn’t do anything reckless."

You nodded, your thoughts swirling as you sank back into your seat, the weight of your father’s choice pressing down on you. It was all happening so fast.

And you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold everything together.

Your stomach churned as you watched Daiki leave the room, his figure disappearing down the hall. The tension in the air felt suffocating, and Sanemi’s words—I’m done—echoed in your mind over and over, twisting and gnawing at you. Done with what? What had he meant? Was he done with the entire situation? Was he done with you? The uncertainty clawed at your chest, your heart sinking deeper with every passing second.

Before you could make sense of it all, before you could chase after Sanemi to try to talk, to fix things, your fathers moved quickly, ushering you away from the painful moment. Their hands gently guided you in the opposite direction of where Daiki had gone, and you stumbled slightly, your mind still spinning from the conversation and the weight of what had just happened.

"Come, we’ve made arrangements for you," one of your fathers said, his tone unusually firm as he moved to lead you toward another room.

"Arrangements?" you repeated, confused, your voice hoarse as you tried to catch up with them, still dazed from the emotional whirlwind. You wanted to question them, to demand answers about what had just occurred, but you couldn’t get the words out. The knot in your stomach made it hard to breathe. You had just witnessed the tension between your husbands reach a breaking point, and now it felt like everything was unraveling.

"We’ve brought in a seamstress to fit you for your new outfit," another father explained, his expression unreadable. "You’ll need to look your best tonight."

Your heart stopped in your chest as the words sank in. Tonight?

"You’re meeting Tengen," one of them added, his eyes sharp. "Not as his coworker anymore. Tonight, you’ll meet him as his fiancée."

The words hung heavy in the air, thick with expectation, and they hit you like a slap to the face. The reality of what was happening tonight was settling in, and it made everything else feel like it was slipping out of your control. Your fiancée?

"But I—I don’t understand," you stammered, still trying to process the storm of emotions. "I thought I was already... married. I thought I was—"

"You’re knew it was a possibility we would pick one more." your father interrupted, his voice gentle but commanding. "It’s time to solidify the next step in your future with him. And for that, you need to be prepared."

You swallowed, the weight of their words pressing down on you as they continued to guide you forward. “I did.. I just thought we would talk about it before hand like adults. Instead of flipping my entire life over.” The implications of what they were saying hit you all at once. This was no longer about your current husbands—about the small family you had built, about the delicate balance you had tried so hard to maintain. This would be about two preestablished families and them somehow needing to blend together. 

The seamstress was waiting when you entered the room, her presence surprisingly gentle, though the tension in your chest made it difficult to appreciate her calm demeanor. She stepped forward, offering a smile, but you could barely bring yourself to return it.

"Let’s get you fitted, shall we?" she said, her voice sweet but firm, trying to coax you into the process as though it was just another part of your day. She motioned for you to sit as she adjusted the materials she had laid out.

You were barely aware of what was happening around you, the fabric of the gown being lifted and draped over your form. Your fathers stood in the background, watching you with quiet eyes, perhaps trying to understand the storm that was clearly raging inside you, but none of them spoke. They didn’t need to. They knew you were struggling, but they also knew this was the path you were expected to be on, and they couldn’t stop it. Not now.

And yet, even as the seamstress worked around you, a part of your mind was elsewhere—on Sanemi, on Daiki. What did Sanemi mean when he said he was done?

The last two years had been full of ups and downs, but you had felt it all. The connection, the struggles, the quiet moments of joy, the pain of watching your husbands try to navigate a world that wasn’t quite built for their love. But now it seemed as though you were being pushed into something far more complicated, something that had never been part of the plan you had envisioned.

The seamstress’s voice broke through your thoughts as she adjusted the final touches of the outfit. "There," she said softly. "You’ll look perfect for tonight."

You looked at yourself in the mirror—staring back at you was a woman who didn’t quite recognize herself. This wasn’t you anymore. You weren’t just a wife to your husbands, you weren’t just navigating a delicate balance between love and duty—you were about to step into a role that felt foreign and suffocating. You were his fiancée. Tengen’s fiancée.

"Are you ready?" one of your fathers asked gently, but there was no real choice in the matter. They weren’t asking for your approval, they were telling you what needed to happen next.

You didn’t know how to answer.

The mirror reflected someone you didn’t recognize. The woman staring back at you was dressed in a finely tailored gown, elegant and formal, every inch the fiancée of someone important. Your stomach twisted in knots as you ran your hands over the smooth fabric, the weight of the dress settling on your shoulders like a heavy reminder of everything you weren’t ready for. You hadn’t felt this way in years—dressed up and expected to play a role that felt more like a stranger than yourself.

You turned away from the mirror, your breath unsteady. Sanemi... your heart ached just thinking about him. Where is he? The thought was a gnawing pain in your chest, twisting and turning, making it harder to breathe. You wanted him here. You needed him here. You wanted Daiki by your side, to ground you, to remind you that everything was going to be okay. But here you were—alone in this moment, being pulled into something that felt so far from what you had hoped.

"I can’t do this," you muttered under your breath, your hands trembling slightly as you tried to adjust the fabric, as if trying to pull yourself out of the weight of it. Your voice was quiet, barely a whisper, but you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

One of your fathers stepped forward, his expression kind but serious. "It’s not about what you want right now. It’s about what has to happen. Tengen’s family works differently than ours. You know that. The two of you will have to learn to make it work." His voice was calm, but there was a finality to it, as though this was the way things were, and there was no escaping it.

"But I don’t understand," you whispered, your voice cracking as you looked up at him, feeling like you were on the edge of something you didn’t want to be a part of. "When I met Sanemi and Daiki, it was different. It didn’t feel like this. I wasn’t… paraded out like some prize to be shown off. Why is this so different with Tengen? Why does it feel so wrong?"

Your father sighed, a slight shift of discomfort in his posture as he exchanged a glance with the others. "Tengen’s family has always operated on a different set of rules. He’s the head of his family, and when you marry him, you’ll need to understand that. The structure is different. You’re not just marrying a husband—you’re stepping into a role, a partnership that involves more than just love. It’s about power, responsibility, and creating something that benefits the whole family."

You felt the weight of his words like a stone pressing down on your chest. Power and responsibility. Those words weren’t meant for you, not the way they were meant for Tengen. You had always thought of yourself as an equal in your relationships with Sanemi and Daiki. You had never felt like you had to conform to a hierarchy. But now, hearing this from your father, it felt like everything was being turned upside down.

"Why now? Why this marriage?" you asked, your voice rising with frustration, your fingers clutching at the fabric of the dress as if it might provide some comfort. "Why do I have to be with someone I don’t even know yet, someone who already has three wives? It doesn’t make sense. I don’t want to go through with this, not like this."

One of your fathers, a kinder face among them, placed a hand on your shoulder. "I know this is hard. We all know it’s hard. But it’s the way things have to be. This is about more than you. It’s about all of us."

You blinked at the weight of those words, your mind spinning. More than you. All of us. The pressure on your chest intensified. "But what about me? What about us?" you choked out, the tears threatening to fall.

You had always been an equal in your relationships with your husbands, free to make your own choices, free to be yourself. And now… now you were being asked to become part of something so much larger than yourself. To play a role you didn’t feel ready for, not in your heart.

Your father’s eyes softened, though his resolve remained strong. "You’ll learn to adapt. You’ll make it work, just as you’ve made your relationships with Sanemi and Daiki work. Tengen’s family is different. It’s harder. But you’ve always had the strength to rise to the challenge. You’re more than capable of this. You just need to trust in the path we’ve set for you."

You felt the tears welling up in your eyes, but you didn’t let them fall. Not yet. You clenched your fists, taking a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. This wasn’t about what you wanted anymore. It was about what was expected of you, about what the family had decided.

The dress, the expectations, the overwhelming sense of change—everything felt like it was too much all at once. And you felt small.

"Okay," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I’ll go. I’ll do it. But I still don’t understand why it has to be this way."

Your father nodded, his hand still resting gently on your shoulder. "I know you don’t. But in time, you will."

The room fell silent again, the weight of the moment hanging heavy between you and your fathers. It was clear that this night was not just about Tengen—it was about your place in this family, and the responsibility that came with it.

And as they began to guide you out of the room, the knot in your stomach didn’t loosen. If anything, it tightened.

Sanemi stormed out of the room, the anger radiating off him like an electrical charge. Daiki watched him go, his expression a mixture of concern and resignation. He had seen Sanemi like this before—when things got too overwhelming, when his pride was bruised and his emotions surged. But what hurt the most was knowing that this wasn’t about you at all. It was about the shifting balance of power, of sharing you with another man, and the complicated feelings that came with it.

Daiki took a breath and followed him, his footsteps measured but firm. He found Sanemi in the garden, pacing like a lion in a cage, his fists clenched at his sides. The cool evening air did nothing to quell the heat in the man’s chest, and Daiki knew the storm inside him wasn’t anywhere near done.

"Sanemi," Daiki called softly, walking toward him but not pressing too hard. "We need to talk."

Sanemi turned sharply, eyes blazing, his chest rising and falling with quick, sharp breaths. "I’m done," he spat out, his voice thick with frustration. "I can’t do this anymore. First you, now Tengen!? Another man to deal with? I already have to put up with Tengen’s fucking flamboyance at work—now this?"

Daiki’s expression didn’t change, but the understanding was clear. He knew exactly where Sanemi was coming from. He had heard the frustration in Sanemi’s voice, felt it in the tense air between them. Daiki wasn’t blind to the struggle Sanemi was facing. The situation was difficult, and Sanemi had every right to feel the weight of it. But what he needed was someone who could ground him, not feed into the anger.

"Sanemi," Daiki said again, his tone calm, almost soothing, as he stepped closer. "You can yell all you want, but that’s not going to change anything. You know that."

Sanemi huffed, his hands balling into fists, and he took a step back, almost as if the last thing he wanted was to hear calm reasoning. "It’s not just about Tengen. I didn’t sign up for this. I didn’t sign up for more men, more… bullshit. I want to focus on what I can control, on Y/n... not another damn husband in the picture."

Daiki nodded slowly, acknowledging the truth in Sanemi’s words. "I get it. It’s overwhelming. But you did sign up for this. We both did." His voice was firm now, his eyes never leaving Sanemi’s. "When we decided to be in a relationship with her, we made the choice to share. You can’t just decide to walk away every time something gets hard."

Sanemi’s jaw clenched at Daiki’s words, and he turned away, pacing again, clearly struggling with the frustration. "This isn’t like before. This is Tengen. That man is ridiculous. He’s loud, he’s flashy, and he’s always in your face. I’m already dealing with him every damn day at work. Now you want me to accept him as one of her husbands? Hell no."

Daiki stepped forward, standing in front of Sanemi, blocking his path. "You’re angry, and I understand that. But you need to stop acting like this is just about you, just about your comfort." He took a slow breath, meeting Sanemi’s fiery gaze. "If you love her, you need to calm down and be able to support her through this. This isn’t just about what you want, it’s about what she needs, too."

Sanemi’s face tightened, and he turned away again, trying to control his emotions. But Daiki wasn’t letting him get away with it this time.

"I’m not saying it’s going to be easy," Daiki continued, his voice softer now, but still firm. "We’re both in this together. You, me, and her. It’s a partnership. We made that decision, remember? You and I both agreed to love her and support her. And we can’t just walk away when things get tough. If we’re going to make this work, we have to be in it for the long haul."

Sanemi stopped pacing, his shoulders slumping slightly. He stared at the ground, struggling with the words Daiki had just said. But Daiki could see the shift in him. The anger was still there, but it was starting to cool, replaced by a quiet frustration and exhaustion.

"I get it," Sanemi muttered after a long pause, his voice thick with emotion. "I don’t like it. But I get it. I want to support her. I do. I just… I can’t stand the idea of her getting pulled in more directions. I don’t know if I can handle it."

Daiki took a step closer, his tone gentle but insistent. He reached out and placed a hand on Sanemi’s shoulder, a grounding force. "You don’t have to handle it alone. We’re both here, in this. We’re doing this together. But if you’re going to be part of this, you need to step up, for her and for the family we’re building. And you need to trust that it’s worth it."

Sanemi didn’t respond immediately, but Daiki could see the internal struggle, the wrestling between his pride and his love for you. It wasn’t easy. It was never going to be easy. But it was a choice. And Daiki knew Sanemi was starting to realize that.

"You’re right," Sanemi finally said, his voice softer now, though still tinged with frustration. "I just… I need time. I need to figure out how to deal with this, with Tengen, with all of it."

Daiki nodded, his hand still on Sanemi’s shoulder. "You’ll figure it out. But you can’t do it alone. We’re in this together. All three of us. Don’t forget that."

Sanemi met his gaze again, this time with a faint understanding in his eyes. He wasn’t there yet, not fully, but Daiki knew he would get there.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, Sanemi’s restless pacing slowed. His mind, which had been swirling with anger and frustration, began to clear, though the tension still lingered in his body. He hadn’t realized how long he’d been out here until he noticed the fading light. The quiet evening had settled in, and the once-vibrant colors of the day were being replaced by the cool, calming shades of dusk.

Sanemi ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his jaw tightening as the reality of the evening hit him. The dinner with Tengen was fast approaching, and it was the first time you would be sharing a meal with him as your fiancé. The significance of it wasn’t lost on Sanemi, and he knew his earlier outburst wasn’t helping matters. He was angry, yes, but he couldn’t let that ruin the evening—especially for you.

"Shit," Sanemi muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing as the last remnants of daylight slipped away. He glanced at Daiki, who had been patiently standing by, waiting for Sanemi to work through his emotions. “We better get inside. We need to get ready for dinner. She deserves us both there tonight, especially with Tengen at the table."

Daiki’s expression softened, and he nodded in agreement. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s not easy, but we have to be there for her. We’ll get through it, together.”

Sanemi sighed, running his hand down his face, a mix of exhaustion and irritation settling in. “I still don’t like this. I don’t want her to think I’m okay with all this… Tengen stuff. But if I’m going to be a part of this, I’ve got to stop being such a damn child about it.”

“You’re not a child, Sanemi,” Daiki replied calmly, his tone understanding. “You’re just struggling with the change. It’s hard, but you’re going to be there for her, even if it feels like a lot to take in.”

Sanemi glanced back at the house, the lights inside now visible as the sun disappeared entirely. “Let’s go. I need to get my head on straight. The last thing I want is for her to think I’m going to screw this up tonight.”

Daiki smiled faintly, walking alongside him as they made their way back toward the house. "You’re not going to screw it up. You’re already trying, and that means something."

Inside, the atmosphere was a stark contrast to the heavy air outside. The house was filled with soft light, the smell of food wafting through the air. You were already preparing, your expression a mixture of excitement and apprehension. You could feel the weight of what this dinner meant, but you were also aware of the tension between your two husbands. You could only hope that tonight would mark a step forward for everyone.

Sanemi took a deep breath as he stepped into the room, trying to shake off the last of his anger. Daiki, ever the calm one, gave him a reassuring glance before turning to you. "We’re here," Daiki said quietly, his voice carrying the subtle promise of support.

Sanemi looked at you, his eyes softening slightly, but still guarded. "Sorry for... you know, earlier," he muttered, his usual confidence dampened by his realization of how much he’d let his emotions dictate his actions. "I know I can’t keep acting like this."

You gave him a small, understanding smile. “It’s okay, Sanemi. We’ll get through it. One step at a time.”

Tengen, ever the flamboyant figure, was already seated at the table, his grin wide as he looked over at the three of you. His energy was high, as always, but there was a subtle shift in his demeanor tonight. He wasn’t just the same teasing coworker you had known for years; tonight, he was something more—your fiancé, a new chapter of your life.

Sanemi felt a knot tighten in his stomach, but he knew this was what needed to happen. He’d made the decision to be part of your life, to be a part of this unconventional family. He had to step up now.

As you all sat down for dinner, the atmosphere was a mix of tension and anticipation. Sanemi was still uneasy, but Daiki sat by his side, steady and unwavering. For the first time, the three of you were together in a way that was entirely new, a beginning of something that would take time to settle into but would eventually become a part of the fabric of your lives.

Tengen, ever the smooth talker, raised his glass in a toast. "To new beginnings," he said with a grin, his voice booming through the room. “And to our future together.”

Sanemi exchanged a glance with Daiki, both of them silently acknowledging the unspoken challenges ahead. But tonight, they were here. Tonight, they would support you, no matter how complicated everything seemed.

With a deep breath, Sanemi raised his glass as well, his tone quieter than usual but steady. "To new beginnings."

And, for the first time in a long while, everything felt like it was on the verge of becoming something new, something they would have to learn how to navigate—together.

[bloodstainedsapphic]

crush + garreth pretty pls <3

Garreth Weasley + Crush this was from a long time ago, but life happened and now I'm inspired to get creative and come back! if i'm late, pls forgive me! also, i found my groove here when i wrote it from the perspective of you developing a crush on him. enjoy!

Upon meeting Garreth, you didn't take him too seriously. He was cute, sure, but also quite the harbinger of chaos in many of your classes, especially potions. He was known as the class clown by many.

It was only your luck that you kept getting paired with him in potions class, as you seemed to be the only student left who wouldn't tear him a new one when his 25th experiment exploded. It just wasn't in your nature to be anything besides supportive. His dream had to begin somewhere, did it not?

After the anticipated explosion finally happened, you took a warm cloth and started to dab Garreth's dress shirt meticulously to remove forming stains. "As if you needed to wreck another shirt, Weasley," you teased. "The face you make when you're focused is cute," he said.

Hold the fuck up. Your concentration flitted from the stain and up into his green eyes, which looked down at you with an amused yet adoring expression. You didn't even realize you had a concentration face!

"I- I- thanks. All clean now!" you stammered out, removing the cloth (therefore your hand) from his chest and looking away, your face turning as red as his hair. He had done it. That sweet little comment made you realize you had a massive crush on the bloke.

Suddenly, you were nervous about every class you shared with him. An urge to impress him that hadn't been there before now flooded your every rational thought, and it only became worse since you were now aware that you were next to him in almost every class.

Garreth, sweet as ever, noticed you stiffen up but had no clue why. "No need to be so nervous, love, it's just a basic charm. You'll kill it!"

Meanwhile, you're just trying not to notice how nice his hands look while he's speaking to you. He talks with his hands a lot.

A few weeks of sheer torment pass before you can muster up the courage to confront the fact that this curly-red-headed boy was at the forefront of every dream of yours at this point.

Getting to class before anyone else could arrive, you left a note on his potions station. Unsigned. How bold. You had purposefully seated yourself as far across the classroom as possible this morning and left it, which was noticeable considering your spot had been next to him for the past month.

The bugger, always second to enter, walked up to his station without a care in the world, but just before he sat down, a troubled look washed over him, and he stopped to look around. His gaze settled on you. He addressed you with a cheeky grin. "Please tell me I didn't scare away the last person willing to work with me in our year. I'll miss you, love. Is there any way I can get my buddy back?"

Oh god, oh god, oh god. You sheepishly pointed toward the note Garreth had yet to notice, your plan for discretion failing more spectacularly by the second.

His eyes searched for your target and landed on the note, raising a brow and picking it up. Wordlessly, he unwrapped the letter and scanned the page. It was concise, saying 'i like you.'

Almost immediately, his head snapped up to meet your gaze again, this time far more stunned. Pointing to himself, he silently mouthed the words. "You, like me?"

With a sheepish smile and flushed appearance, you nodded and mouthed back. "I like you," and then gestured to yourself, silently asking if he reciprocated.

The Gryffindor boy was stunned into silence. Garreth breathed and rested his hands against his station to collect his bearings. After a moment that ached on for a century, he did something entirely unexpected. He pulled out his own notepad and quill.

You watched him painstakingly etch his own note, which he then folded with the utmost precision as you waited for what seemed to be ages.

Finally, with the goofiest, lopsided grin you had ever seen Garreth wear, he walked over and set the folded note you watched him write down in front of you.

You gulped and looked down, reading the exact words you had written him, but in his own handwriting instead. 'I like you too.'

"Now, will you come be my potions partner again? No one will take me!"

You wholeheartedly accepted and let him drag you back to your shared station, hand in hand.

Couldn't have worked out any sweeter, you reckon.

[anonymouspoltergeist]

50 Backstory + past+ child Pierce HCS

He was probably a big observer to the point he was just stalking people. (Child)

He wasn't really a noble as a kid, but he lived in an area where there were a ton of nobles passing through or living nearby.

He stalked anyone he deemed interesting enough since he didn't have anything to do besides swordsmanship and hanging out with his older brother and some friends. (Child)

He knows basically everything about everyone but no one either acknowledges it or knows

He would be a giant doomscroller if TikTok and phones existed on daemos.

He had a small social circle containing 3 girls and 5 guys. 2 of those boys are his brothers and one of the girls are his sister.

When I say he stalked people, he stalked anyone HE thought seemed interesting. The 8 year old noble? Stalked. The 89 yr old black smith? Stalked. The 4 year old girl who sits around a stand which Pierce is 80% sure is the kid's parents? Stalked. (Child)

The habit of stalking he had was mostly innocent (obviously not fully BCS he's stalking people), until he realized he could probably use this information to sell. Illegally. (Child)

Want to know who the 60 yr old noble on his death bed had an affair with when he was 42 specifically? Pierce knows it because the man mentioned and joked about it while on the way to a brothel. (child)

Pierce was considered poor. He wasn't homeless and completely broke, but selling personal information helped him get some extra cash his older brother didn't wanna give him.

HAHAHAHA ORPHAN BOY

His parents kinda just disappeared one day, One moment they were just 20 feet away from him and when he looked back...gone. there's no answer to this.

Also where his stalking thing came from! He got worried that if he stopped watching people they'd disappear.

No one on daemos is mentally alright so, Everyone's a bad influence.

He became a knight when his oldest brother died and his other older brother went blind due to an accident.

Pierce was young during the time he started knighthood, around 16.

He was the youngest in the base he was usually mostly stationed in and considered the 'kid' of the knights there

The knights thought he was a bit spooky but he's one of them so 🤷‍♀️

He stopped being a stalker and eased out of that there

He made friends with a few people eventually

A battlefield thing happened and he watched his closest friend's head explode and another soldier he saw as a father get burned alive.

He went SILENT. After that.

He remembers the look in his eyes as he fell before the body's head combusted.

He sees that look in every person he harms, Fear, panic, stress, shock, the need to live.

It was the reason he kept living but if death came his way, he'd open it with open arms without a fight.

If he needed to, He'd give up his own life to protect another's life he values.

he HATES the king. Mostly cause of everything but. Also because he can

"I'm so hungry I could eat *the woman the king had an affair with*" "why do you know that, General."

He once stalked a human camp, Got taken hostage for a few months, learned Spanish and Egyptian from them.

He still falls into bad habits very rarely.

Very cat coded

Comes from a sunny desert like environment mixed with forest nearby

He got a lot better overtime but he still struggles with his mentality

Does the Daemos equivalent to cigarettes

avoids summits like the plague, Usually hides and waits them out with Rhal.

Biggest crash out as general

"THIS IS WHY YOU CANT EVEN KEEP ALL OF YOUR AFFAIRS HIDDEN AND TRACKED, I DOUBT YOUR WIFE EVEN CARES ABOUT YOU."

The king sees him as not the same as equivalent, not deserving of being higher, and not below royalty. Mostly because Pierce genuinely couldn't stand the king to the point he just switched up around him.

Pierce keeps a journal to track everything he learns, The journal could cause so many executions and the fall of the kingdom.

he was a normal kid before his parents died, after, he talked a lot less and started watching and stalking people, he talked a bit more and stopped stalking people after he became a knight, after his friend and father figure went kaboom, He went silent completely until he felt better after everything.

He's traumatized and has a few things. Just I'm not sure what it is and he doesn't either.

Neurodivergent, Just look at his character

He used to wear yellow but switched to blue because it was his friend's style of clothing.

He talks to his old friends and his brothers occasionally, not a lot but it's something.

he would kill the king if he could.

Major beef with the king, makes sure the king knows real well.

More popular than the king and well liked among the people

He thought the queen was forced to marry the king, "I cannot see a woman of beauty willingly marry...the thing."

He respects Asch and Rhal, "It's sons are loud and very...destructive to their own way. But better than him."

And lastly!!!

Pierce, as a kid, would make his brothers make homemade frozen ice pops because he couldn't do it alone. It was easier to ask them to make it.

I have so much more