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The Midnight Club - Season Two

I'm very disappointed that Netflix has decided not to pursue a second season of THE MIDNIGHT CLUB.

My biggest disappointment is that we left so many story threads open, holding them back for the hypothetical second season, which is always a gamble.

So I'm writing this blog as our official second season, so you can know what might have been, learn the fates of your favorite characters, and know the answers to those dangling story threads from the first season.

So for those of you who want to know what we were planning to do, here's a look at what would have been season 2!

AMESH Season 2 would open with Amesh, his glioblastoma advancing quickly. He would tell the first story of the season, but would be struggling to make it through. We'd focus on his love story with Natsuki for those first few episodes as it becomes clear that Amesh's death is imminent.

Meanwhile, Ilonka is trying to reconcile how she was fooled by Julia Jayne, all while falling further in love with Kevin, and she realizes he may be fading faster than he lets on.

Ilonka begins a serialized story in an effort to encourage him to "stay alive a little longer," like he did in season one. And the story she tells is... REMEMBER ME.

This was the thing I was most excited about for this season.

REMEMBER ME is one of my all-time favorite Pike books - it tells the story of a teenage girl who is pushed off a balcony, and awakens as a ghost. She has to navigate being a spirit while trying to solve her own murder. We would have stretched this story out over 5 episodes. We were going to use it as a vehicle for Ilonka to try to come to terms with the fact that she is going to die, and to begin to trying to wrap her head around being a ghost... but this is the coolest part... the lead character of Ilonka's story wouldn't be played by Ilonka. She'd be played by...

Anya.

Because this is how we live on, isn't it? In the minds of those we leave behind. And Ilonka would use REMEMBER ME as a way to imagine her dear friend Anya, waking up as a ghost, navigating the afterlife. And this sets up one of the best mechanisms of the show - even if a character dies, as long as they're remembered by members of the club, they live on in their stories.

As the story starts to pick up steam, though, the group will have to deal with the death of Amesh, which he greets with grace and bravery.

In his final moments, he sees someone in his room - the Janitor from the first season, as played by Robert Longstreet, who says comforting things to Amesh even though he can't respond.

In his final, final moments, the SHADOW descends upon Amesh, and he is engulfed into it, which reinforces the idea that the Shadow is DEATH...

With Amesh's death comes something that upends the entire thing: a NEW PATIENT. We didn't work out too much about who this would be, but it would be a new roommate for Ilonka. Someone taking Anya's old bed. Ilonka would find herself being initially cold to her - just as Anya was when Ilonka arrived. Even feeling like this new girl shouldn't necessarily be ushered into the Club. But of course they would develop a beautiful friendship over the course of the season. The new girl joins the club, where something else exciting is happening - Cheri is telling a story. We hadn't decided which one, but I think it might have been MONSTER.

Natsuki would be the next to die, which would be heartbreaking. And again, she would talk to the janitor just before it happened... and again, the Shadow would come in the final moments.

For Spence, though, things would take a different turn.

The advancements in HIV treatment in the late 90's would come into play, and we'd see his prognosis change. The HIV cocktail came out in Dec 1995, and we really wanted to explore that.

Spence would ride the swell of antiviral advancements, and by the end of the season, he'd no longer be classified as terminal. In the finale of season 2, Spence would leave Brightcliffe just like Sandra did in Season 1, heading off to manage his disease and live the rest of his life.

But onto the BIG MYSTERIES of the season one... here are some answers: What is up with Dr. Stanton's tattoo and bald head? Well, a few things. First, Dr. Stanton is actually the daughter of the original Paragon cult leader, Aceso. Her nickname was Athena, she wrote the Paragon journal that Ilonka found in S1. She turned on her mother and helped the kids escape, but because she was part of the cult in her teenage years, she had the tattoo.

It was her initials that Ilonka found carved into the tree in season 1 (her maiden name was Georgina Ballard, hence the G.B. that Ilonka finds carved in the tree).

She hated what her mother became, and the atrocities of the cult. She reclaimed the property after her mom was gone, and wanted to change it into a place that celebrated life. She was trying to undo her mother's legacy and leave something behind that was beautiful. She is wearing a wig at the end of S1 not because of a sinister reason, but because she is undergoing chemo. Dr. Stanton has cancer. Having helped so many people deal with disease, she now has to deal with it herself.

Her treatment would be successful, and she'd go into remission, but having to face that - while caring for the terminal kids at Brightcliffe - was going to be a very introspective arc for Stanton.

What about the Living Shadow? It's Death, right? Well... no.

At the end of the season, Kevin will die... followed shortly by Ilonka. And as she is dying, two things will happen. First, she'll find herself talking to the Janitor, played by Robert Longstreet... and she'll make a discovery.

HE is Death. And nothing to be afraid of. It turns out no one else ever saw this character. Stanton has a cleaning service, and the Nurse practitioners make up the rooms - the only people who ever saw this mysterious Janitor were the patients. He is Death, and offers them kind words before they die. Then what was the Shadow?

This is an idea we take directly from the book REMEMBER ME, and we'll see it play out in the final moments of Ilona's final tale. In Pike's book, Shari is pursued by a dark entity called The Shadow. When it finally catches her, though, it turns out it is not a bad thing at all.

The Shadow is THEMSELVES. It's the Unknown. As it engulfs someone, in the last moment of their life, it takes them through a place of understanding and catharsis, preparing them for the next step.

THIS is what happened to Anya in S1 when the Shadow finally reached her - that's why she fantasized a life beyond Brightcliffe, which ultimately let her find acceptance of her death. It looks different for everybody, depending on their mind-set - because it is simply an extension of themselves.

The Shadow is just the final catharsis, a return to our original form - it is a moment of true understanding, and once we experience it, we move on to the next place.

We see the Shadow in full effect when it finally comes for Kevin. KEVIN DIES with Ilonka at his side, and it leads to the biggest reveal of the season:

Who were the Mirror Man and the Cataract Woman?

They were Stanley Oscar Freelan and his wife, who built Brightcliffe (fun trivia, he is named after the real-life Freelan Oscar Stanley, who built my favorite hotel in America - the Stanley Hotel. The Stanley is also the inspiration for THE SHINING!).

But more than that... there's a reason that Ilonka only sees Stanley in the mirror, and sees the Cataract Woman whenever she looked at Kevin. This is something else we took from Pike's original book... these aren't ghosts, but glimpses of PAST LIVES.

Ilonka WAS Stanley Oscar Freelan, and Kevin WAS his wife. They've lived many lives this way, and are true SOUL MATES - they always find each other, and they always fall in love. In this life, they knew it would be a short one, so they agreed to find each other in the house they built. They've been "remembering" who they are, and glimpsing their former selves in reflections, and sometimes when they look at each other. This is also why Ilonka's very first words to Kevin in S1 were "Do I know you?" and why Kevin thought she was familiar as well. They are two souls who always find each other, again and again.

The story is this: Stanley was dying, and built this cliffside home hoping that the seaside air would help him. It did, and he far outlived his prognosis (this is also true of the real-life Freelan Stanley). However, his wife began to succumb to dementia.

She would wander the halls, looking for him ("Darling!") and would even forget to feed herself ("I'm starving...") and she eventually refused to leave the basement. Heartbroken for her, Stanley painted the walls to resemble the woodland view, and the ceiling to resemble the night sky, so that it would be a little more beautiful for her.

He also painted a labyrinth on the floor, which was a technique used to try to curb the effects of dementia. She'd walk the pattern of the maze and it was believed it could help her cognition. Eventually, she developed frightening cataracts, but Stanley loved her through it all.

They were soul mates.

So while they seemed scary in season 1, that was just how Ilonka and Kevin's mind were trying to remember their pasts. We even had their faces distorting in ways consistent with how memories degrade over time. When the Shadow comes for Ilonka, and gives her this understanding - this "remembering" - she realizes she has nothing to fear. She and Kevin will shed these personas and be reborn, and have the joy of finding each other another way. The Shadow comes for her, Death takes her gently, and Ilonka goes off with Kevin back into the cosmos, ready for their next incarnation. The series would end with Cheri telling this story to a whole new table of patients, including our new series leads. Most of our original cast now would exist as stories, a story told to the next "class" of storytellers at the table, all of whom we will have met by the end of the season. A story called "The Midnight Club."

Well, that's it... that was what we had in mind. It's a shame we won't get to make it, but it would be a bigger shame if you guys simply had to live with the unanswered questions and the cliffhanger ending. I loved making this show, and I am so proud of the cast and crew. Particularly our cast, who attacked this story with incredible spirit and bravery each and every day.

But for now, we'll put the fire out, and leave the library dark and quiet. To those before, and to those after. To us now, and to those beyond.

Seen or unseen, here but not here.

I'll always be grateful that I got to be part of this Club.

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my hot take on the awful nuclear war movie discourse is that i do actually think there is a way to create a critical but sympathetic biopic abt the jewish leftist/communist scientists involved in the manhatten project, who at the moment of 1942 did earnestly (and had reason to) view themselves as part of an urgent struggle against global nazism, and which can cut thru the usamerican imperialist apologia hero-fetish impulse and lay bare the genocidal devastations left in the wake of continuing us counterinsurgent militarism across the continent and pacific (which means addressing the anticommunism!) w/o resorting to white man existentialist handwringing. such a film however, would not be politically commensurable as a bajillion dollar summer blockbuster directed by christopher nolan!

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Satisfaction of the Dark Side

Pairing: Darth Maul x Sith Spy Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, pre-Phantom Menace, established relationship, cockwarming, neck kisses, teasing, brief oral, gentle sex

Word count: 1.4k

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A/N: Gentle sex with Maul? Well yes, yes it is.

You sensed him before you heard him. His anger, and even more his frustration. It was to be expected as the Zabrak was just getting back from another lecture from his Master.

The door opened and shut behind him, followed by the fast steps of his heavy boots stumping against the hard steel floor.

"How was the lesson?" Judging by his mood you could very well guess. Still you sat up on the bed and looked at him. He was in the process of removing his black robe, getting ready for bed after a long day.

"Tiresome. But valuable." Maul was never particularly talkative after his training sessions. "How was your trip here? I heard you came in a few hours ago." You sense some of his anger easing, but the frustration still lingered.

You stretch your hands above your head, "Surprisingly uneventful. One would expect that the Jedi Council would be more aware of a spy in their midst."

Maul hummed in agreement, "My Master called them blind. However I think there's also something to be said about your... performance skills." He smirked a little as he walked toward the bed, his pants falling to the floor as he talked.

Your eyes land on his half hard cock, "I think it's not the sort of performance you have in mind, but thank you."

"Both involve your talented mouth." You scooted over to make room for him on the bed, already licking your lips, thinking he's gonna get on his knees. Instead he laid to his side and used the Force to pull you against him, "Though tonight I crave something else." His hands traveled down your back, to your front, untying your belt and dipping inside your underwear, taking them down your legs the more they descended.

You sighed as you felt his blunt nails dig into the soft flesh of your thighs, his cock sliding against your stomach, his hot lips finding your neck, sharp fangs nibbling on your skin just a little before kissing the same spot again and repeating the process elsewhere.

"This is annoying." He mumbles into the fabric of your top, teeth and lips closing around a piece of it and pulling, snapping it against your skin.

"Then you need to let me take it off." There wasn't much urgency in your voice though, the feeling of his hot mouth and hands across your skin too pleasant, too addictive. It seemed that he shared the same sentiment. His hands returned to your shoulders and pulled you up, straddling your thighs, keeping his cock firmly pressed between your bodies. You chuckled into his ear, hands trailing up, down and across his muscular back, "You're needy. I like needy."

"Speak for yourself woman." His lips find yours at the same time his nimble fingers dip underneath your top to take it off. Begrudgingly lifting your hands to let him take it off. He flings it across the room, giving you another kiss before making his way down your body while pressing onto your chest with his hand, signaling you to lay back down. As he's moving further down he uses the Force to completely remove your underwear down your legs while also parting your thighs for him. Once he's facing your cunt he glances up at you with a smug smile, "Haven't even touched and you're already dripping wet."

"Maybe you should touch me then." You don't bother to hide your lust for just that. You've been apart for weeks, you've gotten so used to his fingers, his cock filling you up that your fingers can never quite seem to do the trick, always leaving you wanting more. Wanting him.

Maul licks his lips hungerly, "Perhaps I should." His mouth and tongue make good on his words, expertly finding your clit, his lips closing around it do suck briefly before the tip if his tongue flicked across it. You sighed at the contact hips raising to meet his mouth. However he only stayed down there for a few minutes, kissing, licking, sucking but no penetration yet. When he pulled away with his chin glistening you groaned and tried to pull him back. He used the Force to pin you back down, applying pressure on your clit as well.

"Bastard." He only laughed at your attempts to fight it off but he was stronger than you in the ways of the Force. "Just fuck me already."

Maul tilted his head mockingly, "No."

"No?! What do you mean no?" You wrapped your legs around him, sure this was some sort of joke. It had to be right? He wouldn't just not fuck you after all that.

"I'm tired." He let out a small laugh.

"You don't look tired." You looked down at his very hard cock. It gave a twitch at the attention. Maul just shrugged, "You're cruel."

"I know. But I was serious about needing something other than your mouth earlier. Turn on your side for me." He motioned with his head, his eyes following the bounce of your breasts as you huffed and quickly did as he asked. Honestly you were curious about what he had in mind.

"Good girl." The praise only made you hornier, and more irritated that he wasn't doing anything about it when he wound you up so much.

You felt the bed dip behind you and his body pressing against yours, legs tangling together as his arms pulled you closer, one arm under you and around your stomach, the other resting on your hip. You could still feel his cock, hot and slightly wet, pressing between your ass cheeks.

Maul's hand moved from your hip to your inner thigh, lifting it up just a little so his cock can slide in between. You moaned as you felt his broad head against your clit, his length parting your folds and rubbing between then, gathering wetness and slick. When you felt the tip pushing against your entrance you had to fight with every fiber of your being not to sink onto his cock full force. Instead you let him go in slow, inch by inch until his hard, thick cock was fully enveloped in your cunt, "So warm in there. I missed this feeling." His lips kiss the back of your neck, "I think I'll stay like this for the night."

"S-Stay like... oh! Maul!" You didn't expect his hand to move back to between your legs from your thigh, rubbing your clit between his middle and point finger in slow, agonizing circles, while keeping the rest of his body completely still.

"Yes? I said I wasn't going to fuck you. Never said anything about not making you come. Just make sore to stand still, or I'll stop. Understood?" He pressed hard, almost making your hips jolt into his hand, hungry for more.

"Yeah." The word is almost a lie, it takes every bit of your sel-control not to back up against his hips.

"Good." He lavishes your neck with bites and kisses as his fingers resume their work on your clit. It feels like its been an eternity since you felt him like this, its so good. Too good. Too much for you to hold off. You come around him, walls tightening and spasming around his cock, making your thighs sticky and wet. Maul groans and growls against your neck, hips jolting just a little, just enough for his length to hit that sweet spot inside you and make you see starts as his warm cum floods your insides.

Force you're amazing." You breathe in and out, your breath short and fast.

Maul smiles against your neck, "I thought I was a bastard."

"Your charm helps. Among other things." You clench around him again and hear him bite back a groan. "Also I demand you pay me back for indulging you."

"I'm sure that can be arranged tomorrow. All day if you'd like." The promise of the two of you having sex for an entire day made that dull ache return at the pit of your stomach. "You have my word." He sealed the promise with open-mouthed kisses against your shoulders, before his hand made it way under your neck and tucked it closer to his neck.

"You better not break it then." All day. Just you and him. Force knows you both have the stamina for it.

You can hardly wait.

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bitches will write a domestic au and include sukuna too like mf the only domestic that bastard knows is domestic violence

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— GOODBYE, MY LOVE

⤷ featuring : geto suguru (mentions of gojo satoru, ieiri shoko and nanami kento)

⤷ warnings : major jujutsu kaisen manga spoilers and a bit of angst

⤷ form : imagine

⤷ published : 19 march

⤷ pronouns : not mentioned

⤷ word count : 0.7k

⤷ request : Hehyehye, can i request an imagine with a female reader; where she’s Geto’s girlfriend/classmate and they’re spending their last moments together before he ends up leaving (after Geto is charged with his crimes)

⤷ barista’s notes : let me admit, i've been hating the layouts of my writing but i have no idea how to like 'solve it' anyways, watch me scroll on pinterest for hours to see how i can fix this feeling ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ also i don't think i'm really good with angst writing but that's just my opinion....

It seemed to be a bit too quiet.

Too quiet for Suguru's liking, but what can he do when it was 2 am in the morning.

Softly twirling the ends of your hair, Suguru couldn’t help but begin to admire the shine of the strands before his eyes slowly shift from the strand of your hair to your eyelashes before moving to the apple of your cheeks that were still flushed with a rose hue, ending his journey to your lips that were a little chapped, making him remember how you would alway apply a layer of your favourite chapstick since you hated the feeling of your lips being dry, yet he didn’t mind at all. For some strange reason, Suguru didn’t mind your chapped lips since he knew he was the one to moisturise them the second his lips met yours, but secretly he also did enjoy the taste of the artificial sweetness that came along with the product.

However, right now, Suguru’s body felt the heaviest it has ever been causing him to force himself to balance on his arm since he didn’t want to crush you with his body, worried that he could hurt you like he did with his parents just a few hours ago. Even though he knew that you wouldn’t mind his body on top of yours like you have experienced throughout the time of your intimate relationship, Suguru couldn’t help but believe that this weight he was experiencing will crush you the second he let loose.

“You know you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met right?” Suguru whispered as he let your hair slip from his grasp. “You are so beautiful that I want to take you with me,” he continued before wrapping his arms around your bare body, making you unconsciously sign at the warmth that was comforting you right now as you snuggled against his naked chest, feeling the way your legs tangled with each other, as if you were savouring this moment.

“But I can’t do that, because who is going to take care of Satoru and Shoko if I’m gone,” Suguru mentioned as he began to recall all the times where you put your classmates in place even though you were the youngest out of all of them. “How are you going to take care of Nanami if I take you with me?” Suguru questioned again, yet this time it seemed as if he was asking himself this.

Gently placing a light kiss on your temple before resting his forehead, Suguru felt a single tear drop from his eye to your cheek.

Suguru wasn’t scared about the path he had chosen to walk on, nor he was scared about the consequences of his actions. Suguru was scared of leaving you alone.

He wasn’t stupid. Suguru knows you can defend yourself and how to fight - you were a sorcerer after all like him - but there was still a part of him where he was afraid that you were going to fall into the hands of those ‘monkeys’ that he once vowed to protect. He didn’t want to leave you all alone in this cruel world to survive for yourself. He wanted to convince you to follow him, so he could protect you and continue this love that connected you both heart to heart and soul to soul.

Suguru wanted to make his vision of this relationship come true, he wanted to live with you, marry you, have children with you.

Even the simple things he wanted.

He wanted to stay by your side. He wanted to hold you whenever he wanted. He wanted to kiss you, love you, even breathe the same air as you.

Suguru wanted nothing more but to have you.

He wanted nothing but to have a normal life with you like you had mentioned to him when you both snuck out of your dorms one night to have a weird timing picnic - he still recalls the scolding you both received from your teacher Yaga when he found you both sleeping outside since you were both late for class.

But he knew that he couldn’t and this was the one time he couldn’t let his selfishness control his actions.

Stroking the apple of your cheek, Suguru couldn’t help but smile with glassy eyes once he got a full view of you resting in his arms while your arms tight around him, keeping him from moving away even when he needed to leave you so soon.

“I’m so sorry, please forgive me,” Suguru pleaded before tightening his hold, nervous of the days where he was never going to be by your side again.

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in another lifetime [getou suguru x reader]

pairing: getou suguru x fem reader

genre: angst

warnings: spoilers for the prequel + hidden inventory arc and on, mentions of manipulation and coercion; heavy focus on the topics of death, mortality, and grieving; generally sad content bc this is angst and when I go in I go in

word count: 2.6k

overview: you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, but not like this.

notes: if it makes you feel better, there will be a comfort fic put in the queue after this world of pain :’)

There’s a strange stillness to the air.

For a moment, it feels as if you’re stuck between seconds. Waiting for the next breeze to rustle the leaves of the lush trees towering above, waiting for the birds to share their songs once more, waiting for the next beat of your own heart against your chest. Your body feels hollow, your mind silent, fingers and toes numb.

It’s almost like a dream.

You half-expect to turn and see him sitting beside you, a bright smile full of life on those beautiful lips of his, an undying love in his kind eyes, a gentle blush dusting his cheeks framed by long, ebony strands of silky hair. The face you’re met with is the same, but the smile has lost its purity. Eyes their adoration. Cheeks their rosiness. And that hopeful glance you seem to have developed a habit of sending towards his forehead brings a cold wave of reality to once more knock down the walls of naivete you’d been building up in a futile effort to stay safe. To stay longer.

When you see that line only drawn thin by the stitches threaded through his fair skin, you’re launched back into the next second of time. But it all feels to be too much, all at once. Suddenly, the whispering of the leaves is too loud. The birds too chatty. The beating of your heart too fast and intense.

It’s not him. Don’t forget that.

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let you go

geto suguru x f!reader 18+ | established relationship with geto, angst, dark themes, smoking, some smut (lite), emotional distress, unhealthy relationship, character death, manga spoilers 5.3k wc

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if you were there, beware.

| you get hurt on patrol without abby. she reminds you how much she loves you.

| content warnings: canon typical violence, blood, mentions of pain medication, stitches, kind of angsty i guess, f!reader, strap usage (r receiving), oral (abby receiving), pet names (baby, sweetheart, sweet girl), lmk if i’m missing something!

| a/n: based on this blurb i wrote <3

| wc: 2.4k

It had been about three hours since you had come back to base with ringing ears and a slash on your shoulder. It was supposed to be an easy patrol, but the Scars had other plans. You hadn’t been there ten minutes before the sounds of gunfire filled the air. Fortunately, you were still very close to the vehicle they sent you out with, moving to get out of there as quickly as you could. Now you were here, splayed out on Mel’s table, receiving multiple stitches, and Abby was nowhere to be found. 

She had seen you walk in, sprinting to your side before picking you up and running you to the nursing station. She stayed by you, holding your hand while you were slipping in and out of consciousness from the loss of blood, edges of your vision becoming black. But once Mel promised her that you would be okay, all hell broke loose in Abby’s brain. She gave you a kiss on the forehead, and went out the door, despite your pleas for her to come back. She was gone quickly, and you passed out soon after.

You awoke to a dark room. When you tried to move, the pain of the wound shot across your shoulder, and you rapidly laid back down.

“Good. You’re up.” Mel says, giving you a soft smile.

“Where’s Abby?” you say, barely above a whisper.

Mel purses her lips. “She went out with a group to go fight the Scars.” 

You groan. The last thing you want to do is worry about your girlfriend’s life.

“In better news, I can move you to your actual bed instead of this table. I know it’s not very comfortable.” Mel says.

“Okay, yeah.”

The walk back to your and Abby’s room was silent and short, Mel had tried to start a conversation a few times but you would only answer in hmm’s. You reached the familiar bed and laid down.

“Listen, she’ll be alright. It’s Abby.” Mel says while pulling the covers up over you.

“Yeah, I know.” 

After making sure you had water and pain medication by you, she left you alone, closing the door gently on her way out. You tried to stay up to wait for Abby to get back, but you couldn’t help become very drowsy for the second time that day. ‘She’ll be alright’ is what you repeated in your head until you slowly drifted off to sleep.

When you awake again, Abby’s looking down on you. She’s breathing heavy, long panting breaths that make her chest rise and fall with a fierceness. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think she was here to kill you.

“Abby.” You reach your arm out towards her.

She’s filthy, covered in dirt and blood, you're unable to tell if it’s her’s in the darkness of the room.

“Let me see it.” she says.

You obey, stretching the loose fitting t-shirt by the collar to reveal the wound where the blade had slashed you. Abby lets out a huff. 

“I should have been there.” she says, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

You use the opportunity to scan over her arms, making sure there’s no life threatening cuts. You spot fresh stitches on one of them, but you can tell she did them herself rather than going to the med bay. Moving from your spot on the bed into her lap, you wrap your uninjured arm around her neck, giving her a kiss on the corner of her mouth.

“Not your fault, Abs.” you say, kissing her again as reassurance. 

“I’m supposed to take care of you.” She looks into your eyes with a stern face.

You almost want to laugh at her. It seems silly to you to even consider Abby failing at taking care of you. 

“You do. All the time. It was one patrol, and I’m gonna be okay. I’ll just have a really cool scar, right?” you smile, moving your head to kiss her again. 

You kiss her lips a few times. She sits stoic, unmoved by your reassurances. Abby taps your thigh and you move off of her, letting her stand. She grabs your shoulders, planting a kiss to your head before telling you to stay sitting on the bed. Naturally, you listen to her. 

You hear the shower turn on and it takes everything in you to stay on the soft mattress. You want to help clean her off, wash away all her worry and anger. Abby needs this time alone, though. She needs to get rid of all the dirt and the thoughts in her head before she talks to you, otherwise she’ll end up losing it. She had blown up on you before, and she never wants to do it again. She swears her heart actually broke when she saw the tears well up in your eyes because of her words. 

The shower turns off, and your back straightens. Abby walks out of the bathroom in just boxers, her wet hair over her breasts, you spot droplets of water dripping onto her stomach. She comes and stands over you again.

You look up at her. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Do you?” 

Sighing, you reach your arms around her, pulling her in by her waist so you can rest your head on her stomach. Abby moves a hand to your hair and plays with it, scratching your scalp in the way she knows you like. You hum in response and hug her even tighter. 

“I don’t want you going on patrol without me anymore. I’m gonna talk to Isaac in the morning.”

You try to protest, but she pulls your head away from her stomach, forcing you to look in her eyes once more.

“Don’t, please. I know it wasn’t your fault. It’s not that I don’t think you’re capable, I just need to be with you.” Abby says, and you don’t miss the way her eyes get glassy and her jaw clenches.

“Okay, Abs.” You give the stitches on her arm a kiss, and smile up at her.

She finally returns a small smile, and leans down to kiss you. It’s a passionate kiss, one that has your teeth clashing together, and you can barely keep up with the pace she’s set. Abby gently pushes you back onto the bed and moves on top of you. Your legs fall open and she’s quick to place a knee between them, knowing you’ll need something to dull the ache she’s creating. She moves her kisses down to your neck, sucking marks all over you that have you gasping. 

You start to say her name before she cuts you off. 

“Need to be in you. Can I? I’ll go easy, promise I won’t hurt you. Just gotta be in you, please, baby.”

You nod frantically, you couldn’t get any words out, still out of breath from the assault on your neck. She presses her lips to your cheek one last time before getting up, walking over to where you kept the strap. Your head is already filled with the familiar fuzzy feeling, you were consumed by Abby. You swore you could still feel her lingering touches on your skin. Across the room, she tells you to take off your pants, and you gladly do. The cool air hits your cunt and you let out a small moan. You start to get antsy waiting for the blonde to come back, to try and distract yourself, you turn your head slightly to look out the window. The familiar Washington rain pounds down on the glass, and you take in the view for a while, content watching the raindrops race each other.

Your attention is drawn back to Abby when you feel a hand on your waist. She rubs the silicone cock up and down your slit, gathering enough moisture so it would be easier to slip in. Her lips press a kiss to your healing wound the same time she enters you. A moan comes from deep in your chest, and she lets out a groan as well. The pressure is almost too much, you let out a small whimper that grabs Abby’s attention.

“What’s wrong? Hurts?” she says, slowing her hips.

You shake your head no, “Just feel so full– so good.”

She starts her thrusts again; long, deep movements that leave you gasping. She lets the strap stay inside of you for a few seconds each time, making sure that you could feel the full length of it. It feels so good, it feels like love; it felt like Abby was genuinely filling you up with her love. You didn’t even realize you had started crying until you felt her calloused hand reach up to wipe a tear away. She leans her head down to kiss you. You can taste the salt of your tears on her tongue, which only makes you cry harder. 

The stress of the day was slowly coming out. The fear for your life, the fear for Abby’s life, she was fucking it out of you. The slow drag of the cock was calming your brain. In and out, in and out. The memories of the day started to slip your mind. You could only focus on her. A strand of damp blonde hair falls into your face, and without thinking you tuck it behind her ear. Abby lets out a small laugh at this, taking in your fucked out face. But the peace in her head is short lived, she glances at the mark on your shoulder, and gets angry all over again.

“Gonna keep you here forever, just like this. Never gonna let you out of my sight again.”

You moan in response. 

She puts her forehead onto yours. “I’m serious. No more going out without me. Not even to the fucking cafeteria. You understand, sweetheart?” 

“I understand, Abigail.”

The use of her full name makes her shudder. She reaches a hand between your bodies to rub at your clit. Your back arches off the bed instinctively, and you wrap an arm around her shoulders, trying to pull her closer to you.

“That’s a good girl. There you go.” 

Her words go straight to your stomach, a warm feeling drenching your insides. The sounds you were letting out were getting gradually louder, a clear sign you were close to completion. 

“You’re okay. I’m right here. Look at me.” Your eyes meet her’s, the gray of them almost completely gone due to her lust blown pupils. “I’m not going anywhere, baby. Let it all out.”

And you do. You cum with a sob. Abby’s shushing you, and if she wasn’t right by your ear you don’t think you’d even be able to register it. She’s stopped her movements, the strap sits still inside your walls. Once you come back to your mind, you whine at the feeling. 

“Okay, you’re alright.” Abby says, kissing you while she pulls it out.

“Your turn now.” you whisper.

“You sure?” she responds.

You give her a small mhm and sit up. She removes the strap from her waist and lays down in front of you. You take her in, the patch of blonde hair on her mound, her cunt practically glistens in front of you. Licking your lips, you lean down, wrapping your arms around Abby’s thighs. If you hadn’t taken the pain medication, you’re positive this would be hurting, but the pain is subdued to a dull ache, and the taste of Abby is making it slip further and further into the back of your mind.

Abby doesn’t usually let you go down on her, she usually gets her pleasure just from pleasing you, but in situations like these, she allows you to make her cum. She craves the intimacy of it. Knowing that you were here, that you were safe. 

She was never one to make noise, either. The most you could get out of her were soft grunts, which she was doing now. You were tonguing at her cunt lazily, taking your time to really appreciate her taste. You hum into her, which causes her to grab at your hair. She gently maneuvers you so that your tongue was licking at her clit instead. 

“Fuck, you’re so good t' me. Doing so well, sweet girl.” she says, grip tightening on your head.

Her praises only encourage you to do more. You slip a finger into her, and she lets out a groan. You don’t let up on your licking, you’re borderline making out with her cunt. Adding another finger, you wrap your lips around her clit and suck gently. 

“God, that’s it. Don’t stop.” she says, voice getting breathier. 

Your tongue flattens on her, and you can feel a mix of your drool and her wetness dripping down your chin, onto the bed sheets. You find the spot inside of her that you know makes her go crazy and you curl your fingers into it. Abby’s legs press into your skull, and you can’t help but let out a whimper into her cunt. You try to do the same thing for her that she did for you. Clear her mind of all the blood and anxiety. Let her get her adrenaline out another way. 

Abby starts grinding into your face. Thighs clenching so hard on your head, not letting you pull away. 

“So close, baby. Take it, okay? Be a good girl and fucking take it.” You do your best to nod your head at her.

From the combination of your tongue on her clit and your fingers hitting the right spot, Abby’s orgasm washes over her fast. Her thighs clench impossibly tighter around your head, and you do your best to lap up everything she’s letting out. 

You crawl to lay beside her panting body when you think she’s done; wiping the spit and cum off your mouth on your way up. 

“Thank you.” she says.

“‘Course.” you say, giving her another soft smile.

“Does your arm hurt?”

“No, not right now. Does yours?”

“Yeah, kinda. I suck at giving myself stitches.” Abby says, huffing out a laugh.

You lean into her neck and laugh with her. Despite her complaint about her arm, she moves you on top of her, kissing the top of your head once again. The fatigue starts to set in, Abby’s warm body has always made you wanna sleep.

“Not gonna let you get hurt ever again.”

You give her a soft mkay and drift off to her voice, feeling safe wrapped in her arms.

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hey netizens! i'm not sure how many people are aware, but youtube's been slowly rolling out a new anti-adblock policy that can't be bypassed with the usual software like uBlock Origin and Pi-Hole out of the gate

BUT, if you're a uBlock Origin user (or use an adblocker with a similar cosmetics modifier), you can add these commands in the uBlock dashboard (under My Filters) to get rid of it!

youtube.com##+js(set, yt.config_.openPopupConfig.supportedPopups.adBlockMessageViewModel, false) youtube.com##+js(set, Object.prototype.adBlocksFound, 0) youtube.com##+js(set, ytplayer.config.args.raw_player_response.adPlacements, []) youtube.com##+js(set, Object.prototype.hasAllowedInstreamAd, true)

reblog to help keep the internet less annoying and to tell corporations that try shit like this to go fuck themselves <3

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any fic recommendations ?? love ur blog ❤️

after the events of yesterday, i'd love the chance to spread some CM love. i tried to do fics rather than masterlists but most of these writers have their masterlist linked or in their bio. i'm missing a hundred people so send me a message if there's fics you want me to add PLEASE READ EACH WRITER'S WARNINGS/RULES. *denotes smut fics

spencer reid

Milburn Seven Months by @aperrywilliams

Here + Velvet by @wtfevenismypage

all signs point to yes the break-up box two’s a crowd, three’s a party *by @wheelsup

what happens in California* by @spencersawkward

Stumbling Home…Alone ….to end up with you (all well that ends well happy ending version) Secret Life by @reidsbookclub

Babies and New Beginnings In The Middle Of The Night * by @samuel-de-champagne-problems

Mirror* by @sinfulspencer

THE BOY’S A SLAG* GODPARENTS* + GODPARENTS II by @eideticmemory

Oh Baby! by @fortheloveofwonderland

Not Your Backup by @imagining-in-the-margins

Clean + Clean, PT. 2 by @ofwilliamandwalter

spencer reid sfw alphabet by @candlesandsoftrain

Is a Home still a Home? * Only her * by @little-diable

A Real Father's Love Drunk on You Room 405 by @smurphyse

I Would Never Fall + Unless It’s You I Fall Into by @reidscanehand

“i want to love someone and be loved” / part 2 how to ask a girl out by @spacedikut

eros & thanatos by @reidamancy

Through the Smoke by @homoose

Goodbye Forever, Until Next Time by @mercy-burning

night shift by @behindyourbarrette

loving you was red collection by @writer-in-theory

36 Questions to Fall in Love by @boldlyvoid

flick, flick, burn this vast empty space, picture perfect by @literaila

aaron 'hotch' hotchner

Fluffy Feb event masterlist by @hotchs-bitch masterlist by @doctorstethoscope masterlist by @honeybrowne

Yes, Mr President * Wonderstruck by @doctorstethoscope

In the Suburbs * by @hoe4hotchner

Ivy * enemies to lovers blurb by @greg-montgomery

On the Road Again * The Stranger Next Door * Wish You Were Here + Back to You Meet The Hotchners by @ssahotchswife

Come Back Home by @hotched

As Long as You Want Me by @spacecowboyhotch

"Agent" by @kryptonitejelly

Wasteland, Baby by @heliotropehotch

Big Dick Energy * by @maybege

Good For Him Reckless (21.7k words, go read rn) by @ptersparkers

Never Do That Again * by @fatecantstopme

delicate by @bbq-chipz

hard-headed painfully professional another man's jeans * by @honeypiehotchner

When one door closes, try to take the girl home by @azenpal

like real people do + i'll crawl home to you (you'll cry your eyes out, be warned) by @ssahotchhner

New Mom by @marvelslut16

My Love I Can't Hide + I Wanna Hold Your Hand by @reidscanehead

Rossi's Neighbour by @capturedminds

The 30th * Truth or Dare * by @little-diable

Surprise Visit * by @wheelsupkels

I Love You More* by @ssamorganhotchner

Perfect for Me Marry Me? Baby Drunk by @hotch-stufff

Aaron, I’m Pregnant by @ssahotchsbitch

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Hello fellow people!! Request?!

So I had posted a peter parker fanfic on here that I am gonna continue but I have currently decided to take a break on it. I posted the first two chapters here if you’d like to give them a read, I currently have 49 chapters typed out but I plan on posting it all at once when it is complete on my wattpad and on here anyways!! I’m looking for requests right now! More specifically for the man rotting my brain right now Adrian Chase and now Eddie Munson! DM me your requests or comment them here and I’ll do my best to listen to them!! 

Rules

MASTERLIST

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You Drew Stars Around My Scars (Adrian Chase x reader)

Request: I think Adrian kinda a touch starve person, since people think he’s weird so maybe not many people like to be near with him? Which make him a touch starve?. So could u write a reader who’s make the first move to touch him in innocent way, like kissing his hand nor his forehead something simple like that??

So I read a lot of fics having touch starved reader and as much as I love that. I’ve always wanted to write a fic or see a fic where Adrian was the one who was touch starved so I was excited to receive this request

Masterlist

Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex, mentions of violence, small amount of angst

Keep reading

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Succession Web Weaving Masterlist

* is for weaving with explicit csa/incest warnings

Individual (Roman is in the Last Section)

Kendall

Kendall: Survival

Greg

Greg: Coming of Age in a Childlike State

Greg: Childhood and Coping with how people love him

Connor

Connor Roy : Coping through Childhood Neglect

Shiv

Shiv's relationship to Womanhood

Shiv Roy: Traumatic Conception, Pregnancy and Survival

Couples!

Logsn and Frank

Frank and Logan: A everlasting love

Logan, Frank and Ken: A Family

Ken and Stewy

Stewy and Kendall: Finality in the Matter Of Love

Logan/Frank and Stewy/Kendall Parrellels Part 1 : Commitment and Betrayal

Logan/Frank and Stewy/Kendall Parrellels Part 2 : Stepdad and Family Dedication and the Role of Mother in Defense and Longevity of the Family

The Children of Logan Roy

Goldene Trio and Con

The Children of Logan Roy: Sense of reality, struggle and reliance on eachother

Golden Trio(Ken Shiv and Roman)

The Golden trio: Belief and Struggling through disaster

Kendall: Parental Duties to Roman and Shiv

Shiv and Ken

Kendall/Shiv Dawson/Joey: Mother/Daughter Sister/Brother Dynamics

Shiv and Kendall Siblinghood Part 1 and Two

Shiv and Kendalls relationship to identity

Connor and Kendall

Ken and Connor: Fatherly strengths and failures, Unbearable burdens and Dependence on the other's functionality for Survival

Meta Web Weaving/ Incest CSA Related/Tomgreg/ Tom Wambsgans Related

Tom and Greg

Tom and Greg: Love and Consumption

Tomgreg: Ghosts

Greg's love for Tom: Survival and Truth

Character Related Metaphorical Positioning

Tom is Tree Meta (Web Weaving Addition)

Succesion Subtext: Time Death and Rebirth: The Ariel Part 1

Succesion Subtext: Time Death and Rebirth: The Ariel Part 2: Kendall Journey to Rebirth

Succesion Motifs: Boats Part 1

Succesion Subtext: Life,Death, and Generational Family Transitions

Succession: Gothic Elements, Greek Goddesses and Cinderella Part 1

Tom Secretly being a Roy Child Metas

Tom Shiv Greg Family Meta (Directly Plot)

Succession Family Dynamics: Shiv and Tom Biological Parental link to Greg

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Kendall's Behind the Scenes Protection of Roy Family From Itself

Kendall's Behind the Scenes Protection of Roy Family From Itself Part 1: Greg's Existence as a Everpresent Danger

Kendall's Behind the Scenes Protection of Roy Family From Itself Part 2a: The Gothic Horror Reality and Kendall's Grips and Strategy Within It

Kendall's Behind the Scenes Protection of Roy Family From Itself Part 2b: The Gothic Horror Reality and Kendall's Gripes and Strategy Within It

Succession: Trials of the Son

Shiv and Greg: Persphone in Terror of Toms Hades Godlike Perception of Himself Part 1

Shiv and Greg: Persphone in Terror of Toms Hades Godlike Perception of Himself Part 2: The Mothers Duty: Kendall and Caroline as Demeter

Twin Sagas

Succesion Twin Sagas Tom Wambsgans and Marianne Hirsch Part 1: Intro and Tom Wambsgans Journey

*Succesion Twin Sagas Tom Wambsgans and Marianne Hirsch Part 2: Marianne Hirsch and her Role as a Surrogate Mother to Greg

Succesion Twin Sagas: Greg and his Secret Sister Kitty 1: The Artemis and Apollo of it All

Succesion Twin Sagas: Shiv and Rome

Ewan Roy as Surrogate Grandfather and his Role in Greg's Demise

Roman (primarily csa and grooming)

Aria and Ezra in Pretty little liars/Roman and Gerri in Succession

General/Not Specific

Succession: Animalistic Identity formed through abuse

Compulsory Heterosexuality, and Gender Confinement, and Platonic Relationships: Disease

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words i wish were written for me

Including book quotes, poetry, song lyrics and everything in between, these are some of the words that make my soul wish someone cared about me so much they would write this. 

“Because you are the only person I can talk with about the shade of a cloud, about the song of a thought — and about how, when I went out to work today and looked a tall sunflower in the face, it smiled at me with all of its seeds.”

– Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Vera

“My mouth hasn’t shut up about you since you kissed it. The idea that you may kiss it again is stuck in my brain, which hasn’t stopped thinking about you since, well, before any kiss. And now the prospect of those kisses seems to wind me like when you slip on the stairs and one of the steps hits you in the middle of the back. The notion of them continuing for what is traditionally terrifying forever excites me to an unfamiliar degree.” 

– Alex Turner’s Letter to Alexa Chung

“And I’d give up forever to touch you / ‘Cause I know that you feel me somehow / You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be / And I don’t want to go home right now.” 

– From the song “Iris” by The Goo Goo Dolls

“I’m not a religious person, but I do sometimes think God made you for me.” 

– Sally Rooney, Normal People

“It is late now, I am a bit tired; the sky is irritated by stars. And I love you, I love you, I love you – and perhaps this is how the whole enormous world, shining all over, can be created – out of five vowels and three consonants.”

– Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Vera

“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”

– Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.”

– Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

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POV: You and Dabi? All the dead poets cried, "What terrible twisted love." [repost]

Genre: Hopeful angst

Alternate title: Cherry, I Run

part 2, part 3

synopsis: Sharing kisses tastes like iron. Cherry kisses makes him run. Don't get your hopes up, sunshine. Don't get your hopes up.

I weep and say goodnight, love

- Matt Maltese

@madeofsaltiness

I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine...

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HE HATED YOU. LOATHED YOU. ABHORRED YOU.

You lit up the whole world by your presence alone. Somewhere on the clouds, angels must be clamoring to look at you because sunshine follows you.

"You keep looking at me, I'll burn your eyes out." He says without even facing you.

You look out into the rain and he finds the chance to snuck a peek at you. This... thing with you began when he killed a bunch of things hovering around you. You were fucking weak, quirkless and all. You were subjected to bullying. He pitied you and one by one, the bullies dropped dead. It was a game. How long til you notice that the murder victims were all your bullies? When you figured it out, he appeared before you. He was sure you were gonna be horrified but you must be as insane as his group because you thanked him.

"Weirdo." Oops, he said that out loud, didn't he?

"What."

"Nothing."

You rolled your eyes at him.

"I just wanted you to look at me."

You looked at him blankly. "Didn't you just-"

"Bye." He wasn't embarrassed. He just needed to leave, despite the fact he hated getting caught in the rain because it made his skin graft itchy.

Every time he looks at you these days, his skin felt itchy. That's why he hated you. Hates you. Whatever. Fuck you. He imagines killing you to make it stop but you being alive is more useful as his way of killing time than you being dead. So yeah, fuck you.

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...and rage the likes of which you would not believe.

Dabi is aware of his weakness. Close-combat. His quirk, cremation, is far more effective and user friendly at a distance. Once you get close to him, he finds himself in a precarious situation, like when Eraser head did while battling him.

Here he is in an another precarious situation.

Your fingertips were coolly touching his jaw, against the terribly stapled skin. It sickens him with disgust. How are you able to stomach touching him?

This situation came to be when you were sharing about being grouped for an exam for your online class. This one groupmate kept seeing your instructions but did not send his part for the video presentation yet. You went on a very polite yet passive-aggressive rant in your group chat. Turns out that the groupmate's mute. You were such an asshole, assuming that the groupmate planned to leech off on the video presentation. You worked it out with the groupmate but you were terrible. It made Dabi laugh as you recounted the story and it made his burnt skin stretch to the point it ripped and now... he's bleeding.

You panicked and invaded his personal space in moments. It took conscious effort to stop his knee-jerk reaction which was to incinerate you.

"What do I do?!" You asked, eyes teary with worry.

But he couldn't hear you. He is appallingly aware of your shampoo wafting stronger with the close proximity, your cologne and... sunshine. He instantly compares himself smelling like burnt skin. Like death. He jerks away from your touch.

He leaves again, unable to visit you for months. He's so sick of you. You're so fucking loathsome. He shudders at night, lying awake, sick at himself that he could only imagine how atrocious and wonderful if he was able to feel your touch on his scars. See? Fucking loathsome.

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If I cannot satisfy the one...

You never ask for an apology.

Why don't you?

He goes away for months, not contacting you until he couldn't contain the urge to look for you anymore. You resume things with him as if he never went away. He was grateful for that and the way he can express his gratefulness to you is by letting you put silicone gel on his scars. It helps with the itchiness. You also put moisturizers on them.

"Sunshine?"

"Yeah?"

"Your touch is disgusting."

"Oh.." You stop the gentle massages on his scars. "Sorry."

He grabs your hand pressed them against his neck. "Harder."

Your breath stuttered. Mind going in the gutter.

"Press harder. I can't feel it." He demands

"But your skin-" You protest but he sinks your fingers into his flesh and it bleeds.

He couldn't feel it. He stares in your eyes and down to your lips. The itchy feeling came back with a vengeance. Disgusting. Disgusting. Dis-

A tremor ran through his body when you thumbed his upper lip. A wave of fury emerged from within.

"You're fucking retarded or what?" He scowled at you, grabbing your other hand away from his mouth. "You into dead people? Necrophilia?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Pretty sure you are." He mocks you. "My dead skin a turn on for you? You keep touching my burn scars as if they don't disgust you."

"They don't!"

"You're disgusting."

You flinched. It hurt. You start to turn away but you felt him shaking badly.

"Don't get your hopes up." He says. "I know!"

A sudden idea. An abhorrent idea. A wicked idea. A delightful idea.

"Kiss me and you'll stop." He says and stared at you, daring and a tiny flash of a terrified look in his eyes. Many things at once.

You'll find it disgusting.

He'll find it wonderful.

Then you'll stop touching him whilst his skin burned to touch you.

You nodded once you had your mind made up, leaning into him. He plans to keep his eyes open during the kiss but a mere inch from him, you stop.

"Close your eyes." You murmured, breath brushing his lips. A crackle in the air. Tension almost tangible.

He did.

He could only feel the kiss on his upper lip due to his dead nerve cells on his lower lip, nevertheless, he could feel the sensation of your lips. Disgustingly lovely. He couldn't help but want more, a clumsy attempt on his part. His first kiss. You. He bumped his teeth against you but he swipes his tongue on your chapstick. Cherry and... iron? He jerks away.

The staples on his jaw bled because of the kiss. He felt disgusted yet again. At himself. You tasted sweet while he must tasted rotten and bloody.

Dabi could not physically cry because his tear ducts were long burned.

"See, sunshine?" His face terribly contorted and breathless, blood dripping down his jaw. "Kissing only makes me bleed, smiling too. Don't you know I could barely count the times I had to stop myself from smiling with you and whenever you do... I imagine choking you."

"I'm sorry." You apologize.That he turned out this way.

That he thinks of himself a twisted being, barely even human.

That he finds it hard to love freely but thrive denying love.

That when he dies he has no one to hold to, no one to be with him in his last moments.

That you couldn't be that person because you know his last moments would be in a battlefield.

That your love will never be enough to contend against the rage he has for his father.

That your love for him will always end up going nowhere.

That when he kissed you back, you felt it deep in your bones that he was lost in you just as you were in him; and heroes and villains and the rest of the world just fucked off far away from your minds.

"Sunshine."

"Yes, love?" You asked, giving him a cheeky smile.

He grimaced at that. "Don't get your hopes up."

"I know."

He sighs, looking pointedly at your hands intertwined with his. You kiss his nose and walked away to find the first aid kid for his bleeding staples.

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...I will indulge the other.

Don't look at him.

Look at him.

Don't touch him.

Touch him.

Don't get your hopes up.

Still, kiss him.

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"I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other."

-Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

A/N: has three parts but expandable. Let me know if you want to be tagged.

Sunshine Timeline: part 2, part 3

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Lines that slap in The Glory

"There's a type of hatred that's similar to longing. It's impossible to stop."

“There will be no mercy, so there will be no glory either."

“You should go to heaven when you die, because your life here will be hell.”

"I'll be your executioner. I'll join your sword dance. Tell me what do you want me to do first? How do you want me to do it? Who do you want me to kill first?"

"I haven't even gotten started yet. Why are you kneeling already? How will you beg later?"