#‘oh i have to be evil? Then i’ll show you evil’ proceeds to try and kill hylia herself or something

[hahnsplatinum]

Although (imo) botw and totk are two of the best zelda games from a game play perspective alone, they are also probably the most heartbreaking story-wise. This isn’t a “new” Link learning how to fight and navigate the world as the princess’s knight. By the time players meet him, this Link has already done all that technically—but in the same vein he also hasnt. We as the player are learning how to do things because Game Mechanics, but Link is forced to relearn and he knows this. In botw it’s through slowly getting back his memories and hearing the tales of what he once was from others, and in totk he knows from the start what he should be able to do but has lost it all again.

By the end of totk, this single iteration of Link and Zelda will have fought Ganon 3 times. The reoccurring theme in these games of “personhood vs purpose” hits so hard and makes sense. For the first time in a long time we see an iteration of Link and Zelda that not only fully know what theyre destined to do but fears it. And they have to keep walking toward that destined end anyways. We see in botw memories of Zelda more or less resenting her forced role as the goddess’s conduit and the implied idea that Link might feel the same about his role as her knight. And in totk, everything feels like it has an underlying tone of muted loss to some extent. A kingdom just starting to rebuilt itself sent back into turmoil, a people just relearning what normal life could be losing their peace, a princess and her knight losing their promised “after”.

After Ganon, there is suppose to be peace. After today, there is tomorrow. After life, there is death.

But there isnt, and there never will be. They have always existed, they will always exist, they have never existed. Wake up, Link. There’s more work to do.

[delcakoo]

enha’s favorite petnames ´✩ˎ˗

requested <3

PAIRING ! enhypen x f!reader

WC ! 2.1k

GENRE ! tooth rotting fluff

WARNINGS ! lots of petnames ofc ^^

a/n: finally ot7 post woo! a bit shorter than my usual but hope u all enjoy <3

// LEE HEESEUNG !

if you’re the type to get flustered easily.. oh boy

you miiiight be in trouble

but even if you aren’t? hee WILL change that

this man will search a whole dictionary just to find a name that’ll get you shy for him

but on the average day he’s pretty chill yet flirty with pet names

its a bit unexpected.. the longer you’ve been dating the worse it gets

everything begins with baby

it just starts replacing your name like

“there’s my baby, how was your day, hm?”

before you can even get used to that he’s already gotten more confident

his other go to names for you are angel and occasionally pretty

mushy yet effective c:

for example if you’ve been having a rough day or just got back from work or school? healing gamer boyf hee to the rescue!

“missed you, angel. wanna come sit on my lap while i game?” with a kiss against your temple :c

it’s such a simple name that he’d only ever call you, n’ he always says it so absentmindedly as if the name was your own

the latter is commonly used when you’re mad at him

“m’ sorry pretty. can your boyfriend try and make it up with some cuddles? and i’ll let you pick a movie?”

or perhaps when he’s being evil and wants a reaction out of you

“hey pretty girl, can you pass the remote?” pArdon

where did that come from sir..

when your reply comes out stuttered he snickers

this is not to say he isn’t just as weak for you!!

make sure to get him back since IT ISN’T THAT HARD

hit him with ‘handsome’ and bros a goner

“morning handsome, how’d you sleep?”

“i just woke up, stop..” suddenly your smug, confident boyfriend is hiding the grin on his face in the safety of your shoulder

BUT proceed with caution because hee will never just let you win, nuh uh!

if you step up your game so will he, be prepared for him to hunt down any name in the book that can get you going <3

// PARK JAY !

cmon this man is the epitome of romance!

he doesn’t even nOtice the effect it has on you, as his s/o jay thinks it’s common sense that you should have all the special names ^^

“darling, want me to get you a drink? i washed your favorite mug.”

“sweetheart, should i cut up some fruit for you and the boys?” yeAh he’d literally be in the kitchen doing shit instead of joining in movie night (just like in sosofun T-T)

THE BOYS DON’T EVEN TEASE because it’s just so cute and pure

even if they did it isn’t like he’d care

brushes them off because nothing can stop him from showering you in love

after a while you soooorta get used to it

but like can you ever really get used to jay’s way of waking you up in the morning

“my love,” he mumbles, peppering kisses along the back of your head while holding you tighter against his sturdy chest, “time to get up, okay?”

you just ask how he expects you to get up when he’s holding and talking to you like that :c

either way pet names are quite important for jay

it’s a method to show how serious he is about your relationship, he doesn’t go around calling just anyone beautiful,,

so if you use them on him as well? his heart will MELT

literally anything you do makes him happy, even just baby would get him smiling

even if it’s over text,, “sleep well! goodnight, love” HE IS FAST ASLEEP WITH A GIDDY SMILE ON HIS FACE

all in all jay is a giver!

doesn’t expect anything in return for his labor, so having you call him such praising names like he does for you..?

just?! starts malfunctioning

his brain immediately goes to things like “how’d i get so lucky” “i don’t deserve her”

also why words of affirmation is one of his top love languages!! give him the affection he deserves <3

and and one time you tried to see his reaction by calling him husband on the phone with a friend

..bro didn’t even bat an eye

the real definition of husband material

// SIM JAKE !

now this one.. unironically uses all the playboy pet names

you see

he started calling you babygirl as a joke A JOKE OKAY

just teasingly or fake flirting as if you weren’t already together y’know

however.. the annoying name

kinda stuck

and now he brings it up every so often,,

bro’s lucky because it’d probs give you the ick from anyone else..

when you’d show off a new outfit or arrive at your date location?

“yoi! looking pretty, babygirl!” :)

his other favourite is princess! no reason just that you’re his princess

you rarely hear your own name any more it’s always just

“when’d you buy that, princess?”

“hey princess, is the food warm enough?”

not that you mind!

as for him.. jake literally loves anything and everything when it’s from your mouth

call him snookums for all he cares as long as it isn’t his boring old name

if you even try to call him jaEhyun or jake you’re getting the injured puppy eyes >:[

baby, love, handsome, literally anything makes him smile and mentally kick his feet like AUGHHH hes so in love with you it hurts!!

however this may seem oddly specific

‘cause it is but

calling him dumb things like my hero WILL GET HIM GRINNING SO FAST

jake loves! feeling helpful! and important! mainly for you!!

EVEN IF ITS JUST. he tied your shoe just go ‘my knight in shining armour! i would’ve tripped without you’ and mans will be doing a lil’ dance in his head <3

yes you could’ve tied your own shoe but heeee did that he’s such a good helpful caring wonderful boyfriend right?? right

let him have his moments,,

// PARK SUNGHOON !

he is. sort of sorry

listen.. hoon can’t help his shyness

even after dating for a while this man still blushes at the thought of calling you something besides your name T-T

he settles for.. babe

around others it’ll be your name

but in private he’ll just quietly go “babe, now that they’re gone can we continue that show?” awWw

sure when he’s being a teasing nuisance he’ll pinch your cheeks and start calling you cutie or my baby just to see your annoyed frown

but when you harmlessly ask why he doesn’t call you that at any other time he gets all fidgety and shrugs his shoulders

“i dunno! it’s.. embarrassing.”

so pretty much

the only real way to get pet names out of hoon is if you can muster up the courage to start using them first

just jump scare him like

“pretty boy, wanna go get ice cream?” he’ll be looking around the room pointing to himself going mE??!

then he’ll eventually start using them in return, maybe just baby or angel here or there

more specifically if he’s really missing you or needs something

“yah, angel~” he’d yell from your apartment’s entrance, “you look good and all.. but we’re going to be late if you don’t hurry!!”

“wanna come visit the recording room at break? baby i’ll cry from exhaustion if you don’t.”

synopsis is. you know he reaaally needs you when those names come out

but but! like mentioned before he feels most comfy with casual nicknames

and if you’re okay with it, your own name which sometimes feels even more special to hoon ^^

he just loves saying your name as much as he loves everything else about you

however if pet names mean a lot to you no need to worry, he’ll get the hang of em’ and soon this dork will have you a blushing mess 24/7 mwahaha!

// KIM SUNOO !

baby is.. more romantic than you think!

as he warms up,, his favourite is simply calling you his love :c

in fact, he doesn’t mind saying it in front of the members even if they’re sure to tease him later on

“my love!” he exclaims as soon as you answer the phone, “i’m on the way to practise with everyone, wanna visit at lunch? jungwon keeps mentioning some mario movie he wants to watch with you..” *eyeroll*

he’s very.. go with the flow

if you call him a specific name then he may use the same one on you too ^^

for example, it was a bit unexpected to hear him start calling you hun

but at the same time you’ve called him that a couple times before too

sunoo always tries to catch on quickly when it comes to what you’re comfy with!

you wrap your arms around your boyfriend's waist just as he drops his duffle bag on the floor, “sun, how was recording?”

“ahh.. the others were yelling and gave me a headache. but it’s okay now that i’m with you, hun,” despite his exhaustion, he squeezes you with equal enthusiasm <3

as for himself, sunoo can’t help but smile when you call him the softer stuff

AND sun of course, it’s cute but simple — his favourite!

despite being the oldest of the maknae line, he’s used to being coddled a lot and sometimes.. it gets annoying

especially when the younger members join in

however when it comes to you?? he couldn’t care LESS

“my baby looks so tired, wanna sleep in my lap?” yep he’s absolutely sold

sometimes you have to repeat yourself ‘cause he was too busy getting flustered over your names for him <\3

// YANG JUNGWON !

being known for copying things like ‘yoi’

wonnie sometimes gets his pet names by watching/reading things

he could be on the plane during tour, watching a movie when the main lead says ‘beautiful’ and his first thought is just

“ah, that’s a good name for y/n”

may or may not have a note tab in his phone dedicated to names for you..

he would even research ones in other languages because he LOVES seeing your shy reaction when he explains what it means

“yah, why’d you text me something in a different language?”

when his cat eyes turn to crescents and his dimple poked through, you know he’s proud of whatever it is

“it means ‘darling’ in chinese, jagiya.”

when your expression changes and you turn to hide your smile, he leans over to give you a victory kiss through many giggles <3

on a day to day basis though

he enjoys saying your name in a cute way, besides the classic jagi/jagiya

“y/n~ come cuddle!” c’mon how’re you gonna say no!?

“look jagi,” he says it absentmindedly, even with the members nearby, “you’re my lockscreen now!”

will think it’s cute if you use the same names back, but won doesn’t mind anything ^^

he just really enjoys matching with you whether it be petnames, outfits, jewelry, anything really

so if there’s a specific name you like calling him

he’ll definitely steal it..

“bub, wanna order something for dinner?”

cat boyfriend just tilts his head, “okay, but why am i bub now?”

“i dunno, it’s just a cute name.”

then a few days later he—

“bub! i missed you!!” as soon as you walk through the door <3

cutie T-T

// NISHIMURA RIKI !

creative boy likes being unique with it :0

also ‘cause using super mushy names simply isn’t his style bUt

perhaps when he gets older that’ll change,,

most of the time babe/baby is an exception though

its quick, sweet, and right to the chase which is perfect for your impatient boy especially when he needs attention

“babe, babe, babe-“

you push him away slightly, holding the phone closer to your ear, “can’t you see i’m on the phone, ki?”

before you know it his arms are wrapped around you as his head dips into the crook of your neck, “baby i’m bored..”

“just a bit longer, okay?”

sometimes you may need some patience T-T

he also enjoys finding ways to make his own personal nickname out of your name, it feels much more special to him even if it’s not as ‘romantic’

AND OH BOY if anyone

absolutely anyone tries to use HIS name for you they’re getting the coldest death glare >:[

especially if it’s one of his members

in that case he has zero shame telling them off

“ow! what was that for?” jake whines, recoiling from the punch the younger had delivered to his arm

“you used my name for y/n,” he explains with a shy yet scolding grin, “the only thing you’re allowed to call her is her name, idiot.”

poor jake had to retell his story from the beginning,, sigh

just because he doesn’t do it himself does noT mean he won’t want you to call him cute shit!!

his reactions are always so worth it

“love, do you see my phone over there?” you feel bad interrupting your boyfriend who was peacefully napping in the living room, but the stress of being late for work was worse

instead of looking around though, riki only peels his eyes over to you, smiling giddily

“what was that?”

“have you seen my phone, doofus,” you repeat

“no, the first part!”

“love…?” suddenly he’s running over, picking you up and pulling you right over to the couch with him happily

good luck escaping his grasp c:

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[pumpk1n-writes]

Tell Me About The Dark Places You Hide ~ Part Four

➥ in which the reader figures out that their best friends are the infamous Woodsboro Killers and decides to help them rather than turn them in. {ft. Mentions of murder; language; stalking; smut (in this chapter); whiny Billy; knife play (ish); bondage; hand job; use of darling, princess, babe, baby boy; aftercare}

Part Three; Part Five || Word Count ~ 1.1k {finally broke 1k!! Hopefully I’ll be able to keep up with the rest of the parts!!}

Taglist ~ @wasawattpadkid @itzlovelyautumn @katie-tibo

The media you consume is your own responsibility and I will not be held accountable for your choices. I’m not going to block minors from this account, but proceed with caution anyway.

The mask lay discarded somewhere behind you. You’d tied Billy onto the dining room chair and both his and your knives were set carefully on the counter next to you. Your shorts kept riding up your thighs and your cropped shirt showed just enough tantalizing skin to make Billy wonder why the plan was to kill you rather than try and seduce you.

“What are you doing, Princess?” Billy asked. He thought he did a good job hiding the quiver in his voice until you laughed and patted his arm.

“There’ll be no more of that, babe. At least not until you know me better,” you winked at him. “As for what I’m doing to you, it’s all up to you. If you cooperate, it’ll be better for both of us. I won’t have to gut you and stab me and I won’t have to pull a frightened little girl act out of my ass for the cops to believe me.”

“And if I do cooperate?” Billy shifted his thighs uncomfortably, ashamed of the growing hardness there. He never knew he was apparently into bondage and knife play but if this is what it took to figure it out, hopefully it plays out the way he was currently picturing.

Your gaze shifted downwards and Billy realized that his uncomfortable movements hadn’t gone unnoticed. Your eyes shot back up to meet his, but he saw no shame, instead they were filled with the mischievous look he saw in Stu night after night. “Well that depends entirely on you, Loomis. What would you like me to do?”

Billy didn’t say anything, only staring into the depths of your eyes and hoping you didn’t make him beg.

“What do you desire me do to you, Billy?” You said his name with a strange mixture of contempt and arousal, and it only served to turn him on even more. “Use your words, baby boy.”

Billy barely trusted himself to speak without sounding desperate, but if that’s what it took for you to finally fucking touch him. “Please, princess, touch me,” he breathed, voice low and raw.

“Oh, Billy, Billy, Billy, you don’t get to make demands right now,” you laughed, dancing around, his knife in your hand. You reminded him heavily of someone who belonged in an asylum, with the way you handled the knife and the insane laughter that escaped so freely out of you. Add that to how different you seemed in front of others, and you had a combustible formula that was sure to go down in flames.

“What do you want?” Billy managed to bite out. He was so hard it neared the threshold of pain now, and your repeated action of dragging the knife over his cheekbone wasn’t helping.

“I want in,” you said it so matter-of-factly that it took a moment for your words to fight through the haze of arousal clouding his mind. “Whatever you and Stu are planning, I think it needs a lady’s touch, and I want in.”

Billy nodded, dropping his head and breathing heavily. “Yeah. Yes! Fuck, whatever you want, please.”

“Excellent!” You clapped your hands. “Now I’d say you’ve been particularly cooperative, and you seem so needy sitting there, I’d be evil not to do anything about it!”

Billy nodded along, not really paying attention to what he was agreeing to but just hoping you’d start doing something soon.

Slowly, ever so slowly, you removed his Ghostface cloak and slid his pants down to his boots. His fully erect cock sprang out against his toned stomach and the tip was angry and red. Billy hissed as he made contact with the cold air, his head hanging backwards, leaving his neck exposed.

He startled as you dragged the knife over the veins in his throat, whimpering as your fingers trailed a featherlight, barely-there path down his chest. As soon as your fingertips brushed the tip of his cock, he jerked his hips up into you hand, moaning embarrassingly loud.

“Oh, my darling baby boy,” you smirked, leaning in to bite his earlobe. “So sensitive.”

And that was the last warning he got before your hand was fully wrapped around his cock, thumb periodically swiping over the tip. Billy’s hands strained against the ropes. He wanted to grip your waist, longed to feel your hair under his fingers, shower you with the same pleasure you were giving him. He whimpered against your shoulder, leaning in to bite the base of your neck.

“Let me touch you, princess, please,” Billy whined. “Let me make you feel good.”

Your lips ghosted over his. “Not today, baby boy. Tonight it’s your turn.”

In an act of boldness, Billy captured your lips with his own, drawing you in for a desperate kiss. He bit your bottom lip, exploring your mouth. Until the pace you’d set with your hand increased and he groaned, his head dropping back and mouth falling open.

“Let it go, darling. Let it go.”

That was all the encouragement Billy needed to come undone in your hand. He moaned and whined as you stroked him through it, waves of pleasure wracking through his body.

Billy opened his eyes after a few minutes to see you carefully and tenderly washing him off with a damp towel, having untied him already. He realized he was laying down in the couch and wondered if he’d passed out. Shortly after that thought had shot through his mind his cheeks reddened in embarrassment as he realized he’d come so hard in your hand he had blacked out.

“Can you stand?” You asked, helping him sit up. He waved your helpful arm away, despite his gratitude. He wasn’t used to being taken care of after sex, and he had to admit, letting go of control and letting you take the lead had led him to the biggest orgasm of his entire life.

He stood up without an issue, and quickly gathered his clothes, getting dressed without a word. You saw the look on his face and didn’t attempt to start a conversation, instead sitting in the couch where he’d been and watching him leave.

School tomorrow would be awkward.

[kittyprincessofcats]

RWBY Volume 9 Ep 2 - Altercation at the Auspicious Auction

Okay, yeah, I will do this for this episode, too. But this time I’ll actually try to keep it short and only say the stuff I really want to say.

- I’ll start with the biggest thing for me: Nuts and Dolts, Ruby’s depression caused by her grief over Penny, oh gosh my feels. Okay, so the common response from other NND shippers I’ve seen to this episode basically boils down to “Oh wow, this hurts” and while I get that sentiment (I’ve watched the episode several times now and I cry over Ruby’s speech every time), I still prefer it this way. I mean, think of the alternative: I’d be much more upset if the show just brushed Penny’s death aside and had Ruby have a “meh, whatever” reaction to it. How did I put it in my post about V9E1? Oh yeah:

[...] but if I have to deal with half of my ship being dead, then I at least want to see the other half have the most intense reaction possible to it. I want Ruby to grieve, I want Ruby to go through hell, I want her to just not be normal about this on any level. The intro already tells us that this is the “Ruby is depressed” volume, but I want that to be at least in large parts because of her grief for Penny. Ruby thought she’d lost Penny once, then she got her back, got even closer with her, fell in love with her, went through all of that trouble in Volume 8 to save her from the virus, only to find out she died anyways… yeah, I want Ruby to suffer about it [...]

So basically, I’m getting exactly what I asked for and I’m loving it. Of course I’m still heartbroken that they killed Penny in the first place, but if that’s how it is, then I want Ruby to have exactly this reaction we’re getting. Maybe I just like angst, maybe it’s that I want Penny to continue to be important to the plot even after her death, maybe I feel more and more validated in my NND-shipping ways the more Ruby grieves, or maybe it’s that my hopes of Penny coming back grow the more emphasis is put on how much her death messes Ruby up - but yeah, either way: more suffering please, I’m here for it. *evil laugh*

- I’m just going to say it: The way Ruby is grieving for Penny definitely makes it look like Penny was more than just a friend to her. In the first episode, Ruby was already sad in the beginning, but still had at least a bit of that spark left. But from the moment she found out Penny died (and fainted about it), she just completely shut down. This entire episode, she’s just completely in her own head the entire time. She doesn’t smile, doesn’t laugh, just keeps looking down sadly, her voice sounds so broken the entire time - seriously, props to the animators and Lindsay for bringing that depression accross so well. And Ruby is also solely focused on her grief for Penny the entire time. I don’t think she’s actually oblivious to Bumbleby being a thing, she was just in her own head with her own thoughts and not paying attention to what was going on around her. And just look at Ruby’s voice and posture and everything when she’s comforting Weiss about Atlas - she’s barely holding it together. And when they’re at the auction, she barely pays attention to Yang’s fight for her arm or anything else around her, she’s solely focused on that figurine - Penny’s sword. Then while everyone else is arguing how to proceed, she again only talks about the sword and feeling drawn to it and then she just sits there and looks down at it while it rains.

And to be clear - I’m not saying that romantic relationships are inherently more important than platonic ones or that you can’t grieve for a friend in a very intense way, but what I’m definitely getting here is that Penny was more (in whatever way that may be) than a “regular” friend to Ruby.

- Also, it really upsets me that Ruby doesn’t get to keep Penny’s sword at the end of the episode! I saw the spoiler that she’d get the sword in advance and I was hoping she’d fight with the sword until she gets Crescent Rose back. It’s kinda sad that Ruby’s again being selfless and giving up the only thing she has left of Penny just so they can keep going in the story. But I’m hoping she’ll get the sword back at least. (And that she’ll get Penny back; I’ve been reading theories and I’m not giving up on this one. Also, come on, fairytales have a rule of 3 - and Penny’s only been alive twice so far.)

- On a happier note: Bumbleby are adorable and they’ve very obviously heading towards being canon this season. It’s happening, be ready. And it’s lovely to see Blake being so comfortable with the idea of romance now that she’s just straight-up going for it and flirting in the silliest cutest way possible. (Blake honey... what Yang said wasn’t even funny and you’re here giggling like a lovesick schoolgirl, making puns and touchting her hand... good for you. Good for you, go get her.) No seriously, the bees warm my heart and like Weiss said: It’s about time.

- And again, I don’t actually think Ruby is oblivious to it. I kind of assumed she knew ever since she and Yang had this exchange of looks in V6:

(That silent “So you and Blake, huh?” “Yeah...” exchange was when I realized that Bumbleby was going to be canon for real.)

- But also, something I noticed on my rewatch: We see that Weiss is very aware of Bumbleby (and of romance around her in general?), so my shipper heart can’t help but wonder what she was going to say when she started with “I know that Penny... I know that was a lot to hear.” (“I know that Penny meant a lot to you?”)

- Little is still adorable and I love them so much. Team RWBY’s reactions to them saying they’ll live by the bridge need to become a “draw the squad” meme.

- Weiss becoming the slapstick comic-relief character is amazing, I love that for her.

- Also, I didn’t quite realize until she said it that Weiss just lost her her home. Gosh, they’re just all going through it, huh?

- Yang saying she’d rather fight the racoon made me think of RWBY Chibi. (“I’m Yang, lets fight.”)

- Okay, so the “knowing what it is to feel loved” thing... Is that meant to be what the person is supposed to have or what they’re supposed to give up? So, did Yang hesitate because she doesn’t know what it’s like to feel loved (abandonment issues and all that) or because she does (Blake, Ruby) and she doesn’t want to give that feeling up?

- Also “enough hope to fill this jar”... yeah, so just in case you somehow didn’t yet understand that Ruby has depression, here’s it spelled out one more time.

- I also wonder to what extent the others realize that it’s Ruby’s emotions causing the rain? Because when Weiss complains that “Now it’s raining on just us!” that didn’t seem like she realizes.

That’s a shorter post than last time, I’m improving.

[uwusenpaiuwu]

Baji Being A Menace To Society (And Your Relationship) 2.0

Sequel to: Baji A.K.A. The Worst (Best) Matchmaker

Summary: Baji’s at it again, acting out-of-pocket and creating chaos for absolutely no reason, other than to see you suffer. In his own Baji-esque way, of course.

Pairing: Sano Manjiro | Mikey x Male Reader

Warning(s): Boku no Pico is mentioned, but there is absolutely nothing graphic; mentions of masturbation

Note(s): I am so sorry if it isn’t funny. Sadly, I am but an amateur writer, not a comedian. Still, I hope you all enjoy! ^^

"(Y/n), want some ice cream? My treat."

Usually, you'd be the first to jump at an offer for a sweet treat, especially when you don't have to pay. However, as of now, the word 'ice cream,' when said by Baji, instantly triggers your fight-or flight-response. Paired with the fact that he’s broke as hell, your suspicions only increase for the sudden indulgence.

Since you know you're no match for the long-haired menace, your body automatically prepares to flee, legs twitching to lurch into a sprint. Unfortunately for you, just before you can get the fuck out of there, your hand is being grabbed by Mikey, who leisurely begins to tug you along to claim your dessert.

“You like ice cream, right?” he turns to ask, eyes unbelievably soft when looking at you.

And because you’re weak for him, all you can do is nod stiffly, trading in your sanity for the pleased grin that spreads across his face, his confident strides thereafter likely a result of him successfully remembering another miscellaneous fact about you, as has been the case since you officially started dating him. From the most trivial of things, like which brand of pens and pencils you prefer, to the slightly more important stuff, like ice cream being one of your favorite desserts; he’s made the effort of remembering them all.

He really doesn’t need to do any of that, ‘cause you’ll love him either way, but the conscious decision to do so is what makes you love him even more.

Zoning back into reality, you shake your head to reorient yourself. It isn’t the time to be going over the reasons why you’re such a lovesick puppy.

No, there are other things to worry about, mainly Baji.

You squeeze Mikey’s hand as you’re led to the nearest ice cream parlor to try and calm yourself. It works for the most part, especially when you get a reassuring squeeze back.

‘Right,’ you tell yourself, ‘it’s going to be okay.’

After all, Baji wouldn’t do anything too drastic, right?

~~~

You were wrong. So, so wrong.

Despite nothing having transpired yet, every alarm in your head is going off, pounding at the door of reason to get you to wake up and realize that it’s Baji you’re talking about, the same person that sets cars on fire when hungry and punches the first unfortunate soul he passes by on the street when sleepy.

You really should’ve listened to your survival instincts and ran. Alas, it’s much too late to escape, leaving you to wallow in your anxiety, while you wait for misfortune to strike.

And strike it does.

“Please, don’t sit next to me. You make me nauseous.”

“That’s cruel. I bought you ice cream, and you treat me like this?”

Yeah, he may have bought it, but you refuse to eat it because of how intensely Baji is staring at you. Fucking weirdo.

"Oh, do you want some of mine instead, (Y/n)?" Baji accentuates his question with a sensual lick to his ice cream from the edge of the cone to the finessed peak, making you extremely uncomfortable as he stares you down with the full motion.

As slowly as he licks his frozen treat do you slowly raise your middle finger, eliciting chuckles from the other occupants of the table.

You think you won that mini battle, though?

Ha! Nope.

Baji mirrors the vulgar action, not once breaking eye contact as he dips the tip of his finger directly into his ice cream, pulls it out, and proceeds to lick that, too.

Disgusted, you promptly avert your attention elsewhere, praying that Baji won’t continue being, well, himself.

Your prayers fall on deaf ears.

"It's cold!" As soon as the exclamation leaves your mouth, your blood runs glacial, knowing that you've unintentionally played into Baji's trap. The appearance of a sly, almost feral, smirk when you whip your head around to glare confirms what you already know.

The curtain has risen, and you’re standing center stage in a performance you can’t break free from.

"Aw, can't let it go to waste,” Baji continues, reaching over to scoop the ice cream you’re 100% certain he purposely spilled on the front of your shirt, with his fingers.

Then, to your horror and everyone else’s shock, he asks, without an ounce of virtue to his name, "Want me to lick it off with my mouth?"

Chifuyu is seated on the other side of the table, hiding his face in his hands. “Baji-san...”

"It'll stain if it dries like that." Dear God, how you wish to un-see Baji batting his eyelashes at you.

“I don’t care!” At this point, you’ve resorted to clumsily scooting your chair as far away from him as possible, which isn’t actually as far as you’d like considering your surroundings. Hell, so long as you put some distance between yourself and the crazy bastard that wants to see you suffer, you don’t mind having to force yourself halfway onto Mikey’s lap. (The firm hand that keeps you steady by the waist proves that your presence isn’t unwanted either.)

"Geez, (Y/n), you're such a scatterbrain."

Seeing Baji sell the line with a slow tugging of his hair behind the ear has you torn between laughing and dying a little more. Truthfully, his acting is frighteningly impressive, and you would’ve applauded his performance, if not for the fact that the role he’s playing still haunts your dreams.

By this time, most of who accompanied you to the ice cream parlor have figured out what kind of drugs Baji is on this time, which also means that those fuckers have seen, or are at least aware of, the cursed trilogy of questionable porn that’s being reenacted before their eyes, with you as an unwilling co-star. Those that are puzzled as to why people are shoving their fists in their mouths to refrain from laughing are obviously God’s favorites.

“The fuck is going on? I wanna laugh at Baji’s dumbassery, too.”

“Pah-chin... I think it’s best you don’t know.”

Interestingly enough, the one you’re most concerned about hasn’t said anything yet, splitting his attention between observing the scene unfolding and eating his portion of a deluxe sundae.

Then, out of nowhere-

“I understand.”

You and Baji freeze where you are, each of you grasping the other’s collar, you to shove him away, and him to draw you closer.

“(Y/n),” Mikey says, your name rolling silkily off his tongue in a tone much too fond for his next words, “if you like roleplay, just tell me.”

...

“Huh?”

“I’m fine with pissing, remember? So, roleplay shouldn’t be a problem.”

Heat rises to your face at an alarming pace, and it continues to climb as Mikey takes your free hand in his, which serves not to comfort but to unintentionally remind you of the humiliating experience from a few months back. And just when you convinced him that you didn’t want anything to do with getting freaky with the body’s excreta, too.

“You’ve got it wrong! I don’t- arfghfgh?!”

Your prayer to help cool down your flushed cheeks must have been heard, but you’re pretty damn sure you didn’t ask for Baji to shove his ice cream in your mouth!

“Oh, yeah. (Y/n)’s a fuckin’ geek when it comes to roleplay,” the unhinged bastard speaks in your stead, indifferent to the nails clawing at his hand clamped over your mouth. “You should try it with him. We were doing a scene from his favorite anime.”

Mikey tilts his head, interest positively piqued. “Which one is that?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, leader?”

Mikey raises an eyebrow.

Baji opens his mouth.

You lunge.

It’s a series of events that happens in the blink of an eye and ends with loud crashing as you tackle Baji to the ground.

“Listen up, Baji Keisuke. We took an oath that day, and if you dare utter a word of what went down, I’ll consider that a breach of the code of secrecy and take you down, making sure you drown in a pit of your own shame and despair.”

Surprised to have been pinned down so quickly, it takes a while for Baji’s brain to catch up, but when it does, he’s frustratingly unfazed at the threat.

“Oho~ How scary. Too bad for you, I have no shame.”

“Not even if I tell Mama Baji where your porn stash is?”

That has the great Baji tensing up.

“You wouldn’t dare use an underhanded tactic like that.”

Your lips turn into a wicked grin. “Are you sure? I have as much dirt on you as you have on me, and like you, I won’t hesitate to use it to my advantage.”

If your grin is wicked, Baji’s is downright evil, showing off his sharp, gritted canines and all.

“You got balls, (Y/n),” he snarls, “but mine are bigger.”

The boy beneath you opens his mouth, and faster than you can stop him, he just...does it.

“(Y/n) (L/n) watched Boku no Pico and liked it!”

Silence.

Silence is all that’s heard for a good, long minute following the booming roar of the revelation.

You dare not look up to gauge everyone’s reactions, instead keeping your icy glare fixated on Baji, who looks smug as shit for having caused the glorious eruption of heat to spread like wildfire across your entire body, from the tips of your ears down to where your skin disappears under the collar of your jacket.

This...

This is war.

Taking in a deep breath, you answer his uncalled for declaration with your own thunderous shout of, “Baji watched Boku no Pico and jacked off to it! Twice!”

Baji laughs. “Oh, pray tell, saintly (Y/n), how many times did you jack off to it?”

“None of your fucking business, asshole.”

“Pretty fucking sure it is, since we were in the same room.”

Someone chokes, while you choke Baji.

“We. Swore. To. Secrecy. You. Asshole,” you practically growl, with each of your words accompanied by a ruthless back-and-forth shaking of the other boy’s person.

“Let up on the choking, dude. I’m not into that. You, however-”

Unable to take the ceaseless slander to your name anymore, you reel your fist back, but, upon seeing Baji’s cheek turned to you, jaw jutted out, as if inviting you to take your best shot, you hesitate. You know you wouldn’t be able to pack enough of a punch to actually leave an impact on him, which is terribly upsetting.

On the bright side, there’s still one tactic you can use that’ll be just as effective, a technique courtesy of your health teacher, who happily taught it to the class to use in case of an emergency.

Technically, it’s meant to be used to assess a person’s level of consciousness, but you suppose it can be used to get back at inconsiderate idiots, too.

“Ow! Ow! What the fuc-! Ow!”

You keep a straight face as you continue to rub your knuckles against his sternum, fully intent on delivering the worst possible pain to the current bane of your existence. It brings a sort of sadistic satisfaction to hear the ever prideful Baji’s screams of pain, and while it doesn’t completely undo the damage done, it does help soothe your wounded self-esteem.

“You want me stop? Beg for it.”

“Pissing, roleplay, choking, and begging? Goddam- OW!”

Your reign of terror comes to its untimely end when you’re lifted up into the air by the armpits, and through the haze of your power trip, you realize that Baji’s saving grace is Draken, who proceeds to carry you out of the parlor with ease.

“People are staring,” he coolly explains when you protest to having unfinished business.

Pouting, you cross your arms over your chest. “It’s his fault.”

Once outside, Draken doesn’t immediately put you back on your feet, until Mikey strolls out of the parlor. Only when the gang leader has his arms outstretched to you are you promptly deposited on the ground and taken into his embrace.

“Are you done letting off some steam?” is the first thing he asks you. Even though you can’t see his expression, the way he holds you and the way he cradles the back of your head, handling you with the utmost care, is indication enough that there will be no reprimand for, essentially, assaulting your division commander. (You would argue that it was an act of self defense against verbal harassment, but whatever.)

There’s just an overwhelming amount of love. So, so, so much love for each other.

“Yeah, I am,” you eventually answer, followed by a content sigh.

“Good.”

Naturally, that’s the perfect time for the tinkling of the bells above the parlor door to pilfer your attention. Baji’s appearance causes your face to morph into a scowl.

You cling tighter to Mikey, peeking over his shoulder to flip the ravenet off and mouth, ‘Go to Hell.’

As always, Baji answers your attempt to appear opposing with an obnoxious smirk.

‘See you there.’

~~~

“Boku no Pico, huh?”

“Draken, don’t laugh! Baji forced me to watch it!”

“All 3 episodes?”

“Twice.”

“...”

“...”

“Favorite scene...?”

“As if I’d have one.”

"Actually-"

“Ahh! Shut up! Why are you here, stupid Baji?! You live in the other direction!”

~~~

“Hey, (Y/n). Want to try doing the same thing with me?”

You look up, perplexed. Mikey literally just walked into the room, and that was the first thing he said to you.

“Do wha-?”

Your breath catches in your throat when you turn your head, only for you to come centimeters from bumping noses with him. And because he can, he lovingly knocks your foreheads together, too.

“It’s okay. I promise it’ll definitely be fun.”

You should feel ashamed for recognizing the same sequence of lines from Boku no Pico so quickly, though any coherent words are overtaken by an incomprehensible, high-pitched screech, a feat achieved solely by a teenage boy going through puberty.

A combination of shock and amusement crosses over Mikey’s features then. He’s never heard you make that sound before.

It’s cute. Strains the ears quite a bit, but cute.

While Draken lurks beside him, questioning Mikey’s standards of what constitutes as ‘cute,’ you’re sprinting across the room, red-faced, to Baji, who’s already grinning from ear-to-ear.

“Stop tainting my boyfriend, you piece of shit! Give him back his innocence!”

(Unbeknownst to you, whilst immersed in your fit of hysterics, your use of the word ‘boyfriend’ has a certain blond beaming.

“Did you hear that, Ken-chin? He called me his boyfriend.”

“Wow, congrats.”

Mikey either doesn’t give a shit or is simply too smitten to acknowledge Draken’s apathetic response.)

Baji blinks, unable to believe what you’re trying to insinuate. “Innocent? That little gremlin motherfucker?”

Both of you look in Mikey’s direction. When he sees you staring, he breaks out in a smile and throws a wave.

Your heart involuntarily skips a beat at the sight, and, okay, you’re convinced. Mikey deserves better than knowing of that cursed series’ existence.

Clearly, you’re down bad for Toman’s leader, and as such, Baji figures he can use that to quench his boredom for the day.

“Ooh, if only you knew what he gets off to.”

The tone in his voice instantly rouses suspicion. You narrow your eyes at him. “I don’t care what kind of porn he gets off to.”

“Porn? Nah, ya silly goose-”

“Don’t call me that.”

Baji ignores your comment as he moves to sling one arm around your shoulders, the other raising up to mimic an obscene tugging motion that no teenage boy is a stranger to.

“He jerks it to yo-”

BAM!

One second, Baji is lazily hanging off of your person, the next, he’s sprawled out on the floor, face down, and groaning in pain. You expect nothing less after witnessing him receive a rather impressive flying kick to the chest from Mikey.

Before you can assess the full damage, your view gets obscured by a pair of keys.

“Wanna take my bike out for a spin?”

Yes, you know Mikey is trying to divert your attention from whatever Baji was going to say, and, yes, you probably should check on the figure that has yet to get up.

But do you really care?

You take one glance at Baji’s concerningly unmoving body and quickly come to a conclusion.

You do not.

That being said, you quite literally drag Mikey and, by extension, Draken out of there, chanting an excited, “Let’s go!” on your way, abandoning Baji to wither on the ground.

Baji?

Baji feels betrayed.

~~~

"Chifuyu?”

“Hm?”

“Y’know, I was joking.” Baji flips onto his back with a grunt. “Man, who knew Mikey was all grown up?”

The vice captain of the first division hums, seemingly uninterested in his commander’s musings.

It goes quiet for a few minutes, the sole instigator of noise being Chifuyu flipping the pages of his manga.

Unpredictable is Baji, and the same goes for his train of thought.

“I should punch Mikey for kicking me.”

“No, you’d get beat up.”

“...”

“I should punch (Y/n) for Mikey kicking me.”

Truly, unpredictable and senseless.

“You’d still get beat up.”

Baji opens his mouth to argue.

“By Mikey.”

He promptly closes it.

“Fuck it. I’ll keep spicing up their relationship as payback.”

Sighing, Chifuyu closes his book to crouch down next to him. “Baji-san, with all due respect, you’re an asshole.”

Baji Keisuke has experienced betrayal twice today.

And he deserved it both times.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

hi yes im still alive

DON’T MIND ME, I’M JUST--

HAVING A MOMENT TO PROCESS ALL THE LORE AND STORY CHAPTER 6 JUST DROPPED ON US, I CAN BARELY WRITE

AHHHHHHH, I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS 😭 kjdbbaufbiafafvoaybo LEMME PUT ON MY THINKING CAP AND THROW SOME STUFF OUT ASDYUBUASDLI;AGVUOQIB;VI You’ll understand why I used Leona’s face here even though it’s Idia and Ortho’s chapter after you read my thoughts--

***Chapter 6 (and other main story) spoilers below the cut!***

Okay, just to keep it simple, I’ll try to keep things in chronological order!

First is a bullet point list of my thoughts on chapter 6 so far, then all my questions and theories (mostly a biggish theory on Ace) are at the end of the post.

Expectation: Idia cowering in his room, Vil and Rook busting down his door using Epel as a battering ram, dead Ortho theory confirmed

Reality: SWAT TEAM RAID ON NRC, DORM LEADERS (sans Kalim) AND JAMIL GET KIDNAPPED

Admittedly, I’m disappointed to see that the injury Grim inflicted to MC was basically just a cat scratch and nothing more. I thought it would be a lot more impactful if MC had to deal with juggling the realization that Grim has betrayed their friendship and trust while also on the verge of death (or at least while being severely injured)... And given how MC reacted to the attack at the end of chapter 5, I would think whatever struck them was much more substantial than just a cat scratch. I’m going to go out on a limb here and say either the script got scrubbed by Disney, or the intent was that MC was still woozy from VDC / OB Vil, MC felt so betrayed that it shook them emotionally, or that MC was just that weak by default that they can’t defend themselves against cat claws.

Hey, Ramshackle’s finally getting renovated! Proceeds to immediately get destroyed again--

I feel like????????? They tried to retroactively explain why Neige won to try and mitigate the uproar over how VDC ended. There’s some dialogue between the VDC group about how they didn’t perform at their peak because of having just walked out of dealing with OB Vil, and how Neige’s fans were going to vote for him anyway because they resonated with his background. Honestly, I think they should have moved on from that sore spot instead of bringing it up again, even if how chapter 5 ended didn’t personally bother me.

BOOM, HERE COME THE TWST TERMINATORS--

NOT GONNA LIE, THOSE STYX GUYS LOOK HOT SO COOL

AAAAAAND IT’S KIDNAPPING MONTAGE TIME, KIDS

JOABSFHUPAUABDBADB CALM DOWN, RIDDLE??????? YOU’RE GOING TO COMMIT ARSON IN BROAD DAYLIGHT--

Okay, I know this chapter’s focused on Ignihyde and Grim, but the standout part to me (so far) has been the scene where Leona’s being kidnapped. Historically, Leona has not been a character that I like (excluding that one time I had to pretend to like him for a game). I feel like he’s one massive missed opportunity (he didn’t show up much in chapter 2, he’s pretty similar backstory-wise to his Disney counterpart compared to the other Dorm Leaders, he didn’t seem to learn anything or become a better person even a LITTLE after chapter 2, etc.). I’m not a fan of his lazy and arrogant attitude either (even if it is justified by his backstory). But here? THIS IS THE LEONA I ACTUALLY LIKE AND WANT TO SEE MORE OF. 

LIKE????? I CAN’T DESCRIBE TO YOU HOW MUCH I LIKE THIS SCENE???? Yeah, we have Leona fighting STYX at first, but as soon as he realizes who they are, he wises up and surrenders because he knows better than to resist arrest. AND NOT ONLY THAT, but he uses King’s Roar in a smart way--to turn the falling greenhouse glass panes into sand so they don’t hurt anyone nearby (namely him and Ruggie).

And after he turns himself in????? LEONA TELLS RUGGIE TO TAKE CARE OF SAVANACLAW FOR HIM!!! THIS is what a real leader would do. He looks after himself and his people, but he knows when to surrender, AND he leaves his “kingdom” (the dorm) in good hands while he’s away. THIS is the Leona I want to see.

AJBDUASHPFBUABFIABIYFBIPFAAFIAF I ALSO REALLY LIKE HIS SASS WHEN HE JUST THROWS HIS HANDS UP AND ASDBIASBIABAIODDAYOFAIPPADAIDB SAYS “I’ll go with you, but be careful while escorting me, okay? Despite my looks, I'm a precious prince. I’ll get sick/dizzy if you drive recklessly.” SARCASTIC SASSY SMARTASS??????? IF YOU HAD MORE LINES LIKE THIS, I’D LIKE YOU MORE

I love how Azul���s still talking about capitalism/how he can profit from Idia (apparently the Shrouds are like the TWST equivalent of Google??????) as he’s being escorted away by the agents?????? IF I WERE HIM, I’D BE PISSED OFF THAT THEY INTERRUPTED MY BOARD GAME????? At least let the man finish first--

Damn, everyone’s being tasered???????? And apparently all the STYX agents are equipped with anti-magic plates? I guess Bind the Heart can just eat shit then--

Lilia’s ringtone is cute, period.

CROWLEY CALLED STYX TO CAPTURE GRIM???? GRIM IS OFFICIALLY A SCP THAT NEEDS TO BE CONTAINED????

WAIT WHAT CROWLEY’S BEING KIDNAPPED TOO??????? Oh well, the school is probably safer in Trein’s hands anyway--

askhlbfbilhidbabbidasb RIDDLE WAKES UP POST KIDNAPPING AND HE’S USING LEONA AS A LAP PILLOW?????!

How does it feel to be held in a room against your will, Jamil? Yeah, don’t like a taste of your own medicine, do you?

OH HI IDIA, NICE YZMA MAD SCIENTIST GETUP YOU GOT THERE

Wait, what????? THAT’S IT?????? SERIOUSLY???????

MAN.

I have so many questions??????? Specifically about STYX and what they do, and how the Shrouds are tied into all of it.

So they say STYX is a specialized unit called in to quell serious Overblot cases. And if Crowley called them to deal with Grim... well, bad times ahead for Grim. STYX has also been studying Overblot for a long time, which is why (I think?) they captured Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, and Vil. 

There’s been some allusions made between Grim and Stitch in a lot of fan art and fan theories I’ve seen, since their struggles have some parallels: that being them struggling to decide if they are “good” or “bad”. I don’t know if this was intentional on the part of the TWST writing team, but regardless, it’s a really good concept that plays into the themes of TWST itself. There’s no good, there’s no evil, no black and white--most of the characters we see may be BASED on villains, but that doesn’t MAKE them villains. They are good, and bad, in their own ways--and now Grim is dealing with that crisis as he fights to keep his sanity and avoid completely succumbing to Overblot.

Though Idia seems to be involved with STYX’s research, it doesn’t sound like he personally gave the order to retrieve those test subjects (or at the very least, he’s not happy about roughing up the test subjects), it sounds like the orders came from other people in the organization. His parents, perhaps?

They mention briefly that Idia’s parents are asking him to “come home”, so it must be for something urgent. Are they worried about his safety? But Idia’s lines at the end of chapter 5 lead me to think he is estranged from his family, since he straight up rejected a job offer linked to them (Olympus Corp is owned by the Jupiter family, and the Shrouds are a branch family of Jupier), and says something like “I’m not welcome anywhere”. Has Idia done something to disgrace him from the rest of the family? Or is it more of a self imposed/self inflicted statement, given that he always says he’s “cursed” and acts like he’s guilty of something that deserves scorn?

Why is Idia participating in STYX research, even if it means experimenting on his fellow students (and fellow board game enthusiast Azul)? People are speculating that he wants to use blots to fully revive Ortho (if dead Ortho theory is true), or that Idia actually has heroic intentions (he wants to know more about blots to prevent OBing from happening?), but at this point??? Literally anything could happen?!

In future parts, I’m guessing Pomefiore, MC, and Adeuce will team up to break Jamil and the Dorm Leaders (except Malleus, Malleus got left out again www) out? And HOPEFULLY we get to see Rook’s Unique Magic or at least more screen time, since I feel like he got so little in chapter 5... Another thing I’d like to see is Ace and/or Epel getting their Unique Magic, or at least starting to develop it. It’s really mostly Ace I want more details for.

A theory I’ve been holding onto for a long time is that Deuce getting his UM will spur Ace on to become jealous (since he has always seen Deuce as an idiot/”lesser” than him), and that will cause a rift in the friendship, or for Ace to throw himself into a dangerous situation to prove himself (he has done it before with Riddle)... and has his ass rescued again. This would make Ace even angrier, since he feels like everyone is treating him like a little kid or rubbing it in that he isn’t “as good” as they are. I don’t know where it would go from there (I’m sure TWST would get creative), but ultimately it would culminate in Ace making amends with everyone and rushing in to save them from either Grim or Idia OB.

I don’t think Ace would discover his UM in a similar manner as Deuce (Deuce had to embrace his own stubbornness and straightforwardness, but as the term “Unique” Magic implies, the way a magic develops and manifests is “unique” to the user). While Deuce has to learn to accept his own way of thinking, I believe Ace is already sure of his own way of thinking and has totally accepted it. I think what Ace has to deal with instead is coming to terms with his fickleness. We’ve seen him time and time again treating his loved ones kind of callously, from constantly bullying MC, Grim, and Deuce to ghosting his own girlfriend and flaking on people when they are counting on him to do a task.

The issue with Ace isn’t that he isn’t aware, it’s that he is aware and he seems to think this behavior is totally okay. He demonstrates little to no remorse in what he does and says, and he doesn’t seem to care about the consequences either (how many times does he get punished by Riddle, yet he keeps doing the same dumb things over and over?). Ace appears to operate under the mindset of always being in the right, or (if he’s in the wrong), he won’t really acknowledge it, or he will wave it off as “no big deal”--and I think that’s his greatest weakness.

In the scenario I described earlier, I mentioned that Ace’s jealousy will cause a wedge between him and his friends, and I think this will play into him realizing the error of his ways. When he has finally driven away all of the people that supported him, what will he have left? Nothing. Then maybe Ace suddenly finds himself relating to Idia, or to Grim, who have Overblotted and are in a similar emotional state as he is. Confused and lonely... and that energizes him to pitch in again, even if all he has is wind magic up his sleeve. Everyone could be shocked that Ace has returned, and in that moment, he could finally realize his true potential and unlock his Unique Magic!

(Maybe that’s too specific, but that’s a scenario that I’ve had playing in my head for a long time!)

... Buuuuut given that Ace has gotten little to no spotlight so far in chapter 6, I’m not sure if they’ll lean into him developing his UM yet (unless they pull a chapter 5 and really start addressing Ace in the latter half of the chapter like they did with Deuce). Seeing as chapter 6 is dealing with a lot of heavy topics (death, Grim lore, Overblot lore), I’m thinking maybe the TWST team will push off Ace’s UM development to chapter 7???? The only way I can see it happening in chapter 6 is if the chapter is SUPER long, or if the writing is REALLY good or really bad. 

Anyway, I’m keeping my fingers crossed!!! I’m so excited for the rest of chapter 6... I hope that we don’t have to wait too long for it!

[supercorpkid]

Extraneous Variable

Error: n1.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Alex Danvers x Niece!Reader, Brainy x Reader

Word count: 3220.

So what if Lena told you not to mess with alien technology, and that ‘whatever comes from it, it’s clearly evil’? They had a device to erase the mind that you couldn’t crack, it should be obvious to her that eventually you would find your way to it in your lab and try to figure it out. You are an inventor after all, you should know how this thing works.

And it’s crazy, the number of things you can think with just a few changes here and there. This piece of tech is so groundbreaking that if you figure it out, you’ll change the world completely. If you just find the courage to press that little button.

You can do it. You’re a scientist. If your mind gets erased, then you already have the device to bring the memories back. And if something else happens, you sure can think of a solution too. Here’s to not dying.

You press the button.

You’re pretty sure this wasn’t supposed to be happening. The machine seems to be overheating and you’re positive that the entire room shouldn’t be blue. Maybe you should get out of the lab.

You run to the door, but halfway through you fall on the floor. You look around, confused. How-how did everything get so big? Oh, no. Oh, wait. Oh, dear Rao. Things didn’t get bigger! You got smaller! How? You get up and try to walk, but you fall face first on the floor.

Ouch, that hurts. Wait, wait. What are these weird little fat hands? You look at the shiniest surface in the room and then, BOOM, you realize. You’re a baby. A BABY! You got turned into a BA-BY! Shit. What do you do now?

Your phone is on top of the table, and you obviously can’t reach it. You try to fly, but you don’t leave the ground. You look at the surface again just to be sure. It’s you, it’s really you. You look like all the old photos of yourself you can think of. So, you’re stuck in your old baby’s body, but you still think like a 16-years-old-girl? Ok. Not weird at all.

You’re sorry about what you’re doing next, but you need help out of this mess. You press the emergency button on the super watch and wait until Kara appears. No longer than two minutes later.

“Baby! Did you call?” You hear from the other side of the door. “Please, open the door.”

Well, that’s just it. You can’t.

“Little one, if you don’t open it, I’m gonna have to break it.” Kara waits a beat, and when nothing happens, she pushes the door. You look at the door coming off on her hands, and she puts it on the side. “Baby, where are you?” She is looking up, so she hasn’t seen you yet.

“Mommy!” You yell, to get her attention and she looks down at you.

“What the-?” Kara kneels down in front of you, blinking slowly, trying to take in what’s in front of her. She furrows her brows, tilts her head, then looks up again. “Baby, did you make another baby with your DNA?”

“Mommy!” You say again, and she looks down on you one more time. You open your arms, so she can pick you up, and Kara does just that. “Baby!”

“Well, you certainly look and sound like my daughter.” Kara sits you on your table and looks around. It takes her a couple of minutes to finally look back at you with wide eyes. “You ARE my daughter!”

“Yes!”

Kara paces around the lab, looking at you a few times and looking around. She looks as shocked as you think she would.

“Mom!” You ask and she comes back to the table. “Mom, hi!”

“You want to go say hi to your mom?” She asks, to which you shake your head agreeing.

“Peas.”

“Oh.” Kara holds your face between her hands with the biggest smile, and eyes full of tears. “It’s you little one! You’re a baby again. You said, ‘peas’ instead of ‘please’.” One tear falls from her eye. “It’s you! You’re my baby again!”

Ok. This is going to go on forever if you let her, so, you might as well speed this up.

“Mom, mom, mom!” You chant, until Kara stops kissing your face, and picks you up again.

“Well, I do not miss you only wanting Lena, but ok.” She makes her way out of the lab, and you feel bad for chanting for Lena so annoyingly. You reach for her face, and she looks down on you. You smile at her, and she smiles back.

“Sowy mommy.” Kara looks at you, and she looks like she’s about to explode from happiness.

“Can we just keep you like this forever?” Kara asks, kissing your face a few more times.

“No!” You frown and she laughs.

“Ok, ok.” Kara goes into the elevator. “Let’s get Lena and try to figure out how to reverse this.”

Kara stops on another floor, and you look around trying to figure out why you didn’t go to Lena’s office. Oh, no. She might be in a meeting. Kara makes her way to a room, and knocks on the door, waving at Lena on the other side.

“Let’s surprise her, shall we?” She hides you with her cape, watching Lena coming closer.

“Supergirl, I’m in the middle of a meeting. I can’t talk right now.” Lena spits out of gritted teeth.

“Well, this might change your mind.” Kara takes the cape out of your face, and you smile at Lena.

“Aah!” She yells, but soon covers her mouth with her hands. “Where did you get this baby?”

“This is our daughter!” Kara shows you again.

“Mom!” You say, so you can confirm Kara’s theory.

“This is not our daughter! Our daughter is sixteen!” Lena says, looking at you, and you open your arms, throwing yourself at her. She doesn’t pick you up. “What in the fucking hell is going on?”

“I was hoping you could answer!” Kara says and you fight out of her arms and into Lena’s. “She wants you.”

“I-I, dear God, why are our lives so damn weird?” Lena asks and bends over a little to look in your eyes. “Ok baby. I mean, actual baby. If you are somehow my teenage daughter trapped in a baby’s body, talk.”

“Yes. Baby.” You talk.

“This can’t be true.”

“Mom! Mom!” You open your arms again, Lena still doesn’t pick you up, much preoccupied with the meeting happening behind her. Ok, well, you’re sorry, but this meeting has to end now.

It’s not one of your finest moments, you have to admit, but you yell loud and cry even louder. Kara rocks you gently, while shushing you, and Lena is begging you to stop.

“MOM!” You yell, mid-cry, throwing yourself from Kara’s arms.

“Please pick her up!” Kara begs desperately, putting you in Lena's arms and you stop crying as soon as she does so, giving them a little satisfied smile.

“I have a meeting!” Lena tells you, and then looks at Kara asking for help.

“Not anymore. Now, you have a baby. Again.” Kara gives her a forced smile, and Lena looks back at the room with every man staring at her. Because, obviously, your crying has caught some attention.

“I’m sorry gentlemen, but it seems that this-” Lena shows you to them. “Matter is more urgent. The CFO will proceed with the meeting, if you can excuse me.”

She leaves, before anyone even has time to answer. Kara closes the door behind them, and they rush to Lena’s office.

She puts you sitting on the couch, and you stare at them, with a little smile on your face. So you don’t have a lot of words to explain what’s going on. What do you do now?

“Little one, how did this happen?” Kara kneels in front of the couch, and Lena sits on the floor next to her.

You smile sheepishly to both of them.

“Mom. Mommy. Baby.” Are those the only words you know? You might as well try every single one in your vocabulary. “Booboo!”

“What?” Lena asks, looking at her boobs. “There’s no more milk left in these booboos, my love.”

Oh no. Rao, no. Wrong word.

“Poopoo!” You try instead, and watch Kara trying to hold a chuckle.

“You want to go potty?” Kara asks. What? No! This is ridiculous. What kind of stupid baby only knows these stupid words?

“Peepee?” Ok, you know this won’t work.

“Ok, I’ll take you potty.” Kara stands up, ready to pick you up, and no way you’re going potty in front of her! Although, yeah, you could go to the bathroom right now. Guess you’ll have to hold it. You cry when she mentions picking you up, and she huffs, before kneeling again.

“I don’t understand what you want!”

“Kara, I think she’s trying to find a way to tell us what happened.” Lena gets up from her chair and takes a piece of paper and a marker. “Maybe you can draw?”

She puts the paper in front of you and the marker in your hands. Great! You just have to draw the machine and tell them to reverse it. You finish your drawing and show it to them.

“Is that a-” Kara closes one eye, backs off a little, gets very close to the paper, blinks twice, then furrows her brows. “A poopoo?”

No, it’s not a poopoo! It’s a… You look down at your drawing. Shit. It’s a poopoo.

You cry. And this time you actually cry because you’re feeling sad. Hopeless. Stupid. What the hell have you done? And how are you going to reverse it?

“Oh no baby, it’s ok!” Lena picks you up, gently rocking you in her arms. “We’ll figure it out. I promise. You’re not going to be a baby forever.”

“Baby no?” You ask. Wow, good for you, you added a new word to your vocabulary. And it’s not even grammatically correct.

“Baby no.” Kara repeats, kissing your forehead. “Shall we get home?”

“Yeah.” Lena stands up and grabs her purse. “You go buy diapers and I’ll take her home.”

Wait, what? Diapers? You’re not wearing diapers!

“No!” You say to them. “No!”

“Well, you can’t stay wrapped around your t-shirt forever. What if you need to pee?” Kara asks and you poke Lena’s cheek.

“Peepee.” You look back at Kara, with a smug look on your face.

“Oh, really? So you’re not going to pee your pants? Ok. If you say so.” They are almost walking out of Lena’s office when you realize you can’t really hold your pee forever, so you poke Lena again.

“Mom, peepee, peas?” You ask, and Lena does instant heart eyes at you.

“How is she so adorable?” Lena says before taking you potty. Rao, you can’t believe you’re thinking things like ‘potty’ now.

“Ok, can we go now?” Kara asks. You think that maybe you all should be heading downstairs to your lab, to figure out how to reverse this, but at the same time you’re so sleepy, your brain is kind of foggy and you can’t think right now.

When you wake up, unfortunately still as a baby, you’re already at home. You’re laying in a very improvised crib that Kara must have put together last minute.

“Mommy?” You call, and Lena’s head appears in your eyesight.

“Hey, babygirl. Oh!” Lena looks down and smiles at you. “You peed your pants.”

“No!” You yell, making her laugh.

“I’m kidding, baby. Come here.” She picks you up, and you smile at her. Lena spends a few seconds just staring lovingly at you. “Our lives are so weird, but it feels good getting to hold you like this again.”

“Baby.”

“Yeah. But the cutest one.” She kisses your cheek, making you smile wider at her.

“No booboos?” You ask, when Lena sits you on the counter, in front of her.

“Stop saying that, you know what it means.” She jokes, but quickly understands you’re hungry, so she picks up baby food from the fridge. “Kara picked it up on the way. Do you wanna try them?”

“No.”

“It was a lot easier when you were a baby baby.” Lena sighs and you open your mouth, giving up. What else is there to do? Starve? No, thank you. She puts some food in your mouth, but before you can’t even swallow-

“OH MY GOD!” You hear a voice coming from the backyard door, and you look there only to realize the truth. It’s Jamie. Real life-size Jamie. Looking at a miniature life-size you. “It’s true! She is a baby again!”

“I told you!” Kara comes from behind her, giving her a shit-eating grin, and you wish you could roll your eyes to both of them.

“Oh my God, little Danvers! You’re actually little again.” Jamie comes closer getting face-to-face with you. “Oh, wow. I always knew you would do something hilariously dumb, but this is-” She points at you, and starts laughing at your face. “Next level stupidity even for you.”

HA-HA. And you’re hilariously dirty, big Danvers. You think, before spitting all of your food in her face.

“Hey! No!” Lena picks you up, getting you away from Jamie. “That wasn’t nice! Say you’re sorry to your cousin. Come on. She’s here to help.”

“Sowy.”

“Sorry Jamie, come get cleaned up.” Kara holds her shoulders, directing her to the bedrooms. “You can pick any of your cousin’s clothes you would like.”

What? That’s not fair!

“Oooh, I know just which one!” She rushes out of the kitchen, and you look at Lena.

“She came to help you. I can’t believe you’ve done that.” Lena scolds you a little too seriously. Ok, so apparently being a baby doesn’t give you carte blanche to do whatever you want.

“Sowy, mom.” You ask and wink your big blue eyes at her and Lena wavers in front of you.

“God, you’re so cute. It’s not fair!”

It doesn’t take long until Jamie comes downstairs wearing your favorite T-shirt, and you stick your tongue out at her when none of your moms are looking.

“Ok, well, Jamie is going to babysit you, while we go to L Corp figure out what you did and how to undo it.” Lena says, picking up her purse, and you see Kara following behind.

“Mommy, no!” You ask, and Kara turns around, to look at you.

“Little one, mommy is going to help, ok? You stay here with Jamie and be nice.”

“MOMMY NO!” You don’t want to be left alone with Jamie. You know for a fact she has zero experience with children. She almost killed her doll! Let alone you!

“Hey.” Kara comes back to you. “Stop that. We have to undo the mess you made.”

“Mom, yes. Mommy, no!” Ok, fine. She seems to want things the hard way, very well! You can do it the hard way. You stare into her eyes, before starting to cry as loud as you can. “Mommy no! No!”

“Ugh!” Kara picks you up, looking at your red face, and watery eyes. “Good time to just need me, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” You stop crying, and smile at her.

“Ok, fine. I’ll call Alex and Brainy to help. You two stay with the needy baby and try to figure out a way to get information.” Lena leaves, and Kara looks back at Jamie.

“Any idea how to get information out of an 18-month-baby?”

“How about this or that?” Jamie asks, to which Kara furrows her brows. “Ok, get me your computer.”

You can’t believe Jamie had this idea and you haven’t. Well, you’re a baby so it doesn’t really matter what ideas you had, they wouldn’t understand you. She shows you a bunch of pictures, and asks questions like “was it an experience or an alien?” Then you point to the machine in the picture. They keep asking questions until they have a brief grasp of what you have done.

“I’m going to call Lena.” Kara passes the baby food to Jamie. “Keep feeding her.”

Jamie grabs the food and looks at you, squinting her eyes. You hold her gaze defiant.

“If you want to eat, you need me to feed you. And I will only feed you if you promise you won’t spit on me again.” Jamie says, holding the spoon full of baby food just a little too far from your mouth. “So, do you want it?” You agree with your head. “Will you spit it?”

“No.” You admit, feeling defeated. Jamie puts the spoon on your mouth.

“Good baby!” She jokes, and Rao, how much you wanted to have more words in your vocabulary right now. Anything from ‘shut up’ to ‘fuck you’, would do just fine. Oh well, you can always tell her that once you come back to your old body.

Jamie keeps feeding you the most disgusting food you ever tasted in your life, and you keep eating because goddamn it, you turned yourself into a baby! A baby! Kara comes back a little later saying that with Brainy’s help, it looks like they’ve figured out the problem.

Kara flies to L Corp with you in her arms. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay like this for a while longer? It would solve all of your problems.”

Sure. Then add some more, like, having to go potty in front of people. Ugh, what a nightmare. You hope you never have to do that again in your life.

“No, mommy.”

“Just another day. Please?” Kara begs and you do your best to roll your eyes. You don’t think you’ve accomplished that, though, when her reaction is ‘awww’.

“Mommy. Baby, no. Peas.”

“Ok, ok. Can you, maybe, make a copy of yourself and-”

“Oh, there she is!” Lena says, when Kara walks in the lab with you. You’re glad she cut Kara’s absurd request off. “Look at my baby, Alex!”

“Oh, hey kiddo!” Aunt Alex looks at you with an amused expression. “What a mess you got yourself into, huh?”

She can say that again.

“Ok, I reverted the command she gave. I’m positive it will work. Well, I’m 80% positive, which in this scenario is a good percentage.” Brainy says, and your moms look at you, almost like they miss you already. “Ok, she has to be alone in the room, so maybe put her on the floor, and put the clothes she’ll need next to her.”

“Hey, are you ok?” Kara asks, and you agree with your head. “I love you.”

“I love you, babygirl. You’re the cutest baby I’ve ever seen, but I want my beautiful teenage daughter back.” Lena kisses your face a couple of times and smiles at you. “God, look at you! We should’ve made ten of her. Just look at her face.”

“There’s still time.” Kara jokes with a smile, putting you on the floor. “See you in a few seconds, little one.”

The room flashes blue again, and, in a few seconds, you look in front of you and see long hairy legs, instead of baby ones. Wait. Hairy legs? You stand up and look down on yourself.

“AAAAAAAAAAH!”

Notes:

@oncemoonie gave me so many awesome funny ideas, hope you enjoy this.

[percydarling]

So I made yall cry last time. I'm going to make you all cry more.

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Percy doesn't understand why he is standing in front of the audience to give an eulogy.

He doesn't understand why he has to speak.

But George insisted and who is he to deny the man who lost his twin.

His family is seated in the front and they're all looking at him expectantly and he can't afford to disappoint them.

He looks at George and he sees George. George is not Fred.

He closes his eyes and thinks of Fred.

He had planned of something to say but he realises all those words are empty promises and lies.

So he looks at the audience and he speaks.

"First of all we should get rid of the black and white boring formal wear."

And with his wand Percy changes everyone who is wearing clothes coloured in black and white to pop and funky colours.

(He thinks he sees his father smile)

"Fred well Fred he wasn't a saint.

He was cruel.

He was reckless.

He was immature."

Percy pauses and stares at the horrified looks from the audience.

"But he was charming. He was humorous. He was lionhearted. Literally.

More importantly he's my brother.

He's not flawless. He's not a saint. He's not Merlin. He's just my little brother and he had his faults but that made him real. It made him vulnerable. It made him someone. And when you call him a saint or pure or good hearted. You are entirely wrong. You are then ignoring his legacy. Because he was none of thos things."

Percy stops talking. He can't go ahead with what he has to say without offending people but today is about Fred so he doesn't give a crap.

"How many of you remember Fred as Fred and not as 'the twins' or 'FredandGeorge'?"

Everyone looks even more horrified than they did before wondering what Percy was trying to imply but Percy's only interested in his family's opinion.

Most of them just stare at him. Only George looks at him with his eyes gleaming.

"Let me enlighten you all on who Fred is.

Fred's an actor. He's overdramatic."

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"Okay Perce. You be the the Dark Evil Villain and I'll be the hero."

"Alright Freddie"

Percy's glad that Bill left his wooden toys here. Now he and Freddie are playing with the swords Bill made.

"Accept death, you evil person", Fred says with determination on his small face

"Never", Percy replies as they both begin to swordfight.

And they play until both of them are exhausted amd their parents find them sleeping with Fred on top of Percy.

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"Fred's really good at dancing. Ginny can tell you all about that."

Ginny's already smirking.

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"But I have to know how to dance if I ever dance with Harry Potter."

A 7 year old Ginny puffs at him.

"I'm not an expert on dancing Gin", Percy replied annoyed at being interrupted while he was reading a book.

"DID SOMEONE SAY DANCE?", Fred screams from above.

"Oh brother", Percy mutters.

"Here Ginny, let the expert show you", Fred says emphasizing on expert as he boasts the waltz ( very badly)

"Fred you're stepping on my foot. Ouch. OUCH", Ginny cries.

"Look I'm not that bad", Fred replies a bit hurt.

"Here Fred let me show you", Percy says standing up.

"You'll need it incase you require a dancing partner at something and we don't want to end up causing pain do we expert?", Percy tries to make light of the situation, smiling slightly.

It works. Because Fred grins at him.

"Hey! What about me?", Ginny cries.

"I'll show you too."

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"Fred is, he's many things really. And instead of talking, I'll show you."

Percy planned the best for last. Somehow he had combined memories of Fred from people who knew him. It was a vigorous spell. Really difficult but it was worth it in the end.

He pointed his wand in the sky and everyone could see Fred.

And it was Fred and not George.

It was Fred.

It is Fred

(Percy can't wrap around the fact that he has to use a past tense. He just can't. )

Percy looks at everyone. They're all looking at Fred. The memories of Fred. Everyone is crying. They're all immersed in seeing Fred.

Even his family is crying.

And he realises he is too.

Fred meant a lot to a lot of people. He always will.

(Literally and figuratively.)

Percy looks at his brother up in the sky.

"I'm so sorry Fred. I wish I could have saved you. I love you so much"

Percy is so immersed in his self hatred he doesn't realise George is next to him.

"Thank you for honoring his memory and only his", George tells him and proceeds to hug him for the first time after the war.

Percy melts into the hug.

He couldn't save Fred.

But he could save George.

He would die trying.

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Someone please make a drawing of lil!Percy and Fred.

Because I'm crying😭😭😭

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

scopaesthesia 👁️ chapter 4

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3

Warnings: nonconsensual sex, death, murder, violence, stalking, paranoia, blood, gore, and other warnings to be added

This is dark!Bucky Barnes with a likelihood off dark!Steve Rogers as well and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Not everything is what it seems.

Note: I’m getting this chapter out before I’m clogged up with work. Y’all take care of yourselves and I hope you have a Happy Halloween.

Thank you. Love you guys!

As always, if you can, please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3

Despite your agitation, your isolation slowly reinstilled a sense of stability in you. Even if you were trapped, even if you had little choice in being there, the cabin with the bullet proof windows and advanced security system calmed your wearing nerves. And without a phone, you could not be reminded of, or harassed by the faceless villain who had turned your life on its head.

The first day dragged by as you spent hours pacing in your room and tossing and turning on the mattress. Sure, you were annoyed with Bucky and his demands, his often mercurial moods, but you recalled Steve’s words and they abated your irritation. You could still be in your apartment, still be entirely clueless to your shadowy stalker, still be a sitting duck swimming through dark waters. But you were safe with two super soldiers, even if the circumstances weren’t ideal.

Steve brought you a pre-packaged meal and you ate alone at the desk after trading him for your grocery list. 

You stared out the window at the shedding trees and the frozen ground, the critters gathering what they could for their nests and burrows. The preserved potatoes were powdery and stuck to your tongue; the gravy lumpy and bland. You tossed the tray in the bin under the desk and rolled yourself in your covers.

That nail in your skull hadn’t quite relented yet and the knot in your stomach only wound tighter. You were still tender between your legs but the levee had yet to break. You laid awake through the night but for the few hours before sunrise. You awoke with stiff muscles and a heavy head. No longer a sharp pain at the top but a dull pulsing just above your neck.

You went back to the desk, wrapped in the quilt formerly folded over the end of the bed and slid open the drawer. You stirred through the hotel quality contents; cheap pens, a notepad, and a handful of mints. Odd but you supposed you weren’t the first occupants of the safe house.

You took out a blue pen and the pad of paper. You looked out the window and etched in ink the scene on the other side of the glass. You weren’t particularly skilled but the points of the tall pines and the sprawling arms of the walnut tree were simple enough. Little scribbles to show the twigs and pinecones at their feet. You blindly scratched the nib against the thin paper until you heard a knock at your door.

“You awake?” Bucky’s voice came clear through the door.

You put the pen down and cloaked yourself once more in the quilt as you stood. “Yeah,” you called back as you leaned against the edge of the desk. “What is it?”

Bucky carefully turned the handle and opened the door. He wore his high collared jacket with its chest pockets and two more lower down. His leather-sheathed knife hung from his belt, its tip poking out from beneath his coat, and he twisted a pair of gloves in his hands. He let the door fall completely open and lingered in the frame.

“I’m going into town. Steve will be here.” He said as his blue eyes bore into you. “You okay?”

You shrugged and pulled the blanket tighter around you. 

“You want me to turn the heat up?” He asked. You didn’t answer. “Look, I’m sorry about last night. About being so blunt but you have to understand, you panicking isn’t helping anyone.”

“Why wouldn’t you at least tell me about something like that? About the drawings?” You snapped. “I have a right to know.”

He sniffed and let out a long breath. “You really don’t want to know everything. Alright. I was just coming to make sure your list was final. Anything I need to add?”

“Just sweeping it aside? Just like that?”

“Honey, you don’t need to worry about this creep. Me and Steve will. You just need to be patient,” He neared you with decisive steps, “And listen to us. We’re your lifeline, it’s about time you start using it.”

“Don’t.” You huffed. “Don’t call me ‘honey’.”

He tilted his head and his eyes sparked. His lips curved slightly as he considered you.

“Sorry,” he said rigidly. “I guess… I didn’t realise I was doing that.”

You watched him as he pulled on his gloves and bent his fingers, flexing his hands as he pushed his shoulders back.

“So, I don’t need to grab anything else while I’m out?” He prodded. “You got enough clothes--”

“Yeah,” you said sharply, “I should be fine. I’d say that list is the least of my worries.”

He smiled and scoffed. “Alright, h-- You need anything, you let Steve know. He’s downstairs trying to figure out breakfast.”

You nodded as he stared at you. He rubbed his hands together and backed away. He turned and stopped at the door.

“If you really want the truth,” he looked over his shoulder, “He killed again. Two girls in as many nights…” He shook his head and tutted. “He seems pretty desperate. It’s a good thing you’re here. With us.” He stepped out into the hall and you barely heard his last word. “Safe.”

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You found Steve in the kitchen grimacing at a bag of oats. His hair was slightly askew and he wore a sweatshirt which would be loose on any other man but clung to his broad chest and thick arms. His blue eyes bore a semblance of fatigue and he looked up as you neared the other side of the long walnut island.

“There’s coffee,” he smiled. “Do you like oatmeal?”

“It will do,” you climbed up on a stool and bent your arms over the counter. “Bucky gone?”

“Yeah,” Steve set down the bag and turned to the cupboard. He pulled out a metal mug in the military style and filled it with coffee from the pot. He slid it over to you. “You like sugar? Cream? Because we have neither.”

“I’m fine,” you chuckled. “So… is this something you do a lot?”

“What? Make coffee?” He asked as he bent and searched the cupboards.

“No, whatever it is we’re doing here. Hiding?”

“I’ve been sent on protective missions before,” he stood and clunked a pot on the counter. “Can’t say it’s ever been this… intense. Usually political,” he opened the bag of oats and poured them into the pot, “Escort from point A to B. Nothing overly complicated.”

“So why exactly has S.H.I.E.L.D. taken the lead and not the FBI?” 

He looked at you and raised his brows. He turned to add water to the pot and placed it on the stove. He turned the dial and spun back to you.

“If I tell you, you can’t let on to Bucky that you know.” He warned as he neared the island. “I mean it. I really shouldn’t. He’s right, you know? The less you know, the better.”

“Tell me. I’ll keep my mouth shut.” You urged. “Please.”

He sighed and pushed back his blonde hair. His short stubble caught the light as he dropped his arms.

“We have reason, strong reason, to believe that this… guy has ties to an association known as HYDRA. An organization which has been working to undermine democratic peace for decades.” Steve lowered his voice as he leaned across the countertop. “The hotel room that was… an unexpected and uncharacteristic slip-up. Before, he was stealthy, smart, we were barely able to string it all together. He was all over the city. But… I’m starting to think that it’s all deliberate on his part. He wants to distract us with the overwhelming evidence so that we make a real mistake.”

“But why-- Why would an operative want anything to do with me?”

“Oh, well, we don’t think he’s with HYDRA anymore and that makes him even more dangerous. He’s taken everything they taught him, all the evil they instilled in him, and now he’s working for his own agenda.” 

Steve searched your face, “Why he chose you; who knows? Maybe you said ‘hi’ to him and he liked the way it sounded or maybe it’s entirely at random. The FBI handed this case over because they can’t figure him out and I gotta be honest, we’re not any closer than they were. The only upper hand we have is that Bucky saw him. That’s it. We don’t have a name or anything else. Just a face and there are an awful lot of those in New York.”

You trembled and ran your fingertips down your cheeks. You gulped as you sat up and your eyes threatened to well.

“Thanks for telling me.” You whispered.

“Right, but I need a favour in return.” He said.

“What?”

“Stop snooping around. We’re all stuck in here for a while. It doesn’t help anyone, especially not Bucky. He’s just trying to do his job and he’s already had to call in back-up. He’s feeling beat up right now.” Steve explained. “Besides, you really can’t give him a hard time after he got all bloodied up for you.”

“I… I’m sorry. I’m just scared.” You muttered, “I’ll cool it. Okay?”

He smiled and turned back to the stove. He grabbed a wooden spoon and stirred the oats. He swore under his breath.

“I really hope you’re a good cook because we’re all gonna be miserable if I’m in charge.” He tutted at the steaming pot. “Or at least, half-starved.”

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“So we ended up getting lost on the beach,” Steve hit his empty bowl with his elbow as he talked. “And the bozo says he’s gonna get seasick. On land!”

You laughed as Steve’s eyes twinkled but quickly stopped as you heard the beep from the front door. It opened and closed, followed by the tap of fingertips on the panel. You looked over your shoulder as Bucky entered. You hadn’t realised how long you and Steve had been talking. A couple hours even after finishing the chewy porridge.

“There’s more in the car,” Bucky crossed to the island and plunked two bags on it. 

“Oh, I’ll help,” you slid off the stool and Bucky caught your shoulder.

“You should stay inside,” Bucky said, “Steve.”

“Alright.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“I’ll clean up in here,” you offered.

“Don’t you dare,” Steve warned as he rounded the counter. “But since you promised to cook tonight I’ll be more than happy to let you do so then.”

“Deal,” you said and watched him pass into the hallway. 

Bucky’s hand slipped from your shoulder and he gripped the lip of the counter. “You two get along.”

“Figure I should try, considering,” you moved so that the stool was between you. 

“It’s gonna start snowing soon.” He said awkwardly. “Calling for a storm next week. Could be snowed in here.”

“Well, maybe that’s a good thing,” you said.

“Maybe,” he reached into one of the bags as he spoke, “I got you this.” He pulled out a bottle of red, “Figured I might as well.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to but… thanks,” you tried to smile. You heard Steve behind you and Bucky’s jaw squared as he looked over your shoulder. “At least let me help unpack.” You insisted as Steve placed the bags beside the others. “I mean, it’ll be something to keep me busy.”

“Twist my arm,” Steve said, “Alright, I’ll get the dishes and you started putting all this away. Bucky, do you mind helping?”

Bucky nodded and blinked slowly. “Any coffee left?” He asked.

“I’ll make a fresh pot,” Steve said as he gathered up the bowls, “But I wouldn’t recommend my oatmeal. There’s probably something better hidden in those bags.”

“Yeah, I’m good,” Bucky muttered, “It was a long ride.”

👁️

You decided that while you weren’t in control, it didn’t mean you were helpless. It only meant that you needed to let those who knew what they were doing take care of it. Bucky and Steve had years of experience in security and combat. You were just a secretary scared for her life. You had no idea what to do or what you were doing.

After the first couple days, it grew easier. You grew comfortable but not complacent. The few times of day you could cook kept you busy enough to distract you. Steve and Bucky were easier to be around as you grew used to them, even just used to having others in your living space. Mostly, you kept to yourself but managed some decent conversation when you ate or stumbled upon each other in the cabin.

It was quiet and you were bored. Again. There were a few books you'd found to read and your doodles had grown frustrating. You decided to take a shower and try to relax. Your isolation made you restless and your restlessness made you think of why you were hidden away in the middle of nowhere.

You locked the door behind you and hung your towel. To your surprise, Bucky had managed to pick out the exact soap you used. You couldn't recall if you'd been finicky enough to have written it on the list. You stretched and undressed. You still didn't sleep very well but it wasn't as if you did very much either.

You stepped under the showerhead as the pipes whined. In the evening, if your keepers were busy, you'd read by the woodstove. The smell was calming and the crackle filled the dead air. Maybe after you would sneak down and try to warm up in front of the fire.

The shower fogged up and you closed your eyes as you scrubbed your body. The smell was reassuring. It reminded you of when your life was normal. It made you think that maybe you could go back to before. That this might end and you might be free to live again.

You let out a breath and cranked the shower off. You pulled back the curtain as the steam cleared and you patted your skin dry before wrapping yourself in the towel. As you picked up your clothes, you froze. You stood and neared the door. Had you not locked it? 

It was half-open and let in a draft from the hallway. You poked your head out and peered up and down the hall. Nothing, no one. Well, you were careless, you could've left it unlocked, not pushed it enough for it to catch.

You tiptoed across the hall to your room and pulled the door shut. This time you made sure it was closed though there was no lock on it. You tossed your clothes on the bed and pulled out a new set. Loose sweatpants and a cotton shirt. You needed to do laundry already. Well, another task to keep you occupied.

You pulled on some socks and crept out into the hall. You descended the stairs and listened for any sign of disturbance. Usually the men worked in the dining room or in the small office on the other side of the stairs. 

You got to the bottom of the stairs and neared the front door. You looked out at the grey forest. It was supposed to snow that night, that's what Bucky declared at breakfast. You grasped the handle but it would not turn. You reached to the panel just beside you but it rejected your fingerprint with a loud beep. 

"Going somewhere?" Bucky asked and you spun to face him, startled.

"No, I just… haven't been outside and I just wanted to… smell the air. I guess that's, uh, weird." You rubbed your hands together.

"It's freezing. You can't go out like that."

You stared at him. "But can I… go out?"

His blue eyes clung to you and his long lashes flicked. He lifted his brow and stepped closer. He stopped and slid your boots over to you with his foot. 

"Stay close," he grabbed his coat, "And wear a hat."

He handed you a wool beanie from his coat pocket before he pulled the ends of his hair from beneath his collar. You took your coat, in slight disbelief, and smiled.

"You sure it's okay?"

"Well, you shouldn't be pent up in here for so long and once it snows, you won't wanna go out much at all."

He opened the door as you tucked your hands into your gloves. You stepped out and he followed you closely as the door clicked shut behind him. You tramped down the steps and bounced on your heels at the bottom. It smelled like pine and cold.

Bucky walked evenly across the clearing and you trailed behind him as he neared the trees. He stopped and waited for you to catch up. He waved you ahead of him. "Just follow the path."

He wasn't far behind as you did as he said, the path winding between trees and petering out before a frosty brook that would freeze over with the first snowfall. Your teeth chattered as the looming winter nipped through your layers. You were quiet as you bent to pick up a pinecone and admire its scales.

You felt Bucky watching you as you turned back and walked around the small clearing amidst the trees.

"Hey," you faced him and tossed the pinecone away, "I'm sorry I was so… contrary. I was afraid."

"It's fine," he shooed away your apology with his hand, "I've dealt with worse."

"Sure but… I owe you a thank you, too. You saved me. More than once. And I know I wouldn't be alive without you. So thanks. Really. And… I am trying. I trust you. I know you're going to get this guy."

He gave a small smile and kicked a stone as he came closer. "Well, let me just say, this is one of the only jobs I've been assigned that hasn't been a complete pain in the ass."

You scoffed and resisted your urge to back away from him. "Flattering, really."

"Twenty minutes," he said, "Then we gotta go back… before Steve notices and gets worried. Or worse, he'll think we left him out of some fun."

"Ah," you snorted, "Yeah, wouldn't want him to think that."

👁️

Another day and then another. Time fell as lackadaisical as the snow. At first, it had been a storm but it had slowed to a powdery lull. Neither Steve nor Bucky spoke of the killer and you didn’t dare to ask. What good would it do you to know he had killed another? Or that some other grisly piece of art had been found? Ignorance was bliss or at least solace.

You found yourself moving from room to room. First, your bedroom, then the kitchen for a cup of tea, the living room to feed the stove and watch it burn, and then back upstairs. You ran into Steve on your way up. He seemed distracted if not a bit perturbed. You noticed that in the last day he and Bucky had been quiet. More so than usual.

You continued up to your room and opened your current read; a classic you refused to read in high school and opted for the Sparknotes instead. You laid on your bed, one leg bent under the other as you swayed back and forth. The words didn’t stick in your mind and you found yourself rereading the same page until you clapped the book shut and snarled.

You sat up and tapped your foot on the floor. You heard voices, muffled by your door. You eked it open and slowly approached the top of the stairs. You listened as the argument came clearer.

“Goddamn it, Bucky, after everything I’ve done for you. What the fuck are we here for? Well, what am I here for?” Steve growled.

“Stop yelling, alright.” Bucky snipped. “Have a little fucking patience. You know this hasn’t been easy.” You heard something slam but couldn’t guess at what. “Don’t fucking blow it. Shut up and have a little faith in me.”

There was grumbling but nothing more as a door closed and blocked out the voices entirely. You felt that heat along the back of your neck. The sudden burst of instinctual fear that nestled along your shoulders. The goosebumps that told you that not all was as it seemed. The creeping, inescapable sensation which had lingered for weeks now.

You pushed yourself up to your feet and headed back to your room. It was a stressful mission, you couldn’t blame the two for getting frustrated. That must have been what it was. They were anxious to get this guy and be onto their next mission. You doubted it was their ideal job to be locked away in the snow.

You stopped as your hand fell to your door handle and you peered down the hall into Bucky’s room. The door was mostly open, only a slight angle blocking out part of the room. Slowly, you dragged your hand away from the knob and felt along the wall as you continued down the hall.

His bed was unmade, the pillows strewn about, and a familiar patch of fabric stuck out from beneath one of them. You glanced behind you and took a breath. You took a step inside and waited as if testing it. Would he know? He seemed to know everything.

You placed one foot in front of the other as softly as you could. You leaned a knee against the mattress and reached beneath the pillow. You lifted up your panties and blanched at the little daisies speckles along the cotton. You’d gone all week without a pair, the mystery of their disappearance forgotten as your own carelessness. You mouthed ‘what the fuck’ as you dropped them back to the bed.

You turned around and went to the tall dresser near the closet. You inched the top drawer open; the rest of your panties bunched up with his briefs. The pink pair with the hearts you didn’t dare to touch as dried white strings stained the lacy edge. You slid the drawer shut and gasped as you were suffocated by your shock.

You spun around and peeked out the open door. You heard nothing but the winter gales outside. You rounded the bed and went to the table in the corner; a monitor, a mouse, a keyboard, stacks of folders and papers. 

Your fingers shook as you took your wallet from the mess and opened it up. Your cards, your IDs, and even the cash remained within. You put it back and took the envelope that was hidden beneath it. You opened it and flipped through its contents; your college ID from years ago, the one you got replaced after presumably dropping it in the library, your graduation photo, pictures of your family and you… all things you’d thought you lost.

You replaced the envelope and lifted the top of a file. The same drawing as before and several more, each one bloodier, more gruesome than the last until the final one. A metal arm around your neck…

Your hand hit the mouse as you retracted it in disgust and the monitor lit up. The sudden glare stung your eyes. A dozen different frames across the screen; each one a room in the house, including yours and even one in the shower. Bucky and Steve were in the office, deep in conversation.

You let out a shuddered breath as tears pricked.

You moved the mouse slowly and clicked on the file explorer. Folders sorted by date and then another simply labelled with your street name. You hesitated before you selected it. Dozens, maybe hundreds, of video files sorted by date. You bent closer as you clicked on the last day.

You hit double speed as your empty apartment greeted you. Then you came home, poured your wine, then Bucky arrived, you ordered food… You slowed down the footage as you slumped against the arm of the couch. The wine and the terror of that video call had left you senseless.

Bucky stood and pulled you down to lay across the couch. He backed up and watched you for a while then neared you again. You watched in horror as he bent over you and rolled your pants down. He climbed between your legs and buried his head between them. He shoved his metal hand beneath his mouth and your entire body jolted as he fingered.

You gasped as he finished and pulled your pants back up. Then he stood near you and used your hand to pleasure himself. You exited out of the window before your stomach turned entirely. You stood as you looked to the live feed. The office was empty.

You were suddenly pulled back as a rope wrapped around your neck. You kicked out as you were strangled, a figure flush against your back. You flailed and grabbed at the robe as you were shoved towards the bed. The body fell down onto you and the rope tightened.

“Baby girl,” Bucky’s voice slithered in your ear, “It didn’t have to be like this.”

[seostudios]

mark’s dad.

pairing: johnny x fem!readr

genre: fluff + smut (like little angst) info: dilf!johnny, son!mark, best-friend!mark, aged-up!johnny warnings: age gap, unprotected sex, masturbation (fem) wc: 2.1k

note: hi i wrote this on my phone at like 1-3 in the morning... sorry if it’s bad but i wanted to put out something! i hope you guys enjoy it though cause dilf!johnny is so sexy

i think my son ditched you for haechan today, dear.” mr.suh informed you as you stood respectively in front of him, wearing an oversized sweater and basketball shorts. “aw man, i drove all this way for a movie with mark, and he ditched me for his other best friend...” you quietly sneer, the obvious jealously making an appearance. johnny chuckled, hands resting on his hips. he felt bad you came all this way for a simple movie night. “how about this?” your eyes look up, to the terrifyingly good looking man. “i will treat you to a movie and popcorn!” he suggested, knowing very damn well he’s going out of his way to possibly spend time with his son’s best friend, who he has known since they were sewed to the hip in sophomore year, now in university. “i-i don’t think that’s be appropriate,” “why? because i’d like to spend time and get to know the friend and possible love interest of my son? i don’t see any harm in that. i’ll get my coat.” he quickly responded, saving himself.

you knew he said you’d watch a movie together but you didn’t expect to get yourself two tickets to go watch a movie at an actual theatre. “that was amazing mr.suh-“ johnny looks down at your tiny figure holding the popcorn, “-i mean johnny!” if you’re being honest now, it was really nice getting to know johnny, besides the age difference and the possible complications with your amazing friendship with his son, you liked him. making your way over to his car, you listen on as he rambles about how he hasn’t this much of an outing since mark was in high school. “now he’s clinging onto me like we’re dudes, like i’m his dad not his bro.” he laughed, starting the car. “that’s so sweet though!! my mom never gave an effort to trying to be my friend even when i tried,” although you kind of party pooped the mood, you can literally reverse uno it right there. “but whatever!! she still brings me shopping which is good enough,”

nearing midnight and you know god damn well your mom would’ve killed you if she knew you took a taxi home alone in the middle of the night. johnny picked up on this, and even if he saw you in a new light today, a light which could possibly ruin his relationship with his son and a possible one with you, he couldn’t have let you home alone. “you know what? marks sleeping over at haechan’s anyway. i’ll call your mom and tell her you should stay over.” nodding, you let yourself in and up into his (messy) bedroom.

“hope you enjoy peanut butter and jelly for dinner, i kind of forgot to buy groceries...” johnny said handing you a plate of mini sandwiches. you mutter a quick thanks before digging in. tonight you saw johnny not as mr.suh but as johnny, the hot ass mother fucking dilf of the neighbourhood. you thought you were just a regular teenager to him, but you thought wrong. feeling his gaze on your exposed neck, lips. how his breathing would quicken whenever you leaned in to grab another sandwich. “wanna watch america’s got talent?” you asked pointing towards the couch. he shrugs agreeing, “why not?”

you had insisted on cleaning the dishes, i mean it was the least you could do. “so what’s the point of this whole show? to humiliate people or actually scout out people?!” johnny questioned staring at the screen, not noticing how you went from being on opposite ends of the couch to being almost inches away. should you initiate something? no, that would be overstepping into something erasable.

“this is so wrong,” you tell yourself before abruptly standing up. johnny turns his attention to you, trying to foreshadow your next moves. however, he didn’t expect for you to turn back around and straddle on his lap, “whoa..” he said, gripping onto your hips. “i want you.” his mind goes blur momentarily, “i-i cant, your my son’s best friend...” god, you looked so hot with your shorts bunched up as far as they could as you slowly grinder down onto his (huge) clothed cock. “fu..fuck,” he moans aloud, pushing all thoughts aside except for the one that kept telling him to ruin you tonight. the night was going better than planned, since you were in straddled on a topless johnny with only your bra and shorts on... probably a good twenty five minutes into kiss play, but mark chose the best time to unintentionally cockblock you and his dad. “y/n!!”mark shouted through the phone loud enough for johnny to hear (and the speaker wasn’t even on!) “yes markie?” you cooed, using one hand to speak on the phone and the other to signal johnny to keep it quiet. your hands trailed overtop your breasts, cupping them through your bra and pinching your hardened nipples, soon bringing your cold fingers down to the waistband of your shorts. “it’s fine. we can always watch a movie next weekend, i literally see you everyday! go hang out with hyuck,” you encouraged. past the waistband and under the hello kitty panties your hand comes in contact with your sensitive (dripping) folds. “a-ah, m..mark i gotta go...” “are you getting laid or something? i’m out.” he quickly ends the phone and you made sure to turn on ‘do not disturb’ incase he calls again.

“go on, i’ll watch.” johnny said seductively observing you as you toyed with your sensitive clot. “i’m close johnny!” you quietly moan into his ear, rubbing faster. “cum on your fingers, now.” he ordered, feeling you twitch underneath him, grinding as you had an orgasm. “dirty girl...” he groans watching you pull your fingers up to suck dry. now, you were a filthy girl, tasting yourself without being told to, cumming in your panties which you knew damn might have to force you to go commando tonight in marks bed. it was like a slap in the face when johnny lifted you up to stand, “it’s late. i- we should head to bed... i can give you some new shorts... since you know,” he quickly stammered before swiping his shirt off the floor, heading upstairs.

it was almost nine in the morning when you woke up, you knew johnny woke up around seven to eight so the sizzling smell of bacon wasn’t just some evil mind games. after last night, you felt, intense shame and guilt. did you seriously just betray your best friend for a lousy orgasm you could’ve done alone in the bathroom. “your up! i made breakfast, go ahead and dig in, i’m just gonna be cleaning up my bedroom.” he sounded as if you didn’t cum all over his lap not even 12 hours ago, but i guess he shouldn’t dwell in the past especially this time.

“mr.suh! my mom’s here! thank you... goodbye!” you shout from the front door. “anytime! bye!” he replies before you jolt out the door.

it’s been a couple days and johnny hasn’t left your mind. you always think about what stopped him, was it the age? your friendship with mark? that fucking phone call? johnny and you that night was like no other, you saw him for johnny, not mr.suh and it made your panties soak at every thought. how his ink black hair is always combed and in the most attractive middle part, how his broad should could feel when you hold yourself while being railed by his enormous cock. it was big, would it even fit? you’ve been with men before but the bulge you felt poking you in then thigh was something else compared to the other men.

you roamed his mind freely too. spending his day drinking hours, pondering over you, will you just slap him in the face and let him know you want him and you don’t care? he hopes. but it’s wrong. “dad! y/n’s coming over to study today,” mark shouted running down the stairs to his father. “so don’t snatch her up and take her away for a movie date, we got an exam this monday.” he said nonchalantly, the mention of their little outing slipping oh too casually. “w-what?” he asked surprised. “yeah yeah, i know about your little date and hook up” “- we didn’t hook up.” johnny interrupted, “well whatever you were doing for her to end my phone call like that,” he goes to the fridge to grab some milk, “so...” johnny said, eager on his son’s say on this. “so..? do you want me to be mad, dad?” i was lying if i said johnny was chill now... “no!!!!” he shouted, which earns a couple laughs from mark. “hey, dad,” mark sits down infront of his father. “it’s okay, y/n probably likes you back so you can do whatever you want with her, except hurt her cause i’ll kill you.” he deadpans before letting him off with a laugh. “so she can be your new mom for all you care?” he asked, playfully of course, waiting for the “hell no” and “what the fuck dad?!” to come but... “i mean she bags and tells me what to do, she helps me with school, laundry and chicks so... i don’t see why not,”

ding ding ding ding ding ding now what? hopping off the bean bag you were binge watching the office on, you head over to the door, not caring what you look like, just shut up to whoever had the audacity to spam a doorbell. “hello?!” you look up, “hey y/n,” johnny said with a small daisy in his hand.

“let me be your boyfriend,”

“what about mark?” you asked, staring at your feet wiggle in anticipation. hoping he’d tell you he doesn’t care and we could do whatever we wanted to. “funny you asked, he said for all he cares you could be his step mom.” you threw your head back laughing “he what?! no he didn’t....” the laughter dies down soon enough to get back to seriously listening in on what he has to say but did mark really not care? “your girlfriend huh?” you asked, raising a brow. he nodded. johnny proceeds to take the daisy and place it behind your ear, “you look like shit, but that is sexy as fuck.” he said, caressing your cheek before leaning in to place a peck on your lips.

“i don’t get why you drove half an hour here to say that, when i was already coming over to study.” you tell your boyfriend, johnny, as your backs his mattress. it was seriously an eventful day, wasn’t it? “i thought i should be romantic,” he shrugged turning to his side to wrap his large arms around your waist pulling you in closer. “i like this...” he mumbled into your hair, slowly drifting off to sleep.

“are you falling asleep?! we need to leave in ten minutes!!” you shouted, attempting to free yourself from his hold but he was knocked out and not letting go any time soon. “i hate you.” “i think it’s the quiet opposite y/n dear,” he replied, burying himself in the blanket, bringing you with him. “now let’s take a quick nap, mark can wait,” you sigh in defeat, “okay fine... twenty minutes!”

five months later, and you couldn’t believe having a relationship with your best friends dad was oddly working out perfectly. “johnny! fuck! baby your so good!” you whine as he penetrates into you against the wall. your legs wrapped around his waist as his cock rubs around your g-spot stimulating you into your third orgasm of that night. mark had recently gone travelling with jeno for fun so that meant you and johnny could’ve have your own fun in the empty house. “you can cum for me one more time can’t you?” he begged, placing you on the kitchen counter, kissing down your stomach. “answer me...” he sucks harhly on your clit. “yes! i can!!” you whined, squirming feeling johnny licking up your juicie; which sure as hell was mixed with his own cum, lapping his tongue around until you were shaking under his mouth and curling your toes to his mouth’s magic. “i’m- i’m cumming!!” you scream, releasing your juices onto the man’s face. “my favourite meal of the day.” he playfully joked before pinching your nipple. “tired?” he asked, as if he hadn’t been using you as a cum dump for hours. “mhm,” you reply opening your arms for him to carry you up, because “no way in hell am i walking up the stairs today after being railed by a monster cock.” you said snorting with a laugh. nonetheless, johnny swoops you up and gracefully carried you up and into his bed, “we can clean up tomorrow, let’s sleep now.” he said, feeling you wrap around him like a koala. “mmm goodnight... i love you,” you said in the crock of his neck, right below his ear before drifting off, “love you too,”

[starryseung]

𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒔 90'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 [ 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 ]

𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒈

I would travel thousands of miles just to be with you.

𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

you and han might’ve met at school, through mutual friends

then of course the classic ‘mutual pining without you two realizing you’re falling for each other’ game until one of your friends point it out

and then on days he doesn’t have a busy schedule, he’ll walk you home from school

slowly it’ll be a habit, and you’ll grow closer and closer

sometimes unconsciously he’ll intertwine your fingers with his

sometimes when it’s raining / freezing cold he’ll give you his jacket

“no ji, you’ll freeze to death,”

“at least i’ll freeze to death for you,”

*winks*

𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔

dates with jisung aren’t fixed at one spot

he loves showing you different places he discovered throughout the weekend

usually its the townside, because he loves watching nature and sunsets

also loves taking you through the woods (but only during broad daylight because he still hasn’t recovered from that werewolf story his friend told him in grade 2)

once you’ve reached your destination, he’ll laugh and jump up and down, kissing your hand and face a thousand times

but the journey towards the destination is literal hell

“y/n, i know men are supposed to carry women, but i’m pretty lightweight, and my legs might snap any moment now,”

“y/nnnn please gimme a piggy back ride up the hill i might faint”

“wow y/n i’m offended i don’t think you deserve all these awesome places i take you to,”

and when you glare at him, he’s a 180 flip, because you might just break his bones for choosing such a faraway location in the first place

“i-i mean you don’t deserve them because you’re so much prettier than them!”

𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

okay see kisses with jisung are always quick and short because even if you’ve shared these moments a hundred times, each of them still feels like the first one

but sometimes he takes his time, kissing your forehead, then your nose, then your cheeks, then skips your lips and moves down to your chin

but when you pout / whine he’ll chuckle softly and come back up to kiss you

so yeah kissing with jisung is very giggly and soft all the time

but otherwise, he’d never notice how soft and bubbly his cheeks are if it weren’t for you

you’re always kissing and pinching his cheeks (like you should!!)

and he won’t act like he doesn’t like it; he’ll laugh it off or reciprocate your love because he feels very loved around you and wouldn’t change it for the world or better.

thank you, y/n

𝒍𝒆𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒙 

I want to grow old with you.

𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

you first meet him at the café he works!

initially it wouldn’t be much, just you hurriedly ordering your coffee and leaving

but then you’ll notice the small hearts he scribbles after your name on the cup, sometimes even going as far to write a lil “you’ll do great!” or “you look really sweet today”

so one day you decide to go to his café with your friend

and while leaving you slip in your number to him, but turns out this ball of sunshine is trying to slip in his number to you; so you have a new thing to laugh about

so yeah you start hanging out after his shifts, sometimes you wait for him to close the café for the day

“y/n you know you don’t have to wait for me tonight, it’ll get pretty late,”

“no lixie, i’d rather go home late with you than go home alone,”

but he knows you only wait for him so that you can eat all the donuts and cupcakes with him after his shift ends

but its a win-win for both of you, so he doesn’t mind :D

𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔

so he knows it’s like top 10 anime betrayals to his workplace, but he loves taking you to pet cafés

one, because he loves animals

two, because you love animals

three, because he loves you playing around with these animals

“awh felix can we steal this one? it’s so cute,”

and he’s just laughing because you’re so c u t e

“i don’t think that’s allowed, y/n,”

but not gonna lie i bet he has tried sneaking out a dog for you, but he got caught by one of the workers there

“o-oh! when d-did this little guy fit into my j-jacket pocket!”

super adorable uwu

calls you angel and princess, while you’re calling him sunshine all the time

loves decorating your hair with flowers

oh! he loves braiding your hair too

like when you’re over at his place he’s always experimenting with your hair; doing little salon roleplays with you and prettying your hair

but sometimes when he’s tired from work he’ll let you braid his hair

also loves having matching outfits

before dating him you thought matching couple outfits were cliché and stupid, but after dating him, you realize how different they are

dating felix also means your fashion sense improves a lot👀

𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

felix, like hyunjin, has very kissable lips

he probably tastes like vanilla,plus he’s a great kisser

you’re wondering where he learnt all that from

making out with felix happens every other day, but its usually in bed with him on top of you while you guys are watching some movie / playing video games

also he’ll probably end up sleeping like that as you two slowly get tired

his face on your chest / on your shoulders and hands tight around your waist

this boy really loves you okay you better not make him sad >:(

𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒎𝒊𝒏 

You complete me.

𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

at! the!! library!!!

you’re trying to pick a book from the second-to-top shelf, but since the universe decided to give you the most inconvenient height possible, here you are, contemplating if you should just drop the whole shelf down to get that book

but thankfully, seungmin is to the rescue!

he’ll smile and wordlessly take the book and hand it down to you

everyday its the same story; there’s a book that you really like, but its too far for you, but slowly you don’t mind because somehow seungmin is always there around at the same time to take that book for you

one day he decides to take initiative, but realizes he’s a coward and can’t do shit

so he’s over the moon when you come and sit next to him

“hey, i’m sorry for the trouble, but uhh i need some help with this assignment…”

and of course he’s there to help you! he’ll clarify where you need him to and explain you better than ever

slowly interactions increase and before you know it, you’re lying on your stomach on his bed with your legs dangling in the air as you two have your noses in a book

you learn more and more about each other, ultimately to the point where you know better about each other than about yourselves

𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔

initially when you two have just started dating, there would be study dates at the café down your block

but later you two take each other out on weekends, sometimes to the movies, sometimes to the town fair.

ahh but when dates are at the fair… >:)

let’s assume seungmin doesn’t have good experiences with rides

so naturally you will… take him to the rides only mwahaha

“y/n do you not love me? why are you doing this,”

you’re just evil laughing, you sadist

dates for seung-y/n are just sleepovers at each others house

he’s laughing like crazy when you’re messing shit up

“seungmin can you help me i’m stuck in this shirt,”

seungmin: proceeds to laugh for the next ten minutes at your contortionist-self

now unlike changbin, seungmin will not show you off to his friends

he doesn’t like the concept of ‘claiming you’, but he doesn’t like sharing you either.

“hey, isn’t that too revealing for a party?”

“seungmin? its a knee length skirt??”

𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

kisses = pecks on the lips / cheeks

you’re simply cooking / studying and he’ll wrap his hands around your waist from behind and rest his head on your shoulder

“what is my y/n doinggg?”

and he’ll kiss your cheek

sometimes leans forward to kiss you on your lips too

but in general kisses are soft

he’ll have a hand on your stomach, one on the back of your neck to rub smooth comforting circles

to be honest your relationship is more like best friends because you’re just always there for each other and can talk about the most stupidest things openly

you: “you know i’ve heard stars are all our forefathers looking down at us,”

seung: “really? i though they were just balls of gas though,”

you: “nah, i don’t think that’s true,”

𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏

I love everything there is to love about you.

𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

he moved in the same neighbourhood as yours, and since he was the only person around your age (and the only normal one your age), you had to be friends with him

you two meet up every evening at the neighbourhood park, and he doesn’t really mind your company, especially when you bring you little brother with you

“awh, is that your little brother? he’s so cute!”

“yeah, he is; thanks!”

“he looks nothing like you!”

he’s initially very shy to talk to you

but when he realizes how cool your personality is (and how pretty you are🤭)

he’s knocking at your door everyday to take you and your little brother to the park

he always buys you ice cream though, and somehow it’s always the flavour you like

“oh thanks jeo— ah i don’t like this flavour” :(

“don’t worry y/n! i’ll get you another one!”

𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔

homeboi is very shy

the fact that he’s dating the perfect person for him (!!!) is enough for butterflies and grasshoppers and bees and dinosaurs to fly in his stomach

he gets really fidgety, but he feels a little nervous thinking about the fact that most of the ‘firsts’ in your relationship are celebrated by you; first ‘kiss’ (to which he held your hand home, then went to his house to dolphin scream into his pillows), first ‘date’ (in which you took him out to the beach to watch the sunset and have snacks) and first ‘one month’ (where you took him out to an expensive restaurant, even when he refused a couple billion times)

phew that was a long point

so he decided to celebrate your first ‘out-of-town trip’, where he drove you all the way to a cherry blossom forest

he also took a thousand pictures of you, coming back home to print one of them and safely put it in his wallet

he feels every small moment spent with you so endearing, he finds himself smiling randomly

𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

as previously mentioned, your first kiss was initiated by you; you two were walking home from the neighbourhood park like always, and jeongin had carried your brother in his arms, playing with him

you couldn’t stop thinking about how your first kiss would be, and so when he dropped you off to your house, you simply had to kiss him

he puts your brother down, waving him goodbye, and just when he’s about to say his farewells to you, you instantly peck his lips, after which both your eyes were wide is plates

“i-i’m sorry i should've—”

“ah no it’s okay, uh,” he scratches his neck, biting his lip to control his smile

and you simply chuckle at his cuteness, muttering a small ‘bye’ and ‘love you’ before going into your house

and the way his face changes once he’s out of your sight is just— *chef’s kiss*

he’s running home, and when his brothers ask him what happened, he’s just ignoring them and goes to his room to scream and laugh his heart out into the sheets

his family thinks he’s insane by now, but of course! he’s in love!

plus that with the cutest person in the whole world!

a/n; and it’s finally up! it didn’t take me long to write this because the ideas just came flooding in sdfkhsdjk but thank you so much for your feedback for hyung line! also!!! this is the only two fics which do not have a read more cut because I’m using a mobile device for posting these,, sorry🙈

note; credits to @neocult-icons​ @chnsbbg @district9edits @skzicons for the pictures!!

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Worlds Away JJK AU / Chapter 19 - Kill Two Birds with One Stone

w/c - 6,456

               “Itadori would you please go get Gojo from his room? This mission is urgent and he’s still not picking up.” Nanami is sitting at his new desk attempting to organize the copious amounts of assignments for the day. ‘There’s a surge of curses, I wonder why?’ He lays all the cases out in front of him, “It looks like you’re with Elska today…you can kill two birds with one stone when you get there then.”

               “Yea not a problem! They’ll probably want some of this too!” Itadori holds up a family sized bag of miniature chocolates with a smile of his face. He waits for Nanami to look up from his desk but he doesn’t, he just scowls into the workload in front of him before running his fingers through his combed blonde hair. “Ok, well…I’ll be back.” He leaves Nanami to turn into the hall in the direction of Gojo and Elska’s room.

               “Itadori where are you going?” He hears Megumi call out to him so he turns around to continue walking backwards. He trips at first but laughs to himself as he sees a smirk form on Megumi’s face.

               “I have to go wake up Gojo sensei! Wanna come?” He holds up the chocolate to try to entice Megumi but he’s not as big of a fan of sweets.

               “Keep your cavities but sure, I need to talk to him about something anyways.” Megumi jogs now slightly to reach Itadori who turns back around to walk forwards as he approaches. They walk in a comfortable silence until meeting the door.

               “Wait won’t Elska be here too? What if they’re not decent?” Megumi finds himself blushing at the thought and is clearly shy about the likelihood. “I’m going to wait here…”

               “I doubt they just walk around naked but alright, I’ll go in first.” Itadori assures Megumi with confidence as he opens the door. The first thing he notices is the extra set of shoes and recognizes them as Toji’s. He shuts the door quickly to look back at Megumi as he’s not sure what’s on the other side. He worries there was a fight and maybe Toji got the best of Gojo which would explain why he’s not answering...although he finds that possibility incredible. “I’ll give you a signal!” He smiles the best he can without hinting to his uncertainties.

               Megumi leans his shoulder against the wall and pulls out his phone to scroll through while waiting.

               Itadori takes in the floor first. “What the fu-…” he sees the destroyed and fragmented wood that looks like a body may have been smashed into and is instantly alarmed. He hears shifting in the bed and runs over to the foot of it, not being prepared for what was there. He’s taking in the rest of the room on his way and notices the clothes all scattered about. His eyes widen upon switching his gaze to the bed though, the sight stopping him dead in his tracks.                  

               He sees three familiar faces and now familiar bodies. Toji, Elska and Gojo, in that order from left to right. All three of them are completely naked but Toji’s right arm rests over Elska’s breast and Gojo’s left arm drapes over her womanhood as his hand cups around her right thigh. He drops the bag of candy and stands there stunned, staring in awkward silence until a voice appears.

               “Now this is my kind of party!” Sukuna’s mouth has taken shape onto Itadori’s cheek, his eye on the side straining to get a better view.

               “Sukuna shut up! You’re going to wake them!” Itadori’s placing a hand over his cheek to muffle the lewdness of the curse that lives within him. “AHH fuck!” Itadori removes his hand to see that it’s been bitten in protest.

               “Runt, this is adult time…you however, are going into timeout.”

               “Sukuna no, don’t yo-…”

               Elska hears voices and groans in response, not feeling she’s had enough sleep. She opens her eyes slightly with reluctance in assumption that Satoru is being noisy as usual, forgetting that Toji was there as well.  “Sati come on, it’s still early.” She hears a familiar ominous deep chuckle that erases her ease and immediately opens her eyes fully and into focus. She moves her head from under Toji’s chin and is frozen as she makes eye contact with the tattooed larger version of Itadori at the foot of the bed. His markings resemble tribal lines that wrap around his arms and legs, across his chest back and face. He’s licking his lips as his eyes travel all over her body.

               “Sukuna…”

               “I didn’t think that much of you before but all women look better nude.” A wide grin appears on his face as he looks at the two men on either side of her. “You needed both to get off huh?” His tone is demeaning, “Maybe you should try a curse instead…unless you’re just that much of a whore?”

               His words sting her as she lies there, slowly remembering the crazy sequence of events that took place the night before. ‘Oh my god…that’s right…’ She looks over at Toji and then to Gojo and becomes red-faced as they lay intertwined with the white bedsheets. She’s now reaching behind her for a pillow to cover with while she’s sitting up. “Itadori! Please, come back!”

               Sukuna twitches for a moment before losing his temper at what could be assumed as Itadori fighting to regain control. He starts with a glare but his face proceeds to change to a lifted eyebrow. “You’ve… grown stronger since we last met.” His hateful expression is now replaced completely with a commanding curiosity. “I wonder what we would create hmm?” He crawls onto the bed as his energy materializes six chains that hang above and around him, intended for her. “Why don’t I show you my domain and we can converse further about this there?” His right hand reaches out for her ankle to snatch it up and drag her towards him but she was too quick. “You little wench, get the fuck over here!” He sends the chains into her direction with an angry and malevolent smiling face.

               “Shit! GUYS!” She jumps to her feet on the bed and lets out the loud demon shriek to open her wings to shield the men and herself. The wings opened immediately and she wonders why there wasn’t a delay but also is grateful. One of Sukuna’s chains latch around her right wrist, the rest luckily being blocked and ricocheting off of her metal feathers. She feels the tug on the chain that has secured itself to her arm and is pulled down to her knees a few inches forward. “What...do you want?!”  She struggles to keep her distance while the men beside her finally come to but screams upon the curse grasping at her wings.

               “I believe we could make something incredibly monstrous!” He laughs in exhilaration as he clearly enjoys a little of bit of chase, ensnaring his prey. All four of his eyes are trained on her as he considers the evil and raw power that lurks inside of them both.

               Toji wakes and without thinking grabs Sukuna’s chain attached to her, burning the flesh of his palm and fingers instantaneously. “ARGH!” He only tightens his grip however and begins to pull the chain towards himself to create slack for Elska. “WHAT THE FUCK KID?” He’s screaming in shock as he literally just woke up to this fight taking place right next to him. He doesn’t understand at first that it’s the boy’s been overthrown.

               Satoru warps next to Sukuna, to which the immense curse actually halts his maniacal laughter upon the registration of Satoru’s presence and force. He turns his head to meet Satoru’s warm yet eerie smile with his eyes widened. “Great, now I have to deal with this shaman fuck again.”

               “Domain expansion…” Satoru lifts his hand in between their faces as he wraps his index and middle finger around each other. He looks over to Toji as warning, the severity in his eyes said it all. He doesn’t want to hurt Itadori and he has to gain control of the situation immediately to avoid doing so.

               “FUCK! Doll we have to MOVE!” He wraps the chain around his hand once and his other arm around Elska’s waist and jumps off the bed towards the other side of the room. His strength is so outstanding that he actually launches them through the wall over the dining table and into the hallway. Toji’s back and left shoulder take the brunt of the impact but he’s also cut across the chest by Elska’s wings in the process. The chain searing his flesh is tugged on by some unknown force of Sukuna’s in a last attempt to drag Elska with them but Toji’s hold prevents his success. “THINK AGAIN FUCKER.”

               “…Infinite Void.” As soon as the words leave Gojo’s lips a large purplish and black sphere forms around him and Sukuna. As it quickly grows, it swallows the majority of the bed only leaving pieces of pillows. The part of the floor where Elska’s wings were stuck from the previous night remain untouched, but the good parts in between were sucked into its diameter as well. The chain attached to Elska’s wrist is broken with the connection to Sukuna being cut off and it dissipates into black smoke.  

               “Toji are you alright?!” She looks to his melted skin and the cuts received from her metal feathers as he’s standing them up from his imprint into the wall. “You need to feed or see Shoko!” He grabs her and holds her into him, them both understanding that was a close call. She hears his heartbeat as he embraces her and tries to work on controlling her own as she releases her wings. “You’re hurt!”

               “I’m fine Doll, are you ok? Did it burn you too?” He lifts her wrist with his good hand to inspect it only to find that her skin remains intact and unharmed. “That’s pretty strange…but I ain’t complaining.” He smiles to her before looking behind her to see Megumi’s surprised face while in stance for a fight. His eyes are fixed onto the two of them, not expecting to find his father here, let alone bare assed at that.

               “Elska! And…Da-…Toji?” He was so riled about unexpected chaos that he didn’t fully filter the word that almost left his mouth and into their ears, not even realizing it initially. “What are you two doing?!” He takes in their bareness is and is completely confused. He looks to the domain that has eaten ¾ of the room and his mouth drops. “ITADORI! Why is Gojo using his domain?!”

               “Megumi! Sukuna came out and attacked us. I don’-…” She interrupted by Megumi’s frustration.

               “It’s happening more frequently then…” Megumi’s eyes are heavy with sadness as he knows this means that Itadori is likely losing overall control, which isn’t good for his friend. He’s swarmed with panic knowing how protective Gojo usually is over Elska. “Gojo isn’t going to kill him is he!?”

Megumi finds himself able to breathe as the sphere disappears to reveal Gojo standing with the unconscious Itadori in his arms. “That was way too close…” He’s half snickering as he exhales. Through the hole in the wall that gave to Elska and Toji’s rush, Satoru’s face can be seen holding the weighted expression of guilt. Satoru knows that he’s directly responsible for the boy’s strife, he just wasn’t one to care all of those years ago.

Everything his domain touched has ceased to exist, there’s just a giant spherical crater where the parts of the room used to be, exposing the floor beneath, the room beside them and the one above them as well. He looks up to Toji and Elska, “Are you ok love?” He sets down Itadori against the broken wall on the inside of the room.

               She nods to him in reply, wondering what would have happened had Toji not removed them both from its circumferential reach. She has been inside of his breathtaking domain before, but he was able to tweak its parameters to make it safe for her to be in there. If he doesn’t do that though, there’s no chance of survival once encompassed, unless he allows it. When you are in another’s domain, a rare technique that only some shaman and intelligent curses can produce, you’re left to the whims of their mind being as the domain itself is an outward reproduction of it.

               He walks towards them, reaching towards Elska as he nears. When he gets to her, he leans down and kisses her as she’s being held by Toji. He places his lips on her forehead as well and then rests his chin in her hair while he brings his right hand to hold behind her head, closing his eyes in a moment of relief. ‘What if I hadn’t been here?’

               “What the hell is all of this?!” Nanami found himself joining them after the clear indication that Satoru opened his domain, his presence being awe inspiring with its level of sheer superiority. “Why are the three of you nake-…” He lowers his voice as he takes in Gojo, Toji and Elska’s nudity, embarrassed at the sight. “Oh…erm…right.” He’s fighting his eyes for proper placement as a small part of him wishes to see more of Elska but like before, she’s literally in another man’s arms…well two now technically. The thought escapes him though as he remembers there’s more pressing matters at hand. He takes off his suit jacket and walks it over to Elska with his head turned away. Toji removes his arms so that it can be rested upon her shoulders to give her body some cover. She thanks him genuinely as she uses her hands to hold it closed from the inside as best as possible.

               “You’re too young my boy, 22 don’t mean shit.” Toji laughs to obliterate the awkward staring of Megumi, not wanting to be mean or rude about the territorial claim. He remembers being that age too and doesn’t necessarily blame him for looking. ‘He really is my son.’ He smirks proudly at him.

               “I have no idea what’s going on anymore, are you three together or something?” Megumi is shy with his questioning, looking over in Itadori’s direction with a frustrated pout. He notices that the boy is starting to stir and his slumped face regains some ease. Elska and Toji freeze to his question, not knowing how to answer it.

               Gojo chimes in, “Well Toji here loves me so much you see and so does she. Figured I could share myself with them both! Toji is such predator that he wouldn’t take my ‘no’ for an answer…so here we are!” He throws on the dumbest grin as he tries to save the boy from the weird truth of their situation. He doesn’t know how he’d explain it anyways.

               Toji extends an arm without sound and pushes Satoru backwards as the silver shaman cackles to the extremely low tolerance of the massive man. He doesn’t fall but pretends to stumble into Nanami, to which he wraps an arm around his shoulder.

               “Nanamin…looks like you’re my guy now!” Satoru puckers his lips inches next to Nanami’s face.

               “If you don’t get your dick off of my suit Satoru…so help me god…I will use my technique to cut it. Cover yourself.” Nanami’s eyes are closed and his head lowered in frustration as he uses his thumb and middle finger to push his glasses into his face.

               Satoru laughs some more but steps away from the man and grabs a folded napkin from the drywall littered table against the wall behind them, it still had their dishes from the night before. He unfolds the napkin and holds it over himself before making eye contact with Nanami again. “OK! Done!” He then can’t help himself but to sway his hips so that his member flops underneath. No one other than Elska laughs and he soon stops seeing that Nanami is overcome with seriousness. “What is it Nanamin?”

               “There’s a special grade curse you’ve been assigned. We actually all have missions this morning.” He looks to Toji’s muscular scarred body just to assess his injuries not as annoyed over his nudity. He’s at least trying to remain covered by Elska, “Are you alright to fight like that? You should head to Shoko.”

               Toji huffs to this, “Yea I’m fine, this isn’t anything…” The cuts along his chest weren’t deep, they were just plentiful in number. ‘Those things should’ve sliced right through me…’ His amazement is clear as he assesses his body’s ability to withstand her new feathers, not entirely comprehending the cause. He looks to Elska and then over to Megumi, who’s still in a bad mood and looking to the floor. His eyes meet back to Nanami, “Which one am I taking?”

               “You and Megumi can team up. Elska and Itadori are supposed to… wait,” Nanami looks around the room realizing the pink haired boy wasn’t there but then sees him on the floor sitting up against the wall. “What happened to Itadori?”

               “Sukuna.” Satoru answers.

               Nanami’s brow furrows even further to this, also understanding that was not a good thing. “Ok well if Itadori’s down for the count then you may have to go on your own.” He looks over to Elska, not having enjoyed saying that. He studies her a moment with regret as he doesn’t like the idea of it either.

               “Not happening, she doesn’t go alone.” Toji is suspicious of the situation already, knowing that this kind of surge in curses wouldn’t be on the natural side of things. “What if this is a trap? Why isn’t she with Gojo?” He’s already running through possibilities in his mind before he finishes the sentence.

               Itadori is awake now and leans forward with a dazed look but quickly comes to his senses, “You guys! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mea-…”

               Gojo perks up and runs over to the boy, “Hey it’s ok, it’s not your fault. Sukuna should be suppressed for a while now, I took the fight the out of him.” He smiles down to Itadori and extends a hand to lift him off of the ground. He pulls him up and he’s wobbly on his feet initially.

               “Maybe we should still have him sit this one out…” Nanami doesn’t doubt Satoru’s words but feels it may be for the best, although that wrenches everything.

               “I’m fine, really! I actually feel better than before!” Itadori looks around the room and smiles while standing, “I don’t have the usual mental strain which makes it even better!” He looks to Nanami with seriousness, “Plus I don’t want El to have to go alone… not when I’m capable.”

               Satoru brings his hand to his chin, dropping his napkin slightly before remembering to keep it upon himself. “I think he’ll be ok Nanamin, like I said I suppressed Sukuna.”

               Toji has maintained silence while lost in his thoughts as he recalls the plans that were shared with him while he worked for Getou. “They want her and the kid, I feel like this is weird, Gojo.”

               “Nanamin, send me the info on mine and I’ll warp there.” He looks to Elska and Itadori, “By the time I’m done you should only be arriving to yours. I’ll be back up just in case.” Satoru now looks to Toji to see if that was a good enough plan.

               “I still don’t like it but that’s better…I guess.” He reaches out for Elska’s hand as he holds her fingertips with a pit in his stomach. “Doll, I need you to be extra careful, ok?” He turns to Itadori, “I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’m counting on you kid…do not let me down.” Itadori responds with a serious head nod.

               Nanami pulls his phone out of his pocket and sends everyone their designated locations, Satoru’s first though. He looks up to everyone in the hall, “Alright that should do it.” He shifts his stance as he also forms doubt over the surge, something he knew was odd immediately, “Everyone, be on guard.”

               Satoru walks back towards Elska from Itadori and bends down to give her a kiss. “Ok love, I’ll be right behind you.” He sighs as she looks up to him with confidence, smiling back but he’s also beginning to worry. The last time he ignored his gut he paid dearly for it by getting sealed.

               “Oh we’ve got this.” She looks to Itadori with absolutely no caution in regards to Sukuna. ‘If Sati said he’s suppressed, then he’s suppressed.’ She trusts them both, knowing they wouldn’t put her in a dangerous situation if they knew better.

               “Alright love, I’ll see you soon.” He pecks her on the head not wanting to leave but knowing its best he does sooner than later. He darts his eyes to Itadori as he wears a faint smile. ‘They don’t need to know yet.’ Referring to the quick conversation between himself and Sukuna while they were in his domain. There was a reason he was so confident about Sukuna’s slumber. “I’m going to the old room first to grab some clothes…I don’t think this is the best battle attire.” He laughs as he realizes they’re all still naked while speaking of fighting. After looking back to Elska and winking, he disappears into thin air.

               Toji is only now letting go of her hand as everyone gears up to part ways. He doesn’t want to leave Elska alone with Itadori but he’s also wanting to watch over Megumi who would otherwise be by himself. “We’ll head over to y’all too once we’re done, I still am not so sure about any of this.” He exhales heavily as he searches her eyes for assurance of the outcome, knowing that their fate wouldn’t be revealed so easily.

               “We’ll be ok, we play off each other well.” Her and Itadori’s eyes meet and they put each other at ease. “I should probably get some clothes too first…” She awkwardly smiles while stepping over the ledge of the hole made as the men silently look away. “Toji! I believe these are yours!” Pants and a shirt come flying out of the room which he’s able to catch with a grin.

               Toji looks around at the others before turning his body to dress himself. He huffs as he bends over to place his feet into the legs. Elska is walking back towards him, roughly in her shaman outfit as he pulls his shirt over his head. Her face is so gentle and loving that he can’t help but reciprocate the affections. She wraps her arms around his neck and speaks into his chest, “You be extra careful too my beloved.” His eyebrows jump up in response to her sincerity as he reclaims his embrace of her back quickly. He closes his eyes and hums to her as the world seemingly fades from around them in that moment. “Doll, I’ll never leave you, don’t worry.”  They pull apart from each other and the warmth that’s obviously felt between the two of them uplifts their mood.

               “Alright let’s eliminate some curses!” Itadori is pumped up and ready to go.

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               “Is everything set?” Getou looks around to everyone in the room as they prepare for what you’d think to be a performance as he scours over them all. They enacted their change of plans recently, trying to kill two birds with one stone. “The shaman should be dispatched out by now, everyone go to their designated targets.” The elders requested the capture of the vessel and the bird girl in haste as they’ve recently discovered her ability that changed Toji. If she does that to Gojo, they don’t know how the surge of power increase will affect him, the man’s already insane as it is.

               “I just wish we didn’t have to use her room for this, what if it gets damaged?” Naoya is desperately excited that the day has finally come but finds himself upset at the switch in plans. Choso is using a dimensional barrier that once crossed will place Itadori and Elska right into their very establishment, into the room they designed to corrupt her powers. They won’t have access to their cursed energy once they enter but he knows they’re both still a handful nonetheless. He just wants her to have a nice room and there be something left of her to be impressed by when its all said and done. ‘They should be here any minute!’ He looks over to Choso to share in his anticipation and it seems he’s doing well at hiding his too.

               “Naoya, I don’t care if that bitch stays in a fucking box.” He’s curiously looking to Naoya as he has entirely had enough of his frivolousness regarding the girl.  “If you fuck this up Zenin, I will mercilessly take your precious intended and strangle the life out of her.” His eyes are cold and ominous as he proceeds, “And I’ll make you and your fucking clan watch while I do so.” He scoffs as he finally sees Naoya slip in demeanor. It was only for a second but he’s sure that took place.

               Naoya’s rage almost got the best of him. He knows Getou means it which is why he’s so on edge by the statement. ‘Keep your cool…breathe…you’ll get him soon enough…’ He’s trying to maintain his sanity as he forces his muscles to tense up instead of contracting into a fist. “I’ve got this here, you can take your leave.” Naoya’s voice is as cold as Getou’s eyes as he attempts to brush the weight of the comment off of his shoulders.

               “Right.” Getou doesn’t believe in him but waves everyone away and leaves himself after the exchange. ‘We’ll see about that…’ he smirks as he seemingly disappears into the shadows.

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               Itadori and Elska are approaching what looks like an abandoned building mostly surrounded by a gravel parking lot. It could easily a place where a curse could take root and flourish. “Yep, this looks like it’s it.” Elska shows her GPS to Itadori as if he wouldn’t trust her word. ‘Something seems odd though’ She grabs him by the shoulder, “I don’t sense any cursed energy, there’s something weird going on.” She thinks to call Satoru but knows he has his own work to handle, ‘He won’t take long’ she’s assured as she releases Itadori and they continue inside.

               “The air in here is strange, heavy almost…” Itadori is now on his guard as he’s picking up on some abnormalities too. They reach a door to which they both stop and look at each other, Elska taking the lead as she feels obligated to protect the junior shaman. She turns the knob and before them lies a completely darkened room. Itadori reaches to grab her hand but catches the hem of her skirt instead and clutches it so they don’t become separated. Once they step through though the door shuts loudly behind them and they’re brought to their knees as the atmospheric pressure changes and threatens to rip their lungs out through their mouths. It only lasts a few seconds but the amount of pain experienced from it leaves them hunched over catching their breath as the lights turn on all at once.

               She feels a hand slap her upper back and without lifting her head up says, “I’m fine Itadori, are you ok?” She hears nothing in response and her eyes widen to the absence of the boy beside her. “ITADORI!!!” She struggles to her feet, her chest still feeling the slight fire from whatever just happened in there. When she looks around, she sees a large elegant dark blue room with a bed, couch, dressers. She turns around and sees the corner which is an open bathroom, ‘There’s no way this a domain, where am I?’ Her body tenses up to the sound of a familiar voice. She slowly turns around to see Naoya behind her, staring excitedly.

               He walks up to her cautiously, not trying to freak her out with his enthusiasm as he’s finally here with her as she takes in her new quarters. “Do you like it? This is all for you…” He notices that her expression is still that of shock and not much else. He walks closer.

               “Where’s Itadori!?” She ignores his questions as her panic resurfaces knowing that he could be in trouble. ‘Toji was right…’ Her head hangs low as she thinks of everyone in the moment that they notice something’s wrong. ‘SATI!’ She reaches for her phone to pull it out, wanting to reach Satoru immediately. She looks to Naoya who doesn’t seem eager to stop her which she finds weird but dials Satoru anyways. She backs away from him with the phone to her ear but as she hears his voice on the other end, the phone is snatched away. Naoya’s face becomes overrun with horror as his eyes take to Getou behind her. “I said I had this COVERED!”

               “Tsk, tsk tsk…little birdie, what are we going to do with you?” He wraps a hand around her throat while seizing the phone above their heads. Gojo can be heard through the speaker, “ELSKA WHAT’S WRONG!? ELSKA!” Getou lowers the phone to his ear and with an eerie satisfied calmness he speaks, “We’ve got her and the vessel. You shaman are so fucking predictable!” He laughs loudly as he squeezes Elska harder daring Naoya to come near them.

               “What are you fucking doing GETOU?!” His voice bellows through the room as he refuses to stand by idly and watch. “RELEASE HER NOW.” He’s on the verge of exposing his secret technique prematurely but also doesn’t care, he can’t trust Getou’s intentions. He thinks first and then activates his projection technique instead to select the best path of attack.

               Getou throws the phone into the wall, smashing it. He then smiles to Elska clawing at his hands and says, “I just wanted to leave them with something to remember her by at least…” He licks the side of Elska’s face as she clearly revolts to his gesture.

               “Ge-…get…off of…mee!” She’s struggling to form words but also realizes that she can’t summon any cursed energy, nor use her wings. “She looks at Naoya with intensified fear as she’s not sure what’s going on or what their intentions currently were, she only knew that she was fucked.

               “PUT HER DOWN NOW!”  Naoya’s about to charge him when he holds a hand out in a gesture to stop.

               “Un-wad your panties Zenin, I just wanted to say hello…” He skims his hands from her hips to her upper back. “Grab me another talisman Naoya.”

               “I already put in on her can’t you fucking see that!?” Naoya’s losing his patience more and more and is wondering if his own plans are about to be shot to shit as he’s gearing up to kill that fucker right then and there.

               “GET THE GOD DAMN TALISMAN NAOYA. NOW!” He squeezes Elska again extremely hard, her reaction of visual pain motivating Naoya to cooperate finally. He takes it out of his own pocket and walks towards them. His eyes meet Elska’s and he tries to covertly tell her through them that he was mortified for her, that he’s going to stop this.

               “Thank you! Now for the love of God, was that so fucking hard?” He rips the talisman out of Naoya’s hand and motions for him to step back. He notices Naoya’s expression morph into confusion as he tears the already placed one on her back, off. Getou leans down into her ear, “Now why don’t you try to fly out of this cage?” His sentence is finished with a deep chuckle as he jumps away from her, clearing himself from her the reach of her wings.            

               As soon as his grip is removed from her, she turns around to face him and jumps backwards. “Don’t mind if I do…” she lets out the demonic shriek that echoes off of the walls and turns her head upwards as she happily embraces the discomfort of her forming feathers. When they stretch out of her skin and take shape out of her back, she pushes off the ground and hovers herself in the air. ‘These should be heavier than they are’ She notes to herself not having taken flight yet with the fully metallicized version. She looks down to see Naoya gawking at their appearance and hears him say, “They’re different now…” Getou is still on the ground beneath her as well, horrifically smiling at her as she’s yet to figure out why he’d give her wings back to her.

               Getou eyes leave her in the air and narrowly meet Naoya’s on the ground across from him. “Let this be your final warning Zenin…” Before Naoya can internalize what he meant he activates his gravity manipulation and slams Elska into the floor so hard that her body bounces and leaves her without a voice to cry. Before Naoya can use his projection technique, Getou anchors him into his current position as well.

               “GETOU WHAT THE FUCK ARE ...YOU DOING?!” Naoya’s lost all composure as he just watched the bastard brutally smash Elska into the floor, indenting her body into it further as he crushes her with his technique. She hit her head so roughly that she’s bleeding from it and all he can do is watch it pool and vibrate to the gravitational waves. “ELSKA!” He really can’t move this time, unlike before when he was underplaying his abilities. He’s stuck, forced to hunch over on his hands and knees while he strains to keep his head up towards them. ‘Was he aware the whole time? What is he about to do to her?’ His mind is racing as he fears Getou’s purpose with all of this.

               Getou calmly strolls up to the pinned Elska as she can’t even flail from the pressure encased over her. He straddles her on the floor, being unaffected by his own powers. He hears Naoya roar as he lowers himself over the battered girl. “I said I wanted to leave them something to remember you by, didn’t I?” His mouth twists into a leer as he yanks her upper body up towards him and grips her left wing with his right hand. “I think they’ll love this, they are uniquely gorgeous…” He smacks her across the face, splitting her cheek open as she did his upon their first encounter. “I really…really can’t fucking stand you though…”

               She feels his hand at the base of her wing and her eyes fill with tears as she gathering what he’s about to do, there’s only one explanation for it. She can’t move, she can barely breathe and so all she can do is brace herself for what is to come. His hand begins to pull at her left wing, his grip is unforgiving as he attempts the horrendous, all while laughing at her weakened screams.

               Naoya’s heart drops. He hears her wail in incredible pain as he can do nothing but watch helplessly. Getou’s laugh becomes deeper and more prominent as he’s torturously ripping her wing out of her shoulder and back. Her cries cut through Naoya’s body more viciously than her feathers ever did. He sees Getou raising his arm higher and higher, twisting them slowly as the wing fights to stay connected to her body. As torn muscles and skin stretches into thin translucent-like flaps, she begins to loose consciousness. The noises that occur from her bones snapping from his tugs cause Naoya to throw up a little in his mouth, jerking his head to the floor. They crack and break, leaving the sounds to be left of the remnants of flesh being separated until those too snap and hang, the elasticity of her skin being drawn to no return. ‘WHY DID I THINK SHE’D BE OK HERE?’ His eyes begin to water too as his anger grows and boils over. He raises his eyes back to the nightmarish scene as he watches the only woman he’s ever cared for become mutilated before him, because of him.

               “HA GOOD GOD… this thing is heavy!” Getou is having to use both hands now to lift the wing itself as the blood drips and runs down the metal feathers from where it was stolen from her body. “How did you get this into the air?!” He’s genuinely interested in the physics altering answer that he knows he won’t receive at this moment. “I’ll make sure your loved ones get it…” He smiles warmly, being overly satisfied with the gore and how pathetic she looks unconscious on the floor. “Stupid bitch…I warned you of your atonement.” He turns to leave the room, dragging the wing until he released his manipulations over Naoya and Elska, transferring his focus to floating the 4ft long silver and dark grey tipped prize beside him.

               As soon as he can move Naoya quickly scurries over to her. Tears haze his vision as he’s afraid to touch her, not wanting to injure her further. “…Elska, wake up…please…” His head is bowed as he dares to move her to see the wound left by Getou. He sits himself on his knees beside her and cautiously lifts her off her back and forwards.

“…oh my God….” He can see inside of her. The stretched and mishappen muscles of hers that remain, the splintered bones Getou twisted to break, the adipose tissue…parts of her spine. He inaudibly cries as he embraces her carefully, rocking them in place…only high pitched squeals leaving his usually baritone lips. He’s choking on his own breaths as he pulls the cloth of his robes apart in a makeshift attempt to nurse her and stop the bleeding. He positions himself in front of her but he’s crouched over her legs as he leans her into his chest. He grabs his phone and sniffles as he brings up a number and chooses it.

               “Cho…Choso…I need…” He’s unable to get the words out that he needs to, “Elska…He fucking…her wing…Choso…help…” He lets out another cry as he applies additional pressure to the gaping, bleeding area next to the replaced talisman. He feels his whole body is shaking and he can’t tell if it’s from rage or from being shattered in that moment. “Elska…you have to…” He inhales sharply, “…wake up…please…” He holds her closely with his eyes closed, forgetting he was on the phone with Choso, he’s completely disoriented. “…please…” The line fell silent but he’s hoping Choso understood and is on his way. He finally is unable to fight back the tears as he continues to cradle her, swaying them as he puts his weight on his knees. In a pool of her blood they sit as she’s losing her color from creating the puddle around them.

               “No, No, NO…baby…PLEASE!” Naoya’s cries reverberate throughout the room as the echo beams back to him, feeling the absolute hopelessness pour from within.

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Okay okay I just read your jaw dropping post about how acotar would be with Nesta Under the Mountain and now I’m curious: does Rhys meets Feyre? Cassian and Nesta’s first encounter, how does it goes like? LUCIEN AND AZRIEL SLOW BURN “STRANGERS” TO LOVERS? Nesta wouldn’t be stupid to let her sisters be kidnapped by Hybern, so how do they get changed into Fae? And DO they get changed? I’ve got a thousands questions now

OKAY YES- Nesta Under the Mountain, acomaf remix:

First, I just want to pause to highlight the chaos factor here. What happens after Amarantha and Tamlin die? Rhysand, bound by magical contract and also Dramatique, nopes out, bringing Lucien and Nesta.

And he’s a mess. It’s relief, it’s half a century of unimaginable torture. He needs a bath. He needs to lay in bed for a week before he speaks to another living person. Instead, he takes them to his moonstone palace.

Does he rest? Plan? Go find his friends who are screaming at his mental shields?

No. He gives Nesta and Lucien rooms, and proceeds to have breakfast with them while flirting with Nesta, so he can pretend everything is fine.

To say Nesta is feeling A Lot is an understatement. She has zero Tamlin murder regrets- and many, many, I came back to life and got kidnapped again regrets. She does take a bath. Washes off the blood, braids her hair, tries not to look at her freaky faery face, looks for clothes. Is unimpressed beyond measure at crop top sheer ensembles, and goes looking for Lucien.

Swathed in turquoise silks, doing that thing where he’s grinning but his eyes are flinty and just waiting for the next attack, he’s no better off. The robe in Nesta’s bathroom was a lace confection- the one in Lucien’s in quilted green silk. Nesta wears that.

Is still wearing it, when they show up to breakfast, Rhysand flirts- and because Nesta is an Archeron, she throws a teacup at his head.

(Lucien, beside her, buttering toast: yeah, that doesn’t work on her)

What really happens in acomaf? Love, trauma journey, betrayal. But Tamlin’s dead- and guess what family promptly sails back across the sea to seize power of Spring? Guess. No one is out here calling Nesta the Savior of Prythian. She’s not the mother, she’s the crone. Women love her, men fear her. She’s not the blessing, she’s the punishment.

Morrigan tracks down Rhys, and this is what she finds: 1 autumn prince, wearing a crop top and acidly explaining that he doesn’t give a single fuck if Spring burns. 1 devastating faery lady wearing nothing but a robe. Rhysand, with tea dripping from his hair.

Tears! Reunion! Nes & Luc, exit stage left faced with Emotions.

Nesta doesn’t need to learn to read- and she doesn’t need Rhysand’s fucking help, as she keeps saying, as he keeps doing nice things for her. Fuck off, she says, fixing her hair with the diamond pins that have mysteriously appeared on top of her book. Do not look at me like that, she threatens, catching him grinning at some insanely offensive thing she’s said about Beron.

Rhys likes Nesta. It’s not willing. Nesta...kind of hates Rhys still. Rhys is also still, A Mess- and Nesta just happens to be the sexy project in front of him. 

You didn’t make a deal for me to be a permanent house guest, she tells him.

Morrigan, to herself, a respectable wlw who, you know, met Nesta in a robe and learned ten seconds later she killed a High Lord as a human: PLEASE STAY FOREVER

Rhysand takes them to Velaris.

Lucien is devastated by the prosperity- Nesta goes straight for Rhysand’s throat- you protected one city? Rhysand says, one city, and four people. It’s the closest Nesta ever comes to respecting him, lasts three seconds. 

It takes one night for Nesta and Lucien to vanish. Dangerous and disconcerting for a few reasons- Prythian is singing songs of Nesta, and they’re songs of destruction. Lucien has a price on his head. 

But they’re not courting danger- they’re over the wall. Nesta knows a war is coming, knows she’s painted a target sky high on her back. She leaves letters for her sisters- she’s alive, she can’t come home, she’s sorry, she loves them, please please please be careful- and they spend ten hours straight setting wards around the slumbering Archeron manner.

With his usual sense of good timing, the next morning is when Rhysand trots out his work for me plan.

Hybern wants a war, and Nesta is a weapon. Lucien, who has been a rapid fire, info dump strength been trying to tell Nesta all the shit she needs to know now that she’s a faery, tells him to go to hell. 

Rhys feigns very much like that was uncalled for, unravels a few more layers of the I’m only bad as a ruse lifestyle before their eyes. 

Nesta more or less ignores him, but explains Lucien’s comment for them both: no fealty. No oaths. No games. No more fucking tattoos.

Rhys, eventually, repeats himself: work for me, I’ll pay you, you don’t need to belong.

Nesta demands a contract. Exact terms. Proof of salary. Tells Rhys, casually, that she killed one High Lord human and she’s perfectly willing to try for a second with immortality on her side.

Nesta and Lucien, private contractors. Nesta and Lucien, who also don’t really believe a word Rhysand says.

But then it’s time for dinner. To meet the Court- Nesta repeats Court of Dreams to Lucien with such lofty disbelief he’s still giggling to himself every few minutes when they get to the House of Wind.

A pause, a step back: Cassian. Cas lost his shit when Nesta died- Cassian felt her come back to life- Cassian, who has never met her, has no idea what that means. He’s been rattled around, feeling more than a little crazy- tense, unfocused, walking the streets of Velaris like he forgot something that can never be found- he also didn’t tell anyone.

Nesta Archeron walks into the House of Wind beside Lucien Vanserra, and everything stops.

It’s Rhysand’s stumbling, lightening struck, immediate oh-shit reaction, just on a very different balcony, with circumstance more different that Cassian allows himself to believe.

There she was. There was what he’d been looking for- there she was, taking a glass of wine out of Lucien’s hand.

There’s no personal story time at this dinner. There’s Cassian, dumbstruck, silent, staring. Azriel, whose good manners kick in and make him speak. Lucien, drinking. Nesta treating it like a business meeting and directly trying to establish what everyone’s jobs are.

(Also Nesta, meeting Amren, recognizing her name from fairytales she read trapped in Tamlin’s house: Do you really drink the blood of men?

Amren: Only very, very bad men who ask nicely.

Nesta’s nod in response took years off Cassian’s life.)

Nesta, child of every court. Nesta, who Rhysand keeps comparing to the Courts universal holy objects while she bites her tongue bloody. Locate, read, utilize, steal- Nesta wants it done now, wants to hamstring Hybern before he can set foot on their island.

But research takes time. So Nesta’s learning to be a faery- and breaking a ridiculous amount of things along the way- Lucien is hanging out in her shadow, free as he’s ever been in his entire adult like but also just waiting, waiting, for the axe to fall.

Everyone thinks they’re sleeping together- more importantly, even if they’re not, they’re In Love.

There’s no weaver in the wood moment- because frankly, Rhysand doesn’t want to risk that Nesta will somehow befriend her. Less Rhys in general, because Nesta doesn’t want to spend all that much time with him. 

Nesta is just in Velaris, waiting for the damn job to start. With Lucien. Sometimes Amren, or Morrigan. Often, extremely often, Cassian.

In canon, when they meet, Cassian is all set up to hate her- she didn’t protect her sister, she’s disloyal she’s- all of these terrible things that have to be proven untrue. That clash, that fighting shapes...basically everything.

This Nesta, he has every reason to admire, and it’s killing him. She saved Prythian- she killed a High Lord with her bare hands and knife Cassian wouldn’t want to use to cut an apple. She’s incredible.

She’s also the unfortunate, perfect receptacle for all of Cassian’s self worth issues. He can’t look away, which means she’s not looking. Of course she loves the son of a High Lord, who fought by her side- they survived together, they’re the same species.

So. He’s just going to quietly, miserably, love her forever. But he doesn’t actually talk to her- this is the only Cassian who has ever been quieter than Az- he just can’t. But he’s always there- passing messages from Rhys. Flying her to the House of Wind. Present. 

So he also ends up around when Lucien and Nesta decide to move on from magic training to physical training. 

And Cassian absolutely falls over himself asking to help. To train her. To make her stronger. To maybe, you know, punch him in the face.

The offering goes as badly as can be imagined, all the wrong words and blushing fury. Insulting. A mess.

Nesta does what Nesta does best. Asks him, you’ve trained how much of your own army? Cassians answer is halting but true- yes, yes the Legion’s are his lifes work.

And look, Nesta is mad at the implied insults to her and Lucien both. She’s also mad this asshole who clearly doesn’t want her here, doing the job she was hired to do and has made that clear with the silent treatment, is now intruding on her personal business.

She gets in his face. I’m not an Illyrian. I’m not a man. I will never be a soldier under your command and I don’t need your help.

(the vicious cultural sexism has, in fact, trickled down to Nesta’s knowledge quite easily. She doesn’t know Cassian’s back story.)

The knife sinks oh, so, fucking deep. Cassian who also, has never learned to back down, doesn’t fuck off. So he’s around, brooding and training himself, while Lucien teaches Nesta evil little tricks and how to move like lightening, to use weapons and magic as one.

Nessian keep fighting. Cassian also keeps finding every even slightly plausible excuse to be in her company-because now she’s looking at him.

So what, if she’ll never love him back? So what, if fucking Lucien Vanserra who flirts with everything that moves somehow earned her loyalty? Cassian is never-will never- judge or undermine her choices. Never.

He just wants to be around. To speak to her every day. So what, if the angst is burning him alive?

Interlude: the Summer Court. Rhys and Nesta go alone. 

Nesta likes Tarquin. Tarquin...is kind of more afraid of Nesta than Rhys. There’s no flirty montage, Nesta goes to hang out with Cresseida. Knows her for about a day, comes to understanding that Cresseida was the one who held Summer together under Amarantha.

Nesta tells Cresseida everything. Hybern’s coming back, they’re already making plays. They want the Cauldron, but control can be stolen with the Book. Rhysand thinks I can read it- all I want is Hybern dead.

It is, in the end, compelling. Helped along by the fact Nesta peppers in that Rhys isn’t going to ask.

There’s a fight, a battle, conditions: in the end Tarquin gives the book to Nesta. Only Nesta. For Rhys, this still works- for the Summer Court, the distinction is important. Nesta Archeron, Cauldron-blessed, the Sword of Prythian, will wield the book.

Not the blessing, the punishment.

Rhys says something very Rhys, and Nesta leaves. They’re winnowing to the same place, she can now, it doesn’t matter- but what matters is this: Nesta goes back to the House of Wind, and runs into Cassian.

She’s just carrying half the book- like that isn’t an insane, miraculous thing, and Cassian congratulates her, without saying anything stupid. 

But then Nesta sprawls down in a window seat, and starts looking at the book.

(Cassian is GOING THROUGH IT. he thought being around her was bad? Knowing she’s in another court where he can’t make sure she’s safe or okay or not having a bad day made him LOSE HIS MIND)

Which is fully what he blames for the fact that Cassian also, does not leave. Crosses his arms. Leans in the doorway like it doesn’t matter. Asks, like a moron, why Nesta isn’t looking for Lucien.

(Cassian to Cassian: SHE WAS GONE DAYS- SHE COULD HAVE BEEN HURT? WHERE IS THE CARE? THE CONCERN? THE- LUCIEN WAS AT A BAR WITH AZRIEL LAST NIGHT)

Nesta: No, I’ll see him later.

Cassian: Reunions...are important. The war is going to come faster than any of us think.

Nesta: I know?? that’s why I just spent a week in fucking sand- I’m doing my job-

Cassian: We all have so little time-

Nesta: You think I don’t know that??

Cassian: I just. I don’t understand- you have options. You have the entire world. You are the entire world, and you deserve-

Nesta: What. Exactly. Do you think I deserve?

Cassian, miserably ferocious: someone waiting when you come home. from battle. from stupid shit Rhys makes you do. You deserve everything.

Nesta, rising from the window seat, walking across the room: You’re here.

Cassian:

Nesta, rolling her eyes as she sweeps past and away: You. Were here. When I got back.

I’m going to cut this here and then post a part two! Thank you so much for asking, stay tuned :)

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Prank Wars

pairing : wonwoo x reader

synopsis : wonwoo says he’s not scared of anything. to prove him wrong, you did everything to try and scare him.

genre : fluff, humor, best friend au

word count : 1.6k

warnings : small hint of a spoiler of the movie Train to Busan

a/n : Happy Halloween 🎃👻 i ain’t gonna lie, i had a hard time thinking of pranks, so this was kinda pathetic. i apologize for letting yall down lol

svt written masterlist || main masterlist

Jeon Wonwoo; the man who claims he is not a coward, the man who is also your best friend, and as his best friend, you decided to catch him in a state of fear.

“Wonwoo, there is no way that you are not scared of anything, there’s no way!” You followed the tall man into the kitchen of his apartment and away from the horror movie that was playing on the TV in his living room, “I’m telling you YN, I’m fearless. Haven’t you watched friends? I use,” He made a hand gesture that points to his temple, “Unagi,” Dumbfounded, you shook your head, “Unagi is an eel.” He rolled his eyes, “Whatever, I’m still not scared of anything.”

You scoffed and sat on a stool at the counter, “So you’re telling me, those jump scares, didn’t scare you? I swear I saw you jump there Jeon.” All he did was shrug as he rummaged inside his fridge for a cool drink.

“I mean, it’s not real, so why should I be scared? I should be sad, not scared,” You huffed in annoyance and rolled your eyes, “Still, Train to Busan had to do with zombies, and zombies are scary.” He walked around the table, “Awe is YN scared of zombies?” He patted your head softly, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

Pushing him away, you stood up from your seat, pointing your finger at him. “I’ll find a way to get you scared Jeon, just you wait.” He smirked at your attempt at being intimidating and took a sip of his water, “Okay LN, I’d like to see you try.”

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War was all you knew for the past two weeks. After various attempts of booby trapping his apartment, all of them failed to do their job, such as right now. Wonwoo felt high and mighty after he saw your failed trap on the floor, not scaring him one bit. He heard your feet rushing from the kitchen towards the hallway, “How the hell did you not get scared of that?”

He laughed at your scowling face, “Fake cockroaches and spiders? You think that would scare me?” You glared at him, “Bugs are scary, I don’t know what the hell is wrong with your stone cold heart but fuck, at least show a little reaction.”

You turned around and rolled your eyes, making your way back to the kitchen, “Is YN salty cause she couldn’t scare me?” He quickly made his way next to you by the counter.

You took a sip of your drink, failing to notice his eyes light up as he thought of taking part in this little prank war you two have. A devilish smirk appeared on his face as you turned to look at him.

“What?” All he did was smile at you, “Oh nothing, just something came to mind. By the way, I’m going to your house tomorrow instead.” You nodded your head and took another sip of your drink as you faced forward, a smile creeping in. Wonwoo saw the whole thing, thinking about how you’re going to set everything up at you house, but also thought about how perfect this will go for him.

~

“YN, if fake bugs aren’t going to work, what makes you think rubber rats will?” You sat on your couch and looked at the man before you, holding a couple of fake rats in his hands. “Yeah but like, they feel weird, don’t they?” He threw them on the table and sat beside you, turning on the TV as you worked on your laptop.

“Yn, can you get me a drink please?” His head tilted towards you and pouted. Glaring at him, you sighed and got up, “What do you want?” You made your way to the small kitchen and kept an eye on him as you got a cup from your dishwasher, “Orange juice please.” You rolled your eyes and went to open the fridge only to scream out as something started spraying in your face.

“Wonwoo!” He came into the kitchen, a smug look on his face. “That my dear, is how you play a prank.” He began to laugh and you huffed out in frustration and stormed away to your room, Wonwoo following after you. Slamming the door in his face, he knocked softly, “Oh come on YN, it was just a prank, don’t be such a party pooper.”

“Party pooper?! This shit is in my hair and all over my face, what even is that?!” Wonwoo winced, “Uhh silly string?” He prepared himself for your rant about how he should’ve shook the can before putting it in the fridge, “Ugh, I have to go shower. You can stay or leave, it’s up to you.” He pouted at the door, worried that his best friend was mad at him, “You mad at me?”

“Not really, but you just called war so fair warning, I will not go easy.”

~

You got out of the shower and changed into some pajamas, heading in for the night. Wonwoo left while you were in the shower, so now was the perfect time to make you plan. You went and grabbed your phone from your nightstand and unlocked it, looking for the specific contact name. Once you found it, you called him.

“Hey, you think you can help me prank Wonwoo?”

You chewed at your bottom lip, hoping he’d be willing to assist you in for your revenge plan and actually getting Wonwoo scared.

“Depends, what’s in it for me?”

His soothing voice rang in your ears, but you didn’t think about getting him anything. Stupid of you; it’s Yoon Jeonghan for crying out loud.

“I don’t have anything for you. Although I do have important information that you’d probably want.”

You heard him breath in, debating on how he should proceed with this, but curiousity took over.

“Fine, what information do you have?”

You giggled at his mocking tone, “Well, you didn’t hear this from me, but Wonwoo dropped your toothbrush in the toilet and didn’t change it.”

“That little bitch, still you need to pay me for my time spent with you.”

You rolled your eyes and sighed, “I’ll buy you an expensive lunch, I just need your help scaring Wonwoo.”

You heard Jeonghan hum before he tsked, “Alright I’m in.”

~

It was Saturday. You were hanging out in Jeonghan’s apartment with Wonwoo, Soonyoung, and Seokmin, watching some movies and eating pizza. “So, YN, a little birdy told us that you got silly stringed on and screamed in fear,” Seokmin looked at you, a sly smile rising on his face as you glared at him, “Oh please, you’d be scared if I threw this at you.” You tossed a fake cockroach that was left on the floor from your prank towards him and he caught it. Once he processed what it was, he screamed, throwing it in the air and trying to move as far away as possible. You all laughed at Seokmin's dramatic behavior, “My point exactly.”

You all continued to eat and made small conversation amongst one another while the movie played in the background. Jeonghan got up and sat next to you, talking under his breath, “Mingyu is hiding in the bathroom and Seungcheol is in the other, he’s probably gonna have to go in a bit.” You tried to hide the smile that grew on your face by eating your pizza as you nodded your head, “You are evil Yoon Jeonghan, I’m so glad I got to you first.”

On cue, Wonwoo stood up and Soonyoung called him out, “You going to the kitchen? If you are, can you get me more coke please,” Wonwoo stopped by the hallway, “I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll get it after.” Jeonghan nudged you as you both stared at the hallway, waiting in anticipation.

“What are you two looking at?” Both of your heads turned to Seokmin and Soonyoung on their knees, staring at the direction that you and Jeonghan were looking at. “Just wait for it.”

You heard a deep voice echo loudly and shortly after, you heard Wonwoo scream. “YES!” You jumped up as you saw Wonwoo rush into the living room, Mingyu following out after him as he died of laughter. Your best friend looked at your happy face, his deadly stare not affecting you.

“What the fuck was that?” You took a step forward, “That my friend, is revenge and how to scare someone,” You turned to Jeonghan and high fived him. “Jeonghan was in on this? That’s not fair.” Jeonghan stood up and sighed happily, “That’s what you get for dropping my toothbrush in the toilet and not telling me.”

Wonwoo smirked, “Well aren’t you gonna have fun cleaning up your bathroom now aren’t ya?” Your eyes went wide as your attention went back to Jeonghan who only had a smile on his face, “Okay, I see how it is Jeon. You’re playing with the devil now.” Wonwoo’s eyes wavered before he slowly walked backwards.

“Are you getting my coke now?”

“No, I’m going to the bathroom. Surprisingly, I didn't let it all out and I don’t trust that bathroom anymore, I’m gonna use the other one.” You turned to Jeonghan again and high fived him after Wonwoo left, and sat down. You waited for a couple of seconds before you heard Seungcheol’s deep voice boom and Wonwoo’s scream.

You smiled happily, finally being able to get Wonwoo scared. Jeonghan looked at you, his face blank and you rolled your eyes, “Fine, I’ll clean up his piss.”

[mommymooze]

Hermann Vestra- Tidbits

Lord Lonato’s Rebellion

Hermann was imprisoned by Seteth and Rhea for the entire time of the quest. Although it was the rebellion of the Western Church, and he is from the Eastern Church, he demands true and complete answers from Rhea as to why children were sent to do her ‘dirty work’ and why did she not allow the disputing church to air their grievances as it is explained in the Sothis Chronicles, Book 5, Chapter 17.

It is rumored that the next time Hermann saw Catherine, he gave her a black eye that would not fade for three weeks no matter how much faith magic was poured into it.

When he next enters the library, the other 9 books of the Sothis Chronicles are there, however book 5 is missing.

Conand Tower / Miklan

The Blue Lions request the assistance of Hermann for this quest. Ever since Hermann found out details of Miklan, he has been speaking with Sylvain. They sit at a small bonfire in the courtyard, talking the night before they leave for Conand Tower.

“You must have the strength to fight for what you believe in. You must do what is right.” Hermann pats Sylvain on his shoulder.

“You’re right. I can’t clean up after him any longer. He must be brought to justice. I will not run from him any longer.” Sylvain grits his teeth, a determined look on his face.

They stare into the fire, quietly watching the flames flicker and dance.

“Did you know that he threw me into a well? Right before a thunderstorm. I almost drowned. Then he left me out in the snow up on a mountain to freeze to death. I was just a kid.” Sylvain shakes his head, pulling his knees closer to his chest.

Hermann scoots closer to Sylvain, putting his arm around his shoulder. “Oh Sylvain. You are well aware as to who my brother is. Let me share with you some of his ignoble deeds. I’ll even show you a few scars to go with each story.”

“Damn, I wish you would have let me bring alcohol. This would have been a fucking awesome party. Maybe we should start a club. We’ll call it the ‘Victims of Fucked up Evil Brothers Club’. What do you think?” Sylvain grins.

Flayn’s Disappearance

Hermann immediately notices the change in Seteth’s demeanor. How desperately Seteth needs to have his sister returned safely. He makes certain to include both Flayn and Seteth in all of his prayers. He also provides words of comfort to Seteth.

“Please, you must eat something Seteth! What will Flayn say when you are reunited? You are wasting away to nothing!. Drink some water. Have faith, the goddess hears our prayers.” Herman urges the assistant to the Archbishop to try and eat the hearty soup he had prepared just for him.

In the catacombs below Garreg Mach, Hermann is on the front lines next to Byleth. His great axe taking out two enemies at once. The door that is locked that must be holding Flayn is no match for his great axe as he slices through wood and metal.

Claude steps back and mumbles, “Hey dude, don’t let me get in your way. Who needs a key with you around.”

Hermann stares into the glowing red eyes of the abomination before him. There is the skeletal visage of the Death Knight. The foul creature laughs as he glares down at the Golden Deer.

“My blade has been sharpened...and it craves flesh," the Death Knight rumbles.

“Foul beast! Return to the hell from whence you came! In the name of the progenitor god Sothis I banish thee!” Hermann raises his hands towards the Death knight, palms open and a look of fierce determination on his face. What seems to be a flash of light bolts from his palms to the enemy’s chest.

The Death Knight collapses, falling from his steed and hitting the ground just as the Flame Emperor appears. “You’re…done for now.” He announces as the Death Knight disappears.

Jeritza wakens in the designated catacomb below the monastery where Hubert and several of his spies tend to him.

Jeritza sits up from being on the ground, takes the mask from his head, looks into the face of it and shudders, throwing it ten feet away.

“Where am I? What am I doing here?” Jeritza looks around, shocked at his surroundings. “Why am I here, Hubert? I want ice cream.”

Hubert shakes his head and groans, he instructs a spy to fetch Arundel, they’re going to have to reprogram the Death Knight. Hubert then uses magic to draw a comical visage of his brother, then proceeds to punch it until the blood is running from his knuckles enough to blot out the face as he curses his sibling in five different languages.

Remire

The Death Knight appears, only to retreat at the sight of Hermann.

Hermann is horrified at the sight of the innocent villagers. Families torn apart by the evil spell they are under. Dedue is holding him back as the Flame Emperor appears, Felix keeping a hand over Hermann’s mouth. Hermann stays in Remire until the last of the dead is buried, until the last bit of healing is necessary for the survivors.

He writes letters beseeching the Eastern Church to send aid to the villagers. He also speaks with Seteth on multiple occasions and only stops when Seteth agrees to send some of the Knights of Seiros to work on rebuilding the village.

The Ball

Hermann is as excited as this is an excellent distraction from all of the horrible things that have been happening. He provides dancing lessons to anyone that seeks them. He represents the Golden Deer for the White Heron Cup. Alois cries, Manuela nearly swoons, and Shamir’s jaw drops open until she physically has to close it as Hermann performs his dance.

Hermann dances with anyone that wishes to accompany him. His perfect stance and moves, yet he always leaves room for the goddess. Seteth declines his request for a dance, he does allow Flayn to dance with him after she begs her brother for 30 minutes. Ferdinand is a gushing mess when Hermann finishes dancing a lovely waltz with him.

Hermann hesitantly approaches Edelgard to see if she wishes to dance. She looks inviting towards him, until Hubert steps between them and threatens his half brother within a centimeter of his life. Edelgard sighs heavily and decides to approach Professor Byleth for a dance.

Hermann does find the spiked punch. He advises the kitchen staff that this particular drink has turned bad and quickly requests that it be removed. He ignores the intentional shoves in the back from Claude and Sylvain who call him a party pooper.

@fireflyfalcon2309 for you and the 2 other people that read about this impossibly handsome man.

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angel: season 2 ... sentence starters

“You seem sad.“

“Release her or die.“

“You're fun for a human.“

“You can't. I'm in danger.“

“Now, about the naked thing...”

“See? I told you it would stop.“

“That's an ugly looking wound.“

“I don't care. I don't wanna die.“

“You gotta learn to lose, sweetie.”

“I'm not insane and I'm not angry.“

“Bad things always happen here.“

“I'm sorry I didn't get to you in time.“

“Did I mention you're not invited in?“

“You should show the proper respect.”

“He hasn't been much of a help to us.“

“I have so many things to make up for.“

“Why? Why aren't you trying to kill me?“

“Did any of your friends say thank you?“

“Stop being such a wanker and put it on.“

“I don't know what you need. I wish I did.“

“You could die here. Chances are you will.“

“You're too busy protecting everyone else.“

“Always the protector, never the protected.“

“I wasn't capable of it, and neither are you.“

“I can see that this is none of my business.“

“Just wanted to give you a little perspective.“

“There's a hell. A few of them. I've been to one.“

“You don't think I'm especially paranoid do you?”

“He must suffer, as all his victims have suffered.“

“Try not to make me look stupid out there, okay?“

“Yes, we're all heartily aware that you're not on fire.“

“Why are you so good to me, after everything I did?“

“They were like this all the way over here in the car.“

“You ever look into his eyes? There's nothing there.“

“I still can't believe you're here. I mean... I killed you.“

“I, um, I think it's gone bad. It's starting to coagulate.“

“And here I am talking about my petty little problems.“

“I expected as much. A pity. I'm beginning to like you.”

“You could've had it. But you didn't have what it takes...“

“I know how to please you. All you have to do is let me.“

“Then stop flexing your manly boob-muscles or whatever.“

“I'm your savior. God never did anything for you, but I will.“

“Oh, I'm sure you can. Just as sure as I am that you won't.”

“I can crush the life out of you before they even lift a finger.“

“This is outrageous. Don't those people know who we are?“

“But if you can't help yourself, then by all means, be my guest.“

“You take care of so many people. But who takes care of you?“

“It's been a while. But don't worry, it's not something you forget.“

“My question first, and tell the truth because you know I'll know.”

“I mean, you'd think I'd get a thank you for not biting any of you.“

“Hmm, all you busy little worker bees, plotting your little schemes.“

“You and I are too old to play games. I need to talk to the real you.“

“Don't fight it, my love. Just let it happen. It'll only hurt for a minute.“

“Why haven't you kissed me? You've been dying for it, haven't you?“

“Well, it's not like you can hit me in the head and wham, it happens!“

“You haven't told anyone else about these dates of ours, have you?“

“For you. All for you. I thought it was what you wanted. To be saved.“

“You try not to get anybody killed, you wind up getting everybody killed.“

“Looks like you're gonna have to find someone else's brain to play with.“

“Everything you're going through, everything you've gone through. I felt it.“

“Please! And do be careful. Ancient conjuring orbs are notoriously fragile.“

“Come on. Lean back. Now, you just relax and let (name) take care of you.”

“Could you stab me in the back a little deeper? I still have feeling in my legs.”

“Do you know how hard it is to think straight with a rebar through your torso?”

“Oh, right. I'm sorry, you know this sort of thing best. How should we proceed?“

“Guys, don't listen to it, alright? What ever it's whispering to you, just ignore it.“

“Well, that narrows it down to people with friends. Where do we keep that list?”

“You know, next time you see them, I'm really going to say something to them.“

“Favor? Is that what you think? You think you did me a favor? You damned me!“

“Oh, thank God! I mean, for your sake, because I know you don't like to do that.“

“See, the world doesn't work in spite of evil. It works with us. It works because of us.”

“Do you think I ever hesitated when I wanted something? Life's too short. Believe me.”

“Oh, no, I can't do anything fun tonight. I have to count my past sins, then alphabetize them.“

“Every moment you have left I'm gonna be by your side. You're never gonna be alone, again.“

“They think I won't kill one. You want to know what I think? I think they don't know me that well.“

“If you don't sign, we'll sue your ass off and kill your children. Just kidding. Nobody wants a lawsuit.”

“You have to change the way you've been doing things. Don't you see where this is taking you?“

“Well, our discussions tend to go about three minutes. Then it's strictly name-calling and hair-pulling.“

“You've been given a second chance. Don't throw that away before you have the opportunity...“

“My soul is well past saving. Let the devil take me if he'll have me. It doesn't matter. Either way, I die.“

“I’ve got a plan: We die horribly and painfully. You go to hell, and I spend eternity in the arms of Baby Jesus.“

“Is that why you've come all this way? Too much of a coward to end your own existence, you want me to do it for you?“

“We've all been worried about you, and I guess it's fair to say we all share some of the blame. We should have spoken up sooner.“

“I really appreciate you coming through for us like this. But, you know how you're not really good at anything? Sure you can do this?”

“I've been accused of being a great many things in my time, but paranoid has never been one of them. Unless people have been saying it behind my back.”

“There is nothing so lovely as dreams. Everything is in them, everything hidden. Open those chambers and you can truly understand someone and control them.“

“Hey. I'd rather have a hydrochloric acid facial. I'd rather invite a hive of wasps to nest in my throat. I'd rather sit through a junior highschool production of ‘Cats’. You see where I'm going with this?“

“It's like a song, now I can hold a note for a long time, actually I can hold a note forever. But eventually that's just noise. It's the change we're listening for. The note coming after and the one after that, that's what makes it music.“