#“But to me... to me... he's very disappointing.”

[holeforzenin]

Loosely based on this

You didn’t even mean to snap at him like that, you were usually one with lots of patience but today—the day had been so fucking long, the kids were being wild and disobedient and you were already two hours behind on laundry. So when Kento walked in from work, loosened his tie, and asked if you’d remembered to call the plumber, the frustration spilled.

You fired back without thinking. Something about how maybe he should try keeping up with the house instead of pretending his job was the only hard one.

And now you’re here, bent over his lap with your ass perched up on his thighs in the quiet of your shared bedroom, skin bared and heart pounding while the barely audible chatter of cartoons drifts up from the living room below.

The contrast is dizzying—innocent voices downstairs, and you up here, your cheeks pressed to the duvet and panties tangled at your knees, the sharp bite of his disapproval thick in the air.

His hand rests on your lower back, warm and steady like he’s trying to prepare you and reminding you that you were not in control here.

“You want to repeat that tone back to me?”

His voice is low and maddeningly calm. The kind of calm that makes your stomach twist, because you know what comes next.

You glared at the wall, teeth clenched, breath shaky as you answered with a stubborn huff. “I said maybe if you helped out more instead of acting like you’re the only one working—”

Slap!

The crack of his heavy palm meeting your bare ass splits the air like a gunshot. You jolted forward against his lap, your hands gripping the comforter as the sting spread hot across your skin. The burn was instant, blooming under his hand as you let out a hiss from the shock.

“That’s one”.

His hand doesn’t leave you. Instead, it soothes over the fresh imprint he just left behind, like he’s both punishing and comforting you at once.

“Count”

Your pride sours in your throat, but the weight of his palm and the steady rise of his chest under your body hold you in place.

“…One,” you murmur, stubbornly.

“That’s a good girl”

His tone is cool, like he’s correcting a child—not cruel, just patient and deeply disappointed. And somehow, that hurts more than the slap.

“We don’t use that tone in this house. You know better”.

You squirm against him, the sting already making your thighs tremble, but not from pain alone. His words tighten something in your chest, and your voice breaks as you try to defend yourself.

“Kento, I—”

Slap.

The second blow landed harder, a little higher this time, striking close to the soft curve of your hips.

Your breath catches hard in your throat.

“Two,” he murmured, voice smooth as silk as his thumb gently pressed into the trembling flesh of your thigh. “Count”.

“Two,” you gasp, your voice tight and bearly holding it together.

“Keep going until I feel like you’ve remembered how to speak to your husband”.

And you do. You count for him with flushed cheeks and misty eyes, each swat met with a soft whimper and a whispered number. His hand is big and methodical, each strike calculated—not too harsh, never cruel, but just enough to make your ass ache and your pride fold inward with each sharp sting.

By six, your voice was trembling, tears pricking the corners of your eyes—not from pain, but from the overwhelming intensity of it. The closeness, the way he’s handling you with such calm authority. How deeply he cares about how you treat him.

“Six…”

But this time, no slap came. Instead, you felt the glide of his palm tracing over your burning skin, lingering possessively over the curve of your ass before his fingers dipped lower, gently brushing against the tender inside of your soft thigh. Reminding you, wordlessly, who you belonged to.

“I work very hard to provide for this family,” he says, and you can feel it in his voice. “I won’t tolerate that disrespect, especially not in my home. Understood?”

You nodded quickly, the shame twisting with heat low in your belly. Your throat felt tight, your lips trembling as you whispered, “Yes, sir”.

“Good”.

He bent forward and pressed a soft kiss to the small of your back—affectionate and loving in a way that makes your eyes flutter shut.

“Now pull those panties up and go set the table. I expect an apology during dinner”.

And you will. You’ll sit across from him with a freshly washed face, the kids giggling and chattering between bites of mashed potatoes, your foot brushing his under the table while your hand slips under to find his.

You’ll squeeze it gently. You’ll whisper, “I’m sorry,” with warm cheeks and shining eyes of regret.

And maybe, if you’re good for the rest of the night, he’ll let you ride him to relieve some stress after bedtime—but only if you ask nicely.

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A/n - I promise you guys that after this, he started helping out more around the house—all that was needed was some communication but reader ended up snapping which is why they end up in that situation. It’s not a toxic marriage guys I promise🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 🫩

[justslightlymental]

"All of them goddamn" - Saja Boys x Reader

Yo... This is just pure smut with just slight plot, also shoutout to this person @k45kart for the idea. (sorry if i tagged wrong person) also another person who wanted to be tagged: @eliengoddes

Okay uhh anyways TW or whatever warnings: Smut, gangbang (obviously) 5 demons cmon guys, I MAY HAVE WRITTEN JINUS NAME WRONG SO IM SORRY. Oral sex both receiving, degrading, praising, uhhh p in v, without protection (dont do this if u dont want kids.) Marking, breeding lowkey, demons going out of control. MAYBE SLIGHT DUB CON??? (its very much consensual but my writing style might fart on itself.) I forgot what else. Cringe warning i havent written anything in ages okay - Everything was okay.. Everything was going to be FINE… The fans were happy with our newest song… And the Honmoon was shining brighter than ever, even a tingle of gold flashing across our eyes, we were so close!!! But then Rumi lost her voice, right in the middle of our rehearsal for our live premiere of “Golden”. Before any of us could say anything she asked for 5 minutes and just ran off to god knows where! “Oh my god, what are we gonna do??” Zoey panicked, her arms flailing around. “Calm down Zoey.. It’s going to be fine… just give her some time alright?” Mira placed a hand on her shoulder to calm Zoey down, though I could see through her poker face. “Yeah, like Mira said. Give her some time… surely she will come in time.” I said, a nervous/worried smile across my face. And she never came… The next time we saw her was at our apartment, she looked shaken up. The only thing we could offer in that moment was comfort and that we did. We decided to go out for some dinner. Rumi still didn’t seem like herself, until she finally spoke. “I'm sorry about the show..” “It’s okay.. don’t worry about it!” Zoey smiled, placing a hand on her forearm. “Besides, Bobby will handle it.” I smiled as well, trying to comfort her.

And just like that he called us and once we answered we heard loud voices in the background and an out of breath Bobby yelling about how he can’t handle this, so many disappointed fans and the network losing their minds. Mira quickly shut off the phone. “We can just schedule another live show within days. Don’t worry!” “I don't think that's possible… my voice, it's in trouble..” Rumi said, awkwardly. “In trouble?? Then why did you push up the Golden release then?” Mira continued, confused. “My guess is the Honmoon, isn’t that right?” I smiled softly.

“(Name) is right.. The Honmoon.. it flashed gold, we are so close and it's so important!”

After that dinner we were brainstorming how to fix Rumi’s voice quickly. And Zoey had the “best” idea to go get some magical tonics from this one place she had heard of. And after we finally got the tonics and as we came out of the clinic Zoey was rambling on about after getting her voice back we could finally focus back on the important stuff like fans-

“Fans!” Mira whisper shouted as we saw some shadows turning into the alleyway we were in, our disguises were not the best so we tried our best to quickly become more unrecognizable-

Until we saw THEM..

Our eyes went wide as the guys walked our way, they all looked so… handsome so sexy… Rumi was the only one who didn’t look absolutely down bad until she saw the 5th guy with black hair.

Meanwhile I was looking at each and every one of them, I mean yeah some of them looked a bit sexier than others but I guess that’s because they're more my time than the others.. When they passed us I could honestly feel all of their gaze landing on me for just a moment before they continued on their way. What the fuck just happened.

And that is how we met our WORST enemies for the first time. Turned out they were a fucking demon boyband. DEMONS in a boyband yeah that's right! I don't know what crack Gwi-ma was on when he sent them to our world but IT’S WORKING. Though I do have to admit… I wonder what it would feel like if-

I smacked my head against the wall groaning, BAD (Name) BAD!!! Do not think of such unholy thoughts about your enemy, especially DEMONS.

We got suited up in our battle gear and oh my I must admit we are always so fabulous. We knew the boyband who are now better known as the “Saja Boys” would be at this game show tonight, we stood backstage looking at them gulping huge amounts of hot sauce, uh yikes. That’s gonna burn coming out- AANYWAY! Rumi said we should wait for them to come backstage and then jump down and make quick work of them, the perfect surprise attack!

We giggled a bit in anticipation as we took our spot over the stage, looking down at them. Little did we know the Jinu guy had noticed us and just as he took the mic talking about “special guests” joining us the lights turned to us at the same time he announced our name. We quickly hid our weapons and forced huge smiles on our faces.

“Yeahh! Hello everyone! We just wanted to yknow congratulate the Saja boys for their successful debut!” Rumi said with forced enthusiasm And after that the game show host and saja boys themselves said we should all slide down into the ballpit, the audience got in on it too so of course we had to oblige, though the leather we wore really made it… awkward to say, the noise was horrible too. Once we finally made it into the ballpit everyone still cheered and now it would be the time to end the show, both us and the Saja boys bowed to each other in fake gratitude and respect as the curtains closed. However once we were finally out of the publics eye they ran off within seconds and we almost had no idea where, but we managed to be able to track them down, to a fucking bathhouse. We had no choice but to go in and it was thankfully empty, and there they stood. “You really followed us here? The men's portion? You guys really are thirsty huh.” Jinu chuckled along with his bandmates. Then the demons came out of nowhere from small ruptures, but like there were a lot of them. You couldn’t lose focus for even a second and if you did it might be game over. At one point my eyes landed on Jinu who just smirked “Have fun you four.” He said as he ran off with everyone else. I looked behind me to see Mira, Zoey and Rumi in a deep fight, they seemed to be taking care of everything fine though, so I took off running after Jinu. I jumped into the air ready to slash him but he managed to dodge my blows one after another, until I finally managed to kick him in the stomach. We landed in a secluded room, it seemed to be a small sauna, the heat made both of our bodies sweaty, yuck disgusting. Finally I managed to corner him, my (weapon’s) handle against his throat as he tried to push me off. The adrenaline was flowing through me, maybe that’s why I felt extra strong right now. “Hah.. you’re a bit stronger… But not strong enough for all of us…” Jinu chuckled. That had me confused, until I could sense the presence of four other people behind us. My eyes widened and my throat closed up on itself. I couldn’t move, I don’t know if I was sweating from the heat or from the fact 5 extremely attractive demon guys were currently alone with me. Jinu quickly took advantage of my shock and pushed me away, I landed on my back, gasping for air. It hurt a little bit but nothing could compare to the sight after I opened my eyes groaning. “There you are… Sorry about the push, hopefully you're not too hurt darling.” Jinu smirked, his eyes glowing a little bit. “G-Get away from me!” I struggled, quickly standing up and forming my weapon once again, surrounded by them.

“Still got a fighting spirit huh? We like that… But don’t think we haven’t seen the way you look at us.. And honestly the feelings are mutual.” Jinu smirked, his fingers slightly grazing my cheek. I was speechless, I felt so small surrounded by them. I could feel their eyes roam my body, taking in every curve and shape. My knees were growing weak, I could feel my body reacting in ways I haven’t felt in awhile. I felt embarrassed, my cheeks flushing a deep red as I tried to not look at any of them. I felt a hand on my shoulder making me flinch. “Calm down bunny.. I won’t hurt you.. too bad.” A deep voice whispered into my ear, I turned around quickly seeing the guy named “Abs”. (bit of a silly name tbh…) ANYWAY “D-don’t-” I struggled to form words until a hand covered my mouth, it was Juni. “Yeah, you’re right… No one has to speak…” He smirked, his other hand slowly going down from my shoulder towards my chest. My eyes widened, I should be struggling, I should be fighting them… But for some reason I wanted this, I wanted them all… I felt myself growing more hot and bothered by the second. The 8 pair of eyes watching Jinu’s every movement, and my reaction. It turned me on so bad. And I swear to god I feel like they could sense my need, with the way their eyes seemed to sharpen with lust. “What do you want…” Jinu asked, uncovering my mouth. “I-I want you… I want you all..” My words were quiet, but that didn’t seem to bother them. It was like a trigger, they had my consent and they wouldn’t back away now. Juni fell back towards one of the seats with me landing on his lap. I moaned out as I felt my ass on his crotch, and he was hard. His knees separating mine as I was exposed to the other guys, not completely nude.. yet. I didn’t even care about how fucked out I already looked, all I cared about was getting that sweet release. “Someone’s impatient hm?” Jinu whispered before his lips attacked my neck, his sharp teeth grazing my skin. I whimpered, it felt so good. The other guys had come closer as well, Romance sitting down on my right side and Mystery on my left. Both of their hands found their way to my chest, feeling me up through my suit. Who knew it felt this fucking good to be touched by like 5 guys at the same time. Oh god I feel like a whore, but honestly i'm a proud hoe rn! 

Abs crouched down between my legs, Baby standing behind him as he preferred to just watch, knowing he would get his turn soon. “I think this suit needs to come off, right boys?” Abs smirked, his hands caressing my inner thighs. “You’re right, I can’t wait to see what you’re hiding under here…” Romance sighed happily, Mystery just nodding along, not really a man of words I see. Their hands turned into a soft purple hue, their nails growing in size as they made quick work of ripping my suit into shreds. I tried to cover myself up but Jinu was quick to grasp both my arms and lock them behind my back. “Don’t cover yourself darling… You wanted this right? To be taken and used by all of us.. you truly have no shame, do you?” He talked softly while Mystery and Romance both leaned down to take one of my tits into their mouths. All i could do was moan through his little speech, my core was on fire, growing wetter by the second. I don’t know if the heat made everything feel 10x better but I was enjoying this. I enjoyed the feeling of being exposed to their hungry eyes, I loved the way their mouths sucked on my tits, the way their tongues swirled around my nipples. My body arched into Juni’s body, my thighs trying to squeeze together to create some sort of friction. Abs was quick to separate my legs to get full access to my core. I did feel slightly embarrassed with his staring but that quickly dissolved as he just dove in like a starved man. His tongue swirling around my clit, making my hips buckle. His movements were precise, taking slow licks up my slit, before sucking on my clit against, his right hand closing in. Fingers painfully close to my opening. I moaned out loudly, begging for him to touch me, to feel his fingers inside. I guess he felt merciful because that’s exactly what he did. I was wet enough to fit 2 of his fingers with no problem, his long slender fingers curling up inside me. It didn’t take long for abs to find that special spot inside me that made my whole body seize. I could barely let out any noise, so over-stimulated, with Juni’s mouth on my neck, Mystery’s and Romance’s mouths on my buds, their hands cressing my stomach and sides. My eyes opened just slightly, the first thing I saw was Baby standing behind Abs, his hand slightly rubbing over his jeans, his eyes seductive as he stared down at me. I felt even more hot knowing the fact he was still enjoying himself, just staring. But I couldn’t think about him for long with the way Abs fingers thrusted deep into me and his tongue on my clit, it was enough to bring me dangerously close to climax. I yelped loudly, hips shaking. “I-Im so close- Please- Let me-” I gasped out, pushing my hips towards his mouth, needing him as close as I could have. “Greedy this one isn’t she?” Baby spoke up for the first time, enjoying watching how his bandmates brought (Name) to the edge of pleasure. “She is so intoxicating… Her scent… I wonder if she tastes just as good.” Jinu said, eyeing down at Abs, slightly jealous of how he was the first one to taste her. With the last curl of his tongue she came undone, her head thrown back in pleasure. Romance and Mystery separated from her breasts, looking down at the mess Abs created. All of them felt their senses heightened up, pupils dilating after smelling her. Their bodies fight against turning into their demon forms. Juni stood up with (name) still in his arms, turning around and setting her against the seat. She was still struggling with getting air into her lungs, slowly coming around from that intense climax. “I think we are all a bit too clothed for this next part.” Romance said smugly, his clawed hands already working on removing his shirt. “She might pass out after seeing what’s coming for her.” Mystery said quietly, following Romance’s lead. “She’s gonna pass out no matter what after we’re done with her.” Jinu grinned. 

(Name) slowly shook her head, coming back to reality, her eyes opening. In Front of her was the shock of her life, she yelled out. All five of them, completely bare, the marks on their bodies glowing ever so often, and oh my god even their dicks had the same marks. Also talking about dicks they were all so different.. Some of them had more girth, others length, already dripping with pre-cum. She felt like she was under some sort of spell as she slowly moved off the seat onto the heated up floor, sitting on her knees, hands traveling up Jinu’s legs and thighs. She looked up at him through her lashes, she looked absolutely ravishing, hair messy, some of it sticking to her forehead, her expression flushed, so full of need. Jinu’s breath hitched as his clawed hand took hold of her hair, bringing her face closer to his cock. “Open wide baby.” He instructed. And she did, her tongue rolled out as the tip landed on it. She could already taste the saltiness of his precum, so delicious. Her mouth closed in on it as her tongue rolled around the sensitive tip. He groaned out while thrusting deeper into her mouth. “Fuck.. Her mouth feels so good- I could get addicted to this.” He moaned out, fangs growing out. “Oh you’re making it sound a little too good. I want some.” Baby chuckled, pushing Jinu out of the way. Taking his place. “Hey! Wait for your turn you fucking moron-” Jinu cussed but decided to let him have his moment, instead just jerking himself off at the sight of her being used by them. (Name) whined at the loss of Jinu’s cock but was soon satisfied again after Baby pushed himself into her warm mouth. His dick was a bit shorter than Jinu’s but the girth was amazing, and like he wasn’t SMALL in any way. Actually none of them were. “Oh shit- You’re right- h-hell.” He whimpered. (Name) looked at the other men who were touching themselves, she didn’t want them feeling left out. She took hold of Abs and Mystery’s dicks, moving her hands up and down. Both of them instinctively reacted and thrusted into her hold. Mystery’s cock was long.. And Abs was just… oh yeah he was the big boy of the group definitely. 

“What a good girl…” Romance smiled, looking down at her. “S-shit.. I-I’m close-” Baby gasped out, his thrusts becoming faster, abusing the back of her throat. She was loving the treatment, even if it was harder to breathe. Her cheeks hollowed out completely, feeling every curve of his veins. “Fuck!” He yelled out as his hips stilled, spilling his load down her throat and she drank up every drop. “Look at that! Drank up everything, what a good slut.” Jinu smirked. Abs and Mystery both were moaning messes as their muscles tensed, her hands working magic on them. She didn’t take long to recover as her mouth went closer to Romance’s cock, taking the tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue just like she did with Jinu. This made the poor guy let out broken whimpers, his legs almost giving out from the sudden sensitivity. Jinu had walked behind her, crouching down, his hand traveling down her stomach towards her cunt. Fingers slowly circling her clit, making her eyes roll back into her head. She separated from Mystery’s cock and turned her head towards Abs’s dick, giving him the same treatment with slight difficulty due to the size difference. It didn’t take long for Mystery to cum onto her hand and arm, and the other to separate from her mouth, spilling his cum all over her chest. “You enjoy being marked by all of us huh?” Romance asked, tilting her head up towards him. “Y-yeah… I-I love it, I want more, please.” She begged, out of breath, whimpering due to Jinu still touching her. “Hah.. I wonder what your huntrix friends would say if they saw you like this.” Abs smiled, his finger stroking her chin. “I-I don’t care… I just want you all.. please. Help me.” She moaned out, getting on all fours. “Well look at that- So submissive.. so perfect.” Jinu said, eyes slightly wide not expecting that. But who was he to complain or deny her. His hands landed on her waist, the tip of his cock just against her slit. Moving his hips up and down just teasing her opening. Though even if she wanted to tease her more, his own self control was slowly withering away. So with the help of his hand he finally sank into her pussy. The feeling was euphoric, both of them immediately letting out strained moans. Her walls gripped him like no tomorrow, so wet, so tight. “Oh.. oh my god- S-Shit- I-I can’t-” He choked on his words, losing himself to his desires. While she was getting absolutely fucked from behind Romance took his spot in front of her mouth, getting on his knees, taking hold of her chin. With a quick ‘open up’ His cock was deep in her throat. She had never felt such pleasure before, seeing the men who just came on her already hardened up and ready to each get a turn with her, it was so sexy. Her body was being rocked back and forth, Jinu’s thrusts growing faster, the sounds of skin clapping together loud. His dick kept hitting that sweet spot in her, she had never felt this full before. All of her whimpers and moans just turned into vibrations against Romance’s cock who could feel himself very close to cumming. Both men reached their climaxes at the same time, spilling deep inside her, not caring about pulling out. The feeling of Jinu’s hot cum inside her was enough to push her over the age as well. Their juices mixed together. As he pulled out her hole leaked, making her thighs sticky and warm. “Help her up guys.” Abs smirked, him and Baby lifting her up from the ground. Her legs could not hold her weight, she was completely at their mercy. She was still so high from her recent orgasm she couldn’t form any words. Though she could feel her right leg being lifted over someone's shoulder. Thankfully she was very flexible. She could feel someone's hands squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, making her suck in air. 

She then felt someone's cock lined up with her entrance again, it felt huge… She could almost guess that- Before her thoughts could finish she saw pure white. Abs slammed himself in her, her pussy clenching around him like no tomorrow. He grunted loudly, his other hand holding the leg on his shoulder and the other on her waist. She whimpered and moaned with every thrust, his dick easily smacked against her cervix, his pelvis hitting her clit with every thrust. “O-oh- Oh my- Shiiiit-” She shook her head, trying to get away from his harsh treatment, it felt too good. She was too sensitive. “P-Please- Ah- Slower- No-” Her hands were pulled behind her, making her body arch in an awkward angle. His mouth quickly over hers, shutting her up. “Shit man- This pussy is amazing! Ah- I don’t know how long I can hold my form back-” Abs grunted, his marks glowing brighter, same with the others. “Right?! She is so intoxicating, I want to taste her soul… Ahg-” Romance inhaled her scent, his tongue licking her neck. “Do you think she could take two at the same time?” Mystery asked with an evil smile. “She definitely could… go for it… break her for good, that’s what she wants anyway.” Jinu laughed. Mystery went behind her, as the others gave him space. Abs slowed down for just a moment, both of the men looking at each other with a sly smile. Mystery lined up his dick right next to Abs and sunk in. She let out a loud yell, the pain… It was delicious. It was good, she had never been this full, never this turned on. “Oh my god look at that! She took it with no problem!” Baby and Jinu both laughed out loud. Both Abs and Mystery now worked together, creating an odd rhythm but it worked. When one went in the other went out. All of her spots being hit continuously was too much, she felt weird, something she had never felt before. “A- Im cuming- Im cuming-” She repeated before her cunt clenched hard around the two men who also just about got pushed over the edge, painting her walls white. The pressure was too much as she squirted out right onto Abs’s abdomen. Both of them retreated from her warmth, leaving her disappointed, she was obsessed, she needed more.

“You still want more? What a slut you are… oh god-” Jinu said, sweating from holding himself back. “I want more of her.. I need more of her.” Romance said. He was the first one whose self control cracked as his body turned purple, his demon side in full show. He basically snatched her out of Abs and Mystery’s hold, bending her over one of the seats, slamming himself right on into her. She yelled out, legs shaking her body rocking back and forth against the wooden surface. His thrusts didn’t falter, hand pushing down her back, keeping her down. It was inhuman how fast he could move against her, making her unable to understand shit. She was completely fucked out. The other guys were staring at their bandmate losing himself, and the way she was completely bare, completely at their mercy for them to destroy finally seemed to snap any of their self restraint. Baby was the second one who snapped, he jumped towards Romance pulling him out before he could finish his peak, pulling (Name) from the seat, placing her on her back, inserting himself into her. Immediately hitting her sweet spot causing her to cum right then and there. Poor Baby had been edged for so long that when her pussy clenched around him deliciously he just came deep into her, but that didn’t mean his cock didn’t get hard again immediately. “Out of the way, I want this pussy again.” Jinu pulled him off, his form also now changed. “Ah- J-Jinu- SO sensitive- Wait-” Though her pleas fell into deaf ears as some sat in front of her pressing her face into their dick. It was Mystery. She didn’t waste time giving him access, still tasting all of their cum on his cock, tongue swirling around him, savoring the taste. Abs and Romance kissed along her body, occasionally sucking and biting, leaving very visible marks on her. Jinus dick was smacking into her hard and rough, chasing only his own pleasure, he was indeed a selfish man. But even if he wasn’t looking out for her that doesn’t mean his thrusts weren’t painfully pleasurable. Every thrust felt like pure torture, her clit was so sensitive even the slightest touch had her body seizing up. Her eyes watering up from everything happening, make up becoming ruined. Jinu’s clawed hands sank into her waist, drawing the smallest amounts of blood. His grunts loud as he came into her for the second time. Mystery separated from her mouth after feeling himself cumming, ropes of his cum going onto her face, messing up her make up even more. All of them looked down at her on the floor, her poor pussy completely messed up and leaking, her face ruined, hair messy, body full of marks. All of their dicks got even harder, it's like she was their own aphrodisiac. 

“How do you feel?” Jinu sighed, his eyes dark with lust. “Mmmh-” She couldn’t say anything else, her legs twitching. “Fuck she looks so delicious like this…” Baby groaned, itching to sink deep into her again. “Can’t we just bring her with us? Our own personal cock sleeve.” Romance sighed dreamingly. She opened her eyes slightly, slowly coming to her senses, everything hurt, but it was so worth it. Her hands roaming through her body feeling the sticky cum and the marks they had given her just a moment ago. “Please…” She whimpered. “Aw you poor thing… We fucked you so good you can’t think about anything else now can you?” Abs smirked next to Jinu. Just as Jinu was about to go in for a kiss he heard distant yells, it sounded like her voice was being yelled out. He stood up looking at his bandmates and nodding at them, they all turned into pink smoke, disappearing from sight. “Sorry to cut this short… and not being able to take care of you more… But your friends are coming, and I don't think you wanna be seen like this…” He chuckled, snapping his fingers as the pink smoke surrounded them both, suddenly her clothes were back in one piece and he was completely dressed up. “I recommend you just tell them you got beat and somehow left alive… you figure it out… But don’t worry, we’ll see you real soon…” He gave her a kiss before disappearing. And right on time too. “Oh my god there you are!! Are you okay? Are you hurt?!” The girls bursted into the room, looking at all the messed up seats that just looked broken and then staring at her messed up hair.

“I-Im fine… Really- Ahg-” She groaned still not being able to stand properly or even realise what the fuck just happened. “We need to get you home!” “Don’t ever run off like that!!” The entire journey home she was scolded but all she could think about was Jinu and his final words. And overall the fucking gangbang she just went through… THE BEST sex she had ever had, honestly. She looked out of her window after finally being left alone by the girls and could feel herself growing wet again, not being able to forget how their touch felt and how their cocks felt inside her. Oh yeah she was definitely waiting for the next time. - thanks guys i did my duty

[asiatic-apple]

you already know i love your sylus works (a big fan) and forgive me if you’ve done it but can i pretty please have smut prompt #17 with female reader for sylus ✨

I was so honored to write this for youuu, my #1 sylus fan!! I hope it's to your liking ❤️ Thank you so much for being here, and I hope the long wait for this was worth it

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Sylus x female reader

Words: 1.1k

Prompt: seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remembering how it got there in the first place

Content: use of “sweetie” and “kitten” as pet names, maybe too much dirty talking lol, very slightly implied exhibitionism, fingering, possessive sylus

Luke's low snicker is the first thing you hear when you enter the living room of Onychinus's base. You try to ignore it, only sparing him a confused look before returning to whatever you were planning to do before the distracting sound.

Ah, that's right—you came here to grab the hair tie you left on the coffee table yesterday. But your satisfied smile at finding it is quickly wiped away the second Kieran fails to stifle a giggle.

You freeze mid-motion, arms still halfway up after gathering your hair into a messy bun, and glance over your shoulder.

Sure enough, the twins are staring at you—clearly the object of their amusement.

“What?” you ask, already bristling at the way they nudge each other in between chuckles.

Luke shrugs, bringing a hand to the absurd-looking beak of his mask, as if he's hiding a grin. “Nothing,” he sputters, not so convincingly.

Kieran doesn’t even bother trying to lie. “Looks like someone had a fun night,” he drawls.

It takes you a second to register what he means. Then you remember how sore the skin along the junction of your neck and shoulders felt this morning. It was a bit too far in the back to see in a mirror, so you didn't know the extent of what Sylus left there last night.

But now you're putting two and two together.

Heat rushes to your face, your hands flying up to cover the back of your neck, even though it’s far too late for that. Luke and Kieran's snickering fades as you leave in a huff.

With each stomp you take toward Sylus’s bedroom, your embarrassment turns to annoyance before you barge in and shut the door a little harder than intended.

Sylus barely looks up from the book he's reading by the fireplace, but you swear there's a slight tug at his lips as soon as you growl his name. It's like he knew this would happen.

You cross your arms when you stop in front of him. “Would you care to explain why Luke and Kieran were laughing, quite literally behind my back?”

He leaves you in a few seconds of suspense before his deep scarlet eyes lock onto your pouting face. “I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about, sweetie,” he replies, an infuriatingly smug lilt to his voice.

The sudden, gentle push of his Evol at your lower back teeters you off balance—just enough for you to fall forward. Right as you land in Sylus’s lap, he chucks his book to the small table beside him. Now his attention is fully on you.

“Sylus,” you warn, cheeks still warm from a heady combination of mortification and the fact that you’re pressed against him now. “Just how much of a mark did you leave on me last night?”

He hums, nuzzling into your neck with a chuckle. “What’s wrong?” He plants a heated kiss to your skin, presumably atop one of the hickeys he left there. “You don’t like the gift I left for you?”

You should push him away. Really, you should. But then his teeth scrape the spot right where the faintest sting still lingers, and your pussy clenches beneath rapidly dampening cotton.

“Even after I was so meticulous with my…art.” He tuts in faux disappointment. “I assume you still haven’t taken a proper look at it.”

You gasp as he brushes his fingers over the collection of bruises he left, his finger hooking in your shirt collar to tug it a bit further down your shoulder.

At some point between his distracting touches and kisses, his phone ends up in his hand. The ‘click’ of the camera’s shutter makes you groan softly in frustration. But then he turns the screen toward you, letting your eyes land on the picture of your marked up flesh.

The bruises form a rough, messy shape, but it’s deliberate in its composition: a small line, twisting like a snake to form a bold ‘S’.

You give him a pointed look of annoyance. But arousal stirs at the sight of his initial bitten into your skin. He doesn’t miss the flash of lust in your eyes. His canines peek out between curved lips—a wicked smile that only heightens the feeling swirling in the pit of your stomach.

“I’m quite proud of it,” Sylus murmurs before locking his phone and tossing it aside. “It took a lot of restraint not to…stray from the path. You were moaning so sweetly.” His lips return to your neck, tongue flicking out to glide along the marks. “But that just meant you liked it.”

You don’t respond, but the way your hips jerk against his lap betrays you. He chuckles knowingly, dragging his hands down to your waist.

Leaning closer, he whispers in your ear, “And I think you liked getting caught.”

His fingers slowly dip beneath the stretchy waistband of your lounge shorts and then your underwear. You gasp when the rough digits graze your aching clit. But he doesn’t stop the descent until his large hand is cupping your pussy and applying gentle pressure.

“You walked around all day like this,” he whispers, pressing a kiss just below the base of your neck. “With my initial on your skin and this pretty cunt aching for me.”

You barely get out a sound before he slides two fingers inside you, curling expertly until you’re gasping into his chest.

“Are you going to let me do it again, sweetie?” he asks with all the innocence of a wolf in sheep’s clothing. “Maybe lower, this time. Somewhere they’ll never see. But you’ll feel the sting every time you sit down.”

His thumb rubs against your clit with mind-numbing pressure. Just the right amount to make you moan a bit too loudly. You whimper, rocking against his hand to take his fingers deeper, faster.

He laughs that low, breathy, too-sexy laugh that makes you grit your teeth. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he whispers. “Hm, such a desperate little thing. Something tells me you’ve been wet all day, haven’t you?”

He circles your clit a bit faster now, and your whole body shudders. His thick fingers feel like heaven when they curl and press just right. And Sylus knows exactly how you like it.

Still, he’s holding back—deliberately denying you the right push to make you fall apart.

“You need to say it properly if you want me to give it to you,” he growls, lips brushing against your ear. “Come on. Say you want more evidence of my affection for you, kitten.”

“Yes,” you whine too quickly, “yes—fuck—I want more, please.”

His lips curl into a sly grin as they trail more tender kisses against your neck. He’s gentle for now, aware of how sore this part of your body might be. But you know he’s not making empty threats. After you gush around his fingers, he’ll surely take you to bed and spend more time marking you up elsewhere.

“When I’m done,” he promises softly, “you’ll be dripping with reminders of me.”

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The Tape... Part Two

Reader and Conner are in the cave dealing with the fallout of their Sex tape getting leaked... Reader has a plan...

Part One

Warning: Fem!Reader, NSFW themes, no actual smut, pure crack nonsense, fake Twitter post

The silence was loud. Very very fucking loud. And, so incredibly awkward. Honestly, you were surprised that this hadn't happened before. Gotham media literally had poll last week on who the hottest of the Wayne Family Orphans was. (You had placed fourth, but it's okay. You're pretty sure your ranking just shot up to first now.)

It was a PR miracle that there hadn't been a sex tape, nude, or dick pic leak before this. There had been swimsuit pics. And, someone had managed to get a picture of Dick in grey sweatpants. Lot's of people had been thirsting in the comments, talking about how they'd like to give him a son. Some of them were even women too. Internet people were feral.

Although, you try to shake that thought from your head because certainly you were in trouble.

Sitting in the Batcave with everyone - and you do mean everyone - giving you and Conner disapproving looks. The only reason Conner wasn't tied up and stuffed with kryptonite like a holiday bird was because Clark had joined the family. And, Jon was holding back Damian.

"In my defense, I did try to get it out of the carpet. But, I didn't want that to ping that in my search history. I know Tim checks that on the regular." You started, breaking the silence after what felt like hours of awkwardness. It had been twenty minutes. Still too long, but not that long. You could here a outraged 'Hey' from Tim and Alfred's exasperated sigh. You might actually make him retire at this rate.

"Is that really all you have to say on this matter?" Bruce is already using the Batman voice. And, still in his Batman gear. Not good. Wasn't he in a Justice League meeting earlier? Oh, well.

"I mean, do you want me to say anything else?" You're question causes multiple scoffs, guffaws, and Conner to choke on a laugh.

Such a shame he couldn't get to you fast enough. It was your fault really. You'd both gotten distracted in discussing where would be the best place to flee to. It had spiraled into an argument and then he had to fuck the brat out of you… So yeah… Didn't escape in time. Oopsie.

"How about an apology?" Jason had the audacity to say. As if he didn't literally murder people once upon a time.

You just shrugged. Not really feeling sorry about the situation. "Sorry for traumatizing the internet."

The grin Conner gives you is filled with glee, but he quickly hides it. There's only so much leeway he can get from Clark's presence before a little green crystal gets shoved into a newly made orifice on his person.

"I am… disappointed in you." Bruce barely manages to say through gritted teeth. And, it causes you to tear up.

"Are you saying that I'm officially the family disappointment?" There was way too much glee in your voice and a series of groans leave the rest of the family.

You had probably just earned the most coveted title in this family held together by a butler, costumes, fancy toys and BatBurger runs.

Bruce finds himself pinching the bridge of his nose when he realizes what he's done. This is the real reason he doesn't tell any of his children when he disapproves of something. He learned this with all his kids. He had genuinely thought he'd gotten lucky when you turned out normal.

He was wrong.

"Do you understand what you've done. You've just put a massive target on your back. Anyone that wants to get to Superboy will come after you now." He jumps into lecture mode instead. Trying to give the logical reason for being upset with this.

Though, in reality he was livid that, not only did Conner have sex with you, he had to do it in the damn parlor. The one they usually had family meetings in. He wasn't going to be able to sit in there anymore. Mentally, he made note to have the room renovated. And, to replace the carpet.

"Look I have an idea on how to fix that."

"Oh, and what's that?" Stephanie pipes up, trying not to grin. She knew you had something planned. And, she couldn't wait.

Almost everyone else tensed. Because they knew your plans could go to shit quick or work in the most convoluted bullshit ways imaginable. It was a gift, really.

"Give me like three minutes." You mutter before pulling out your phone and opening up your Twitter/X app. Typing out a quick sentence and sending it off.

There's a ping on the Bat Computer and Barbara pulls up the newest tweet from your account for everyone to see.

A/N: I didn't really plan on continuing this, but I thought why the heck not. Kinda short, bunch o' nonsense.

A/N: Forgive me if I seem absent, I got low energy right now and I'm stressed. I broke a tooth and I hate going to the dentist. But, I went, and I need surgery to fix it... Friggin AO3 curse hitting me and I ain't even posting on there yet.

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Examination [B. F.]

Bob Floyd x doctor!reader

wc: 1.7k

summary: Bob suffers a concussion and Nat insists he get checked out. He doesn't seem convinced until he meets the doctor who will examine him.

You were reviewing files and filling out some medical certification forms when someone knocked on your door. You didn't remember having a checkup appointment scheduled at that time, so a frown accompanied you as you walked to the doorknob. You had hoped it was just a colleague who needed help.

“Lieutenants?”

“Good morning, doctor,” the woman murmured cordially.

On her green jumpsuit was an embroidered patch that read Natasha Trace, below her callsign and a shield. She was firmly holding the arm of one of her crewmates, a bespectacled man you remembered from previous medical exams. You checked his name by looking at the left side of his chest.

“My partner suffered a concussion while we were flying,” she continued, “Do you think you could check him out?”

“Of course. Come this way.”

“I’m fine,” the boy complained. However, his actions contradicted him as he held the side of his head with his palm open. “It was nothing.”

“She has to check you out anyway. It could be something bad.”

Her tone of voice was firm, and you assumed this wasn't just an argument that had surfaced. You vaguely remembered the two of them being a team on the plane, so you understood her insistence to some extent.

You put on the lab coat over your black clothes, hung the stethoscope around your neck, and grabbed some tools you'd need for the evaluation. Calmly, you asked the woman to guide him to the examination table so he could sit there, and you instructed him to remove his glasses. You also offered her a chair if she wanted to rest during the procedure.

“Okay, let’s get started, shall we?” you announced, positioning yourself between his legs without being intrusive. “What’s your name?”

“You don’t know?”

“I need to know if you know,” you smiled, at the apparent disappointment that had seeped into his voice.

“Robert Floyd. They call me Bob.”

“Fine, Bob,” you murmured.

His name hung between you for a second before your gloved hands found his head. You carefully moved his hair to the side, feeling for any unevenness hidden beneath his skin.

“Do you know what day of the week it is today?”

"Thursday"

“Good, we’re doing well,” you flattered him, with a smile. “Who’s the president?”

“Biden?”

"You're sure?"

“Yes. Sure,” he nodded, feeling quite confident with the answer.

“And where do you feel the blow? Here?”

You gently pressed the right side of his head. He reacted with only a grimace that didn't quite turn into a gesture of pain.

“Here it is. There’s no blood, just a bump,” you informed him. “But I need to check you to rule out internal bleeding. Sometimes the wound doesn’t find a way out, but it’s there.”

The man nodded slightly every time you spoke to him, and although he seemed somewhat lethargic, you wouldn't have classified it as alarmingly disoriented. You took a medical penlight from your lab coat pocket and explained that you were going to check his pupil reflexes for any abnormalities—if any—based on how his eyes reacted to light.

You lifted his face with your fingertips on his chin. He didn't resist. On the contrary, he let himself be guided, as if that brief hold anchored him to something.

“Look this way. Now look at the light… good. Reactive pupils. Does the light bother you?”

“A little. About normal.”

You hummed a nod, focused on catching any change in his reaction. He, there under your touch, seemed mesmerized by your movements.

“Can you tell me what color your eyes are, Bob?”

“Blues”

“They’re very pretty,” you exclaimed without thinking. To try to fix it, you asked, “Blue like the color of the sky?”

“I would say more like the sea,” he replied. “Dark… when it’s about to rain.”

The comparison took you by surprise. There was something in his voice that wasn't meant to shock. He said it like someone describing something he knew very well.

You turned off the flashlight without taking your eyes off him. You gently released him from your touch.

"Now I'm going to move my finger. I need you to follow it with your eyes, without moving your head. If it hurts, let me know."

Bob obeyed. His pupils moved precisely. There were no signs of anisocoria or loss of focus.

“Good job. Now I want you to touch the tip of your nose with your index finger and then mine. Three times.”

He smiled faintly. It wasn't blatant. It was slight, involuntary, as if the command was too intimate for him not to notice. His fingers performed the exercise, though on the third repetition, his index finger touched your nose more slowly than before. You said nothing. But you registered everything.

"Do you feel any ringing in your ears? Dizziness?"

“I feel a little dizzy,” he exclaimed, though you saw a hint of doubt as the words left his mouth. “But I don’t think it’s the blow. It’s just… you’re so close.”

The phrase wasn't a play or a joke. It was honest, loaded with something he didn't try to hide. You stared at him without moving, measuring the fine line between side effect and real impulse.

You carefully began an examination of his neck to rule out cervical injury, and as you felt around and asked him if it hurt, he said only a little. Again, nothing out of the question.

“Your shampoo smells nice,” he whispered suddenly. “It smells like lavender, but with something else… rosemary?”

You laughed nervously, trying to ignore the fact that he'd leaned a little closer to your body to capture the scent. The fact that his body emanated such warmth at the proximity didn't help you stay calm either.

“You are so perceptive. Give me your arm.”

You walked over to the cuff and began taking his blood pressure. He remained silent as you inflated and released the air. After a minute, the number appeared on the screen: elevated, but not critical.

“Your blood pressure is a little high.”

“I’m in a small room, you’re right in front of me, and you just told me my eyes are pretty,” he justified himself. “Is it that surprising?”

You let out a short laugh, barely audible.

“Are you always this flirtatious?” you asked, feigning seriousness. “Or is this a symptom I should be recording?”

“Don’t worry, Doctor,” chimed in the pilot, who had remained silent until now. “Bob is usually charming, though he doesn’t show it much. It’s probably just the concussion.”

“It might still be worth checking it out,” he insisted. “You know, just in case it gets worse.”

“Would we classify this as overconfidence or the disappearance of shyness?” you decided to joke.

There was a warmth spreading through your chest, even though you knew it wasn't ethical or appropriate to get so flustered with a patient. Hoping to salvage what little professionalism remained, you spoke before he could respond:

“Let me take your heart rate.”

Next, you placed the stethoscope against his chest and the ear tips in their place. You registered the heartbeat. It was firm. A little rapid, not pathological, but not normal either.

You had to lean a little closer to hear properly. You heard him suck in his breath.

“Breathe normally”

“I try,” he exhaled honestly. His breath tickled your cheek, and his voice was so low you could barely hear him. “It’s hard with such a beautiful doctor.”

“I can call another medic if that makes you feel more comfortable,” you whispered. By that point, you'd already given up, so you didn't even try to hide your smile.

“No. Stay, I like you.”

You took a deep breath, trying to regain your composure as he looked at you with that mix of genuine interest and something harder to name. With a firm voice, you resumed your clinical approach.

“Okay, Bob. Everything indicates you're fine, but you need complete rest. No flying or sudden maneuvers at least until tomorrow. I want you to take it easy for the rest of the day. Nothing that involves force, pressure changes, or adrenaline.”

He looked at you intently, as if memorizing your words was as important as following them.

“If you get a headache, you can take some paracetamol—500 milligrams, no more than once every six hours," you added, writing it on his file sheet. “But if the pain gets worse, or if you notice blurred vision, nausea, drowsiness… you come right away. Okay?”

“Okay,” he repeated softly.

“You’ll be fine in a few hours, I promise,” you continued filling out his medical report, under his watchful eye. When you finished, you took something else out of your pocket and offered it to him: “Do you want a lollipop?”

Bob blinked, and the smile that spread across his face was like a warm breeze.

“Can you still give it to me even though I’m an adult now?”

“To my lovely, well-behaved patients, yes,” you replied, your expression coming out sweeter than you thought.

He took it, letting his fingers brush against yours casually but deliberately. Phoenix watched the exchange with a mocking smile.

“What if…?” he began, lacking the confidence he’d spoken with earlier. “What if I feel weird later? Could you stop by my room? Just to make sure everything’s okay?”

It took you by surprise, not because of the content of the question, but because of the way he said it: without pressure, without pretense. Just with disarming honesty.

"I could do it in about two or three hours, okay? That way you'll have more peace of mind."

Bob smiled victoriously and nodded happily. Phoenix stood up to approach him, forcing you to move away to give them space.

“Come on, Casanova. You’re going straight to sleep.”

“Fineee” Bob replied reluctantly, as he walked toward her with the paddle between his fingers.

Before leaving, he turned around one last time.

“Thank you, doctor.”

"It’s nothing. Just rest up and take care of yourself" you said, unable to hide the smile tugging at your lips.

She thanked you too and then they both left.

You tried to continue with your duties. You put on the new gloves, updated the file, checked the next name on the list.

But the heat in your cheeks didn't go away. Nor did the sudden awareness of how conscious you were of every step you took. You'd seen dozens of patients that week, and yet, Bob Floyd had just become a tiny anomaly in your pulse that would be hard to ignore during the day.

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[chasing-rabbits]

Also it doesnt elicit criticism it cant when the public perception is so distorted & pervasive that its an uphill struggle to prove its not a bad person disorder my god when the Amber Heard trial was going on I just had to go quiet on certain social media platforms the amount of professionals as well coming out & talking shit about bpd patients and how they refuse to ever treat them and so on. I mean hell I have even been in BPD groups where I've had to argue that bpd doesnt = abusive & it is not in fact a symptom of the disorder just because you've shown shitty toxic behaviours does not mean we all have and it does not mean it is inherent to the BPD diagnosis or criteria itself. If we have to fight our own people on this fact how an earth do we convince the public and how do we convince the public when mental health professionals aren't convinced and when you google for information on a disorder and up pops a bunch of books from someone whose a qualified therapist like legit qualified and its titles like how to get rid of x from your life and other bullshit titles. I've been in book stores independent ones who have had good sections for books on mental health amongst other things & I know in one of them this guy was telling me they dont have any books on BPD not for lack of trying but they had just found it a struggle to find any that weren't stigmatising or harmful & were actually helpful & informative. Which is the saddest thing ever but not surprising. I imagine people with ASPD & I know especially people with NPD will have had very much the same experiences as I have had with my BPD. It's just so sad & so disappointing that we are failed at every level and with BPD theres a larger debate to be had surrounding why so many women with Autism seem to be misdiagnosed with bpd and why women in general seem to be misdiagnosed with bpd or just rushed that label hence my comment about some handing it out like a wastebasket diagnosis so it can be used as a reason to deny treatment & openly & brazenly treat you like shit, and yes this is coming from someone not misdiagnosed but I had an AMAZING psychiatrist when I first got referred to my CMHT sadly he retired and I got a very very bad experience with the rest of the psych and managerial staff at the CMHT & I know I was not alone in this poor experience but anyways safe to say yes they used my BPD dx in a slew of ways to mistreat me & put me in harmful situations even denying my Dr who tried to refer me back to them. Anyways I could go on about this for a lot longer but I am aware this is my second reply to this post and its getting rather long but god am I mad about the treatment of people with BPD, how I was treated & how the public views us.

On the question of ASPD and NPD I honestly wish the debate would be less about "you can have Bad Person Disorder without being a Bad Person actually" (true) and more so "why is there a Bad Person Disorder and what political purpose does it serve". Like the fact that we are literally and officially diagnosing people as Inherently Bad™️, usually due to trauma reactions, and treating them accordingly should elicit a lot more criticism than it does

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Before Overture's release, I had this idea of how Geppetto and Romeo's dynamic could've been after the disease kills Carlo, but just before the puppet frenzy: Specifically, I thought it'd be interesting if Romeo worked as Geppetto's personal bodyguard/assistant.

While Carlo was still alive, I imagine that while Geppetto knew who Romeo was (there's no way he just didn't keep tabs on his son - not out of love, to protect his name's reputation), he hardly ever crossed his thoughts.

When the plague hit the charity house, Romeo got infected but he didn't get as sick as Carlo. Romeo outlived his best friend and afterward spent his time half-assing stalker assignments and waiting for the petrification to take him too.

Then, whether it was because Romeo was someone who knew Carlo, and wanted the same goal Geppetto sought, or because Geppetto saw an opportunity and took full advantage - he approaches Rome with a proposal.

A job as a guard yes, but also a fellow researcher.

In return for money, security, and custom prosthetics to slow the spread of his illness, Romeo would go out and investigate Ergo, specifically how it binds to memories and the remains of the person.

Both men believe Carlo deserved to live longer. Romeo believed in Geppetto's mission, and perhaps at some point he felt he was more than just an asset.

Now with the DLC out, it is very much NOT what I expected, but I am happy with what they added.

I'm a little bit disappointed that Rome wasn't an active participant in the DLC, considering it was obvious the Monad house was significant, but that is literally only on me and me alone for having different expectations. Besides that, OH MY GOODNESS. OH ME OH MY. I KNEEEW arlecchino would be scary but jezums.. i love it i love it i love lies of p

TLDR: Sorry Romeo, Geppetto only has room for one son in his lif- wait oh look theres one more- oh wait look there's two now, aw beans.

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The Weight of Wanting You

Pairing: Caleb x NonMC!Reader

Synopsis: You fell for each other in pixels and whispers—never realizing you had already crashed into each other every day in real life.

Tags: Ennemies to lovers, friends to lovers, university AU, slow burn( I hope)

Author's nonsense: I'm not finished with Tied Soul and Burning Heart. Do not worry. Just... this story couldn't get out of my head, so .. here it is. I hope you'll enjoy it.

Words: a.5k

You spun your pencil between your fingers as the teacher was talking about the results of the exams your class took. His voice was stern, almost disappointed by the results of his class’s hard work.

You bit your lips as he started to call each student, saying the grade out loud and, as usual, from the worst to the best. Of course, no one lingered once they received their marks. They just left the room.

You started to relax once you realized half the class had received their grade. A sigh of relief left your lips. Maybe you’ll manage to have the best grade in the class. Which meant you’ll be able to gloat to your—

“ Is she missing ?”

You raised from your seat as you realized your teacher had called your name twice. You quickly walked toward him, his desk at the bottom of the amphitheater’s stairs. The smile you gave your teacher was like the sun as he congratulated you, giving a few pieces of advice to have a perfect mark.

Once your sheet was inside your bag, you spun around to walk up the stairs and leave the room. You scoffed when you heard the teacher call for the last student in the amphitheater.

Tall, striking and impossible to ignore.

Xia Caleb.

He had his bag on one shoulder, walking with a relaxed confidence. Everyone on campus was jealous or adoring him. From sport to class, he always came up first. The campus’s heartthrob.

He was nice to everyone, such a good boy…

Well, everyone but you.

Because you both hated each other.

As you passed him as he went down the stairs, you managed to hear his voice just before you put on your earphones.

”Tell me, do you even remember what being first feels like? Or has it been that long? Second place isn’t bad but it’s pathetic when you act like it’s an accomplishment.”

You snapped your head toward him, staring into his cold eyes. He gave you his signature smile, the one he gave to everyone. But you were the only one to know that hateful side of that … poor excuse of a man.

“ Enjoy first while it lasts. You won’t see it coming when I take it from you.” You spat at him. He rolled his eyes at you, his polite smile vanishing from his face. “ What, afraid of a little rivalry?”

” You keep calling it a rivalry. I call it repetition.”

You stared as he walked toward the teacher, not bothering to wait for a come back from you. You almost wanted to throw your bag at the back of his head, but the teacher would be a witness.

You walked out of the room, putting on your earphones before walking on the campus. Time was flying, and you needed to grab a train to go to Linkon. The next ride was in 2 hours, you could go to your apartment, take a shower, grab your suitcases and then—

A soft, high-pitched noise reached your ears before you crashed into someone.You tried so hard not to swear when your phone fell on the ground, screen against the floor.

“I’m sorry, are you okay?”

You looked down at the girl in front of you and sighed. As you helped her get up, you looked around, making sure he wasn’t there to witness such a scene.

If Caleb hated you, it was surely because during your first year, you were playing with your friend and, unfortunately, injured his precious girlfriend. He was furious with you and cornered you somewhere, and menacing you if you ever hurt her again, that would be the last thing you’d do.

Everyone on campus knew that Caleb and his “pipsqueak” were a tag team. He was very protective of her, and any guys that tried to seduce were met with a smiling Caleb, accusing them of stealing his girlfriend.

You didn’t really hate that girl. You just didn’t want to have any troubles. She always seemed to try to hang out with you, she wasn’t bad… But her boyfriend was.

That jerk.

”I should be the one apologising.” You sighed before noticing she was carrying boxes that were now on the floor. Checking the time one more time, you realized you still had time before going to Linkon and meeting up with your best friend. “Do you need help?”

”No, no, I’m strong! I’m going to be a hunter after all— What the hell!”

You didn’t touch the boxes. You didn't have to.

Instead, you breathed in. Slow. Calm. And the air answered.

It curled around your fingers like a ribbon pulled from a spool, invisible but obedient. Then it spread, widening, thinning, and becoming dozens of slender threads that slithered between cardboard and gravity.

The boxes jerked slightly—startled, maybe—but then they floated, just an inch or two, as if the air beneath them had grown suddenly thicker, like soft hands cradling their weight.

You guided them with a tilt of your palm. The wind flowed under and around, swirling upward at the corners to keep the balance, twisting gently like invisible dancers holding a tray overhead.

"Uh... are those boxes hovering?" She asked, eyes wide.

“They're getting carried,” you said. “Same as you were doing. Just with better posture.”

You walked beside your little wind parade, nudging the air now and then when a box drifted too far left. It's not glamorous. It's not heroic. It’s a little clumsy… It’s your evol.

Air manipulation.

”Your evol looks like Caleb’s!” She laughed as her hands were moving through the wind under the floating boxes.

You knew.

How many people have told you that? Always comparing your evol to Caleb’s? His evol was more controlled, stricter, and more relatable. While yours was clumsy, free-like, childish…

After following the girl for maybe ten minutes, you finally let the wind drop the boxes into a classroom. You quickly check your phone, trying to show Caleb’s girlfriend you were busy.

”We definitely should hang out some other times!”

You nodded while walking backward, putting your earphones back where they belonged. After a small wave, you dashed toward your apartment, using the wind to make you a little faster.

The door to your apartment opened as soon as you taped your code. After a quick shower, you made sure your suitcase was ready. You looked at yourself in the mirror and nodded before dashing to the train station.

The train was five minutes late, which made you able to catch it. You sat on a seat and smiled as you realized you had a notification of a very popular game you started playing years ago.

Seems like the game was in maintenance.

You went on Discord and smirked when you saw a notification about a message you didn't see today.

You always loved playing games, it helped you relax. A few years ago, you met this man online who helped you level up and finish the game. You both had fun, like a lot, and ended up writing to each other in Discord. You never saw his face or heard his voice. And it was the same for him.

You both didn’t want any drama, so you just decided to keep personal info for yourself. In the end, it worked well because you were always talking to each other. You didn’t know his face or his voice, but after all these years, you felt like you knew him perfectly.

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (15:54): Dearest of friend, support of my warrior, healer of my health bar

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (15:54): tell me you have enough space on your computer because OUR game is in maintenance. Like a BIG maintenance. The new patch is 78GB

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (15:55): don’t give me the “ I have no more space ><“ bullshit because I’ll fucking crash out kqhdkf

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (15:57): we are playing tonight, you’ll have enough space in your computer, we’ll play all weekend :D RIGHT??

A soft scoffed left your lips as you read his message. Your grin didn’t leave your face as you typed your answers.

WindQueen.exe( 16:15): Do you think I live in a NASA server farm buddy? 78GB??

Grav1ty.D3n1ed ( 16:16): we both know you have 12GB of screenshots of me raging through the chat. That can be deleted. that should have been deleted

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (16:16): just tidy your computer :) pls

WindQueen.exe (16:17): nah

WindQueen.exe (16:17): I keep that. Too precious. I die laughing each time i read your rage

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (16:17): fine, fine

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (16:17): but if you don’t clear space, I’m going to have to play the new expansion alone

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (16:17): me

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (16:17): alone :’((

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (16:18): with strangers :’(((((

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (16:18): who don’t say “ we drop in, we mess up physics, we win pretty” every time we launch into battle

You laughed behind your hand, trying to keep your voice low. You’ve been a friend for maybe three or four years, and he really felt like you had already met multiple times. You wanted to meet him sometimes, but you were too scared… And for now… everything was good, so there was no need to create chaos.

WindQueen.exe (16:19): That’s emotional blackmail, and i’m reporting you to the discord mods

Grav1ty.D3n1ed ( 16:19) : i AM the mods

WindQueen.exe (16:19): … damn it

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (16:20): pls

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (16:20): just delete 3 folders of cursed meme and I’ll buy you the in-game wings you wanted

WindQueen.exe (16:20): …

WindQueen.exe (16:20) : make them glittery

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (16:21): deal

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (16:21): bless you storage goddess

You chuckled once more before watching a video about the new expansion. You were so excited to play it again. They created new classes, new maps, and a new story… Thank god the exams were over.

WindQueen.exe (16:30): Do you already have a strategy for our raid?

Grav1ty.D3n1ed ( 16:35): Strategy? The usual: loosely improvised and morally questionable. :)

WindQueen.exe (16:37): ok :) we’re so going to die :)

You scoffed as he sent you a thumb up. The ride to Linkon wasn’t that long, so before you noticed it, you were already out of the train, walking toward your destination.

The door opened and a waiter came to you. The cafe shop wasn’t full, and your eyes immediately fell on the dark-haired man’s back. You smiled at the waiter before walking toward your friend with a big smile.

You saw his back tense before you wrapped your arms around his shoulder, your cheek pressing against his face.

”Hey my little princess, how are you?” You gushed before making half a heart with your two fingers, waiting for him to do the same.

Hazel green eyes turned toward you, and a subtle amused smile sketched his lips as his gaze fell on your finger. He sighed before completing your heart by making the other side with his own finger.

”I don’t see how it looks like a heart.”

”Zayne, you wear glasses, that is why. Your point of view is irrelevant.”

”And I still operate on people’s hearts.”

”Scary.”

You sat in front of him with a big smile.

Zayne has been your friend for 13 years now, and a lot of people were surprised when they met you. Most of Zayne’s friends were doctors. You were the only one — you think — that was … normal? Energetic, loud, clumsy…?

But in the end, a lot of the hospital's staff liked it when you came for Zayne. You noticed them looking at the two of you, laughing at your interaction. You were like the wind, bursting the window open, making noises, being seen and felt. Zayne was like ice, calm, composed, watching you vibing around him.

” By the way,” you said after another monologue Zayne listened while eating his sweet. Most people would think Zayne didn’t care about gossip, and they were true. But when you were the one talking about it, he would stare at you, his expression telling everything you needed to know. “ Spill the tea.”

Zayne lifted his cup, slow and casual, like he’s weighing how much dignity he was about to sacrifice.

“Doctor Rivas matched with four different people on the same dating app. All under different aliases. He somehow forgot we all share one base-wide Wi-Fi ID.”

You nearly choked on foam.

“Wait—wait—he catfished himself??”

Zayne nodded, utterly unbothered.

“And flirted with his own dummy account for three days. Send a haiku.”

“You have it, don’t you?”

Zayne siped. Then pulled out his tablet.

“‘Mission log of my lonely heart

Call sign: Forbidden Touch

Craving your launch code.’”

You wheezed not minding the stares from the people.

“Tell me you saw his reaction when he realized you all were aware of it!” You grabbed the table while trying to find air to breathe.

“I had to pretend the protocol was still alive.”

You bursted out laughing and he smirked, eyes crinkling just a little.

“Also… Nurse Mira tried to use a hover cart as a shortcut through the mess hall. She made it to the salad bar before gravity betrayed her.”

“Why do I always miss these things?!” Your fist banged against the table. How unfair, you didn’t have that much gossip from school.

“Because you're actually being productive. Disgusting behavior, honestly.”

He siped, serene. You took a bite of your pastry and narrowed your eyes. But then, you couldn’t stop giggling, and Zayne actually smiled — the kind that’s small, rare, and only ever happens when he’s with you and no one else is watching.

“I know this isn’t tactical… but I like this. The quiet. The chaos from a distance.”

“You mean gossip.”

“I prefer ‘strategic morale intelligence.’” Zayne smirked at you while you rolled your eyes with a fond smile. “I enjoy seeing the masks crack. It reminds me that everyone is just one poorly timed sneeze away from humiliation.”

“That’s so beautifully evil.” You giggled while using a tissue to wipe your tears, minding your mascara.

He raised his cup in salute.

“And yet, I tell you first. Consider it an exclusive. You’re the only one I trust not to post it to the station bulletin.”

You leaned in, conspiratorial.

“Because you adore me?”

“Because I know you’re capable of war.”

You clinked cups again, a toast to shared secrets and dangerous friendship.

The coffee is warm. The trust? Even warmer.

After your full gossip session, you both left the coffee shop under the staff’s eyes. Now that you thought about it, while Zayne was calm on the trail, you were the one wheezing and snorting so loud… You almost fell from your chair twice.

”I’ll drive you to your parent’s house.”

You nodded, putting the suitcase on the seat before sitting next to him. You immediately connected your phone to his radio and started playing your favorite song.

You were using your phone as a mic before pointing toward Zayne when you wanted him to sing the next lyrics or when you knew he enjoyed the part in the song.

After a while, Zayne dropped you off in front of your parents' house. He helped you carry your suitcase inside before getting ready to go back home. He didn't seem surprise that your dad wasn't there, and who would blame him?

You gave him a big hug before going straight in your bedroom and turning on your computer. You took your phone and grinned when you saw his message.

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (18:43): did you do it :)

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (18:43): you did right

Grav1ty.D3n1ed(18:44): answer me woman!

Grav1ty.D3n1ed(18:44): how is your storage??

You giggled at his message. He seemed deseparate….

WindQueen.exe(19:01): but there are so many memes I use :(

Grav1ty.D3n1ed(19:01): :)))

Grav1ty.D3n1ed(19:01): just send them to me, ill keep them on my computers

WindQueen.exe (19:01): awn <3

After a whole thirty minutes of cleaning your storage. You finally did it.

WindQueen.exe(19:34): the rage folder has been… archived

WindQueen.exe(19:34]: the cursed memes are in exile

WindQueen.exe (19:34): the desktop is clean

WindQueen.exe (19:35): you may now rejoice, oh pixel prince

Grav1ty.D3n1ed(19:36): 😱😱😱

Grav1ty.D3n1ed(19:36): SHE DID IT

Grav1ty.D3n1ed(19:36): I’m crying in GPU tears rn

Grav1ty.D3n1ed(19:36):: queue up. I’m launching the game. Wings out. Attitude on.

WindQueen.exe (19:37): I want the glittery ones

WindQueen.exe (19:37): and a new sword. Something that says “I cleared 80GB for this.”

Grav1ty.D3n1ed(19:39): Done. You’re getting the sparkliest sword in the kingdom. It pings every time it hits.

Grav1ty.D3n1ed(19:39): Ping. Ping. Ping.

Grav1ty.D3n1ed(19:39): That’s the sound of justice AND hard drive freedom.

WindQueen.exe (19:40): god that’s hot

WindQueen.exe (19:40): LET’S DROP IN. WIND ME UP, BABY.

Grav1ty.D3n1ed(19:40): Chaos meets matchmaking queue.

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (19:40): LET’S GO MAKE THE PHYSICS ENGINE CRY.

You arrived first, floating on spirals of wind, your avatar’s wings glowing silver-blue, trailing streaks of air behind them like light caught in motion.

You landed soft, zero impact, a swirl of petals and pixels around your boots. Pose: confident. Sword: glittery as hell. Your name flashed above your avatar.

WINDQUEEN.EXE

His avatar slammed down two seconds later, gravity trailing behind him like a cloak of falling stars. His landing craters the ground in a cinematic boom, chunks of stone hovering weightless for a breathless moment before clattering down in reverse slow-mo. And his name popped up above his head.

GRAV1TY.D3N1ED

You used your mic, your avatar using her own voice to talk in game.

"Nice of you to finally fall for me."

"Wasn't falling. I was aiming.” His avatar's voice answered.

“You ready?”

“I was born ready. But more importantly—your storage was reborn.”

You laughed, shaking your head, taking a sip of water.

“Bless this SSD.”

You both immediately went for the new map, not caring about the new monsters and their new skills. You just wanted to have fun with him. You wondered if his voice was similar to his avatar…

”Alright, ready? I think this is the lesser levelled mobs.”

”Of course, who do you think I am? We drop in, we mess up physics, we win pretty.”

”Amen.”

After one hour in a raid, your avatars were staying in a safe zone. You didn’t expect the new patch to be this easy. You were almost disappointed… but you needed to win each area before continuing.

You landed with a dramatic flourish, even though there’s no one around to see it. You did it for the aesthetic.

His avatar landed next to you with less flair but no less drama — his health bar blinking red from just barely surviving that boss’s final attack.

“Okay, be honest. You thought I was going to forget to heal you at the end, didn’t you?” Your avatar spoke through the game.

“I was already drafting my will. It said: ‘Tell WindQueen to clear her hard drive more often.’” He chuckled.

“Rude. I cleared seventy-eight gigabytes for this moment.”

“And every pixel was worth it. Did you see that combo? We practically rewrote physics.” He whistled, his avatar stretching himself.

"Physics was crying. Newton logged off."

"Einstein said 'nope' and phased through the floor."

You both just sat there for a second in the peaceful glow of victory. Your avatars doing idle animations: his cracking his knuckles, yours stretching like a cat.

“…we are so obnoxiously powerful together.” You scoffed, sipping your water with deep satisfaction.

“And humble. Don’t forget humble.”

“Oh yeah. Definitely the most humble players on the server.”

“Wanna run it again? Or are you emotionally recovering from deleting your meme folders?” He teased you.

“I’m emotionally recovering from you. Queue us up.”

“Yes ma’am. Let’s go break the universe again.”

You started another raid with stronger monsters. You knew you would be able to win and get all the delicious rewards you saw.

…

The environment was lava-lit and cracking apart. The enemies? Twice their level, twice their size, and way too smug-looking for digital creatures.

Spiked golems, firestorms, giant flaming crows — it’s a mess.

“Okay, this is fine. This is totally fine. I’ve only been set on fire three times in the last ten seconds.” you said while your fingers were flying on the keyboard, trying to keep your avatar alive and the monster away from your partner.

“Correction: four. You missed the one where the crow insulted your haircut.”

“I will yeet you off this cliff.” You spat, even if your lips turned into a smile.

“You’d miss me. Also I’m the only one keeping these golems from turning us into player jerky.”

“I'm the one pushing them back with wind blasts!”

“You’re just blow-drying them aggressively.”

“Oh wow. Okay. Next healing boost is mine, boy.”

“Fine. But if I die, I’m haunting your chat logs.” He said as he avoided another blow from the golems, which seemed ready to crush him each time he was trying to attack their healer.

“You already do.”

Suddenly, a molten hammer smashed down, barely missing you both. You cursed in your mic, drinking potion while trying to dodge another attack.

“ Move, or I swear I will use my ult to launch you like a volleyball.”

The battle was chaotic. Screaming lava wolves. Exploding terrain. A miniboss with too many swords. The mob aggro was intense, and the game's soundtrack was blaring like it knew you were about to die.

“Hey. Hey! HEY! You pulled the boss and like, twenty-six mobs.”

“Correction: twenty-seven. I aggro’d a lava deer. It looked at me funny.”

“You WHAT—?!” You frantically healed him. Your wind swirled like a whirlwind of desperation and regret. One more hit, and your friend’s avatar was down, your mana bar’s flashing red, and there was a burning crow dive bombing from the sky.

“I AM ONE PIXEL FROM DEATH.”

“I have a plan.” You heard him, his voice turning serious.

“If it involves dying and blaming me, again, I will unplug you myself.”

“No. I’m going to use my ult and turn this whole mob into space dust.”

“Fine. Do it. Channel your inner dramatic anime moment.” You chuckled, watching your health bar turning emptier and emptier by the seconds.

He floated into the air, gravity pulsing around him like a dying sun. It’s majestic. It’s epic. It’s—

“GUESS WHO IS HERE BITCHES—!”

You stared as his avatar was attacked by a crow who clearly pooped a bomb on his head, making it interrupt his ult. You smashed your head against your desk, trying to keep yourself from laughing too loud.

“…Did you just get dive-bombed by a bird and lose your ultimate.”

“It was majestic and tactical bird poop.”

“I’m logging off. I’m uninstalling. I’m joining a puzzle game guild.”

A lava wolf pounced. Your healing was on cooldown. Your friend was stunned. Your wind blasted push literally nothing.

[ “TOTAL PARTY WIPE.”]

Your characters collapsed dramatically. Grav1ty.D3n1ed's ragdoll pose was especially tragic. You took a screenshot immediately.

“…So… dinner and a post-mortem?”

“We died to a flaming pigeon and a spicy Wolf.”

You both decided not to try this boss again when you realized it was already midnight. You groaned before going into Discord. You still felt upset about your loss, and you were starting to be very hungry. One screen showed your avatars sitting together on a cliff, and your other screen was showing your conversation in discord.

WindQueen.exe (00:15):I just want to talk.

WindQueen.exe (00:15):To whoever programmed that crow.

WindQueen.exe (00:15):With fists.

Grav1ty.D3n1ed(00:16):...I was mid-ult. MID. ULT.

Grav1ty.D3n1ed(00:16):That bird is my worst ennemy now.

WindQueen.exe (00:17): it pooped on your ability bar, idiot.

WindQueen.exe (00:17): It wasn’t an enemy. It was an insult.

Grav1ty.D3n1ed(00:18): I’m filing an in-game trauma report.

Grav1ty.D3n1ed(00:18): Cause of death: aerial fecal sabotage.

WindQueen.exe (00:18): Meanwhile I was over here wind-blasting like a manic ceiling fan.

WindQueen.exe (00:19):Nothing.

WindQueen.exe (00:19):Not even a breeze of victory. Just flames.

WindQueen.exe (00:19): And shame.

Grav1ty.D3n1ed(00:19):Honestly? We looked cool.

Grav1ty.D3n1ed(00:20):Right before we died.

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (00:20): Like, we went down with style.

WindQueen.exe (00:20): Oh, absolutely.

WindQueen.exe (00:21):10/10 drama.

WindQueen.exe (00:21): Zero survivability.

Grav1ty.D3n1ed(00:21): I'm putting that on a t-shirt.

Grav1ty.D3n1ed(00:21): "Our love language is revive timers." ❤️

WindQueen.exe (00:22): Not even timers. We died so fast the game laughed.

Grav1ty.D3n1ed(00:22):Hey…

Grav1ty.D3n1ed(00:22): You healed me like ten times.

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (00:22): That’s basically a digital love confession.

You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling warm inside. You weren’t in love with your digital friend… But after all those years, you couldn’t help but think you might have a tiny crush for him. The way he writes, how funny he can be, or how much of a loser he likes to be to make you laugh..

How was he in real life…?

WindQueen.exe (00:23): Don’t flatter yourself.

WindQueen.exe (00:23): That was pure survival instinct.

WindQueen.exe (00:23)Also... maybe a little love.

WindQueen.exe (00:23): Like, 3% love.

WindQueen.exe (00:24): 97% panic.

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (00:24): I’ll take it.

WindQueen.exe (00:25):I’m not queuing with you again until I’ve had emotional support cookies and a new wind spell.

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (00:25): deal.

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (00:25):but next run?

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (00:26): we avenge ourselves.

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (00:26): that crow’s going down.

WindQueen.exe (00:27): I’m naming my next spell CROW SLAYER.

WindQueen.exe (00:27) It'll sparkle. Out of spite.

You yawned before tapping that you were going to eat some noodles.

WindQueen.exe (00:28): i should prob sleep

WindQueen.exe (00:28) been staring at this cliff for 20 mins lol

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (00:28): Have you ever thought about how we talk more here than with people in real life?

You bit your thumb, staring at your screen. The soft music from the game was the only sound you could hear in your silent bedroom. You didn’t know who was behind the screen, but…

Gosh, you wish you did.

You were always talking to each other, sending memes, jokes, or just talking about your day. From what you knew, he was a man, the same age as you, he was living with his little sister and an old hag. He was a nerd, but he always seemed to be at the gym.

WindQueen.exe (00:30): All the time.

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (00:31): It’s strange…I don’t even know your name

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (00:31): But i feel like… i already know you..? The real you? Not the sparkly air-sword version.

You snorted at that.

WindQueen.exe (00:32): that version is 20% cooler, though.

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (00:32): true lol but i like both

Your heart stuttered, and for a second, you checked to make sure your mic was off. you were almost afraid he could hear it through the headset.

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (00:33): not in a weird way!

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (00:33): just i feel like i can be myself with u

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (00:34): not being… a perfect shield…?

You frowned at those words. A perfect shield…? You had noticed when he was talking about his sister or friend, how he would always take the leader’s role, or how he said he couldn’t fail.

Even when you were playing on your first games, he was always tense, never wanting to lose. You didn’t really know how you managed it, but after a while, he started laughing and joking when both of you would lose.

He truly seemed relaxed enough.

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (00:36): do you... see me in a bad light now?

WindQueen.exe (00:36): no no !

WindQueen.exe (00:36): i just realized how much i wanna give you a hug

You bit your lips.. Were you going to make a mistake…?

You took your phone and took a selfie where you made a half heart with your finger. Of course, you made sure your face wasn’t in the picture, just your top and your fingers that were illuminated by your screen’s light.

Now, you just needed to send it… easy…

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (00:37): awn :)

Grav1ty.D3n1ed ( 00:37): That’s adorable

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (00:37): if we ever hug, can i john cena you on the sofa?? I feel like you would so easy to handle

WindQueen.exe sent a media (00:37)

You read his message, smiling a bit. He was so… cute in a way? You stood up from your chair when you saw the ‘read’ notification under your picture. You went into the kitchen, boiled water, and took some noodles from your secret hideout.

Why did you send that picture? It was so embarrassing!

You looked at your phone, your heart skipping a bit when you realized he sent multiple messages.

Grav1ty.D3n1ed ( 00:38): that’s so cute ???

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (00:38): I’m sure you so embarrassed rn :)

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (00:38): would you believe me if I’m actually hiding my face in my hands??

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (00:38): fuck I’m blushing???

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (00:39): don’t fucking run away come back

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (00;42): the old hag came to ask why i was punching the walls

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (00:42); Should i punch her instead?

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (00:43): can i complete the heart?

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (00:43): you’re lucky I’m cute under pressure

Grav1ty.D3n1ed Sent a media (00:44)

It was his hand, angled carefully to match yours, his fingers curved into the other half of the heart. You could just barely see part of a jack sleeve, his knuckles a little scuffed…

Were you blushing? It was just his finger!

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (00:45) : Gravity commits

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (00:45): even when it’s falling

… Your heart was beating way too fast…

WindQueen.exe (00:45): So that’s the fingers that made us lose today.

Grav1ty.D3n1ed (00:45): D:

You couldn’t help but laugh, taking your noodles with you back to your room. It was easier to ignore the feeling your heart was trying to make you acknowledge. You both talk together a bit before logging off.

You finished your noodles before falling into your bed with a dumb face. You wondered if you were falling in love with a man you never met..? Did you even have time for love? You still have to study a lot to be able to go into the fleet… You closed your eyes, hoping to fall asleep quickly.

Your screen was still on, with the picture you sent and his together.

[ghostly-bat]

Hey

It's 4:45 in the morning and I cannot sleep

There's this hc I snatched that Kryptonians evolved from dragons, except I am an insufferable fucking nerd and I say they have a common ancestor

So, Kryptonians that hoard.

Not just shiny rocks and gems and things and knowledge, but people too.

They've all subconsciously established a brood and they're extremely protective and possessive over it

Now, technically speaking, they're really territorial over the entire planet and, in my au, Jon extremely territorial over his fleet (long story, lmao) but there's also a group of people that ranks even higher in priority, like very close friends and family.

There are a lot of behaviours associated with this, like monitoring of biometrics, scent marking and, when talking about other Kryptonians, a unique type of subconscious psychic link.

The way that each individual is affected by this varies, obviously. Clark, while having claimed the entire planet, will only ever cross the line for the lives of his very close friends and family. Kara doesn't feel particularly connected to the planet but she will protect the family she has left. Kon actually feels very faintly like this, because Cadmus thought of this as a liability and tried to dampen these instincts as much as possible. Chris feels strongly for his family, but for the most part tries to reign in overly emotional reactions because he has a stronger moral code than even Clark and the twins are physically unable to be without eachother but are in the process of including the rest of the Superfam (establishing a brood is not linear, it is as emotional as it is instinctual and it can take time)

Jon is a very possessive, protective and vengeful creature even over seemingly minor things (that's canon, btw) and I need to see more people finding that behaviour daunting

Anyway, where I'm going with this is Jon's teammates being continuously hit by the realisation that this is a Thing in the room with them and he has claimed them.

And at the same time I want Jon to be, like, utterly chill about it.

Just give me inhuman Kryptonians damn it

And you're just gonna leave me here with this ugh but yeah I can see it especially the over protectiveness, especially with Jon.

I think some people tend to forget that Jon can go from 0 to 100 real fast and he 100% knows what he's doing too but I don't think he cares at all (at least not in the moment?) as long as it means protecting the people he cares about. And you've mentioned it before but he does care about disappointing his dad.

And Jon being so casual about it! Yes absolutely. He'll casually just bring up the fact that he has scent marked everybody on his team and when asked why he's like "Cus I care about you guys? It's really not that hard to think about" love Jon being utterly chill about the most absurd things.

But one question! I'm assuming partners/lovers rank higher? Cus Clark has Lois and he's obviously already obsessed with her and my jondami brain over here is going a little crazy with all the possibilities but god I'd love to hear your input.

[distracted-and-diffused]

One of the things that I appreciate (and because of the cancellation, also find frustrating) about Dead Boy Detectives is that I am intensely curious about how the story was going to continue, not because there was one big cliffhanger (the first season actually ends in a reasonably narratively-settled place, last-minute teaser aside), but because there are so many things I wanted to know about almost every single character.

I was rather surprised to realize that David the Demon was one of those characters that I wanted to know more about, not just in terms of how Crystal is going to deal with the obstacle that he represents, but in terms of who he is and what he actually wants.

I didn't really think about David the Demon as a character very much until I saw Episode 06. I was focused on him as a force that Crystal was going to have to deal with, and on trying to evaluate how he was operating and what, if anything, of what he was telling Crystal was actually the truth. But that changed with Episode 06 and Episode 07.

In The Case of the Creeping Forest, we see David taunting Crystal from the mirrors in the woods, and she tells him that she doesn't have her powers anymore. And while he says "there's no way, Crystal," his face in the mirrors changes — it's out of sync with his words. He looks scared and uncomfortable, and that made me sit up and take notice.

If anything, I had expected disappointment, or maybe disbelief, even if they didn't quite line up with the swagger. But as soon as David looked scared, I went "Wait -- what's that about?"

We never find out. Charles smashes the mirrors with the cricket bat just a few moments later.

And then in The Case of the Very Long Stairway, when Crystal demands that David open a doorway to Hell for her, not only does he say that he can't, he says "Don't you think I'd go back if I could?" and again I thought, "What's up with that?"

Why is David unable to go back? Why does he want to go back rather than spend more time on Earth? Is he exiled? Is he hurt? Is he on some kind of mission? Does Crystal have something to do with any of that?

And then after David gets locked away, we see — for a lack of a better name — David the Human Guy, unsure where he is and presumably stranded an ocean away from home. I felt a little bad for him, but I also had even more questions... chief among them being why David had picked this guy again after being forced out of Crystal's body, and how that happened.

(Is David the Human Guy complicit? Was he convenient? Or was he just really unlucky? — and then that made me wonder if *Crystal* was just unlucky to have met David, or whether she was a target all along…)

One of the things I was certain we'd get to see in Season Two is the continuation of Crystal's arc with David as she realizes she can't just bury her problems indefinitely. But I'm also really curious as to what else we would find out about David himself, and the start of that was really these tiny little hints from his reactions about who he is beyond just the swagger and the sneer and the blatant manipulation.

And I think that David Iacono portrayed all of those things quite well.

[simplywooziss]

goddamn, can't believe i literally got the whole argument right😭

i don't know if i should be happy it happened like that or heartbroken they had to separate like that.

ps: i apologize for the movement in the pics, i'm not the best at taking them so, it is what it is.

the way kenta's name was called out, not with anger or disappointment, but as a form of "can you listen to me once, please?". and the whole speech?

"What am I to you? What am I?"

"A bunch of things. A friend, someone you know, a close one, roommate, assistant."

and then kim kissed kenta. their fight long forgotten.

"Could you care about how i feel, too?"

oh, soft voice as they stare at each other with silent understanding. so now kenta still wants to go but lets kim decided if he wants to go or not. because kim ACKNOWLEDGED his concerns and TRUSTED him.

i wonder what happened the ride to the lab. did they talk about the kiss or they just sat in silence, letting kenta take the lead in the investigation? i mean, if someone told me they consider me important, i'd probably freeze and overthink the entire situation.

i am very normal about the casual touches while guiding the other through the place, to keep each other in sight, exchanging looks and (once again), trusting one another.

side note: it almost gave me a panic attack knowing kim's phone wasn't on silent mode. what if it rang and BOTH OF THEM get caught??? /cries.

UUGGHH PUSHING KIM BACK TO PROTECT HIM FROM BEING SEEN AND LURE THE MEN AWAY FROM HIM TO ESCAPE?

because kenta willingly sacrificed himself to save kim from the shitshow they're in, WILLINGLY surrendered to tony A G A I N just to keep kim safe. but also how kim TRUSTED him and let him go.

finally, what was that look? relived kim could escape and inform everyone? realizing he's under tony again? HAS JEFF/CHARLIE TOLD HIM HE WAS BEING EXPERIMENTED ON DURING ONE OF THE VISIONS?

anyways, i feel like i'm repeating what everyone else already said but damn, i've thinking about all this since morning and it's already midnight here.

i need 30 business days to process all the info and things said while preparing for angst next EP, considering we got a kiss and an implied confession.

my brain demands some rest after today, so thank you for reading! love ya and peace out♡.

[rowantheseships]

People when Carol gets home after finding out her daughter invited friends over without asking (regardless of how you feel about it, I don't consider it a big deal but at the same time some people like to prepare and that should be respected) and finds Susie, a girl who has a reputation (regardless of whether or not it's fair), playing with her MISSING/DEAD DAUGHTER'S GUITAR and is upset and angry: Wow she's a heartless bitch.

Guys, guys. Noelle wanted to hear the guitar play again. Carol doesn't want her daughter's belongings being touched by strangers. Both are valid. Both are tragic.

People also acting like Carol's going to use the katana on her own daughter, or beat Noelle, are totally missing Carol's issue.

(Also people acting like Noelle MUST be a victim of physical abuse because of her reactions are really downplaying the severity of mental/emotional abuse and it's high key starting piss me off.)

Carol needs COMPLETE control. She was probably a woman who needed complete control even before December went missing/died, but afterwards I can only imagine how she spiraled.

Noelle late from school by 5 minutes? What if she's dead? What if she's never seen again? Carol lays into Noelle for being late. Noelle is terrified and traumatized by her mother's reaction. This repeats whenever Carol's fear/need for control over situations is triggered.

Not to mention, Rudy is dying. There is NOTHING Carol can do to stop this. She has NO control over whether he lives or dies.

One daughter dead or missing, the other vulnerable and easily manipulated, and a dying husband, whilst she's still mayor of the town.

This isn't to say that Carol isn't an awful parent. She IS. There's a reason Rudy's pulling away. But at the same time y'all are making a literal ghoul out of a woman who's had like, 8 lines.

I mean this is literally a game made by the person who made it possible to show EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER in Undertale mercy, even Flowey, who was literally ghoulish. I know Deltarune isn't Undertale but still. I highly doubt Carol's about to be a heartlessly ghoulish bitch with zero redeeming qualities, zero possibility for change, and I'd be very disappointed if she was.

This doing some numbers so if anyone would like to reblog/share/donate to my top surgery gofundme i'd appreciate it dearly! anything helps <3

[stonewall2023]

Why Will Byer's is Far More Important than it seems in Season Three of Stranger Things

I remember when I first watched Season Three of Stranger Things, I was disappointed by a number of plot points, one of which was how the Duffers seemingly sidelined Will's character. The first three episodes seem to include him in a plot where his friends ignore him, he tries and fails to get them to play DnD, and him and Mike get into a fight over it. Then, it's like the plot for the rest of the season forgot he existed. Will never played his game of DnD, and it seemed like he never made up with Mike or the party.

However, after having rewatched the season recently, I realized the Duffer Brothers had actually, very subtlety, made Will a very crucial character in the season and did it in a way that was so subtle that it flew over the heads of most of the audience. Will's plot was resolved and not forgotten, because him and his friends played through a real-life version of his DnD campaign, and he got his group of friends to act like a party again. In the process, he restored his friendship with Mike, who was beginning to realize just how important Will was to him. The season also points towards a strong possibility that Will and Mike are going to be a couple by the end of the series. Let me explain.

The main story arc of season 3 is how puberty and the transition into adolescence is driving the party members apart. Mike, the party's leader, becomes obsessed over his girlfriend eleven. To be with her as a couple, Mike has to change his personality, which means spending less time with his friends and not engaging in the things he loves to do. Will, obviously struggling with his homosexuality, is feeling left out as each of his friends get girlfriends. Will desperately wants to get his friends back together. In particular, he wants the boy he loves, Mike, to spend time with him. The party needs to learn the importance of their friendship and not only prioritize their romantic relationships as they transition into adulthood. The monster in this season symbolizes the struggles young people experience with puberty. It literally turns people into zombies and transforms them into something else to the point where their personality becomes unrecognizable. The party needs to overcome the monster if they are to keep their friend group intact. Will is the emotional center of this story, and it is Will that actually gets the party to act in unison.

First, Will senses this oncoming monster before anyone else. Every time he senses the monster with his Spidey sense (the neck tingle), it coincides with a moment when the party is fracturing. When Mike and El walk away from the party as they are hiking up the hill early in the season, Will feels the monster. When Mike shows up late to the theater because he was spending time with El, Will feels the monster. After Will gets into a fight with Mike over flaking on the party, Will senses the monster. Will's emotional intelligence, and his deep fear of losing his friends, makes him acutely aware of what is happening. He is Will the Wise after all.

Will doesn't just sense the monster. He then actively tries to steer the party, and more specifically Mike, back on course so they can address the problem. He tries to get the party together by begging them to play DnD. He chooses a zombie-based theme inspired by a movie him and his friends watched at the theater. He is persistent. Even when they keep telling him no, he doesn't give up. Eventually, he ambushes Mike and Lucas with a surprise game, trying to force them to play. Will is doing this not because he is obsessed with the game itself, but it is way to get his friends together and remember how important they are to each other.

This all leads to an explosive fight. When Mike and Lucas don't take the game seriously, Will shows he is upset and walks out of the basement. Realizing how much he hurt his friend, Mike follows him and tries to convince him to stay. Will then tells him off by telling him that he is neglecting their friendship and only focusing on his romantic relationship with El. When Mike tells him "its not my fault you don't like girls" and "what did you think, we were going to play games in our basement the rest of our lives?", Will doubles down. By telling "I guess I did", he is basically telling him "Yes, I thought we would always be together." There is a very subtle hint here that Will is in love with Mike. Even though Will then rides back home, it is clear that his words led to a pivotal transformation in Mike's character the rest of the season. He becomes his old self again.

Will proceeds to bike home and destroy Castle Byers, his place of refugee, thinking his friend group is now destroyed. In anger, he rips up a picture of himself with his friends. He then senses the monster again. However, Mike followed him to Castle Byers and brought Lucas with him, indicating that Mike was not going to give up on the party. Will then tells them about the monster. Him and his friends immediately drop their petty fight to work together to solve the problem. What is crucial about this is that Max earlier in the season told El, after she dumped Mike, that Mike would come crawling back asking for forgiveness. However, it is not El that Mike ran towards begging for forgiveness. It was Will. While the general audience might have watched this season thinking Mike and El's relationship was front and center, it was actually Will that Mike ended up prioritizing at the end of the day. Mike and El's breakup is treated as comic relief whereas Will and Mike's fight is treated in a very serious manner accompanied by a thunderstorm.

At first, it seems like Will is then forgotten about in the plot, and him and Mike never resolve their fight. Mike has far more dialogue with El and other characters than he does with Will the rest of the season. However, Mike and Will often communicate without speaking. Mike made it up to Will, not by saying sorry, but by acting like the leader of the party again. He asked then demanded Lucas contact Dustin in front of Will. This is right after a fight where Will claimed Mike did not care about Dustin at all. Mike also contacted El to tell her about the monster, fully trusting Will in the process. Mike, inspired by Will, got the party back together and started acting like the leader.

What is subtle here as well is that Will actually did get his DnD game, but it was a real life one. In Will's DnD game from this season, he has the party fight a horde of zombies. Who does the party fight in real life? A horde of zombies created by the mind flayer. Will proceeds to spend the rest of the season getting exactly what he wants: time with his friends as they seek to deal with the zombie threat.

After this, Will seems to be content staying in the background as he already got exactly what he wanted. For the rest of the season, him and his friends spend time together. Will doesn't have many lines after this, but he is constantly shown standing next to Mike throughout the course of the rest of the season, occasionally reminding Mike and the party of the threat they face when he starts to feel it in his neck or throwing out some suggestion about what they should do next or telling Mike and Lucas to stay focused on the task at hand. When Lucas tried to bring up the fight they had and apologies, it is Will that immediately tells him that there wasn't time to talk about it. When Mike starts to complain that the girls are conspiring against them, Will tells him he needs to change his priorities and focus on the task at hand. Will also, with very little dialogue, pushes the party to engage in actions that have a major effect on the plot. Him and Mike for example came up with the "boys only" plan to target Billy, who they suspected of being a zombie for the Mind Flayer. Will very subtly is in the background, directing the party's actions even if it is the other characters that get most of the lines and action sequences.

Will and Mike also have a lot of moments where they don't speak but are clearly gravitating towards one another. When Mike complains about having to sit in the trunk of the car, Will tells him "welcome to my world," and they both get into the trunk. There is then a shot of Mike and Will in the trunk, and Max in the backseat wearing sleaves with rainbows on them. This is a subtle hint that these two might become more than friends. Mike is sitting with Will in the trunk and not with El in the front. Then at the grocery store in the mall, all of the main couples (Johnathan/Nancy, Max/Lucas) are sitting in different parts of the aisle, and Mike and Will are sitting next to each other in the "fruit" section. Fruit is a symbol for homosexuality. While they are battling the monster, they are silently spending their time together.

The party then defeats the monster, and they did so with fireworks on the fourth of July. Fireworks are an important symbol here. Young adolescent boys in the United States bond on the fourth of July by lighting fireworks. It is a past time. Crucially, it is Lucas, who previously did not want to play Will's game of DnD, who came up with the idea and Will, with the single phrase "sweet," quietly approves of Lucas' idea to make use of fireworks. They all then proceed to defeat the monster with a fireworks display.

Then, at the end of the season, we get a couple of crucial scenes. There is one scene in which we see Will donating his box of DnD before he moves to California. Mike then asks him why he is giving it away. Mike also asks about whether or not he will find another party. Will tells him "Not possible". This is telling the audience, once again very subtlety, it was never about a game of DnD for Will. It was about spending time with his best friends and his crush Mike Wheeler. He doesn't have to say it. Mike gets it. It is why he gives him a big smile. Then, we get a second scene, where El wants to become a romantic couple again and kisses Mike, but Mike's eyes are wide open, and he is not smiling at all. It is an awkward moment. Mike realizes in that scene what he wants, and it isn't El. It is Will, the person who loves him in the way he wants to be loved and inspires him to be a hero. It was very easy for the audience to miss this.

In the final shots of the season, Will and Mike don't have a big goodbye speech. They instead have a tearful hug. Will cries his eyes out. Before Mike bikes away, he takes a look at the Byers house. He never says "I'm going to miss you Will". It is shown. He goes back home into the arms of his mother the same way he did when he found out Will had died in season one. Mike and Will, over five episodes, never had a single conversation about the dramatic fight they had, yet they resolved the fight in a very deep, meaningful way.

One last thing. Why all the subtlety? Because the duffers are setting up for a big reveal in season five. Mike and Will are going to get together, and by leaving these subtle crumbs, the audience, upon rewatching the show, will see what they missed the first time around. It was there in front of their faces the whole time.

In conclusion, Will's character is far more important to season three then most people realize. I have a feeling the Duffer Brothers will more clearly spell this out to the audience in Season Five.

[stranger-things-yapper]

I was impressed that there's no mention of Max's father in S3 after the whole Billy debacle in S2. Max fought with Billy to leave her alone to hang out with whoever she wants, but Billy was set up to be a racist BECAUSE his father is also a racist. It felt very specific that it was a learned behavior that he was trying to pass on to Max as well. And yet they never mention if like, Max is still hiding Lucas from her family, if Billy is covering for her (he could even have blackmailed her with it at some point) or not, if her father knows about Lucas and just chooses to begrudgingly ignore it. Max's father is never mentioned in S3, and then he leaves her family in S4.

To me, that was cheap. I would've loved to see Max protecting Lucas from her family and the rest of the party having to confront why that is, specially since Lucas is shown as a bad boyfriend the entire season - to show that the problem is much more serious than stupid teenage squabbling, that even if Max dumped Lucas, she'd still protect him from her family.

Anyways, S3 was extremely disappointing in its treatment of Lucas, and S4 was not that much better, and I doubt S5 will rectify that.

The last post I reblogged has me thinking about how Lucas is treated by his friends/the wider UD gang in-universe/from a more Watsonian perspective. Because here are the facts:

Lucas has spent most of his childhood being explicitly/overtly bullied for his race [being called "Midnight" by their season 1 bullies]¹

At the beginning of Season 2, Mike clearly assumes that Lucas agreed to go as Winston for no other reason than both of them being black. But when called on this, Mike cannot bring himself to admit that's what he was thinking. (He also does not apologize to Lucas.)

Until Billy attacks him, Lucas doesn't really know why Max is trying to avoid being seen with him when Billy picks her up/at her house, but having been on the receiving end of "my family is racist so I can't be seen with you," whether or not you actively know the reason someone is trying to hide you from another person, it feels alienating. Also, he absolutely figures it out in hindsight.

But since at first he doesn't know that Billy inexplicably and aggressively hates him/doesn't want him interacting with Max, from Lucas' perspective he gets attacked by a white boy 4-5 years his senior and almost twice his size out of literally nowhere. Said boy explicitly declares to him "You're dead, Sinclair."²

Lucas, upon entering high school, decides that he wants to acquire enough social pressure to protect him and his friends from the bullying they had to deal with throughout middle school. Neither Mike nor Dustin seem willing/able to understand why he might be interested in that protection.

There are a couple different ways to interpret Lucas (and Patrick)³ choosing to stay with Jason and Andy, but I think it's reasonable to assume that Lucas would be able to recognize a mob/witch hunt forming, and I also think it is reasonable to assume that Lucas knows that mobs tend to target the most vulnerable members of a population, and that he himself both as a black kid and a member of Hellfire is at risk.

Nancy knows for a fact that Jason was at the army surplus store in search of a gun, and while it is implied that she informs the group of this, they seem not to take that into any consideration when planning because

Taken altogether, this paints a picture that in-universe, all of Lucas' friends should be intimately aware that he has experienced overt racism for his entire life. But, the Halloween costume argument also suggests that even though they're all aware of said racism, none of the white members of the group really feel comfortable talking about it. Lucas does explicitly call Mike out on thinking that he would be Winston (or that Mike can't be) "because he's black," and Mike flat out lies to his face. If this is one of the first times Lucas has confronted one of the Party members about their own implicit racism, I think it would be reasonable for him to walk away from that exchange deciding that race isn't something he can have honest conversations with his friends about.

We also never see Billy attacking Lucas addressed on-screen after it happens. Which means we never get to see anyone check-in with Lucas about what happened, or see him process what happened.

So come season 4 Lucas has great reason both to want more social capital/protection and to feel uncomfortable explicitly talking to his friends about why that might be. (Especially with the added baggage of Billy having just been killed, which assuredly inspired a lot of complicated feelings for Lucas, especially because of how much his death impacted Max.) Instead, he makes one simple request of his friends (who he both wants at his game and still wants to play D&D with them): get Eddie to reschedule the game. And, sure, it's Eddie's fault that the game doesn't get rescheduled. But it is absolutely on Mike and Dustin that they didn't choose to skip (which honestly probably would have forced Eddie to reschedule anyway??).

So for the most important game of the season, Lucas winds up without his friends or his sister there to watch him make the winning shot, and he misses out on the D&D game that he wanted to play with his friends. It's entirely possible that Lucas still would have decided to go to the afterparty even if Mike and Dustin had come to the game. But I think it's reasonably likely that he'd have gone to celebrate separately with them! Or at least would have left the party early, rather than getting so drunk he pukes the next morning. So when Jason riles the whole team into becoming a mob out for blood, Lucas ends up stuck between a rock and a hard place. He can't really say or do anything to stop Jason that doesn't also put a target on his back. Sticking with him is the best way to 1) ensure his own physical safety and 2) have any hope of protecting Eddie/his friends.

And then Lucas risks his life to lead Jason & co. off Eddie's scent and bikes eight miles to come warn Dustin that he's in danger. He actually explicitly says that Dustin is in terrible danger. Lucas (and, honestly, all of the Party--except arguably Will) at this point is intimately aware of the fact that a white boy fueled by rage can been homicidally dangerous. So the fact that even after knowing for a fact that Jason has acquired a gun, the whole team send Lucas, Erica and Max to the Creel house without weapons, protection, or any sort of plan as to how to deal with Jason & co. if they turn up is not only baffling, but honestly feels downright callous.

From a purely Watsonian perspective, Lucas has every right and reason to be absolutely livid with his friends. Their consistent inability to recognize or acknowledge the racism Lucas experiences directly results in Lucas and his sister being attacked and nearly killed--and not even by the supernatural bad guy.

¹The show never returns to this, but to me it is broadly illustrative of the racial climate in Hawkins

²Please do not waste your breath trying to argue with me that Billy "wasn't really trying to kill him." I honestly don't care either way. He threatened to kill a 13-year-old boy whose only "crime" was being black. There is no other explanation for Billy's treatment of Lucas that makes sense, since he explicitly targets him, and not Dustin or Mike. Regardless of whether or not Billy had genuine homicidal intent, Lucas had no reason to think otherwise in that moment. I have no interest in arguing this point with anyone.

³Patrick is another excellent example of the show being unable to meaningfully reckon with with its racial implications, but that's its own post.

[lacheri]

29...with Toji (:<

this genuinely almost killed me.

send me a number and a kiss prompt!

prompt 29. “Let me show you what a real kiss feels like.”

minors do NOT interact! ageless blogs do NOT interact! I block!

summary: neighbor Toji x afab reader. (exists in any au/canonverse tbh there is no indication) yandere Toji hints, alcohol (wine), cigarette smoking, reader got ghosted oh no! good thing neighbor Toji is there. suggestive themes, Toji is his own warning, I’m incapable of writing anything shorter than 1.5k enjoy! wc: 2.9k

Sniffling into your snot sodden pillow, you admit an ugly truth. You are wildly pathetic to be sobbing over a man who does not care if you live or die.

Dating sucks, plainly spoken. Time after time, men disappoint you and demolish every preconceived notion of romance and connection. You blame the lack of commitment due to dating apps. The casual cruelty of easy detachment, the lack of motivation to see a blossoming love come to fruition, the utter indifference of the human soul. 

But you thought this time was different. You believed that you had met someone worthy of all the love you’re spilling over with. Unfortunately, you were proven wrong.

You’re all dressed up too. Pretty dress, hair and makeup perfectly executed, an eager smile ever so present on your lips. You were just so excited nearly an hour ago, slipping your shoes on to stand at your front door. Patiently, you scrolled through your phone, waiting for your date to signal that he was on his way to a restaurant you had picked out. Not somewhere too casual, nor dapperly formal, but occasion enough to throw on a nice outfit.

You’d been looking forward to the date all week, so when the text never arrived to your phone, every minute that passed became increasingly more depressing. 

You really thought this time would be different. You had seen this guy thrice already, and things seemed to be going very well. Agreeing on the important things — career paths, family, morals — you really believed this was finally your prince amongst a sea of frogs. 

Not to mention the fact you had genuinely liked the guy. Good looking, established job, responsible; He checked off every one of your boxes. On your previous date, you even invited him to your bedroom.

Though the sex was disappointing to say the least, you were willing to sacrifice lust for love. He really seemed that great. 

You swipe at your mascara stained cheeks, smudging the makeup away. Your stomach rumbles, reminding you that you still have not eaten.

Taking a deep grounding breath, you stumble to your feet, your pretty heels still clinging to your soles. Shaking off the pathetic self loathing, you make a decision. You’re not going to let this guy ruin your night.

Cocooning yourself in a jacket, you march over to the closest mirror and fix yourself up. Luckily, your makeup remains primarily intact despite the tear trails. Your hair is a mess, but you’re not really going anywhere anymore, so it doesn’t matter too much.

Grabbing a bottle of wine from your kitchen and an assortment of snacks, you unlock your apartment door and greet the hallway with spiteful excitement. A perk of your building is the fact that the roof access is only a floor above your dwelling. You swiftly navigate to the staircase, stomping hurriedly to the exit door.

Revealing a sea of street lamps and headlights below, you’re greeted by the chilled early Summer breeze. Directly ahead sits a long forgotten patio set, your intended destination.

Self care, or whatever you want to call it — you’re going to spend your evening drinking down your feelings whilst feasting on your favorite treats. Is it a healthy coping mechanism? No, but being ghosted sucks. Any drop of dopamine would be much appreciated at the moment.

Taking a seat on a wicker couch, you pop the cork and take a swig directly from the bottle. Your eyes are still fairly watery, and the room temperature wine elicits further tears. It’s a dry red, one of your personal favorites, but this bottle bites back.

Chewing slowly on your assortment of snacks, you watch the lights flicker and pulse in the distance. The time grows further away from you, absorbed in the reflection of yourself and your romantic endeavors. Postmodern dating is abysmally sad. You wonder flippantly if it is even worth your time or efforts anymore. Love feels like a luxury product rather than an all encompassing experience. Too far away from your grasp, out of budget, and lacking quality.

You almost miss the metallic screech of the rooftop door. Technically, you’re not really supposed to be up here, let alone completely by yourself with a bottle of wine. You hug the red to your chest, a terrible attempt to conceal the contraband, and whip your head around to see who has come to disturb your solitude.

Oh, it’s just your neighbor. Toji, if you are recalling his name correctly. He appears that he doesn’t even notice you, flicking the wheel of his lighter, cradling the edge of a cigarette from the wind. Sparks fail to ignite, a swear present beneath his breath. You stifle a gentle chuckle, maneuvering yourself out of the chair loudly so as to not startle him. 

“Need a hand?” you ask, your voice carried by the wind and delivered to his agitated expression.

Toji’s verdant gaze slides over your form, a ghost of a smirk at the edges of his mouth as he says, “Your body, actually.”

With practiced strides, Toji approaches where you sit. Leaning over, he uses your frame to find a sweet spot of stale air. You try to help, angling yourself effectively. With a pleased hum, the man finally produces a flame, and with a long drag the tobacco catches fire. He exhales a billowy cloud, swirls and haze carried off to the sky.

“Didn’t know that you were a smoker,” you note casually. In all honesty, you know little to nothing about Toji, just that his apartment resides directly next to yours.

“I’m not,” he takes another drag. “Just had a shit day, I guess.”

You hum in agreement, eyes flickering to the wine bottle in your lap. “I get that.”

Toji is a towering, burly man, you notice. Thick muscles rippling beneath his clinging shirt, pants hanging lowly on his hips — he is a sight to be gawked at. You’ve never really gotten a good look at him, usually waving in polite greeting whenever stumbling by one another in the hallway or lobby. You hear him occasionally banging around in his apartment, but other than that, you haven’t really interacted with the guy.

You feel his eyes rake over you, observing in terrible accuracy as he asks, “Boyfriend problems?”

“Is it that obvious?” you snort, gesturing to the wine.

Toji chuckles, “You’re all dolled up sitting up here all by yourself.”

“I got ghosted,” you grimace. “But I’ll be alright. I’m sure you don’t really care to hear about my stupid problems when you’re dealing with your own.”

“Nah,” he tosses himself beside you, extending his hand out to take your bottle. “I love hearing about stupid problems. Talk my ear off sweetheart.”

You pass the wine reluctantly, a frown upon your lips. “Are you sure? I really don’t want to bother you.”

“It ain’t bothering me if I’m asking for it. ‘Sides, it’ll take my mind off my own shit if you’re yapping your pretty mouth.”

Heat erupts in your ears, blood roaring to the tops of your cheeks. With a flushed stammer, you recount a shortened version of tonight’s events, providing minimal backstory of the guy who stood you up. Toji listens, grunting and humming in between pauses, taking long drags from his stoge and deep gulps from the neck of the wine bottle. When you wrap up your venting, he passes back the red, and you take an eager swig.

“He sounds like a pussy,” Toji says bluntly. “Was he a good fuck at least?”

Flustered by his crudeness, you stutter, “Not really.”

His brows lift into his hairline, “You’ve got to tell me about that.”

“I don’t have much to say, honestly,” you squeak. “Didn’t last long, and he was a terrible kisser.”

“Shit,” Toji chuckles darkly. “Dude didn’t even kiss you right?”

You shake your head, embarrassed. “No.”

“How old was this asshole?” Toji asks, scoffing. “Fuckin’ teenager or something?”

You laugh, “Obviously not.”

“Obviously never grew the fuck up. Obviously doesn’t know how to make a lady happy.”

“Obviously,” you mirror. “But I liked him enough.”

“Oh no,” his voice deepens, all grovel and grit. “Don’t tell me you were still willing to give that idiot another chance.”

You gesture to your dress and heels, “Idiots attract idiots, I guess.”

Toji shakes his head in disbelief, grinning at the sky. “Most guys don’t know what the fuck to do with pretty girls like yourself. In a fucked up way, you should take it as a compliment.”

“Why does that feel so casually misogynistic?” you joke.

“Hey now, don’t get it twisted. I respect my women. Enough to treat them right, at least.”

Your eyes unabashedly trace his bulky form, “I’m sure you do.”

“You checking me out?” Toji smirks. “Take it in, sweet thing. You’re looking at a real man.”

Maybe it’s the warm intoxication of the wine, or the comforting presence of your virtually unknown neighbor, but you feel embolden enough to confess, “You’re good looking, sure. Your girlfriend is a lucky lady.”

Toji laughs, loud and boisterous. “Girlfriend? You’re out of your fuckin’ mind. I’m as single as they come, darlin’.”

“So that cigarette isn’t dedicated to your lady problems?” you giggle. 

“Sort of, but not a fucking girlfriend.”

“Penny for your thoughts?” you offer.

He snorts, “Not a fucking chance.”

“Seems a bit rude. I just spilled all my dirty laundry and you’re being stingy on yours.”

“Mine’s a bit too dirty for your delicate ears.”

“Try me.”

Toji appears to consider it for a moment, scratching at his cheek and avoiding your inquisitive attention. “Nah. It’s just work bullshit. Ladies aren’t really a problem for me.”

“Arrogant,” you say sarcastically.

“For good reason,” he smirks. “You’ve never heard the sounds from your side of the wall? Real late at night?”

You blink, “The banging? I just figured you were a night owl.”

“It’s the banging alright,” he flashes a wicked grin.

“Ew,” you scrunch your nose. “Gross.”

“I’m just fucking with you,” Toji chortles. “Well, kinda’.”

“You should get checked at the clinic,” you tease. “Who knows what diseases you might have.”

“Why, you want one?” 

“Hey!”

You share a hearty laugh, and you realize something. You feel worlds better than the beginning of your night. Gone are any indications of your teary emotions and self loathing. You feel as if you’re floating on happiness, the weightlessness of a good time. You stare at Toji, laughing from deep within his sternum at his own filthy joke, and wonder why the hell you haven’t approached him before. You could’ve used a friend like him.

Not recognizing you’ve said any of this out loud, Toji eyes you with a dangerous glimmer. “You’re completely oblivious, ain’t you?”

“Huh?”

A heated palm rests atop your thigh, his cigarette long forgotten and tossed over the roof. “‘S okay, it’s cute.”

Toji looks at you with an unreadable expression. Something dark lingers in his irises, swirling and expanding. You feel as though you’re missing something, something important.

“I’ve got an idea,” he murmurs, lids growing heavy. “You interested, pretty thing?”

You nod, hypnotized by the sudden change in atmosphere. It’s thick, foggy, and heavy. Toji leans closer, swinging a thick arm around the back of the wicker couch, just above your shoulders. You mirror him, intrigued by his potential proposition, as if he’s about to share a secret.

Little do you know, Toji has you exactly where he wants you. 

Breathing tobacco stained exhales against your faces, he speaks above a harsh whisper, “How’s about I fix your boy problem?”

“What do you mean?” you cock your head, all confusion and innocence.

“What’s this asshole’s name?” Toji’s fingers foxtrot across your shoulder, tickling the nape of your neck. “Gimme’ his number while you’re at it.”

“What’re you gonna’ do, kill him?” you chuckle haphazardly. 

Toji’s face remains concerningly passive, “Only if you want me to.”

You roll your eyes, “Funny.”

“Give me his name,” he presses. “Or else.”

“Or else what?”

“I’m gonna’ have to right his wrongs,” he offers cooly. “Maybe I’ll rub his face in it while I’m at it.”

Your eyebrows knit together, asking, “And how do you plan to do that?”

“Well, I’ll start with this,” he huffs. The palm on your thigh inches higher, fingers toying at the hem of your dress. The hand on your shoulder locks a hot grip onto the back of your neck, scraping at the underside of your skull. You gulp, unable to tear your sight away from his intense stare. “Hearts racing, ain’t it?”

You nod slowly, feeling so very heavy. Toji smirks, cocky and confident.

“Feeling squirmy? Thighs twitching?” he inquires, rubbing a thumb along the inside of your leg. “Can’t catch your breath?”

“Toji?” you mumble, licking at your rapidly drying lips. 

His stare locks in to the movement, all his focus on your moistened lips. “Been waiting a while to get you alone, you know.”

You hum in questioning, but you’re not really paying that close attention to what he’s saying anymore. His touch is so warm, scorching a blaze through your nerves. You feel like you might melt.

“Saw you leave your apartment,” his voice is thick with lust. “Looking so pretty. Had to check on you, seen the tears in your eyes darlin’. Knew I had to say something.”

You choke on a squeak, unable to properly respond as he continues to toy with the bottom of your dress and the hair at the bottom of your head. You shift your weight in your seat, attempting to find relief from the growing ache in your center.

He chuckles, dark and foreboding, “They just don’t know how to treat you right, do they? Don’t know what to do with you, fuckin’ morons. They don’t know how to touch you, to kiss you.”

You feel stupid as you nod once again, burning alive. “No, they don’t, Toji.”

“They gotta’ get you all squirmy and excited,” his grip on your neck shifts to your jaw, a gentle thumb brushing against your bottom lip. “Get you wanting it.”

You gulp, lashes fluttering as your gaze drops to his mouth. He twitches his smug smile, revealing a row of teeth. He’s positively fucking beaming watching you writhe in your seat. 

“Got another idea,” Toji husks. “Let me show you what a real kiss feels like, huh? You want me to do that for you, baby?”

“Yes,” you offer meekly.

With a wolfish simper, Toji paws at your waist, holding you firm and solid. “Such a pretty little thing, you need to be treated right, don’t you?”

You whimper, completely lost in all the heat and tension. A predatory glint in his olive gaze sparks. He’s got you completely trapped. 

“Look at you,” he coos. “Such a pretty little thing. You didn’t deserve any of that, did you? ‘S okay, I’m gonna’ make it all better, alright?”

Toji doesn’t kiss you right away, opting to place his mouth on your cheek. It’s soft, the kiss. Far too gentle. You choke on an impatient mewl, all broken vocals and desire. He chuckles against your skin, licking a swift wet stripe against the corner of your mouth. You shiver, enamored by the filthy tease. It only encourages Toji further, gently nipping at your bottom nip, a growl deep within his throat.

“Gotta’ ask me for it, darlin’,” he says, a hair above a whisper. “Pretty please, Toji?”

“Please,” you relent, eyelids fluttering shut.

“Please, what?”

“Kiss me,” you breathe.

Toji dives in, all restraint and playfulness abandoned. He captures your lips in a fever, crushing you completely against him. You are utterly surrounded and consumed by Toji, his arms locked around you. He moans at the embrace, but he must decide it is not enough. He breaks the kiss only for a brief pause, panting and grunting as he maneuvers you to straddle him. Your thighs part to accommodate his width, the muscles of his clothed thighs solid and unwavering.

Flushed center to center, you gasp at the contact, but it is swallowed by Toji’s eager tongue. The muscle flicks at your teeth, swooping beneath the top row to search for your reluctant tongue. Taste buds slide, your mouth the epitome of surprise, and Toji rolls you over his lap. You stammer a shocked mewl, a jolt of pleasure shooting from your barely concealed clit.

Intoxicated by the mounting heat growing in the pit of your belly, you test a confident swirl of your hips. Toji strokes your tongue in approval, a breathy laugh escaping his chest. You prep yourself to continue, to repeat the motion, but it is met with resistance. He holds you still at the hips, smacking the tops of your exposed thighs. You peel your lids apart to question him, but he simply shakes his head.

“Next time, eager thing,” he says coolly. “Gotta’ take you out on a date first.”

Your heart pounds in your chest, you gulp on a dry swallow. “When?”

“Tomorrow sound good?” he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, watching in heated focus as it bounces back to your mouth.

“Yes,” you agree without hesitation.

A part of you might feel shame for what you’re doing — locking lips with practically a stranger — but honestly, you don’t really care all that much.

Perhaps you should have.

“You can keep kissin’ me though,” Toji says. “On one little condition.”

Feeling bold, you press your lips to the edge of his sharp jaw. “Yes?”

He shutters, grip deathly tight on your hips. You cannot read his expression as he requests, “Give me that guy’s name, sweetheart.”

LACHERI © 2021-2025: all writing content belongs to LACHERI. I do not allow reposts or translations.

[delulu-julia]

Can I request tmnt 2012 boys reacting to S/o pulling the “crack my back” prank on them

“Crack my back” prank on turtles

(Romantic, gn reader)

Your very successful prank on them or how would turtles feel after fully believing they just accidentally broke your spine, only to realize they’ve been fooled.

Leonardo

You asked so sweetly.

“Leo, can you just crack my back real quick? It’s killing me—just a little lift from behind, please?”

He’s hesitant—“Are you sure that’s safe?”—but eventually gives in, stepping behind you with careful hands.

He braces his arms around you. Lifts gently.

And then…

CRRRKKKKK.

“OUCHHHHHH—”

You fall forward, groaning dramatically, and hit the floor on your knees.

Leo goes completely still. Hands still hovering where your body was. His swords would never haunt him the way that noise just did.

Headcanons

He’s the most composed — normally. But not when the person he loves just crumbles to the floor with a sound that shouldn’t come from a living body.

“Oh no. Oh no no no—" His voice goes up and cracks into panicked squeak . “I—I didn’t mean to—DONNIE, GET THE FIRST AID KIT—"

He drops to his knees, turning you over with trembling hands, already mentally writing his apology speech to Splinter for maiming you.

“I knew I shouldn’t have done that, I KNEW it—oh no—stay awake—breathe—!!”

You lift your head weakly… and then start laughing, pulling out a few crunchy pieces of pasta from your mouth.

His soul leaves his body. Dead silence. Leo’s face cycles through shock, relief, then utter betrayal.

“…You’re joking. That was a joke?”

He just throws you back to the floor and walks away like a disappointed dad.

…He’ll forgive you in like 15 minutes tho

But next time you ask for a back crack?He’ll draw his sword.

Raphael

He gets this smug smirk like “Heh, yeah. I gotcha.”

Hands on your waist, lifts you up in the classic bear-hug from behind.

And then—

CRACKKKKKK

Your whole body jolts and you drop like a ragdoll.

“HUH?! BABE?! WHAT THE—?!”

Headcanons

Tbh, he falls for it so hard, because you ask him so sincere, like you actually trust him.

Raph practically yelps.

His eyes are wide, his arms stiff, he just stands over you frozen like he just committed war crimes.

He’s on the floor next to you the moment he hears your hissing, lifting your shoulders and neck, eyes wild, absolutely panicking

"WHAT THE—HOLY—" He grabs your shoulders, shaking you slightly. “Hey. HEY. Don’t pass out on me, dumbass!"

His mind races—‘Did I squeeze too hard?! How do you fix a broken back?!’—and he’s two seconds from throwing you over his shell and sprinting to Donnie’s lab

Then you crack one eye open… grin… and hold up the pasta. “Gotcha”

Silence. That one when you just looks at each other, with the same expression. He watches you long enough, ignoring your smile. Raph’s eye twitches. Suddenly, he snaps.

“You— YOU’RE SO— I THOUGHT I SNAPPED YOU IN A HALF—”

He wrestles you into a death hug, holding you to the floor, too tight and too furious. It’s almost looks like this time he wants you to choke on purpose…But not without a good amount of yelling

“You think that’s funny?! That’s NOT!!”

…But also, the way he’s holding you?

Yeah. You’re definitely forgiven.

(Maybe. Sleep with one eye open.)

Donatello

You hit him with the soft:

“Donnie, my back hurts… could you lift me? Y’know, just crack it a little?”

He gets all blushy and seriously “Uh—yeah! I-I mean, okay, sure, yeah I got this!”

He carefully positions himself, arms around your waist, lifting you like you’re made of glass

CRRRAAAACKK.

“AHH MY BACK—”

You collapse.

Groaning. Clutching your side. Twitching for effect.

Donnie drops you like a hot soldering iron.

Headcanons

My sweet genius boy doesn’t even get a chance to analyze before panic kicks in.

“OH MY GOD—OH—OH NO—WHAT—WHAT DID I DO WRONG—THE ANGLE—THE PRESSURE—SWEET HIPPOCRATES I BROKE THEM—”

He frantically checks your pulse, already mentally measuring all possible vertebrae that he could have broken or dislocated

Donnie’s holding you in his hands, screaming through the lair. He’s seconds from prepping for emergency spinal traction

…And then, you reach up slowly. Hand him a broken piece of pasta. “Psych."

Suddenly, he freezes.

He looks at your hand. Then at your face. Blinks. Then repeats—

He drops you again and falls backward, both hands on his face. He sits like that for few moments. Silently. A few looong moments.

And then, if you’ll reach out for him or start to laugh too hard—

“ARE YOU CRAZY?!!”

He screams so loudly that the ends of his bandana bounce. You saw that expression before. Usually that happens after Mikey's blows up a microwave or throws glitter bombs in his lab… It’s the same voice. High-pitched. Frustrated enough to echo through the lair.

“Do you have ANY idea how many spinal injuries I just mentally reviewed in under five seconds?! YOU CANT JUST—“

He’s now just yapping. Waving his hands. Stammering. Honestly? Adorable.

But the second he hears your giggle, or feels your hands, or gets into your hug, he just stops, looking at you with a confusion. And then, as if his charge just suddenly died, he sighs tiredly. Shoulders sag. Eyes soft.

“…That’s not fair” he mutters.

“You can’t scare me to death and smile like that..”

He’s still mad. A little.

But also?

He already forgive you. And totally in love.

Michelangelo

“Aw yeahhh, lemme get that spinal twist!! Say no more!”

He launches into the hug like it’s a wrestling match, lifts you up perfectly—

CRAAAACKKKKK

“AAAAAGHH—MY BACK!!”

You collapse like a noodle.

Mikey SCREAMS.

Headcanons

“B-BABY?! OH NO—WHAT HAVE I DONE—OH SWEET PEPPERONI I BROKE YOU—!!”

He panic-sprints in a full circle around you, arms flailing.

“SOMEONE CALL SOMEONE!! CALL DONNIE! DONNIE—”

He dives to your side, gently cupping your face. “Blink twice if you can still hear me…SQUEEZE MY HAND IF YOU CAN STILL LOVE ME AFTER THAT—”

You peek up open one eye, giggle, and toss a spaghetti noodle at his chest

He stares. “…Wait a second.”

Mikey realizes. His jaw drops. His eyes just running through your face

His face splits into a wide, disbelieving grin.

“DID YOU JUST PASTA-PRANK ME?!”

He bursts into a fit of full-bodied laughter — wheezing, rolling, the whole nine yards. Like, he actually can’t believe he fall for it. Kicks his legs like a toddler in a ball pit.

He immediately lifts you again, just to hear if you brought more.

“DO IT AGAIN!! I WANNA HEAR THE NOODLE BONE!! THAT WAS AWESOME—!!”

And that’s it.

You’ve triggered something primal in his chaotic heart. You started a war.

A prank war.

You’ll never know peace again.

You will now find dry noodles in your shoes. Pasta in your shampoo.

And one day, you will really pull your back…

…and he won’t believe you.

“Nice try, Noodle Assassin—NOT FALLIN’ FOR THAT ONE AGAIN!”