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[yoiisa]

HEEELLAURRR

can I request headcanon bllk boys anyone of your choice including sae 🙏🏻 with wifey reader during post pantrum depression since no one writes about it 😔 and it’s the boys just helping her out here and there??

ofc!!, I’ll do sae, bachira, isagi, and kunigami

all characters aged up (20+)! Tags: TW for depression, anxiety, self-loathing language, and feelings of inadequacy. Reader is struggling w depression in this fic, so proceed with caution for sure! major angst (argument between couple in Isagi's) with tiny doses of fluff throughout, hurt with only a tiny bit of comfort (except for kuni and maybe isagi)

if you ever find yourself struggling with ppd please call 1-800-944-4773 or visit postpartum.net i have so much respect for mothers out there, but please remember that the best mothers take care of themselves as well as their babies!! you got this babe, and with that let's get on to the fic

➜ at first, having a baby with sae itoshi was fine. everything was going smoothly- well, as smoothly as having a newborn could ➜ still, there was always that nagging feeling in the back of your mind that festered in you. it was dark and cold and rose like bile in your throat that you had to swallow down ➜ the monotony of every day settling in on you was only feeding the dread inside of you. waking at the ass crack of dawn for a diaper change or to feed, and then running around all day caring for your daughter's every whim and desire ➜ sae helped where he could, but obviously there were some tasks only you could accomplish, and it was driving you to a brink ➜ eventually, he had to leave to go to Spain for some work, and you swore up and down that you could handle him being gone for a couple weeks. he was reluctant to leave you alone, but duty called after all, so he left ➜ and suddenly, that darkness consumed all of you and it was too much. you just . . . snapped

Sae knew leaving you alone was a bad idea. He'd seen the ways you'd been tiring yourself out, running after Yuki, and without him around, he worried seriously for your health. Nonetheless, you'd insisted that he go to Spain for his work, instead of just trying to handle it all from Japan itself. "I'll be fine, you don't need to worry," you insist, you're head on his chest. "She's been at home for 4 months now, I've gotten our routine down to a science by now." Sae played with your hair, twirling the locks around his fingers as he hummed, "Okay. I'll go then." As he was leaving, he made sure you promised him that if anything happened, anything at all, that you would immediately call him and tell him. You'd just waved him off, which did absolutely nothing to quell the dread in his stomach about leaving. He knows you don't notice how attentive he really is to you, but he notices everything about you. He worships the smallest details that make you who you are, that make you his wife. With that in mind, it's so incredibly frustrating when you think he doesn't notice how your smile doesn't reach your eyes anymore, or how your skin has become dry because you haven't been drinking enough water. It's 2:41 A.M. when he gets the call. It's been a week since he'd left for Spain. He peels his mask off and blinks blearily at his phone, which vibrates along his hotel's night stand. It should be around 9 where you are right now, which is pretty early for you to be calling him . . . unless something happened. Sae instantly sits up alert, his heart racing as he answers and puts his phone to his ear, "Hello? Y/N, what's wrong?" You're silent for a moment, which allows him to hear Yuki screaming her lungs out in the background of the call. Finally, you croak, "Help. Please, she won't stop crying. She's been up since 1 in the morning, and I . . . I don't know what to do." Sae's breath hitches. "I'm coming home." He can tell the guilt is eating you alive as you whisper his name, but he doesn't care. He cuts off any protests you might have with a, "My girls need me. I'm coming home. I'll get on the next available flight. I'll see you soon. I love you." His heart shatters as you don't return the affection, instead just sobbing into the microphone, "I'm sorry."

➜ part of the reason bachira meguru fell for you was because of your smile ➜ you exuded happiness and joy with every step you took and he was drawn to that aura like a moth to a flame ➜ but after having your baby, bachira noticed that the glow you had once was drained from you like a sponge. you traded in your glowing eyes for dark circles and your frown seemed perpetual ➜ worse yet, he noticed how rarely you smiled at your son ➜ at the beginning, when things weren't as bad, you would offer up the occasionally tiny smile, but you'd become so distant from the boy as of late. you'd become distant from him as well ➜ and he hates it. he did what he could to try and pull you back to his side, to get him to tell him what's wrong, but nothing was working, and it was starting to make him feel in over his head as well ➜ he cracks eventually and calls his mom, completely lost on how to help you navigate your depression

It all happens in a blur. One minute, Bachira is walking into your son's nursery to put some laundry away and the next minute, his entire world tilts as you whisper, "I don't love him." You're standing over Kaede's crib, just staring down at the little swaddled thing. Your husband is at your side in an instant, his hands squeezing your arms as he's begging for an explanation. You practically fall into his chest, your legs weak as you fall to the floor. You're not crying or anything, it's like your body's too weak for even that. All you can manage is the quietest, "I don't . . . feel how I'm supposed to when I look at him. I don't know what's happening." Bachira and you stay curled up together on the floor for a while, until Kaede starts crying. You tense in his arms as the shrill sound pierces your ears. Bachira shoots up from the floor and tends to your son, leaving you lying there as helplessness washes over him. Once you've gone to bed later that night, he instantly is on the phone with his mom. "I don't know, is something wrong with her? Should I be scared for Kaede? I don't want him to get hurt," Bachira sighs, rubbing his forehead. "I don't think Y/N will hurt him," Yu sighs on the other end of the line. "She's probably just overwhelmed right now. A lot of women go through this when they first have their kids. We get told a lot that motherhood is this wonderful thing, but a lot of times, the amount of work it takes is exhausting and is completely glossed over. The stress of it all can cause new moms to get really bad depression. It can make you want to give up on everything sometimes." Bachira bites at the skin around his nails before asking meekly, "Did you want to give up on me?" "No," Yu replies fondly, recalling the days of Bachira's infancy. "Believe it or not, you weren't a fussy baby at all. It made being a single mother easier at first, but when you got older, well, you know." Bachira nods as Yu continues, "Why don't I come over for the next week or so? I can help Y/N take care of Kaede, and the two of you can also get some alone time, if I take Kaede off your hands for a while." "Seriously? You don't mind?" Yu shakes her head, her smile widening. "It'd be my pleasure. I'll also talk with Y/N as well. Hopefully she'll feel a bit better. I knew someone who had post partum depression . . . I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy."

➜ isagi yoichi hates feeling powerless more than anything in the world ➜ it's part of the reason he was able to adapt so well in the world of soccer after all. he encounters all kinds of players on the field, and he needs to be flexible with himself in order to make sure he doesn't sink underneath all the talent ➜ but babies are different. they don't operate on logic or patterns or anything like that. they feel everything in excruciating levels and the same can be said for depression ➜ when isagi notices that something's up with you too, in addition to the learning curve of having a newborn son around, he also gets thrown in way in over his head ➜ the two of you begin to have arguments a lot as a result. he is upset because the entire pregnancy, you'd been raving about how you couldn't wait to have a kid, and now? now all of that was gone ➜ after a particularly explosive fight, he finally sees the pain you're going through as well, best believe he'll do whatever he can to make sure you get the help you need ➜ after all, he can't do this by himself

"Yoichi please-" "I just don't understand," Isagi groans, kneeling in front of you. His hands are on your knees and his face is bowed. "I . . . I thought we agreed that this is what we wanted? Why are you backing out now that Ryuji's already here?!" "Who said I was backing out?" you ask incredulously. "Haven't I been doing everything I can? I've been feeding him, changing him, comforting him when he cries. I haven't showered in a week for fucks sake!" "And you look a million miles away throughout it all! You have this face- this horrible distant expression! I just don't understand, didn't you want this?" You slip up and shout, "Who would want this?!" and Isagi flinches back. The two of you stare at one another in horror, before your husband's face contorts to something between grief and anger. "The hell does that mean?" he growls and you lose it. You start bawling and screaming, "Who wants a life confined to just this?! To sore breasts and shit stains and hair pulling and the crying- he won't stop fucking crying! I can't make him stop, you can't make him stop! I don't know what to do!" You fall onto the floor, your hands stabilizing yourself on Isagi's shoulders as you continue to wail. "I want to be there with him! I want to hold my son and be happy to be a mother, but I just can't. Everything feels so big when I hold him, and I feel so small. I hate myself for it! I see other mother's and feel horrible, like why can't I just be them?! It . . . I hate myself so much. I'm horrible. I'm so horrible." Isagi's heart shatters as you cry and he instantly wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his lap. You tuck your face into his neck and inhale, breathing him in in a way you haven't done since long before Ryuji was born. You stay like that for a while before you croak, "You need to leave me." "What?" Isagi blanches. "I'm not cut out for this whole motherhood thing. I'm so scared one day, I'll do something terrible to Ryu. Something that'll hurt him. I'm not safe to be around. You need to leave me." Isagi stills, his heart pounding a mile a minute. Finally he manages, "I'm taking you to a doctor tomorrow. A psychiatrist at the hospital hopefully. Ryuji will go to my parent's house for a while until we can figure out what to do next." Before you can protest anything, he kisses your forehead. "And that step will not be to leave you. Not in a million years, so you can just forget about that."

➜ kunigami rensuke would quite frankly be the best person at helping you deal with your depression ➜ he knows the intensity of depression, and what it can do to people, especially when they are feeling isolated and alone. he did go through the wild card program after all ➜ he thinks back to how he was during his wild card training and the nel, and to know you're experiencing that kinda intense depression right now pains him beyond the telling ➜ ultimately, he just stays by your side no matter what. if you need space from your daughter, he's quick to help you get some quiet. if you need a shoulder to cry on, he'll hold you for as long as he can, letting your tears soak his shirt without a word of complaint ➜ after all, you've given him the gift of your daughter, so the least he can do is take care of her mother, and his wife, as well

You're sitting up in bed, your eyes closed and a cup of tea in your hands. It's only half drunk and starting to cool, but the cup is still warm enough to keep your hands from freezing, so you hold tight. Eventually, Kunigami steps into the bedroom, a soft smile on his face as he sees you. He walks up to you and sits beside you, his head resting on your lap. "Is Sakura asleep?" You ask, petting his orange hair. He hums in confirmation and peeks up at you through his lashes. You take note of the dark circles under his eyes and you look away, guilt eating at you. "I'm sorry," you whisper, and he tilts his head. "For what?" You purse your lips before sighing. You set the tea off to the side and close your eyes. "For making you do all the work. I wish I . . . I was a better mom and wife." He shoots up, immediately his hands going to your cheeks, brushing away imaginary tears. "Hey, hey none of that. You're an excellent mother, and a wonderful wife. Why on earth would you think otherwise?" "Because you've taken all the hard jobs like putting her to sleep and changing her-" "Because you've already done more than enough for her and for me. You keep her alive- hell you gave her life- and you continue to do other things around the house, like cooking amazing food for me. I couldn't ask for anything more, truly." You lean into his hands. A tear leaks from your eyes as you ask, "Really, Ren?" Kunigami nods and presses his forehead against yours. "Just keep doing what you're doing. If I need help, I'll ask, and if you need help, ask. I don't ever want you to feel like you're not doing enough or that you're alone. You're not, you never will be, not while I'm here." You sob, and he kisses you through it, his lips soft against yours. For the first time in months, you feel like you can properly relax.

a/n: this is prob gonna get a tad bit personal, but i just wanna reiterate how much love and respect I hold for mothers out there. all of the women in my fam have problems with their reproductive health, and it's likely that I will too when I'm older. Despite this, they've never been anything but incredibly mothers and role models and I love my mom, my aunts, and my grandma dearly

i also want to be a mom when I'm older and I encourage everyone who also wants this to do some serious research into what pregnancy/motherhood entails. it's rough out here for us girls and no one is gonna support us the way we will ourselves, and part of that means being educated on our bodies, despite the lack of proper research done with them a lot of times

anyways, rant over. love y'all and stay safe to all the mamas out there!

[fatty-lit]

September 30th, 2024 9:05pm

Swiping through hinge. Her prompts are funny, but thoughful. She's definitely cute, but most of her pics are cropped or taken from such an angle as to not totally reveal her body type, but there is one less guarded picture taken at what looks like a friend's wedding that reveals a bit of chubbiness in the arms and maybe even a little roundness in the mid-section.

I do my best to think of somethin witty for an opening line.

October 3rd, 2024 2:03pm

While casually perusing the shelves, I check my phone, and there's a text saying she's here. I look around and towards the romance section - that's what she said I should stop her from buying.

There you are. Tight blue jeans and an over-sized cable knit sweater. Even though it was on your profile, you're taller than I expected.

"Is it you?"

Your head turns around, and once you see me and register recognition, your body follows. Your curly, bobbed hair frames the exact radiant smile advertised on your profile. Your deep blue eyes are magnified by your oversized glasses. Your face is just the slightest bit fuller than I remember from your profile, however, the sweater shrouds any conclusions I might be able to make about your body type.

Coffee chat is great. There's great banter right off the bat. You're very easy to talk to, but also hard set in your opinions, which makes for fun and challenging converstaion. Many of those opinions are about food. I'm new to town, so you give me a complete and detailed run-down of every restaraunt worth trying within 20 miles. The way you talk about food is so sensual, so passionate. It's captivating. One of the restaraunts you recommend is only a block away. It's not quite 5 yet, but the conversation is going well enough and we both seem to be enjoying eachother enough that I hazard an "Are you hungry?" then a "Do you wanna get some food?"

It's a ramen place and you get yours fully loaded. I love watching you strategically slurp, swallow, and savor every last noodle. It's so cute watching you try to talk through a mouth full of ramen. Broth dripping down your chin. The self conscious giggle when it dribbles on your sweater. Yours goes a lot faster than mine and the conversation keeps flowing.

"Wanna get some ice cream?" Your eyes light up, and you make it very clear that you're never going to turn down ice cream. As we walk to the shop, you adjust your jeans a couple times. They're obviously not fitting as well after the meal. It's just a split second when the sweater gets lifted just enough that I catch the smallest flash of soft white flesh being bitten by a tight denim waistband. There's some surprise, unadvertised softness there.

It's getting dark and it's a Sunday, so I offer you a ride home. Outside your house I give you a single long kiss. We promise eachother we'll do it again.

November 9th 2024 6:31pm

Dinner was great. You weren't shy with the appetizer and cleaned your plate. Plus two beers before dinner and another during. A girl who can put things away. The ice cream gambit somehow passes again. You weren't lying when you said you'd never turn it down.

Back to your place and this time I'm invited in.

Making out on your couch and I finally start to get a sense of your body. Not a big girl by any means, but under the sweater I can feel some evidence that you enjoy your indulgences. Round arms with some softness and just enough tummy to make me understand why you love your baggy sweaters. The beers, the appetizers, the dinner, and the obligatory ice cream certainly haven't minimized anything in that area.

Then the sweater's off and I can see how much strain is being put on those jeans. I get the impression that they fit a lot better in the not-so-distant past. I can tell your sucking in while I work on the button and once it's undone I hear and feel you exhale your relief. There's an angry red impression of a waistband circumnavigating your abdomen.

As my lips make their way down your body, they linger on your belly. Undoubtedly bloated but still with a seductive outer layer of softness.

November 10th 2024 10:13am

It's not until you finally get out of bed that I get the privilege of taking in your body as a whole in the soft morning light streaming in through sheer curtains. Smooth thighs and a modest but soft ass. Wide hips. A soft pooch significantly less pronounced after a night of digestion. Tits are a perky B cup and your round face is just as radiant first thing in the morning.

January 2nd 2025 5:54pm

The door is unlocked because you're expecting me. Knobs creak and the hiss of water quiets and then stops. You holler from the bathroom a greeting and that you'll be out in a minute. I take the opportunity to set the bags down on the coffee table and slip the pint of Ben & Jerry's into the freezer for later.

When you emerge, you're already in your PJs getting fully equipped for a night in. We go through the usual motions. You tell me how long your day was. How excited you are to relax tonight. How happy you are that I was down for a low key evening. I'm waiting for you on the couch listening and nodding and occasionally commenting on your words as you crack a couple beers and finally come join me. Once plopped down, you lean in to kiss me. Your hair is still wet from the shower and I feel a cold damp curl brush against my face. Then without missing a beat you open the laden take-out bag. "Oh my God YES! Thank you for grabbing this on your way over" as you heft out a full-sized burrito. "I'm *starving*! I've been looking forward to this all day!"

The opening credits roll across the TV and you start tearing into the fully-loaded burrito. Extra sour cream and guac just as you like it.

"My buddy recommended their carne asada quesadilla. You're welcome to try it" I offer, non-chalantly.

"Babe, you got a burrito and a quesadilla? You must have had an even longer day than me." But it's not for me. I'm trying a bit of an experiment, and I feel a tinge of guilt about it. All of our encounters center around food. Even if the main event of the date isn't supposed to be food, it always ends up circling back around to a big meal, and with each meal I've become more and more obsessed with watching you eat. It's so passionate, so unrestrained. You've always cleaned your plate with ease, and I just have to know how much you can fit in that belly before it starts to slow you down.

So the quesadilla is not for me. I just have to see if you'll eat it. I feel sneaky conducting an experiment on you like this, but I just can't take it. I'm obsessed. I have to know. So when I see you're just about to finish your burrito, I set the trap. I lay out the 12" quesadilla on the coffee table with a side of sour cream to entice you. It's cut up into six sections and I break the seal by taking the first one myself. It's dense and greasy. I know you'll love it and let you know. Your burrito is gone before long and you avow fullness, but sure enough after not-even-a-minute has passed, you idly slather a dollop of sour cream on a slice and start munching. You moan with pleasure and side eye me with an approving look and nod. In 20 minutes you're cleaning the last of the sour cream out of the cup with the last bite of the last slice.

That's my cue to grab the ice cream out of the freezer.

"Are you serious? A whole burrito, a quesadilla, and you're going for desert?" Aparantly you've kept the illusion that we split the quesadilla. "You're on your own, babe. I'm absolutely stuffed... And please, don't let me eat any of your quesadilla next time." You let out a performative groan and place your hands on your belly to show just how full you say you are.

As I sit down you lay back with a more sincere groan and rest your head on my lap. I take the first couple bites to myself to entice you, and sure enough, you catch my eyes and look up at me with your mouth open expectantly. Obediently, I spoon you a lump of rich, fatty cream. We alternate bites until about halfway through - as per usual - I stop eating my share and feed the rest to you.

By the time the movie's over you've eaten and entire burrito, all but a slice of a carne asada quesadilla, and appoximately 3/4s of a pint of ice cream, and you're feeling it. "Fuck, babe. You can't let me eat like that!" you whine "mmm... I'm so bloated."

I couldn't tell you what happened in a single scene of that movie, but I could recount in detail every single bite you took during that feast. Your head is still in my lap, so I know you're aware how hard I've been this whole time.

"Don't be mad, baby, but my stomach is too uncomfy to have sex tonight." Your breathing is strained and the occasional whimper escapes your lips.

"I need to go lie down" you say rubbing your distended belly under your loose, flowing nighty. "Will you cuddle me?" You pause as you waddle towards your bedroom and turn back to me. "And seriously, babe... sometimes you gotta take the food out of my hands."

I oblige the first request, but I've already decided that the extra servings are now a permanent part of the routine.

March 5th 2025 12:14pm

Social media reveals more to the story. Scroll back a year and we find a rail thin runner with toned muscles. A girl with medals and scholarships. Great distances on foot at impressive speeds. A girl with a strict workout regiment and extremely limited diet.

Then sometime around last spring there's a gap and when pics resume being posted in the fall the tight running outfits are no where to be seen. No pictures of you crossing finish lines with a drained expression. The focus is more on friends and food and beer. Smiles with a much less chisiled jawline. No more pictures in sports bras, but it seems a safe bet that those toned abs might a bit more hidden from here on out.

April 9th 2025 9:43pm

Conversation fills the story in even more. Growing up in an athletic family. Finding a knack for running in middle school and authority figures latching onto it. Keep working out. Eat right. Win. Years of praise for athletic acheivement and a toned body. Scholarships to go run in college. More pressure to push further. Run harder. Maintain. Extra weigtht only slows you down.

College ends and so does the competition, but not the conditioning. You're valued for your physique and athleticisim. What would you be if that was gone? What else is there? Just you?

What do you actually enjoy? How does your body want to be treated?

June 23rd 2025 10:58am

"Babe! The pancakes are ready!" I shout from the kitchen, but get no reply. You're supposed to be getting ready for the first beach day of the season with some mutual friends. "Babe? Everything okay in there?"

I see you there standing naked in front of the full length mirror. You're looking absolutely plump these days. We've been hanging out almost constantly. Most nights I'm either staying at your place or you're staying at mine, which means I'm either bringing or cooking you a feast most nights of the week. And everytime you eat until you're groaning. You're not even shy about it anymore. The little game we played at the beginning where I pretend to share the desert with you is dated. I just hand you the ice cream and you go to town. The donuts I bring to your house in the morning are all for you. The transition has occurred unspoken.

The bodily changes to this point have only been spoken of at a distance. An offhand remark about some pants no longer fitting. Another about a dress being too tight. No more than a handful in the months of constant growth. But it's been much more than a handful of pounds added. Smooth and supple thighs turned into large wobbly trunks of squish and cellulite. A cute shapely - if tastefully soft - ass widened out, made flabby and covered in dimples. That cute almost-pot belly made round, prominent, and unobscurable through near constant engorgement. On the verge of hanging any day now, but kept round by the newness of its fat and how fast it has all accumulated. A true wonder that pregnancy questions have yet to be proffered. A slightly pudgy, sorta curvy girl turned into a wide and round pear through her own ignorant gluttony.

The changes are all too obvious and prominent. The epitome of desirability to me. I tell you everyday, multiple times a day how beautiful I think you are, and how attracted I am to you at all times, but I haven't found the right moment to get into certain specifics of my attraction. This is partially because your feelings about your changing body have not been made known. It's created a strange tension. It's impossible that you're as ignorant as you seem. There's going to come a moment when you have to address it. When you're going to have to ask how have you gotten so fat and what are you going to do about it?

. . . Or you secretly love the changes. You love fattening yourself up *and* the changes that come with it. I mean, obviously you love what goes into making yourself this fat: copious amounts of rich and decadent food meticulously shoved into your ever greedier gut. But maybe you also love the result? Maybe you also love the soft sensuality. The evidence of pure gluttonous hedonism. But then why not be more open about it? Maybe your in the same position I am? Unwilling to share for fear of the other's reaction? Ashamed of actually liking being fat.

You don't notice me staring at you. You're too caught up with what you see in the mirror. I pause a moment to take in what I'm seeing. From the doorway I get a perfect profile view. It's truly impressive how far your gut is protruding today. Out past the tits - which, while definitely growing larger and softer, have been decidedly outpaced - and gradually curving until below the belly button where a particularly soft mound of fat curves quickly down and in to the subtle crease that separates your proturding gut from your deliciously fattened pubic mound. Looking up toward you face, you have the cutest round of fat below the chin, which wraps around obscuring your jawline completely and blending perfectly with your signature round chubby cheeks and greedy lips.

But then I see your eyes. Those usually radiant blue beacons are pink and puffy and I realize whats going on.

Without saying a word, I walk up behind you and wrap my arms around you. My body pressed comfortably into your soft ass and my arms sinking into your plump curves. A kiss on the neck "What's wrong baby?"

"Look at this" your voice shaky and you trace with your pudgy fingers faint pink parentheses forming on either side of your belly button. A sob escapes. "I'm a fucking pig" *sob* "I used to have abs!"

I knew this conversation was inevitable and imminent, but I never prepared, and now I'm choking on my words. How much do I say? Do I deny the obvious? Minimize? Just tell you how hot it's been watching you become a pig? Watching you stuff your growing body day after day? That those faint stretch marks are some of the hottest things I've ever seen? I try to give a little bit of space between us, because I don't want you to feel how hard I'm getting from you referring to yourself as a pig. It seems like an inopportune moment for an erection. "Baby, I . . ." Nothing comes.

"I'm so sorry!" *another sob* "You must be so disgusted with what I've done to myself!"

"No, baby! I'm more attracted to you now than the day we met. I find you sexier every single day. I tell you that all the time and I always mean it. You've put on a little weight, but you know I love your curves." It's the best I can manage, and it seems to have mitigated things, but I know I've only delayed what I should have come out with right then.

"You don't have to say that . . ." The sobbing has stopped but your face is still red and puffy and you're still sniveling as tear slide down your round cheeks. "Nobody is attracted to this," and you grab the roll of your lower belly and shake it. We both watch in the mirror as ripples roll up the curve of your gut and bounce your tits. I'm fully cocked beneathe my jeans and finding it even harder to think.

I grab you by your wide, soft hips and spin you around away from the mirror to face me. One hand reaches up to your puffy pink face to wipe a tear off your soft cheek. "You know how sexy I think you are. Haven't I told you enough times? Don't I show you every day?" My other hand slowly makes its way up. Gently tracing your curves and delicately fingering your side rolls before abrubtly heading back down to your spacious, fat ass and pulling you in tight to me. Your soft belly squishes up against me before anything else, and the area right below your belly button presses right into my crotch and I know you can feel me pressing through my jeans.

The look in your eye changes from sorrow to lust as you take your queue to start unbuttoning my pants. "Good girl."

. . .

You decide to go for less pancakes than usual, but it's followed by a particularly heavy lunch and above average amount of snacking before dinner.

July 6th, 2025 11:37am

You return to the couch with a long slice of leftover pizza from the night before, dangling the tip above your head and lowering into your mouth for the first bite. It's only been an hour since you cleaned a couple plates of french toast - I didn't keep track of slices of bacon this time - but this isn't out of the ordinary.

The twist comes when you climb up on top of me to straddle my lap. Another bite of pizza. You're not usually much of a lap girl. You've gotten to be a big girl as I've remained fairly lanky. You don't even take the top during sex very often. This was the case even before the bulk of the weight gain, but now you get visibly winded from that sort of exertion. The weight is a lot to handle, but I'm not complaining.

You pull your robe back to display every roll. In a distracted tone you say, "I think you like fat girls," and take another bite of pizza as if you're trying to underscore how decietfully nonchalant your last statement was.

My mouth opens but nothing comes out as I feel my face get flush. This is not how I expected the morning to go, but I'm getting the feeling that this has been in the chamber for a few days. I'm exactly where you want me.

"I've been thinking a lot since my little break-down last weekend about what I want to do. I know I've gotten fat." The hand not holding the pizza finds its way to your soft belly and idly carresses it. "Ever since I quit track, I've been gaining weight. I felt so limited for so long, and it felt so unhealthy even when I was young, but I was told it was necessary. I did really enjoy competing, but it came at a cost I never took the time to consider. I felt distant from my own body, and everything in my life was structured around the time it took me to run around the track. The thrill of competition had subsumed everything else I used to enjoy. I wasn't even sure what those things were anymore."

Another bite of pizza before continuing slightly muffled through a mouth full of food. "After I quit, I wanted to rehabilitate my relationship with my body, with food, and with myself in a healthy way. I made the conscious decision not to think about it, follow what brought me joy, and see where it goes. I was rail thin - that was only a few months before you met me - so of course some weight started to come on. I got to a 'healthy weight' in basically no time, and it felt great. It didn't cross my mind to stop there."

Another bite, and now you're rambling. You seem lost in your own thoughts; letting loose the pressure they've built up inside your head. My eyes are fixated on you but your eyes are off somewhere else. "By the time I met you I was feeling pudgy and just getting back into dating. I was honestly feeling pretty insecure, but you immediately made me feel beautiful. I felt so free with you. I had gotten so good at not thinking and following joy and pleasure, and you were bringing me so much of both. You really felt like the embodiment of what I had been calling into my life."

More pizza. A little bit of sauce on your chin gets wiped off with your free hand before returning it to rest on your stomach. "I know it's kind of your fault." A little smirk flashes on your face as you take a pause to look at me for a moment observe mine getting even redder before returning your gaze to the distance beyond the walls of our living room. "But not completely." I audibly exhale. "You just facilitated - and maybe expedited - the process I was already in the midst of. I was the one constantly making the unconscious decision to keep eating everything you put in front of me. Your main contibution to all of this," and you trace the curve of your belly with a light stroke of your finger to make sure there was no confusion of what 'this' referred to, "was reinforcement. You kept reminding me I was beautiful, and I could feel you meant it with every look and every enthusiastic night. And as embarrassed and insecure as I've been feeling, I actually was feeling beautiful in a way, in large part thanks to you. Maybe I feel it now more than I ever have . . . I feel so femine with my soft curves after feeling so hard and mechanical during my life as an athlete. I feel like I'm really in my own body." This last remark makes your eyes start to well up as they continue to stare off into nothing.

Another bite, and it's almost gone. "But my favorite part - the part I always come back to - has been the freedom of indulgence. I've been able to just eat and eat anything and everything I want at anytime, and because I'm with you, without judgement. I just *looove* the feeling of having my belly filled to the brim with delicious food. I feel so decadent and nourished. It's a feeling I was never allowed to have or allowed myself to have for pretty much my entire life. I just can't seem to get enough of it. Everytime I've gotten lost in my insecurities and think about stopping or slowing down, I just think about the joy of free indulgence, the safety and satisfaction of a full belly, and she begins to grumble," and you softly circle your round hanging paunch with the palm of a pudgy hand. "I just don't think I want to stop . . ."

You shove the remaining hunk of crust in your mouth and slowly come out of your revery and look down at me, face flush and looking up at you with mouth agape. I'm starting to really feel your weight crushing my legs and impeding blood flow.

Now your face gets flushed after you realize the extent of all you've just shared. You're feeling shy again all of a sudden and avert your eyes from my star struck gaze. The two seconds of tension feels like an eternity for us both.

"Baby . . ." I pause trying to process everything I've just heard while my thighs scream at me to get this massive load off of me. "I . . . I don't want you to stop. And for my part, I couldn't stop feeding you if I tried. My greatest joy is spoiling and pampering you. Watching you indulge the way you do is the sexiest thing I've ever witnessed. I want nothing more than to help you continue to fulfill your desires for the rest of my life. I love you. I love everything about you, and I love every inch of you, and I love you even more with every added inch. I do like fat girls, but I love you, and I'd love you at any size." Now my hands are beginning to explore and grope and squeeze every delectable roll they find. "But I am glad your are the size you are. I've always only ever wanted to spoil you: to give you everything you desire, and the way your gorgeous body has developed if just a bonus." I pull the robe off your shoulders to reveal the whole mass of your big blubbery body, then I pull you in closer to me feeling my torso sink into the squish of all your accumulated lard and kiss you on your greedy, greasy pursed lips.

[king-crawler]

HEY HI HELLO

Sorry for the random message here In the asks, it's ok if you don't see this or answer it since you probably got a lot already and I understand if you don't see this!/gen

But first of all, I just wanna say

I CANT BELIEVE I HAVENT WATCHED YOUR ANALYSIS VIDEO SOONER IM SO FUCKING LATE MAN

It's so well done and so fucking funny, I was literally smiling and cackling through the whole thing, it's shocking how similar our humor is

NOT TO MENTION THE END SCENE AREE YOU KIDDING HOW DID YOU MATCH THE LYRICS SO PERFECTLY TO THE FUCKING LORE ITS INCREDIBLE 😭💜/GEN, POS

It's insane how much dedication is put into it, let alone singlehandedly feeding turbo fans as myself

Genuinely thought it's so nice seeing more content for a hyperfixation I've had since 2012, and the fandom coming back along with this video Genuinely brings me so much joy as someone who's loved this movie since I was a kid

Sorry for the ramble but genuinely thank you for making that video, I can't wait to see what other stuff you do, wreck it ralph or not I WILL be tuning in/gen, pos

Okay second of all

The main reason why I'm sending this is because of sometning I noticed while rewatching a scene in the movie

Now, this might be me over analyzing as I usually do but it feels TOO. OBVIOUS.

SO

IN the kart bakery scene where vanellope and ralph go to bake a kart, they obviously make their way into the building and into the main room

You see all the Karts of course, and It pans to the one vanellope chooses

Which, at first glance you wouldn't really pay too much attention, especially when watching it for the first time, she's just picking the model she likes

..but looking back at the scene

Vanellope's kart model, how it was supposed to look, looks very

Familiar

Because the kart she chose..

...is a red and white kart

With stripes down the middle, with a very similar shape to a..certain persons kart. Now this might just be nothing, it's probably just like I said, and over analysis on my part

But the kart the chose looks WAY too similar to turbo's, not to mention the stripe is down the middle, just like turbo's car on the cabinet art of him

And vanellope could've chosen ANY kart

But it was that specific kart she chose, out of any of the karts

Not to mention in some of vanellope's concept art...

(Art made by Lorelay Bove)

..Vanellope's concept design and turbos designs strike SCARILY uncanny resemblances to each others designs

From the helmet and colors

All the way down to her GOGGLES having the SAME. YELLOW. TINT. that candy's have in the movie, which have the same effect here. There's no way that this didn't have the intent to mirror turbo purposefully

So with that in mind, the kart vanellope chose in the kart bakery scene being turbo foreshadowing, wouldn't be too out of place, nor would it be too far off

Turbo's foreshadowing was always prominent, even in the smallest details you wouldn't focus on, just like he's infecting this world as a virus, little by little, everywhere. You. Turn.

Aaaand that's basically all I have to really say

Sorry for the long ramble, I've been thinking of submitting this for awhile now, especially after I told a friend about this and they mentioned that this should be submitted to you

So I decided to go ahead and just do it, no matter how wild my comparisons might sound-

Anyways, I hope you have a good day, night, or what time it may be, and keep being awesome! I can't wait to hear back if you see this! Bye-bye! ❤️🏎🏆

P.s

I've been quoting these since I watched the video and haven't stopped

Thanks for destroying my humor even more-/pos

Okay bye bye now-

-skitters away-

NO YOU'RE SO FUCKING RIGHT OH MY GOD VANELLOPE WAS ALWAYS A TURBO PARALLEL??? CHAT IS THIS TRUE. IVE NEVER SEEN THAT CONCEPT ART OF HER TEEHEE THANKS FOR SHARING

also God. This is 99% just a coincidence with zero merit because its such a common gesture- but Ralph and Vanellope doing their thumbs up.. maybe Turbo parallels ?? and like the EXACT same poses too:

Vanellope having one hand on the steering wheel and the other doing a thumbs up while facing the camera.

Ralph hunched over doing the double thumbs up with the visor tinting his face yellow. EXCUSE ME HMMM?? WHAT THE FUCK??

NOW COULD I BE CHERRY PICKING? PERHAPS. but when Turbo has barely a minute of screentime, there's not a lot i can pick from, and things SURE ARE LINING UP... (I'm cherry picking)

SO SHHHHHH... ❤️❤️❤️❤️ LET ME HAVE MY LITTLE CONSPIRASCY

[luveline]

hiii!! i saw that you wanted some roan & eddie & reader requests sooo,, becuase barbie is trending so muchh i was wondering if you could write reader watching roan play with her barbies and instantly taken back to her childhood and getting very emotional ??

i mean its whats happening to me being reminded how much ive grown and how much effect those dolls had on me soo yeah 😭

tysm ♡ eddie and roan

A long, creaking squeal sounds from Roan when you come home. Eddie plugs his ears, knowing exactly what it is you have in the huge plastic bag at your waist —Roan's special treats, as previously discussed, for being such a lovely girl lately. 

It might be a silly thing to treat her for, but she deserves toys before any amazing behaviour, and you have the extra money to buy them. Why shouldn't she get them? You and Eddie chatted some while you were at work that morning, trying to choose what toys to get. 

"I haven't bought her toys by myself since we first met, what if I pick something crappy?" you'd worried. 

Eddie gave it a little bit of thought, hand twined in the curling wire of the telephone, slouched as he usually does against the back wall of the shop. "Hey, she hasn't had any new dolls since Christmas. They'd go over nicely. Or she always likes a new dress. I'm sure you'll find something when you're there. You can get me something fun at the same time if you want." 

You'd laughed at his joke and, if the light in your eyes now is anything to go off of, managed to find some presents you're happy with.

"Naddy's Toy Emporium!?" Roan shouts, rocketing off of the couch where she'd been standing waiting for you. 

You've a nightly routine, hugging her when you come home like your life depends on it, but clearly Roan has decided the hug can wait. For once, Eddie's finished dinner before you're return, so he has a good seat on the couch to watch everything unfold. 

You let her grab the bag's sides but lift it a touch when she tries to take it. "Hey, they're for you, I promise, but let's come inside and put them on the table!" 

Roan squeals and knocks into Eddie's knees. He sits up and grabs her gently by the waist, hoisting her onto his lap. You sit on the couch cushion trampled flat by Roan's feet, pulling the play table where she likes to eat her snacks closer. 

"Are you doing the speech?" you ask Eddie, putting down the bag. 

He grins. "Ro," he begins, turning skewiff, her back to the couch to allow you both a great view of her face, "you've been a really good girl, lately. Do you know that? You've been eating all your dinner, no tantrums before school, and now you're even starting to help clean up around the house. So me and Y/N just want you to know how proud we are and how awesome we think you are." 

"And we think all this awesome deserves some presents because we love you," you say. "Do you want the smallest or the biggest one first?" 

There's lots of nice presents. You've stayed within the confines of the agreed budget, which is a feat for you (as you love to spoil her). There's five new barbies, one of which comes with a car, and the other a puppy dog. They have clothes, accessories, and an abundance of plastic he needs to cut away with scissors. His hand is welted red by the time he's through. 

You also bought her a glittery lip gloss to replace the one she lost a few weeks ago. The proof of it sparkles on your cheek and Eddie's, twin thank yous. 

You go quiet as Roan retreats to her satin princess tent, driving the pink corvette back and forth as she makes the barbies talk to one another. 

"You okay?" he asks. You'd been wearing this huge smile for the last twenty minutes and now it's gone, he hates it. "I've been thinking maybe you deserve something nice, too." 

You smile weakly. Okay, so you're not wanting anything. 

"Dinner should be ready soon." 

"Thanks, Eddie." 

He gives up. He's about as subtle as a feather boa and you love him that way, drifting down toward your arm, his face smashing into your shoulder. "What's wrong?" 

You put your head atop his. "Well, I'm just thinking." 

"I may not look like it, but I think too, occasionally. Share with me." 

You push his arm until he sits up and sinks down into his side instead. Eddie supposes you're allowed, even if usually he'd call it sexist or selfish. "I had a lot of fun picking those out today, and I kept thinking about the look on her face…"

Eddie hums to show he's listening. Kisses the top of your head 'cos he can. "Yeah?" 

"I just remembered being her age. Do you remember wanting something really badly? There was something so nice about getting to grab a kart and– and to just stand there debating which ones to get." 

Eddie toys with your pinky finger. "That's not everything, is it?" 

Your smile presses against his arm, a deep emotion in your voice that's hard to pin. "Watching her makes me remember. Being a kid, playing make believe. I'll never be that young ever again, and there's no way to go back. But I," —you take in a steadying breath— "don't mind. I love seeing her so happy." 

He intertwines your fingers between his, shorter and a little bit softer than his. He soaks in your presence for a moment, the smell of you, your tiny sounds, the secret you've shared with him. You're a mixture of sad and happy. He's not sure which one overpowers which, only that they're hitting you hard. 

"There's lots of cool shit that comes with being a parent. You know the best one?" he asks you, raising his eyebrows at you with a fondness lining his lips. 

"No?" 

"You can play games without anyone judging you. I know it's not the same as being a kid again, but it's close." 

"Yeah?" you ask, sitting up. "You'll come play too, right?" 

Eddie casts his gaze to his daughter where she chit chats on the floor. "Hey, Roanie? Can we come play with you?" 

Roan is almost as pleased as when she first laid eyes on her treasure trove of dolls. 

[noroi1000]

I don't want you as my husband anymore

Summary: Your husband was just waiting for you at home. Why did he let a woman who pretended to be your friend into his house? Why did this day become the worst of his life? That's why he had to lose you over one stupid misunderstanding?

Warnings: Angst, divorce

The doorknob was tightened in the hand of Gojo Satoru who approached the bright entrance door right after he heard the doorbell.

He opened the door halfway to see a radiantly smiling woman he thought he had seen before.

Her smile that seemed nice. She had some business? Probably...

Well, he had no memory for people. The one he focused on the most was you. He remembered everything he needed to about you. That is, even the smallest detail. After all, you are his wife.

This woman who came to your house... She's a sorcerer, isn't she? He must have seen her at a meeting once.

Oh yes! That's her! She looked at him for half an hour and thought he hadn't seen it!

Well, he didn't want to see it. He was more focused on not bantering with you as you sat in the seat next to him. And to calm him down, he was given your hand to hold. But his senses clearly told him that he was being watched. That's why he knew exactly what was going on. It was enough for him to turn to the side once and see the woman boring her eyes into him with sparkles.

"G-Gojo-sama?" she said with a slight stutter and a smile.

"Who are you? And why are you there?" he asked a little coldly.

He was just busy right now.

And if she came here, she must have had a clear reason.

"Oh i'm..." She stopped for a moment and looked, not discreetly, at his finger with the wedding ring. "I'm an old friend of your wife. (y/n)! Is she home?"

She was your friend?

Well, you talked to your friends sometimes and met them. Even after you got married, you didn't leave your old life with your family and friends. Is it possible that she is your friend that he hasn't met yet?

Or maybe then, during the meeting, the woman looked at you to check if it was really you?

"(y/n) is on a mission abroad. She'll be back soon. I'm waiting for her." He replied to the woman.

"Could I wait for her? I really want to see her after all the time we haven't seen each other!" She said enthusiastically.

Even though her real goal wasn't to meet you, he couldn't confirm that. She didn't even know you. She only knew that your name was (y/n). And also that you are the wife of the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer. Someone she wanted...

Gojo Satoru was so handsome.

If she could break up your marriage, she would win.

Your sad ex-husband will need some comfort after you hate him. That's why she will be there. To give him the great relief he will deserve after you get a divorce.

Sighing, the white-haired man let her in, pointing to the couch.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"No thanks. I'll wait for (y/n) to come home." She replied, sitting down almost elegantly.

"I'll be right back." he said as he went upstairs, leaving her alone in the living room.

"So... Can Gojo Satoru be mine?" she whispered to herself as she dug through her purse for something. "Of course he can be mine!"

She said, looking at the small sachet of white powder she opened. She grabbed the coffee mug that was next to the empty cake plate on the other side.

There wasn't much coffee there. But there was enough there that he didn't throw it away.

Without caring about the proportions, she simply threw everything into the brown aromatic liquid and mixed it with the spoon the man used to eat the cake.

"How many will I need?" she wondered, counting the condoms in her purse and looking at the spare underwear.

"Sorry, I'm back. (y/n) should be here soon." he said and very lazily sat down on the couch, reaching for his mug.

Her heart beat faster as she watched with a smile as his visibly soft lips touched the rim of the cup and he took a sip.

Big gulp. Grimacing, he looked at the coffee inside and saw nothing strange.

Did he put spoiled milk in there and that's why it tastes so strange? Or maybe it was left in the cup too long? It is impossible. When he drank it before, he didn't feel any strange taste. Especially not the way he feels now.

A moment later, his vision was slightly blurry.

U then realized something.

"What did you add here?!" he growled, standing up with his hand on his forehead. The dizziness in his head prevented him from standing straight.

"Don't move or you'll fall." She said and stood up, showing false concern.

Pushing him onto the couch, she jumped on his lap, touching his jaw and neck. Cuddling against his chest.

Cursed herbs will affect even the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer. Dried extract of plants that grew with cursed energy.

It's a real drug that works on sorcerers. Even those immune to the poison can't escape it.

Therefore, Gojo Satoru was defenseless for some time.

"You–..." He growled but she covered his mouth with her hand.

"Shh... You'll feel better soon."

She placed her lips on his, holding him tightly so he couldn't break free from her embrace.

He was stunned. He didn't feel what she did. And just as he was about to push her away, the door opened.

She thought of perfect timing.

But at the same moment he felt his world stop. Coldness washed over his body. The heart seemed to stop beating.

Your eyes met his, and you couldn't see the difference in his pupils. His eyes look the same when he's excited. Dilated pupils.

While you're gone, your husband is having a lot of fun...

Some people have told you not to marry him because he is probably unfaithful. You didn't want to believe them. Because you loved your boyfriend who became your husband. You even planned to start a family. But unfortunately, your plans have gone too far.

You didn't take this into account.

Who knows how many times it was the same?

I guess this time, Satoru didn't manage to finish in time.

Or he did it on purpose to show you that he doesn't love you anymore.

You were a sorcerer. You couldn't be soft.

But you had a hard time holding back your tears.

"(y-y/n)!” he said quickly and pushed the woman away after gathering his strength.

He stood up to approach you, but at that moment you slapped him hard on the cheek, leaving a red mark there.

You saw how his eyes were slightly red, but also tired.

You had no other explanation for this situation. There are condoms and underwear on the sofa next to the purse. Your husband with red lipstick on his skin from the kisses he received from the woman.

From his love that he didn't tell you about.

Breathing harder to avoid tears, you took notice of his slightly tired appearance.

You didn't know it was all because of the cursed drug he was drugged with.

"If you are so tired after sleepless nights, I advise you to rest and not play any more." You said in a dry tone, so that he wouldn't think that you were suffering because of him.

Even if your heart hurts so much.

"(y/n)...I..." He whispered, reaching for you, but you moved away from him.

Dizziness prevented him from standing straight.

"I won't bother you any longer. I have something to do."

"It's not what you think -."

"Hah! While I'm away from home for a week or more, you'll have some fun with your lovers! That's what I see here! And you have no proof for me to believe you! It's simply impossible that after what I see now, anything was good! Where is your wedding vow?! They were just words, right?!'

"..." He clenched his jaw.

"Exactly! After all these years, it turns out that you never wanted me like I wanted you!" you screamed with tears in your eyes.. And you ripped the ring off your finger, throwing it at him. "And shove this ring up your ass! I don't want you to be my husband anymore!"

He grabbed the wedding ring as if his life depended on it. As if it was his lifeline.

Leaving the house, you quickly drove away in your car before he could see your tears.

"You're pleased with yourself, aren't you?" he whispered as he stood motionless in the same place.

"Isn't that good? If she reacts like that, she's not worth-."

"Don't ever appear before my eyes again!"

Her neck was tightened by invisible energy.

She felt that her life would always be in danger from now on.

Hot tears streamed uncontrollably down his face as he looked at the ring you had thrown away. A ring that showed you your love and sealed the vows you made to each other.

Gold that will never be warmed by your finger again because you rejected it.

Because of one stupid misunderstanding.

He was a wreck when you were away from home for almost a month. You didn't answer his phone. You showed no sign of life.

He knew you needed to calm down.

And when he saw you at the door of his house, he wanted to take you in his arms.

Your wedding ring on a chain around his neck. It was waiting to be on your finger again.

The sight of sheets of paper carefully wrapped in transparent foil stopped him from feeling happy to see you.

Literally like you poured a tanker of ice water on him, you handed him the divorce papers, asking him to sign it and mail it to your address.

_______

There were dark circles under his eyes as he sat on the bench as you both waited for your court date.

He refused to sign the divorce papers for months. You didn't want to listen to his explanations and that's why you went on foreign missions so as not to return to Japan.

You went on a month-long mission to the USA. While he kept emailing you.

Each one is probably over two thousand words long. Literally as if he was writing a book about his innocence.

Once you read that one short email he sent. You couldn't believe what he was trying to explain to you.

You deleted it without replying.

Every day you got an email describing his "innocence".

You didn't read any of this.

You saw on social media that he was still active. Like a madman had been waiting all day and night for you to answer him.

When Nobara sent you photos of their missions while they were in interesting places, when you saw your husband there, all you saw was the wreck of the man he had become.

You have to admit that he was looking at him. He rarely smiled like he used to in any photo. His hair was a little longer at the bangs. More pale.

But there was still a wedding ring on his finger.

You once got an email from Kugisaki just about him.

„We know you're getting a divorce, but (y/n)-sensei, there's something wrong with Gojo-sensei. He's weird after what happened."

She was the one who wrote to you and later sent a few attached photos that they took secretly.

Satoru, not smiling at all, wearing a blindfold as he sat alone in the classroom.

He was without a blindfold as he looked tiredly at the documents from the missions he completed.

His lips were not shiny. Just like the eyes. Black circles under his eyes and coffee cans next to him showed that he was holding back sleep.

A photo from the cafe you went to.

And he who ordered two of your favorite desserts while sitting alone at your favorite table. Eating slowly with tired, lifeless eyes.

And at the end there's a recording that they definitely took at the wrong time, because it was in his office.

He was sitting in front of the documents you brought him.

Pen above the signature place.

He hesitated. And he cried not knowing what he should do. Only for him to throw the pen at the wall and hide his eyes in his hand, crying.

What was happening to him... It wasn't the behavior you expected.

But that didn't change the fact that you were the one who was hurt more.

It wasn't you who betrayed him, he betrayed you.

A few days later you got a message from him. You wanted to ignore it. But it was very short.

Two sentences.

“I signed the divorce papers. We can meet?"

You could feel the sadness emanating from those words. As if he had soaked those words with his depression.

"Fuck! You were supposed to have it signed!" You shouted then as you returned to Japan to get this divorce done quickly.

"I had to get you home somehow." he said calmly, looking at you.

"No!" You screamed and wanted to start walking away.

His hand grabbed yours gently.

"Please don't go... Please... I have something to show you..."

He pulled out his phone to start the recording.

You ripped your hand from his, screaming at him in tears.

"I'm not here to watch your damn videos! I'm here to take the divorce papers you signed!"

He regretted what you said then...

Seeing him sitting next to you in a dark suit, his eyelids as dark as his black shoes.

He seemed very pale. His hair hadn't been trimmed properly in a while.

"You could have signed it… We wouldn't have to be here now…” you said while sitting next to him.

"...I don't want to get into a divorce..." he whispered quietly. Knowing you won't listen to him anyway.

"That's why we're here... Because you can't write two words to make us free from each other."

"I don't want to divorce you!" he said louder, looking at you now. Tears gathering in his eyes.

Before you could say anything, Nanami who was with you as a witness appeared in front of you.

"We start in half an hour." he said to you.

You nodded sadly.

Looking at the blonde, White-haired felt as if his world had just ended.

A grimace appeared on his face and thick tears began to flow from his eyes.

A soft whimper escaped his lips as he buried his face in his hands, crying.

"(y/n), Wait a moment."

You turned to look at Nanami who had approached you before you entered the elevator.

"I think you should see it. You may not be up for any drama, but you really should know better."

You looked at your phone with the discreet recording. The same woman as in your house.

„Gojo Satoru? Yes! Exactly! I managed to add some of the dust I received! Yes! It worked perfectly! Within a minute the results were visible! Thanks to this, my plan worked! When his wife saw this, she left immediately! They are now going through a divorce! I will be the perfect future girlfriend for him, right?!”

Your eyes widened as much as possible when you saw this video.

Something done by clever students who cannot watch you suffer.

"This..." You pointed to your phone and looked at the blonde.

"You should ask him yourself. Why do you think he took so long to explain this to you?"

"...(y/n)..." You looked to the side, seeing the man in your life heading towards the elevator.

You followed him and entered the elevator to go to the third floor for your court hearing.

"I know that no matter what happens now, you still want to divorce me... But... I want you to take it...

He handed you your wedding ring on a gold chain.

"You can do whatever you want with it. Throw it away, sell it... I just want to know that you have it. It's your property. And I want to know that it's in your hands. Just like my heart always was..." he said the last sentence more quietly.

"... Satoru..."

"I'm sorry I hurt you... I don't even know why it happened that way... I was just waiting for you to come back. And that turned into the worst days of my life... I know that no matter what I say, you won't change your mind and you will still hate me. Today everything you wanted from that day will happen." he smiled sadly. "You won't be my wife anymore... Just... I just want to tell you one last time that I love you and have always loved you... I will always love you... If divorce is what you want, I won't say any objections... I... I'm sorry... I'm sorry that I wasn't the perfect husband for you..."

Your heart ached as you listened to this. Suddenly the lights in the elevator went out and you stopped.

(Nanami who punched the panel which caused a short circuit lol. Just to give you guys time to reconcile)

"I can show you something?"

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, not caring.

You watched out of the corner of your eye at the recording he was sending you this whole time.

A woman who pours something into his cup and when he comes back, all this happens.

You weren't paying attention to what was there.

You looked at your husband's sad, tired eyes.

Seeing the tears in the corners of his eyes, you looked at his face as he watched the video for the hundredth time..

He wondered what he did wrong...

You gritted your teeth and threw his phone out of his hand.

He sighed shakily. And before he could reach for the device, you punched his chest.

"Why the fuck can I always forgive you?! Why the fuck do I have to love you all the time?! Why did I have to believe it immediately after Nanami showed me the recording??! Why am I the one who made the biggest mistakes again?!" You screamed, crying.

As you rested your forehead against his chest, he felt his heart speed up with hope.

"Why the fuck can't you really be guilty...?"

Lifting your head with his hand, he looked at your face with a sad smile. Wiping away tears with his thumb.

"...Because I truly love you... And I would never do something like that to you..." he whispered.

With a loud cry, you jumped into his arms, soaking his shirt.

"...Can I be your husband...?" he asked quietly.

"Damn idiot!"

You tugged on his collar, pulling him down.

And you pressed your lips against his tightly, feeling your tears pool on your cheeks.

And all you want now is to go home with your husband.

Requested by @weebotaku21

[airysthinkingbox]

I saw the "rant" idk how to call it about parrot and how most people sees him as

AND OH MY GOD THATS SO TRUE, PARROT IS JUST SOOO

Like he's not a villain persay but he's not a good guy ether, most of what he does is for himself.

We actually see that happened a few time especially in recent episodes

He's selfish, he's a narcissist but because he work for a somewhat good thing and out of the main 3 now 4 he is the more "good" one

I've even seen people say that he was lawful good, and I disagree with that as he's not good, he's true neutral at best

i completely agree oh my god im glad im calling fellow uuparrot dislikers with that post

all of the protagonists are, objectively, bad people. they've each killed, lied, schemed, scammed, and more to other characters, even other protags. but, at the same time, you can justify that they are all also objectively good people (except maybe spoke bro, he's the closest to a villain protagonist). they care about and protect their friends and those close to them (parrot with dean, wifies, the farlands, prison break gang, and BAT. wemmbu with egg, rejoice, and lopezz. spoke with mapicc and leo during the infiltration episode. flame with ashen). they all do things typically considered "heroic" but they also do things that are considered "villainous" (parrot killing that one innocent guy at the start of his finale episode, risking BAT's life for his own. wemmbu with her several counts of murder and "mistreating" of egg, rejoice, and lopezz. spoke with... his entire season 2... and killing rose. flame with terrorizing wemmbu and also having several counts of murder).

i don't fault any of them for their villainous deeds. parrot genuinely thought the guy was a spy for the mafia, and hasn't learned to care for anyone outside of wifies around most of the "BAT risking their lives for him" incidents. all wemmbu's known on this server has been to kill, it's only natural that'd she think it's her only use. spoke is.. well, spoke (he is so irredeemable oh my god). and we don't know enough about flame to make a judgement on his character yet, but we can still tell that he does it because he CARES.

i also will not put them on a pedestal for the smallest heroic deed- which is something i think a lot of uuparrot fans struggle with. parrot does ONE good thing and he's considered the best protagonist, but (and using wemmbu as a comparison as he has the secondmost uu episodes) wemmbu has to do so many good things to even TRY to compete with parrot. they've all done equally terrible things- some i haven't named simply because i can't think of them right now- so it makes no sense why we put parrot above the other protagonists.

i specifically compared parrot and wemmbu, as they had both gone through the same thing- watching their friend die in front of them. parrot gets sympathy from fans because of odyssey duo and he's so closed off about it. that's understandable and i don't fault parrot for shutting down after his longest known friend on the server died in front of him. but parrot sympathizers make him seem like an angel who lost its wings.

wemmbu went through the same thing- not only having rejoice die in front of her eyes, but also have egg leave her not to long after. eggchan, the person wemmbu knew BEFORE unstable. eggchan, the person who has been by wemmbu's side in her darkest and brightest moments. i imagine rejoice's death hit harder too, as he died RIGHT in front of wemmbu, said his last words to her.

im not saying wifies' death didn't have an emotional impact, but we shouldn't put down the emotional impact wemmbu had from rejoice's death either.

we should NOT be villainizing wemmbu for dealing with her grief differently than parrot. they both close off and don't talk about it; the difference being that parrot actually does NOTHING about it, and by nothing i mean NOTHING- meanwhile wemmbu lashed out. she got angry. she trapped jaden in the abandoned/ancient civ. she killed those new players. she got blood on her hands. it's all she's ever known on this server, so why wouldn't it be her coping mechanism as well?

we shouldn't be placing them on unequal moral stand points. all of the protagonists are terrible, god awful people that you wouldn't want to be your friend in real life. None. Of. Them. not even precious parrotx2.

[liamket]

"Huh?"

"I said," Legend kept a firm tone "that you should consider the option of a full-rested night"

Four understood why was he saying this, he didn't woke up the veteran last night to his shift and decided to stay more late than he should've.

In my defense, Vio tried to justify himself. that book was interesting.

"Maybe, thanks for your suggestion" He turned back to reading his book, it was too early for getting scolded by their veteran.

"It wasn't a suggestion" That firm tone didn't leave, this time stronger "This is already the fifth time! And don't act like you don't get affected by this, I've noticed how clumsly you're getting each fight we get into"

He has a point, at this rate we will really get injuried. Green was considering Legend's words.

Sure, if they took other's shifts the rest of them will be having more rest, even if it means that they will be getting more and more wore off.

"If Rulie finds out that you got yourself injured just because you decided that sleeping is for the weak, may Farore protect your soul" Legend didn't say anything else and walked away, letting the cup that he brought to Four next to them.

They grabbed it and took a sip. Oh, its chamomile tea! and with honey! That was a sweet gesture from the pink-haired hero.

He could've brought coffee, its so much better if he wants us to not be all tired during fights. Blue showed aside the warm color, not too happy with their drink.

That's true, but right now? Some tea wouldn't do harm It was a little late and camp was already set up, there will not be any problem if they just fell asleep.

Aw, but I wanted to finish that book. We can read it tomorrow! I also want to see the ending. I bet the traitor is the hunter, he seems really suspicious. 50 rupees that it is the sorcerer. Deal!. Stop doing bets with our money!. Its the musician one!. RED-

---

Wild thought that some tea would help them to relax from their last fight, a horde like that could easily take all energy from any warrior. But it wasn't the main reason that he decided to use his chamomile reserve.

Legend came to him some hours ago to talk about something, he thought that it was about something from the fight, sure he was getting too much with the throwing-almost-broken-weapons thing, but it worked!

"Listen," The vet hushed, coming closer to the champion "I'm not sure if you already noticed, but haven't you seen Four acting a little off?"

Oh, so this was about their smithy.

"Uhm, no? I mean, he's been a little more..." How was it called?

"Clumsy? Distracted? Tired-looking?" Legend gave some options.

"Tired-looking, yeah" It is more often that he finds their smallest hero nodding off while traveling. "Why the question?"

He knew Legend, he could come as cold and a little harsh, but if he was asking this it must be for a reason.

"I know why, he has been taking longer shifts more and more frequently. I want you to help me to get him rest today, the whole night without interruptions" He kept the tone down, trying to not catch anyone's attention.

So, helping the smith to sleep? An easy task, he can do some tea and it will be it.

When the camp was set he started working, putting the water to boil and preparing the chamomile that he got from Twilight's era. After half an hour he went to give each one of the chain a cup, some with extra honey and others without nothing to make it sweeter. It was weird, drinking almost plain water, but he will not judge.

For Four he prepared a cup with some extra things; some mint leafs, a little bit of linden and, of course, sweet honey that Legend gave him specifically for the smithy's cup.

He send the veteran to deliver the special cup, and then went to work on their dinner.

Broth will make their stomachs warm, they skipped lunch and something with a lot of nutriens will do well for them. When Wild went to give the last bowl of dinner he found the results of Legend's plan.

Four was calmly sleeping, resting his back on the tree that he was sitting next earlier, with an open book and his bag slighly open next to him.

It would be mean to wake him up, so he left the bowl next to the smithy with a cloth covering it to keep it warm and free of bugs, made sure that his bag was closed (Wind will take any opportunity to stick his nose in anyone's bag) and covered him with a blanked.

Wild went back with the rest of the Chain to talk and finish his own portion. The only thing that was haunting his mind now was the musician being the traitor, but he didn't know who was the one that he betrayed. He needs to ask Four to let him borrow a copy of that book tomorrow.

[blacklegsanjiii]

I just realised something with the kid of warlords AU: the seraphims!!

Cause they still have some of the same character quirks like the real ones (like hancocks crush on luffy and mihawks interest in zoros skill) so put it Sanji aka their kid, their lil boy

They see him walking around and randomly start lecturing him or hugging or whatever the fuck, idk its really funny in my head

Maybe since vegapunk works for the marines and world goverment and they mustve known about sanji being the warlords kid, theres a lil seraphim sanji? Idk idk

That's so cute! It reminds me of these asks from a while ago when warlord!Sanji was fairly new. Sanni is staring at the little Jinbei and Jinbei is also staring at little him because it's a possibility it could be his kid. Then before Zoro fights the little Mihawk with star eyes and white hair and black wings in front of him who reaches out to him but the little Hancock rushes to him first and hugs him. Everyone is staring at the seraphim in wonder because the crew doesn't know yet. Sanji and Jinbei haven't mentioned this so when little Jinbei yanks Sanji down by his shirt so that the seraphim can look him over it's weird. Then the seraphim pull away as one more comes in and it's a little Sanji looking like him as the others crowd around the smallest seraphim, clearly younger than the others.

Everyone is staring at them and then at Sanji and Jinbei and then back and forth. Sanji is looking confused at them as they try to figure out what's going on but then all the fights start breaking out and the group starts fracturing. When the run into Bonney and Kuma, who Sanji knows and grew up with and was kind of surprised was a Revolutionary in secret. No wonder he never participated in the weird hand off. Turns out Bonney is his daughter too so that's just...wild to Sanji. Sanji is just hoping that no one is going to ask too many questions even after he fights Kizaru and Saturn and Jupiter. Kizaru recognizes him and Luffy is confused and asks if this has to do with little him and Sanji says he'll explain everything after they get out of here. Kizaru keeps calling him 'little warlord' because of his parents and he's smiling and trying to catch up during the fight but Sanji is like 'not the time!' as Sanji starts escaping with Vegapunk.

When all is said and done and they're leaving with Kuma, Bonney, and the seraphim everyone immediately starts asking Sanji questions about that except Luffy, Bonney, Jinbei, and Kuma - Luffy and Bonney are asking for food as Zoro is trying to fight Sanji for answers which leads to some of the Seraphim getting ready to fight him. Sanji is trying to make sure they don't fight Zoro, or in S-Hawk's case fight him again and Sanji is very tired. Very, very tired and says they should probably head to Karai Bari because two of them are there and Kuma says the army could raise the seraphim and Jinbie laughs and says he'll have to fight Hancock and Mihawk for the seraphim of Sanji which he is holding and the seraphim is looking at him curiously. Robin asks if he was the child Crocodile would go see once in a while at Baratie and Sanji nods. Mihawk got him of the rock and didn't want to leave him alone and took him to meetings and then he had jobs so other warlords took him and Perona would visit him on Kuriagana and they'd dress up and make Mihawk paint their nails. Then he moved to Baratie full time and they would come visit him because they all wanted him to be able to set himself apart from them, not that anyone knew really but still. It was important that they kept their distance for a while because they didn't want Sanji to get kidnapped. Still they should probably at least drop Seraphim Sanji with Mihawk and Crocodile because they can get a hold of Hancock and do what they want there, but Kuma can take the others, probably, most likely. Kuma is chuckling as Jinbei is losing it because the way it sounds Mihawk and Hancock are about live their best parenting lives again.

When they do arrive at Karai Bari there's a Kuja pirate ship and Hancock is swooning on the dock at the sight of the strawhat flag. Luffy is sticking close to his boyfriend and is just holding Sanji's hand and also eating a huge piece of meat. Crocodile is there next to Hancock and lets them on land and Luffy cold cocks Crocodile. Hancock immediately loses it at that and Luffy then asks Sanji if he should have punched his dad and Sanji shrugs because it's not like he listens to Sanji. Crocodile sighs and asks them to come on land and they all start to follow to a tent and Hancock is swooning for Luffy until she notices the little seraphim and the little Seraphim Sanji and snags him and runs ahead causing a violent and fiery chase. The amount of shouting and yelling coming from said tent when they arrive is loud and Zoro and Luffy break in first only to see Hancock smiling widely and holding S-Croc and S-Shark while Mihawk looks genuinely bewildered at the sight of S-Hawk holidng a miniature Yoru at him and Seraphim Sanji hiding behind him.

"The hell is going on?" Mihawk asks as he looks at the men who bursted in and the others follow quickly.

"These are Vegapunk experiments, they're called Seraphim but they are us." Kuma explains.

"Right, and there's a little Sanji!" Hancock squeals.

"Oh not again." Mihawk groans.

"The Revolutionary army is willing to take them-" Kuma starts.

"Absolutely not, I'll take them Amazon Lily. I'll call Perona-" Hancock rambles.

"At least Doffy's in prison." Crocodile says to Mihawk.

"Maybe it would be more helpful if he was out of prison." Jinbei hums.

"I don't need my boyfriend fighting two of my dads, please." Sanji sighs.

"Right, of course. Which one are you dating?" Mihawk asks Sanji.

"Me!" Luffy smiles widely as he picks up little Seraphim Sanji and S-Hawk lets him.

"Oh, that's fine. I'd have a few questions if it was Roronoa." Mihawk shrugs nonchalantly as Zoro gets red, seeing a challenge.

"I would be a good boyfriend to your son!" Zoro yells with offense.

"Sure." Mihawk says as he looks at the seraphim who are watching them all with narrowed eyes.

[f4iry-dvst]

Crack Rock

a/n: i saw @recklesssturniolo post about something like this and i knew i immediately had to post ;)

pairing: Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

cw: degrading (kind of), spanking, daddy kink as per, it’s all consensual!

summary: Matt likes to take whatever pent up anger he has out on you; it’s all you ever want

Matt’s grip on your wrists is tight, maybe too tight you think as your skin starts to burn under his fingers. It’s a mystery to you why he doesn’t just tie you up or something, all he does is complain about how difficult it is to keep you from running away.

“But it- It hurts it hurts!”

This evil grin takes over his face hearing you whine out like that, using everything in you to get even the smallest words out and struggling to simply take a breath. He chuckles, and you wonder how he does it so easily when he’s the one putting in all the work — you haven't moved a muscle unless to get away from him and every breath is a drag on you. You know he doesn’t care, not one bit. He fucking loves telling you all about it: how useless and pathetic you are, no purpose but to stuff his cock in and how you don’t get to decide. It’s fucking scary hearing how worthless you are to someone, but the fear that floods you doubles the heat pooling in your stomach until you’re dripping with it.

“Look at you huh…such a fucking mess”

Even as he spits in your face, you can’t deny how right he is. You’re a mess of your own fluids: sweat, tears, saliva, not to mention the grool. It’s hard to differentiate each thrust of his hips from the next, but each punch of his head to that spot deep inside you draws a flood of wetness as he retreats, so much so that it’s starting to pool beneath your ass on the sheets. Matt’s obsessed with it because even though you’re so tight, the amount of slick engulfing his cock inside makes him glide in and out of you so easily it’s enough to make him want to cum from that feeling alone. He doesn’t necessarily care that it shows how good he’s making you feel — this isn’t for you, it’s all for him. Despite that, he buries his face in the crook of your neck and peppers a few kisses along your shoulder. He may be using you as a toy to dump his cum in, but he’s still your boyfriend after all and he’d be dammed if he didn’t get just a little taste of your sweet skin. His beard scratches against your jaw and the sensitive parts of your neck below your ear set alight with it. A whine slips out, even though Matt specifically instructed you to ‘shut the fuck up’ but you can’t really help it when he makes you feel so good.

The hand holding your wrists together above your head suddenly disappears and you find yourself missing the ache you complained so much about, until that same feeling stretches across your face instead. He gripped your face in his hand, holding your mouth shut and forcing you to look him in his sadistically crazy, sexy, eyes

“What did I fucking tell you? I don’t want to hear it”

He lets go of your face and then plants a swift slap on your cheek. His thrusts have slowed down as he continues to stare into your eyes, face cold and unreadable. He’s probably just scheming what he’d do next to you, but you wouldn’t know, you’re too focused on the obscene squelch that rings every time his cock pushes into your hole. It’s gross, but you find yourself getting hotter the more you hear it. You start squirming around again, but instead of trying to get away from the abuse to your body now you’re chasing it — you miss the burn of your wrists and hips from his grip on you and the way you can physically feel him so deep in your stomach so much more than you should. He’s been so horrible to you, so neglectful of your needs but you love it, it just makes everything so much more electrifying.

Your squirming must’ve jogged his brain: suddenly he pulls out of you and sits back a little to watch all that grool and his precum drip out of you, waiting rather impatiently for you to turn over. This isn’t new, you know exactly what he wants from you yet you’re frozen in place now. You’re not sure what has you stuck like this, but when Matt’s hands aggressively grab you and flip you over himself, you’re a little relieved. The way he manhandles you gets you all fired up again in a matter of seconds, your hips push back searching for him the second your knees hit the mattress. He continues to sit back for a moment longer, breathing heavily with his cock in his hands, slowly jerking himself to ease that needy feeling in him too. Matt knows you love when he treats you like shit in bed, so really, this is more punishment to you than him right now. You try to call out for him, but with your face stuffed in a pillow, it's a little hard, so you lift up onto your elbows and try again.

“Matt-”

You don't even get a second to breathe when his hands slams down on your right ass cheek, the sound ringing in your head and bouncing between your ears with how loud it was.

“Fucking slut…that’s not what you call me, is it?”

Without warning, his cock surges back into you, hitting something so deep inside it stings. The tears that’d built and threatened to fall long ago finally spilt, a sob tumbling out of your mouth without a second thought and now all hell breaks loose in you. Matt’s thrusting so fast and hard, hitting that deep spot inside with almost every one, dropping his hand down to spank you every few moments and pulling you back onto him with his hand on your waist. You truly are a mess now, no denying it with tears dripping down on the pillow and how wet your thighs are. He loves you like this; he’s broken you and it's the dreamiest thing in the world to him.

“S-sir…”

You don’t even have to say it, he always knows.

“Mhm, go on, cum all over daddy’s cock baby”

[imagines-by-cleo]

Alright I’ll be adding another one to your numerous kaz requests😅can we get one where a female assassin (not Quiet lol) attempts to murder mgsv!Kaz and despite the hate he falls in love with her? I just thought the idea of Kaz having an ex assassin lover might be interesting.

and like everyone is saying…please take your time and don’t rush. Love your blog xoxo

~I'm back~ and omg I can't believe it took me until the new year to finish this. I've been writing this one bit by bit for the last couple months and I liked this prompt so much I'm almost sad to finish it. Thank you friend for thinking of this! Maybe I'll do a part two after I finish the rest of the requests and the few of my own I have in the works that should hopefully be out soon.

CW: SMUT, kinda dubcon, bondage, nipple play, teasing, fingering, orgasm denial, switch!Kaz, rough sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling

You gasped as another bucket full of freezing water was dumped over you, making you shudder and strain against the chains that held your arms above your head. Ready to shout another insult at the overdressed bastard that had been interrogating you until the swish of the sliding door echoed across the room and a stranger stepped in.

His presence held weight and his silence added to that, while you held your breath the only sound was the clanking of his cane on the metal floor slowly coming closer and closer.

"I tried everything, but unless you want me to seriously hurt her she's not gonna budge." The cowboy spoke, sounding just a little too excited as he hinted for permission to really get to work.

"That's not necessary." Kaz replied, sounding just the slightest bit defensive. "Let me talk to her. Alone."

"I don't think that's a good idea..."

"I don't care what you think." Kaz snapped back.

With a shrug the other man walked out of the room and you were left alone with your former target. If he wanted you dead it's likely he would have just killed you already, it was more possible that he wanted answers, secrets that you were in no position to be giving away. There was still a chance that you could save this mission from failure but if you cracked and gave away any information you would be dodging assassins better than yourself for the rest of your life.

He came closer in no hurry at all, clanking of his crutch hitting the metal floor echoed through the silent room like a doom drum. As he stood between you and the only light in the room he made a rather intimidating silhouette, towering over you in complete silence. Though you knew that his calm collected nature was just a ruse to put you in suspense you couldn't help but feel a little defeated as it was working.

"Let's start at the beginning." He said before starting his interrogation. "How did you get in?"

"Wouldn't you like to to know soldier boy?" You quipped, earning the smallest hint of a growl that he made quick work of silencing before he continued.

"Who do you work for?" He asked.

"You have a lot of enemies. Kaz." You teased, staring him down. "Just pick one to blame it on for now, it won't matter in the end."

"This doesn't have to be difficult." He stated, more reasonably than anyone who was almost murdered had a right to sound.

"Oh you haven't even seen difficult yet." You challenged, sounding more like a bratty child than a deadly assassin.

He quickly raised his hand, thinking he was going to hit you you flinched, not expecting to find him only reaching for the top button of your fatigues. It really did catch you off guard when he started to pop open each button slowly, one after the other until your whole front was undone and chest ready to be exposed by the slightest pull of the fabric.

Though the clothes still covered all that they were supposed to, the chilly wet fabric clinging tightly to your skin left little to the imagination. The sunglasses covering his eyes made it hard to tell where Kaz was looking yet you could still feel yourself shrinking under his gaze and fought your restraints with the urge to cover yourself.

Raising his hand to his mouth and biting down on the fingertip of his glove he pulled it off with his teeth then spit it onto the floor. He touched his bare hand to your neck, feeling how your breath was starting to quicken and more so when you knew he noticed, then pressing his thumb lightly over your windpipe he felt it stop. You found yourself wondering, doubting and then fearing again if a one handed man could even strangle you. Something in his firm grasp told you that he was ready to, and threatened, no, promised that he would.

His fingers moved, tracing your collar bone then stopping on the center of your chest, feeling your racing heartbeat for just a moment before slowly pulling one side of your shirt open. The touch of his hand on your skin felt both foreign and warm against your cold skin, even when he started to cup your uncovered breast it was difficult to reject.

"What are you doing?" You asked with an all too telling shake in your voice, receiving no answer from the man touching you.

You wanted to kick him away, spit at him maybe, call him a pervert or something worse, but the way he touched you was so meticulous and not at all a rushed taking of an opportunity. His touch was deliberate yet gentle, and the bitter scowl still stuck on his face told you that this wasn't for his enjoyment.

The cold water had already made your nipples stand out leaving them much easier to touch, he circled one with his thumb lightly toying with it and making you shudder. You did your best not to show a reaction and began to bite your lip in fear of making a noise as he continued to squeeze and massage the soft flesh in his grasp.

Soon his fingers started to wander lower, until they had reached a point that made you assess whether you should reject his touch or open up to it you found your body had already answered for you as your legs parted without any resistance. Truth be told there were certainly more horrible people to be captured by, even when you were looking at his file and saw the messy blonde hair and the mysterious shades you thought it would be a shame to kill him.

His fingers ran slowly up and down your slit, only brushing your clit with every other languid stroke. You could feel yourself getting wetter and eventually hear it too when you started to soak his fingers and make it easier for them to glide over your folds. When you rolled your hips forward to grind against his palm only finding he suddenly pulled his hand away, now you knew what his goal was.

"That's a dirty trick." You huffed, rubbing your thighs together though it was no substitute for his touch.

"Talk." He demanded, returning just one finger to rub little circles around your clit without ever really touching it.

"I can't." You growled in frustration. "They have other assassins ready to kill anyone that cracks."

His fingers moved down to circle your entrance, making you more and more desperate with each stroke. The satisfied look on his face as you got visibly closer to breaking was your only motivation to stay quiet. He leaned in close enough that you could feel his breath on your skin, the ghost of a touch of his lips on your ear seemed to hit every nerve in your body as he whispered.

"Are you sure you're so worried about that?" He asked, challenging the last bit of strength you had left.

One finger pressed in slowly, enough that you could savor the slight stretch which you couldn't tell whether it came from the thickness of the digit or how hard you had been clenching around it. Sliding in as deep as possible before curling, you moaned out loud as the feeling in the core grew more intense and demanded relief.

Kaz leaned in close until his lips where just ghosting over your own, you wanted to lean forward to kiss him but he was just out of reach. Still he lingered, tasting every breath growing deeper and faster while his fingers pumped in time. Just as you were sure you could cum all over his fingers he pulled his hand away.

"No, no, no, please!" You whimpered, trying to get his touch back before your release was lost.

"Tell me." He reiterated much to your frustration.

"It's XOF, okay? They sent me to kill you." You finally broke down and admitted not even caring about the consequences.

"What else do you know about them?" He continued.

"They don't tell me that much, probably in case I got captured, but they have more people they're gonna send if I don't come back."

"In that case we're gonna have to tighten up security around here..." His attention drifted off as he started to mentally plan.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you're a damn tease?" You jeered.

That seemed to be the only thing that broke his scowl as he let out a short laugh, he even seemed to stay amused as he turned and walked away. "Well if those assassins are only as skilled as you I guess we have nothing to worry about."

"Hey, where are you going?" You asked though you received no answer

Totally unbothered as he kept walking and not the slightest bit guilty for leaving you so desperately untouched as he entered the code and stepped out the door.

"Kaz, you can't leave me like this." You shouted after him shamelessly bargaining. "It's gotta be against the Geneva convention or something."

As as the door shut behind him and your begging shouts had turned into frustrated curses as you strained against your bonds. The room was left deadly silent making the sound of your pounding heart echo louder through your neglected body and you found yourself wishing that someone would have mercy and dump another bucket of cold water on you.

~

Ever since that day you had been working exclusively for the diamond dogs under the direct orders of Kazuhira Miller. Doing odd missions and assassinations that Big Boss was too busy to take care of, your most difficult mission so far was convincing everyone that you were no longer a threat, but for the most part you left that up to Kaz. Your loyalty lied only with him and for the worst reason, every day that you worked you counted yourself lucky that that no one else knew the truth or what your goals really were; although every once in a while you would get a knowing glance from that cowboy you met earlier.

Soon enough you had earned enough trust to have the privilege of a room of your own, it was hardly an upgrade from your cold cell but it at least had a proper bed, the only real problem was how empty it felt. The nights there were unbearable alone and you constantly found yourself tossing and turning with an insatiable need burning through your body. Your own touch was hardly enough to satisfy, even when you pretended your fingers were his while tracing all the places he had touched before.

One night you couldn't take it anymore, frustrated with the growing wetness between your thighs you ventured out to go find the relief you had been craving for far too long. Without even bothering to put on more than the t-shirt you slept in and a thin pair of panties you snuck out through the halls avoiding detection much like you would on a real mission.

Security had increased since you first infiltrated the base, but luckily for you not in the places it mattered. The routes patrol took were the same and the direction cameras were pointed never changed either, both faults practically inviting you into Kaz's quarters.

He wasn't a very sound sleeper, just like the first time you saw him he was tossing and turning in a fight with his own dreams before he even woke to notice an intruder. Quietly and carefully you crept onto his bed watching him twitch and mumble for a moment before you crawled over and straddled him, pushing the sweat dampened hair back from his forehead you noticed his breathing start to steady as his eyes fluttered open.

The peace didn't last long however, when he woke up enough to realize there was someone else in the room his expression changed to pure rage. His hand flew to your throat squeezing tight even after he recognized you almost as if you were the nightmare he had been fighting with. Only gently setting a hand on his arm while trying not to give in to your instinct to fight back, eventually his grip relaxed though he didn't let go of your neck.

"Trying to kill me again?" He questioned, baring his teeth.

"No." You answered simply, a blush crept onto you face along with a hint of a nervous smile.

Kaz was about to say something else, most likely a follow up question until he felt the answer in your fingertips creeping along the waistband of his boxers. He was stunned at the boldness of your touch, giving you the opportunity to grab his wrist and pin it to his side.

"You never told me how you got in here." He confidantly remarked, as if he was still in control.

"The same way I got in last time." You answered proudly. "And you didn't even bother to lock the door this time."

Noticing the hint of a smirk on his face you could almost assume that he knew, even as you felt him strain in your grasp but never really fight against it made you think this vulnerability was just an act or more likely a trap. Suspicious as his behavior was you couldn't help but take the opportunity before you, hooking your finger on his boxers waistband and slowly pulling them down.

With a few light strokes you soon felt his cock stiffen up in your grasp then once it was nice and hard you gripped tighter and pumped a little faster. Watching his chest rise and fall as his breathing grew deeper you were hoping to get something like a whimper or maybe you could even get him beg and look as pathetic as you must have when he was teasing you.

The idea swirled in your head as you softened your grip and slowed down until you were only giving him short lazy strokes. Kaz let out a deep frustrated groan, while it wasn't what you were hoping for it was a start. He opened his eyes to see you staring down at him with sadistic intentions then gave you a defiant smile while shaking his head.

Pouting at his reaction you became even more determined to get him to crack, with only your thumb and your forefinger you continued to work his shaft until you could practically hear him grinding his teeth. He had almost wiggled his wrist out of your grasp but you kept a firm hold on him.

After deciding you had enough of teasing him you let go and moved up to hover your hips just above his, though he tried to hide it his twitching and squirming gave him away. Your mouth watered at the sight of Kaz held down panting with his swollen leaking cock out and proud just waiting for you to touch it while the growing ache between your own legs was getting too much to ignore

Too impatient to even take them completely off you simpliy slid your panties to the side before straddling him and lowering down, taking a minute roll your hips and drag his tip across your slit and feel it twitch while you soaked his cock. He let out the most delicious gasp when you slammed down on him and took the entire length with little resistance, for a moment you stayed there just savoring the feeling that was so much better than you had imagined in the long lonely nights.

The small victory wasn't yours to enjoy for very long, you held still long enough to feel him writhe impatiently and try to raise his hips in protest, you kept your resolve and only lifted slowly off of him then lowered back down taking just one inch at a time. Kaz groweld at first, then he sighed, then he whined. It was just like how you were when he left literally hanging in that cold cell, maybe even worse. The idea of that revenge made you dizzy with the promise of relief like you had been wanting, and you found yourself feeling just merciful enough to use him to get it.

Squeezing around him and making him moan without any hint of shame, his wrist went limp in your grasp and he relaxed and allowed you to continue your sweet torture. It did feel like a victory to render him as helpless as he was beneath you, even the idea of it made you wetter than you thought possible and the sight of it made you shudder. In that moment you needed release more than you needed revenge, the bitterness you felt toward him slipped further away every time you sunk down on his cock.

Your hips were moving on their own at that point, it was hard to tell who was getting more pleasure out of it all you knew was that you were getting so close to that sweet relief you had needed since he first touched you. Reminded of that night you had the idea of bringing his hand up to your chest, having him touch you like only he could.

As soon as you released his wrist his hand flew to your thigh grabbing tight and using it as leverage to throw you off onto your back, already stunned at being tossed off like that you never expected him to flip you again before climbing over and using his weight to keep you pinned down with a hand on the back of your neck.

"Fuck! Not again." You groaned, feeling your release slipping away.

His fingers twisted into your hair while he pushed your face into the pillow, the way he held you down made nearly impossible to even shift your weight let alone break free. Although his still hard cock rubbing against you from behind curbed your want to escape.

He laughed as you tried to wiggle yourself out to no avail. "I expect better from my best assassin, I should teach you a lesson."

Fighting his grasp just enough to turn your head for a moment to ask while sliding your panties down and coyly grinding against him. "Would you call this a lesson, or maybe a punishment?"

"A mission, now shut up and take it." He answered bluntly before forcing your head back into the pillow.

The first thrust buried his entire length deeper than it had gone before, without even realizing it you were whimpering helplessly while he pulled out to the tip and repeated the action again. Over and over the cycle continued of him leaving you nearly empty just to plunge in even deeper and quicker.

It was almost too much but you were so afraid of him stopping and not letting you finish that you spread your legs farther and took even more. Your cheeks grew red in pure embarrassment as you lost all control over the noises coming from your mouth, more so when Kaz pulled your head back by the hair and forced you to cry out in the open.

"C'mon, let everyone know who you're loyal to now." He demanded, twisting your hair and earning another scream.

He was so cruel, but honestly that was what you wanted, the violence, the insults, the brutal manhandling, all of it. Ever since that day you were wishing he would just pound you like this, all the while giving you that blood chilling scowl.

That feeling of reaching your peak came creeping up through your body again, and with it a fear that you would be denied release. You arched your back and bucked your hips in rhythm with his trying to take in as much of him as you possibly could while fully expecting him to chastise you for being so desperate.

"Don't... Don't make me beg for it again." You panted out, lifting up and pressing your back to his chest.

He snorted at your request. "You're so lucky I'm bored of teasing you."

Having him so close while you came made the sensation so much more intense, feeling his breathing get deeper while he pounded even harder and pulled your hair even tighter. He tugged your head to the side so he could put his mouth on your neck and practically taste every moan that flowed out, his lips felt scorching on your already burning skin consuming you completely in a wildfire of passion.

Kaz pulled out and turned you over while your legs were still twitching, before he could even push back in you caught a glance through the glaze in your eyes and saw the first spurts of cum dripping out of his cock. He shut his eyes and bared his teeth while he continued to roll his hips forward, letting out long low groan and gripping your thigh tight. The feeling of him twitching inside while he while he filled you up was just too much for your sore overstretched hole, but the lingering need to keep him close kept you from telling him to stop and instead making you wrap your legs around his waist.

Spent, exhausted and finally finished he dropped down, his face only a few inches away from your own. Your breath mixed and your eyes locked in a moment of honest exposure, the bitterness and tension being released finally allowed the two of you to really see each other for a brief moment.

He didn't hold back at all, touching and kissing you wildly wherever he pleased while you were still shivering and giving you all the contact you had been begging for all this time. While you were a little taken aback by his treatment you readily accepted and even returned the affection where you could.

"Do you know how bad I wanted to do this while you were all tied up in there?" He revealed through heavy breaths.

Even his affection was violent. Kisses from a man who forgot any other way to be intimate could nearly drown you in wave after brutal wave, but you wouldn't just survive without returning in kind. Not simply allowing Kaz to take over your body, you savagely took his as well. Becoming nothing more than a tangled mess of tongues and teeth, hands grabbing and pulling desparately whether they landed on hair or skin.

In one of the rare instances when your lips had to part for oxygen you took the opportunity to say. "Kaz. Don't take this the wrong way but, I'm so glad I came to kill you."

"There's no right way for you to take this but, I'm glad you're bad at your job." He replied with a grin.

With the slightest urge to prove him wrong right there you laughed and kissed him again. For the rest of the night it continued like that, with the two of you sharing banter while holding each other close. The end of the agonizingly tense relationship you previously had sparked the begining of something that would be a challenge to explain if anyone on base found out. If they found out.

[sansundertale14x1]

Waiting for Gaz to come home

Civilian!Reader x Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

CW: descriptions of anxiety and death, no actual death. Anxiety attack, and then comfort, Gender Neutral reader, no pronouns used but 'you', using the name 'Kyle' instead of 'Gaz' due to being a civilian. Proshippers DNI

Word count: 1013

Author's note: Heyy :) I don't post my fanfiction here very often, and this is my first work featuring Gaz, so keep that in mind while reading. I hope you like it! @chamomiletealeaf especially, thank you!!

It's late at night and you find yourself melting into the couch. It's a chore to keep your eyes open, trying to focus on whatever slop you put on the television just to pass the time. Your efforts are for a purpose, however. Your current roommate is Kyle Garrick (He mentioned the nickname 'Gaz', but you have no idea where that came from and what it should mean, anyway?)

He's currently on military duty, completing missions beside a task force '141'. It sounds quite dangerous to you, but Kyle always comes home in one piece. (Broken limbs aside)

You've never really had any concerns for Kyle coming home. He's assured you a million times before even exiting the doorway.

"It's alright, sweetheart. I know not to do anythin' stupid, I'll be home in a week."

The farewell is always sealed with a kiss.

Kyle was always sweet like that. He's able to stay calm and steady all the damn time...God, you wish you were like that.

Though you're halfway asleep, you can't help but be overcome with anxiety. He'd never come home this late before. He usually came home around 9-11pm...he's very consistent in that way.

However, your late-night binge-watching seems to be turning into an early-morning binge session. You wipe your glossed-over eyes, not wanting to believe what the clock is telling you.

"1:15am."

You read that aloud to yourself, voice groggy from the lack of usage. The alarm sirens in your head begin to go off. Maybe...he wasn't okay and the authorities just haven't shown up yet.

You tolerate these thoughts for a while. Staring up at the ceiling, you barely notice the wet tears crawling down your cheeks as you start to plan. It's seriously morbid of you to start planning the funeral of a man you didn't even know if he was dead or not, But you couldn't help it. Having control over something is a comfort...even if you are completely alone.

The mix of anxiety and tiredness is nearly lethal to all forms of sense in your head. You'd spiral down a myriad of deadly thoughts. Your heart races...while also feeling as if it's stopped beating completely. It's impossible to control your thoughts at the moment...

Even if Kyle is alive, You doubt that he'd want to stick around and live with your poor, weak self. He's strong...and deserves someone that's the same way.

You stir aimlessly on the couch, thoughts still out of control. You're too distracted by the overwhelming mental noise to hear the click of the front door.

Kyle's heavy footsteps still don't break through your crowded thoughts, even as he removes his coat and begins to peer around their home. It hits him with a feeling of calmness...but also confusion as he notices your tired, shaking form.

He'd undo his shoelaces and gently place his shoes near yours in the mudroom. He then begins to approach the living room, keeping his eyes steady on your sleeping form (or...at least he thinks you're sleeping...).

Kyle smiled widely, finding it extremely adorable that you put in the effort to wait for him to come home, even if it did make you exhausted. He then starts to slowly descend onto the couch, trying not to make a noise. Yet, with the smallest creak of the couch cushion, you were alert once again.

You immediately shot up from your laying position, head turning to see who could've possibly disturbed your thoughts.

"Woah, Woah...at ease"

He softly chuckled. When you hear his voice...you let out the biggest sigh of relief that you have in a long time.

"You scared me half to death, babe..."

You groggily speak as you reach out to touch Kyle's arm..as if confirming that your boyfriend is actually there, lying with you. A soft smile spreads across his face as he notices your action, so, he takes your smaller body into his arms and pulls you closer, so your head is pressed into his chest.

"I'm here...for real. Just some fight delay is all"

You feel fully calm now...Just more assurance that Kyle is okay...and you're in his arms, taking in his scent no matter how...musky it happens to be. However...the tiredness hits you like a bus now that you're actually comfortable, and you begin to pass out in your boyfriend's arms. As your vision becomes limited, you can feel your body being lifted off the surface of the couch.

Kyle's footsteps are all you hear as he carries you to your shared bedroom. A warm feeling fills your body as you notice the change in feeling, and you immediately notice that you've entered the bedroom. Kyle is very gentle as he places you down on the memory foam mattress.

He then steps away, headed down the hallway, presumably to turn off the lights and such in the living room. You let out a whine, begging him to come back. Now that you know he's home, you can't let go.

"shh, calm down...I'm almost done."

He assured. Though sometimes you annoyed the shit out of him, he did choose you this way, so it's sort of his fault.

When Kyle returned to the bedroom, that view of your tired body was making it worth all the moments of pain and time that he spent apart from you.

He tries his hardest to shut the door gently, as he kneels down to press his lips to your forehead. Then, he stands up and joins you on the bed. His weight dents the mattress, causing you to collide with his body the moment he lays down. He lets out a low giggle:

"Oh, you're the cutest thing...though, the next time I come home late, please for your sake, go to bed."

However, his words fall upon deaf ears as you've already nuzzled into his body and fallen asleep.

"...I love you."

Those three words were the last he spoke, before pulling you closer and slowly closing his eyes.

~~~~~

and that's it! Thank you so much for reading my work, this took me a VERY long time compared to my other writing (oddly, lol) This was completely drafted on paper before I revised it here! (my hand hurts ;-;) A great thank you to @chamomiletealeaf yet again for the character analysis of Gaz that helped me write this. They're a wonderful writer and I recommend going to read some of their stuff. <3

[just-a-carrot]

Rotating Gidget around in my mind... It's rare for me to find a portrayal of nonbinary characters and one that just Gets Gender and how it's woven into every aspect of identity... In school, I was always excluded from the boy friend groups for being a girl, and excluded from the girl ones from being too much of a boy. I was frequently bullied by others for my lack of femininity and asked what was wrong with me and why I wouldn't put on make-up or why I disliked being a girl. (Or had one kid profusely apologize for saying I had a mustache because 'girls don't want those'.) Seeing Gidget's treatment in-game was the first time I felt seen. That's what happened to me, too. And seeing them be happy after transitioning in the new timeline, making friends... it's making me cry writing about it. I haven't come out to anyone in-person but people in my queer group. I can't come out where I live. But I dream of it. And seeing Gidget live the life I want to live, in happy and loving relationships, out and proud... it shows that people like me can be happy, despite it all.

When I think of who I want to be in the future, I think of Gidget. How they've accomplished their dreams and are living the life they want to live, with the people they want to live with. Despite everything. I ended up cutting my hair like theirs once. Ironically, it looks more like Cecil's hairstyle nowadays. I don't know if Gidget is more a 'favorite character' or an ideal. If a blorbo could also be a reason to keep trying every day. And if they can be happy, maybe one day I can be too... I got Gidget on one of those personality tests. I think it matters to me more than it probably should, haha. Apologies for how ramble-y this is. Hopefully it makes sense 😅

ahhhhh this was really sweet to read... ;-; 💕 I'm really glad and honored that gidget can be a source of happiness and connection. so much of gidget's past and struggles are based entirely on my own. and to be honest I often wish that I could be as strong as gidget. that I could tackle life by my own rules like gidget. and maybe gidget (and Iggy too) are small ways I can allow a part of myself to thrive even if only in a fictional setting where others might also be able to feel close to them too. to take something away and find strength or feel heard through them. because sometimes even the smallest connection or the smallest kernel of understanding can really do so much, especially when you're struggling

thank you for writing all this up and sharing it, reading it really moved me 💕

[heluvschibi]

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙸𝙸

❦Cussing, domestic abuse, death(read at your own risk) read from readers pov❦

Not proof read or edited

If you haven't read previous parts please read them.

"Maybe father would be happy to see his only spawn dead, maybe he would…" Wrd count:628

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I know he's friends with me out of pity, Lee Minho... He has beautiful features, unreachable looks...

We've been friends from the get go. I just came from a different country, he was born here. I was out casted, he had many friends. The day we became friends, that's when I found true happiness.

I'm not a very bright girl, and my looks aren't very good, un like Min's...

His relationship with his father is only something I could wish for... Only something I could dream for, I prefer his family over mines anytime, anywhere... Even if I was on Mars, even if the world was ending.

The day he bought me that hair clip, it made me happy, so happy. I wore it for the whole day, even when I got home. But home wasn't home, I should just call it a house with four walls and a roof. It's like being trapped in a enclosed box with someone you refuse to know yelling at you for the smallest things... "Your not pretty so I don't see you working as a model... " "your not smart so I don't see you working as a doctor!" "The only thing good comin' for you is death..."

It's like is words echo in my head every day... Even now.

The gusting wind of Korea making my cheeks cold, I won't make it to Christmas this year... Or New years... Or any other day or holiday.

Maybe father would be happy to see his only spawn dead, maybe he would...

I look at my phone the picture of Min and me is my wallpaper, I close my eyes remembering that moment, he won't be mad, will he?

I open my eyes and take a step closer to the ledge, looking down at this 10 story building, I see people walking by on the side walk... I see cars waiting for the red light to turn green, I see the beautiful lights of Seoul... I see his shining eyes smiling at me, I smell his scent, I feel his warmth.

I start to question, "Maybe, I shouldn't...." But then.

My phone rang, I opened it hoping it was him, hoping it was Minho, telling me to come over for dinner, or to come over for homework, or to just talk... But it wasn't...

"Where the hell are you! Your mother is worried get your ass home!"

Tears slowly rolled down my cheeks, I feel hopeless...

"Are you crying? You shouldn't be the one crying! Get your ass home now, you have 1 minute if you don't I'm beating your ass! You worthless piece of shit, a son would have been a better choice but you had to pop out of the womb! I raised a useless-"

I ended the call... Having to hear his annoying voice for the last time won't put my soul to rest.

I take off my shoes and place them neatly side by side like how I was taught to do, I place my phone in my shoe with a note, I go back to the ledge and look down, "If I jump here I'd hit people... I wouldn't want them to get hurt because of me..." I walk off, leaving my shoes, my note, and my phone.

I found a nice bridge to jump off, the weather is getting colder, the water is colder... Let's just hope the impact kills me...

3...

I'm sorry Minho that you have to finish school on your own...

2...

I'm sorry mom that I made you feel like that, like you raised a useless child... I know you loved me...

1...

I have nothing more to say to anyone else... Including my father...

0...

Goodbye world... I'll be here in another life.

[gold-plated-deer]

The Deer and The Shark [Past event]

TW: Victim blaming

"You're lucky I agreed to not charge you for this stuff, Buster. This would've costed you more than your prosthetic arm and leg combined." The doctor commented coldly as Buster shrugged, a lit cigarette between his lips. He wasn't really paying attention anyways as he let the black and gold demon tend to his wounds. "And you're fucking lucky I'm not making you pay for what happened to Sci as well, Buster". At that comment, Buster's tail twitched in slight annoyance as he hunched over, keeping his mouth shut. Buster's gazed traveled over to the red sci fi demon who was still unconscious, all bandaged up and recovering from the fight with that purple bird demon. God, why did Buster have to be so impulsive? "I get that you're traumatized or whatever you'd call it, that you've had a hard life and need a way to vent out your destructive habits. But did you really need to do that AND put your own boyfriend's life in danger? Honestly, I don't know how he-" "Shut the fuck up." The golden deer stopped in his tracks as his only eye blew up a little wide. He wasn't expecting Buster to speak, the blue demon normally never spoke during moments like this. "Just shut the fuck up and keep patchin' us up you useless fuckin' cult member." Buster's voice was filled with nothing but venom as he stood up, fists clenched and eyebrows pinched together. "Don't call me some cult member when you basically work for the family too!" "I don't work for ya "family", I unfortunately have ta work for YOU since me and Sci can't make the fuckin' money help ourselves! Maybe if you weren't the world's biggest fuckin' prick then I wouldn't be gettin' angry with ya!" Gold frowned; his eye narrowing as he approached the blue demon. "You're the one who agreed to allow your brutish tendencies be used for whatever I need to do, remember? You're the one who agreed to working with me because you wanted to protect Sci above all else because you can't do that yourself." "You're not mentally stable enough to do that yourself, Buster. We both know this. You've been broken so many times that you can't even handle the smallest amount of confrontation without immediately wanting to resort to violence. Because that's what your father taught you, wasn't it?" Buster's pupils went small as he thought about his father, teeth clenched and body shaking slightly with rage. "Exactly." The doctor said coldly once more, turning away from Buster and going back over to where the unconscious red demon lie on his back, bandaged and trying to recover. "You should feel lucky I haven't been doing anything behind your back, Buster. You really should be. Your weak, broken mind wouldn't be able to handle it, would it?" Buster took the cigarette out of his mouth and sucked in a breath, trying to calm himself as he sat back down, going back to being silent once more. "Just as I thought. If you can't beat the living daylights out of someone, you shut down and go back to your silent brooding state. You're so predictable, Buster."

[weirdestbooks]

Wrong Reflection Chapter 24

A New Kind of Magic (Wattpad | Ao3)

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Arthur had no idea what had brought Sam—Finnegan—and his headmates to their world. He and his brothers had gone through book after book, trying desperately to find a solution, trying to find even the smallest of references to something that could help Finnegan.

But they still had nothing.

And Finnegan was fading fast.

"Finn's can't front anymore. Please tell me you have a solution," Not-Finn declared as they stormed into the room, Francis on his heels, worry on his face.

"What?" Arthur exclaimed, feeling a sharp jolt of fear going through him. He wouldn't pretend like he knew anything about Dissociative Identity Disorder—that was out of his league, but with how panicked Not-Finn seemed to be…Arthur got the impression that it wasn't good.

"Who are you?" Dylan asked, causing Ciarán to shoot him a look, "What? I know that's bad, but we should know who we're talking to."

"It's James. Finn…he's feeling too weak to stay in control. He's near the front, but…" James' eyes became unfocused, and he paused.

"James?" Francis asked, putting a hand on James' shoulder. He blinked twice before shaking his head.

"So-sorry. But Finn isn't doing great. He says it's getting hard for him to focus because, well…he's lost his connection, and his being isn't taking it well. We need a solution now. Finn's the reason we have a body, being America and all, and if he goes, so do all of us, and I have no idea, despite Finn's insistence that it'll work out, if our world will be able to create a new America, with Finn here," James said, his voice was panicked, worried, and most of all, frantic.

"If Finn's so weak, then why are you…better than he is?" Ciarán asked. James shrugged.

"I'm a human soul. I don't have to worry about the missing connection that Finn has. I can last longer, but not if the body can't," James said. Despite his assurances, Arthur could still see the exhaustion in his eyes and frame. Maybe inside, James wasn't tired, but their shared body seemed to be.

"We…we haven't found anything. Not even a mention that could be useful. It's…I'm sorry," Allistor said. The frustration and anger that he held about the situation was obvious, and James' face softened.

"It's okay. We know you're trying, and we aren't going to blame you for that," James said before sighing. "I just wish we knew what caused this in the first place."

"We don't know what caused it. Maybe that's the answer?" Francis suggested. Arthur scowled.

"Now, what the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?" Arthur asked, pressing a hand to his forehead. He didn't have time for Francis' nonsense, not with Finnegan's life, James' life, and the lives of everyone within that system hanging in the balance.

"We don't know what caused it, so instead of trying to find a solution, why don't you try to make one? You guys have powerful magic and centuries of experience. Surely you could make your own spell that would work," Francis suggested.

It was outlandish and foolhardy, and Arthur would have no idea where to even begin with something like that, but…they didn't have any better ideas.

"That could work," Dylan began.

"I'm sensing a but," James commented, crossing his arms and sitting down, shoulders unsensing as he did so. Dylan nodded.

"But I don't know where we would start. Maybe we can open a portal, but that's no guarantee that it'll take you to the right place or that it will be safe to pass through, not to mention I have no idea how we'd even go about opening one," Dylan continued.

"So, although it might work, it might be as much of a dead end as searching," Francis said, rubbing at his forehead.

"We've almost exhausted the books, though. I don't think searching is of any use to us anymore. I think…we should try this. Right now, it's probably the only option we have," Arthur pointed out. Dylan sighed deeply.

"Well, time to lose sleep trying to work this out. Hey James, do you know if there is anything that could be used to track your world down?" Dylan asked, not really serious; Arthur could tell.

But James seemed to take the question seriously, eyebrows furrowing together in thought. Arthur looked away, ready to begin a most likely headache-inducing conversation with his brothers before James spoke.

"What about the land bond?" James asked, his voice unsure. Arthur turned to James, whose face was still heavy with exhaustion but firmness in his gaze.

"Explain?" Allistor asked, his voice focused. Arthur, like all countries, had a connection to his land. Arthur didn't know how it worked for Finnagan's versions of them, but if James thought it could help…

They needed to try. What other plan did they have?

"Well, Finn's attached to his land, which I'm pretty sure is universal," James began, continuing as they nodded, "But we know that it's not just 'Finn is attached to his land and needs to be near it' but also that the land needs him. Well, that bond's been broken since we got here, and that's what's making him waste away. But if Finn's bond is looking for the land, and the land is looking for him—"

"We can find the other half and use the two to, hopefully, create a portal," Arthur finished.

"Well, I have no idea if this is going to work, but we have nothing else to try!" Dylan said, turning to James. "Will Finn need to front for this?"

James frowned, "Probably. It's his bond. We may share a body, but I'm not the one connected to the land the way he is. I'll try to get him to front, but Finn doesn't think he can front for long anymore, so you're going to want to be fast."

Arthur exchanged looks with his brothers before nodding.

"Okay," Arthur said, bracing himself, although for what, he didn't know, "We're ready."