#I want him to experience freedom and spend time in the world again

[pennumbra]

[mechaknight-98]

Aftermath (NSFW) FT Sejeong

Authors note: had to do a bit of world building as I try to figure out what the world looks like now that I don't want to use Karina or Jiyho anymore due to the dating thing…it would be weird ya know.

"Hey, Danger can I ask you something," Seji asks me with a clear and concerned tone,

"Yeah, sure," I answer hesitantly. Sejeong smiles brightly.

"Why did you run away from me," She asks. I bite the inside of my cheek as I consider my response.

"I figured it would be better than dealing with any of the repercussions of my feelings. I have a limited time left to live and I didn't want to put anyone through the sorry of losing someone they care about. So I figured dipping before that would be a cleaner cut-off than this going too deep instead," I reply

"You coward," Sejeong teases.

"I...yeah you're right. I should have let you choose," I reply

"At least you're a reasonable coward," Seji teases further

I squint at her causing her to smile wide, "I am not a coward, nor am I reasonable," I reply. Seji beams

"Oh really and why don't you think so," Sejeon asks sternly.

"You'll see soon enough," I replied.

Three weeks later Sejeong bought my little photo studio and shop. she was okay with not paying rent as long as I became her "personal photographer", and so I went with her all on these trips and events to snap pictures of the beautiful girl, but honestly she used it as an excuse to relentlessly fuck. I would spend hours cutting angles and working on shop composition to make sure the photos were perfect, and looking at her face always led to a visceral response. I'd be hard for hours, and like clockwork, she'd come into my office give me a warm-up blowjob then have it lead right into mindblowing sex.

As I worked on photos there was a knock on the door. I assume it's Sejeong as she's the only one who comes in here typically. The door opens to a tall dark-skinned man he smiles at me with malicious intent.

“Well, I didn't think I'd ever see you again,” he says as aggression rises in his tone.

“What do you want Alistair,” I ask

“Oh remember call me AL or Tahm,” Alistair replies

“Oh well you know I'm just checking in on my favorite curse bearer. I truly thought you'd come hunting for me, but you never did. I wanted to know why, but you were hard to find. When you said I want to disappear I guess you meant it,” Alistair adds.

“Are you here to kill me, because if so I'm not going down without a fight,” I reply

“What heavens no! I'm here to give you something you want more. Freedom,” Alistair replies.

“What is the catch,” I ask.

“No catch at least this time. I can't beat the curse bearer chasing me as he is using holy relics, but you have a myriad of experience so I figured I'd make a deal,” Alistair answered.

I look at the photo on my desk of Sejeong and I, “Fine I’ll draw up the contract.” I reply

30 minutes later I procured a draft of the deal between Alistair and me. He's excited as deals are like his favorite thing to make something about the ability to bind and

Making rules that can't be broken makes him feel safe. After we sign he smiles and hands me my Maxos Cards. I look at him surprised

“Why,” I asked

“I am asking you to hunt someone using holy weapons and not give you your best tools against holy weapons. I'd be a fool, besides I have to give them back to you anyway.” Alistair replies nonchalantly. I nod and grab them.

“So where was the last reported location of this curse bearer,” I ask

"So there I was, in Minnesota of all places, following leads to my ex, Janie. The trail led me to a scene that raised my concerns: golden ichor staining the ground. I knew this was about to get more complicated. As I concealed myself, the door creaked open, accompanied by ominous sounds of groans and a knife piercing the wall.

"Step out from your hiding spot," a familiar voice demanded. I cautiously emerged, armed with my card and sword, only to face Janie.

"Dangerfield? Of course, he'd send you," Janie muttered with evident annoyance.

"What brings you here?" she interrogated, her accusatory tone emphasizing the revelation that my ex was now a full-blown witch, a fact I was still processing.

"I'm here for the holy weapon, nothing more," I asserted, my mind grappling with the revelation of Janie's newfound identity.

"And what were you promised in return?" Janie probed further.

"Freedom," I replied succinctly.

"Freedom? From whom?" Janie's disbelief was palpable.

"Alastair," I confessed, bracing myself for her reaction.

"Alastair? Did you strike a deal with him? You're unbelievable," Janie's frustration simmered.

"He promised Morrigan would leave me alone," I explained, hoping to justify my actions.

"You never think, do you? Your recklessness causes chaos for everyone," Janie scolded, her frustration evident.

"I'm only here for the weapon. Give it to me, and I'll leave," I urged, attempting to end the confrontation.

Janie's gaze hardened as she considered my request. "What if I refuse?" she challenged, prompting me to reveal my trump card - my maxos card.

Her eyes widened at the sight. "You wouldn't dare," she uttered, realizing the seriousness of my intent.

Taking a defensive stance I watched as Janie's eyes widened

With a mixture of resignation and menace, Janie relented, handing over the holy weapon. "You'll regret this, selling out a friend for your gain," she admonished.

"If I were truly betraying you, I'd have handed you over to Alastair," I retorted, stowing away the cards.

"This is why I despise dealing with your kind," Janie spat bitterly.

"Careful now, insults might provoke me to take action," I teased, though the underlying tension remained palpable.

"Pathetic," Janie scoffed, as I left her house, her warning lingering in the air.

Returning to Alastair, I handed him the weapon, cautioning him against its use.

"Why not?" he inquired, intrigued by my warning.

"It's not just holy; it's a fusion of divine and demonic energies, a result of a battle between a demon and an angel," I explained,

"so why is the blade okay with you," Alastair asked

"Because I am Fomori," I answered.

"Oh...Interesting," Alastair said. Alastair's grin widened at the revelation. "Morrigan's favored, no wonder you sought to disappear quietly," he mused, anticipating the chaos to come as he reveled in it.

"I look forward to seeing the next part of your tale," Alastair replies. "Our deal is done," He says calmly as he conjures two contracts that burn themselves up before me. I feel the burden of my curse lift and Alastair smiles.

"I look forward to the damage you will cause. That will be more interesting than anything I could ever do with such a weapon. I see it has bound itself to your soul so using it would only garner your strength." Alastair adds. I shrug at his point to which he smiles.

The next day I arrived at my office to see a pouting Sejeong

"Hey, Seji. are you ok..." Before I could finish she had me cornered in a kiss.

"I got your not but I was worried sick for you," She replied. As she she ran her arms through my body she gasped,

"You're curse-free," she exclaimed with surprise.

"Yeah," I nodded.

[mooncheese3]

au wherein when sj first got into the sect and went down to the brothel, he runs into a young wannabe rogue cultivator

the rogue was, well, roguish— rough, rule detesting, and flighty. handsome. brown eyes and warm cheeks, most likely a slight sunburn (because of course he doesnt have a hat). he looked around sjs age, if a bit older. more height than muscle, but with time and experience sj reckons he’d grow broader as well. the only thing that caught sj’s eye at the time though… was his terrible spending habits!

what was he doing, getting scammed out of his coins over some sword tassels of all things. atrocious!!!!!!

if theres one thing sj cannot stand and can relate with sqh, its detesting those who cannot use their money right. his shitty day adds onto his anger, so rather than leaving it alone, sj goes over to the pair of merchant and customer, scolding the merchant first and then the rogue cultivator. the rogue, new to this living out of his mansion thing (his previous life as the fourth son with too much freedom couldnt compare to now, he doesnt even have people to fall back on for funds!), decides, ‘hey, this persons nice enough to tell me i did something wrong, why not keep going to him for help?’

the rogue camps out at that town, always there to pester sj once he comes down the mountains. sometimes sj lectures him, sometimes sj scolds him, and sometimes he simply observes how sj acts around the streets and notes down whatever he gleans. it goes on for weeks, until finally the rogue (and secretly sj) feels like he can survive out there—all he needed now was experience, something he cant get with just the knowledge he now has

after that, sj expects to never see him again. when people get what they want, they leave. thats just what happens, simple as that.

but then, to sj’s astonishment, he meets the rogue again! not on accident, mind you.

“well, we’re friends now!” the rogue says, “/and/ i saw an imitation of one of your paintings at an auction and was like, ‘i should visit’”

sj immediately thinks that isn’t true. there must be something else the rogue wants from him.

and so once in a while, at least once or twice every two months, sj continues to encounter the rogue whenever he goes down the 12 peaks. each time, sj’s doubts ever so slightly melt away. and each time they meet again, they both note to themselves that the other has changed.

sj notices how the rogue comes back with a harsher tan, wider now in his frame. hes more confident and mature, more streetsmart and wise. the guy isn’t so prone to impulse, now taking the time to think before doing something. a small improvement, to be honest, since he still goes and does something foolish, just with a backup plan—though sj bets theyre made up on the spot most times (he also finally invested in a cloak— apparently he has a thing against hats? sj’ll find out one day, he’s sure)

the rogue on the other hand notices how sj comes back more refined, more otherwordly in aura. his quips and witty remarks have taken on a new level, he probably needs to go back to reading to get half of the references! he walks smoother, and each step he takes looks as light as a feather—how does he do that! (worryingly, the rogue also notices how sj always looks like he’s being weighed down, and that his walls are higher than ever before. did something happen?)

the day sj realizes the rogue is the first person to not want to take something from him, and who he’s sure wont leave, even if the time spent together is so much lesser than being spent apart, he feels…scared. anxious, as if now that he’s been made aware, the world will now make it its mission to take this one thing away from him. for the first time, instead of driving the rogue away like all the others, he feels compelled to stick as close as possible. being away from the sect is an added bonus.

the rogue likes this change, though is confused as to what brought this on. oh well, the company is nice! now he can show sj all the little things that reminded him of sj he found on his travels. like this one staff being displayed in a shop: it was such a pretty shade of green! or, or this one lake in a cave, the ripples would be nice to paint right? especially when the light from those bioluminescent vines hit the water.

sometimes they get separated on their travels, but they always find each other again. unconsciously, instances like these help heal sj’s fears.

in short the two of them go from strangers, to acquaintances, to friends (in the distant future lovers AAAAA)

sidenote: rogue guy is like, similar to lqg in how he goes about his morals. hes a do good, think about it later, type of guy. while lqg’s a do good, DONT think about it ever, type of guy.

he got disowned by his family because he exposed them for selling counterfeits, tax evasion, import and export of illegal items etcetc to the authorities. while he doesnt regret doing the right thing, he does regret doing it loudly and without a plan. the family members he knew were innocent, who he didnt at least warn beforehand so that they can get away/cut ties before all of it goes to shit, were and will continue to be shamed by everyone they come across for the crimes the rest of the family committed

[donat-senpai]

This work lay in drafts for a very long time. Now I have translated everything. Woohoo! (Reminder: English is not my native language. There are mistakes here)

Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere! Pairing: Yandere! Ketheric Thorm x Reader, Yandere! Enver Gortash x Reader, Yandere! Orin the Red x Reader tw: platonic obsession, manipulation, restriction of freedom, mention of murders

I'm ready to throw an idea at you. Attention. You get into the bg3. BUT you aren't Tav and you aren't together with Tav. You find yourself among the Chosen Three. And they become platonic yandere!

Ketheric Thorm, Enver Gortash and Orin the Red will know that you know about their future. You know how to achieve certain events, as well as how to prevent it. Keeping you close is not only a necessary measure, but also an advantage. From now on, they must do everything to prevent Tav from finding out about you and taking you away.

You spend the least amount of time with Ketheric Thorm. As the leader of the army, he is always in the most dangerous places of the war. Besides, the Moonrise Towers are a dangerous place. There are a lot of killers there. You are usually in full view of Ketheric. Over time, you begin to get used to it. Ketheric listens, but often doesn't pay attention. You can tell him anything. At this time he goes about his business, sometimes nodding to you. But if you suddenly ask him a question, he will simply look at you menacingly, making you afraid. The old man is not angry. He just didn't remember anything you said and doesn't want to admit it. Your voice helps him not to worry. If you're still talking, it means you haven't been eaten. Therefore, he can continue his business. When you leave the Moonrise Towers, Ketheric looks with bitterness at the things you leave behind. It reminds him of the times when he was still a father. Perhaps he will put your drawing or note in one of his books.

Orin will become friend or foe depending on your decision. If you refuse to help them, She will find ways to make you talk. Her ideas about the world are very perverted, so friendship with Orin barely differs from enmity. She will take great pleasure in fooling around with you. She likes to scare you by telling you colorful ways of killing you. You will probably not be able to make friends because of her. It's hard to trust someone and tell your secrets when that someone could be Orin herself. She will need time to convince Gortash and Ketheric to allow you to visit the Bhaal’s Temple. They don't trust Orin. The more disgusted you are by the atmosphere of her temple, the more fun she will experience. In the depths of his bedroom, Orin will get a little soft. She will let you play with her hair. And she will talk about the teachings of Bhaal, but not with the intention of scaring, but with the desire to share something hidden for her. She will also want to teach you how to make a sacrifice to her god correctly. If you refuse, she will be upset, but will not insist. (Gortash made it clear to her that she should not break you.) Then she brings you back and avoids you for a week or two. It's new for her to feel this way. Not even her family received this honor. When she calms down and copes with unusual emotions, she will visit you again. And she will promise to kill you in the most beautiful way possible when necessary. It's not a threat. This is her expression of love.

It is with Lord Gortash that you spend the most time. His castle is safe, and the Steel Watchers walk around the city everywhere. You are well dressed and always look great to match him. High society is asking questions about who you are to him. Are you a lover, relative, decoration or pet? Only you and Gortash know that you are a means to achieve his goals. And only Lord Gortash knows that you are someone he has grown more attached to than he should have. He gives you almost anything you want, but expects you to cooperate in return. In addition, Gortash believes that just looking beautiful next to him is not enough. Therefore, all your free time (which is not much) will be occupied with training. If you escape from the castle (which is absolutely impossible), the guards will bring you back. Gortash is perhaps the only one among the owners of three stones who understands that your usefulness is not constant. Everything can go along the route you know with minor changes in his favor. Or it may happen that what is happening will become completely new even for you. Sometimes he jokes that he will throw you out when you become useless. But you still remember how Lord Gortash got angry at the impudent Count for asking to take you as his wife and Gortash ordered the insolent man to be executed.

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Somewhere in the universe, the Emperor turns the table in a rage and demands Tav to quickly find and save (kidnap) you. (I don't know how he found out about you ._.)

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Tav sighs tiredly and silently agrees. They're too tired of all. They just hope that their new future ally will be a little less problematic than everyone else in the camp.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Shopping trip (What is cosplay?)

Self-Aware! Nikolai Gogol x GN! Reader x Self-Aware! Doppo Kunikida

Description: Set after BSD gang got into your world.

Your new friends/roommates love exploring your world. You keep them company. One day, you and Kunikida decide to go to the mall. Gogol wants to accompany you two. The problem is... He doesn't want to disguise himself. He wants to go in his normal attire.

...

Maybe, everything will be alright, right?

Fluff (for the most part). Everyone thinks that Gogol is a cosplayer. He is ready to throw hands. But he is holding for your sake. People can't mind their own business, they have to discuss, how terrible anime fans are. Karen. Kunikida, as a former teacher, has something to say about looking after the kids.

Prequel to Surprise

Warning: OOC. Rude people. Annoying people. Karen. Rowdy unsupervised kids. One person try to touch Gogol's thighs. But not on your watch. Unintentional lockdown joke. English is my second language.

BSD cast love exploring your world. They love going for a walks. They love visiting cafés. They love going to the festivals. They love to be in places, where they can see other people.

You understand, why they doing it. If one day you woke up and find out, that streets are empty, and then lived in this environment for a few month (even, if you life with few other people), when streets became bisy again, you also would spend all your free time outside. With other people.

You accompany your new friends as much as you can. So many new good memories.

The mall became one of the most visited places. All this shops, cafés, people... For BSD cast, this place seems perfect.

Each time you and someone from BSD cast visit the mall, it became an interesting experience.

You visit the mall not only to have fun, but also to buy necessary things.

Today was 'necessary shopping trip day'.

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Doppo was sitting on the sofa and rechecking the shopping list for a third time. He wanted to make sure, that everything is going to be according to plan. You lazily stretched out and sit near Doppo.

"Hey, Kunikida," greeted you. Man smiles at you and nodded.

"Good morning, [Y/N], Hope, you are ready. We will go to the mall in thirty minutes. The shopping list is complete and has been re-checked a few times."

You hum, showing, that you have heard him. You take a quick glance at the list.

"I see, Thank you, K..." You saw Kunikida's expression. He was waiting for something. You take a breath and spoke again. "Thank you, Doppo"

It was a little bit hard, calling BSD gang by their first names. It feels strange, to call Dazai 'Osamu', Goncharov 'Ivan', Poe 'Edgar' and so on. But, cast want you to call them by their first names. Slowly but surely you were getting used to it.

Doppo nodded, he seems pleased.

"Don't mention it. Be ready in half an hour. We three are going to..."

"Wait!" Interrupted you. "Three? Who is going with us?"

Kunikida's gaze became irritated.

"Nikolai Gogol."

Kolya, of course. He was one of the weirdest of your friends.

And by weird, you mean, your friendship with him start weird.

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It's been a week, since BSD gang got into your world. That day all of you held the meeting. You wanted to discuss, what they are going to do now, when they got into your world.

Meeting was normal, for the most part. But, Gogol decided to start talking about his freedom and that he will do anything to reach it.

"What I mean, Little Bird, if I want to break the law, I will break the law," Gogol leaned towards you. He looked smug. Like he was challenging you to say something.

You didn't look amused. You noticed Fyodor's expression during Gogol's speech. Dostoevsky looked annoyed by Gogol... Actually, everyone looked annoyed at Gogol. Well, you won't let him win.

Your idea was... weird. But, to be fair, the whole situation with characters from your favorite anime/manga been self-aware and in your home already was bizarre.

"So, you really value freedom, right?"

Asked you, looking Gogol right in the eyes. He grinned and nodded.

"Well, in that case," you booped his nose. "I also value my freedom. And right now, for me, freedom means booping your nose."

Gogol blinked. He opens his mouth. You booped him again. Gogol tried to say something again. You booped him again. This time, you left your finger pressed against Gogol's nose. He squinted his eyes. "[Y/N], what are you doing?"

You tried your best to mimic Gogol's voice.

"What I mean, Big Bird, if I want to boop you, I will boop you"

The room was silent. Everyone was looking at you and Gogol. Suddenly, you saw a golden glow near your stomach. Before you can react, Gogol used "The Overcoat" and trapped you in his embrace. Gogol was laughing. Gogol jumped towards Fyodor, still holding you in his arms.

"Fedya, Fedya, their reaction was priceless!"

Fyodor took a breath.

"I still don't understand, why did you decide to test them. You never planned to cause trouble here."

Gogol only grins. He looked at you. He looked much friendlier, than before.

"You are my new friend now, we will eat something tasty later"

For the rest of the meeting, you were in Gogol's embrace. It took combine efforts of Fyodor, Sigma and Fukichi to pry him off you.

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You smile at the memory.

"Well, with his help we could buy more things. Don't you agree?"

Kunikida grumbles something, but nodded at agreement.

"I guess so. Anyway, we should start preparations."

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In thirty minutes, both of you were ready to go to the mall and were standing near the front door, waiting for Nikolai.

You changed into suitable clothes for today's hot weather.

Instead of his normal clothes, Kunikida was wearing a green t-shirt, dark-brown shorts and flip-flops. He decides to keep his hair as it normally was.

Kunikida started to become impatient. Gogol was late.

"This clown... He himself wanted to go, and now he is late" grumble Kunikida. You put your hand on his shoulder and squeeze it.

"Easy, Doppo, it's not that bad. Maybe, he is trying to disguise himself better. His looks are quite recognizable.

It was one of the first things you taught to BSD gang. They were recognizable. That's why they should wear different clothes, when they are going somewhere. If they don't want to deal with people staring at them.

Kunikida grimaced. He doesn't like unplanned events. And Gogol was an embodiment of chaos. Kunikida turn towards you.

"I know, but still, he should be ready"

You pet Kunikida's shoulder.

You heard the sound of steps coming towards two of you. Gogol, with a few empty shopping bags in his hands, walked towards you two.

You were glad, that Kunikida didn't see Gogol right now.

Nikolai Gogol was standing there, in his normal attire and hairstyle.

You are a patient person. But, right now, you wanted to attack Kolya.

To lose some steam, you decide to indirectly quote O. Henry.

"Doppo, there isn't any heart disease in your family, is there?"(1)

Doppo looked at you, puzzled.

"I don't think so... Why?"

You looked at him. Your gaze was a mix of pity and anger.

"Then you might turn around, and have a look behind you."(1)

Kunikida looked around and saw Gogol.

Kunikida closes and opens his mouth. He looked like he was ready to combust.

To help him, you asked Gogol.

"Gogol, why aren't you ready? It's time to go."

Gogol smirked.

"Birdy, I am already ready. You know why? Right, I want the rest of the free world to accept free me! My clothes also part of my freedom."

Kunikida hissed.

"Do you forget, what Our Guiding Light told us? We are recognizable in our normal clothes! Everyone will stare at you!"

You nodded

"Doppo is right, we would attract unwanted attention."

Gogol waves his hand.

"Oh, don't worry, it can't be that bad. Everything will be fine."

You signed and try again.

"Gogol, please, you need to listen to me. Please, wear a disguise."

Gogol grimaced.

"[Y/N], please, stop it. I tell you I want to go in my normal clothes."

You facepalmed. Before Kunikida can start shouting at Gogol, you raised your hand.

"Fine. You can go in that. But don't blame me, for what's going to happen."

Kunikida wanted to protect, but, after noticing your gaze, changed his mind. Gogol looked triumphant.

You open the door.

"Be ready to be called cosplayer, Gogol."

You heard Gogol's quiet "What is 'cosplay'?", but you ignored him.

Hopefully, people at the streets won't be that annoying.

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You jinxed it.

You haven't reached the mall yet, but twenty people has already annoyed Gogol into taking pictures with him.

The five-minute walk from home to the mall became a fifteen-minute walk.

You had a feeling, that everyone wants to have a photo with"cool cosplayer".

At first, Gogol was fine with having his photos taken.

But then you run into a group of rowdy fans.

They crowded around Gogol, pushing you and Doppo from their way.

"You looked like a real one!"

"Cool costume, dude!"

"The scar looks so real!"

"How much have you paid for the costume?"

"Do you want to read my smut fanfic about Fyolai?"

"Can I grab your things?"

Doppo's eyebrow twitched.

"[Y/N]... Is this normal behavior of 'BSD fans'?" Spited Doppo. You shake your head.

"No, of course not. This people are just jerks."

Gogol looked annoyed. He agreed to take some pictures, so the group will leave him alone.

Unfortunately, the group wasn't satisfied with simple pictures.

They started to demand him to make poses. Dubious poses... They clearly made Gogol uncomfortable. You noticed, that Gogol was holding himself back from attacking the annoying people. You decide, that it's time to intervene.

"Okay, everyone, move away from our friend, stop making him uncomfortable! No poses, no pictures."

You and Doppo squeezed through the crowd and stood near Gogol, like two bodyguards. The crowd try to protect, but one heavy look from Kunikida make them shut up.

You and Kunikida tried to take Gogol from the crowd. With the conner of your eye, you noticed, that the same person, who asked if they can grab Gogol's thighs, were trying to touch Gogol's thighs. Immideatly, you turn towards the jerk and hit him in the face with all of your might.

"Hands off, parasite!" Growl you.

The Creep fell down, sobbing. His friends tried to attack you in return. But, before any of them they can take a step towards you, Doppo dealed with them.

Never underestimate Fukuzawa's trainee.

All group members were lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

You three left the Creep and their friends behind.

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When you finally reached the mall, you signed.

"Okay... It was something. Is everyone alright?"

Kunikida adjusted his glasses.

"I am fine"

Nikolai stay quiet. The look in his eyes was dangerous. You feel chills running down your spine. He was angry. Then he spoke.

"I am not. I want to hurt them. But," Gogol looked at you. His gaze soften. "But, for your sake, I won't do it. I don't want you to get into trouble."

You squeeze his shoulder.

"We can find a quiet place for you to stay, while Doppo and I are going shopping."

Gogol shake his head.

"No, don't worry, I will be fine."

Kunikida huffs and take the shopping list from his pocket.

"We have lost quite some time. We need to split up, so we can buy everything faster. I will go find cleaning supplies. [Y/N], can you and Gogol buy meat, fish and fruits?"

You nodded.

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Good news, you haven't run into anime fans anymore.

Bad news, you run into people who hate anime.

You and Gogol were choosing fresh fish, when you heard their conversation.

"Look at this weirdo. Does the Freak thinks he can wear this clown costume in public like this?"

"Yea. He must be a screw loose."

"All the anime fans are perverts. I have heard, all of them likes little girls. Really likes"

"Bro, you will make me puke!"

Gogol's eye twitched. You quickly grabbed his hand. You whisper.

"Nikolai, please, stay calm."

Gogol squeezed your hand.

You have noticed a golden glow in one of the fish tanks. In this tank there were alive crabs. Five of them.

You blinked. All crabs disappeared.

The sound of something falling. Shocked cries of "Where did crabs come from?" The pained whines of the company that was talking about Gogol.

Crabs didn't like their new company.

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After you finally buy everything you need, all of you decide to have some coffee, before you go home. The day was hard, all of you need some rest.

All of you were sitting at the same table, drinking coffee.

But, it seems, that today trouble didn't want to let you go.

At first, you heard a loud scream.

Then something ran near your table.

Two six-year-old kids. Boy and girl.

They were running around the café, screaming and grabbing everything they can see.

Their mother wasn't paying attention to them. She was talking to someone on her phone.

You three tried to ignore all this noise. Kunikida finished his coffee and put the empty cup back on the saucer with a loud clatter.

"This kids... Why parents didn't do their job? At first, parents forget about parenting, then this 'parents' have the audacity to blame teachers for their kid's terrible behavior."

You looked at Doppo with a soft look.

"Have you remembered your teaching days?"

Doppo nodded.

Gogol let out a loud yelp. Then the kids noticed Nikolai's braid and start pulling it. He turned around and growl at kids.

"Back off, you brats!"

And mother finally decided to do the parenting. By starting yelling at Gogol.

"You creep, don't you dare yell at my children!"

To be fair, Gogol tried to stay civil.

"Mam, your kids were pulling my hair! I shouted at them to make them stop."

Women glares at Gogol.

"You could let them do it! They are just kids! They are allowed to do anything they want! Wait... You... What are you wearing... Is that... one of this anime characters?"

Without letting Gogol answer, she hit him with her shopping bad.

"SATANIST! You are a satanist who is watching Chinese porn cartoons. Useless member of society!"

You had enough for today.

"Miss, watch your..." You didn't finish your phrase, when mom hit you with a shopping bag.

"Shut up! Don't interfere!"

Kunikida snapped.

"If you watched your kids..."

And Kunikida was also hit with a shopping bag.

And security finally escorted the woman and her kids from the café.

You feel, that the day was ruined.

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You finally were home. After putting your bags in the kitchen, three of you sit on the couch in the living room. You're in the middle, Doppo on the right and Kolya on the left.

All three of you were silent. Gogol was the first who spoke.

"It's all my fault. You warned me. I didn't listen. I am sorry."

You stay silent. Then you whisper.

"I am also sorry. I should have tried harder to make you change your mind."

Gogol chuckled.

"[Y/N], don't blame yourself. I am also an adult, I should understand the consequences of my actions."

You take a look around the room. There must be something that can make them feel better.

You had a plan.... Maybe, it will work.

You called.

"Hey, Kolya, Doppo"

Gogol's eyes light up. It was the first time you called him by the short version of his name. He looked at you.

Doppo turn his head towards you.

"Want to have a movie night? Choose anything you want to watch, I will make snacks. How does is sounds?"

Both guys agree.

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Three of you were covered in blankets. Doppo was carefully petting your head, while Nikolai was tracing lines along your hand. The movie was on. The snacks were on the table. You were snuggled between Doppo Kunikida and Nikolai Gogol.

At least this time, everything was right. Everything was better.

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A/N: (1) Changed quote from "The Ransom of Red Chief" by O. Henry.

[merakiui]

thinking about yandere!idia who uses sex as a means of conditioning you into obedience.

(cw: yandere, nsfw, captivity/kidnapping, conditioning, non-con/dub-con, stockholm syndrome, mindbreak, aphrodisiac use)

He’s not surprised when you fight your capture. Though it’s obvious you can’t win in a fight against a group of STYX robots, you still try to run, to attack, to kick and thrash when they seize your arms in an unyielding grip and drag you to Idia. Even if you aren’t capable of Overblotting and therefore there’s no real reason for him to kidnap you for research, he still wishes to have you in his grasp, to keep you forever and never let you out of his sights. It must have been nice to have the freedom to spend time with your friends whenever you wanted. It must have been nice when all of those useless NPCs fell for you. You never even noticed him—not that you could have when he’d confined himself to his room most of the time, and you’d only known him as the shy shut-in from Ignihyde.

Which he still is. But Idia has a job to do—a very important one at that. He prepared himself well in advance so that your reactions wouldn’t surprise him. It’s a shame you’re so averse to him. So full of hate and fear. It saddens him greatly to see you avoid his touch, to see you scowl with the most poisonous abhorrence, to listen to your cruel remarks about how he’ll never get away with this and how he’s the worst person in the world—how he’s gross, creepy, perverted scum who deserves to rot for an eternity.

Idia has considered every plausible means of wearing you down until you accept him, and even though he could subject you to solitary confinement he thinks of other alternatives to get you to love him. If you can associate him with all things positive—with all things sex—then you might warm up to him when he visits your cell for the daily check-in.

It will start small, as all controlled experiments often do, with the tiniest dose of a potent aphrodisiac. Since you aren’t strong enough to hold up against complex potions and spells, even the smallest amount has you squirming uncomfortably in your restraints, crying wantonly against the rubber that gags you. He tells you this could all end before it gets even more unbearable. All you have to do is say you’ll be his. Say you’ll love him and he’ll stop. But it’s that misplaced stubbornness of yours that has you mustering a glare and, undoubtedly, a slew of insults that go unheard and muffled. Idia can only frown.

It looks like he’ll just have to try a little harder to raise your romance meter.

When aphrodisiacs become too much and you’re nearly crying for relief, he’ll have you stuffed with a dildo or a vibrator. Sometimes you cum immediately; other times you try to move your hips to find the release you’re desperately craving. Eventually, aphrodisiacs won’t be enough. He’ll have you strapped down while a machine fucks into you, a thick dildo going in and out of your tight hole, and he’ll sit on the other side of the glass and observe. You never give him the satisfaction of accepting him, so he will not give you the satisfaction of a climax.

Just when you think you might finally cum after hours of agonizing torture, the machine will come to an abrupt halt, the silicone cock will slide out, and you’ll be left empty and cold, your walls squeezing around nothing. Idia gives you another chance. His voice is emotionless over the intercom. Choose him and this won’t happen again. Choose him and you’ll be happy. He’ll always satisfy you. You’ll always be given release if you give into him. Once again, you deny him. And, as if to rub more petty salt onto a nonexistent wound, you say the dildo that was once rutting into you is much bigger and thicker than he’ll ever be.

Idia barks out a harsh laugh, but there’s no amusement in the sound. Another week will go by; you’ll be left to suffer through an endless edging session. He always offers an easy out at the end of every day. You never take it.

So Idia hypothesizes that you might be more prone to accepting him if you spend behavioral training in isolation. You’ll be moved into a soundproofed room and sound-muffling headphones will be situated over your ears. You’ll be blindfolded and gagged, unable to see or speak to anyone. Idia still watches over you from the room next door, peering at the wall of monitors to admire your sweaty body flinch and jerk at every bolt of stimulation. All sorts of toys will be used on you, but Idia’s favorite is all of the vibrators he can stuff inside you and attach to you. They’ll be set to the lowest mode. Coupled with a dildo, it works well at making you shudder and yearn. This time he won’t give you an offer. You’ll be left all alone in the room, unable to hear anything else but your thoughts.

It’s only until the end of the week that you finally hear his voice. He presents you with the same offer. This time you hesitate for a brief moment before resuming your pointless rebellion. Idia sighs. He’s nothing if not patient, but the spoiled heir in him wants you right now. He can have you; he does have you. You’re trapped here with him, and yet he can’t actually have you. Not until you willingly love him, even if such willingness comes at the cost of your suffering.

When you deny him yet again, the headphones will be put back on over your ears and the cycle will repeat itself for another week. This goes on for a while. Months, probably. You have no idea how much time has passed, but Idia has kept track of it. He’s catalogued your reactions for every day, how willing you’ve been, how quick you are to beg after each lesson. He calls them lessons, but truthfully it’s just one grand punishment.

By the eighteenth week, you’ve begun to show some progress. Now, rather than remaining quiet or struggling to compose yourself enough to throw clever insults back at him, you call out to him after each session. It’s a good sign. He’s immensely pleased, so much so that he can’t hide the giddy excitement in his voice when he answers. You’re starting to come undone, slowly but surely. Since you’ve grown accustomed to hearing him at the end of every sexual endeavor, he’ll begin to talk to you before the torture begins. When you hear his voice you’ll know of what’s to come. This will go on for a while until, eventually, you’ve learned that Idia’s voice is a clear indicator of both the start and end of sex. Any other voice is unimportant. You’ll only know of Idia’s and the meaning it holds.

He doesn’t use the gag on you anymore, so now he’s free to hear your lovely voice moan all kinds of wonderful things. You say his name a lot. It boosts his confidence to know that all of this is worth it. As tedious as waiting is, there is a sweet reward to be had for enduring all of this. He’ll continue to observe for now, doing his very best to ignore your pleas when you insist that it’s him you want buried deep inside you. What he’d give to fuck you even dumber than you already are… Unfortunately, he must wait.

The blindfold is the next to go. This time, the room on the other side of the glass is perfectly visible to you. You’ll get to look Idia in the eyes while you’re fucked senseless by a machine. Idia will talk you through this, praise you for taking the dildo so well, admit how perfect you look like this and how much he’d love to do all of that to you and more. It may have been unnerving at first, but now it only seems to make you hornier. Idia smiles at you through the glass, perfectly pointed teeth flashing under clinically bright lights. You’ll cum with his name on the tip of your pretty tongue.

It certainly took a while, but Idia’s sculpted you into a perfect prisoner: obedient, soft-spoken, and thoughtless. Now you can’t stop yourself from growing hot when you see or hear him. He’s engraved new instincts into you, and these seem to be the only things you’ll ever know from now on. When he was certain you’d been worn down enough, he’d enter the room you were confined in and help you reach your climax. Whether that was by touching you, kissing you, or even licking along your sensitive areas. He’s taught you that he’s the only one who can provide this. That he’s the only one who can make you feel good. And for the first time since you were captured, you agree. Idia feels like the happiest man alive.

Now you’re always at his side. He’s given you a modicum of freedom, though it’s still spent in captivity. You’ll wear a shock collar that’s designed to administer controlled shocks if you travel out of range from Idia. It also keeps track of your location should the shocking system malfunction. He likes to dress you in all sorts of cute outfits. Cosplays, mostly. Some days you’ll be a maid for him. Other days you’ll don cat ears and a tail. You’re so good for him now. You don’t insult him anymore. You don’t look at him with such intense vitriol anymore. You don’t fight him anymore.

And when he touches you in certain areas, you know to spread your legs.

Idia’s pleased he’s trained you well. When he’s observing the NRC students who have previously Overblotted through a dozen high-quality camera feeds and you’re on your knees under the desk, taking his cock in your delicate mouth so obediently, it’s almost difficult to imagine how you were before any of this. Fiery and rebellious, you’d often spit hate as if that would have any effect on him. As if it might sway his decisions and prompt him to let you go. As charming as that may have been, Idia finds he likes this version of you much better.

Because the you from before never had eyes as glazed as the you now, and you’d never readily suck him off under his desk or lower yourself onto his stiff cock when you climb into his lap, as needy as a cat in heat, always so vocal about how good you feel, how you want him to cum lots inside, how he’s the only one who can fulfill you, how you love him so much, how if he doesn’t fuck you every day you might just die. Your mind may be thoroughly muddled and you may only think of him and sex now, but that’s really all you need to consider. After all, Idia likes cute, compliant kitties far more than he likes those who hiss and claw.

[ikarasu]

🥀Tummy Ache🥀

Yandere Carlo x Reader

Warnings: possible spoilers, Yandere behavior, Stockholm syndrome, and slight gore

Reader’s Perspective: 🍫White Chocolate🍫

Carlo/P’s Persepctive: 🍫Dark Chocolate🍫

Word Count: 768

Sorry if it’s short

🥀~🎶~🥀~🎶~🥀~🎶~🥀~🎶~🥀~🎶~🥀~🎶~🥀~

His grip is cold and consuming like death itself coming to collect you on your deathbed. Only this time he spins me around a dimmed room in an endless delirious waltz. Surrounded by the smell of iron and rotting roses. The sounds of thunder roaring and turning gears are the only tunes for us to dance to. I gain my courage and stare up at him as he dips me gracefully. The familiar constellation of stars speckled across his skin is nowhere to be seen leaving me hopeless like a lost soul on a moonless night. Those honeyed brown eyes that should’ve been familiar aren’t and I feel no nostalgia when they stare me down. Those eyes aren’t the same eyes of the boy who didn’t know how to love or the boy who gave me promises of returning. These are the eyes of a monster, soulless and ready to consume me whole. How he coos at me like a caged songbird sickens my entire being. A songbird cannot sing when their partner for life has perished. A caged songbird does not ever experience true happiness for they never gain freedom or free will. So how does this monster expect me to sing a tune of love?

“Love~ please don’t ignore me” his voice taunts and haunts me.

Flashes of the final night I laid with the one I truly loved. The same voice that whispered words of affection and promises sickens me now. My eyes may fool me but my ergo knows that this monster isn’t my love. Yet, I can’t help but start to melt and crack under the constant attention and affection. Maybe it’s because of the many months of isolation or it might be my weeping heart trying to delude itself. I turn my head away only for it to be forced to look at him again. He traces my cheek just as my love would. In a moment of weakness, I melt and allow myself to selfishly enjoy the morsel of affection. The dance comes to a slow, and he runs his hand through my hair.

“I love you so much, I would trade the entire world for you”

For a moment my heart skips a beat and I almost let myself believe that he’s my love. The sweetness of his words slowly breaks away what little of what’s left of my sanity. Maybe it will be okay to let myself believe in this lie and consume this love. Despite everything I can no longer deny the fact this monster cherishes me. Yes, he can break my bones if it means he’ll spend all of his time nursing me. Yes, he can bruise my skin if it means he’ll press the softest of kisses on them as an apology. Yes, he may not be as true as P or Carlo, but I can’t help but crave his love. The dirty indulgence feeling you get from eating white chocolate is the same feeling as loving him. It’s so sweet and it feels so bad but so good at the same time. I want his love. I don’t want to be lonely again. I can’t lose him a third time. I-

“(Name), what’s occupying so much of your mind that you’re not paying attention to me. I’m right in front of you, you should only be thinking of me~”

I snap out of my train of thought and stare at him. Maybe this isn’t so bad. He may be different and mean, but he’s always seeking out only my love and affection.

I slowly reach my hand out and cup his face. He looks surprised before slowly nuzzling into my hand like a cat. He turns his face and presses kisses into my palm. That action alone melts my heart and I finally give in.

“About time, my love~”

He leans in and our foreheads press. The coolness of his skin doesn’t repel me as much this time. I stare at those honeyed brown eyes and watch them stare at my lips. My heart pounds and my stomach churns. Time slows as he finally leans in and kisses me and I return it this time. I let myself enjoy the sweetness despite the stomach ache I get from it. I want to drown in this sickening sweet love. He senses that the fight in me has been finally put out and he smiles into the kiss.

Like children, we ignore the tummy ache we get from too much sugar. In the end, we’re both desperate to drown in the sweetness of this sickening love.

🥀~🎶~🥀~🎶~🥀~🎶~🥀~🎶~🥀~🎶~🥀~🎶~🥀~

@justatimidcreator ~ @kavvisato-101 ~ @meowingatthemoonhastomanyanimals ~ @jssy96 ~ @keithlineva

[silent-raven13]

Where did you get that tattoo, luv?

Hobie relaxed on his bed playing his guitar enjoying making a song for his band. When his best friends, Karl and Riri aren't fighting nazis, and fascist assholes, they go to their underground concerts. It's the best way to fully enjoy the "punk" experience. Whatever that means? It's the best way to enjoy freedom and expression from this bullshit world.

Then his Spicer Society Smartphone ding, he took the specially made phone t to look at it. There's a message from Gwen.

Spder So-City Messages

Gwendy: Hey, you wanna hang out with me and Pav?

Hobs: Sure. What are we gonna do?

Gwendy: Hmm 🤔 Not sure! I'm thinking we can hang out in my world then maybe meet up with Miles... if he's not busy.

Hobie: Oh! I need to check up on him.

Gwendy: Alright. Ask him if he's down to hang out later!

Hobie quickly went on his contacts seeing the first person to pop up, his Sunflower.

Hobie: Hello, luv. Wyd?"

Sunflower💖: Heyy bae!

Sunflower💖: I'm spending the day with Ganke, we're going to Anime Con! ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰

Hobie pouts, his jealousy is getting the best of hi again. It's not that he has an issue with Ganke, the problem is everyone thinks those two are a couple instead of HIM and Miles. It's always bother him when he sees those two together and random people make positive comments about them.

Oh, you two look so cute together.

OMG, ya'll make a perfect pair.

Awe, ya'll so fierce together!

Can I say ya'll look so gooood together!

There's no words to express how upset Hobie gets when he hears their fucking comments. It's annoying, bothersome, and- DAMN, his jealous couldn't handle it.

What's worst, when he bud in those conversation, the random person would look in shock for the moment. They seem a bit disappointed to find out Miles isn't dating Ganke! What. The. Fuck!

It seems that Miles' best friend is more liked, because he's a handsome fellow. Hobie never felt insecure about his looks before, nor did he care about how others see him, but seeing the love of his life being praised with another man just boils his blood.

For now, he wants his Miles to enjoy themselves.

Hobie: Alright, luv. Have fun 💖 Later, do you want to hang out with me, and the gang?🥹

Sunflower💖: Sure! ☺️ How does 7pm works?

Hobie: Perfect! 🥰

Sunflower💖: Love u! 😘

Hobie: 🥰 Luv u 2!

Hobie left it at that, he got up from the bed to change. When he went to Gwen's world to hang out with her and Pav, he saw them busy on their Smartphone. "Hey, Hobs! Glad you can make it! What's the word with Miles?" Gwen asked being happy to see her punker friend.

"He's free around 7pm. So, what's the plan?" Hobie asked, having one hand in his jeans.

The three were wearing their Spidey suit underneath their basic clothing. Luckily for Gwen, her spider-woman suit is mostly black around her legs, so she wears a casual shirt and jacket with her blue converse. It's an easy fit for her. Hobie always dressed in his punk outfits entwine with his spider-man suit. For Pav, he wore a colorful pink overalls having one strap unlatched for the asymmetrical look and underneath is bright yellow long sleeve shirt.

"I'm thinking we try the escape room! Then, maybe go look at this Hello Kitty store Pav been wanting to go and try this vegan burrito place. They use walnut meat and cashew sour cream!" Gwen explained the plan.

"Hello Kitty?" Hobie asked, looking at Pav.

"She's cute! And i was hoping to look at their designs of Cinnamoroll! In my world, that cute bunny has gold and white colors!" Pav explained.

"Have you ask Miles if he's down to hang out later?" Gwen asked Hobie.

"Yeah, he's busy with Ganke..." He grunts with a slight eyeroll.

The two glanced at each other knowing Hobie is jealous of Ganke for being closed with Miles. Not only that, when Miles was single, he and Ganke would always pretended to be boyfriends to avoid any strangers from asking them out.

They got so used to it they forget they're friends at times. One time, Miles kissed Ganke at a party so casually and his friend wasn't shock instead he wrapped his arm around Miles' waist like it they were a couple. Talk about being super platonic with your best friend. What was worst? Hobie was at that party watching the whole thing, granted he wasn't with Miles, but that didn't stop him from being upset about it. The poor punker got so drunk, he broke down in tear in front of Gwen and Pav. It was an emotional roller coaster!

"Oh they went to that Anime convention? I think I saw a photo of them dressing up together." Pav took out his Smartphone to look through his Spder So-City app to find the picture, "I think they were doing One Piece this time!"

"Right, I remember last year they did Boku no Hero Academia." Gwen said out loud, "Miles was this green guy called... Dino?"

"Deku." Pav corrected. "And Ganke dressed up Eraser Head."

"Who?" Gwen asked, "Sorry, I don't know much on this stuff... only Sailor Moon!"

"Really? I thought you watch anime!" Pav spoke out loud being confused. "You were saying yes to Miles when he brings up certain episodes!"

"I lied... I forget about the shows he mentions. He watches so much with Ganke, and he recommends anime shows with hundred plus episodes! I can only handle twelve episodes!"

"But Sailor Moon has a lot of episodes?"

"Okay, I watch Sailor Moon as a kid, and some episodes here and there. I didn't see the whole thing." Gwen gave a sheepish grin at Pav.

"YOU MEAN TO TELL ME I'M THE ONLY ONE WATCHING WHAT MILES RECOMMENDED?" The wavy haired nineteen year old shouted out while having his smartphone in his hand.

"Yyyu-uh-up!" The blond twenty year old nodded with a weak smile.

"I don't even know any of this stuff you mates are talking about. I know, One Piece, Samurai Champloo, and Demon Slayer..."

"It's because you go to his place and sees him watching those?" Pav asked having to eye on his punker friend. Hobie never seems to like watching television during his free time, so he would watch with whoever is watching.

"Yea, Sunflower always watch the telly." He answered, "At first, I didn't care about One Piece, and got a bit confused about it- but after a few episodes I get it."

"Anime." Pav corrected, "You don't want the fans to curse you out! And it is the best! In my world, the anime is a bit different, but the color schemes!" He check his phone, "Oh, Miles is Zoro and Ganke is Luffy."

He shows them the photo of Miles in a the first Zoro outfit with the bandana tied on his upper left arm, and holding three fake swords. Then Ganke dressed up as Luffy's outfit with a painted red X on his fitted chest.

"Damn, Ganke got jacked up!" Gwen's eyes widen, she didn't remember Miles' friend to be so muscular.

Hobie's eyes were fixated on how Miles and Ganke were giving a big side hug, with their smiles on their faces. It bothers him. The description on Miles' photo said 'My Captain! 🫡' Did Miles really had to write that?

"Dude, I know. I never thought his friend would be sooo.... hot?" Pav admits, then cover his mouth slowly turning an annoyed Hobie, "Sorry, Hobie. I didn't mean it like that!" Then his brown eyes went back on screen looking at Ganke's abs.

"Pav, your drooling..." Gwen giggles having to nudge her friend's sides. "Careful before Gayatri finds out your window shopping."

"No, I was just admiring his straw hat!" Pav hides his blush.

"Let's go." The punker mutters having to kicking a random can from the roof. The other two stood quiet having to bite their tongue from their jealous punker. It's not good when he get one of those moods.

So when they spend their times hanging out in Gwen's world, Hobie was mostly being gloomy, or stare off to distance. During the escape room, Hobie was busy on his smartphone looking at photos of his Sunflower with Ganke.

One photo of them taking a pose with other people, which wasn't too bad. But the next slide was a video of Miles recording himself with Ganke behind him sticking his tongue out.

"At Anime NYC!" Miles said making a peace sign while walking with Ganke.

"Oh my gawd, can we get a photo you two looks so good together!" A young woman cosplay as Kiki from Kiki Delivery Service, then another groups dressed up as Naruto characters, and Attack on Titan cosplayers and so on.

"OMG are you two a couple!"

"Yeah, you two look so perfect as ZoLu!"

"Yeah! You guys look so cute together!"

Hobie's spider-man strength crack his Smart-phone screen being too damn jealous. "Grr..." He growls lowly as he watch his boyfriend nervously laughing it off while Ganke arms around his neck. The disrespect!

"Uhhh, Hobs... you can't use your phone in here." Gwen said slowly seeing the punker not caring about the rules.

Pav being busy solving a puzzle, "Gwen! Hobie! Help me! I'm so confused with this family tree! Jessica's is the step-mother of the granddaughter Sally and twin of Martha, but-but who is she to John, the owner of the house!" He got all panicked and confused by this difficult puzzle.

"Hobie, come on! We're supposed to have fun." Gwen said with a sigh, "Are you really getting jealous over Ganke, again?" She went to help Pav with the puzzle.

Hobie scowls shoving his phone back in his pocket, "Gwendy, you don't understand! They get too close." He quickly solve the puzzle, "And Johnie boy is Jessica's uncle! Why is it everyone sees them as a couple, but if it's me? They look surprised!" A random door open having Pav to go in to solve the next puzzle.

"Well, it's because you and Miles are different from styles and personalities!" Pav pointed out, "Look at you being tall, wearing all black and spikes. Then you got sunshine Miles wearing Jordans and gym wear looking like athlete. Ganke dresses like him or a bit preppy, but they fit together."

"And they are comfortable being with each other, they dorm together four like four years." Gwen pointed out. "Make sense they are so used to each other." Gwen was able to solve the puzzle in the other room along with Pav.

Hobie growls lowly, "And what about me? I know, him the same amount of time. Yet, people look at us as if we're just friends! It's fucking annoying!" Then his phone ding when Miles Spder So-City gets a new post. He was about to check when Gwen stops him.

"Dude, can we finish this first then you can be on your phone?

Hobie sighs, leaving his phone in his pocket. "Fine." Gwen and Pav tries to make his mood as they finished up the escape room. They ended up winning with five minutes left.

After the game, they went to the Hello Kitty store Pav wanted to go, and he ended up buying a big Cinnamoroll. Hobie was on his phone looking at pictures of Miles and Ganke eating ramen and sushi, then photos of them sharing each other food from their chopsticks.

The next slide it was a quick video.

"How does that taste?" Miles asked letting Ganke take a bite of his sushi from his chopsticks.

"It's good. Wanna try my ramen?" Ganke fed his best friend with his spoon filled with ramen .

"Sure!" Miles took the spoon in his mouth and smiles, "Mmm, so good." He happily eats, "I should've order that."

"Wanna switch?"

"Sure! You liked my sushi more, huh?"

"Yeah." Ganke chuckles as they switch their foods. The people in the background awed at them being cute.

Even the waiter said, "You guys are so cute being together. I'm rooting for your relationship!" The two only look at her with an awkward smile.

Hobie bites his bottom lip being very upset. "Count to ten, Hobie. It's just them enjoying themselves to eat." Pav peaks, "That's cute they share their food." He hugs his big stuffed Cinnamoroll being overjoy with his purchased.

"Sharing food from each other spoons and chopsticks is normal with best friends?" Hobie snapped at Pav already annoyed.

"Hobies, chill. Just talk to Miles about how you don't like how touchy feeling him and Ganke are." Gwen said having to pat her wavy haired friend, "Don't take it out on us, sheesh."

"Sorry, mate." Hobie said to Pav, he shoves his phone back into his pocket, "I'm just on edge."

"Hobie, it's okay. I know how much you care about Miles." Pav smiles at him not being bothered by Hobie's attitude. The three continue their hang out until it was time to meet up with Miles.

They were inside the Vegan burger joint since Gwen wanted to try it. Hobie's eyes on the main entrance, then Miles came in wearing a different outfit. His dark eyes soften when his Sunflower smiles at him, then he noticed a bandage on his left arm.

"Hey bae!" Miles went up to his boyfriend to kiss him.

"Luv, what happen to you?" Hobie asked being concerned by his arm then noticed something, "You got another tattoo?"

"Yeah, I did! You didn't see my So-City post?" His boyfriend saw Gwen and Pav, "Hey guys, sorry I'm late. I had to change out of my costume and take Ganke home."

"Luv, when did you get a tattoo?" Hobie asked being a bit surprised.

Miles smiles happily, "Me and Ganke got matching tattoos together. It's our friendship anniversary today, so we wanted to do something together!" Unaware of the dark jealous look from Hobie.

"What? No way, what kind did you two get?" Pav asked being in shock.

"Matching tattoos? Isn't that what couples do? Ain't that a curse?" Gwen glanced over seeing Hobie quiet.

Miles explained, "A lot of people get tattoos with their close friends. Me and Ganke been wanting to get one since he got his first tattoo! So we thought long and hard, and realized we're both One Piece nerds. So we got an X as a symbol of our friendship and loyalty for each other!" His honey-brown eyes soften being so happy, "He's my best friend."

"Awe, that's so cute." The wavy haired teenager puts his hands on his cheeks being so awestruck.

Hobie stood quiet before he decided to walk away. "Bae, where you going?" Hearing Miles' voice.

"I'm gonna take a smoke break." He mutters lowly.

"Let me come with you-" Hobie stops him, "No, Miles. I want to go alone." He walk outside of the restaurant.

Miles frowns hearing his boyfriend sounding upset. "What's wrong with him?" He asked his other two friends.

Hobie inhale his cigarette feeling the nasty bitter tar taste dragging on his tastebuds. Been awhile since he smoke, he rarely smoke cigarettes these days since he got with Miles. He sighs feeling like a fool for getting so worked over his boyfriend's tattoo. Why does he feel so challenged with Ganke?

He hear the front door opening, "I told you I want to be alone, Sunflower." He finally said, hearing his boyfriend's footsteps.

"Gwen and Pav told me you were upset about me spending the day with Ganke." Miles went up to him, his arms wrapping around Hobie's left arm trying to comfort him. "Baby, do you hate it when I'm with him?"

"I dunno." He mutters.

"But you got so upset when I mentioned I got a tattoo with him! Hobie, me and Ganke are just friends!"

"Friends who hug each other all the time? Friends, who share chopsticks and food? Friends who get matching tattoos?" Hobie snapped then stops himself when he saw his boyfriend's eyes widen at him. "Sorry, luv... I am. That's why I wanted to be alone."

"Hobie, me and Ganke are friends! A lot of people are close with their friends. We just vibe that way."

"Sunflower, I know you and him are friends, but I get jealous over it. I think it's because he's better for you." Hobie sighs being upset, "I'm just a bloke with-" Miles grab his face to kiss him, Hobie's dark eyes widen from shock as he felt his Sunflower's kiss him so passionately.

When Miles pull away his tongue slip out of Hobie's mouth, then he gave a hard bite on his partner's bottom lip. The punker winced from the sudden bite his partner made, he blinks when his boyfriend glared at him. "I hate when you talk so badly about yourself. I love you, Hobie. Me and Ganke are just friends nothing more, man. Tsk, you're acting stupid, but you're my jealous stupid man!" He kisses Hobie again to comfort those bottom bite lip.

His boyfriend pulls the nineteen year old into a deeper kiss. "Luv," Hobie pulls away, "I still wish you asked me about having a tattoo. I'm jealous you two have matching tattoos."

"Huh! But I got two tattoos about you, baby!" Miles puff his cheeks.

Hobie kisses his boyfriend this time with more hunger, more need that made Miles' face heated. The punker's larger hands cupping his little Sunflower as they tongue kissed. He mutter lowly, "I don't like sharing you, luv."

"Hmm," Miles pinches his boyfriend's cheek making him winced again, "You ruined the kiss by being too possessive, mi amor. You still have a lot to learn about controlling your jealousy! It's cute when you kiss me like this but you putting yourself down is pissing me off."

"Luv, you love it when I'm like this." Hobie chuckles.

"Hmph, you got mad over a tattoo. I'm not removing it and Ganke is my best friend. You're gonna have to learn!" Miles huffed, "Over a simple tatt-" Hobie kisses him again, "I like it when your like this."

"Dummy!" Miles frowns, playfully hitting his boyfriend's shoulder, "You always gotta be the jealous type." Hobie picks him up with a smile on his face making him blush, "See I like this, but not when you're trying to get delusional about me and Ganke. It's weird, man. It's like me getting jealous over you and Karl. You don't see me going on my phone checking where you're at all the time?" He puff his cheeks again being annoyed.

"You're cute when you're mad at me, Sunflower." He leans over to nose rub his boyfriend's nose, then picks him up letting Miles' legs wrap around his waist. "I would it if we get matching tattoos."

"No," Miles huffs, "Those are curses. I rather let you give me a tongue piercing."

"That can be arrange. I always wanted you to get one." Hobie purrs in his boyfriend's ear, "You'll look sexy with it."

"Bad! I'm already sexy, bae." Miles pinches his cheeks again, "Always ruining the moment!" He playfully smirk on his face. "You play too much."

"I want your attention. You left me all alone today, luv."

"So?"

"I need you, my darling!"

"You're so clingy! Now put me down."

"No!" Hobie carries his boyfriend back inside the restaurant, "This is payback for leaving me."

"Hobie!"

[fangirleaconmigo]

Geraskier concept (PART TWO IN THE REBLOG)

How about an AU where Julian Alfred Pankratz’s family is a scary, violent family…like evil necromancers who work for imperialists and do their dirty work. Magical mobsters. Something like that.

And when Julian is ‘brought into the family business’ as a teen, he is taken on an errand and witnesses a murder. He is so traumatized by it. He vomits. He rages.

He isn’t a hero or anything but he does have a conscience and harming others and violence sickens him.

He wants to run away but his father is too powerful. He would never be able to get far enough. So he asks his father to let him go. To release him from his family obligations.

His father is like absolutely not. You’re young. Once you get a little experience, you’ll realize that killing is necessary. All of this idealism and self righteousness is just naïveté and childishness. So just stay. You’ll get used to it.

Julian is like no I will never be alright with killing people.

They fight like demons about it and Julian’s father tells him he will let him go under one condition. That he consents to having a spell put on him. “The day you kill someone, everything will go black and you will wake up here, under an obligation to work for me.”

They are both so sure of themselves.

Julian agrees to it almost before his father is even done explaining himself. He has nothing to lose. “I’ll never do it,” he vows.

Julian’s father is so sure his son will eventually become like him. Will follow in his footsteps. So he casts the spell and Julian agrees to change his name to sever their connection. He calls himself Jaskier and he takes off.

Freedom is exhilarating. Jaskier drinks and sings and fucks and meets new people and sees the world. Most importantly he gets to be himself.

Of course his father keeps tabs on him and occasionally sends a messenger to ask if he’s tired of being a brat. He tries to get him to come back. But the answer is always no.

Then Jaskier meets Geralt. At first it’s just admiration and of course (of course) lust, like everything else. But it quickly transforms into something else. They spend nights talking by campfires, drinking together, talking shit, making fun of aldermen who are afraid of Geralt or who don’t want to pay him. They fit together in a way Jaskier has never experienced.

And Geralt is magnificent. Geralt protects him and pulls him out of danger and saves his life time and time again. Jaskier falls in love with his entire heart and soul. He thinks it is one sided. So he decides to never confess it. But oh he loves him. He harbors it in his heart.

But he cannot bring himself to tell him about his family. Mostly, he is ashamed, though he isn’t sure if it is of his father or himself.

Then one day, Geralt is set upon by superstitious villagers being egged on by a mage who wants Geralt run out of town. Geralt, strong as he is, can be overwhelmed by magic plus being outnumbered.

Jaskier is in a tavern performing, but he finishes and comes upon the scene just as Geralt has fallen. He realizes with soul deep panic that Geralt could die if he doesn’t help him. The only way to do so is to silence the mage who hasn’t yet seen Jaskier.

When Jaskier picks up the knife he knows he will likely never see Geralt again. He knows it will mean a life of soul destroying evil. Of conformity. Of captivity. Of being under his father’s thumb again.

But they are bearing down on Geralt and no one else can help him. Geralt who has saved his life more times than he can count.

And what is love if not willingness to sacrifice?

So he steps out of the shadows and buries the knife in the mages neck. By the time he pulls it out, he turns to mist and the knife clatters to the ground.

With the mage dead, Geralt easily overwhelms the villagers and frees himself. He didn’t see who killed the mage but there’s no time to figure it out. he goes to find Jaskier so they can get out of town.

But Jaskier is gone. Geralt cannot find him anywhere. He tortures himself with thoughts about why Jaskier abandoned him. Did he sense that Geralt had fallen in love with him and so abandoned him? Did he grow tired of dealing with the prejudice that dogs Geralt? Did he see the mob and say…no more?

And who stabbed the mage? Certainly not Jaskier. Not his Jaskier who vomits at the sight of blood.

But Geralt cannot in his heart of hearts believe, truly believe that Jaskier would leave without a word. Would he? He thinks he can accept it and forget about him. But he can’t. It haunts him. So he decides he needs answers. He wants jaskier to explain himself.

If only he could find him and ask. He could put his heart at ease. But he realizes with horror that he has never actually asked Jaskier about his family or his life. What kind of friend has he been? And how will he find him?

Then he remembers something.

One night at a performance, someone called Jaskier some other name. Jaskier hustled them away, and Geralt doesn’t remember the whole thing.

The only word he remembers is Lettenhove.

He will go there. He will get his answers.

[electronickingdomfox]

"The Wounded Sky" review

Novel from 1983, by Diane Duane (I had read some TOS comics, and even played a text adventure by this same author, but this is the first novel I read). Very bizarre, very imaginative. You'd probably have to go back to "Planet of Judgment" (1977) to find a similarly unusual TOS novel. Most of the "action" unfolds inside mental landscapes (and that's not even a proper description; the situation is actually far more complex than that). At times poetic, at times metaphysical, it's a more difficult novel than the standard TOS light literature, though there are also many humorous moments.

The aliens are remarkable for how truly "alien" they are, which produces lots of absurd (from a human viewpoint) situations. There's a species who only see in infrared, and needs properly heated cards to play poker. A feline alien that doesn't have language to express the passage of time. Another species with twelve sexes, all of them male (specially the ones who bear children). And glass spiders with an altogether different understanding of physics, who spend a lifetime building a nest of memories to pass to their offspring, and then die at the time of mating. I haven't read any novels by Terry Pratchett, though I know about Discworld from the videogames, but may I say there's something "pratchean" in all this?

In many ways, this is a fascinating novel. But is it a good representative of a Trek novel? I'm not sure. I feel the scope and the depth of this story is a bit constrained by the Trek frame. The TOS series, and even the movies, had a smaller scope: interpersonal problems, specially among the big three, or political conflicts. The aliens were usually very human, and represented different human societies/worldviews. Even when more alien creatures appeared, like the gas cloud from "Obsession", the story was really about Kirk's very personal demons. So maybe this novel would have benefitted if it was set in its own, independent sci-fi world, that provided the needed freedom to explore the larger cast and variety the story strives for.

I'll try to summarize the plot, though this is over-simplifying, since "themes" are more important here than "action". Spoilers under the cut:

The Enterprise is tasked with testing a new revolutionary invention, that will allow ships to travel instantly as far as they want, even outside the galaxy. The artifact in question works by "inversion", sending the starship to a different dimension where time doesn't exist, and popping it up again at the desired coordinates. Since there's no time involved, there's no damage done to ship and crew. Theoretically. Well, what could possibly go wrong?

They take aboard the artifact, along with its Hamalki inventor: K't'lk (pronounced "ketelk", I think). She's the glass spider from the cover, and thus far, takes the prize for most unusual "lady of the week". K't'lk soon becomes best friends with Scotty, though the engineer struggles to understand the nutty physics of the Hamalki. For his part, Kirk has a conversation with her about the reproductive habits of her species, during which K't'lk weaves a strange crystal sculpture, and gifts it to him. She also makes a demonstration of the inversion process, without changing the ship's coordinates. But Kirk can't feel anything, except a vague dizziness.

However, soon after leaving the starbase, the Enterprise is attacked by Klingon ships which desire the inversion apparatus. Sulu manages to outmaneuver them, sending the Klingons into a nearby star, which becomes nova right then. The Enterprise escapes the explosion in the nick of time, by activating inversion and leaving the normal plane of existence. And this time, the crew has indeed strange (but blissful) experiences during inversion. For example, Kirk finds himself living as if he was the starship itself, and this had a conscience of its own.

Upon reappearing in the normal universe, they find out the explosion somehow messed up the coordinates, so they're not anywhere near the Lesser Magellanic, which it was their mission to investigate. Also, the nearby star is going nova too. Coincidence again? Activating inversion once more, this time they're placed in the correct coordinates. But with each subsequent, longer jump, the inversion experiences are becoming weirder, and individuals start merging with other crewmembers, and seeing things from their viewpoint.

Finally, things get more sinister once Kirk reappears with real wounds, that he thought were just the product of his mind. And even worse, the Lesser Magellanic, now nearby, is showing the most disturbing anomalies. Entropy has simply ceased to exist at some points. And it seems the longer jumps with the inversion apparatus have caused this, by ripping the fabric of the universe. Thus, a new universe without entropy is sipping through the tear, and threatens to destroy everything. (It's funny how the problem in "The Entropy Effect" was that they had too much entropy, while here they have too little. If they just left it alone...).

K't'lk is sure she can close the rip between both universes, but to do so, they'll need to make a final jump right at the center of the anomaly. The climax of the story happens entirely inside the mental world of inversion. Which is highly malleable by thought, given the progressive rupture of natural laws. Also, the flux in entropy is represented by ascencing and descending slopes in the landscape. However, they can't close the rip immediately, since they discover a living, god-like being (called simply "the Others"), who would be destroyed in the process. Before that, Spock must join in a group mind-meld with other crewmembers, to give the Others self-awareness, and explain the situation. K't'lk must also stay behind with the god, to weave new natural laws for Them to live in. And she puts forth this universe by singing (echoes from Tolkien's "Silmarillion"? might be, since a forest called "Lorien" appears at one point).

Once everything's fixed, and the Enterprise is back in Federation space via smaller jumps (that won't mess up the universe too much), Starfleet decides that the inversion apparatus is way too dangerous in its present state, and must not be used. Meanwhile, everyone misses K't'lk. But when Kirk accidentally breaks the crystal sculpture that she gave to him, he discovers it was actually an egg. A new, small K't'lk emerges from it, and quickly runs to greet Scotty.

Spirk Meter (or rather McSpirk): 5/10*. During inversion, Kirk gets to see Spock and McCoy's true, deepest natures, and he's in awe with what he finds. First, he's blinded by McCoy's compassion, and the doctor's touch on his arm both reassures and bewilders him. Then Kirk is humbled by Spock's desire of knowledge and his superior mind. The three of them are relieved to find such good qualities in the others' souls. However, the scene is quite abstract, and seems to be dealing more with the characters as ideas, rather than as specific persons. So I don't find it all that slashy really.

As for Spones as such, there's the moment when Kirk finds them walking together, while inside the anomaly, and Spock looks at McCoy with "nearly unalloyed affection". Kirk also considers that McCoy is more geared towards receiving, in contrast to Spock's inclination for giving... How convenient for them!

*A 10 in this scale is the most obvious spirk moments in TOS. Think of the back massage, "You make me believe in miracles", or "Amok Time" for example.

[class1akids]

If there was an AU post canon in which Shouto sacrifices his quirk to save Deku, there's no way to return it back (sorry Eri) and he doesn't want to get involved in the hero world (because it hurts him feeling useless), which would Shouto choose?

At first I thought healthcare working, but I'm getting bored of the same thing since I've seen a lot of that. Anything else?

EMT / Paramedic works great for Shouto because of his 5-pee-pee-man storyline and him being basically a field medic for the team already. So I dearly love fics that explore it, and I think that with a loss of quirk, it is always a great area.

I think otherwise, you have to think about a bit what fits Shouto's character (of the things we know about him, the things we know he enjoys or is good at):

I could see him retire to the countryside to live with / close to his mom and learn to grow vegetables or something like that

Him having a lot of experience with fire and ice, I could see him working as a fire-fighter or in mountain rescue (and I assume he'd keep some of his temperature resistance)

Lean into his love for animals and have him volunteer at a shelter or start a cat cafe

Have him (and Touya) start a charity together that helps domestic abuse victims / they may even operate a shelter or something

Have him pick up a hobby that he was never allowed to spend time on as a child and have it become his profession (he seems to have a knack for interior remodelling / maybe working with historic furniture or any traditional Japanese crafts would suit him)

Teaching, especially small kids or specialized quirk counselling. I think the Remedial arc showed that Shouto is actually good with kids, and what's more, hanging around them makes him really happy. And it's another way to make him experience childhood again.

Why not lean into his "Shouto will do what you ask from him" and have him start modelling? Maybe at first for charity purposes, but then he makes a life out of it.

I think these would all work as AUs. I don't really see him working in very menial jobs (such as a coffee-shop AU) unless he is the owner. You have to keep in mind that Shouto is likely to have money, unless your AU also includes Endeavor cutting him off for some reason, and he'd have savings / name recognition from being a pro hero and some good friends. So his work wouldn't be about simply make ends meet, but either focused on how he can make the world a better place without a quirk (and in a TDDK context, that's super-interesting for Izuku to see as he saw no value in his own quirkless self, so seeing Shouto make the transition and perhaps embrace it could be a nice twist) or how losing his quirk could be a blessing in disguise allowing him the kind of freedom to re-imagine himself that he never had before.

[muzzleroars]

i am glad you still love your supercomputer au! your fanfiction and the pieces you created once is such masterpieces... your old curiouscat link gave an error so i cannot see the answers you gave to people. can you generally tell the au shortly? akiras relationships with phantom thieves, futaba and akiras relationships etc etc

aaaa thank you!! and im sorry so much was on curiouscat that i didn't back up ;o; but i can definitely give a brief overview as well as go into a little more detail about akira!!

for some background, akira was an orphaned child used in the cognitive pscience experiments, as he showed great potential in preliminary testing (ie, what would become his wildcard ability) he grew up housed in a facility for this purpose, with his main social contact through the ten years he was there being YAL20XX, a supercomputer designed to analyze data related to the field. frightened and eventually bitter toward the researchers, YAL was programmed to speak to him for them, keeping him content in a way they couldn't while gathering information he refused to give. this back and forth went on long enough that, in YAL's complexity, he grew into sentience and so into hatred for humanity - akira understood his emotions and yal, with full control of the facility, was able to plan their escape and the subsequent work they did on creating the metaverse navigator

the test for humanity is the same as in canon, with akira playing the role of black mask with his persona, mephistopheles. he is an unknown entity to the conspiracy, but his brutal efficiency means they don't bother to question who he might be. akira, as a person, rarely goes out and refuses to make connections with others, believing yal to be the only being he can trust or that can understand him - he is too different, too changed from who he could have been and what everyone else is, and he carries a great grudge for his mistreatment. he believes in the world yaldabaoth promises, and he is sure humanity will ultimately fail their test regardless of the introduction of the phantom thieves to stand against shido

his connection to the thieves is mixed, somewhat limited, but grows increasingly over time - goro is of course who he meets first, becoming a regular at leblanc so yal can keep a close eye on him through a more human lens (and have an agent that can direct him as needed) goro is very much taken by akira's bright intellect and unusual perspective, while akira slowly comes to appreciate goro's tenacity and his willingness to risk everything in his work as a thief. it's not easy for him to make connections or believe others, but goro doesn't give up on pursuing their relationship, he puts his faith in akira and refuses to leave their friendship at a surface level despite akira's coldness. and that's. very hard for akira to accept. he so fully believes in humanity's irredeemable malice and his own fundamental brokenness that he doesn't know how to feel when goro continuously defies those expectations. goro, as well as all the thieves, risk their freedom and their lives over and over again for victims they don't know, to build a better world without ever receiving praise or compensation. and goro listens to akira, engages with him but gives him space too, reaches out to see if he ever wants to join them for a day out or just spend time together. even if akira keeps saying no, goro will text him again soon. the thieves are good people, and akira isn't the unlovable monster he believed himself to be.

futaba is very interesting in the supercomputer au, because i like to think she's the one that tipped goro off to akira being much more than he seemed - largely because whatever he's using, futaba can't hack into it. it makes akira VERY wary of her, keeping his distance from futaba as much as he can without attracting attention, but she just knows something is up with him if he's got a setup she has no way into. i do like the idea that she basically fries her computer to catch a glimpse of yal with his mess of esoteric code, but it's enough to unravel akira's identity (in a much more convoluted way than canon got to lol) - she traces him back to a user known as "bowman" that was snooping similar government databases as she did, making his connection to cognitive psience come to the forefront. this is compounded by her finding out all of akira's identification, from his name to his apparent history, is all faked when dug into. at this point they all know he will have to be confronted, and that leads into the end of the game

sorry that was kinda long ;;;; but i think that about covers it!!! if you have any other questions i'd be happy to answer those too ^^

[loyalhorror]

five good things

i wrote something today! like. two or three paragraphs, in a physical notebook. i'm trying to work on like... giving myself permission to just write self-indulgent shit whenever i want to, even if it means writing it badly, just for me. i'm self conscious about it because it has a lot of upsetting themes and i feel like anyone reading it would be peering directly into my soul (but also coming to the wrong conclusions in doing so... i never write anything that's a 1:1 reflection of my own experiences) so it really is just for me. and thats ok.

max has been spending time with @phoenixgryphon lately when he's fronting and it's very sweet watching them interact KJSDNFJF. it's nice to see him stop feeling like he has to pretend to be me all the time. and nice to know that my friends still like this part of me that isn't the usual "me".

having the freedom to just... lie down and nap whenever i want to. i don't have to keep to the rest of the world's schedule and it's really nice, even if it can get lonely at times if i'm awake when other people are mostly asleep.

discovered rebel yell - billy idol yesterday or so and it's been stuck in my head ever since. it reminds me of my oc mykonos which i really like, though i doubt anyone who knows them would expect it to... i like getting to think about the side of them that is less "fawning, traumatised angel afraid of everyone" and more "stubborn, passionate, sharp-tongued bitch" KJSDNFLSDJN though obviously i love both or i wouldn't have made them that way. a big part of their narrative is about domestic violence and sexual trauma and it's important to me that she's still able to be desirable and to WANT to be desired in a healthy, safe way by the people she's attracted to (especially men), especially since i usually write my characters kind of doing the opposite where they're much more "well i never want anyone to touch me or look at me again". anyway though skjdfnjdfn enough about that.

tek helped me learn diaphragm breathing and why it works to calm anxiety, and it's been genuinely really helpful when i start getting the tension in my jaw and the bitter fear-taste in the back of my mouth lately.

[tmntforeverinmyheart]

“Tmnt interdimensional vacation crossover”designs for the boys + cursed desriptions I found from scouring Pinterest

If you have any questions about Raph or Rara, please feel free to ask me :)

Proper info below:

Raph has always been a fighting spirit. Determined to beat his brothers in training, sparring and everything else. He was competitive, always up for a challenge, no matter how dangerous. He was and is at times still full of anger and has a short fuse that could easily be lit by simple teasing. His brother Mikey was the primary instigator that baited him into fights, Raph didn’t always hold back. He felt resentment towards Lee for his position as leader, feeling that he was stronger and better equipped for the job, until the moment where Lee left after an argument and Raph had to step up. The burden was heavy, heavier than Raph could’ve expected, but he was forced to carry it being the second oldest. He realized how much it hurt to see his brothers injured and that he didn’t know how to help. He didn’t have a plan, in a moment of need he froze. The team couldn’t be without Lee, he was their leader, even if he made mistakes. The one thing Raph wants in the whole world, is happiness.

Raph always felt disconnected from the world. Knowing that the most he’d see of it was the city of New York, pretty much only at night. Then the team had to retreat to Aprils family farmhouse upstate, after Lee was injured and New York had been turned into a playground for the kraang. Being so far out, with no humans around gave Raph the ability to explore his new surroundings. He would spend his days deep in the woods, sitting by the creek, jumping from tree to tree and chopping wood for the fireplace. It was a truly freeing experience, and honestly he felt a bit of regret returning to their home in the sewers. After the kraang invasion was dealt with, Raph craved that freedom of being outside during the day, sitting by that creek within the woods was calming, he felt at peace, he could relax and let his troubles drift away. The sewers were dark and grimy, there was no sunlight and he stated to feel his anger creep up again. He vowed that one day, he would travel the world, not caring if he was accepted by society or not. And then he met Mona Lisa, the love of his life. And he realized his dream of happiness and freedom no longer just included himself, his heart was opened to two special people, his girlfriend Mona Lisa and his adopted son Chompy Picasso.

Being in the presence of his counterparts caused him a great deal of stress, as the last time they traveled dimensions, they had to deal with shredder and kraang again. This time however, there was no special reason for their arrival and instead was just a mishap with Dees and Leon’s experiment. The self dubbed disaster twins were immediately enamored with the older and more scarred Raph, and proceeded to ask him a myriad of questions. If Raph was being honest, he loved kids, they were so curious and easily excitable. And even though Dee and Leon were only 4 years younger than him, he still saw them as kids.

Leon was fun, always up for a challenge. He constantly bounced around Raph trying to bait him into a fight to show off his skills. Raph declined, mostly afraid of hurting the kid if he were to go all out. Until Raph was bear witness to a spar orchestrated by Lee of Leon and Rara. He was honestly shocked at how ferocious the two younger turtles were, both going all out or as all out as they could in such a small place. Raph watches in fascination thinking it would end immediately due to Raras size and strength, but Leon is fast, able to anticipate Raras movements eventually beating them. Raph had to do a double take, realizing that he wasn’t as quick or smart as he had been at Leon’s age. Raph could see the similarities between Leon and his own blue banded brother. Next time Leon baits him into a fight, Raph will accept.

Dee and Raph were pretty much opposites. After the initial meeting, Dee mostly stayed in his lab working on a battle shell for Lee. This remind Raph of his own Donnie, and even though him and Dee didn’t have much in common he still made sure to check up on the kid and force him out of his lab if he needed to to get Dee to eat something.

Michael and Raph were instant besties, both having a love of the arts and mostly spent time drawing together. Lee told them an idea he had, about them collaborating on an art project to brighten up their home, he brought them to a wall and told them to go crazy. It was freedom to be creative, it was the perfect challenge. Other than art, Micheal also introduced Raph to the hidden city, a place to explore where only mutants roamed. Pulling him around to all the trinket shops and even saying hi to Baron Draxum.

Raph and Rara bonded over their shared protectiveness over their family, they’d spend hours just talking about their life, struggles, hopes and dreams. It was very relaxing compared to the activities Raph did with his other brothers.

Raph struggled at first with getting to know splinter, having lost his own father barely a year ago, until he saw how much splinter reminded him of his late father, the way he loved his sons, and gave them advice and worried for them. They were a family, big and beautiful and full of love. He wanted to join in, but worried he would ruin everything for them, so he stayed away on family movie nights when they all piled on top of each other and watched a Lou jitsu movie, until one night Micheal pulled him in and stated that him and his brothers were family too.

Physical attributes:

Raph continues to be quite short for his age, even after having a growth spurt that caused him to grow 2 inches taller than Lee, compared to his younger counterparts height, he is much smaller.

Raph suffered a serious infection to his eye, after the brainworm burrowed through it. The look of his eye is worse than the actual state of it, and he wears a patch to conceal it.

His knee and elbow pads have an extra layer of protection underneath, to lessen the amount of injury to his knee caps, and elbows.

He has a large crevice of skin exposed in his plastron, years ago it was a tiny lightning shaped crack through the very top, and over time the crack grew bigger from new injuries he obtained to that area.

Mental:

Raph has undiagnosed temporal lobe ADD

Raph has undiagnosed IED

Raph has entomophobia

[defleppardfan1]

When Love and Hate Collide: Chapter 11

Series Masterlist

A few weeks passed by and nothing had changed between Joe and Y/N. They had been travelling around Asia and Y/N had enjoyed every minute of it. She had never been to this part of the world before, in fact, she had barely left England. She was having the time of her life touring with the band, learning from Mal and just finding a freedom she never had before. 

However, the tension between her and Joe was almost enough to make her miserable. Since the kiss they shared a few weeks ago, Y/N had wanted nothing more than to do it again. In fact, if she was being honest with herself, she was starting to fall for the grumpy frontman, though she wasn’t ready to be honest just yet.

It was obvious that the tension was getting to everyone else on tour. The not so discrete looks, the avoiding each other and the fact that Joe ignores every word she says. It led to many eye rolls, and under-the-breath comments by the other members of the band. Both were noticed by the two but they chose to ignore them. 

Y/N just focused on doing her job and trying to stay out of Joe’s way. The crush she developed on him was growing every time their eyes met across the room. In an attempt to avoid him, she decided to spend more time shadowing Malvin, showing her the ropes of being a tour manager. Something she had never considered as a career until now. 

Little did she know that the more time she spent away from the band, the more time it gave them all time to talk about her. Getting fed up with the way the two were tip-toeing around each other, Sav decided it was time to tell Joe about the possibility of her leaving the tour. Sav had known the singer for twenty years, he knew that the last thing Joe really wanted was for Y/N to leave and then never see her again.

Sav wanted to go about it discreetly, knowing that if he broached the subject head on then he wouldn’t get anywhere. The only problem was trying to set up the conversation. 

*

That night the band had their fifth show in Japan and only a week left before Y/N had to make a decision - a decision that she had no idea how to make. She wanted to stay of course for many reasons, the money being top of the list. Then obviously the band, well Sav, Viv, Phil and Rick at least. She was also learning a lot on this tour from Malvin, giving her experience she never knew she wanted. The only thing pushing her away was Joe.

The idea that she was making him uncomfortable and unhappy on his own tour was enough on its own. The constant avoidance from the kiss he obviously regretted just added to it. Usually Y/N would try not to let it affect her. But with her growing feelings for the singer, it made it really difficult. 

Whilst the band was on stage, Y/N was on standby as usual, but wasn’t paying much attention, something Sav in particular noticed. When he swapped out his bass, she didn’t even notice him leave the stage. He knew that sooner rather than later he would have to talk to Joe.

*

Later that night, Sav knocked on Joe’s hotel door. A habit they all got into to prevent anyone walking in on something they shouldn’t. 

Joe answered his door fairly quickly, looking slightly surprised to see Sav there at that time of night, after they had all retired to their rooms for the evening. 

“I suppose you want to come in.” Joe sighed but moved to the side regardless. Sav nodded and entered the room. “Well?”

“Look Joe, I don’t fully understand why you can’t get along with Y/N but you really have to try.” Sav told him. The plan of tip-toeing around the subject going out of the window. 

“I did try for a while.” Joe answered him, slightly confused about the urgency on Sav’s face.

“Then what happened?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about Sav.” Joe played dumb, something Sav knew him not to be.

“Yes you do. Why are you back to being cold towards her, back to avoiding her?” Sav asked again, in no mood to play about.

“Why do you care?” 

“Because she might be leaving in a week if you don’t sort yourself out.” Sav finally snapped, shocking Joe slightly.

“What?”

Sighing Sav looked directly at Joe as he lowered his tone. “Malvin told her that after we finish the first leg of the tour then she has an out of her contract. She is considering leaving because she doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Joe looked away from his best friend, sitting down on the sofa in his room. “I take it she didn’t tell you.” He spoke after a minute.

“Tell me what?”

“We kissed a few weeks ago.” Joe paused. “Then I ran out of her hotel room.”

“You did what?” Sav asked shocked. Of all the reasons he thought Joe might be distant towards their assistant, that was not one of them.

“We kissed.” Joe repeated.

“Yeah, I heard that. I mean why the hell did you run away?”

“Because.” Joe took a deep breath. “I’m not ready yet.” He let himself be vulnerable in front of one of the only people he fully trusted. Sav looked at him almost sympathetically. “Anyway it doesn’t matter too much, I don’t think she is interested.”

If Sav hadn't been shocked before, he sure was now. It was obvious to anyone that Y/N liked Joe, despite everything.

“What on earth are you on about Joe? She’s almost smitten with you.”

“It didn’t look like that to me. She was with that tech the other week, the day after we kissed.”

Sav was now rolling his eyes. “Y/N wasn’t interested in him. Like at all.” He told Joe before he realised something. “You’re jealous.”

“No.” Joe scoffed childishly.

“Yes you are.” Sav grinned. “There’s nothing wrong with that Joe but you have to tell her how you feel. If you don’t, she’ll leave and you’ll never see her again.”

“I can’t Sav, I told you, I’m not ready yet.”

“Tough Joe. You don’t have time to get ready. She’s not Karla. Give her a chance Joe.” Sav tried to encourage him. “Look I’ll leave you be for tonight, but you have to tell her soon or you will lose her.” With that, Sav left Joe’s room, a small smile on his face, Leaving his best friend to think everything over.

Joe was doing just that. He didn’t sleep well that night thinking everything through. The idea of being with someone so soon after his divorce scared him, but the idea of losing Y/N scared him more. Deep down he knew he had feelings for her, making him feel like a teenager again. He just hadn’t admitted it to himself before. 

Now, after everything Sav had told him, he knew he had to say something before it was too late. The only thing he couldn’t think of was how to tell her without sounding like an idiot. With the way he had behaved towards her since the day he met her. Not calling her by her first name, ignoring her, kissing her and walking away and then going back to ignoring her, he was sure that if Sav was right and she did have feelings for him, then they would be long gone by now. Confessing would only make him look like an idiot.

*

The next day they had their final show in Tokyo before their final two of that leg of the tour. It was obvious to everyone that Joe hadn’t had much sleep, but it was only obvious to Sav why. With an encouraging nod from the bassist, Joe made his way over to where Y/N was helping to organise soundcheck. Clearing his throat, and unintentionally scaring her, Joe caught her attention. 

“Mind if I have a word?”

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

War Series — Leaving Home

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Alternate Ending

Pairing || 1940s!Bucky x Wife!Nurse!Reader

Summary || Your worst fear has come true—your husband has been enlisted into the US Army. He’s going overseas to an unknown country raging with war and destruction to fight for peace and freedom. You get to spend one last magical evening with him before his departure—savouring every moment in case it’s the last one you’ll ever have…

Word Count || 2651

Contents & Warnings || Fluff, Smut & Angst — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, mention of war/injury/death, set in 1943, Bucky and Reader are both 26, pet names (doll, darling), heavy petting (kissing, touching), unprotected vaginal sex, mention of bodily fluids.

Authors Note || I’ve decided to rewrite and repost the first series and one of the first writings I wrote for Bucky.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

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Tick tock

Tick tock

Tick tock

The clock on the living room wall was the only thing that chimed through your home—your eyes fixated on the hand ticking away as you counted down every second and minute. It read 2/57; Bucky should have been back way before that.

You’d been anxious all day while he was away to try and get enlisted for the army so he could travel overseas to an unknown country raging with war and destruction. You knew that this was something he’d wholeheartedly wanted to do, as he felt it was his duty and obligation as a man to fight for peace and freedom in the world. You loved that about him; you were so proud of that, but at the same time, you were selfish as well in that you didn’t want him to leave in fear you would never get to see him again, never hold your husband in your arms ever again—your heart stained forever by the gruesome war that had already claimed so many lives and forever changed men that had seen its brutality.

Working as a nurse in the hospital, you had first-hand experience of the brutal physical and mental injuries some of the soldiers who’d returned had. They were safely at home, yes, but they would never be the same ever again.

You didn’t want that for Bucky. You didn’t want that for anyone.

You held a small hope and wished that he wouldn't be accepted, that your lives wouldn't be changed by him going overseas to fight. That you would continue your lives in your country and home and plan for the future together—for a family and a forever love until the day you die old and grey in each other’s arms.

Please. Please, whatever higher power exists out there, don't pick him. Don’t take him away from me.

You closed your eyes tight, trying to stop the tears from spilling, while your lips quivered. You were so frightened, but you tried hard to block those thoughts from your mind until you knew anything certain.

Gong

Gong

Gong

You inhaled a gasp while your eyes shot open when the clock rang loudly throughout the house, scaring you slightly, signalling that it had hit 3 O’Clock. It pulled you back into the here and now—away from the thoughts of a gloomy distant future that may not even happen.

You looked down at the book in your lap, The Hobbit. The fantasy world within hadn’t been able to calm your nerves, so you mark your page and lay the book to the side.

There were a few more tense and excruciating minutes of waiting for his return when finally, there was a sign of him.

The front door to your house opened, followed by an announcement of his arrival.

“Hi, doll, I’m home,” he yelled cheerfully,

A giant smile came to your face that he was finally back. You got up so you could greet him and smoothed out your long white skirt.

“In the living room!”

His footsteps approached, sounding much heavier than when he left this morning, making your brows furrow. It sounded like heavy boots instead of his regular light ones. Something was wrong.

“Sorry I’m late, darling,” his voice got louder as he got closer, “I had some arrangements I had to make.”

“It’s fine. How did the-”

You didn’t need to finish the question. Your worst fear was already answered as he came into the room, clad in his brand new uniform.

Why? Why him? Why did he have to be taken away from me?

The smile on your face dropped, as did your stomach, making you feel ill and heartbroken. There was a slight spasm in your legs as you felt them weaken, but you stood your ground, not wanting to show him how negatively this was affecting you—wanting to be brave for him.

He came to you, a boyish smile on his beautiful and pure face, resting his hand gently on your lower back as he laid a sweet kiss on your cheek and then another.

“Y-you got your orders?”

“Yep. The 107th, Sergeant James Barnes, shipping out to England first thing in the morning.”

“H-huh?”

Now, your legs gave away, making you sit down on the sofa again as you clutched your heart which felt like it had exploded in the most gruesome way possible in the news of hearing him leaving already tomorrow. It felt like someone had ripped it out of you and then stomped and spit on it.

Why did he have to leave so soon? You thought you would have a little more time together before he left for weeks or months on end.

“Woah,” he sat beside you when he noticed you became ill, the life drained from your face. His soft hands took yours, thumbs soothing the back of them. “Are you ok, doll?”

“Y-yeah, I-I just… why so soon? I-I thought we would have a few days together?”

“I know, darling,” he cradled your face, and you leaned into his palm, closing your eyes at his tender touch. God, you were going to miss this, miss him. “I’m so sorry it's on such short notice. I wish we had some more time, but they said it was urgent. They really need more soldiers. They were going to send me immediately, but I managed to persuade them for tomorrow instead. I needed one last night with my girl. I couldn’t just leave you like that.”

“I-it’s ok,” you kissed his palm, “I-I understand.”

“I’ve made some arrangements for us tonight out in the city, just you and me. That’s why I was so late. So what do you say, doll? You want to spend one last magical night with your husband?”

His nose nudged yours, making a bright smile form on your face. “There’s that smile I love.” The promise of a beautiful night with your love brightened your mood. “Yes! Yes, I would love that, honey. Please, lead the way, Sarge….”

Later in the evening

Although you were devastated that Bucky was leaving tomorrow, there was nothing you could do about it. No words or pleas for him to stay—it was too late, it was already decided. So there was nothing else to do now than enjoy your last evening together, savouring each and every moment with him in case it's the last one you’ll ever have.

“Ok, keep your eyes closed. Don’t open them until I say.”

He was leading you up several flights of stairs—almost endless, it felt like. Although he held your hand to guide you, you stumbled quite a few times.

“Bucky, can’t I just have my eyes open for the stairs part?”

“No! No! Keep them closed! It’s part of the experience. Don’t worry, doll; I got you. I won’t let you fall.”

You trusted him. You always did.

He was leading you pretty high up the building, and you felt your whole body spent up in excitement at where he was taking you—barely able to contain it.

“Where are you taking me, Bucky?”

“You’ll see. We’re almost there.”

A heavy door was opened, and you were led through it. The evening breeze hit your skin, making chills erupt, and you could hear the faint noises of the bustling city below—all indicating that you were pretty high up on a rooftop.

“Ok,” he came to stand behind you, holding your shoulders while his lips brushed your ear, “open them.”

The sight you were met with was magical. He’d set up such a fairytale date for the two of you. The rooftop was decorated entirely with twinkling lights. To the side, tucked in a hidden and slight private corner, there were pillows and blankets where you could relax. A basket of some sorts, most likely containing snacks or food, and a bottle of wine lay next to it. And just now, you could hear soft music playing through a radio.

“Oh, Bucky, this is so beautiful,” you gasped excitedly. “Honey, you didn’t have to do all of this for me.” But of course, being Bucky, he always went above and beyond when it came to you. It was always magical and memorable with him.

“Of course I did. I want everything to be perfect for my beautiful wife.” He kissed your neck, which made you shudder.

“Now come,” he offered you his hand, “dance with your husband one last time.” Dancing with him? There was nothing better, so you gladly took his hand and let him lead the way.

He pulled you flush against him—holding your waist while his other held your hand. Your own place on his shoulder. The calm sway of your bodies, while you gazed into each other’s eyes, was magical—getting lost in one another, taking each other in, as it felt like it was only you and him in the universe. The worries and fear about tomorrow and the future forgotten about in this moment.

“I love you, doll.”

He whispered sweet nothings to you, caressing his soft lips with yours. His words that were meant for you only had chills tingle your spine, and butterflies erupt in your stomach.

Out of the blue, he spun you around, making you giggle and your skirt twirl around you. Your laugh filled his heart with all the warmth and security he would ever need. This was the image of you he would remember while abroad—your eternal beauty.

He suddenly dipped you, making you gasp, but he caught you—he would never let you fall. His face inches from yours—so close, teasing, wanting you to beg, knowing how much you were yearning for him, for a kiss.

“Oh, will you just kiss me, Mr Barnes,” you giggled.

You didn’t need to tell him twice. His lips crashed into yours—kissing you with such passion and love before he pulled away.

“I would be kissing you till the end of times if I had the chance, Mrs Barnes.”

He gave you one more heartwarming kiss before he straightened you up again, dancing and laughing with you for some time more before you found yourself nestled into the soft pillows.

You were lying on your sides, facing each other as you talked, kissed and fed each other mini treats and sweets—a glass of wine for each of you to the side that continuously was drunk and refilled.

Bucky kept a grasp on the back of your thigh at all times—caressing and squeezing the soft skin. The more alcohol he drank, the more touchy he became, inching his hand higher till he reached your behind. He palmed your flesh, making your breathing hitch as he growled against your lips.

“I need you so bad, darling. I need to feel you wrapped around me one last time.”

The alcohol, as well as his sensual words and energy, had you so needy and desperate for him—all of him. With your hands snaked into his hair, you tugged his head until your lips connected—moving them together in hurried sync, so desperate to feel one another.

He pushed you down on your back while he found his place on top—never disconnecting your mouths. The passion of his lips moved to the sensitive spot of your neck—kissing and licking the skin, making you moan as you got to work on unbuttoning a few buttons on your blouse so you could give him more room to explore and kiss you.

Once your collarbone and clothed breasts were revealed, he gave the area some much-needed attention with some open-mouth kisses. His hand that was once underneath your skirt palmed your covered breast. The sensation of his mouth and touch made you shudder in delight and let out a whimper of satisfaction.

“D-do you think someone is going to see us, Bucky?”

“Don’t worry. No one will see us.”

Bucky undid his pants while you pulled your panties off and hiked your skirt up. He teased your wetness, making you whimper a plea, before he lined himself with your entrance.

Once he pushed through your tightness, you moaned against each other's lips. Bucky rocked his pelvis against yours—filling you up to perfection with each deep stroke, brushing up against your sweet spot. Your sounds of pleasure were muffled by your lips moving together. He laced his fingers with yours—bringing your intertwined hands above your head as you were both close to finding your simultaneous release.

“Let go for me, doll.” He mumbled against your swollen lips.

“Oh, James,” you cried as you found your pleasure—eyes fluttering shut while you arched into him. The feel of you pulsating around him brought his own release, and he groaned into your neck as he filled you up with his warmth and love—a perfect ending to a beautiful evening.

The next morning

It was time.

What you’d been dreading for the last 24 hours—to say goodbye to your husband.

You’d promised yourself that you wouldn't cry, wanting to be brave and strong for him so he didn’t need to worry about leaving you for weeks or months. But you couldn’t help it when a few tears escaped, staining your cheeks, as you walked out with him to the front porch to say your final goodbyes. The car that came to pick him up was patiently waiting.

“Bu-Bucky.” Your voice cracked as you uttered his name in a sob, your lips quivering.

“Oh, my sweet love….”

Seeing you in that state broke his heart, and he was starting to doubt whether this was the right decision he made, but it was too late now; there was no turning back.

“... come here, doll.”

He opened his arms for you, and you slung yourself around him, tucking your face into his clothed chest, listening to his heartbeat while he kept you tight to him.

“Please, James. Promise me you will come back to me. Promise you will return safely in one piece.” Your begs were muffled against his jacket, the few tears that spilt staining it.

“Darling, look at me,” his fingers lifted your chin so you could peer into his crystal blue eyes one last time. He tried so hard to keep his voice calm and clear as he spoke, but you could hear it give away as his own eyes filled with tears. “You know I can’t promise you that. Y-you know I can’t. But I promise you I will fight. I will try and claw my way out any hole to get back to you, my love. That I can promise you, o-ok?” He wiped your tears as they were free falling now. You saw him trying to fight back his own, but they were already starting to spill.

You nodded your head. You knew there was no guarantee for his safe return, but you knew he would fight like hell to come back to you, so that was all you could hope and pray for.

His lips found yours one last time while his hands cradled your face and yours tangled in the hairs at the back of his head, holding him tight, not wanting to let go. The kiss held so many emotions—love, fear, desperation and need. This may be the last kiss, and you made sure to savour the feel of his soft lips on yours.

“I love you, James.”

“I love you too, doll.”

“Please be careful.”

“I will,” he gave you one last kiss, “I promise I will try.”

He let you go and picked up his bag before he got in the car. Once he sat in the back of it, he let the tears flow freely down his face—heartbroken, scared and alone.

You waved and put on a brave smile, but once the car was out of sight, you fell to your knees and broke down crying—sobbing uncontrollably.

Please. Whoever can hear me out there, bring him back to me safely…

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