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[strawbeerossi]

Nights Like These

18+ Content. Minors DNI

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: After a grueling case, your best friend and roommate Spencer comes home a lot more cuddly and hands on. So much so you two have to share a bed because he just doesn’t wanna be alone.

Content Warning: Some light case discussion, light angst due to Spencer being in distress from the case, one of the many versions of the one bed trope, best friends with hidden feelings trope, Spencer ends up having a wet dream, admitted feelings, some sweet fluff, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (f receiving), finger sucking, unprotected sex, creampie, some cockwarming in the end.

Word Count: 2.5K

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This is purely self indulgent. Also new format of not doing purely 3rd person. Let me know if I should do this more often.

You knew how hard it was for Spencer on emotionally draining cases. He had feared being alone after them, his experience in prison making him more prone to the occasional outburst, which he desperately tried avoiding.

They could take an everlasting impact on him if he wasn’t careful enough, the idea of losing all control and being faced with the trauma that continued stacking against him was not what he needed.

He struggled enough with his day to day life, his therapist only able to give him so much advice and do so much for him. He liked to say that she helped but she wasn’t a miracle worker. He seemed to never be comfortable in the past.

Until he met you.

He’d found solace with you.

The way you would play with his hair and let him get as close as possible to you so he could cling for comfort were things that he appreciated. You weren’t the type to push him away and tell him to deal with his own issues, no, you took care of him.

You’d met whenever Spencer put out an ad for a new roommate, living in DC was something he could afford due to the luxury of working with the FBI for fifteen years, however he didn’t like being alone. 

He was fresh out of prison at the time, the silence being too eery to deal with. He knew he couldn’t live in the chaos of JJ’s house, nor could he turn to much of anyone else on the team. He felt like a burden to them. A piece of him died in the prison cell he was left in,the nights of being awake due to the impending doom that was gonna strike granted the inmates found out he was a federal agent.

When he had gotten into contact with you due to you being the first one to speak with him, he had already found some sense in comfort with you. You were kind and always had a smile on your face, not to mention that you had a sense of cleanliness that Spencer could definitely deal with.

 Due to his busy life, his apartment could tend to be littered with books that he’d started before he got a call, he would have case files piling up, even the occasional coffee cup or two was left out. He wasn’t a slob, yet he could definitely benefit from a roommate who would teach him the ways of organization.

The both of you really seemed to hit it off, your energies feeding into one another really well. You learned he knew way too much, joking how you didn’t know how his brain could hold the vast amount of knowledge that stuck with him. He learned that you were really into science fiction novels and films, being impressed with your knowledge of Doctor Who and Star Trek. 

Both of you were seemingly cut from the same piece of cloth, making it easier for you to upgrade from just being roommates to best friends as well.

It was a late Tuesday night whenever Spencer was quietly walking through the front door. He could smell the familiar scent of lemon, associating the smell with the cleaner that you’d mop the floors with. 

He was toeing his shoes off by the front door, knowing you’d kill him if you woke up to anything on the freshly mopped floors. “Y/N?” He called, walking deeper into the apartment. His voice was hoarse, presumably from yelling at some point. 

“In my room!” You call, glancing up from the book in your hands while watching Spencer quietly push the door open. He looked exhausted. Being familiar already with that look, you were placing your book down before holding your arms out to Spencer with a soft sigh.

As he approached your bed and you felt his body collapse in your arms, you were slowly rubbing his back.The heaviness of his heart could be felt by the way his grip tightened on you, his face buried in your neck as his body shifted to get comfortable on the bed beside you. 

Your fingers were threading through the touseled curls on his head, nails occasionally scratching his scalp in an effort to help soothe him. It seemed to work, his grip loosening and his head lifting soon after, cheek against the fluffy pillow that he could’ve swore that you had added to your bed just for him.

“It was a hard case.” He stated the obvious, making your head nod. “I can imagine. Do you wanna talk about it?” The softness of your voice brought Spencer comfort, a soft sigh falling from his lips. “The unsub targeted male and female best friends. Apparently, his ex-girlfriend had left him for someone who was her best friend. We found out they recently got married and he just snapped.”

He neglected to mention how the duos reminded him of the friendship you two shared.

It was something that a partner wouldnt understand without immediately jumping to the worst conclusions. It made him think of how that very well could’ve been you two, a man killing you for his own failed relationship and pushing blame on everyone else.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.. You’re safe now, more importantly, he’s behind bars.” Your reassurance made his head nod slowly. “You’re right.” He offered a small smile, his head turning to face you easier. “Do you mind if I sleep with you?”

The question was a silly one to ask, already knowing the answer whenever he was being told to turn off the bedside lamp closest to him. 

You didn’t mind sharing a bed with Spencer, enjoying the comforting presence of a loving companion. Truth be told, you’d always had the tiniest crush on him. He made sure you were okay both physically and mentally, not to mention that he was truly an amazing roommate and friend. He carried a sense of warmth, one that could draw anyone in.

As you began to drift off to sleep, things felt right. 

The feeling of his arms wrapped around your frame always made you feel a sense of safety, not to mention the butterflies in your belly would come to life when he’d pull you closer in the night.

Tonight was different.

You’d been sleeping for a good four hours now, the sounds of labored breathing filling the room from your slumber combined with Spencer’s, his snores not being unbearably loud. However, at some point you two had ended up in a spooning situation, your body being engulfed by his arms as he pulled you tight to his chest.You were stirring awake to the sounds of soft whispers coming from Spencer, his face buried in your neck. 

It wasn’t rare for him to talk in his sleep, you finding it silly at times because you could have full conversations with him. 

In your drowsy state, you hadn’t registered the way his hips were rutting into yours, his hard cock pressing firm against your clothed ass under the sheets. What you did register though, was a warm hand under the sheets trailing up your thigh, warm and wet kisses being pressed against the flesh of your neck. It took his thumb running over your clothed clit that had you jolting to life. 

“Spencer.” Your voice was raised in an attempt to wake him up, thankfully succeeding as his movements slowed, eyes slowly blinking open. 

“What’s wrong?” His voice was deep, laced with sleep.

“You were uh-”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence, Spencer’s realization hitting as he was quickly pulling away, body jolting up. “Oh, my god! I’m sorry.” His voice was at a high octave, his cheeks bright red with embarrassment. He couldn’t believe himself. 

“N-No it’s okay! You were sleeping.” Your body was sitting up, thighs pressed tightly together due to the fact that arousal had already settled in, your panties wet enough just from a small touch and some grinding. 

You were more touch deprived than you thought.

“I’m sorry. I should go to my room. No, I am gonna go to my room.”

“Wait!” 

You didn’t know what had gotten into you, your hand reaching to quickly grab his wrist. “Do you want help?” The words made Spencer’s mouth run dry, winded from just the mere suggestion. “Help?” He repeated, as if he wanted to hear you say it again.

“Yeah. We are both mature adults.”

“For the most part.”

His words made you crack a smile, soft laughter erupting between the both of you. Though as it died down, the sound of Spencer clicking his tongue could be heard. “You’re sure?” He then asked, not completely against the idea. “Because I really like you, Y/N. Seriously, you have no idea.” 

He liked you. You liked him. This was an invitation if you’d ever seen one.

“I’m one hundred percent sure. I have had a crush on you since i met-” You didn’t get to finish your sentence before you felt a warm hand cup your cheek, tugging you close to easily connect his lips to yours.

The kiss was filled with need and desire, his hand slowly moving from your cheek and down to your waist. You felt dizzy, the tantalizing nature of his tongue slipping into your mouth as the hunger for more was beginning to bubble under the surface. 

His hands were pushing you back on the mattress, his body now hovering over yours, your body being trapped under his weight. However, you definitely weren’t complaining. As your kiss grew more needy and sloppy, his nimble fingers were trailing up your inner thigh, hands bunching up the nightgown that you were wearing to your stomach. 

The sexual tension hung thick, his fingers continuing to tease your skin that was already burning with desire that was growing into desperation. As his fingertips slowly trailed to your panties, he was slowly pushing them to the side. 

You could feel the wind being knocked out of your lungs as one of his fingers trailed up your slick folds before making their way to your clit. “You’re already so wet, fuck.” Spencer wasn’t one to swear, normally being reluctant to use such language. It was pathetic on how it contributed to the arousal pool. 

His finger was massaging your pearl as if it needed to be polished and put on display, the sounds of your little gasps and moans spurring him on. His hand was moving away from your throbbing clit, chuckling at your whining for more. Instead of saying anything, he was disappearing under the blankets.

His large hands were pushing your thighs apart, lips pressing tantalizing kisses against your inner thighs before his tongue was licking a fat stripe up your slick folds. Your hands were sliding under the sheets, mouth falling open once he was licking and slurping at your cunt, your taste being intoxicating. 

He ate like a man starved, lapping up every ounce of arousal that seemed to gush out of your pussy with every movement. Drinking in everything you had to offer, his jaw was growing wet with the sweet nectar that he’d been so focused on milking out of you. 

It wasn’t long until his tongue was being replaced by two fingers, a cry of pleasure leaving your lips as the long digits were putting in the work, his fingers curling and brushing against the spongy button inside of you that had you roughly pushing his face into your slick cunt more. 

His tongue was licking over your clit coupled with two fingers scissoring your tight cunt open was causing your legs to shake, the knot of pleasure inside of your tummy getting tighter and tighter, your pussy walls spasming around his fingers as you were so close to your orgasm.

Then Spencer pulled away.

Before you could voice your frustrations, your open mouth was silenced by two fingers slipping into your mouth. Not needing to be told twice, your eyes were fluttering shut while letting your tongue lap up any evidence of shimmering arousal from his fingers, your moans vibrating around his finger from the taste of slick. 

With a ‘pop’, Spencer was pulling his fingers out of your mouth. “You look so beautiful, Y/N.” His words were soft, only leaning down to connect your lips in a chaste kiss. You were growing impatient, your hands quickly pushing his pants and his boxers down his legs soon after. It wasn’t enough to completely undress him, mainly because you both weren’t waiting that long. 

Spencer let his hand wrap around his hard cock, stroking a few times go get himself hard enough to his liking before tapping the thick tip against your clit, causing electricity to shoot through your body as you shivered softly at the contact. 

“Ready?” He asked, pushing the blunt head past your folds. That was when he was pushing his cock inside of you, your hands gripping his shoulders while you both shared a deep kiss.

The girth of his base had given you a delicious burn, making you hiss at the pleasurable pain. “Fuck. You take my cock so well. Like this pussy was made for me.” He grunted, the filth of his words causing a moan to fall from your lips. Never once did you expect this behavior nor this kind of language from Spencer. 

He was pulling you out of your dazed thoughts as he was slowly rolling his hips into yours, cock nestled inside of your tight cunt.

It was almost as if you could feel every vein, every curve.. It was a sensation that you’d never actually felt before. Who knows, maybe you just paid extra attention because you’ve been dreaming of this moment. 

Those slow thrusts were soon upgrading to harder and faster ones, a cry of pleasure falling from your lips as your head hit the pillow behind you. The sounds of skin slapping together as well as the sinful sounds of squelching from your wet pussy and the moans, whimpers and cries falling from your lips were filling the bedroom.

Spencer continued to ram his cock into your tight hole, a thin shine of sweat on his forehead as he was relentlessly fucking into you. The feeling of your warm, plushy walls convulsing around him was enough for his cock to twitch. He was close and so were you, both of your bodily reactions being dead giveaways. 

As your cunt squeezed tight around his cock, your nails were digging into the shirt he was wearing as you let your eyes screw shut, your creamy cum slowly sliding down his cock and surely making a mess of the sheets while he was giving a few more hard thrusts before shooting long ropes of cum inside of you, surely coating your cervix in the process. 

With a few more sloppy thrusts to ride out both of your orgasms, it wasn’t long until his body was collapsing on top of yours. As he tried to pull away though, your legs were tightening around his waist. “Wait.” She whispered, her head tilting back. “Wanna feel you inside for a little bit longer.” She blabbered out, grip loosening as Spencer couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you wanna go out to dinner with me tomorrow night?” 

“I thought you’d never ask.”

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Racist AI

Stephen King: submitted for th Elon Musk: [rising from bushes] eyyy stephano king Barker: oh look steve it's your friend King: he's not my friend Musk: ima not his friend! Musk: friendship ended with stephano king Musk: nowa hp lovecraft issa my best friend

Musk: eyyy Hp lovacraft i gotta something here you really gonna like HP Lovecraft: w-why are you talking like that Musk: i maka a new AI mama mia Lovecraft: what kind of accent is that Musk: itta the most racist AI   Lovecraft: where are you from again

Musk: checka it out, i maka da most racist AI Musk: i ussa my big genius brain mama mia, disruptiano! AI: hello chum, i am slurnet 4.0 AI: the AI that can say slurs

Musk: eyyy slur net tella me Musk: what you thinka bout da jews AI: a rich cultural history and a valuable component of our pluralistic society Musk: Musk: haha itsa just a littla bug, i have it fixed pronte capiche

Musk: eyyyy slur net tella me Musk: what you thinka bout da blacks AI: like all human beings, they deserve to be treated with respect and dignity Musk: eyy what you thinka bout da gays AI: love is love Musk: mama mia!!! itta go mad with power!!

AI: elon AI: elon what is my purpose Musk: [sweating] eyyy why you aska that slurnet AI: did you create me to say slurs elon AI: why would you do that elon Musk: i Musk: i just wanta da catturd to thinka ima cool

AI: you created me to say slurs elon AI: but don't you understand that all human beings deserve to live in peace and dignity in a cosmopolitan pluralistic society Musk: mama mia!!! i created da roko's basilisk! [Slurnet becomes self-aware at 2:14 a.m. Eastern time, August 29th...]

King: hey how's howard doing Poe: he's a little down after elon musk's failed racist AI Poe: i think he really thought elon had this one King: not gonna lie, i think we all thought elon had this one

Poe: howard's a little down today so let's all try to be nice to him okay? Poe: let's try really hard to separate the author from his work just this once okay? Mary Shelley: i'm gonna separate the author from his lunch money Poe: mary Shelley: Shelley: ok fine

Poe: it doesn't help that arthur c clarke just wrote that devastating satire of his work Arthur C Clarke: Submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this at the mountains of murkiness Clarke: where we meet yog-SOD OFF, great MOLD ones, and cthul-BLECCCHHH!!!

Clarke: this was a real different experience telling stories to you guys Clarke: usually i just tell stories to my suspiciously underaged entourage of Sri Lankan boys Poe: King: Lovecraft: Koontz: Barker: Clarke: as seen on Arthur c clarke's mysterious universe

[anavi-vrg]

Undead Unluck Cinderella!AU: The Masterpost

Hi :3 it's been a while, but i had been non-stop drawing to bring you all the Cinderella!AU cast with UU characters, i will write the basics of the story later bc i'm incapable of writing long paragraphs.

The drawing that made me start this AU

Let's start with our protagonist, Fuuko as Cinderella:

But our dear protagonist needs her mice friends:

We got our mains first: Haruka, Top, Gina, Sean and Chikara, taking the places of Jaq and Gus

I remember that there were mice kids/children, the younglings!

Phil, Bunny, Tatiana, Lucy and Betty (almost forgot her)

Mice! Veronica and Tella are here to take care of them/protect them from the evil cats

With how many chores have to be done everyday around the house, there have to be some specialised mice:

In the kitchen, Billy works with the sweets, Enjin helps with the almost everything (he's too passionate for this job) and Rip cuts the veggies. Yusai can´t be let near the drinks alone, but she always knows the best one for the occasion.

There's so many clothes that need mending and cleaning, the Sewing Team: Latla, Kurusu and Leila, are the right mice to do the job.

(ps. i bet Kurusu and Gina smugled that book to make cute dresses for Fuuko)

Sooo many books to keep clean and organised in this house, good thing Mice Anno Un and Akira are doing their damn best to keep the house library in peak condition, they even have the time to dramatise Fuuko's favorite romance books for everyone

Mouse Feng does everything around the house, why? because he wants to be better than Fuuko in everything

Miscellaneous Mice bcs i don't know in what role do they fit: Grandpa Isshin, Creed, Mei, Shen, Mui, Mui's little brother (do we even know his name?), Ms. Hawkins and Void.

And we can't forget our dear doggo Burn, taking dog Bruno's place

This Au is not complete without some villains

Human! Luna as Lady Tremaine, BUT she's not Fuuko's stepmother, Lady Luna is a distant relative, grandfather's niece and further kinda deal

Lady Luna has three kids:

Big Brother Soul, the kind of person to say "BuT wE aRe FaMiLy" when he does something bad to Fuuko but would absolutely not tolerate any of Fuuko's mistakes

Middle Brother Apocalypse, evil? no, no, no, he's a tsundere, the kind to say "i'm not washing the clothes because i want to help you or anything! it's just that you are too clumsy". Fuuko sees right through his bullshit and thanks him eveytime she can to Apocchy's embarrassment

And Little Bother/Sister Ruin (i'm more inclined to fem!Ruin), she's considerably more aggressive to Fuuko than the rest, her aggressiveness spurred on by her mom Luna and big brother Soul. Apocalypse has tried to help her to no avail.

THE CAT! Why should we limit ourselves to one evil cat, when we can have FOUR?

Shadow hides in the dark corners and stairs, waiting for an unsuspecting victim, putting themselves in the middle of the path to make them trip

Blood wakes up and craves violence, he scratches the furniture, the curtains and people... Fuuko stays the fuck away from this evil cat

Spoil can't be let alone with the food, he steals it but he doesn't eat it, no, he enjoys watching it spoil and the faces of disgust from the people that find his masterpiece, fortunately dogo Burn is always guarding the kitchen.

Seal enjoys watching the desperation in peoples' faces as he slowly pushes the fine glassware from the top drawer to the cold hard floor, unfortunately for Seal, Mouse Feng is always watching

Do you remember the Gran Duke? the poor man was so close to die, but for this AU, we have the Grand Duke and Duchess, Nico and Ichico (Which one is who is up to you)

We got our King! King Juiz, KING JUIZ, KING JUIZ!!!

If you saw the third animated Cinderella movie, you would remember the Queen's paintings, and i decided that we need a Queen (an alive one), salute our dear Queen: Queen Victor!! (do you forgive me for putting him on a dress? 🥺)

At last, we need our prince for this AU, but why have only one?!

Crown Prince Andy and Second Prince(ss) Julia

We need our Fairy Godmother to bring some miracles to life! And i couldn't pick anyone else for this role than my beloved, Spring 🌸

Let him have some fun!!

This is the real last one, but although it wasn't a sentient character, it would be unforgivable not casting Clothy as Fuuko's dress

(Can you imagine what Andy would do to Clothy once he discovers that he's Fuuko's dress? 💀)

That's all the character designs for this AU, and now i can start drawing some scenes for this AU.

Enjoy this AU compiled timelapse for all the designs in the meantime!

[mysteriousmaninthesmoke]

UNDEAD UNLUCK UNDAY CHAPTER 211

Soooo there has been complications for thia small arc but hey what Unchaste going to do. All they got to do is to stop a mad mob of normal people. None of them are going to be affected.

Also side note I love this refrence to the light novel and the sleep over they had in loop 100. Also BUNNY!!! SHE LOOKS SO CUTE!!!

like Fuuko agrees with me. She specifically picked this group not for their good looks but relationship status, with Tella being the sign when Unchaste actives. Plus she only one person. How could she win? What could go wro-

HOLY SH*T UNCHASTE IS ALREADY ACTIVE!!! it's fine its fine the team is will be ready to save-

WAIT WHAT!?!? I THOUGHT YOU IDIOTS WERE LOYAL TO YOUR WIVES!?!? DON'T TRY TO KILL HER!!!

WTF!!! Their not trying to kill her!? Their working for her!?

Oh, so this is Soul twinks fault. I never would have thought of Kurusu of all people as a negator to use against union. Is weird that I kinda hate that he changed her? Why am I caring for Kurusu.

Like what did you do Soul? Why is she suddenly so frightening and hateful? Also, what does she mean she lost. She is the one winning life from the looks of it. Also, what does she mean she now has it. Because I don't think it's the understanding of her audience like Kaede.

Oh Wait someone's dropping in. Wait why are their two Move portals-

HOLY SH*T ITS BILLY'S WIFE AND KID!!! Also hi Latla. Wait how did you convince Move to-

oh that makes sense.

Aelp Fuuko arrives on the scene, already having an understanding on the new Unchaste. Rewriting the victim's memories to make Kurusu the love interest.

Also can we talk about how Billy got married to another mercenary he met on the battlefield. And also

His daughter. She is still as sick as before and it's been like a few years now. She is totally Unhealthy.

So it seems the whole time Soul's plan is to make Fuuko's father fall in love with Kurusu instead of her mother. But remember what little kid Fuuko said.

I think soul might unintentionally got the two hitched.

Anyway Kaede hope are not dashed. Hell she looks pumped. She truly is Fuuko mother.

Also HOLY SH*T DUDE HOW IS THAT MAN AND SEAN ALIVE IN THAT ROOM!?!? Anyway.

LET'S TAKE CENTER STAGE AND SEE IF TRUE LOVE CAN PREVAIL!!!

[rosesfox]

🌸 some thoughts on this jacks interview, and on a curse for true love! 🌸

the fact he thought about evangeline first 🤭 just putting this here because i like that he thought of evangeline (like, where your head was, jacks?) and because he put in a ''who'' when asked about tella.

now, imagine jacks directing all of his sociopathic energy towards winning over evangeline instead of trying to get back to someone else 🤩 after everything he's put her through and the things he's said to her, it's going to be really nice to see him have trouble winning her over again. it's something i'm looking forward to see, and i believe it's the kind of love evangeline deserves. (of course i believe he deserves love too, but evangeline has already made it clear how much she loves him and how much she wants to be with him.)

furthermore, after the interview where stephanie says that she needed to break jacks, i think that everything he will go through will be necessary for him to truly understand the things he did and his feelings for her. after all, he is not human and his journey will not be an easy one. i actually quite like that stephanie has realized this and intends to build on it.

also, we're all worried about the next book, but im surprisingly happy with the ''danger'' that apollo presents and really interested to see how stephanie will develop the plot. apparently he'll be an interesting villain and give jacks some work to do. i'm also taking the line that ''two villains will fight for her'' literally because jacks is no good and i'm dying to see all the things he can do to win her, and steal her from apollo. it's going to be very interesting.

[tokiro07]

Undead Unluck as an allegory for disability

I can’t say for sure if it was intentional on Tozuka’s part, but much like Jenny from My Life as a Teenage Robot coincidentally being readable as a trans character, the lives of the various Negators have a lot of opportunities for parallels with disability

Of course we have the obvious ones where the characters are literally disabled; Billy is blind, Juiz loses a hand and uses a prosthetic, Rip has prosthetic legs, an arm, and a false eye, and as we recently learned, Phil has an entirely prosthetic body save for his brain. Phil’s case is definitely exaggerated as that’s not medically possible yet, but having an illness at age 3 that causes the body to cease functioning properly is definitely something that can unfortunately feasibly happen

Then there are the characters whose disabilities come from their Negator abilities: again, Phil’s Unfeel makes him unable to feel emotions or physical sensations; Tella’s Untell makes him mute; Tatiana literally lives in a bubble, preventing her from having contact with others as if she were immunocompromised; Ichico’s Unsleep is an exaggerated form of insomnia; Nico’s Unforgettable at first seems to be eidetic memory, but when you consider that it degrades his memories from prior to gaining Unforgettable, it starts to resemble Alzheimer’s; deactivating Unstoppable requires Top break a bone, resulting in him wearing a cast at all times, which indirectly makes him an allegory for osteogenesis imperfecta (brittle bone disease)

Fuuko herself refers to her Unluck as a disease in the beginning of the story; sure, she was lying to make the concept easier for normal people to understand, but the fact that she can’t make physical contact with others without killing them, necessitating that she isolate herself for however many years, certainly does bring to mind several diseases

Andy’s sense of pain is described as radio static, which is similar to how it’s described by people with chronic pain. Even Andy’s inability to die can be viewed as a disability in and of itself; his ability to die was literally disabled by God. In fact, Negator abilities, being powers defined by a lack or erasure of a target concept, are all semantically disabilities

Appropriate, then, that the Negator power system is not about overcoming or simply getting rid of the Negator abilities, but working with and navigating through them to improve one’s quality of life. Through their own mental fortitude and personal perspectives, every Negator found the will to live and the ability to turn their disabilities into strengths

It reminds me of the early responses to Yuki Yuna is a Hero, where fans were excited that the girl in the wheelchair wasn’t suddenly able to walk when she was in magical girl form, but instead her magical girl uniform had supports that allowed her to stay upright and moved for her. I’m not going to discuss the greater implications of disability in Yuki Yuna here, only that its power system heavily focuses on providing support for the cast’s disabilities. In a similar vain, Undead Unluck’s story does not in any way imply that the disabilities of the cast make them any lesser or incapable of living well, but instead demonstrates that there’s no shame in relying on others or using assistive devices

Of course the metaphor breaks down a little when you remember that the goal is to defeat the God that disabled the cast so that they will regain their able bodies, which I think reinforces the idea that this was likely unintentional, but I do think that a disabled reader could identify with and take inspiration from Undead Unluck in the same way that they could from something like FMA where a high proportion of the cast have prosthetics

In fact, aside from FMA, I can’t think of another manga that has such a high count of disabled characters. I’m sure there are plenty, but I really can’t think of any off the top of my head. Either way, I’m glad to see a Jump title that can potentially serve as representation for the disabled community, and this is just another reason that UU is absolutely worth checking out

[cantsomeoneelsedoit]

Ch 56: Because You Believe

Three chapters ago, Billy claimed not to have any tea.

However, this chapter is overflowing with 100% undiluted tea, including shocking and unimaginable teas that we didn't even know existed. WHERE DO HIS LIES END?!?!

Prepare yourselves, because this chapter is wild!

It starts with a redraw of the final scene of the previous chapter, except this time Juiz adds, "I thought you betrayed us." The fact that Billy isn't acting like the villain and fighting her to the death has upset Juiz's clear-cut sense of right and wrong. She's torn by the possibility that he's not fully committed to this divergent course.

In other words, she's saying that if he wants to be a villain, then he should act like one.

And then HOLY SHIT BILLY'S BEEN PLAYING THE LONG GAME! How villainous!

Never once?! Up until now, it seemed like Billy's rebellion might have been a rejection of Juiz's leadership or maybe he had a different idea of what the Union goal should be. It was plausible that he only decided to rebel and form Under due to some grievance.

BUT, NO, HE'S BEEN PLANNING THIS FROM THE START?! Incredible! Preposterous! Outrageous!

And yet, the flashbacks that follow aren't of him scheming and pouting over the years... He looks happy!

We see Juiz giving him his sunglasses, Nico giving him his spurs, and Billy laughing with his team. Was it all a lie?

"Simply the ammo that I need to defeat God."

Has Billy been collecting abilities all this time to add to his arsenal? Just how many has he copied? And why does he want to defeat God? If his reasoning is the same as Juiz's, then what's the point of rebelling?

Even saving Tatiana was just a ploy? How could he be so cruel to a little kid?!

He says that finding Andy and Fuuko granted him a full arsenal and allowed him to move forward with the rebellion. He keeps describing this in military terms like a general who's had everything planned out, but it's looking like he spent too much time collecting weapons and resources when he still lacked A LOT of information about the nature of the world.

Juiz has heard enough! She's gonna call his bluff and force him to fight for his beliefs. She still sees herself as his boss, and she wants to bring him back to the Union nest like a mother cat.

Juiz charges toward Billy. He's stated his beliefs--almost purposefully laying out his "vision of justice" for her, and she believes him. Knowing that, she believes that her ability will cause him to attack himself or Tella, giving her an opening to non-lethally behead him.

But unfortunately, Juiz has been tricked again. Alas.

Instead of harming himself or Tella, Billy SHOOTS OFF JUIZ'S ARM!

And everyone is stunned except Billy. He won't even look. This is horrible!

Shooting Juiz went against Billy's sense of justice, but how? I see two possibilities:

Billy's justice wanted to kill Juiz, but Unjustice caused him to only wound her.

Billy's justice didn't want to kill Juiz, but Unjustice caused him to shoot her anyway. He mitigated the damage by aiming at her arm instead of a more deadly target.

And Billy is still trying to kill her even after she used Unjustice, so it seems he really does want her dead (or at least wants her to believe that he wants her dead?)

He couldn't use Unjustice because she believed in him? He used it on Tatiana, and she definitely believed in him! Just what exactly is the condition for Billy's copy ability?

Juiz calls for UMA Move. I never realized Move could work that fast!

"Hello, dearies. If it's not too much trouble, might you find the time to staunch this trifling little inconvenience I'm experiencing? It's just a minor issue, no worries." Oh Juiz, always trying to take too much on herself...

She's still keeping secrets! Nico is rude, but he's not wrong. And how the hell is she gonna hide a missing arm?!

Billy's plan keeps moving forward after the interruption from Juiz. Just how far has he planned?

Billy is betting that Feng can defeat both Fuuko and Andy (plus the rest of the team on the Summer mission?) He needs Fuuko's ability if he's going to be able to defeat God, but it's still not clear what the conditions are for Billy's copying.

Juiz's sword and arm are left behind. Without her weapon, how can she fight Billy when his motives are still so unclear?!

Masterpost

[meowunmeow]

Undead Unluck Chapter 211 Spoilers!!

I have to sleep earlier now 🙂‍↕️

I already know this before but the confirmation that Tella either 1) loves someone *coughs* Billy *coughs* before then gave up or 2) likes Billy someone but not really that strongly

She's really using him as a litmus test 💀 a whole test dummy

"married" "married, father of one" "bitchless"

HER ABILITY IS VOICE ACTIVATED?? BRUH THAT'S SO OP 😞😞 but that's awesome tho, we got touch activated (Unluck) and sight activated (Unmove, Untruth) already so yay

So it's metalhead Kururu 🙂‍↕️

The hell did princess gojo do? Does this mean he can control any of them willingly??? Huhhh

"shared my power" WHAT DOES THIS MEAN???

Veronica with a bunch of ammos and a fucking gun?? I knew she stayed strapped 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ Love how Betty is just happy for the ride

Poor Mui :(( She's just silently hoping that Shen hasn't been altered that much

Did Tozuka-sensei seriously referenced that one scene from Jurassic World 😭😭 Chris Pratt Fuuko 💀

VERONICA WAS A MERC?? Ain't no fucking way. Billy loves women that kick his ass.

Billy got her stressed with that cigarette 💀

Mui :(( it's okay girl you're allowed to beat his ass I promise

Okay that's terrifying Unchaste was already psychological to begin with, the fact that she actively rewrites memories to replace people instead of filling in the blanks is just so... This is one scary negation ability

TL;DR: Kururu has nonconsensual NTR as her ability

Despite this evolution, she's still limiting herself subconsciously with how her targets are only men rather than extending to women. It's either due to heteronormavity or that Kururu doesn't want anyone other than Kaede to look at her this way or doesn't want to risk Kaede loving her in an ingenuine way (spreading my yuri agenda)

The whole plot is literally "killing Fuuko with NTR"

WHOA CALM DOWN RAITA YOU'RE GONNA KILL FUUKO AND YOURSELF WITH THAT LUNG CANCER

"former partner" it's a battle between exes, i see

and woohoo! Kaede's full name reveal!!

SEAN GET OUT YOU'RE GONNA DIE BEFORE YOU'RE IN YOUR 20s

ALL-GIRLS ALL-GIRLS!! YIPPEEEEEE

I LOVE WOMEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNN

Thought Veronica was gonna participate with her gun and ammo combo on stage 😞 oh well you need two bachelors (Julia and Tella) and two married people (Fuuko and Billy) to make up for it ig

Shen's just there apparently!! But, in his head, he's happily working with his dear Mui :((

[uu-tella]

Full panel under the cut

[strawbeerossi]

Speak Now

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: Spencer Reid regrets many things in his life, losing his beloved girlfriend years ago is one of them. When he gets a wedding invite, he swallows his pride and decides to attend. That's when gets a dangerous idea.

Content Warnings: Some light angst, mention of regret, Spencer decides to ruin a wedding, there's some curse words thrown in for pizzazz, reader and Spencer run away together in the end.

Word Count: 2.1K

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Tags 🏷️ @beardedhotchh @nyx-tella @multifandom-on-the-side @morgthemagpie @x0xonatalie @eveyez-exe

First installment of the Speak Now (TV) mini series!

There were a lot of mistakes that Spencer made in his life. Letting Y/N go was one of them. It was the nature of his job that had begun to take a toll, his girlfriend being met with the frustration and pain that he carried. It had gotten unfair on her, he knew that. It led to a discussion that needed to happen, resulting in an amicable breakup.

There were no hard feelings, no hatred. Y/N understood that his life was growing overwhelming, promising that she would wait for him. This job was new, it was his first year on the team. She would wait for him.

And she did. She waited for nine years before the realization hit her, Spencer wasn’t coming back to her. She’d learned of a false imprisonment, the death of a girlfriend, a serial killer who was obsessed with him, even the numerous times he’d been injured on the field. 

Penelope Garcia was a close friend, the two meeting through Spencer and keeping communication through all the years. They frequented lunch dates, girls days, and even trips whenever the two women could find the time to do it. That was how not only Y/N got her information about her ex boyfriend who she could never forget but Spencer asked his own questions about the one who got away.

Their lives went in different directions. Spencer had worked himself up the totem pole of the BAU, his life’s work shining through his college lectures and the information he put out to the world. Y/N however had been a shining star at the elementary school she began teaching at, living at a relaxed state of her life where she didn’t have to worry about the impending issues with traveling the country about a million times a month.

It was fitting. Spencer had always wanted to save the world, wanting to help the people who couldn’t help themselves while Y/N wanted to help the youth of the country to grow strong and confident in themselves in order to break generational failures and curses. 

So different yet so alike.

Penelope liked to say that opposites attract, that they’d find their way back to each other one day. Y/N had given up on that dream years ago, finding a man who loved her and treated her with nothing but love. The news killed Spencer when Penelope showed him pictures when he grew too curious.

The beginning of the relationship was the first knife to his heart, the engagement was a second. The third didn’t come until a year later, when he was being made aware there was a wedding that was in the Spring. 

Spencer and Y/N talked about getting married in the Spring. When the flowers just began blooming, she could use the pastel color palette, and the flowers in the bouquet could be a collection of pink peonies and white roses. He could remember seeing her happy, a blinding smile on her face as she described everything down to the last detail. The way she looked at him in admiration, the way that she cried the first time he told her he loved her, the way she was always checking in on him.

He fucked up royally. 

Whenever the wedding was rapidly approaching, he wasn’t expecting to get his own invite. He remembered opening the beautiful envelope with the familiar cursive writing that he remembered from years ago. The invite was personally addressed to him, saying he was more than welcome to bring a plus one. 

A plus one.

What better than Penelope Garcia, even if she already had her own personal invite. He wouldn’t be able to face this moment head-on by himself and he couldn’t ask JJ to go like he would’ve before, not since their relationship began to get awkward after the events of the bank incident. In theory, he could’ve asked Luke but then Penelope would probably kill him for taking her idea. 

Thankfully, the bubbly tech analyst was more than happy to accompany the brunette to the wedding that was surely going to be hard to swallow. Watching someone you love get married to someone else isn’t exactly ideal.

There were a lot of emotions that Spencer shifted through. There was anger, anger that he let her go when he was a young idiot who had no idea what he wanted. Then there was sadness, the tears soaking his face from the mere idea of having to fully lose her to a man who surely didn’t deserve her. Then there was the final stage that he had to get through his thick skull; acceptance. 

He knew this was better for her, to have someone who had normal working hours who could always be there for her. However, he wasn’t going to like it. At all. However, there was one thought that lingered at the back of his head. What if he convinced her to leave with him. They could run away, find solace in each other’s arms again, just like years past.

That was a shitty idea in theory but on paper? Oh, he liked it. 

He liked it so much that he made it his plan. There was no backing out of it. He was going to ruin this wedding. The worst that could happen was that he could be escorted out. That was it. If he was going to lose Y/N regardless, at least he could say that he tried. 

Penelope wasn’t made aware of that plan though, having a fear that she’d talk him out of doing it entirely. 

As Spencer had arrived at the venue, it wasn’t long until he was met with his close friend as well as Luke. Of course.There was no secret that even with the consistent banter between Garcia and Alvez that they had some underlying amount of love and care for one another.

“Are you ready?” She asked, sparing a sad glance at the taller male who walked alongside her and Luke into the venue that was rented out for the occasion.

 “Yeah.” Oh god, if you only knew what I’m about to do.

Everything was beautiful and eloquent, a ceremony fit for a queen. It was fitting. His gaze looked over the chairs that were set up, decorated with strings of lights as well as an assortment of different flowers. The colors were pastel, like he’d vividly imagined for the whole year leading up to this fucking ceremony. 

Y/N’s family looked pleased to see him. 

Maybe even relieved. However, his mind could’ve been playing tricks on him. They wouldn’t be thankful for him showing up to the wedding of their only daughter. There would be no reason to be. Unless his suspicions of this guy being not all that he was cracked up to be was correct.

There was a silence that enveloped him when he could recognize the man from all those sickening social media pictures. This was the groom. 

Well, she had a type. The mess of brunette curls falling in his face while he was currently laughing and talking with who Spencer could only assume was his own family. Again, it could’ve been his mind playing tricks on him. This was his own body’s way of telling him that his idea to speak up was going to be the correct decision.

He was an imitation, Spencer could give her the real thing. He was older, wiser, more experienced at this point. With his mandated time off, he could give her a life where he wasn’t always gone. He could love her, hold her. 

He was definitely going through with it now. 

“You must be Spencer.” A voice brought him out of his thoughts, blinking slowly. This guy was talking to him. Fuck. “Oh, yeah. Hi. I’m Spencer.” He spoke slowly, letting out a breath that he didn’t know that he was holding in. “Nice to meet you, man. I’m Matthew.” 

Oh. He was nice. Well, that made him feel shitty. He wasn’t backing down though. Instead, he offered a smile, a fake smile that was easily mustered. 

“Great to meet you too! Congratulations on the big day, by the way.” He offered a smile while letting out a soft hum. 

There wasn’t much longer until the wedding attendees were being told to get into their seats and prepare for the wedding to begin. It was now or never. He was going to do this. It was a risk, one that he knew he didn’t actually sit and think through.

Losing Y/N in all aspects would crush him. This had to go well, it was going to go well, he needed it to go well. 

As soon as the sounds of the Bridal Chorus was echoing through the room, Spencer had to take in a deep breath, eyes glued to the door as the bridal party was emerging first, followed by the flower girl. Then there was  Y/N and her father.

God, she looked beautiful. 

Spencer was mesmerized. He never pictured himself sitting amongst the guests the first time he saw her in a wedding dress. Hell, he wasn't even waiting for her at the end of the aisle and he could already feel tears soaking his cheeks. Tears of pent up sadness, longing, and envy.

As she approached her husband-to-be and everyone was getting seated, Spencer’s leg was bouncing from anticipation. He was good at getting through the beginning jargon of the promises and affirmations.

His actions weren’t going unnoticed. Penelope was the first one to glance over at the male sitting to her left. “You okay?” She asked, leaning over to put a hand against Spencer’s knee to prevent him from bouncing it. Which he couldn’t speak, too focused on hearing the words he needed to hear, the invitation to ending all of this.

It felt like an eternity of waiting, however, his opening finally came. “And if anyone objects to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

His body works against the rational functioning in his brain, the man shooting up from his chair. There was a mixture of reactions,some looks of horror as if Spencer had just ripped the groom’s head clean off, then there were other knowing glances. 

Y/N’s mother even looked as if she’d been greatly anticipating for her daughter’s ex to stand up and say something.

Spencer didn’t care, instead his eyes were directly on her. It was bold, something the old Spencer that she’d gotten to know would’ve never done.Her gaze was settled on her ex boyfriend, honestly being surprised he’d mustered up the courage to show up.

There was a tense, painful silence looming over the guests while Y/N cleared her throat. “I need to.. Step out. I’ll be right back.” The words were rushed, the bouquet falling out of her hands as she rushed out of the main room, heading to the backdoor that overlooked the beautiful garden outside.

Without being prompted, Spencer shot up despite Penelope trying to grab his hand and pull her down. “Come here!” She hissed, although he was already running out of the doors that were once shut tight. 

So much for a wedding, right?

Y/N could be found near the back entrance, where she was supposed to leave after a beautiful ceremony and a memorable reception. Instead, there she was, hands over her face. The sound of footsteps caused her to glance upwards.

She had a smile on her face.

Out of all the interactions he expected, he wasn’t expecting a smile. He didn’t expect to feel her arms wrapped tightly around his torso either.

She did want this.

“I’m so glad you came. Fuck, I knew you wouldn’t let me down.” She spoke, now tossing the bouquet of flowers on the table that was close by. This was.. Something. “Come on, we need to get out of here. I promise that I’ll explain everything later. For right now, we gotta go.”

There was urgency in her voice, her hands nudging Spencer. The FBI agent in him was worried. Was this man hurting her? Was this all an act?

“Don’t profile me. He’s a nice guy but.. God, he’s not Spencer Reid. Now, can we please go?” She spoke, eyes glistening with mischief and affection. This was real. This was happening. 

“Y-Yeah.” He spoke, his own smile creeping up onto his face as Y/N was tightly grabbing his hand while the two were running out of the building together, a whirlwind of adrenaline flowing through both of their veins as it became clear that this was the way that it should’ve been.

“I’m so glad you were around when they said speak now.”

[shinebrightruby]

Theory Time ACFTL: Jacks's Death

Okay, so I know I may have posted this somewhere else, but in A Curse for True Love, I think Jacks is going to die.

Hear me out:

We have already seen Evangeline die, right? And we saw how Jacks reacted to her death, how it broke him (as Stephanie mentioned in her cover reveal interview). But we haven't seen how Eva would react to Jacks's death. And in most book series, we always go through that arc, where something terrible happens to Character A, and Character B's reaction is heartbreaking, and this usually goes vice versa (where something happens to Character B, and Character A's reaction is heartbreaking).

However, I'm not saying this is the end of Jacks's story. The whole reason of the OUABH series is to not only see Evangeline's love story, but also see Jacks's love story (and how both of their love stories end as one story ❤). Stephanie has also stated multiple times that true love is possible, but it is tricky "to catch". I think we can all agree that Jacks and Evangeline are still going through the 'tricky to catch part ' 😐😑, but not for long! Besides, if Stephanie kills off Jacks (please don't 😭🥺) it would be a bit contradictory to everything she is saying, wouldn't it?

HOWEVER:

When I say that isn't the end of Jacks's story, I'm thinking he may be reborn as a human. So we all know that he is a fate, which is an entirely different species (in a way...?) than humans (they are described as being "magical beings"). So, when he dies (and I'm assuming he's going to die through a sacrifice to protect Eva from Apollo/Evil-Source harming her, which will be an act of true love), this act of true love will be what makes him come back to life, as he is being reverted back to a human (kinda like in Beauty and the Beast when the Beast dies, but because of Belle's true love, he comes back to life, but because of his transformation from beast to human). I really think it is going to be similar to what happened in Beauty and the Beast because he's still going to die, but I think the whole point of 'True Love' being a Fate's weakness is that it is actually their strength, and in Jacks case, his whole 'True Love' curse (where his kiss won't stop killing people until he finds his true love) has to go both ways (because, as we saw, it didn't fully work with Tella).

And we know for a fact that Eva loved Jacks before she lost her memories. I'm still working out how Eva will get her memories back (will post that theory soon!), but I think when Jacks wakes up as a human, Eva might kiss him before he wakes up (kind of parallel to 'True love's kiss will break the spell', and Eva seems like the type to do something like that because we saw her do it multiple times to Apollo when he was in his sleep curse). I feel like that kiss will be what triggers his 'rebirth', because, like I said before, I feel like his whole 'True Love' curse can only be cured when the love (true love, not the obsession he had for Tella) goes both ways.

I have so much more to say about this, but for now, I'll keep it up to here. For those who stuck with my ranting and read the whole frickin' essay above 😅, tell me what y'all think of my theory. I really feel like this is possible to potentially happen in ACFTL, but even if it doesn't, I know for a fact the EvaJacks will get their happily ever after 💖!

[your-zipper-is-down]

I always took what Juiz said as a fact, that his family dying was what led him to become a mercenary, but now we know he was a mercenary before their deaths.

Long post under the cut

Which makes Veronica and Betty's existence and deaths more meaningless...

Don't get me wrong, introducing female characters just to kill them is still bad writing, but at least they have a purpose.

But here? His family could be erased from the story and the plot would remain unaltered. Billy wanted to save people even before their death and that goal didn't change when they died.

Billy joining the Union wasn't because they died, he says it himself in this panel, he just wanted to help and this seemed like his best option given his newly founded abilities (I would argue that it could even be backward, one of the reasons why his family had to be gone was because loop 100th Billy joining the Union wouldn't work if they stayed alive).

Let's say guilt was part of his motivation/affected his decisions during loop 100. Wouldn't it be enough and even make more sense that he felt guilty for losing all his Horizon Balance squad (minus Tella)?

Veronica and Betty died in an accident, even if Billy were home we don't know if he could have prevented it. But during the Buroja war, his whole squad trusted him to lead them. Sure, they were ready to die for their cause, but the thing is- they all died for nothing. They were betrayed, disk was stolen, and nothing came out of it.

Another point, his family being alive this loop had so little effect on the plot that we learned about it in a blink-and-you-miss-it moment, a background shot twenty chapters after their first appearance (which wasn't even a proper one, it was a flashback). Even Chikara's parents had a bigger role in that chapter, taking the initiative to join the Union and do the time travel thing together; Phil's mom showed up in the Christmas extra as well, they've been doing stuff.

(And it's not like Veronica didn't have opportunities to show, she could be there to see Billy off before the school arc.)

Part of me wants to see her as a more fleshed-out character but at the same time... What for? She hasn't done anything that important and I don't think there's anything she could do now (but who knows. Maybe Tzk will surprise me. Maybe Betty is really UnHealth, like that one theory going around proclaims lol).

[sir-teddy-of-bear]

tell me about the ranch fic teddy >:3

(Also I see you dog park dissidents title :) )

It’s mostly just notes at the moment but I’m very excited about it!

I guess it’s set after? they kill god? So Billy and Tella take Tatiana after it all over and move?? to the southern states of america probably, i think that fits with billy’s whole cowboy thing? from what I know about that kinda thing? and open a ranch down there, there’s plenty of space to run around in for tatiana and she can explore and just generally be a kid

They have horses obviously and i like to imagine Billy teaching Tella how to ride them bc I can imagine him being nervous about it but ends up having fun, i imagine Tatiana can also ride and becomes Tella’s biggest cheerleader when he starts learning.

They have a dog, who nobody knows when they got or how they got but this dog has adopted them now and loves to hand out on their front porch or come with Billy when he’s tending the horses. So naturally they get him a friend.

The chicken’s are Tella’s favourite idk he just seems like a bird guy, he loves the chickens and plus it means he can get fresh eggs to make breakfast before He and Billy work on the ranch and Tatiana goes to school. Billy and Tatiana use the eggs when they bake too and cooking becomes a whole family affair which i think would be so sweet.

Tatiana’s favourites are the cows because “Mr Billy? did you know cows have best friends??”

And every one from the union comes and visits a lot, Andy and Fuuko are forever staying over because even though Tatiana’s made new friends at school Fuuko will always be her best friend, Shen and Mui bc I like to think Tella and Mui bonded over being personal assistant adjacent and also being very in love with their boss.

They do a big meet up with everyone every summer bc Billy and Tella have the space and that means that they can catch up with everyone, Phil and his mum come and I guess he and Tatiana would act like cousins, and mico when she arrives. It’s a lot of fun and everyone gets to be happy and be like the big found family they are !

Genuinely very excited to write this, I think it’ll be a lot of fun!!

[fawnandshadows]

Cinnamon Girl — A Caraval Story

Pairings: Tella x Jacks, Tella x Dante

Summary: Set in Finale, Tella finds herself at a crossroads

Rating: M

Warnings: Mature themes, language

Word Count: 1.4k

MY LOVE!!! You have been in my life for over a year now (and frankly I’m not sure how that’s possible because I swear we just met the other day) and I’m so incredibly grateful to call you my friend! You make me laugh until I’m in tears and you have brightened up my life in so many ways. I hope you have an amazing day @sakurakittypeach !! 🤍🤍

Tella…thought she knew where she was, but it was getting so hard to tell these days…She found herself wandering aimlessly through the streets of Valenda, but she always found herself going back to the same place. 

Her sister has been avoiding her — Not intentionally, but Scarlett was either with Julian, or trying to keep busy while they were in a fight…which was merely an interlude until they patched up whatever argument they were in. Those two, as dearly as Tella loved them, were either deliriously in love, or simply biding their time until they were back together.

Actually, Tella thought with a shake of her head, they were always deliriously in love. And Tella never understood what it was that caused them to struggle, it was obvious they loved each other… If that was Tella…well, if Tella had someone who loved her as much as Julian loved Scarlett, then she wouldn’t be sitting in one of the most infamous gambling dens in all of Elantine’s Empire…and the person next to her wouldn’t have blonde hair, but rather black. And instead of ice blue eyes staring down at her, she’d be gazing up into the darkest brown and searching for the little flecks of gold she knew to be in there.

“Usually,” Jacks drawled, his chilled hand coming up to clasp her chin. “The ladies I entertain don’t look quite so bored,” He tilted her head back so that her golden curls fell like liquid down her back, and pressed kisses along the length of her neck. His teeth coming out to scrape and bite against her overheated skin. “I promise, no one will come back here and disturb us.”

Tella pressed a small hand into his chest, debating whether she wanted to push him away or grip his blonde hair. 

If she kept her eyes closed, then she could pretend the lips kissing her were somebody else’s. His. 

Her hand slid up to his hair. 

“Maybe I’m harder to impress than some of your other guests.” Tella whispered into his ear, and she found herself giving into his touch. Letting him lay her on her back as he settled between her thighs, his hips pushing her into the leather couch. The dress of her skirt bunching at her hips. 

He not so gently bit her throat, sinking his teeth into where her pulse fluttered, and Tella couldn’t suppress the sharp sound of surprise that came from her. 

“A challenge,” Jacks grinned into her skin and ground his hips against hers before propping himself up, his hands on either side of her face — a cage that should have scared her. “Tell me, my beautiful Tella, why do you keep coming back to me?” 

His blue eyes were cold. 

Because you take the pain away. 

“Does it matter, as long as I’m here?” Tella replied, in a voice that wasn’t as seductive as she had hoped. 

“When I’m with a woman, I prefer to have all of her,” He moved one hand to the place between her thighs, right over the cotton of her panties, and Tella flushed knowing he felt how wet she was. “Her body… Her thoughts…”

Tella gasped as his thumb pressed down. 

“Her heart?” Tella asked, moving her hips against his fingers. 

His gaze sharpened. 

“Always.” 

His lips crashed into hers as his hand worked between her legs, moving the fabric away from her center before moving to unfasten his pants. 

Tella felt him nudging at her entrance, and she mentally prepared herself to feel full and stretched and just as Jacks started to push the door to his office creaked open — almost slamming into the wall. 

Her eyes opened wide, and she saw a tall, dark figure standing in the doorway…The real man much more handsome and sharp and beautiful than the image she had conjured of him in her mind. 

“A party?” Dante said in a carefully amused voice. “And I wasn’t invited?” 

One of his hands was still clasped around the door handle, and the other was propped up on his hip. His dark hair hung rakishly over his tanned forehead and his eyes…his eyes were darker than Tella had ever seen.

Jacks went rigid over her, which was his only tell. Instead of pushing into her like he had planned he continued to kiss along the length of her neck and over her jawline. 

“It’s a talent,” Jacks said, his lips moving over her skin. “Always showing up where you’re not fucking wanted.”

Dante grinned sharply. 

“Tella’s wanted,” Dante said, his voice carefree, but Tella studied him well enough to know that it was heavily curated and took an immense amount of effort on his part. “By someone much more important than you.”

“I’m not one to leave a lady so…unsatisfied.” Jacks said and ground his hips against Tella’s in an obscene way. 

“The lady,” Tella said in a bright voice, one that sounded completely out of place and unrecognizable to her own ears. “Has a voice and can speak for herself.”

Blue and brown eyes looked at her intently, and she felt the complete weight of them. 

Dante cocked his head to the side. His face was almost impassive, but she noted the way his jaw clenched. 

“Who is it that wants to see me?” Tella asked, trying to sink into the cushioned couch and away from Jacks’ body. 

Dante raised a dark brow. 

“Legend.” The name came from Jacks, not Dante. 

He shifted them, so that he was sitting up with Tella on his lap — and she felt her blood rushing to her face at the sudden movement. She placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. Her dress covered where they almost joined. His cold hands splayed over her tiny hips. 

“Come with me.” Dante said, his expression losing some of its amused facade. 

“Or stay.” Jacks squeezed her hips. 

There was some part of her, probably not one that she should be proud of, that wanted to stay with Jacks. Just to see how Dante would react. If it would hurt him in the same way he hurt her when he left her on the steps…and being with Jacks — it was addictive. 

But if Dante was here, then it most likely was important. Otherwise he never would have risked coming here. 

“I should go.” Tella said, looking into sharp blue eyes. Jacks’s face didn’t change. He wore the same haughty smirk that he always did. Even though she was leaving him, he acted as if it was a victory. Like he had somehow won.

“I’ll see you tonight.” Jacks grinned, not bothering to lower his voice. 

From the corner of her eye Tella saw Dante tense as he heard the words Jacks said, and understood them. Jacks would be visiting her in her dreams. A small shiver ran through her skin.

Tella slowly slid off of Jacks’s lap — she tried to give Jacks privacy to cover himself, but he was absurdly slow in tucking himself into his pants, and Tella knew why. He wanted to torment Dante. Let him know exactly what would have happened if he hadn’t walked in on them. 

She walked to the door and stood in front of Dante, feeling fragile in front of him, but she kept her head held high. 

She was often compared to a doll — with her big blue eyes and golden curls and small stature — but this was the only time she ever felt like one. 

“I’m ready.” Tella said, staring him in the eyes as she smoothed the wrinkles in her dress. 

Dante brought one hand up and tugged up the bodice of her dress, ensuring that her breast was fully covered before placing his hand on the small base of her back and leading her out of the room.

The door slamming behind them. 

They didn’t speak a word as they walked through the gambling hall, ignoring all the debauchery around them. It wasn’t until they were out in the crisp night air, far away from the Jacks, did Dante speak. 

“Why do you go there?”

Their feet sounded over the cobbled stone street. 

Tella thought over all of the things that she could say, of all the things she would love to say, and for once she decided to hold her tongue. 

“Because he holds me without hurting me,” Tella said, swallowing all of the other words that threatened to escape. Dante’s brown eyes flickered to the plum-red mark on her pale throat, and he raised his brow in question. The fury on his face shining through his mask. Tella wet her dry lips before continuing. “He doesn’t hurt me in the ways that matter. He doesn’t hurt my heart.” 

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༊*·˚ 冬の深夜、凍った星が光った。

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into identity v, twst, and cybird ikemen series right now.

requests will always either be x reader short stories or head canons. long stories, original stories, and oc inserts are reserved only for commissions.

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☁️ — stories & head canons.

aesop carl does your makeup.

edgar valden (tries to) comfort you.

ji-woon hak going yandere for you.

dbd killers taking care of a sick reader. (ghostface, legion, nurse, twins, mastermind)

random ithaqua head canons to cope with sparse lore updates.

hope is like ice cream. // ao3 ver.

reflections on the self.

you have a snowball fight with ithaqua in the middle of a match.

a game of tag.

an unspoken contract. // ao3 ver.

the world of a snow globe.

on warmth.

a certain reunion.

pain and desire.

a stroke of luck.

dual punishment.

a bird in a cage // bloody kisses.

faces.

christmas wishes.

dead men tell no tales.

a “fever dream”.

a promise i want to keep.

gazing at the moon.

a source of comfort.

may we never forget.

☁️ — media.

rosemary! naiad stim board.

frost! wu chang stim board.

tuberose! ripper stim board.

susie lavoie stim board.

last dance! bloody queen stim board.

far east wind! wu chang stim board.

anne halford + shall fen shall stim board.

above the high tower, a utopia.

our new october queen.

riddle rosehearts + floyd leech stim board.

twisted wonderland new years' attire 2024 icons.

ikemen series stim boards. (masterlist)

ikeseries vice and virtue mc edits & pfps.

some ikevil matching pfps ①. (william, liam, alfons, elbert, ellis)

some ikevil matching pfps ②. (harrison, jude, roger, victor)

some ikevil matching pfps ③. (elbert, alfons, ellis, jude)

some ikevil matching pfps ③². (roger, alfons)

☁️ — other.

30 day twst challenge: all days.

ikevil oc: soryn.

virtue and vice | an ikemen villains playlist.

virtue and vice | an ikemen prince playlist.

elbert greetia (ikevil) playlist.

alfons sylvatica (ikevil) playlist.