#and they killed her when i decided to observe?? i almost felt bad for her 🥺 bg3 is humanizing spiders too much for mevdkfkfgkg

[zevrans]

i feel like playing bg3 desensitized my arachnophobia a bit 😳

[leonstoenailunderhisbed]

American Psycho Killer

Summary: Leon S. Kennedy, a man who’s taken his duty of protection very seriously. He’ll do anything to ensure the safety of people, especially the safety of one particular girl.

Warning: stalking, murdering, mentions of planned murder, mentions of drugs and drug abuse, gore (kinda), death, masturbation (m receiving), smut, creampie, yan!leon, not proofread lol, fem reader, psychopathic.

A/N: I did my research for this as I wanted this to sound a little spooky teehee :3

[part two]

“I got you under my skin” - Mirotic, TVXQ!

Psychopath vs. Sociopath. The popular argument in between psychologists.

Leon never really cared enough to get himself checked out but there were signs. He didn’t feel empathy for others, his moves were calculated and he’s highly educated. He has a well paying career, he pretends to be this normal guy when in reality, he’s psychopathic.

What defines a psychopath apart from a sociopath? Psychopaths, at least in Leon’s case, cannot form established bonds with others. He doesn’t feel guilt or sad when he sees a person die by his hands.

His job already requires him to kill so this was an easy feat. He doesn’t care. He can’t feel anything.

He couldn’t feel anything until you came along.

Leon lived in this apartment complex just downtown of a city in the state. The apartment was big and had security cameras all around. It was well guarded and the people were kind.

When he saw the new neighbor move in, he felt weird. He narrowed his eyes as he watched you from the window of his apartment loft. He was growing suspicious at his behavior. Why did his chest feel warm? Why is his heart beating fast? Why are his hands sweating?

He didn’t know. Up to this point he didn’t feel anything but you brought something to him and it made him uneasy. So he decided to keep an eye on you.

Days passed after you moved in and you settled just fine. The old lady at the end of the hall brought you cookies, a sweet old lady. She talked to Leon a few times and he didn’t think much of her other than just as his neighbor. Nothing more.

But if you were to ask him what he thought of you? Oh boy, he thought a lot of things. Both good and bad.

Being a psychopath isn’t praised in society. Only 1% of the population is considered one and no one knew he belonged to that percentage. And he’d like to keep it that way; his excuse for his behavior was his job. He always left early in the morning and came back late at night. A manipulator and a liar is what he was, and a very good one.

He’s seen you leave your apartment from time to time. You’d take out the trash, went out with your friends- he’s seen everything you do.

Leon isn’t stupid, he’s attentive and observant. He leaves no trace behind of the murder he just committed. The male neighbor across from your door saw you one day when you walked out of your door with a short dress.

The man eye-fucked you so much he literally almost started drooling. Leon cringed and found him repulsive. How dare he look at you like you were some meat on the market?

He felt anger and disgust. No one should look at you like that. No one.

So, one summer day, he made up an excuse to visit him. Something about a water pipe connecting to his sink that didn’t make it work. Like I said, Leon is a good manipulator and a good liar. He always gets what he wants.

The male neighbor invited him in and closed the door behind him. He offered Leon a beer, to which he refused. He found liquor and other substances repulsive. He walked over to the man’s kitchen sink and began to inspect it.

He noticed the man’s sink had a garbage disposal unit. That’s pretty dangerous, he thought to himself.

He walked over to where the man was sitting. The male neighbor was sitting on his reclining couch as he watched a game with a cup of beer on the stand next to him. The neighbor was so engrossed on the football game that he didn’t notice Leon slipping something into his drink.

Leon was smart. Dangerously smart. He knew everything when it came to death- he worked in the DSO, of course he knew some things. He knew the effects of alprazolam and what it does to the brain.

So when he lied to a psychiatrist about his insomnia and got prescribed some Xanax, he crushed a high dosage into fine powder and slipped it into the man’s beer.

Stupid bastard, Leon thought to himself.

He watched as the male neighbor took a sip of his drink and Leon waited. Xanax is a powerful drug, can cause hallucinations and make your brain become a little too calm. You’re bound to fall asleep at some point. And with the amount Leon dropped into his drink, he knew he’d knock out sooner than later.

After a few minutes of “tinkering” with the man’s sink. He got up and went to check on the man again.

And sure as hell did the man find himself in a profound slumber. His snores layering with the sound of the TV.

Too easy, Leon smirked to himself. He put on some elastic gloves and made sure he wore shoes that wouldn’t leave footprints. In case things would get messy, of course.

He poured the man’s drink down the sink to get rid of the evidence. He then thought hard about how he should go about this.

There’s many different ways one can commit murder but Leon wanted the cleanest one. So he came up with one.

He brought pans to the stove and made it seem like the man was cooking something for himself. He partially cooked a stupid egg and left it there. Leon went back to where the man was sitting and dragged him out of his couch and towards the kitchen. Since this man’s place was small, the kitchen and dining area were joined together. He sat there man down on the dining table, which happened to be near the stove. He took out the man’s phone and put it in the man’s hand to make it seem like he was using it.

Leon went back to the kitchen and continued to prepare the scene. He took out bottles of alcohol the man had and poured them down the drain to make it look like he’d had a few drinks. He took a single cup from the cup rack and filled it up halfway. With the cup and bottle of whiskey in both hands, he walked back to the table where the man was sitting and laid them on the table. He took the half empty cup and smeared the man’s lip on the rim. You must cover every single detail.

He even poured a little alcohol into the man’s already parted lips. Leon walked back to the stoved and kept the gas on. Now all he needed to do was wait and let nature do its thing.

Leon walked out of his apartment, pretending to still be talking to the man since there was a camera on the corner of the hall. As the door opened, the camera couldn’t record that Leon had been talking to himself. It made the act believable.

With a smile, Leon walked back to his place and stayed there.

A few hours passed and it started to get dark outside, each resident was inside their unit and ready to go to sleep when the fire alarm began to sound. Everyone was forced to evacuate the premises as the firefighters came to the scene.

You saw as the ambulance brought out a stretcher into the building. Someone was still inside, you thought to yourself as your eyes widened and your heart rate increased. You tried to move but felt someone’s hand on your arm, it was Leon.

“Don’t. It’s too dangerous,” he replied in a serious tone as he stared at you with those cold blue eyes. You pinched your brows together. He was right. If you were to try and save the person, you’d die in the process. You nodded defeatedly and he let go of your arm. He stood there watching you- analyzing you.

You had a good heart, he thought. Too good for his liking. That made you an easy target for people and he loathed the idea of people exploiting your kindness. He vowed to protect you, to mark his hands dirty for you.

As the EMT brought back the stretcher, you could see a person lying there lifeless. All the other residents immediately started to mutter amongst themselves, some started to cry and others gasped in shock. You simply stood there, wide eyed and jaw slack. Leon’s expression remained unchanged as he watched you react to the man’s death. The man deserved it, he thought to himself.

Couldn’t you see that he was protecting you? You’ll come around eventually, he thought.

As the ambulance left the area, the firefighters started to clear the smoke as the police arrived. The police began to do their investigation as the firefighters checked the unit and deemed it good after clearing out the fire and the smoke. One police officer began to make her way to the apartment as the other stayed behind with the residents to ask questions.

Leon was a smooth talker. A trait most psychopaths had. He could get himself out of any situation and he could lie. So when the police asked him what had happened, Leon simply replied with, “I’m not sure. I went to his apartment to check his water supply as my sink stopped working and he lived next to me. I noticed he was making himself some food but I was too busy checking our pipes. He reeked of alcohol and barely spoke to me,” Leon’s tone was different. He sounded likey he spoke the truth.

You couldn’t help but listen to his words. To you, they are true. You saw him walk out of the man’s apartment.

The investigation was deemed as self-manslaughter. The police believed that the man suffered from deliberate alcohol poisoning which caused him to pass out in the process of cooking himself some food.

This made news headlines. Everyone believed the story but they thought the man was stupid enough to cook while he was drunk. Many of the residents believed it, he was a known alcoholic. Leon was never caught.

He was watching you from the window, months after the incident occurred. You had just come back from your college lecture. Leon knew. He stalked you, he followed you.

He knew your weekly routine. Monday through Thursday you had lectures. On Friday, you did work study. And the weekends were reserved for your personal time. He felt proud of you for balancing your life. You lived healthily and he couldn’t help but feel proud at your decisions. He knew you were smart enough to take care of yourself.

He knew the campus you went to, he knew the classes you were taking, he knew your major- he knew everything. But he pretended like he didn’t.

So when he saw you in the parking lot, right next to his car and you had trouble with your groceries, he couldn’t help but feel like your knight in shining armor. With his hardened expression, he asked you in his stern and serious voice, “Need some help?”

You smiled sheepishly and nodded, “Yeah… you don’t mind helping me?” You scratched your head awkwardly. On the inside, he found it adorable. But on the outside, he maintained his cool. He nodded and walked over to your car to retrieve the bags of groceries you bought. He was so strong he carried all the bags to your apartment door. You thanked him graciously and invited him inside.

“You can put them on the table, I’ll assort them,” you said as you took of your jacket and hanged it on the rack right next to the door. He nodded and walked over to the dining table, where he put all the bags with food. He took this opportunity to look around your place.

You kept it simple. It was nice, colorful, but nice. You had tons of books on your shelves, he took a mental note that you probably liked to stay indoors. He noticed the way your laptop and a few papers were scattered on the couch and coffee table, you were studious and dedicated to your education. He silently applauded you in his head. He liked that about you. You had goals and ambitions.

“Thank you, again. I owe you one,” you walked up to him and gave him a warm, genuine smile. He looked down at you and nodded again. Pretty smile, he thought to himself.

“It’s no problem, let me know if you need help with anything. I’m a couple doors away,” he replied with his usual serious tone. He remained unchanged, at least to you. To him, he felt like he about to combust into pieces. You were perfect, absolutely perfect.

Days went by and you found yourself talking to Leon more often. Or at least on the days you could. Leon was gone most of the day, he told you about his hectic work schedule and you couldn’t help but feel bad about him. So you decided to make him a small dinner with a note.

You left it on the front door of his apartment and walked back to yours. When Leon came back from work, it was 2:27 a.m. As he climbed up the steps of the stairs, he noticed something on his front door and felt slightly confused. He hasn’t ordered anything. He grew cautious and slowly approached his door. But then he saw your name on a sticky note. He quickly picked up the lunch box and walked inside his apartment.

Walking to his dining table, he read the note you left. Even your handwriting was perfect. The little swirls of the letters, almost writing in cursive made him want to keep you all to himself. He brought the piece of paper to his nose and sniffed it roughly, the paper crumbling in his hands as he could smell your scent on it. He groaned in pleasure as he could imagine your soft and small hands picking up a pen and write something just for him.

Just for him.

That thought alone almost set him off. He couldn’t eat dinner, not with the growing erection in his pants. He put the dinner you made in his freezer and quickly walked to his bedroom. He sat down on his bed and unbuckled his belt, throwing it somewhere on the floor. He pulled down his pants and boxers and watched as his cocked sprung freely, hitting his abdomen with a thwack.

His left hand held the piece of water with your handwriting and your scent while his right hand traveled to his cock. He brought the piece of paper to his nose again and closed his eyes in pure delight. Your scent was intoxicating- sweet vanilla with a hint of coffee. He grunted and moaned at the thought of your hands picking writing this note. He could picture your small hands wrapping his big cock, rubbing his base up and down as your scent infiltrated his airway.

His muscles tensed up as the thought of having you in between his legs made his cock throb. His stomach coiled as he felt himself nearing his orgasm. He could imagine your mouth sucking on his cock as he rammed his hips deeper down your throat, making you gag on him. He’d grab your hair and pull you closer to his pelvic area, having his blonde pubic hair rub against your face as you took his cock like a good girl.

He growled your name as he came in himself. White ropes shooting down at his palm as he tried to collect his cum and prevent it from staining any of his furniture. He sighed softly and laid his back on the mattress as he thought of you.

You drive him wild, he’d do anything for you. If it meant having you as his.

And that’s what drove him to kill more people. One day, he overheard you while both of you “coincidentally” went to get the mail from the lobby. You were speaking on the phone to a friend and he tried to make it seem like he wasn’t listening. But he was.

He heard you talk about how your ex is pestering you and giving you a hard time. That you cried last night because you two had an argument while he tried to get back together. His blood ran through his veins as you mentioned you cried.

He’d kill anyone who made this sweet and perfect angel cry. And that’s what his next murder was going to be. He went back to his apartment and began to stalk you again. As a government agent, he had privileges the common folk didn’t have. He was able to run a background check on you and found out your ex. To his surprise, he was your first and only relationship so far. He knew this guy probably broke your heart as your first relationship will always be your worst one.

He narrowed his eyes in anger as he found the man who broke your heart. And jotted down the information he had on him- his address, his workplace, his contact information, etc. Leon found everything thanks to his job.

When you heard news about your ex dying, you were shocked to see that he died from overdose. You’ve never known he was a drug addict, or at least that’s what Leon made it seem to be.

Leon drove all the way this man’s house and observed his routine. Your ex went to work, came back home, and went to the bar. An alcoholic, this made it easier for him.

Leon walked into the bar with his casual clothes, he spotted the man sitting on the bar counter with a drink already in his hand. He walked over and sat next to him as he ordered himself whiskey.

Your ex was already stupidly drunk, flirting up some poor girl who was just trying to talk to her friend. So he’s a creep too, he thought to himself as he took a sip his drink.

Why do you always find yourself around creepy and perverted men?

Leon looked around and made sure no one was watching him as slipped some stuff into his drink. Leon then continued to sip his drink and even chatted up the bartender.

The more your ex drank, the closer he got to an overdose. Turns out if you mix alcohol with prednisone, the effects could be fatal. Your ex would develop a liver damage that could potentially end his life if he kept drinking like he was right now.

It was getting late and Leon paid his tab. It was 11 PM and he decided he should go home. He wasn’t drunk, not yet at least. So he was perfectly capable of driving back to his apartment. But not your ex.

It was nearing closing time for the bar and the poor bartender saw your ex passed out on the counter. She didn’t know what to do but she tried waking him up.

Unresponsive. Her eyes widened slightly as she over to his side and checked for a pulse.

Flat line. She called the police and reported the death.

The police declared it suicide. They believed he voluntarily took drugs and alcohol at the same time.

In your mind, you were in denial but then you slowly began to think to yourself. He’s been acting weird and out of the ordinary when he’d talk about getting back together. It all made sense now. His aggressive behavior, his short temper… he was a drug addict and an alcoholic.

You attended the funeral, of course. And when you came back, Leon had been unlocking his door. He saw your puffy eyes as you had your heels in your hands. You looked like you’ve been crying- which you probably were. Leon paused as he stared at you, he nodded once at you, acknowledging your presence. He then spoke up in a tired voice, “Rough day?”

You nodded as you blinked slowly, “You could say that.”

He hummed in response and looked back down at his doorknob. Then he looked back to you, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Leon himself was tired as he just came back from a tough mission, but he would never be too tired for you. He pushed his exhaustion to the side and would rather take care of your needs for you.

You sighed and nodded slowly, “I could use a drink.”

He invited you over to his apartment and let you sit down on his couch as he took two glasses and one bottle of Jack. He walked over to the couch and set down the glasses and the bottle on the coffee table as he sat down next to you.

He began to pour for the both of you, not wanting you to work any more than you’ve already had.

“Cheers,” you muttered under your breath as you clanked your glass with his and chugged the liquid down your throat. The burning sensation almost making you forget about the mental strain you had.

He watched you as you set down the glass back down on the coffee table. Even in this state, you looked absolutely beautiful. He couldn’t wait to have you for himself. To prove to you that what you needed was a real man.

One thing let to another and you found yourself pinned under him on his bed. Your legs spread open as your knees rested on his shoulders. The head of his cock abusing your cervix, bruising it with brute force as he pulled out and pushed back in harshly. His balls smacking against your ass as his arms caged you under him. Your hands were on his shoulders, nails clawing deep into his flesh as the bed creaked from him pounding into you. The headboard hitting the wall behind the bed as he pulled out and forced his cock back into your tight walls. Your cunt clenching around his member as his hands gripped on your hair, forcing your head up so he could hear your stupid blabber.

He pulled out and rolled you over to your stomach. His left hand gripped on your waist as his right hand gripped the back of your neck and pushed your face down the sheets of his bed as he rammed his cock from behind you. Your ass jiggling as pounded harsher and harsher. Making sure you knew who you belonged to. He’d fuck you until you couldn’t walk.

You kept moaning his name against his pillow. Drool falling down your lips as tears rolled down your cheeks from the pleasure. You felt him even deeper from this position. His left hand gripped on your waist as it then traveled down to your ass and smacked, almost immediately seeing his hand print show in a pink and red hue on your skin. The burning sensation of the slap only made you more needy for his touch. His left hand found your hip and forced your body to clash against his as he fucked you straight to bliss.

Stars clouded your eyes as you whimpered and moaned. He cock throbbed and twitched inside of you as it stretched you. It hurt but it hurt good. His right hand gently squeezed the back of your throat, causing you to moan.

“Fuck- Leon- ‘mma cum-“ you spoke breathlessly in between moans and whimpers. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Cum for me,” he pressed a kiss on your shoulder blade as he felt you squirm under him. Your body convulsing as your orgasm took the best of you.

Your pussy clamped and clenched around him, wedging him with your juices. He didn’t stop, however. He kept pounding into you as the squelching sound echoed through his room.

He grunted and growled as he felt himself about to cum. He began to speed up and he let go of your neck. Now that both of his hands were on your hips, he gripped the fat of them and forced your body in and out of his cock. Bruising your cervix as your ass hit his hips. The sweat making your skin glisten under the shitty light of his room. You looked even more beautiful when he was fucking you like this.

His hot and sticky cum spurted out of his cock, coating your walls with a part of himself. In his sick and twisted mind, he branded you. He branded you with his essence and he didn’t regret it. He pulled out and heard you moan dumbly as he watched his cum slowly drip down the lips of your cunt to his bedsheet. He’d have to clean them but he didn’t care. He gave your ass a gentle squeeze as he patted your back for you to lay down. He knew you enjoyed it so much since you were on the brink of passing out.

You closed your eyes and felt as Leon cleaned you up. He took your hand and placed a gentle kiss on you knuckles. He was grateful to have you.

He wouldn’t mind killing again. Now that you were his in his mind, he’d go as far as killing every man who’s ever laid eyes on you.

For you, he’d become the world’s best serial killer.

[cybunii]

DOCTOR !!

a/n: I wanted to add smut so bad but writers block is literally killing me...

Pairing: Steve Raglan/William afton x gn!reader

cw: power difference, age gaps, uhh inappropriate doctor? no smut, just suggestive talk, maybe stalker-ish behavior

-

You took a deep breath and walked into the surprisingly cold building, avoiding eye contact with the people waiting in the lobby.

You check in at the front for your appointment, a quick checkup with Dr. Raglan at 2:30. He wasn’t your normal doctor, but since he was the only one available, you had to make due.

You had been feeling well but decided to come in anyway. Besides, what harm could a checkup do? 

You sit in one of the chairs, anxiously bouncing your leg up and down. Places like this always made you nervous, you had no reason for it, but you couldn’t calm the extreme nervousness you felt in hospitals and doctor's offices. 

“…?” 

You hear a woman call your name and you quickly stand up, making small talk with her as she leads you down the hallway to the room.

She takes your blood pressure and asks you questions about allergies and any new medications, the average standard questions. 

“Okay, you’re all set! Dr.Raglan will be in to see you shortly.” The woman cheerfully exclaimed, nodding, before shutting the door behind her.

You look around at all the framed diplomas, degrees, and bunny-themed decorations around the room. 

Your eyes are drawn to the one on the desk. You pick it up and observe it in your hands. A small yellow ceramic bunny sitting down, and the back is decorated with tiny orange spots. Some of the paint is smudged off, and its eye is partially missing, but it’s cute nonetheless.

You hear footsteps getting closer to the door and you quickly place it back, hoping it’s in the same position it was in. 

A few knocks on the door and he steps in. 

You give a small grin to him as he sits down, your eyes roaming his body as he turns the computer on. 

He was wearing the typical white coat, paired with sleek black pants, a tight-fitting button-up shirt, and a grape-colored tie complimenting his rather muted outfit. 

His intense gaze was focused on the digital screen in front of him, his lean shoulders slightly hunched over. The contours of his arms and toned back were accentuated by the tight-fitting shirt he wore. Even when concentrating, his natural charm was impossible to hide behind those piercing eyes and sharp focus. You can't help but look at him, even if he is completely aware of your gaze.

-

Steve- 

No. 

William was fully aware of your staring. 

A slight grin appears on his face as he continues to stalk through your information on the computer, keeping a mental note of each small detail for later. 

He deliberately set up this appointment, making sure he was the only one to see you today. A check-up was a good enough excuse, knowing he didn't have enough credentials to perform any other exams. 

-

Dr.Raglan clears his throat and your eyes dart up to meet his, embarrassment creeping up to settle on your face. 

“Well, today is a simple procedure.” He says, abruptly standing up, walking over to the counter, and grabbing gloves. He casually slides the gloves over his hands, your eyes almost trained on them. 

He walks back over and gestures to the table. You nod and carefully lay down on the hard table, the supposed cushion under you failing to provide any comfort. You try to focus on the uncomfortable feeling, not wanting to bring any attention to the clearly attractive doctor about to feel you up. 

“Just gonna lift this up, okay?” He says, a more gentle tone added to his deep voice. His hands gradually lift the hem of your shirt up and bunch it near your chest. His fingertips barely graze your skin and you take a sharp breath in, your heartbeat quickening. 

His hands press into your abdomen, not enough to hurt but enough so that it's uncomfortable. Your face scrunches a bit before he lets up, testing to see if anywhere is sensitive. 

“Did that hurt?” He whispers, quickly pressing down on another spot. 

You shake your head, your eyes avoiding his intense gaze. “No…” 

His hands trail even lower, pressing a little above your belt. “What about this?” He murmurs, his hungry gaze watching your every reaction. 

You bite your lip and shake your head again, your eyes meeting his when he keeps his hands in place. 

“You sure?” He asks, pressing his hands into you even harder. 

You wince and wiggle a bit, trying to relieve the pain by moving. “Uh- yeah, that hurts a bit..” You say, looking up at him with an uncomfortable expression. 

He hums and takes his hands off, throwing the gloves away in the nearby trash can. You take a deep breath in and rub the sore spot, knowing it'll be a bruise by tomorrow. 

“Let me do that…” He mumbles, his now bare hands rubbing the sore spot, the heat radiating from them feeling very good. 

“..feels g-good..” You stutter, instantly regretting saying anything due to the tone your voice decides to use. He raises his eyebrow and smirks, his look basically mocking you. 

He hums again, his hands grazing across your waist now, almost testing you. 

Time almost stands still for a minute, the only sounds of soft breathing filling the room. His hands pull away and he sits down at the computer, leaving you lying there. 

You frown and pull your shirt back down, finally sitting up and stretching from lying down for that long. 

You stare at the back of his head for what feels like ages. The sound of the quick typing almost drives you crazy. He turns around in the chair and stares at you, almost scanning you with his eyes. 

“You're a little sensitive, but overall everything seems to be okay. You’re as healthy as you can be!” He says, clasping his hands together.

You grin, nodding your head. “That's great to hear-”

“Though, I might have a suggestion” He says, cutting you off. 

You raise your eyebrows, giving him a confused look. 

“There was a study released recently, a huge list about many things someone should do everyday to make sure they stay healthy. The study was conducted by many educated scientists and doctors, so don’t have any worries about whether it's fake or not. We've all seen those websites…” He explains, pretty much rambling at this point. 

“Anyways, there was one on there that I think would suit your…” He pauses, his gaze sizing you up. “Needs.”

Your face scrunches up, the confusion still all over your features. “I’m sorry- My needs?” You ask, slight embarrassment creeping up on your face at the hidden meaning of those words. 

His once innocent grin widens into a wicked smile, quickly standing up and towering over you.

“Don't act so shy…You know what im talking about sweetheart” He murmurs, his rough hand going to rest on your thigh.

His hand gently strokes your thigh, inching its way up. You try to move your leg, but it is difficult, his strong grip keeping you in place. 

His face moves closer to yours, slowly, ever so slowly. 

Your heart hammers away in your chest, your body heating up at his touch and his breath getting closer and closer to you. 

“I'll give you the first dose…” He whispers, his hungry eyes practically glued to your lips. He smirks and leans in, his lips are soft and warm. They meet yours, and he starts to slowly kiss you. 

His other hand moves up off your thigh, and it brushes lightly against your skin. You can feel the touch, but it isn't aggressive or forced. It is a hungry yet gentle kiss, filled with passion. 

He groans and breaks the kiss, looking at you with an amused expression. You shudder at his warm breath hitting your face as he speaks, your face continuing to flush at the closeness. 

“Do you think you would be interested in learning more?” He asks, an expecting look on his face, begging, maybe demanding for you to give in. 

You think for a moment, your mind still reeling from the sudden kiss.

You nod your head a few times and he grins, turning around and finding an appointment card. “For when you need a higher dose” He says, handing you a card with an address quickly scribbled on it. 

“I'll be expecting a visit very soon…” He leans closer to you, whispering in your ear in a lust filled tone. He smirks again and stands up, opening the door for you to leave. 

You lift yourself off the table and quickly leave, glancing behind you to see him still staring at you. 

You stare at the card once you get in the car, your hand going up to softly touch your lips. It's like you can still feel his touch.

Maybe you should make another appointment…

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[olderthannetfic]

Now I'm at the point where I think if someone in the queer community is trying to tell women, femmes, afab people/whoever to stop enjoying BL, they also need to be consistent and tell all queer men to stop doing drag because they both engage with gender in the same way.

Everything those folks tell afab people [they're 1) capitalizing on male queerness without any of the struggles that come along with it or 2) depicting x identity without authenticity or 3) it's not #ownvoices/representation or 4) it's using stereotypes of x group that have historically harmed them] also apply to queer men who do drag in terms of them exploiting women for entertainment. Women are a marginalized group in society; that's a fact. A cis queer man will never truly understand what it's like to be a woman. A cis drag queen will likely never have to know what it's like to be constantly told from infancy your body and sexuality just exist for men. Your interests in fashion or makeup or academics are just for men. [By this logic, a cis woman could reasonably find an issue with a cis man then taking this aspect of personal and societal struggle and bastardizing it for entertainment/humor when women every day are killed, harassed, and attacked for not performing femininity for men.] Cis drag queens also use stereotypes of femininity as punchlines or jokes in this escapism when the ones who have to deal with the fallout in society are women. Drag queens are no more "representation" for women than BL characters are for queer men. No one goes to a drag show if that's what they want, and drag queens shouldn't be expected to do that, just like afab BL creators shouldn't be forced to conform to what anyone thinks is "good representation" for queer men. No queer man has been hurt by BL, just like no cis woman has been hurt by drag. Let's be consistent.

Now, is it also true that there are a lot of nonbinary and trans women who do drag as a way to express their gender? Yes. Are they likely the majority of drag queens? No. So, how would we decide who can appropriate aspects of the female experience? We can't. The same goes for afab BL fans and creators. Yeah, lots are trans or nonbinary, but it's ridiculous to expect everyone to out themselves or write a biographical manifesto to justify their tastes in entertainment. Are there drag queens who are misogynistic? Yes, the most famous example is RuPaul. Does this apply to all? No. Just like BL fans and homophobia.

However, everyone knows that talk of getting rid of drag queens is a common talking point of conservatives. This talk around afab BL fans should be considered in the same way.

--

Huzzah!

I've pointed this out many times. Hell, I've seen a blog post from a BL type author who is leery of women writing BL that pointed out the same thing and came to a similar conclusion.

One of the more interesting commentaries on the cis gay male culture aspects of all this was in David Halperin's How to be Gay. Either I'm misremembering, or the kindle price has dropped from academic book horror levels to something more acceptable, at least to my US eye. ($14.16 currently) I highly recommend it.

He uses the word 'appropriation' to talk about what drag queens do, though he doesn't mean it in a "and that is obviously universally bad" way. He explicitly addresses the fact that some women will find drag misogynist, and that's okay. It's okay that they feel this way. It's okay that a subculture makes art for a particular audience that may be offputting or disturbing to other audiences.

The book is about a lot more than just drag. It goes into all of that cis gay male culture like loving The Golden Girls and venerating tragic women of classic Hollywood. I have sometimes, as a woman, felt almost like I was tresspassing on gay men's territory to love Joan Crawford and her ilk. Which, if you think about it, is fucking nuts.

Halperin doesn't talk about BL at all, at least not in that book, but his observations are like a mirror of fandom and inform a lot of how I look at #ownvoices.

The book is based on a class he taught with that same joke title. The point was that he did not find the performance of normative US cis gay male culture ("What a dump!", Golden Girls love, etc.) to be at all natural. He had to learn it. All his friends laughed about how he was the last guy to teach anyone "how to be gay".

Anyway, as he taught the class, he noticed something that shocked him: students were connecting with The Golden Girls and campy, queer-coded old Broadway plays much more than with the direct, literal representation, even when that representation was on Broadway in a similar tone and type of media.

The book is his exploration of why. To boil it down: gay men were seeking things that felt true internally, not externally. They were often identifying with situations and dynamics or with all of the characters. They didn't necessarily want to be told "Here's your self insert! Now relate!" It's full of the same kind of talk of critical distance that oldschool slash meta engages in.

I actually have a whole long meta piece about this: What I Want is To(o) Direct.

I got the idea after reading Halperin and bounced up to Francesca Coppa at a con to blather about it. She was like "Oh, I just wrote a book chapter on that." That chapter is: Slash/Drag: Appropriation and Visibility in the Age of Hamilton. You can find it in A Companion to Media Fandom and Fan Studies.

Drag is great, but I hate the misogynist attitude that men can borrow from women to express their oppression or their interior worlds metaphorically, but women cannot borrow from men for the same purpose.

The inevitable transphobia that comes with strict policing of either is just the cherry on an already towering shit sundae.

[mixelation]

wrote some reborn au. takes place after the tori v itachi fight

i decided iwa has a bunch of tunnels connecting everything !!

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The little makeshift clinic set up in the holding wing of the stadium was quiet. Tori sat patiently on a cot while one medic wordlessly spread healing chakra over the burn on her shoulder; the other medic was organizing ampules of clear liquid at table, the glass gently clinking together. 

Across from her, the poor fifteen year old who’d drawn Deidara was unconscious in another cot. Kurotsuchi was nowhere to be seen, probably because Itachi had beat her without harming a hair on her head. The latter was definitely more embarrassing than ending up in a hospital, but personally, Tori would take a blow to the ego over cracked ribs any day. 

Maybe she should have just let Itachi take her out with genjutsu. It wasn’t like she was going to pass, anyway. Then again, even Itachi’s less bad genjutsu were really scary… and she’d wanted to test her new seal…

The quiet of the room was broken by Kushina slamming the door open. 

“Tori you did so good, you know,” she proclaimed, unconscious teenager be damned. A noise like a muffle tea kettle escaped the medic’s throat. “Your taijutsu has improved so much. I’m really proud.”

Proud…? When was the last time anyone had been proud of Tori? She didn’t know what to do with that, and she felt her cheeks go hot against her will.

Kushina didn’t say much out loud about the four-part seal Tori had painted on herself, but she did shoo away the medic so she could help Tori take it off. The medic looked affronted by Kushina’s bossiness, and then scandalized when the seal on her burned shoulder turned out to have four matching ones. 

“You did all that to your genin?” the medic half-squawked. 

Kushina paused, a brush hovering over Tori’s shoulder. 

“Well, she designed it herself,” she said, like that excused it. A grin cracked on her face. “Hey, make sure you get that to the judges, you know. I don’t just hand my students fuinjutsu.”

Only two of the four seals had to be deactivated to break the random fluctuations in chakra, which is all they needed for the next leg of their mission. 

“We should grab some snacks before Itachi and Deidara duke it out,” Kushina said loudly as she led Tori out of the clinic. Both medics voiced annoyed protests. “Oh, come on, she’ll just come back after the show, you know!”

Tori let Kushina take lead. She led her down two flights of stairs, babbling about how there was a ramen stand just a couple blocks away that she was craving. As far as Tori knew, Kushina had not liked that stand and complained in length about Iwa having bad ramen in private, but it was established fact to anyone observing them that Kushina was obsessed with ramen. 

“Sensei, ramen is hardly a snack,” Tori whined as Kushina pretended to look confused as she navigated them through the maze of tunnels under Iwa. 

“Nonsense,” Kushina told her. “You need nutrients after your fight, you know.”

“Sensei, ramen barely has any nutrients. You told me you got scurvy when you were my age from not eating anything else.”

“Um, no, I said I nearly got scurvy from cup ramen. Restaurant ramen is completely different–”

It was easy to fake getting lost under Iwa, deep in the passages anyone could access. The tunnels were creepily empty, and they only passed two other people, an older civilian couple rushing in the direction of the stadium. Almost everyone was currently gathered to watch children try and kill each other.

The hardest part of this mission, they had both assumed, would be the transition to the ninja-only tunnels and then not getting caught in the prison complex. The transportation seal itself should be simple enough to plant. 

They never got that far. They were attacked first.��

The tunnel suddenly rose up in front of them, the stone cobbles flipping and stacking on top of themselves in a complex Earth jutsu. The path in front of them was sealed within seconds. 

“Er,” Kushina said, pausing, but the jutsu was already repeating itself behind them. Iwa-nin after Iwa-nin peeled themselves from the walls, crowing Tori and Kushina. “Hey, what the hell?”

All the ninja were wearing gas masks. This was very, very bad. 

“As an invited guest of the Tsuchikage,” Kushina started, her hair twitching at her side in building anger, “I demand an explanation.”

Tori felt dizzy. She wasn’t sure if this was nerves from their mission taking a sudden nosedive, or whatever thing the Iwa-nin needed gas masks for. 

No color, no odor, able to be filtered, Tori thought, mentally sorting through all the gasses and aerosolized poisons it could be. They’re covering their skin, so it might be absorbed that way even if I hold my breath… 

Had they already been caught, before they’d even gotten close? How?

The masked ninja offered no explanation. They didn’t even move to attack, although each and every one of them was tensed for a fight. 

Tori felt her knees going weak. Somehow all her limbs seemed to be getting weaker. 

“Chakra poisoning…?” Kushina wondered out loud. “Alright, I think it’s fair to call this self-defense.”

Kushina grabbed Tori, pulling her protectively into her chest, and chaos broke out instantaneously. Chains erupted from Kushina back, ensnaring and pinning down ninja in the claustrophobic hallway. Six chains shot right through the walls cutting off the passage. Tori was aware of weapons being thrown or swung at them, clinking loudly off the mass of chains and ricocheting into the narrow tunnel.  

The cobblestone walls rebuilt themselves as quickly as Kushina knocked them down, countering her attempts to vent the space. More ninja crawled out of the walls and ceiling, pushing and crowding them. Sharp blades slipped between the chains more than once, knicking the both of them. 

“Sensei,” Tori started, fingers fumbling for scrolls. “I can–”

“They almost definitely want me, you know,” Kushina huffed, breath heavy. Kushina had a lot of chakra to poison, but even she had limits. “Run.”

A chain wrapped itself around Tori’s waist and then shot her towards one of the cobblestone walls at a terrifying speed. Three more chains broke the wall in front of her, and Tori had to hold up her arms to protect herself from rubble. They she was flying down the open passage they’d walked through earlier, which felt almost cavernous with the sudden lack of other bodies. 

The chakra suddenly evaporated, turning from the most solid thing Tori had ever touched to gold dust. Tori was flung forward, and she only barely managed to get her weak legs under her to land, which turned into a sad, uncontrolled roll directly into a wall. 

Tori was on her feet immediately, running as fast as she could in the opposite direction of Kushina and the mass of Iwa-nin. The cobblestone wall had already prepared itself, and the passageway was eerily quiet. 

No one appeared to be following her. Should she go back? She couldn’t abandon Kushina. 

But what was she going to do, by herself with no plan? It would be smarter to go get Itachi and Deidara’s help. 

She found a staircase up to the surface and sprinted up it. Her chakra was sluggish and unmoldable, and her muscles weren’t quite right because of it. But she got herself up the stairs, and then she forced herself into a false calm as she walked back to the stadium. 

She couldn’t do a henge in this state. She pulled the tie on her braid and brushed her hair over her shoulders to hide her face. She hunched her shoulders and kept her eyes on her feet. I’m a shy little girl, I’m timid and civilian and harmless… 

It wasn’t a good enough disguise to hide her from anyone actively looking. But it would keep anyone else from noticing her, she hoped. The guard at the gate to the stadium certainly barely looked at her. 

The fight between Deidara and Itachi was in full swing, and it was about as loud as she’d expected. When she entered the stands, most people were standing, screaming in excitement. In a better mood, Tori would have contemplated that whatever bad blood ws between their villages, Iwa’s citizens still enjoyed seeing two top-tier ninja beat the shit out of each other as much as the next village. 

Itachi and Deidara’s role was to draw this fight out as long as possible, and draw it out they did. There were too many ninja in the audience and crawling around the stadium for Tori to even think about signaling for them to wrap it up. Instead, she sat there in silence, forcing her hands to not knot themselves in her shirt in anxiety. 

She needed to calm down. She couldn’t do anything if she didn’t keep her head on straight. Why was she getting so bent out of shape, anyway? Either Kushina was already dead, or they would hold her hostage. There was no point in letting herself get bent out of shape until after the crisis was over. Tori had thought herself accomplished at the ancient shinobi art of stomping down panic. 

She said she was proud of me, Tori thought over and over.

[girlystories]

⋆¸*ೃ Bittersweet

— pairings: various ninjago x female/runaway/slightly depressed reader

Summary: you run away from your abusive and controlling parents, only to almost be killed in the middle of nowhere. mysteriously miraculously you manage to avoid them alive, and stumble upon two amazing siblings who save your life. Additional warnings: very small depictions of sa, depictions of blood. Words: 4k

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Chapter 1: Saved

[Name] ran. Trails of tears down her cheeks as her steps became more and more weak, heavy breathing escaping her gritted teeth. As she looked behind her, the ground disappeared for a moment as she lost her balance, falling sharply on the dirt below her. 

The steps behind her became closer and closer. Her eyes widened as her veins filled with terror. They were behind her. She could see their frame from the shadow in front of her. Hearing mischievous laughs, she turned her head around -- something she immediately regretted. 

A group of men were looking at her up and down, not taking their eyes off her. At first, [Name] tried to ignore it, as she was simply walking around Ninjago city. There wasn't any possibility people would follow her there, right? How naive she was. And now she had to pay for her stupidity. After [Name] made her way outside of the city, in the middle of nowhere, she felt her heart sink when she realized they were in fact following her. 

Without no other option, she ran. There wasn't any certainty she would even reach a place to hide. She was in the middle of nowhere, after all. To her luck, [Name] noticed a village ahead. But before she could even reach it, she tripped. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

The men only rambled to each other, deciding who would go first and laughing without paying any mind to [Name]'s terror. Instead they kicked her on the stomach. Hard. She choked out in pain, the oxygen leaving her lungs, not even giving her the second to resist. Hauling at her, each grabbed a limb. 

[Name] writhed and struggled, failing under their grasp, trying to bite any hands to somehow let herself free. Their grasp only tightened, and she let out a cry. As one guy hovered over her he grabbed her face, bringing it close. 

"Just stay still, bitch. Unless you want this to end up much much worse." 

Tears filling her round eyes, her body went into fight-or-flight mode. Her right leg slipped out of the guy's hold, kicking the man in front of her in the face. Grunting he stumbled backwards. He wiped his hand on his nose, revealing a train of blood on his fingers. Gritting his teeth he gave [Name] a fiery glare. 

"I see you want to do this the hard way." 

He grabbed a pocket knife out of his pocket, and as [Name] was about to kick him again, he managed to land a cut on her. She let out a cry, shutting her eyes. The man grabbed her by the hair, bringing the pocket knife close to her neck. 

"That's what you get for fucking kicking me in the face," he hissed. 

[Name] took this opportunity and headbutted him in the forehead. Bad idea. She now had a massive headache and felt her mind becoming hazy. 

"Augh- Fucking bitch!" The man had enough, and slit the knife to [Name]'s hip. She screamed, as the pain ran throughout her whole body. 

She layed on the ground, her lazy eyes gazing at the full moon. Oh, how pretty it looked. The pain seemed to vanish and she only felt a warm sensation. She didn't care about anything anymore. She gave one last glance at the familiar moon, before her eyelids gave in. 

 

   When she woke up she was greeted with a wave of shock. She hadn't died, yet. [Name] pushed herself up the ground, and looked around. Her eyes shot open as she observed the men laying in a pool of blood. Their own blood. [Name] took a shaky step back, her mind spinning with confusion. They can't be dead, right? A moment ago they were... 

Suddenly remembering her wound she gently pressed her hand on her hip. As her fingers touched the open cut she hissed in pain. She lifted her shirt up, taking a look. The wound looked open and pretty deep, but for some reason the bleeding had stopped. Her mind hurt as she was becoming confused more and more by the second. 

The moon still reflected a light and the stars were shining brighter than before. With slow steps, [Name] continued the way to the village she saw before. She could see it from the distance, but it wasn't as far as it seemed. 

Taking a look back, she eyes the motionless men on the dirt, as she feared they might suddenly get up and chase after her again. She had the urge to break out, to cry and yell. But instead she felt numb and just... tired. 

Finally she reached a shop. It was closed, since it was midnight, but she could still make out the sign saying: "Four Weapons Blacksmith shop". She ignored her mind telling her to just ran back home. She couldn't. Especially in this state. She was unsure if the people would even help her. She was an utter mess. Her hair was messy, her clothes slightly torn apart, and her eyes were swollen and red. Not only that, but she was covered with brushes, and a wound visible through her shirt. 

She knocked the wooded door with a weak arm. There was silence and she could feel her anxiety increasing. She knocked again. 

"Who the hell knocks at this hour...", a male voice grumbled while opening the door. [Name] couldn't identify the figure in front of her, but she could make out their irritation through their voice. "We're clos-", their eyes widened in shock at the sight infront of them, and [Name] lost consciousness as she fell on the young boy's arms. Seems like she lost a lot of blood. 

"Hey! Are you okay?!" 

Words of concern could be heard from the distance, but only seemed to fade more and more away. 

   [Name] woke up she was greeted with daylight hitting her eyes from the window. She had a dry throat, due the constant screaming and crying. Her hair was way messier than before and she was sweaty. Did she have a nightmare? She couldn't remember. Mumbling at the noisy sun making her squint her eyes, [Name] pulled off the covers. Instead of standing on her legs, she lost balance, immediately falling on the wooded floor with a "thumb" echoing through the house. 

"Ugh, fuck, that hurt..." she grumbled.

Just then quick steps could be heard and someone opened the door. "Are you okay?", a young girl (almost the same age as her) helped [Name] up and sat her on the matress. She had tanned skin and black short hair with bangs a bit above her dark brown eyes. 

"You shouldn't walk yet. You've lot too much blood. I suggest you rest until you fully recover." 

"Was my wound that bad?"

"Well... it doesn't seem like you're bleeding now so, I'm sure after a few days you'll be fine!" The girl thought for a moment. "Oh! I was just about to serve you some food. Y'know, to regain your strength easier!" 

"You don't have to. I'm sorry for troubling you! Letting me stay for the night is enough", [Name] said but she ignored her. 

"Don't be ridiculous! You're not troubling us at all. Just wait a moment", she made her way out the door and to the kitchen and in no time came back with a bowl of soup. 

As [Name] wrapped her palms around the warm bowl, the scent made its way inside her nostrils as steam hit her face. She gave the girl a look of hesitation. Could she really eat that? 

"Go right ahead! Despite not being as good as a chef, I consider my cooking pretty average." 

[Name] grabbed the spoon and took a sip. The warm liquid clearing her dry throat. She felt like she hadn't eated in days. She hummed, licking her lips, placing a smile on her face. 

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Nya!", she smiled. 

[Name] swallowed her food before telling Nya her name, before continuing to finish the soup. She didn't want to seem rude, but oh man she was so hungry. 

"So... I don't really want to pry but, what happened? Were you attacked?" 

[Name] stopped herself from eating, eyeing Nya hesitantly. Just then, the door opened again. This time revealing a boy, looking a bit older than Nya. He had brown spiky hair, his eyes resembling Nya's. His brown apron covered his white shirt and red colored pants. "She's awake?" 

"Yeah, woke up just a moment ago."

[Name] didn't know what to say and rubbed her hands together. Instead, Nya covered for her, revealing her name instead. 

"Oh nice to meet you [Name]! I'm Kai," he grinned but immediately changing his expression. "I was pretty confused when I saw you looking that beated up! At first I wondered why would anyone knock someone door in midnight." 

"Kai, shut up," Nya groaned at his mumbling. "I was just asking about what happened to her. [Name], please continue."

"I...", [Name] felt her heart beating faster as her mind relapsed the occurrence from the night before. "I was attacked by some men", she swallowed, her eye looking anywhere but their gazes. "At first I didn't think much of it, but then realized they where following me... Then, they..." she trailed off, looking down. 

Nya's and Kai's eyebrows lowered.

"They... grabbed me limb by limb and then...", she felt tears filling her eyes and her lip trembling. 

"You don't have to say anything else", Nya reassured her, placing an arm on [Name]'s shoulder. 

[Name] took a few breaths to calm herself down. "One of then stabbed me and I thought I died, but when I woke up I saw them... motionless." 

"As in... dead?", Kai asked. 

"I don't know...", her arms clenched the sheets, her voice becoming now shaky. "B-but, I swear I didn't do anything! I was unconscious one moment, the next I saw them.. just laying there..." 

Kai and Nya went in silence for a moment as they gave each other a look. "Maybe someone saved you?", Kai suggested. 

"But why would they leave her there then?" Nya unsurely said. 

"I don't know? Maybe he was a hero or something? Isn't that what heros do?" 

"Don't be ridiculous, Kai. Heros don't exist." 

"You don't know that!", Kai protested. 

[Name] eyed them with fear. Will they believe she killed them and is running away from the police? Are they going to turn her in? Or just kick her out, letting her to die on the road?

"Please believe me!" 

Their eyes looked at [Name]'s round ones. Nya then gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. We believe you."

"Yeah, you can also stay here as long as you like!" 

Nya rolled her eyes. "I knew you would say that."

"What?!" he snapped. 

"Nothing, nothing!" she waved an arm towards him. "Don't resist asking us for help or anything, okay? We wouldn't go anywhere either, so." 

[Name] nodded in response. Nya looked at the empty bowl, still in her arms and let out a chuckle. "I think I'll be taking this." She took the plate and told Kai to check [Name]'s cut as she made her way back to the kitchen. As Kai took the covers off, [Name] noticed that her bloody clothers were replaced with a new pair of clean ones. Underneath, bandages were wrapped around her hip. 

Kai looked at her wound, before his concerning eyes met hers. "Do you mind if I...?" 

"Do what you must", she nervously replied. This wasn't the time to become flustered. He was just inspecting her cut to treat it. Nothing else. 

He nodded at her and slightly lifted up her shirt. [Name] did her best to ignore her red face as his face came closer to her, inspecting her wound. The white bandages were now turned to a dark shade of red. Kai carefully cut them and threw them in a nearby trash bin. [Name] hissed in pain as he cleaned the deep cut, and he quickly apologized before wrapping new bandages around her hip. 

"There, better. Sorry if it was too painful."

"No, it's completely fine! You're just looking after me", [Name] reassured him.

"Alright!", Kai beamed. "Do you need anything? Perhaps another pillow? Or some tea?" 

[Name] waved her arms towards him. "No no! I'm completely fine. Really... thank you. You've already done so much for me." 

"It's nothing," he said with a smirk before he paused for a moment. "But, really, when you fell into my arms I was so shocked, I didn't know what to to." 

"I'm sorry", [Name] lowered her head. 

"I'm glad you manged to get a away safe." Kai placed an arm on her shoulder. "You can stay here as long as you like. I'll leave you rest." 

[Name] nodded with a shy smile. 

Kai then made his way to the door, making sure to give [Name] a sheepish smile before leaving.

   Time passed relatively quick, with [Name] now being able to walk, only feeling pain from now and then. She insisted on helping them with chores but they never let her overdo herself. She got to know them better too. They told her stories about their childhood and how their parents left them when they were young. Because of that they had to look after each other. She couldn't imagine how'd that feel. Especially with her experience with her parents. At least they had each other. They also shared how their neighbors had to take care of them for a while, and many stories of the torture Mrs Brownmiller had to endure. She kind of envied their relationship, since she never had, since she was an only child. 

One faithful evening, Kai and Nya were working at the shop, while [Name] was dusting every single corner she could find, and also organizing any necessary equipment. There weren't many customers coming at this hour, so Kai was mending new armour and weapons. 

"To forge the perfect weapon, you first need the right metal and plenty of heat. Cool it off... and Presto!" Kai dumped the sword into the water before lifting it up. "Aww..." He trailed off in disappointment as his sword got tangled up. 

"You made it too quickly, Kai. Be patient. If father was still here, he'd say..." Nya said. 

"I know... no matter how much fire you have, experience isn't something you learn overnight. That may work for you, Nya, but I'm gonna be a better blacksmith than dad ever was." Kai interrupted Nya. 

[Name] chuckled while swiping the flour. "Practice makes perfect! At least it's better than yesterday", she joked and Kai eyed her an annoyed look. 

An old man entered the shop. He stopped his steps, taking a look around before humming. "Your metal is loud and heavy. Useful to slow one down. Useless in the art of stealth. All tool for a samurai, but nothing for a ninja?" 

All three shared the same look of surprise. A ninja? 

Kai approached the old man with furrowed brows. "Ninja? Huh, you're a long way from finding a ninja in these parts, old man. And the shop is called "Four Weapons," not "For Browsing". Either buy something or go pedal your insults somewhere else." 

The man hummed again, this time letting out a laugh. "Hmm...too bad. Thought I'd find something special here", he turned around and left, with the help of his bamboo stick. 

[Name] shared a look of anticipation with Nya before continuing her sweeping. Nya motioned Kai to show the man around and he sighed in irritation. Gosh he hated costumers like these. 

"If it's something special you're looking for, Let me sh-" he cut himself off, his eyes searching for the old man. To his surprise the peculiar stanger was no where to be seen. 

"What is it?", Nya asked. 

"...He was just... Forget it." 

[Name] let out a sigh, before looking at the clock. "I think we should take a break, no? I'm honestly pretty hungry." 

Nya smiled, opening her mouth before Kai interrupted her again. "Hey, what's that?", he asked, motioning at the hill ahead. 

The two girls' glazes followed where Kai's finger is pointing, seeing a group of skeletons riding... a motorcycle? 

"What are they?", Nya asked. 

[Name] squinted her eyes, trying to make out the scene in the distance. "They look like... skeletons?", her voice sounding uncertain. 

Kai already wearing a chest plate, put on a helmet. "I don't know. You both stay back." he stated before grabbing a sword. He started fighting the skeletons when one of them suddenly bit his leg. "Ow! Bite this!" he kicked the skeleton's head away. 

Nya quickly grabbed a bamboo stick and placed a hand on [Name]'s shoulder. "You're still badly hurt, so stay back. We'll protect you!" 

[Name] nodded her head almost instantly went back inside the house. She decided to just take a look from the window, holding the broomstick close for comfort.

As two skeletons got distracted, Nya sneaked up from behind them and knocked them down. Kai snapped his head at her. "I told you to stay back!" 

"And what? Let you have all the fun?" 

They both continued fighting the skulin, dismembering them and easily knocking them down. They didn't notice, though, two skeletons sneaking inside the shop. [Name] instantly froze in place. As they looked around, it's not surprising their eyes found her terrified expression. They both shared a look before one of them grabbed her. She shrieked, randomly swinging the broomstick but also managing to lay some hits on him. "Let me go!" 

"Ow ow! Stop that!" the skeleton said, still holding on [Name]. "Nuckal, a little help here!" 

The other skeleton rolled his eyes, tying [Name] with a rope. "Kruncha, can't you do anything on your own?" 

"Of course I can! I always do all the work while you just do nothing. You're basically useless!" 

"That's not true! You're useless!", Nuckal snapped and hit the other skeleton. This escalated to the both skulin hitting each other, accidentally knocking the shop's front sign. On the back of the sign was a map to which [Name] couldn't make out. 

The two skulin stopped tussling, letting out a gasp. "The map!" 

They both chuckled and left with the map. Did the literally forget about [Name] even being there? She let out a scream for help. After she realized Nya and Kai hadn't heard her she groaned. She got up and bring her back to a sword. Somehow she took hold of it and with difficulty cut the ropes. Guess she didn't need the help of Kai and Nya then. 

She ran outside, trying to find any way to help her friends. She saw Kai knocked down, about to be finished off by a skuli with four arms. Just then, out of nowhere a flash of tornado appeared attacking the skulin.

The skulin kept his balance, bringing his swords for defense. "Sensei Wu! Your Spinjitzu looks rusty." 

The light disappeared, revealing the old man from before. "Nothing like bone to sharpen its edge, Samukai." 

[Name] quickly went to her friend's side, who was still knocked down. "Kai! Are you hurt?" 

"Yeah, I'm alright..." 

Samukai took notice of they defenseless position, an idea immediately coming to mind. With an evil ckuckle he threw one of his swords on a water tank's support leg. As it's falls apart the water aims towards [Name] and Kai. 

"Oh no!" [Name] tried to drag herself and Kai out of there but was too slow. 

"Ninja Go!" The old man used the same move from before, quickly taking the two teenagers out the way, saving them at the last minute. 

Samukai quickly retreated back to his skull truck. "Lord Garmadon says take the girl in the red!" 

"Lord Garmadon?" the old man breathed out in shock. 

The skulin ckuckled, lancing something from their truck which grabbed Nya. 

"Nya!" the two teenagers shouted as the skulin retreated. 

"They took Nya..." Kai murmered, a tint of sadness in his voice. 

"I told you," the old man hit his head with his bamboo stick. "Useless." 

Kai groaned. "Arrgh! You could've done something! You could've used your… Twistitzu or your-" 

"Spinjitzu!" 

"But you did nothing! I'm going to get my sister back!" he snarled, taking off. "[Name] , are you coming or not?" 

"Is that even a question?" [Name] said, not particularly expecting an answer before following him. 

"Where they go, a mortal cannot. That was Samukai, king of the Underworld. And if it's true that he's carrying orders for Lord Garmadon, then I fear things are much worse than I ever thought." Sensei Wu adviced.

Kai stopped his tracks, spinning around to look at the man, one brow raised. "Lord Garmadon?! Underworld?! What's going on?! What do we have that's so important to them?! And why would they take my sister?!" 

"What's so important? How about everything in Ninjago itself?" Sensei Wu said. "Long before time had a name, Ninjago was created by the First Spinjitzu Master, by using the Four Weapons of Spinjitzu: The Scythe of Quakes, the Nunchucks of Lightning, the Shurikens of Ice, and the Sword of Fire. Weapons so powerful, no one can handle all of their power at once. When he passed away, his two sons swore to protect them, but the oldest was consumed by darkness and wanted to possess them. A battle between brothers broke out, and the oldest was struck down and banished to the Underworld. Peace returned, and the younger brother hid the weapons, but knowing his older brother's relentless ambition for power, he placed a guardian to protect them. And for fear of his own demise, a map for an honest man to hide. That honest man was your father. The older brother is Lord Garmadon. And I need to find those weapons before he does."

"You're the younger brother?", [Name] chimed in, placing two and two together. 

"Then you came here for the map?" Kai asked. 

Sensei Wu shook his head dismissively. "No. I came for something greater: you." he placed his bamboo stick on Kai's shoulder. "Since my brother cannot enter this realm, it's obvious he has struck a deal with Samukai. If he were to collect all four weapons, even I would not be able to stop him again. But you, you have the fire inside. I will train you to harness it. Use it. Become a Spinjitzu Master."

"A Spinjitzu Master?" 

Kai wasn't convinced by the way he looked at the man in disbelief and slight irritation, as he was wasting his time. "Look, I'm flattered you think I'm all that, but I gotta save my sister! I'm not getting involved in your sibling rivalry." he started walking away, grabbing [Name]'s hand. 

They didn't get far when Kai suddenly fell down as Sensei Wu knocked him down. [Name] gasped in shock, as the man laughed. 

"Haha. Clunky mule. You are not even ready to face my pinky toe. If you want to get your sister back, you must control the fire that burns inside. Only when you become a Spinjitzu Master, will you be able to face… Lord Garmadon." 

Kai grunted before giving up. He gave [Name] a look, searching for her own opinion on this. She quickly understood and nodded. "I think he's right. He did save us back there. You should listen to him." 

The boy sighed. "Okay. Then when do we start?" 

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[francis-writes]

Hello, I saw that you are taking requests for the grabber and I was wondering how would he react to an s/o who always listens, and tries to do her best to keep him happy but sometimes she sneaks out of the basement, only after she knows he’s asleep so that she can sleep close to him because she doesn’t like being away from him.

hope you like it!

You shouldn't be doing it. Not only because that if the Grabber would catch you sneaking out of the basement, he would punish you severely for being naughty, maybe he even would finally decide to kill you. No, it surprisingly wouldn't be so bad if you were risking your life trying to escape. At least it would be a sacrifice for freedom. But you put your life on the line just to observe your kidnapper while he was sleeping.

Because you fell in love in him.

You tried to blame it on Stockholm syndrome, tell yourself that it wasn't your fault... and maybe you were right. After all, this man was actually quite nice to you (of course, except for the fact that he kidnapped you and locked in his basement but no one's perfect). He was bringing you food (quite good even though it was the same simple meal everyday) and keeping you company so you didn't feel alone. At the beginning you were afraid of him but soon you started enjoying his presence. You often were asking him to stay longer and talk with you. There were an undeniable charm in your kidnapper and maybe that's why this one memorable day you decided to help a stranger who quickly pushes you into his van. But whatever he have done, you enjoyed listening to his stories and you tried to find out as much as possible about him, even though he was reluctantly sharing facts about his personal life. When he left the door open for the first time, voice in the phone warned you to not go upstairs because it's a trap and you listened - you didn't want to die after all. But when he was away, you missed his company, especially when you were laying alone in the night and soon your yearning turned out to be stronger than the self-preservation instinct. You began to sneak out the basement - always making sure that the Grabber is asleep - and you were laying down close to him. Sometimes you fell asleep but fortunately you always woke up before your kidnapper so you had time to quietly go back to basement before he could notice your presence.

This time seemed to be no different. The Grabber had to be very tired because he fell asleep on the couch. You were laying on the floor, admiring his broad chest rising and falling, and you wondered how would it felt to lay your head on his chest and feel his strong arms around you. He was still in his mask and you felt the temptation to take a risk and kiss the cold material. Will you ever be able to taste his lips? You doubted it but this thought still haunted your dreams. Yet you gave up on any physical closeness in this moment - the risk of waking him up was too dangerous so you were just looking at him, wondering if you will feel his hand one day when he will hug you or when he will kill you. Soon, you fell asleep.

After some time, the Grabber opened his eyes. He remembered that he was supposed to watch basement's door and he almost jumped, afraid that you escaped while he was sleeping but then in a dim light of TV he noticed a crouched silhouette on the floor.

With a surprise, he realized it was you.

Such situation never happened to the Grabber before and he wasn't sure what to do. Well, he didn't tell you that you can get out so technically he could punish you for being naughty. But why didn't you escape and just laid here? His curiosity was stronger than desire to punish you (Not that it didn't exist... But violence could wait) so the Grabber crouched and gently shook you by your shoulder until you woke up. When you noticed his face (or rather: his mask) over you, you quickly realized your situation and wanted to stand up, terrified, but he firmly hold you in your place.

"Don't move , little dove" he told you calmly "I have a few questions before I will decide what to do with you. First of all: what are you doing here?"

"I- I am sorry" you mumbled "I know I shouldn't leave the basement but, uhm, but I felt alone and I wanted... I wanted to be close to you"

The Grabber thought he can't be more surprised but this confession really shocked him. His victims hardly ever wanted to spend time with him. On the other hand.. you were different... special... from the beginning. You liked talking with him and he enjoyed your honest attention and curiosity. People usually ignored him so it was nice to finally find someone who wanted to listen to his stories. You never failed to make him feel better when he was in bad mood and he tried to reciprocate your kindness, keeping you company and caring about you as much as he could about a prisoner.

But this was still surprising. Treating him as friend when you were in the basement was one thing. Giving up possibility of escape to spend night close to him was something completely different. He was thinking. Desire to punish you was slowly disappearing, leaving place for completely new feeling.

The Grabber put away the belt and gave you his hand, helping you get up. "You could tell me that you feel alone, little dove " he said leading you to the basement.

You felt afraid, unsure what to expect but when you laid on your mattress, the Grabber just took a place behind you , putting his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. There were no chance of escaping this grip but you couldn't complain. "I hope you will feel better now " he whispered into your ear "Because I am not gonna leave you"

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Writing update

I haven't done these in a while! Mostly because I haven't written much past couple of years. Well I have written, but mostly disconnected scenes, not actually any of the wips. I haven't had much time and I got a pretty bad burnout from uni which I'm still recovering from. I need to like properly get into the story and in my case that means getting a brain rot and obsessing over the story non-stop to be able to write it. But when I have important uni work to do, I can't get too obsessed or I will neglect them. That's why I've been writing disconnected scenes. Then I'm obsessing over one scene and the obsession will pass after I've gotten it off my system and written it. That doesn't derail my obligations too bad.

After I was able to recover a bit during the summer break, I got back into writing Bear Castle Chronicles. I'm more capable of handling more things, but I have one fear of the brain rot getting out of hand and overtaking too much of my time and energy :'D

I've said before that after I took a break from BCC, I decided to change a lot of things and restart it for the millionth time. A major shift is that it now has a narrator, the Bear. It's the titular bear of the Bear Castle, the guardian spirit of the main sibling's clan. It can see the minds of the clan members and through that it tells the chronicles (addressing itself in third person) and also literally in-world curates the in-world text that is the Bear Castle Chronicles by possessing the Chronicler (but that comes into play mostly in the later books). I'm now writing it in English too. I'm not far in this version, I've written (almost) the prologue and I'm two chapters into Valeri's storyline, which is a total of slightly over 10K words.

Not sure if I'll attempt nano this year. I would not aim to win and not follow the rules like usually. But if I will I would probably continue writing BCC. I'll see if I'm doing okay with uni work when it comes around.

Here's a little excerpt from Valeri's first chapter!

Pain shot through his body. He gasped for air until he was kicked in the stomach again. Blood dripped from his mouth to the sand. His head was spinning. Everything around him faded, except his opponent. In his mind there was only image of his brother. He had to gather his strength. He had to get up. When the other leg left the ground, grimacing he leaned on his hands and kicked the leg still on the ground. The lieutenant lost his balance falling backwards. Valeri acted quickly. He kicked sand to the lieutenant’s face and used the confusion to get on top of him and hit him in the face with all the strength he had left. The lieutenant tried to wrestle him. Valeri hit him again. And again. And again until his face was cover in blood. Only the revolting sound of fist against flesh rang in his ears. Finally, when the lieutenant raised his hands in surrender, Valeri snapped back to reality. Panting and spitting blood, Valeri stumbled to the sand from the top of the man. There was a roaring applause from the Virénian side of the audience. He felt sick. Not only because of the pain in his stomach. For a moment he had felt like he was fighting for his life. He had almost killed that man. He was shaking, when he slowly got up to his feet. He offered his hand to the Angusian lieutenant, who had managed to sit up. For a moment the lieutenant hesitated. Then he took his arm and Valeri pulled him up as his comrades rushed to assist him. He knew. He had felt that Valeri had fought to kill. People gathered around Valeri. He didn’t see them, didn’t hear them. The touches of the faceless hands made him flinch. He wanted out, away. The Bear felt his mind fade. It watched as he stood motionless, face bloodied and stern, while the people around him joked and congratulated. No one noticed his distress. He moved passed them to his clothing and hung them on, unaware of himself. The Bear could only observe. Something human stirred in it. This child shouldn’t have been here. Someday he would find his way back home.

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Kintsugi

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“It may be broken, but that doesn’t mean that it’s not beautiful anymore.”

You had casually said that during a conversation with your good friend and crush, KAY/O.

What you didn't expect was for him to take it to his metaphorical heart, and to ask for your help in repairs after his next mission.

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It wasn’t until the main light in the laboratory was turned on that you realised you had been working on this project all night long. 

You winced while slowly turning to whoever entered the room, which was found to be Killjoy, clearly not expecting you to be still in your common workspace.

“Say…” The sentinel started, hesitant. “You didn’t spend your entire night here, ja ?” She continued, realisation daunting her.

“You already know the answer to that, don’t you ?” You replied, shrugging.

You couldn’t help the small smile creeping on your lips.

She said your name, berating.

“You know you can’t keep doing that ! If you need an upgrade so bad for your legs, you could ask us to help you,” She continued, walking quickly towards you.

You chuckled nervously.

“I know, I know. I just know what I want and how I want it, so it’s hard to ask for help,” You answered, awkwardly stepping to the side.

The noise of your current legs made you wince.

The agent seemed to soften at that, and she sighed.

“That’s alright, but please, take a break. Do you want me to get you your wheelchair ?” She asked, almost rhetorically since she was already going in the direction of it.

It was your turn to sigh.

You knew she didn’t mean to patronise you, but it still felt like it. 

“Yeah, I could use a break from walking,” You admitted, choosing not to say anything about the gesture.

It just wasn’t worth the battle.

Killjoy brought you your mobility aid, and once comfortably seated, you rolled yourself towards the lounge, already knowing you’d need a strong coffee to keep yourself awake for the day.

“Hello,” Greeted KAY/O, who got up from his armchair when he saw you. 

“Hi,” You replied, a small smile gracing your lips. 

Rolling over to the counters, you remembered that you put your favourite mug in the top counters and not in the ones under the table, and you sighed, cursing under your breath.

“Something wrong ?” The robot questioned, his voice coming from behind you.

Did you not hear him walk because you were so sleep deprived ?

“My mug is in one of the counters up top, and I would get it if my legs weren’t currently killing me,” You explained, your voice even despite the pain.

You were used to those, after all.

“Could you get the black one ?” You asked, turning to him to the best of your capabilities without turning your wheelchair.

“The one with the coding ?” He answered, meeting your gaze.

Or at least you thought he was doing that.

After your nod, he carefully navigated around you to get to the right cupboard, taking out the cup you were referring to.

You smiled, thankful.

“Thank you ! Now let’s brew some five something espresso shots…” You said, going over to the coffee machine.

“No sleep ?” He observed needlessly.

Brimstone was rubbing off him, you thought absentmindedly. 

“Yeah,” You confirmed nonchalantly.

“You know that’s not good for you,” He stated, and you could tell that he was still looking at you expectantly.

“Yeah,” You repeated yourself, pouring the first shot.

“Why do you keep doing it ?” 

You paused mid movement for a split second.

You didn’t mean to – human’s micro expressions and all – but you knew that he noticed.

“I don’t really see the time pass by when I’m focused,” You answered semi-honestly.

Silence filled the room.

For a while, only the coffee machine’s whirring would be the one filling the silence.

Finally, after what felt like ages, the initiator spoke again : 

“I see.”

And the silence was back.

Once your coffee was done, you decided to just chug it down in one go.

You didn’t have the patience – or the attention span – to continuously sip on it today.

When you met eyes with KAY/O again…

Well.

“Alright, what’s wrong ?” You questioned, wanting to have a confirmation on your inkling.

“You’ve been disregarding your health this week,” He observed, which made you chuckle dryly.

“What’s new ?” You broke eye contact.

“What’s wrong ?” He interrogated, suddenly very much closer than before.

You weren’t used to the robot being this much in your personal space.

He hardly was in anyone’s.

He always was the one to respect your personal space and to manage the fine balance between being concerned and wanting to help while not being patronising.

You’ve always loved that about him.

… You’ve always loved him, too, if you were honest. 

From the day you were admitted to the Protocol, to the day you lost your legs…

Which wasn’t as far back as you’d like it to be.

You knew that Sage could restore your limbs.

You still didn’t really know why you refused her offer.

Maybe it was because you lost them while protecting your teammates.

Or maybe it was because you wanted to use yourself as a guinea pig.

Whichever the reason, you stuck to it.

The sound of something shattering brought you out of your thoughts.

“Are you okay ?” The initiator questioned.

It took you a while to answer as you stared at your now broken mug.

“Yeah,” You finally answered, realising you’ve been silent for too long.

“Let me throw that away for you,” He announced, and you felt yourself panic.

“No it’s okay ! I can repair it, please don’t throw it away,” You rushed to say, your anxiety seeping through. 

He froze, slowly looking back up to you.

“Understood,” KAY/O replied, nodding. “Let me at least gather them together and make sure you don’t cut yourself handling the pieces,” He continued, resuming his actions, more carefully this time.

“While you do that, I am going to gather my tools,” You announced, slowly rolling back out of the kitchen to go to your room.

You didn’t linger in there however, as you just wanted to get the kintsugi kit that you’ve been meaning to try to use. 

Once that was acquired, you went back to the lounge, taking a place at one of the tables. 

Your robot friend then came next to you and gently put down the broken pieces of your mug.

And so, quietly, you went to work, slowly glueing the broken edges to make the cup whole again.

“What are you doing ?” KAY/O questioned, peeking over your shoulder.

“I’m fixing my mug,” You replied, giving him a brief glance before resuming your task.

Silence filled the air between the two of you until the robot spoke once again.

“Why are you colouring the cracks ? Don’t you want to hide how broken it is ?” He asked curiously, but you knew he also didn’t truly understand.

“It may be broken, but that doesn’t mean that it’s not beautiful anymore,” You said, your own voice feeling distant.

Was this why you didn’t want to get your limbs back ?

… You didn’t know. 

You weren’t sure if you wanted to find out, if you were honest. 

“Do you want any help ?” The initiator beside you spoke up, looking at your hands working on the task.

The proximity made your cheeks warm. 

“I’m fine, thank you. I kinda like doing it,” You admitted, your blush growing stronger.

If KAY/O noticed, he didn’t comment.

“Alright,” He simply acknowledged, not moving from his position.

You could feel his system’s gentle warmth radiating and heating up your body.

Your hands slightly shook due to just how nervous you were about the situation, forcing you to focus more on your task to avoid mishaps. 

Which was proving to be harder than it needed to be.

“Your hands are shaking,” The robot observed, turning his head towards you.

You knew he was studying you.

“And you’re very red,” He continued, just as matter of factly. 

How were you even supposed to answer that without giving yourself away ?

Thankfully, you were almost done with glueing the pieces back, only needing a few more minutes.

“I’m fine, don’t worry,” You replied, your voice somehow even. “I’m just in a bit more pain than normal.”

You cursed your voice wavering. 

You were not a good liar.

Probably sensing how uncomfortable you were with the topic, he dropped it.

“Be sure to take care of yourself,” He said, before looking once again at what you were doing.

You simply nodded, smiling to yourself.

He was just so caring.

A few days had passed since then, and you had made great progress with your new prosthetic legs…

However, you couldn’t say the same for your sleep.

You often found yourself waking up at your desk with a blanket on your shoulders.

You never got to find out who was your little caregiver, but you were glad they always got out of their way to do those small gestures.

You were trying out your new legs when the door to the laboratory opened.

Since your back was facing the entrance, you didn’t know who it was.

“Don’t mind me, I’m just trying out my legs and seeing if I need to do any changes. I may ask for your opinions later, though !” You said, assuming it was either Killjoy or Raze.

“How is that coming along ?” KAY/O’s voice answered you, making you jump slightly. 

You awkwardly turned to him, obviously not acclimated to your limbs. 

“It’s… Going. Hard to say if it’s any good until I finish my therapy…” You admitted, suddenly self-conscious.

He nodded, studying you.

“I came here to let you know to be ready in case of today’s mission going south,” He announced solemnly.

This made you pause.

He wanted you to repair him ?

Normally, he always asked Killjoy, since she was the best technician in the Protocol as well as the most familiar with his system.

Your bewilderment must’ve been clear on your face, since the robot continued : 

“I thought about what you said when you were repairing your mug,” He started explaining. “I don’t think it would hurt to try,” He continued after a pause, as if he was thinking on how to express himself.

You nodded slowly.

“Sure, but I hope I don’t have to repair you…” You accepted with a light chuckle. “Please try not to get hurt, alright ?” You asked, your worry seeping through your tone.

“Acknowledged,” He replied simply, which didn’t really help your anxiety.

You kept quiet about it, however.

“What’s the mission about ?” You questioned, curious.

“Just a regular mission ; we’re going in two. I just wanted to warn you,” He replied, already heading out.

Before you knew, KAY/O was already on the field.

So you prepared the laboratory, your anxiety too high for you to walk.

You got woken up abruptly by the sound of the door slamming open.

When did you fall asleep ?

More importantly, what was happening ?

Your confusion melted away as soon as you saw the state of your robot friend, instead you felt worry and panic flood in.

“Put him on the table, now,” You ordered, somehow keeping your emotions in check.

You assessed his state.

To say he was beaten down would be an understatement.

You were surprised he was still somewhat conscious, looking at you and holding your gaze.

“You’re a fucking idiot, you know that, right ?” You said, clearly upset as you did your best to weld the leaking systems.

He didn’t answer.

You didn’t know whether to feel relieved or panic even more. 

“Hey,” You said, talking to Brimstone and Breach, who were still in the room with you. “If you’re gonna stay and stare, at least help. Get me some fuel. It’s bright blue with a shift towards purple, you can’t miss it,” You ordered, not even looking at them. 

You immediately heard the men shuffling around. 

Your focus was now fully back on KAY/O, who was still barely responsive.

To say you were worried about your friend would be a massive understatement.

You were terrified.

But you also knew you had to keep your cool otherwise he’d lose his life. 

Repairing him wasn’t easy by far, but you managed to stabilise him. 

Once you had confirmed that he wasn’t in any danger of dying, you sighed in relief, getting to work with replacement parts for him.

But first, you connected him to his energy source, fueling him up while he was “sleeping”. 

When you were sure everything was done right, you turned your back from him and started working on replacing his missing limbs.

You lost track of time of how long you’ve been working on that stupid forearm. Somehow, the hand did not want to cooperate with you.

Thankfully, it wasn’t his dominant shooting hand, so you didn’t have to figure out how KAY/O’s technology worked.

You sighed, leaning back on the wheelchair while rubbing your face.

At this rate, he’d be unable to walk and have a missing arm for a while.

“How is it coming along ?” Your crush spoke up, breaking the silence which made you jump.

You definitely felt your heart skip a beat out of surprise. 

You turned to him once your adrenaline levels came down. 

“You scared me,” You confessed, still clearly shook. 

“Sorry,” He apologised, seemingly sheepish. He was now sitting on the table, observing you. 

 “But it’s… Well. I got your leg somewhat working,” You announced, glancing at said limb.

Repairing it was more of a pain than you’d had imagined.

“As for your arm… Well. It’s a bit of a different story,” You admitted, sheepish and ashamed.

“Can I try it ?” He asked, and you stared, bewildered.

Should you ?

“... Sure,” You shrugged, getting the leg on your lap and rolling to his direction.

Quietly, you handed it to him, allowing him to connect the leg by himself, since he knew how to do it better than you ever would.

He tried it out, moving his hands and bending his fingers.

“Does anything feel off ? Is there anything to fix ?” You questioned, alternating between looking at the arm and him, making sure that everything was at least looking fine.

“It feels fine to me, there may be some fine tuning to do,” He announced, looking at you curiously. “How about you ?” He suddenly enquired, which surprised you.

“Huh ?” You replied intelligently.

“Your legs. Did you get to work on them ?” 

You fell silent, looking away, before realising that you probably had to answer him, and you sighed.

“No, I was too busy with your arm and worrying about making it as perfect as possible that I… Didn’t find the time to do anything,” You said, not meeting his eyes.

He didn’t answer you immediately.

The silence stretched out, making you nervous.

Was he mad ?

Why would he be ?

You did promise to take care of him in case he got hurt during the mission.

“Why ?” He questioned, audibly confused.

“Because you asked me to take care of you,” You replied honestly. “On top of that, missing an arm is way more hindering than missing a leg,” You continued, shrugging.

“Don’t you miss walking ?” He retorted as you heard him shift.

“I do,” You answered, not sure where this conversation was going. “But y’know, some things are just more important than others,” You said, shrugging.

“So I am important to you,” He observed, matter of factly.

You couldn’t help the blush creeping on your cheeks.

“Yeah…” You confirmed, trailing off.

“Are you embarrassed about it ?” He asked, and was that… Worry that you heard in his tone ?

“No ! No, not at all,” You denied immediately, looking back at him. “This is nothing to be embarrassed about,” You continued, fully turning to him.

“Then why are you blushing ?” You froze.

It wasn’t the first time your cheeks went red in his presence, but he never asked why, or anything about it. 

“You keep doing so when I do specific things, and I’ve always wondered why. I’ve asked around but their answers didn’t make any sense,” He continued, bringing you out of your thoughts.

You didn’t want to confirm what you were thinking.

You knew what they said, and the fact that it didn’t make sense to him…

Was all that you needed to know about how he felt about you and your relationship.

It stung, but you were prepared for that.

“Yeah, sometimes humans don’t make sense,” You confirmed after realising that you didn’t answer.

“If your prosthetics are giving you so much trouble, why not ask sage to heal them back ?”

“Your guess is as good as mine, really,” You shrugged. 

He seemed to think for a moment, if you could trust the more intense whirring of his system.

The soft “hum” somehow managed to put your mind at ease.

“Are you projecting this “Kintsugi” thing onto yourself ?” He suddenly blurted, making you pause as your eyes widened.

Was this what was really happening ?

“I… Maybe ?” You said, confused yourself.

You felt KAY/O’s hand gently cup your cheek, making you look at him. 

He said your name firmly, as if he didn’t have your full attention already.

“You are genuinely the most beautiful human I’ve seen,” He admitted, and your cheeks flushed furiously. He wasn’t done, however. “Nothing will ever change that. No matter how broken you are, physically or otherwise.”

You didn’t know how somehow your face got even warmer, but it somehow did.

You were also at a loss for words, feeling yourself get emotional, your vision getting blurry.

The robot seemed genuinely surprised at your reaction, and clearly panicked a little bit. 

You knew he couldn’t handle human emotions very well, so you tried to keep yours in check, but some tears did escape your eyes.

He gently brushed them away, so tenderly it surprised you.

It was as if your feelings for him were reciprocated.

But that really couldn’t be, could it ?

“Sorry,” You apologised, a hollow chuckle escaping your lips.

“Don’t,” He replied, his tone so soft. 

You opened and closed your lips numerous times, not finding your words.

“I also have feelings I’m confused about, you know,” He blurted out of the blue. 

You perked up at that.

“How so ?” You enquired, curious.

He stayed quiet for a while, just staring at you.

“Mostly because of you, if I were honest,” He started, hesitant. “I have those… Urges, as you might call them, when I’m around you. And only then,” He continued, rubbing your cheekbone idly. “Doesn’t help that my feelings and mood are so much different when I interact with you,” He fell silent.

You felt hope filling your chest, butterflies in your stomach. 

But you needed a confirmation. 

“What do you mean ?” You pressed the matter, hating how your hope was reflected in your tone, your behaviour. He didn’t reply immediately. “What’s on your mind, KAY/O ?”

“This is going to sound ridiculous…” He mumbled, self-conscious. “But I think I like you,” He continued, tilting his head away ever so slightly.

You couldn’t find your words as your body froze, not knowing how to react to this confession.

The silence stretched out, and it was only when your… When the initiator called your name, you realised that you hadn’t answered him.

“I like you too, actually. I uh, I think I actually love you, and probably have done so since we met…” You admitted, not knowing why you were suddenly shy.

You stared at each other wordlessly, the tension palpable.

“Do I have the authorization to kiss you ?” He asked, oh so hesitant. 

The formality didn’t help his situation, but it did make you smile once you fully processed the request.

“Of course you can,” You confirmed, and you didn’t even have the time to speak another word that he went in for a kiss.

The feeling was different from human lips. It was way smoother, and somewhat warmer as well.

But you enjoyed that feeling.

You closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment, before your now lover parted from you, his face still very close to yours. 

“I think I might love you, too,” He announced, which made you chuckle.

[takusan-no-ai]

A Second Chance

PAIRING: Hajime x Male Reader (Platonic) (Fluff)

SUMMARY: (Y/N) is the ultimate normal student and the little brother of Junko. After Junko’s death, (Y/N) was able to escape his sister’s death game and go to the outside world. Doing so leads him to reuniting with his best friend, Hajime, who has now become Izuru Kamukura.

Somehow, Hopes Peak Academy felt that you being “normal” was enough of an ultimate talent. And in all seriousness, you were really normal; So normal that you’re neither an outcast nor popular, neither smart nor stupid, neither ugly nor drop dead gorgeous.

What Hopes Peak didn’t know however, was that you were not only related to Junko and Mukuro, but that you secretly had another talent, a talent masked by you being the ultimate normal student; you were the ultimate despair. Not out of choice, of course. Junko forced you just like she did Mukuro.

You were tasked to keep an eye on potential test subjects for the Izuru Kamukura Project, making sure to observe them from a distance and find out who’ll go through with the surgery. One of the students you stalked was Hajime Hinata, who was no different from the other reserve course students.

Too bad for you that you aren’t the ultimate ninja, because Hajime saw you stalking him almost immediately. Being Junko’s brother as well as an ultimate despair, she made it abundantly clear that nobody can know you’re both related nor what you’re up to.

So you had to lie and say that you’re also a reserve course student. Thankfully, being the ultimate normal student meant it was easy enough for you to blend in with the reserve course students.

Hajime was very cautious of you at first, your first impression leaving a bad feeling. The school was pressuring him eagerly into going through with the surgery, so you decided to befriend him in case he did, as collateral.

He does eventually grow to trust you, more so than the ultimates. Turns out you and Hajime have quite a bit in common and pretty soon, you became friends. This put a heavy guilt on your shoulders, not wanting to betray your friend for a sister that never bothered to care for anyone, even herself.

But you couldn’t tell him. Not without risking his life. Junko predicted something like this might happen, so she had Mukuro follow you to keep tabs on what you say. You had to keep quite for Hajime’s sake, but that very same protection you gave him led to his demise. Without any clear reason to never become Izuru, Hajime underwent the procedure and he no longer existed.

Izuru no longer held the same emotions that Hajime did. At least, that’s why you thought at first. But you saw him shed some tears as he looked at Chiaki’s dead body. And he acted with an uncertain familiarity when around you. Even Izuru was confused, and he liked that confusion. Finally something that wasn’t predictable.

Of course, that only lasted for a bit. He eventually made the connection that he must’ve been friends with you before he became Izuru. However, that didn’t stop him from enjoying your presence. It was similar to Chiaki’s; he didn’t quite understand his emotions but he knew they were important.

Things proceeded as planned, the world was in anarchy and Junko had finally started her killing game. But as soon as it started, you already wanted out of it. She killed Mukuro in cold blood without hesitation, she even made a joke during it. That was the moment your eyes opened. That was the moment you realized you were safer out of the school than in it.

But you couldn’t defeat her. You hated her with every fiber of your being, but she was the ultimate analyst. What are the chances she prepared for an uprising? Too high. So you pleaded with her to let you leave and spread more despair outside with the remnants and warriors of hope. And, surprisingly, she let you go. Even Junko didn’t know why herself, but she believed it had something to do with her being bored.

After spending enough time outside you finally ran back into Izuru, who had been waiting outside of the school. He didn’t say anything to you. He just gave you a piece of paper. On it was instructions of how to pretend to be a remnant of despair so that you could help end this world riddled with it.

You didn’t quite understand at the time, what he meant by all that. Of course, that was until the Future Foundation picked up a certain set of students from Hopes Peak’s door.

- Fin

[autumnpeaches]

and now i see daylight. | travis hackett x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: After surviving until dawn six years ago, you’d never imagine having to survive another monstrous event… until now. You’re heading to Hackett’s Quarry this summer to be a counselor with two of your newest friends, only you don’t make it right away to camp like you thought you would.

TW: canon typical violence??

TAGS: multi-chapter fic :), slight slow burn???, strangers to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, age difference, older man/ younger woman, slight references to until dawn, slight mention of until dawn characters  

PROLOGUE  CHAPTER II

CHAPTER I (LINK TO AO3)

23:50 | JUNE 24 — ROUTE 919

Max and Laura were nice enough to let you carpool with them. Despite your age, you have yet to own a car, usually relying on public transportation to get around.

Sitting in the backseat, your head rested against the window as you observed your surroundings. Max had been driving for almost the whole day now since Laura decided that she wanted to arrive at camp early by a day to scope out the area, which… wasn’t a bad idea, but also wasn’t the best considering that it’s nearly midnight.

The three of you were severely lost and all you could see ahead of you were just trees going on for miles and miles.

The full moon above you felt threatening, emphasizing the fact that you guys were driving in the dead of night. The moon was full that night six years ago too.

Suddenly, you felt the skin on your face prickle in pain. Letting out a hiss, your hands moved to massage your face.

Although your scars had fully healed, sometimes, you’d feel a sting sensation across your face. Phantom pains. Massaging your face helped to soothe it, but when that didn’t work, you relied on your meds. Nothing too expensive, just some over the counter medicine, like tylenol or advil.

Laura turned around to face you, “You okay?”

You gave her a tight-lipped smile, “Yeah, yeah. Just the phantom pains. I’ll take some meds if I need to.”

She gives you a quick nod, turning back to the front to turn off the music. Max glanced at Laura before returning his attention to the road.

“Why’d you kill the music?” he asked.

“I think you know why,” she says.

Max lets out a confused laugh, “Uhm, I don’t think I do—”

Seeing that Max wasn’t getting the point, Laura generously gives him a hint. “It begins with an ‘L’? Like the ‘L’ word?”

Max stares blankly at the road ahead, turning to look at Laura for a moment, “Lesbians??”

Snorting, you fixed your posture as you exclaimed, “Oh my god, Max, we’re fucking lost!”

Max narrowed his eyes at the rearview mirror, “We’re not lost! We’re just… we’re in geographic flux!”

My god!!

Laura rolls her eyes, “Right. So.. lost.”

Max tilts his head slightly in disagreement. “That’s debatable.”

Sighing, you lean back into your seat as the two begin their squabble. The car bounces from time to time as Max drives over some bumps in the road.

As you looked over to the other side of the window, your eyes caught sight of Laura’s backpack, which was laying right next to you in the seat over. There were two folded papers sticking out of the packet: the leaflet containing information of the camp and… the map!

“A-ha!!”

At the sound of your triumphant yell, the two paused. The sound of the map rustling as you unfolded it made Max glanced at the rearview mirror for a second, “Did you find something?”

You wiggled your eyebrows and grinned as Laura turned back to look at you. “The supposed answer to our current problem on being lost!!”

Lifting both your hands, you revealed the map with a little, dramatic shake. “I present!! The map!!!”

You offered the map to Laura, who took it while asking, “Did you take a look at it yet?”

“Pfft, yeah, but I don’t think I have the best coordination skills. I tried figuring out where we are, but that’s kinda hard to do when there’s no signs around, and we’re literally in the middle of nowhere surrounded by billions of trees.”

Max lets out a breathy chuckle, “Yeah.”

As Laura takes a minute to herself to examine the map, Max turns his head to glance at it too, only… the glance turns into a staredown.

Max breaks focus when you shout at him to keep his eyes on the road.

A loud gasp slips from your mouth as he yells out in surprise.

The three of you spot something on the road. The car is near to hitting it, and Max swerves the car to avoid it.

Of course, this action does not come without consequences. The harsh swerve makes Max lose control of the car for a bit, swerving through the opposite lane. A loud crash could be heard as the car wrecks through the fence that separates the road from the woods.

The swerve also makes you hit your head on the window, and you lose consciousness for a moment.

Only when the car finally comes to a stop does Max and Laura notice your lack of voice. Upon noticing you passed out, Laura quickly jumps out to go check on you. Max climbs out a second later, standing behind her as she opens the car door to where you sat.

Her hands lightly shake your shoulders, yelling your name in multiple attempts to wake you up. That seemed to do the trick as your face grimaces. Eyes slowly opening, you blink at her groggily.

“Are you okay?!” Laura exclaims. The couple stare at you with concerned expressions, waiting for you to reply.

“Yeah, yeah… I think I’m okay,” you reply, nodding steadily as you move to exit the car. You let out a sigh as you took a look at your surroundings. Trees for fucking days.

“Did you guys happen to see what we almost hit???” The two shook their heads.

“Okay… okay… Are you guys okay??? Is the car okay???”

Max walked over to the front of the car as he replied, “Yeah. We’re both okay… Like Laura said earlier, still in one piece, right?”

You made a noncommittal noise, “I guess.”

Max grumbled, a frown upon his face as he examined the hood of the vehicle. “I really F’d this car up.”

Walking over, you stood next to him to take a look at the car as well. “I think it looks worse than it is,” you offered. “Maybe you should check the damage before we try starting up the car again?”

Max gave a nod,  “Yeah, yeah… you’re right. My mom’s gonna kill me though.” Turning in Laura’s direction, he shouted, “Hey, hun! Can you get my tools from the trunk?”

Laura gave him two thumbs up, “Yeah, sure!” Quick with her hands and feet, Laura was in the front with you guys within a minute, phone in hand with the light on.

Max shot her a smile, “Thanks, hun.” Laura smiled back, “Yeah. Do you need a hand?”

“Yeah, actually. If you could just shine a light right here…” Max gestures to the spot, and Laura shines the light towards that area.

She turns her head for a moment to glimpse deeper into the woods. “The sooner we get out of here the better.”

You nod as you move to stand next to Laura, “I completely agree. The three of us alone in the middle of the creep ass woods at night is kinda freaky.”

Max pauses his work for a moment to grin at you, “Didn’t know you were into threesomes.”

Laura and Max break into a small fit of laughter, the smack to your forehead rings loud and clear as you facepalm, grumbling to yourself.

As Max returns to fixing up the car, a rustling from the side catches both yours and Laura’s attention. She turns her light towards the direction of the noise right as you hear a whisper, “Silas.”

Was that a… woman?

The two of you turned to look at each other. “Did you—?” Laura nods, “Yeah.”

She speedwalks off to the right to see if there might be anything or anyone out there. You follow in suit, Max noticing your disappearances a second later. “Where are you two going?”

While you stop yourself from walking any further away, Laura continues, slowing just slightly to reply as she waves a hand to indicate where she’s heading, “Just, over here…” You can see the worried expression forming on Max as he shouts to her, “Just… stay there for a second okay? I’m almost done!”

You head over to Laura, who pauses only for a short moment before she shouts back at him impatiently, “My god, Max. Hurry up!” He relents on fixing up the car for a short moment, and heads over to meet the both of you. “What’s going on?”

“I’m worried that there’s somebody down there,” Laura explains.

Max raises his eyebrows at her. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah— they could be hurt. I don’t know.”

“I didn’t think we actually hit anyone…”

“Well I don’t know… I just— I heard something, okay. It sounded like… a woman.”

Nodding, you chimed in, “Yeah, I heard it too.”

“Do you think we hit her?” Max asked nervously.

Laura shrugs, “I don’t know… I just want to check it out… Just in case.” Turning, she headed towards what seems to be a small ledge in the woods.

Max follows closely behind, helping her climb down. “Okay. Alright. Just don’t go too far, okay? Be careful.”

You give him a pat on the shoulder, “Don’t worry Max, I’ve got her. Good luck with the car.”

He nods in thanks, helping you down. “You be careful too.”

Winking at him, you tell him that you’re always careful before you turn to go catch up with Laura, who’s already gone ahead of you. “Hey, wait up!”

[cutiedwaekki]

GOING CRAZY

when both are so in love with each other that they go beyong the limits without knowing the other do the same

Or more like a yandere x yandere

Warning : this fic content weight gain content , mention of killing, obssessive behaviour

Honestly i'm not proud of this one , i love the idea but i didn't know how to turn it out so my bad if you don't like it ! Tell me your impressions in comment i'll be glad to hear it ^^

Btw check up my ao3 i'm now starting to post my fics also there :D

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Have you ever felt in love at least once in your life? In love to the point of wanting to give everything for that person? In love to the point of being able to commit the worst just to have that person look at you?

If so, you should understand Felix's feelings. He worked from home as a translator of English books and translated them into Korean to make them accessible to everyone.

Spending almost every day at his home allowed two important things:

Number one: he could stay in his pajamas or underpants all day long and get up at the time he wanted (he tried to defend the fact that he was not the typical gamer but unfortunately he checked all the boxes)

Number two: spend his days watching from the window of his living room his handsome and seductive neighbor Seo Changbin.

Let's face it, Felix had fallen under the charm of the brunette, he liked everything about him. His muscles giving him an impressive and tall build, his curly hair that he often hid under a cap or a bob, the little laugh he had when he teased someone. In short, he really liked everything about himself....

He even liked it a little too much ...

Let's just say that he sometimes did things that bordered on morality or even on legality just to observe him from afar or to get to know him better. He justified this mostly by shyness and his fear of approaching him as if following him around and threatening the least person he spoke to was simple shyness.

But until now he had never gone that far...

He had seen the brunette leave early this morning, leaving the blonde the opportunity to infiltrate his home with his material in hand. His goal? Enter his house and visit his house. He saw from far the warm light that emanated from the living room, sometimes he also saw his room but since he installed curtains he sees almost nothing so it was the opportunity to see what was missing right?

He had watched dozens of tutorials on youtube to learn how to pick a lock and had even bought the necessary adhesives!

- "Huh...why is it so complicated?! The videos showed that it was simple though" he cried before miraculously the door was unlocked allowing him access to the oldest house.

He slowly entered the room and looked at it with admiration as if it were a masterpiece. He knew that the poor brunette was a busy music producer and it showed in the look of her untidy living room, although compared to the house he had inherited from his parents, his was more like a pigsty than anything else. He chuckled as he decided to do the housework for himself, picking up the sheets of paper on the floor to organize them and put them on the coffee table. And then picking up the many food wrappers scattered throughout his living room. It's crazy how a gym rat like him could be addicted to junk food! But now that Felix thought about it, he was sure he had noticed that Changbin had recently put on a lot of weight, his hips were much wider and no talking aboit his butt that he kept staring for afar , enough to notice how he started to waddle with all those fat he was caring and although he was wearing oversized tops, the Australian could definitely make out a soft belly pushing against the fabric or his chest that no longer look like a muscled or tone one but more line a women B cup chest.

-"Oh my little dwaekki ~ you're only getting more beautiful by the day, I'm going to have to start taking care of you soon" he hummed before traveling to the equally messy kitchen to find more and more junk food, but at least the dishes were done "You're filling up like a little piggy, aren't you? No wonder you're getting fatso quickly" he added before chuckling and inspecting his fridge which although it contained, he even allowed himself to take a small box of strawberry milk which he sipped as he went upstairs with a feline walk.

He quickly came upon his room which he inspected from top to bottom without forgetting to take from his dirty laundry basket one of his sweaters whose smell he sniffed like his beloved. "It's like you're hugging me," Felixen added, hugging the piece of cloth to himself before walking over to his desk and finding a small black notebook that he decided to inspect out of curiosity. It was like a kind of diary except that here it listed the weight gain of the brunette which seemed quite voluntary. The first two pages were happily glued together so he couldn't read the beginning but the rest was still funny.

It kept daily records of the weight, measurements and calories consumed by the brunette, sometimes accompanied by a few photos of her bare chest to show the evolution (which he did not hesitate to take one or two for his future solitary pleasures). Ir was so cute to see how his tummy started to hang out from his pant , my god if he keep continues to read one more sentence from this notebook , Felix will definitly need some help down here.

So after closing the book a bit dazed , Felix hung around Changbin's place for a long time before going home proud of everything he had recovered from the brunette.

And if only he knew that during this time across the street someone had broken into his house, that someone had also cleaned his living room, nibbled on the few brownies on a plate in the kitchen table and waddled over to his bedroom to take a nap in his bed. Pretty similar, right?

Have you ever hurt someone for love? Hit a guy who was a little clingy with your crush? Or intoxicated the meal of that neighbor who was a little too intrusive in your crush's life?

If so then you'll understand Changbin'q feelings

He'd had this huge crush on Felix ever since the redhead moved in, ever since he rang his doorbell with a plate full of brownies to make a good impression on the neighborhood.

He loved everything about him. His angelic smile, his attire, his deep voice, his slim body. When he found out that he was translating books, he just checked out the books that Felix had translated, and when he was in the studio with Chan, he sometimes asked him to teach him English or Australian slang.

But one day he had made a great discovery... It was a day like any other, a thursday afternoon when Fleix had gone shopping, giving the brunette about 45 minutes to infiltrate the blond's garden and with a router with access to his internet history in order to discover if the little sunshine was as pure as he looked. He discovered a great passion for the group twice, tutorials to learn dances, makeup tutorials but especially a lot of videos around the content feederism and related to weight gain.

He smiled that day when he discovered that his beloved loved fat boys and that's when he thought that he might have a chance. For a few years since he had started to build muscle, he had been looking for a way not to be thin, he was advised to build muscle and that's what he did but on the other hand he liked to eat too much so that at 25 years old he had a body covered with both muscle and fat. Maybe if he stopped going to the gym and ate a little more, he would become beautiful in Felix's eyes?

That's when he decided to take a notebook and write down all his accomplishments. It's a pity that Felix didn't take the first pages when it was written in big letters "WEIGHT GAIN DIARY FOR SEDUCING FELIX ♡♡♡".

In fact, he hadn't even noticed the brunette lying on his bed as he seemed to fall into a semi-food coma after indulging earlier in bulgogi with his friends. He was so full he could barely stand, yet he continued to nibble on Felix's brownies, which were his second obsession after his sunshine. He didn't even notice the crumbs he was leaving...

And he didn't even bother to wake up until Felix returned...

Speaking of Felix, here he was coming in.

He was surprised to see his living room tidy when he was sure he hadn't touched anything. The surprising thing was the little crumbs of what appeared to be brownies that seemed to form a path to the floor.

So equipped with a knife to defend himself, Felix climbed calmly as he suddenly became stressed. As he approached, he heard a faint but loud noise as if someone was firing a trunk gun, still freaking out the blond. But once he entered his room his pressure was quickly relieved when he saw that it was only Changbin sleeping on his bed. The sounds were only him snoring softly. Despite this Felix could not contain his joy at the sight of this scene, his belly was exposed as it seemed the oldest one had outgrown his shirt.

- "So you're in love with me too? Oh Binnie you don't know how this fills me with joy" he whispered before caressing her cheek before kissing her and adding in a semi inaudible voice "I promise you that you won't run away from here" before giggling and wooing the brunette before going downstairs in the direction of the kitchen assuming that when he woke up, Changbin would be a little hungry.

And he was right, although before thinking about his appetite, which had made him gain such a big and wide belly that rested on his thick thighs, he had to realize that he was locked in Felix's house and at the sight of the noise and the delicious smell of chicken, the blond man had returned.

His heart suddenly began to beat wildly as he thought of a way to get out without alerting Felix. He had thought about going out the window but a quick glance at his stomach and ass made him realize that it was not a good option. But he had no other choice so he opened the window and was about to do so when the door of the room suddenly opened leaving Felix in a yellow apron with a very full tray in his arms.

-" Jagi what were you trying to do?" The blond man shouted in amusement, leaving a confused Changbin to face him.

- "J-Jagi?" he repeated, "What's wrong with that? Would you like me to call you something else? I also have, my love, sweetie, honey, Binnie, hyungie-" "No no Jagi is fine I'm just... confused" he cut off, standing by the now wide open window.

- "About what? I should be the one surprised to run into my hot neighbor sleeping in my bed! So either we play this scenario for a long time or you let me feed you all the good food I've prepared for you" Felix smiled widely letting all the love he carried at that moment for the brunette who had his heart beat so fast this time for the blond before aquiesser to sit on the bed as if he was bewitched by him.

-"Well, good dwaekki ~ good thing I got there in time, you could have been hurt really bad trying to get out you know? I think my window is way too small for you" the blond added with a pout as he took a piece of chicken and gave it to Changbin who didn't hesitate to bite and chew hapily. He was quite amused by his words, so it was the window that was too small and not him who was too fat with his 118 kilos of muscle but also definitly pure fat.

-"You're right, I could have missed a very good service by the best maid" he teased, making the main man concerned gape and blush and hide his blushing cheek with one hand while continuing to feed the brunette "Stop or I'll make the front door too small for you" he threatened in a tender voice, although deep down the two young men were not against the idea

Besides, the meal was done calmly and for the first time they talked as a normal conversation would be done when they met in the house of the other.

In the end, their obsession with each other had driven them into each other's arms and before they could even say it out loud, they were already owned by each other.

And then finally after a few years, they lived a perfect life as a couple, well definitely out of the norm but perfect for them. Felix was managing his work from home, the housekeeping and a husband who was too greedy to go around the house to find where his "adorable and precious Boki" had hidden his package of chocolate filled cakes.

In just three years, Changbin's weight had doubled dramatically, his whole body was covered with fat that hung and shook with every step he took. He waddled with every step he took, having to support the weight of his rear end, which was getting heavier every day, not to mention his gut, which made a good pillow or sofa for his beloved Felix.

But he had succeeded, he had made him too big for the front door, and then the day he saw him come out and turn to the side, He had not ceased to praise him for "letting himself get so fat" while the brunette only said in a romantic tone "I did it so that I wouldn't have any reason to stay away from you" when the main reason was that he couldn't resist his food, he was far too greedy for that.

With the years he knew how to be less violent with those who approached Felix but he remained nevertheless sticking to him while Felix allowed himself some acts of violence towards those who treated his Binnie badly so beware because Felix would be able to kill for the love of his Binnie!

[glaivegirl]

silly as it is, as bad as my whiskers are, it surpised me how much of a girl i saw when i was reaching over

maybe its just the tits and the shawl, but i felt my face, even though i honestly hate the angle

but for mere glimpses i see her, just naturally, not like when i pose, i see her living and candid

i see her more and more

its incredible

sometimes i can stare straight at her, and she cant escape, she moves and changes angles but she never goes away

that is like staring into the sun

i would know, ive loved doing that since childhood

but this is like staring into the sun but i dont feel any pain and i dont see worse after, i see so much better, like not literally, its like my outlook is better, everything is better

and i can only sometimes do that, but at this point in my life, thats okay, its not, but i can bear it

i could bare anything for that girl in the mirror who stays there, she looks like her, and i can bear this brutal hardship and this desolate heartbreak

i know, i know, i really not only know, but i believe in what i learned so long ago on tumblr and reddit and in books at the faggy cafe

i know that she's going to be real enough to stay real, she'll be a regular sight

i could paint my first real glimpse of her from memory if i live to be 100 and get beated in the head every day, tragically reducing the odds of success (gotta avoid too much head trauma)

but i will one day see her every day, i almost do now, but only bc im unemployed and i know what she likes and can easily draw her out by indulging her favorite things (which i like, too)

but one day i will live in synch with her, possibly until death, a committment im overjoyed to make and keep and work towards, and one day she will be there, in banal glimpses, and serving

i cant kill myself, i decided these past few weeks

i dont think it would align with my personal code of ethics and morals i learned from Innate Human Intuitive Knowledge (as a child my mind wandered so crazy hard you would not believe how far and how byzantine) and also from observing nature and finding peace within myself

i dont think itd be just, or fair, for her to have had less time than him, so i cant morally kill myself until im at least 52 or 54, having given the girl as much time to live as the boything, were gonna hash it out to that, and not litigate this any further, okay?

i got no patience to be nonbinary for like a decade for no reason, although now that im picturing it, like, honestly, cunt, so potentially 78, but i am not interested in seeing what irritating problems plague my brutalized body in that stage of decline

i am not built to survive, but also my family has a weird habit of living to like 100+ so this might all be cope, or some kind of bargain-bin suicidality

well, hope i remember this in therapy, which i never can. happy to have told a few of you, this is ironclad logic though, 52 is honestly the perfect age to kill myself

[whoreforfiction93]

Hero Fiennes-Tiffin x Y/N

Pt. 1

What happens when you catch the eye of college hottie "bad boy" Hero? Fun times, fluff, and frustration.

First day of college was beyond stressful. That's why when your friend said he was going to a party and invited you, you said yes. Hopefully you could dance and let everything melt away. Maybe even make a couple of friends.

There was a loud knock on your dorm door. You opened it to find your best friend. "Damn, Y/N. If we weren't best friends and I wasn't gay. I'd tap it."

You giggled. "Parker, you are already tipsy aren't you?"

"Maybe just a tiny bit. I had to get the party started." He plopped down on your bed. "You almost finished?"

"Yeah. Just let me grab my blazer."

"Hold right there. I must get a picture."

"My gosh, you're hot." Parker grabbed your arm, dragging you behind him. "Lets party."

You pulled up to the mansion. It was some rich college kids parents house. The party was booming and kids were already laying on the front lawn drunk off their ass. It was only ten but still too early to be that plastered. You weren't a big drinker though.

You and Parker were walking up the steps to head inside when some guy bumped into Parker. He looked Parker up and down then grinned. Parker didn't even look at me. "Girl, I got to go."

I sighed. "You do you Parker. Catch you later."

Parker took the tall and handsome guys hand and took off. You love how open Parker was. He didn't judge. He was one of the most sweetest souls. Which made you hate how people especially his parents treated him.

There were so many people. Yet the mansion was still big enough to have some room. You made your way into the kitchen to get a drink. There was no way you were getting a drink from some frat guy.

You poured a drink and stood there observing your surroundings. A girl came running in the kitchen, giggling like crazy. Some other girl following her. "I can't believe he is here alone. He should have brought me. I know we broke up last semester but we always come together."

"At least he isn't with some other girl."

She flicked her hair over her shoulder, her hair almost getting into my drink. "Gosh. Could you believe it? She'd never be as good as me."

Wow. Some girls are too much. This is why you preferred Parker. Yes he was gay and feminine. But he wasn't bitchy or mean. You kept your ear on their conversation. The poor girl listening to her friend looked miserable. Like she wanted to escape. You didn't blame her.

It was time to make your way into the living room. Bonus that it got you away from miss bitch herself. There was a game going on the couches. Everyone was laughing. Except one. He was beautiful. Tousled brown hair and green eyes.

You sat opposite of him, keeping an eye on him. You tried not to be so obvious. Everyone was laughing but he'd only smirk. He intrigued you. He looked out of place yet in place.

Before you could look away, he caught you looking at him. He grinned and you grinned back. You were a bit shy but still could hold your own. So, you waved at him as well. He smirked and looked away. Gosh those dimples could kill.

The girl standing up decided that the group should play suck and blow. It was simple. You suck on a card and try to pass it to the other person without it dropping from both lips. Seemed easy enough. Right?

"Hey, you." The girl grinned and came taking you over by the green eyed boy. "Stand here."

You didn't argue with her. You looked over and gave a small smile to the boy. He gave one back. You felt like there was a fire surrounding you. You felt nervous and giddy.

"Okay, I'll start and pass it to my right. Ready Hero." She grinned.

The guy next to you chuckled. "Yeah."

She hit him playfully. "You better not drop it."

She started, sucking the card and passing it to Hero. After Hero, it would be you. You really hoped it wouldn't drop. You took a deep breath and saw that Hero didn't drop the card and was turning towards you. You were starting to panic but leaned in to take it.

Instead of cold paper meeting your lips. It was soft and warm. You realized that Hero dropped the card and had kissed you. You didn't know what to do. Parker said when in panic, just do. So, you did. You kissed Hero. A guy you didn't even know. What the fuck!

The girl laughed. "Okay. I think that's enough Hero."

He pulled back and looked at you. He didn't grin. He looked confused. Maybe? Or was it disgust? You didn't have a chance to ask when he just walked away. You felt defeated but someone grabbed you and pulled you along with them before you could think what else to do.

When you turned around, it was Parker. "Are you okay sweets?"

"I don't know Parker. I have no clue what that was."

"That was pure tension. Did you know Hero?"

"No. I don't know anyone here but you Parker. Do you?"

"Of course. I always do my homework. He is one of the bad boys here on and around campus. He looks innocent but he is not. Breaking hearts cause he won't be serious with anyone. Y/N, stay away from him."

You touched your lips. "I will."

1st Day of School:

You couldn't sleep last night. You came back from the party early after what happened. At least you wouldn't be late for your classes. You got up early and headed out the door. It was chilly out this morning. Just what you needed cold weather to a guy that kissed you with a cold heart.

At least in English class you could escape in a different world. Forget all about last night. Maybe you should have stayed home like you were going to. Fucking Parker.

You sat somewhat in the back of class. It wasn't that you didn't mind sitting in front. It was just this way, you'd be by the door just in case you needed an escape route.

You hadn't realized you sat by the girl from last night until she squealed in your ear. "Oh my God, you were at the party last night. I can't believe Hero done that."

"So, he doesn't go around kissing random girls?"

"You're funny. We can be friends. How about you come with me to lunch later." She grabbed her notebook out of her bag. "Oh and no, he doesn't. People always think he breaks hearts but they couldn't be more wrong."

You nodded and focused on the rest of class. At least you tried. You couldn't wrap your head around what she said and what happened last night. Maybe you should just forget about the whole thing. It doesn't mean anything anyways.

The girl from last night, Ally, gave you her number so you two could get together for lunch. She seemed really sweet and spacey. She got so excited about classes and being able to crack a new book open. Smart and fun.

English, reading, and history was a breeze. But you were dreading math. Thank god Parker would be in the same class. He had always tutored you. You found him sitting at the front like the studious boy he is. He always preferred front row. He said how could you learn from sitting all the way in the back.

"How are you doing sweets?" He gave me a hug.

"I'm good. Glad this day is almost over with. I was going to have lunch with Ally. But she said rain check for tonight for a small get together. Want to come?"

"Always. Now pay attention."

I giggled. Parker always took his classes so seriously. You loved it. The bell rang before you knew it. Parker headed out before you. The professor had told you to stay back. So you sat and waited.

When the class was empty. Professor Rit called you to his desk. "Y/N, I heard from the dean that you usually have some problems with math. If you'd like I can tutor you after classes."

He had got up and came closer to you. Too much for your liking. "Uh, it's okay. Parker always helps me with math."

He put his hand on your shoulder. Way too close for comfort. "Are you sure? I feel like you'd learn better with me. I am the professor."

Before I could say anything, Hero was pulling me away. "Sorry, professor, it's really important."

I couldn't say anything. I just let him pull me away with him. I could have hugged him from saving me from that horror. Once we were out the building be let me go.

"See you around." He walked off.

Just like that, he had kissed me and saved me. Then he just walks away. You were beyond confused. You hurried to your car to get back to the dorms. You just wanted to be far away from people.

[midorishinji]

Disappearing act - chapter XIV

Geto observed her more carefully, trying to decide whether she was being serious or not. — Killing non-sorcerers? — It's an option, but I don't take it seriously. Do you? — Yuki pressed him with a loaded question. Suguru Geto thought of them all — Shoko, Nanami, Haibara, Riko, Kuroi, his parents, Satoru — and his chest filled with an unbearable pain, but also an incredibly monumental love, so much that it felt like it would stretch and burst at the seams of his heart that could not contain it. He thought of his father again, reading him "Night on the Galactic Railroad" when he was young, and he thought of Satoru reading his own copy now during his leisure nights. He thought of Giovanni and Campanella, and of the Scorpio of the night sky, and of the nobility of sacrifice, of setting yourself on fire to warm the world.

Satosugu ｜Finalized｜Long fic｜Also being published in Portuguese and on AO3

Chapters: I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII - VIII - IX - X - XI - XII - XIII - XIV - XV - XVI - XVII

Chapter XIV: for jealousy dislikes the world to know it

Movie night ended after “Silence of the Lambs”, everyone sleeping on the sofas in the common room. Everyone except for Suguru Geto. Satoru slept on his shoulder, breathing calmly and deeply in peaceful sleep, since almost half an hour ago; Nanami and Haibara had already fallen into a deep sleep a long time ago, and even Shoko gave up after the end of the film she had chosen, hugging a pillow after her late-night snack. Suguru was the only one who couldn't sleep, his body paralyzed as he tried not to move so as not to wake Gojo, his mind racing with thoughts that chased away any possibility of rest.

The question Satoru had asked still haunted him: what about you, have you ever fallen in love with someone?

Before that, he would have said no. It would be an easy question to answer, actually: before entering high school, he didn't have much interest in crushes, worrying about less urgent matters and more typical subjects for the immaturity of elementary school boys; and after it, well, a jujutsu sorcerer doesn’t have time for such things, and he was no exception. Mission after mission, and his free time was spent with his classmates, as it had been that night; he didn't have the time or inclination to meet other people outside this circle. The big question is that, when Satoru Gojo asked that fateful question that night, his first instinct was to answer “yes” when he saw the image of a familiar face in his mind.

A petulant face, with a wide smile always present, partially hidden by sunglasses with round lenses so dark that it was barely possible to see what was behind them. A face with intensely blue eyes, like two kaleidoscopes containing all the shades of blue ever invented by humanity, a color that until recently would not have stood out for him at all, but over time had gradually become Suguru’s favorite. A face with light, delicate eyelashes and eternally messy hair like someone who has just woken up.

He could have dismissed this idea if it was just the image of that face at the time of the question, but when Satoru asked him in such a direct way, he didn't just think of a static face, like a photograph, he also thought of his loud laughter, and of his confident attitude, and of the bad jokes and puns he made; he thought about the bad habits like eating like an unsupervised child, or spending all of his money on others even when he couldn’t or shouldn’t, and his tendency to self-sacrifice that bordered on insanity. Suguru also remembered the generosity, the altruism, the strength of conviction he had. In an instant, flashes of all the memories they had over the years came through his head: their first missions, all the times they went to the movies together, all the meals they shared, and the arguments whenever they disagreed on something (which never lasted long), all the crazy plans they managed to execute, and how Satoru always slept better when he was around.

Suguru came to a conclusion that he could never escape from again, that he was in love with Satoru Gojo. Accepting this truth made all the other pieces fall into place: the sudden jealousy he had felt upon learning that he and Utahime were watching romantic movies together without him knowing; the unpleasant surprise when Satoru decided to announce that he would adopt Megumi in the most bizarre way possible by saying that he was going to be a father, because the shadow of another person with whom he would have to share him made Suguru feel an emptiness that was difficult to explain; all the times he had given in to his wishes with immeasurable pleasure, because making him happy was more important than anything else; when he worried about his terrible diet and sleep habits, because he wanted to see him well, happy and healthy; and when he was about to throw himself over an abyss with no return, on that damned mission in the village, and only Satoru was able to make him come back to himself, to his principles, to his truth.

Geto closed his eyes, trying to sleep. It was useless, with his heart beating so fast it could jump out of his chest at any minute. Still, he tried, until he finally succeeded after getting distracted by Satoru mumbling something about Digimon, and lemon tarts, which made him smile.

(...)

Suguru woke up the next morning feeling exhausted, awakened by the flash of a camera in his face. Closing his eyes and trying to protect himself with one hand, he gradually got used to the light, still irritated. — What…? — he tried to ask, confused.

Satoru Gojo, with a camera in hand, seemed to be amused by his reaction. — Suguru, you look so funny when you sleep…! You sleep with your mouth open like this, see… — he said, imitating him and looking like a zombie in comparison.

— Why did you take my picture? — Geto asked, getting up from the sofa. He had been the last to wake up that Saturday morning. His neck hurt from having spent most of the night in an uncomfortable position.

— For us to remember. — Gojo replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, putting the camera in his pants pocket — You slept a lot, huh... Everyone's already up. Shoko wanted to test whether you are a heavy sleeper or not and wanted me to draw on your face, but I know that you are a light sleeper, and that if you woke up you would probably kill me. Did you see how nice I am? You could have woken up with a mustache on your face, or…

Suguru interrupted him, knowing exactly what kind of art he had in mind. — Let's have breakfast.

Shoko is not normally the type of person who would have the impulse to test this type of theory, at least not without the seed being planted by someone else; and who knows who would give her such an idea, maybe a person who is tremendously immature and who thought it would be fun to teach children swear words (and then act surprised when Megumi Fushiguro answered with “fuck it” to a question). I can't believe I'm in love with this idiot, Geto thought, surprising himself at how naturally the idea came to him. What he didn't notice was that his face became tense at the thought.

— Suguru, what happened? You look like you’ve been punched just now... — Gojo said, and then making a dramatic expression of surprise — Wait a minute... Do you by any chance need to... Answer to nature’s call?

Geto groaned in irritation. — No, I just forgot how much of an idiot you are.

Satoru didn't take it the wrong way, laughing. Besides, Suguru hadn't yet noticed that he had drawn a heart on his cheek while he was sleeping: apparently, his infamous light sleep wasn't all that light... As she passed them in the hallway, Shoko disguised a smile of satisfaction, Suguru not noticing the wink of complicity that Gojo offered her showing that the strategy had worked.

The two sat at one of the cafeteria tables after serving. Satoru was still following the balanced diet, although Suguru had noticed that he hid some fried foods in the middle of the salad, a childish trick, as if he wouldn't notice.

— What do you want for your birthday, Satoru?

The unexpected question made him stop chewing for a moment. — Me…? Oh, I didn't even think about that. Anything, really.

— You have to be more specific. — Suguru insisted — Anything is too difficult... What do you want? Books, manga, games, DVDs, a new cell phone, what?

Gojo thought, trying to find an alternative. None of the things he wanted could be bought. He adjusted his glasses and ran his hands through his hair, trying to find an option that could satisfy Suguru's curiosity, feeling that he was as transparent as he imagined at that moment: he wanted nothing more than the pleasure of his company. Something so simple, and at the same time so complex... — Just whatever.

— Satoru…

— I want a birthday party.

The unexpected request surprised Geto. It was one of the things he never expected to hear from Satoru, but strangely, it made sense: he always insisted on celebrating everyone's birthday, and he always made his own birthday a big occasion in itself, creating pre-events that didn't even make sense just as a ploy to bring everyone together. Despite this, they never had a party in the literal sense of the word, with cake, singing him happy birthday, paper hats, and balloons. Knowing him as well as he did, Suguru knew that he probably never had this experience growing up in the Gojo clan. Deep down, Satoru was a kid in an adult's body, and Suguru Geto always indulged his wishes. — Then I'll throw a party for you. Let's buy cake, balloons, and get everyone together. What flavor of cake do you want?

— Strawberry! No, wait, green grape... Oh, but it could also be chocolate, white or milk, it doesn't matter. — he replied, excitedly. The idea of a party, of getting together with his friends, really pleased him. Thinking about spending his birthday with everyone, and especially Suguru, made his heart beat at a slightly happier rhythm, but this was an effect that Suguru had naturally. Yet every time he thought about risking everything and telling the truth about how he felt, he also thought of the possibility of being rejected and losing him permanently, and some of that happiness dissipated, leaving a void in his chest. He covered this hint of sadness with a wide smile as they made plans for the day.

[wikiangela]

I'm free in salt water (embrace the deep end, leave everything)

tw suicide mention/attempt, 5x12 'Boston', angst

I wrote this over a year ago, a couple of days after "Boston" aired, while sitting in my creative writing class and I feel like I could write it better now but I didn't wanna mess with it haha Also, a huge thank you to @thebravebitch, you said it's good and it gave me enough validation and motivation to finally post it lmao 😂❤️

words: 612

[read on Ao3]

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Tears were falling down her face as she sat on the beach, blankly looking at the ocean, waves crashing against the sand. She observed the angry water, thinking back to that day, to that still bathtub water, under which her daughter almost drowned. All because she couldn’t be trusted to care for a baby. It was all her fault. 

The mere reminder of that only assured her that the decision, which she’d already made when she dropped Jee-Yun off at the firehouse, was the right one.

Sobbing, Maddie got up and, fully clothed, stepped into the ocean. Cold water was splattering against her, as she kept walking, fighting against the waves that tried to push her out. She was determined. It wasn’t her first attempt at killing herself, but it would be the first time she would be successful.

She thought about her ex-husband, and all the times he made her wish she was dead. He wasn’t around anymore, but everything he said and did to her was still haunting her. As was the moment she killed him, his blood spilling over the snow. She’d been bleeding, too, beaten up and broken. But she freed herself from him. She just didn’t know he’d still be stuck with her after so much time passed. Maybe not enough. Maybe she’d never be truly free. 

In light of what happened recently, his words echoed in her head. She was worthless, hopeless, useless… At the moment she wished he had beaten her to death, it would be much better for everyone. She wasn’t capable of being a mother. She was capable of killing someone, though. And now she almost killed her own daughter. She should be the person protecting her from harm, not inflicting it. It might have been an accident, but such accidents were not supposed to happen. What mother can just fall asleep while giving their baby a bath? A bad one, for sure. So, Maddie needed to get away. Jee wasn’t safe with her. 

Water submerged her completely, taking away her breath. Is that what her child felt when she slipped under the water in the bathtub? Of course, she was fine, the doctor said she was fine, but for those few seconds… For those few seconds she was drowning. It was only fitting that Maddie went away that way. And her kid, her sweet, beautiful Jee-Yun, would finally be safe with her dad. 

That’s why she left Jee in the firehouse. Howie would get back from a call, get her home, and take good care of her. He was a good dad, and a good paramedic, if anything were to happen again, God forbid. He was going to hate Maddie. Jee was too little to remember her, but Howie… Howie was going to hate her.

Memories of her little brother, of Howie and Jee, of her ex, flashed behind her eyes, as the waves slowly carried her back to the shore, despite her best efforts to prevent that. 

Soon, she sat in the shallow water, coughing and crying, her wet clothes clinging to her skin. Maybe she should take it as a sign. Maybe dying wasn’t what she needed to do to keep her kid safe. Maybe she should just stay away. And get help. She definitely needed help. 

It was that moment, breaking down at the beach, after another failed suicide attempt, that she decided. She was going to leave LA, and go back to Boston, to the hospital she trained at to be a nurse, somewhere familiar. If she ever wanted to see her daughter again, she needed to get help and get better. For Jee, for Howie, for herself.

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