#he finds himself spiraling until he gains back that control

[shoheiakagi]

Okay, second question for the Band AU! I don't know if idols work the same way as mainstream music, where there's a lot of crossover between singers and television/movies, but how would the guys and your lovely girls deal with being scouted for the big screen? Who would want to give acting a try, who wouldn't? And what would the couples do if they found themselves cast as each other's onscreen lover (Because ofc that adds fuel to the fire for gossip).

I know that there’s a lot of kpop idols who go into acting, but not too sure about jpop idols. And im not 100% sure about this, but I remember reading that theres this stigma amongst actors about idols going into acting; that they hate when idols pursue acting cause the idols booked the role due to their popularity and not cause of any acting talent lol

i’m so sorry cause i ended up going on a different tangent with this ask and focus on dewa/miyako, so i hope you don’t mind!

Out of the girls, Miyako is the only one to pursue acting. Despite not being the most popular member, she is still well known for her beauty, which fits the quintessential Japanese beauty standards: petite frame, pale skin, long dark hair, long eyelashes, and high-bridged nose. It wasn’t that hard for her to land the lead role in a romcom, starring against a male pop idol who also recently joined the acting scene (okay idk why but akiyama came straight to my mind lol). The casting alone for this movie makes a lot of noise, as the main leads look extremely elegant and gives off major royalty vibes, which gains the attention of the general public. A lot of interviews and press tours get more people to fall in love with the chemistry between miyako and akiyama (which takes more effort from miyako’s end since akiyama can be pretty stiff). But unlike her idol career, she has more difficulty fitting in at first due to the stigma some of her costars have against her for being an idol.

Idk why, but i don’t really see any of the guys pursuing acting tbh. At most, i can see chitose landing some role in some adult comedy that doesn’t perform that well, which has him running back to the group and not want anything to do with acting ever again. The other guys probably got second hand embarrassment and don’t want to go through what chitose had to. When they first heard about miyako landing a role in a new movie, they couldn’t help but feel pity cause the poor girl might have to go through the same idol curse that chitose went through. but when they see the massive media coverage and support she’s getting, some of them can’t help but feel envious. here comes this girl group who’s catching up to their fame and popularity despite not being around for that long and definitely not working as hard as them, and now each members are getting their own individual gigs as solo acts?? while miyako may be the only one to pursue acting out of her group, she’s certainly not the only one who’s making a name for herself outside of the group. and the guys can’t help but feel jealous about that. as much as they love their group, at the end of the day, they’re different guys with different interests. it’d be nice to be known more outside of their fanbase, without having to be lumped in with 5 other guys. its funny how the girls, despite having a lot of restrictions put on to them by their company, still have the freedom to pursue things outside of the their group and make a name for themselves. whereas the guys have all the artistic freedom a musician can ask for, but seem to lack an identity of their own.

Dewa is annoyed. Its bad enough that he sees miyako’s face plastered all over japan with the rest of her dimwitted group. Now seeing her face being plastered all over the country with that guy with toothpick from s4? She likes that type of guy? The type with a stick up his ass? (talk about the pot calling the kettle black). But theres something off this time. With how strict her company is, he’s not used to seeing her having full blown conversations with other male celebrities, so imagine his surprise when he catches interviews where she keeps laughing at every little thing akiyama says, resting a manicured hand on his shoulder. or how she would bat her eyelashes at him while asking him a question, and how she would look intrigued as she hangs onto every word that comes out of his mouth. nothing about their interaction seems right to dewa, and in a way he’s relieved that is all an act to promote their new movie (at least thats what he tells himself and chitose when the latter tries to taunt him). But seeing miyako gain more success and fame as an actress, make more friends/connections within the industry, and create an identity for herself outside of her group is bothering dewa a lot more than it should be. in a way, it feels like she’s constantly rising and leaving him behind. and if acting doesn’t work out for her? no problem, she can always fall back onto her idol persona. and if performing is no longer fun? perfect, she can go back and take over her family’s business like she was supposed to. but what about him? if the group decides to split and go their own way, what will happen to dewa masaomi?

[bet-on-me-13]

The New Gotham Rogue, Keeper Pt.1

So! When Danny was killed by the Portal, he was tossed into the Realms and the Portal collapsed behind him. All that was left was a small Spiral shaped Crack in Reality hanging in the Air, and a crater where the Portal had originally opened.

His Family and Friends assumed he was vaporized by the malfunctioning Portal and mourned his death, and Danny himself thought he was just Flat Out Killed by the Portal and became a normal Ghost.

Danny was stuck in the Ghost Zone for over a Month, coming to terms with his own Death, before something happened. The Portal Re-opened itself temporarily.

When Danny found it Open, he was Elated! He could finally go back home, explain what had happened to his Parents, maybe even find a way to live in the Human World as a Ghost!

Unfortunately, he wasn't the first one to find the Portal. Lunch Lady had reached it about an Hour before he did, and had begun attacking the students at his old school for changing the Lunch Menu she had concocted in her life.

Danny rushed to stop her, and eventually managed to beat her. Unfortunately, his Parents showed up and started attacking him too. Even after he explained that he was Danny, that he was their Son, they didn't stop. In fact, they got even more aggressive, saying that their son was dead and that he was just another Spook.

In the end, Danny had to run back into the Ghost Zone to escape his parents, dragging Lunch Lady with him.

After that, he decided that he had to become a Guardian of the Portal whenever it randomly Opened, to keep both the Humans and the Ghosts safe.

For over a year, he stopped almost every Ghost that attempted to pass through the Portal, fighting them back or stalling them until the Portal closed again. There were a few incidents where they managed to get passed him, like when Undergrowth mind controlled his old friend Sam, or when Hotep-Ra reawakened Tuckers memories from his pasts lives, but most of the time he had it under control.

Of course not all of them had to get past him, Natural Portals still existed after all, but every time they got to the Human Realm he would find them and drag them back.

Unfortunately, being the one thing standing between the Ghosts and the opportunity to fulfill their Obsessions earned him a lot of resentment.

Everybody he met hated him. He was seen as a Villain in the Zone, the one who prevented everybody from fulfilling their Purpose at every pass.

Danny was not in a good head space about it.

His mind was buckling under the pressure of it all. His duties as the Guardian of the Portal, the hatred the Denizens of the Realms held for him, the lonliness eating away at his Sanity, it was all too much. He felt his psyche cracking ever so slightly every day that passed like this.

It got better for a time in the 2nd year of his Afterlife. He had managed to befriend a few Ghosts, mainly the Leaders of certain Kingdoms who saw the necessity of his action, as well as a few others.

Frostbite, Pandora, and Dorathea were the Pillars upholding his sanity for that period of time. He finally had friends (or at least people who didn't harbor nothing but distain for him). But unfortunately, it couldn't last forever. They had Kingdoms to run, People to Lead, and they couldn't spend all their free time entertaining his selfish whims his need to talk to someone, anyone at all, so he forced himself to stop bothering them so much (they didn't think any of that)

And Guarding the Portal took most of his time as well. His Rouges had started attacking him between it's Openings, hoping to gain control of the Portal while it was inactive so they had first dibs when it did open. Danny was getting run ragged trying to keep them all away.

Eventually, he reached his second Death Day. It didn't really feel like 2 years had passed, in fact it felt like much, much longer than that, but he knew in his Core that it was his 2nd Death Day. Also, whenever he peeked through the Portal, it seemed like 2 years ago passed in the Living World, so he just went with that.

On that day, he discovered something. During a battle with Plasmius, (who was still enraged at him for blowing up his own, stable Portal), he felt something strange. A familiarity that he had never noticed before, which happened when Plasmius briefly turned Human to avoid his attacks.

After the Battle, Danny decided to investigate that feeling. It was a weird sensation, like pressure built up in his Chest that he had never noticed until that moment with Plasmius, the first time he had ever seen him Transform in person.

After focusing on it for a while, Danny felt it getting stronger and stronger until it Burst with a flash of light. And suddenly he was Human again. He was Alive again.

It was another few minutes of testing this ability out before he finally stopped and took it all in. He was a Human. even if he was half Ghost.

He was Human.

He was Alive.

A thought struck him. Did this mean he could go back home? Back to his Family? His friends? Mom and Dad? Jazz? Sam and Tucker?

In an instant he was up and running to the still Open Portal. It hadn't closed since he had beaten Plasmius, as it it felt his desire to return to the Human World.

It actually might have, considering it was a part of him. Clockwork had explained it after the whole, Dan situation. When he had first formed, a piece of his newly formed Core had broken off and become the Core of the Portal instead. It gave him a connection that allowed him to better Guard the Portal, knowing when it was Open or if somebody had used it.

Stopping at the edge of the Opening, Danny thought about all the things he would be able to do again. Hug his Parents, eat Human Food, talk to his friends. Oh God, it had been so long since he had actually talked to another person. None of his Rouges had bothered reciprocating his Quips in almost a year now, so he barely ever had anybody to talk to. Even somebody proclaiming their eternal hatred for him would be better than the endless silence.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped through the Portal with Hope in his Heart.

On the other side, he found un unfamiliar room.

It was much cleaner than his Parents Lab, with all the different Inventions placed perfectly in neat workstations. Multiple work stations. Had his parents hired some neat freak assistants? Why were there so many Work Stations?

Honestly that wasn't even the most eye catching detail he noticed. There was something else, something more noticeable.

It was the fact that everything in the entire Lab was White.

He heard a series of footsteps approaching the Lab, and before he knew it, the room was filled with GIW Agents and Scientists, all pointing their Weapons at him.

He tried to call out to them, to tell them that it was okay, that he was Human. But all that came out was the static sound of Ghost Speak. Why did that happen? He wanted to use Human Language! Why was he only using Ghost Speak? Had he...had be really forgotten how to speak?

Did he really forget the one thing basic for almost every human? How? Sure it had been a while since he spoke it, but were 2 years of not speaking English really enough for him to forget everything?

But, it hadn't been just 2 years, had it? Time moved strangely in the Ghost Zone, and it definitely felt like longer. How long had it actually been? How long had he been Dead?

Stuck in his own mind, he never saw the barage of attacks coming his way.

...

Danny was stuck in that Lab for over 6 months.

He was kept in that same room he was captured in, constantly being cut open and pulled apart before being left overnight to heal himself.

He tried to explain that he was human in any way possible, but without being able to talk it was hard. He tried writing out in his own blood at once point, but they just cut him opened even more after that, trying to figure out how the "Mindless Ghost" had managed to imitate human writing.

They never listened to him screaming in pain. In their eyes it was just a random Ghost trying to trick them into thinking he could Feel.

Every time he screamed in pain, they would berate him. "You can't feel, shut up!" "You aren't human, stop taking that form!" "You are a Ghost! You can't feel scared, get up!" "You are just a mindless blob of Ectoplasm!" "You would kill everybody here if given the chance!" "You aren't Human!" "You aren't real!" "You're just a Monster!"

"You aren't Alive!"

Even through all that Torment, he didn't stop fighting. He knew he was Human, that he was alive. There was nothing that would ever change that. Or so he thought.

Then they brought his Parents in.

They had previously mentioned them, praising them for their technical skills and cheering the fact that they had sold them the Portal, even if it had not turned back in since he came through. Then, they decided to bring them in to study the Ghost who kept imitating their dead son.

When they first walked in, Danny felt a spark of hope. Maybe they would save him, maybe they would see that he was alive, that he was real.

But they didn't. They just kept on with the same experiments as before, yelling the same things, but it hurt so much more coming from them.

He didn't last long under their study. He broke, and he didn't think he would ever put himself back together again.

...

It was at the 6 Month Mark that something new happened. As it turns out neither his, nor the Portal's absense had gone unnoticed in the Zone.

In his time trapped in that Lab, he had used his connection to the Portal to keep it from opening, using every ounce of his Willpower to force it to stay closed, no matter how much it struggled under his control.

When he was finally Broken by his Parents, he lost his grip on the Portal, and that night it opened for the first time in Months.

The first one to find him was, coincidentally, the Lunch Lady. The first ever Ghost he guarded the Portal from.

What she saw when she floated into that Room would forever Scar her memories. Danny in his Ghost Form laying strapped to an Operation Table, his organs out in the Air, his ribs spread out like an Eagle. At the center of his Chest sat his Core, exposed for the whole world to see, showing off all the damage it had received since the Scientists first found it all those months ago.

He looked up at her, and his eyes told her all she needed to know. Run.

She fled back through the Portal, horror stricken across her face. Danny managed to shut it down again after that.

Apparently news of what she had seen seen had spread around the Realms. Even when the Portal was active, nobody came through. The few times anybody did poke their head through, they saw him and left screaming in Terror.

Danny knew they would never save him. He was their Enemy, the Villain in their story, they would never risk themselves trying to help him.

And honestly he didn't know if he wanted to he helped. This was all his Fault. He was the one to open the Portal, he was the one who Guarded it for all that time, he was the one who got himself into this mess.

One time, he felt the Familiar Aura of Pandora approaching the Portal, and forced it closed before she could reach it. Her head managed to get through for a moment, but when she looked at him with those pleading eyes, begging to let her help him, he closed them as tight as he could and shut the Portal Closed, pushing her Back into the Realms.

She was trying to save him. But she didn't deserve to get hurt trying to help a waste of space like him.

He needed to get the Portal away from the Lab. It was only a matter of time before he lost any ability to close the Portal at all, before the Scientists managed to find a way to keep it open and invade the Realms. He needed to get it away from them, if only to protect the Ghosts on the other side.

He needed to do his Job, to guard the Portal. From either Side.

...

It took another month of conserving his strength before he managed to break out of his Shackles. It took a bit if trial and error, but eventually he found a way to draw the Portal into himself to transport it away.

It was technically a piece of his Core after all, he just had to slot it back into Place.

After that, he had to find a way out of the Lab. The Scientist he found wandering outside his room didn't have any Overshadowing Protection at the time, so he managed to get halfway to the Exits before the alarms sounded.

Then it was a mad dash of fighting off Guards and dodging the Security System to get to the Door. He dropped the Body when he reached the Doors.

It didn't get any easier after escaping the Building, but after several hours of chasing he eventually lost them.

He kept running though. He couldn't keep the Portal within him forever, and he needed a safe place to let it out. Hours of running eventually led him to somewhere that might work.

Gotham City.

...

Cass wasn't entirely sure that she was making the right call in this, but Croc's Body Language seemed to suggest that he was being genuine in his intentions, so she kept on following him.

In the past few Months, there had been a string of incidents where Government Agents in White Suits had incited fights and shootouts while "investigating" a supposed escaped Superpowered Prisoner. They had justified themselves by saying that the civilians they were attacking were actually Extra Dimensional Monsters known as Ecto-Entities, also known as Ghosts.

Of course a simple blood test always disproved them, but they were relentless in their "investigation". She used air quotes because they were some of the most Incompetent and Dimwitted morons the team had ever encountered, which was saying something. The only semi-competent ones where the pair of Scientists who commanded them, but even they were borderline insane, constantly ranting about how Evil Ghosts were and how they wanted to pull them apart molecule by molecule.

Unfortunately, there was nothing her Dad could do about them. They were a legitimate Government Agency, no matter how incompetent, and they hadn't been lucky enough to actually do any damage in their multitude of fights, so her Dad couldn't really force them to leave.

He had however started looking into the missing Ghost Prisoner they were chasing. If he could just find it, they could get the GIW out of the City and be done with them.

Her Dad and Tim's investigation had led him to a few short reports from a couple of months ago, describing a Humanoid figure covering in a glowing green liquid stalking the streets one night before disappearing all of a sudden. There wasn't much to work with, but the Team kept on the investigation in the hopes that they could get rid of the GIW sooner rather than later.

Unfortunately Cass, Damian, and Jason were exempt from the investigation, because for whatever reason whenever they came anywhere near the GIW, they started attacking them.

They had argued that they could take care of themselves, but Bruce had been adamant that they stay out of it. Damian had eventually relented, trusting the orders of his Father. Jason had flat out refused, but said that he would stay out of it just as long as the GIW stayed out of Crime Alley.

Cass however? She didn't want to be left out! She had more than proven that she could take care of herself, but her Dad was still too paranoid to even let her out of the House. She decided that she would undergo her own Investigation, and prove to her Dad that he shouldn't have ousted her from the Case like that.

She decided to take a different approach to the Investigation. Her Family was still combing through reports from the previous few months to see if there were any more mentions of the Figure, but she thought of something else.

After looking at the randomly reported sightings of the Entity that her family had collected, she noticed something. They were all set near Farners Markets, Grocery Stores, Restaurants.

The Entity was looking for Food.

She didn't think extra-dimensional Entities would be eating the same food as other Humans, but then again these things are supposedly impressions of Human Emotion that remain after death. Maybe it held onto the same Habits?

She decided to follow that potential lead.

Tracking stolen food across Gotham was tricky, because so many people were stealing food to survive. But eventually she got down a Pattern. It would strike at nighttime, stealing only Canned Food, and the Camera's would be covered in static for his duration in the store. Curiously, it would also take a few containers of Fudge whenever the store had it.

It was very steady for a while, and eventually she found that her list of locations matched up to the sightings the others had gathered had from the past few months.

On the day she was about to reveal the results of her investigation to her Dad, something changed.

The GIW had a major shootout, where they reported that they had found and injured the Prisoner, but it had Escaped.

The reports of stolen food matching it's M.O. stopped coming in after that. She thought that her Lead had been lost, and was mentally cursing the GIW in her head for days, before an offhand comment from one of her brother's caught her attention.

"Croc was seen stealing Canned Food recently. Didn't think he ate anything but Meat, but I guess he got a taste for Chocolate Fudge."

So, she investigated the Lead and found that Croc had taken up stealing the same type of food as the Entity did.

Quickly, she looked up the maps of every store that had been hit, as well as the Sewer Systems, and looked at them side by side. They matched up. At every single location where the Entity had stolen it's food, there was a Major Sewer Line.

And each of those Sewer Lines were in Killer Croc's territory. Killer Croc was harboring the Entity, he was feeding it.

She had solved it! The Ghost Entity was living in the Sewers!

She almost got up and ran to tell her father the news right then and there, but she paused. There were still unanswered questions, questions she wanted to figure out before telling her Dad.

Why was Croc feeding the Entity?

What connection did they have?

Why was the Entity in the City in the first place if the GIW was there as well, looking for it?

She needed all the answers before presenting it to her dad. She wanted to cover all of her Bases if she was going to admit that she went against her Dad's orders, not wanting to anger him. (She knew he wouldn't be mad at her, but old fears die hard.)

It took a while to find a way to sneak out of the House, but she managed it eventually. She roped Alfred into covering for her, saying she just needed some fresh air after being stuck in the house for almost a Month. Which was actually true.

After that it was just a matter of scoping out the spot where she had predicted Croc would be first, and waited.

It took a few tries to get the right location, but eventually she managed to find him. Croc was wary of her at first, and when she mentioned the food matching the MO of somebody else she was tracking, he flipped out!

He wouldn't let her get a word in, not that he was speaking very much, but still.

He calmed down after a few minutes of her not fighting back. She convinced him that she just wanted to talk to the one she was Tracking, whoever he was, so she could ask them for help in getting the GIW out of the City. Which was technically the truth.

After a bit more convincing, he caved and told her to follow him, before descending into the Sewers.

She was thankful that Croc was one of the more reasonable of the Rouges, and that she had a good enough reputation that he managed to trust her.

So here she was, following Croc through his Territory under Gotham, about to meet this Ghost Entity she had been tracking for over a Month now.

After a long walk, they emerged into a relatively large Room. It seemed to be an abandoned Sewer Reservoir, one of those large Rooms you see on TV that's like a giant Whirpool that characters are always getting sucked into (she hadn't had much to do while stuck in the house okay? She had been watching a lot of TV recently), except it was completely Dry.

There were a few places around that were obviously set up like different rooms in a house. A bedroom, a kitchen, an old couch and a box TV set up in front of it, and so on. This seemed to be one of Crocs more lived-in homes, which spoke to the trust he was placing in her not revealing this place to the other Bats. She felt slightly honored at that thought.

He led her to a section of the Base slightly off to the side, a room that wasn't entirely visible from the Enterance.

He stopped her at the door and called into it. "Hey Keeper, there's someone here to see you."

Without waiting for a reply, he turned around and ushered her into the Room.

It looked like a typical Bedroom, an old wardrobe was set off to the side, one of the door having fallen off. Inside there weren't that many items, just a few shirts and some pants. Closer to the center of the room, there was a Table covered with various empty cans and utensils. On three walls there were various posters and drawing featuring stars and constellations, seemingly placed haphazardly around the room with no real pattern. Most importantly, there was a Bed in the Corner.

And on that bed, was the Entity she had been tracking. And he was just a Kid.

He looked just like a normal teenager, about the same age as her, but he had White Hair and Green Eyes. He was sitting in an upright position, probably having sat up to get a better look at his visitor, and she could see the mess of bandages on his body.

The freshest ones were obviously for the wounds that had gotten him put on bed rest, a strip of clean bandages covering his stomach, with a bulge above his lower left stomach showing where he had gotten shot by the GIW.

But the rest of them, the older ones, they covered his entire main body. The bandages where old and slightly dirty, but it was obvious they had been placed in a hurry.

She was so busy studying his wounds that she almost missed Croc introducing her.

"Orphan, this is Keeper. Keeper, this is Orphan." He told the boy, "She says she wants to help get rid of the GIW."

The boy merely glanced at her before directing his gaze to Croc. A static-like sound seemed to Emit from his form, like a Trill, but against all logic she seemed to understand what it meant.

Discontent. Wariness.

Croc seemed to understand it too, and said, "Keeper, she can help get rid of the GIW. Don't you want them gone?"

Another Static Trill. Uninterest. Indifferent. Resigned.

"You can't just give up like that! If you won't fight back for yourself, at least fight back for the sake of protecting the P-", he was cut off by a wave of Static.

Anger. Displeasure. Stop.

Croc stuttered a bit. "I-sorry Keeper, I didn't mean to- I-" He was cut off again.

Displeasure. Leave.

They got the hint. Leaving the room, and walking to the exit.

Cass made one final glance behind her, meeting his eyes through the open doorway. They were cold and lifeless voids, as if he had cut himself off from all emotion.

"Sorry 'bout this Orphan. Keeper needs help, but he doesn't think he deserves it." He told her as they walked back to the surface. "He's not in a good head space right now, hasn't been since me n' Grundy found him wandering the Sewers all those months ago."

She made a questioning sound, and he picked up her meaning quickly. "Grundy is out finding more space themed stuff for his Room. Said somethin' about needing to fill an Obsession, but can't really explain it more than that."

She nodded in understanding as they reached the Sewer Drain where they had first decended into his Territory. She climbed out, but gave a final goodbye to Croc as she left.

She pointed at herself, and said, "I. Come. Back. Soon."

He gave her a slight Nod, and she leaped away.

By the time she got back to her Room in the Manor, her mind was a raving.

She was dumbfounded. Cass had originally tracked him down to make sure her theory was right before reporting it to her Dad, so that the GIW would take him before leaving and not coming back. She was dead set on getting the GIW out of the City by turning whatever entity they were chasing in.

But every intention of reporting him had left her the moment she had seem him in person. He was just a kid, a teenager like her. He was so hurt he couldn't get out of his Bed, his body was covered in bandages from presumably previous encounters with the GIW, and he was resigned to his fate.

He didn't care if he lived or died. He was just fine with letting the GIW capture him and injure him again, but there was something he was protecting that made him keep going on.

She wanted to help him.

But it wasn't because she pitied him. It was because Keeper had such a familair expression on his face when she left. One she had seen in the mirror a thousand times before her Dad had taken her in. And she swore she wouldn't let another kid keep that same expression as long as she could help it.

But there was also something else. When he was talking to Croc, and Croc mentioned that she wanted to help get rid of the GIW, she saw something flicker in his eyes. Just for a moment.

And she might be wrong, but she thought she saw a flicker of Hope.

[charmercharm3r]

Phases

Phase Two: Wildfire

LMH, HJS

Masterlist, Story Masterlist

wc: 7.1k

Story Synopsis: Whoever said patience is a virtue have never met Jisung and Minho.

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, poly!minsung (minho chapter focus), service top!minho x switchfem!reader, mxm, a bit angsty but its alright, unprotected but clean piv, oral (f receiving), lil bit of ass play/anal, morning sex, marking, cream pie, so sweet my teeth hurt

Phase One ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ Phase Two ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ Phase Three

A/N: this site hates me and likes to delete parts of my story, so there will be minor errors but it shouldn’t be too bad. just please bear with me ://

Has Minho ever been affectionate? No, never of his own accord. Did that stop you from expressing your own affection? Never. He’d never admit it, to you or to Jisung, but he secretly loved when you’d persist even after he shrugged you away, it made him feel wanted. That’s all he’s felt since finding you, and Minho’s amazed he even managed to do that.

Until he met Jisung, he’d never had the easiest time making friends, let alone dating. He had almost an instant realization that he’d found some life long companions, but that also came with the territory of having to actively keep the friendship alive knowing full well that talking isn’t one of his strong suits. Jisung was friends with everyone, his introvertedness came unraveled whenever someone of a slightly larger personality came around to bring it out of him, so becoming close with the other boy was rather simple. You, on the other hand, he had no idea where to even begin to approach. Which, when he thinks back on now, seemed so silly. You had taken him in with open arms and he felt right at home, and it scared Minho beyond belief. 

Meeting the two of you was the only thing Minho seemed to be able to gage some control on. The only reason he gained the confidence to ask Jisung on their first date was because he’d caught Minho one day by dropping by his place unexpectedly, the younger was never really aware of personal space. He had burst through the closed door of Minho’s bedroom to catch him in the aftermath of cleaning a vibrant purple dildo. Neither of them had spoken for a few minutes, just staring at one another until Minho asked if Jisung wanted to get take out for dinner.

It wasn’t an explicit date, but the both of them knew.

Everything important to him has come to life because of horrible, horrible timing. First with Jisung, then with you, and Minho has never felt his life to be so out of control until now. When you’d caught him and Jisung kissing that night, it was like a little piece of him broke apart seeing the look on your face. He didn’t want things to go the way they did, and he hated himself for reacting so badly. But how was he supposed to tell you that he felt like his life was downward spiraling and you seeing him making out with your best friend was the cherry on top?

The two days he went without seeing you were like hell. Literal hell. He even called out sick at work because he couldn’t leave his house without fighting the urge to go to yours. Minho knew that if the roles were reversed, he wouldn’t want you showing up at his door and prying into his feelings that even he was struggling to understand. No matter how hard he tried to vocalize what his emotions were to Jisung, it only came out as jumbled words and mixed noises that made no sense to either of them.

Given the circumstances, maybe he should’ve tried a little harder to reach out to you. But that little part inside him told him that if he pushed you too far, you'd run away. For that reason, he let Jisung do the talking first, and it seemed to have worked.

When you finally picked up his call, Minho felt tears sting in his eyes when he heard your voice. Then you told him you loved him, and Jisung told him he loved him, and even though it wasn’t the first time you’d said it, through the phone he could feel that you meant it.

Seeing you and knowing that you knew, but unable to get himself to speak about you three’s relationship was suffocating Minho, almost as much as it was you. Jisung encouraged him to no end to talk about it with you and every time you came over he swore to himself that he would. And then he didn’t.

To be fair, it had only been two weeks since the incident at Changbin’s party, but in that time you’d made an effort to come over every day, even if it was just to have dinner. He was well aware of what was happening behind closed doors with you and Jisung, even got off to the thought of it on more than one occasion. Him and Jisung had uncountable shared moments like that, it was easy to picture himself watching the two of you together and the things he might say. But imagining you, he had to get a little creative. Were you subby, like him? Did you whine and whimper at the nasty things Jisung says and get weak in the knees if he so much as looked at you with those eyes? Minho always thought you were the same as him and would do anything to please, so that’s how he’d fantasize about you, on your knees with your eyes big and pleading for something to stuff your mouth, Jisung towering above you and calling you all kinds of names and spewing whatever lewd things he could think of to get you even more wound up.

He’d cum hard when he thought too deeply about it, pushing himself to the verge of calling Jisung over at 2 a.m. because he couldn’t satisfy himself the way he did. The not so recent addition of you in his fantasies made it all the worse, especially now that the things he thought of may be true.

On the verge of sexual and, even moreso, emotional combustion, Minho decided that it was time. He had the entire date plotted in his head down to the very minute. He blames you a little for his sudden eagerness, the last time you and Jisung were over he caught a glimpse of the now faded red streaks that lined down the younger’s chest and immediately knew what it was from.

Jisung had helped him a little bit before he decided to go through with his plan, at least he thought he was helping. If anything, his presence was making Minho all the more nervous because of how badly he didn’t want to fuck anything up. 

“Babe, everything will go great. Do you want me to hang around in the shadows in case you need emotional support?” The younger handed Minho his nice white dress shirt and watched as he changed.

“What if she says no?” Minho was concentrating too hard, unable to even button up his shirt with his shaky hands.

Jisung moved to help him, calm him with the gentle skin on skin as he finished the buttons and adjusted the collar, “she won’t say no. She loves you too much.” He planted a quick kiss on Minho’s lips. As much as he enjoys kissing him, it did little to ease the churning in his stomach.

It was late in the afternoon when he came to your place to pick you up. Minho had hesitated to knock on your door, fidgeting with the bouquet of flowers he picked out and recalling all the things in his picnic basket. Just as he raised his fist, the door swung open and he caught a whiff of your sweet, floral perfume. Minho almost folded right then and there, light from the window surrounding your figure like the gates of heaven.

“Do you always wait outside for fifteen minutes before coming in?” You joked so easily and tugged him inside by the arm. He took a second to look you up and down, admire your pretty dress and take in the sight of you getting dolled up just for him. “You’re staring,” you said, taking the basket from his hands and setting it on the floor.

“I am,” he confirmed, still not looking away.

The giggle you let out made his lip curl slightly and stick out the bouquet for you to take. Of course you did with a gracious smile and took them into the kitchen to place in a vase, “let me get my shoes.” You ran through the house to grab what you needed and pondered taking a coverup or not, “will it be cold?”

“If it is, I have my jacket for you,” Minho called back, silently patting himself down to make sure he was actually wearing one. He was, a beige cardigan that would look perfectly oversized on you. Taking another second to spray a little cologne, Minho took a peak at himself in a nearby mirror just as you walked back out, ready to go.

“You look pretty,” you say as you walk up behind him, placing a gentle hand on his arm to get him to face you. Minho felt his ears heat up at the compliment, smiling in acknowledgement. Warmth took over his skin when you reached up to fix the chain adorning his neck, feeling your fingertips grazing the nape to move the clasp to the back. As you finished, you ran your hands down his chest slowly, and Minho would’ve fallen to his knees right then and there. Without moving, you look up at him innocently, “what are we doing today?”

Bravely he took your hands in his and intertwined your fingers. “I was thinking about a late picnic? Take a walk along the river and just… be together?”

“Sounds perfect.” Without a second thought, you stand on your tippy toes and place your lips to his cheek so nonchalantly. It was effortless on your part whereas Minho could feel his heart beating out of his chest. He found himself touching the part of his cheek where you had kissed him, lingering there and blushing just that much more until you called his name and led him outside.

And everything was going perfect, the weather was perfect, found the perfect picnic spot, had a perfect late lunch, Minho was nowhere near as nervous as he was just a few hours ago. Banter between the two of you was normal, commenting about anything and everything, neither of you could stop yourselves from talking about Jisung as well, you both laughed over his need to constantly be touching one of you. Because things were going so well, he couldn’t help but mess it all up by asking one simple question, “are you and Jisung dating?”

He asked it with a smile on his face and laughter in his voice but Minho could see you hesitate to answer despite your kind expression. You observed him backtrack upon saying the words out loud and could practically hear the glass shattering in his head. To ease him as much as possible, you took his hand and played with his fingers. “I think so. I guess it depends on you.”

You felt him tense with just his palm in yours, seeing his shoulders pull back and eyes fall towards your thumb running along his,  “what do you mean?” His breathing sped up a little as did his heart rate.

Here was the downward spiral once again, and he doesn’t even know why when he was the one that asked the question. Minho didn’t mean for it to come up so early and suddenly in the date, but he couldn’t help his own curiosity at the expense of his emotional state. His hand trembled in yours, you could feel it no matter how much he tried to hold steady. You took the opportunity to cup your free hand over his to hold tightly, “walk with me.” You didn’t wait for him to respond to lift him off the picnic blanket and lead him towards the river. Minho threw a look over his shoulder at the set up. “We’ll come back for it, don’t worry.”

Minho went with you hand in hand, still shaking in your palm but not as much as the cool breeze soothed his overheating skin. You held his hand tighter, squeezing in reassurance that he didn’t need to say anything, but would be there to listen if he wanted to. There was nowhere in particular you were leading him, leisurely walking as close to the river as possible because he loved to watch the windy waves.

You watched him intently for any signs that he was uncomfortable knowing he wouldn’t say if he truly was. Minho never talked much about his past relationships, the only reason you knew anything was when he’d mention something in passing, but you assumed the worst. He caught the way you were looking at him, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you smiled up at him, sympathetic.

“I am. I just… can’t tell you why.” Minho squeezed your hand a little tighter.

You squeezed harder, “you don’t have to.”

“It’s just,” he pulled the two of you over to sit at a bench overlooking the river. It was slightly colder now that the sun was setting, the small shiver that ran through you was enough for Minho to take off his cardigan and drape it over your shoulders, already warm. “I don’t know how to explain it without sounding insane.”

“Have you met Jisung?” The two of you giggled again at the mention of your other partner.

“He’s confidently insane, it’s a big difference.”

Tilting your head, “then what are you?”

Minho pondered for a second, looking at the water then back to you. “Insanely anxious.”

“Really? I pegged you for a chaotic neutral.” When you nudged his shoulder with yours, Minho’s cheeks flushed at the sorely specific term.

A certain bright purple image flashed in his mind, “d– did Jisung tell you?”

You raised an eyebrow, “tell me what?”

“Nothing. Nevermind,” he deflected quickly.

“But really, Min,” you brought his attention back up to your eyes with your finger guiding his chin up. “Your mind doesn’t scare me.”

“It scares me.” It came out as a pleading sob, voice cracking slightly as he opened your hand to lay his cheek into. The action itself felt more rewarding than getting him to speak. The split second where he looked at you with big, round eyes, lips pouting trying to find how to put into words what was happening in his head, no sense of his emotions because they were just so big that no words could do it justice. You knew. “I love you a lot, and it scares me,” he whispered.

The smile that plastered across your face was almost criminal for how deep the conversation was. “If you keep looking at me I might cry,” he admitted but was reluctant to let go of your hand.

“I can look away if you’d like.” Minho nodded and you looked out at the river, “the sunset is pretty.”

“Jisung makes it so easy not to think. He makes me feel stupid in so many ways, it’s humbling and freeing at the same time. I appreciate him and adore him and I forget to show him that sometimes.” You resisted the urge to look at him, catching yourself before you could fully turn your head.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, “I wonder if the water is cold.”

“I forget to show you, too, and I’m sorry. I don’t understand anything going on inside my head or anything I’m feeling, but I love you.” Minho kissed the inside of your palm and snaked it back to thread through his hair. Staring blankly ahead, solely focused on his voice and his words and his hair between your fingers, your lips curled into a gentle smile. “Jisung doesn’t need to understand me– I mean, he does, but in a way where he doesn’t have to understand every miniscule bit, and he still loves me. You understand everything– the good, the ugly, every dark and twisty, scary corner and you still love me. I met Jisung and there was this, like, stupid flame he lit with his annoying smile. Then I met you and it spread like a fucking wildfire and now, I can’t get out. I don’t ever wanna get out. I hate myself for how you found out, it feels fucking criminal that we did that to you and it was so unfair. You and him… my everythings. And I’ll spend however long I need to to show you that you are. Let the fire consume me until there’s nothing left.”

“That sounds painful,” you finally faced him to find his chest heaving up and down, already staring straight at you.

“It is,” Minho whispered back.

“Can I kiss it better?” Your body moved on its own, turning towards him and scooting closer so your knees brushed his.

“Kiss the pain away?”

“Kiss the pain away.”

Minho nodded, with the hand that held yours in his hair, he grazed down your arm to softly pull you in even closer, almost chest to chest but not quite. A slight tug on his roots and Minho came in to press his lips to yours, chaste, supple, so sincere in the way he kissed you. Only closed lip kisses, but still so satisfying. He felt pillowy and warm and you could taste the lingering minty chapstick he applied earlier. There was the clean smell of the river water swirling around to mix with his natural musky, cottony scent to the point that it made you dizzy. Was it only a few seconds, a few minutes, or a few hours the two of you kissed like this? It didn’t matter. You wanted more as soon as he pulled away.

He pecked your cheek and brought you into a bone crushing embrace, tucking himself away into your neck. You were taken aback for a moment, but melted into the hug anyway to feel Minho relaxing just the same. “Can I ask you something personal?”

“Something you don’t already know?” Minho’s chuckle rumbled against your chest.

“Do you like girls?”

Pulling away, the weight on his shoulders seemed to have shrunk based on how he raised his eyebrow at you. “Don’t ask me stupid questions,” and he crashed his lips to yours again.

Entering his apartment hand in hand felt right, it made sense to follow behind him as he kicked off his shoes and throw his keys on the nearby table, watch as he unloaded the picnic basket and leisurely walk around the house to do his mundane chores.

You smiled fondly as you watched him, eventually following him further into the house. The dress you were wearing was growing uncomfortable, having been wearing it all day. “Babe, can I borrow some clothes?” You called out mindlessly.

You couldn’t see it, but Minho shot you a happily surprised look as you entered his bedroom. “Of course.”

His room was always rather neat, everything having its place so it was easy to find a spare shirt and pair of shorts to change into. Then the sound of the toilet flushing and sink running from the ensuite bathroom made you jump, only to reveal a very homey looking Jisung emerging from it. “Oh! You’re back!” He greeted as you slung Minho’s shirt over your head, trotting over and planting a kiss on your lips.

Jisung was oddly normal about seeing you in Minho’s clothes, walking towards the door until he abruptly stopped and turned to do a double take, his eyes following his smile. “It went well?”

“It went great,” Minho appeared behind him, leaning against the doorframe. Jisung peered back at him over his shoulder, having to look up to meet his eyes. The younger one smiled and stood on his tippy toes to give Minho a casual peck.

You felt warm watching them, like your heart was on fire and it was coursing through your veins, a much different reaction to the first time you’d seen them kiss. A part of you wanted to cry with how happy you were, it was almost overwhelming. If it had been anyone else you probably would’ve on the spot. But it wasn’t just anyone. Minho and Jisung are your people. Your people, and they made you theirs as well. So maybe you let the ache in your waterline loose just a little and sniffled back the minor leak in your emotions, which made Jisung skip back over to you.

“Another one for you, too,” he gleamed and kissed you gently. “Did you guys bring back any food?”

“There’s leftovers on the counter,” Minho followed Jisung out of the room, leaving you for the time being.

It felt like the day had gone by all too quickly and you were exhausted. Not in a physical way, moreso emotional and feeling the effects now as you laid back onto the middle of Minho’s bed and stared at the ceiling. Comfortable it was to listen to their idle chatter in the background, so much so that you found yourself closing your eyes still on top of the covers, letting their voices lull you to sleep.

“Listen… She’s snoring,” Jisung held his finger up and hopped onto the counter to sit.

“Let her. I kinda dropped some heavy bombs on her today. And why can neither of you sit on the chairs like normal people? I bought them for a reason.”

The blonde took a bite of the picnic snacks, “like what? That you like it in the ass?”

“No! But… isn’t that implied?” Jisung shrugged, stuffing his mouth again. “It didn’t come out the way I wanted it to, but we got there eventually.”

“Really! So can we all fuck now?” He caught Minho by the neck as he passed by, trapping him between his legs and slinging his arms over his shoulders.

Minho rolled his eyes, “is that all you ever think about?”

“Fucking both of my scrumptious, beautiful, sexy ass partners? Absolutely, I think about it all the time.” He emphasized his point by grabbing his ass, smiling deviously.

Groaning, Minho leaned into Jisung’s arms, “just hug me for now. We can fuck later.” Jisung giggled and held him tighter, whispering an, “okay.”

As much as he wanted to stay, Jisung had to leave just a little before midnight, stranding Minho alone with his thoughts once again. Except he wasn’t upset about it. Actually, he was enjoying having you here, even if you weren’t conscious, he just liked having another body in the house. By now, the chores were done, he washed his face, and changed into his pajamas and still had downtime to just sit and watch you. It was a lot less creepy in his head, but he loved how cute you were when you were asleep, mesmerized. Laying on his side next to you, he refrained from touching so as not to wake you, but failed when you stirred and turned your face towards him. A stray strand of hair fell over your eyes, how uncomfortable that must’ve been, Minho found himself pushing it away and you were fluttering awake beneath his touch.

Groggily you blinked into consciousness, straining a little to look up at him, “what time is it?”

“Thirty past midnight,” Minho whispered back, fully threading his fingers through your hair now.

You didn’t move, just staring into his eyes and enjoying the light skinship. It was a rare thing to get from him, even before. You wonder if he didn’t because of the friendship line, or if he just isn’t keen on initiating it, you have all the time in the world to find out now.

“I’m sleeping here tonight.”

“Mhm.”

Wordlessly, he stood and lifted you just a little off the bed to make room for himself, managing to get you beneath the covers. You could hear his soft breathing and make out the handsome features of his face in the dim moonlight illuminating his room. The two of you faced each other now, heads in the pillows and hands loosely intertwined. “Are you tired?” You asked him quietly, seeing his eyes blinking slowly.

“No.”

“Are you lying?”

“No.”

“What are you thinking about?” Voices hushed, Minho untangled his fingers and brought them up to cup your jaw, thumb just barely grazing over the plush of your lips.

He let out a deep breath, “kissing you.” You lean in to give him another soft smooch, feeling tingly all over as you did.

“Now what are you thinking about?”

The enamored, lazy grin on his face was endearing, “you kissing Ji.”

Giggling, “I think about you kissing Ji, too.”

“We should get a bigger bed.”

“Can I bring my own blanket? You two are blanket hoggers.”

“What?!”

“Why do you think I sit on the end of the couch during movie nights?”

He was silently blinking at you, “...I need some space.” Minho rolled onto his back just to stare upwards, the comforter hooking around his legs to tug and leave your backside exposed. You knew he wasn’t being serious as he blindly reached for your hand to hold but let out an ironic laugh as you pulled the edge to prove your point. He adjusted himself and the blanket came loose again.

His side profile, even in the dull light, was beautiful. You let go of his hand to trace the outline of his nose with the tip of your finger, drawing all the way down to his plump lips then down his chin and neck to splay your hand across his chest. Minho looked like he was deep in thought, or his head could’ve been completely empty, both options were very possible but you hoped for the latter.

Wordlessly you moved under the blanket closer and threw your leg over his torso to straddle him, taking the comforter with you as you sat up. Minho didn’t say anything but rather raise an eyebrow and lay his hands on your thighs, loosely massaging up and down the muscle. With a sigh, you tilted your head down at him, pushing his bangs from his forehead and caressing his cheek. “So curious,” you whispered.

A small hum left his lips as you smoothed the furrow in his brow with your thumb. “Why are you frowning, pretty kitty?”

Immediately his face relaxed just to morph into a surprised state of confusion, eyes widening and twinkling while trying to read your expression. “How did you–”

“Our baby’s mouth isn’t the only thing that’s big.” Slowly you wiggled your hips backwards to sit on his crotch, growing harder by the second. The grip his hands had on your thighs tightened as though he was holding back, which was proving to be more difficult for both of you. “He talks a lot, but you already know that.” Minho accepted your kiss gratefully, sliding his hands up to your ass as you ran your tongue along his bottom lip. He moaned into the kiss when feeling you slip your tongue into his mouth, not fighting or battling but rather looking for  a reaction. The lack of one is what made you pull away prematurely. Reattaching to the skin of his neck, “you don’t have to hold back with me, sweetheart.”

His body shivered and nails dug into your ass through the material of the borrowed shorts. Just barely did Minho cant his hips up to grind his erection into you, though almost instantly he let himself fall back to the bed. You followed, sitting onto him with your full weight and languidly moving back and forth while you continued to bite down his neck. “C’mon, pretty kitty. What do you want? Wanna be taken care of?”

Minho shook his head, no. “Wanna stop?” Another no. “Wanna use me?”

Oh, his ears perked up at that. “Y– you’d let me?”

“Only if you keep it our little secret, or we’ll both get punished.” You sat back to tug the shirt over your head, suddenly thankful that you’d changed earlier because the way Minho was staring at your breasts was a sight you’d never forget. He hesitated to let his hands climb higher until you took them and cupped them over your boobs, “use me. Just this once.” You gave him a wink, a signal that tempted him into groping you, tweaking your nipples before the excitement overtook him and flipped you onto your back.

His shirt came off in a split second and he was ravaging your lips again, not giving either of you a moment to breathe. Spit and saliva would’ve been dripping down your face if not for his desire to practically swallow you. Not that you would’ve minded either outcome, you couldn’t get enough. When Jisung said he’d trained Minho, you weren’t sure what that entailed. Seeing the older now you understood, he was on a tight, tight leash.

Hands were everywhere, in his hair, on your ass, scratching down his back, tugging at your shorts. Minho finally pulled away just to leave a trail of wetness down your chest. He handled you on the rougher side as he wrapped his lips around your nipple, teething and bruisingly groping the other like he was touch starved. It was like he didn’t know where he wanted to be, just that he wanted every part of you in his mouth because when he was finished with your boobs, Minho suctioned each inch of the skin of your torso and stomach to leave deepening red spots wherever he could.

Coming to the hem of your (his) shorts, it was all but ripped from your body along with your underwear, you swore you heard the fabric tear. It didn’t deter him, Minho continued his rampage down your legs and inside your thighs. His eyes somehow grew even wider upon seeing your cunt, wet and dripping, but didn’t make a move to touch you there. Even with your hands in his hair guiding him, Minho stopped and looked up at you, “can I?”

“Please,” you were almost whining even if there was no need for you to. He had all the power in the world now, and you didn’t need to beg for a single thing. He was more than excited to give you whatever you wanted.

Forget a man stuck in the desert without water, this was a whole new level of eagerness that words couldn’t do justice. To describe his enthusiasm would’ve required rewriting the entire english dictionary, which would’ve taken a lot more time than you had considering how skillful Minho was with his tongue and plump lips continuously stimulating your clit. He was moaning into your nerves and sending vibrations rippling through you, the addition of his fingers was your written demise, sending you over the edge in record time. Maybe it was because of how emotionally attached you felt towards him that made cumming so easy to accomplish. You’d always heard that sex with someone you love is an entirely different ball game, and whoever said that deserves to come as hard as he made you just now, every day of their life.

You wanted to return the favor, almost immediately trying to sit up as soon as you were able to recover enough, but Minho clambered over your body to keep you down.

“Let me do everything, please. Wanna make you feel good.” He begged, hiking your knees around his hips to keep you close.

“Awe, our Ji must never let you have your fun, hm? You already made me feel so good, kitty. Can’t I help you now?”

“No, no,” you tasted yourself on his tongue as he pressed a deep kiss to your lips, sending a shock of arousal down to your core again. “Can’t wait that long. Can I have you? Please.”

“Okay, sweetheart. How do you want me?”

Only a guttural groan from within his chest resounded through the room when you gave permission. Taking one leg from his side, he flipped you onto your belly with ease and planted more teethy kisses down your spine. He cupped your ass with both hands and bit harder into the flesh there, on the verge of breaking skin but it felt too good, you couldn’t even be mad. But, perhaps Jisung would be, his plaything marking you up like this and claiming you as his own. That was a worry for later.

It was getting harder to focus as Minho’s tongue roamed closer and closer to your core again. With his big hands, he spread your ass cheeks wide, licking your cunt from behind and burying his face between. He took a little extra time to trace the outline of your clit and draw upwards towards your asshole, hardly grazing the rim and making you shudder and a shot of heat pool in your belly again. The goosebumps along your skin made him chuckle and press a bit harder for more of a reaction, and when you moaned, he pulled away.

You’d never been touched like that, let alone licked. It was new and strange but so comfortable with him, knowing exactly how to touch you and just how to get you to melt. You almost stopped his fingers from entering your cunt again just to ask how the hell he did that because fuck, you wanted him to do it again.

But Minho moved on, circling his fingers at your wet hole to simply play with you, listening intently to the way your walls squelched and sucked him in. He seemed to have a fascination with your pussy, like he was entranced by a spell that couldn’t stop him from staring.

“Use your freedom while you have it, pretty kitty,” you snapped his attention back to the throbbing in his lower half and he almost cried at how hard his cock throbbed.

Placing a kiss and a lick to your pussy, Minho sat up and pushed your legs together, fisting his dick slowly to take in the sight of you. Looking over your shoulder as best as you could to see him, but his hand was planted in the middle of your back and pinching your skin lightly whenever you tried to get a better look. You were so easily controlled this way, nowhere to run and no way to see what was coming.

Spreading your ass again, Minho let the tip of his cock only prod at your asshole to see what would happen. You shivered and whimpered at the foreign sensation, but mewled louder when he traversed down to press at your cunt, bluntly pushing forward so slowly that you felt every inch of his cock stretching you so wonderfully. He felt different from Jisung, but just as good. While Jisung had length on his side, Minho had girth, it was hard to keep your cunt from clenching as you took him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck– oh god,” he muttered, “baby was right. So fucking tight.”

“Ah– easy, sweetheart.” You dug your hands into the mattress and gripped the sheets.

Minho sat up straight and adjusted his posture, knees on either side of your hips and using your ass as leverage to thrust shallowly, experimentally. A high pitched whine left him while a muffled cry came from you. It didn’t take long for him to find a slow but steady pace, knowing he’d blow early if he went too fast. But it only made you want to tease all the more.

“Such a big cock. Don’t know how to use it, do you kitty?”

“I– I do!” He pleaded.

“Show me, then. Please me.”

His hands moved to plant next to your head and his chest pressing against your back, trapping you. Wide spread his legs, full body weight in his hips, Minho pulled out further and slammed back into you. The clap of skin on skin was encouraging, as was the moan you let out. And he’d lost all resolve after that, letting gravity do the work to rock you into the bed with every stroke, both your bodies practically bouncing with how hard he pounded. The slapping sounds bounced off the walls, out the open windows and you had to say, you were proud of how pretty he sounded. You were building another high just listening to him, but could tell he was ready to blow.

You demanded he pick up the pace, “louder, kitty. Cry for me louder.”

He did, no longer holding back any noise that wanted to fall from his lips. As he lost the reins on his self control, Minho started growing sloppy, murmuring about how sweet you felt, how perfect you felt snug around his cock. “Gonna cum, fuck, so close–”

“Hold it. Wanna cum with you,” you called behind you as best as you could, even with the motions making your voice bounce. Minho understood, keeping rhythm as he sat back again on his hunches to use the strength of his thighs to continue moving. He elevated your hips just enough to change the angle, letting him slip somehow deeper and kiss your cervix so deliciously.

He was getting impatient, thrusts growing shallow as he got closer to his high. Despite not truly following orders, his neediness was helping you along to your own, the repeated quick prods to your sensitive spots was teetering you on the edge, crying his name when he hit it exceptionally good and made the bubble in your gut burst to suffocate you in blissful warmth. You knew he was still using you to achieve his orgasm, it only prolonged yours to milk him to completion.

Minho collapsed on top of you not even a minute later and didn’t move, keeping your hole plugged and soiled. It took more than a while for the both of you to regain your breaths, your arms spread across the mattress and Minho tracing mindless patterns along them. “I can hear your heartbeat,” he whispered.

“I can feel yours,” you whispered back.

He rolled over eventually, taking you with him to lay on your sides spooning, sweaty and sticky but fulfilled in more ways than one. His leg thrown over your hip, you held his hands to your chest tightly, feeling enveloped in warmth as Minho planted gentle kisses to the back of your neck and shoulder.

“Can’t wait to do that again in the morning.” Your admittance made him laugh and kiss your cheek. 

Minho snuggled in closer, “can’t wait to wake up to you every morning.”

You’d spoken it into existence and went another round as soon as the two of you were coherent enough, though this time it was much slower. He was still somehow inside of you when you’d woken up to the sun beginning to rise. Feeling him grow hard already within your walls was another new experience that felt beyond amazing. Morning haze made your body numb and sensitive at the same time, his warm lips raise goosebumps all over again as he reached his hand around to graze your puffy clit.

It only took a few fond touches to get you wet and ready, though of course neither of you stopped there.

“I’ll never get tired of kissing you,” he muttered into your hair. “Smell so good, fit so perfect around me.”

Minho was even touchier than last night somehow, his hands never stopping finding a new part of your body to love. Your hips, your thighs, belly, love handles, chest, he even found a way to make your ankles feel sexy as he lifted your leg and met the joint half way in the air to place a kiss to.

The morning was spent in bed with him lazily thrusting into you from behind and caressing every bit of your body followed by unfiltered words as he came across it, annotating you like a good book. But a good book should always be accompanied by good music, his fingers strumming your center until you cried out a melody that would play in his head on repeat for ages. And you were filled to the brim once more, held so tightly and so loved that it felt impossible either one of you had ever been broken in the first place. There was just one piece missing.

But not to worry, he had burst through the door with almost comedic timing, seed seeping from your hole as he greeted the two of you.

“Awe, damn it. I missed out on the fun!” Jisung slumped, stripping his shirt and pants off and joining you and Minho in bed completely unphased by what had just happened. “We need a bigger bed,” he gave you a kiss on the forehead and one to Minho as well before taking up the space in front of you.

“She said we’re blanket stealers and wants to sleep on the edge,” Minho threw you under the bus before you’d even gotten to greet the blonde lying next to you.

“We’re what?!”

Their reaction was identical. “Be happy I don’t mind that you both also snore. Can I take a shower before you start attacking my sleeping preferences?”

“No! You sleep in the middle. Just like this,” Jisung copied Minho by tossing a leg over your torso and caging you between their bodies. You felt them interlock hands and rest it on your hip like another lovely hello.

“Why didn’t you stay?” You asked softly.

“Had a few errands to run,” the blonde eased your worries.

You reached your top hand back to run through Minho’s messy hair and the other dragging Jisung in closer by the chin, kissing his lips and humming. It was comfortable, so comfortable that your heart started to race and you wanted to hang your head out the window to scream to the world how in love you were and how you hoped everyone would look at you and feel jealous because of how much they loved you back. Was it petty? Yes. But you couldn’t help it, you were sickeningly happy and wanted everyone in the world to know.

With Jisung right in your face, you spoke, “I know I’m on birth control, but can one of you buy me a plan B? I just got double cum dumped and feel it sticking–”

“Double?!” Jisung yelled and sat up, looking over you at Minho. The older nodded yes to your question and pointed to where your bodies were still joined and held up two fingers, his cock flaccid now and doing very little to keep any fluids in. Looking closer, Jisung noticed the bruises covering your body and suddenly relaxed.

A mischievous grin replaced his jealousy. “Pup, I know I said you could do whatever you wanted to him. But I don’t see a single mark on him.” You looked behind you at Minho who attempted to hide his face in your hair. “Why don’t we go take a shower and change that?”

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A/N: took me a sec to post this part...had a lot going on but we here now!!! and the character plot miiiight've gotten a bit lost but I'll make up for it in part 3 I promise!! so pleeeeease stick around for that it'll be worth it ;)

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Julian caring for a partner with anxiety

(Because I currently have really bad anxiety and I need this)

(relevant screenshot lmao)

Julian gently coaxing you out of bed when you wake up paralyzed with fear. While you’re taking deep breaths in an attempt to slow your racing heart upon waking up, he places a hand on your shoulder, whispering encouraging words to you before he gets ready. He knows it’s not easy, but he has every faith in you that you’ll be able to find the courage to get out of bed. (plus, it’s better than lying around)

The first time you had a panic attack around him, it nearly gave him a heart attack until you eventually explained that it’s just one of the pesky ways your anxiety manifested. Knowing you weren’t going to drop dead from cardiac arrest was a relief, and you both soon found ways where he could aid you when things began to become overwhelming. These days, he’s better able to notice the signs of one coming on. He’s in full doctor mode, helping you control your breathing, speaking to you gently, getting you to turn your focus to something else. 

More under the cut

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Somewhere along the way he noticed that letting you hold his hand helped ground you quickly as well, and he’s more than happy to offer them. When you do reach out to hold him, his grip is always warm, steadying, a little soothing even. It helps you from floating too far off the ground, so to speak.

He's more than happy to accompany you when running errands. He once offered to help run them for you, but you tell him you're actually worse off left alone with your thoughts and enjoy his company. He does have to remember to slow down when walking, though.

When you’re not as anxious and a little more functional, he keeps your mind off your worries by doing what he does best- being a chatterbox. Tall tales to keep you engaged? He’s got it. Gossip from the Rowdy Raven? Ohhh, wait till you hear what new cocktails Barth’s coming up with now! You two spend hours idly chatting back and forth, and what do you know? Hardly an anxious thought, or at least, you’re better able to keep them at bay with him around.

Anxiety is known to cause tummy troubles, and this is something our dear doctor has a little more expertise in, seeing as it’s on the physical side of things. The experience he’s gained from dealing with patients with similar issues has led him to be able to help you manage your symptoms.

Nausea? He has a little vial of peppermint oil on standby, something he learned from his own apprenticeship. Those odours from festering wounds are no joke, it’s saved his own senses from time to time while operating.

Appetite loss? He often forgets to eat himself, but he always reminds you to at least have a snack if you can. A cookie, some toast, literally anything as long as you can stomach it. At times like these he also pesters Portia and/or Mazelinka for advice. Suffice it to say they’re both happy to help too. He’s not a great cook, but if he has time in the mornings he might prepare some oatmeal. Something digestible and easy to eat. It helps that the noises from the kitchen and his humming also help settle you down in the morning.

He’s sure to keep anything caffeinated away from you. You do chide him a little for treating you like a child, and he immediately apologises for doing so, but in all fairness, maybe having the high strength coffee out of reach for a while is a good idea. No one needs a caffeine-induced spiral. Just to get back at him, you also end up hiding the coffee bean stash from his prying eye(s). 

Come night time however, and that’s when you’re simultaneously the least and most worried. Physically, you’re as calm as calm can be. Mentally, however? You dread going to bed. Because that either means nightmares, disturbed sleep, waking up in the morning all anxious again, or likely a mix of all three.

You confide in him about your worries, and while there isn’t anything he can do to prevent them, he does promise you his support. After all, you were there for him when he had troubled nights himself, weren’t you?

He’s not a very heavy sleeper himself, and he feels you tossing and turning around in bed almost immediately. Be it a nightmare, or simply your mind forcing you awake, it’s an arduous task for you to try and return to sleep. The moment you turn your back to face him in bed, he’s looking at you with concern and empathy and holds you close (with your permission, of course).

The warmth and pressure of his embrace is nearly enough for your racing heart to return to normal. You utter a muffled apology, but he soon shuts it down. It’s not your fault, and it’s not a burden on him either. He simply just wants to see you alright again. Plus, now he gets to fret over you a little, and it delights him ever so slightly that he gets to feel a little useful while taking care of you. After more whispered affirmations and him gently playing with your hair, you soon drift off to sleep again.

Bonus for the artists out there:

One of the other things that you’ve been doing to keep your anxious thoughts at bay was with art. It helps keep your mind focused on something in the moment. Recently, Julian has become your muse of choice. Seeing your beloved come to life on the page/canvas has the added effect of relaxing you further, in fact. Julian is obviously incredibly flattered upon finding out. Tears of joy well up in his eyes, he never thought that he would one day be anyone’s source of comfort, let alone yours. He hopes to continue being that guiding light in the dark for you, as you have been for him.

[bluemoonscape]

While I'm on my Hannibal essay bullshit, here's a copy/paste (plus images) from a response I had to this post that I wanted to get out there in its own post regarding the symbolic differences between the stag and the stag man:

I interpret the main difference as one representing Will’s Becoming and the other representing Will slowly learning Hannibal’s darkness—and then his humanity.

The stag initially appears as a symbol for Will’s “madness” due to his encephalitis in Season 1, with the scene of the antlers on fire being the most obvious indicator to me as well as how he seems less in control of it in this season. He sees it wandering around and he’s afraid of it. He’s afraid of what he’s seeing and why. He’s unable to control its actions. It’s out of his hands.

But in Season 2, he gains control of it. In the dream he has of killing Hannibal, he uses the stag to achieve this end. When he’s in the head of Randall Tier, the stag is with him and once again, it kills on his command.

What was originally madness, a frenzied spiral into darkness with no say in where he landed, becomes more of what I view as a “controlled descent” in Season 2. He is fully aware of his actions. He often seems to excuse his darker actions and inclinations “I need to do this because ____” blank being any number of things such as his job, a “righteous” purpose, his seduction of Hannibal to catch him, or Hannibal’s own seduction of him and influence on him. I think that could be why the stag sometimes feels confused with a symbol of Hannibal. It’s Will, but he’s not telling himself that. He’s trying to convince himself it isn’t his nature. He HAS to do it. He doesn’t enjoy it. He needs to tell himself he doesn’t enjoy it.

As for stag man, Wendi darling, that’s been explained really well in recent posts, but to lay out my thoughts, it’s Will’s association for Hannibal moving forward and backward, the teacup shattering and then coming back together. He doesn’t see it until about the end of Season 1, during the scene where he confronts Hannibal and is shot in the shoulder by Jack:

Before then, it’s the stag. In the “did you just smell me?” scene, Will’s intuition is trying to tell him in his compromised mental state what Hannibal is. The stag statue is directly linked to him seeing the stag, and the stag is his own darkness steadily being stripped bare by Hannibal’s influence on him, which he doesn’t yet recognize. Only when he unravels the truth of Hannibal’s darkness does he see the stag man, and as mentioned, he doesn’t see it anymore after Mizumono. After Hannibal’s betrayal of Will in S1, Will convinces himself (understandably) that Hannibal doesn’t care about him. He’s using him. He was never his friend and all he wants from Will is a show, wind him up and watch him go. Mizumono proves him wrong on a fundamental, inescapable level. He wasn’t aware of the humanity and love Hannibal could possess until that moment, so his view of him as a monster shatters the moment he recognizes it. What I love about each season finale is how every final episode can represent a new crucial realization in Hannibal and Will’s relationship; S1 is Will realizing Hannibal’s darkness, S2 is Will finding Hannibal’s humanity again in the cruelest of circumstances, and S3 is him reconciling the two and letting himself accept both—letting himself accept Hannibal and himself as an extent.

This is largely open to interpretation, but those are my thoughts on the stag vs. the stag man and what they represent in the story. We watch the show from Will’s perspective, a notoriously unreliable narrator, so it makes sense that associations would get mixed up in his head, causing the viewer to become confused, too. That said, they are two distinct entities in the story and represent two distinct elements in the story: Will’s Becoming in relation to his bond with Hannibal and Hannibal’s darker traits juxtaposing his humanity, as viewed through Will’s eyes...

...hence why they can often be seen in direct opposition to one another, like the dream sequence in Shiizakana.

[the-modern-typewriter]

Could you maybe do something about a villain whose magic/power only allows them to amplify others, maybe resenting their seemingly universe-given duty to be a helper or just using it in manipulative ways? A hero with a power they also resent and wouldn't want to be amplified, making playing off it a low blow, perhaps? Idk, the plot dust bunny came to mind and made me think of you. Thanks!

Given Isaac's power in my novel The God Key is amplification, and his whole thing is being terrified of what he might amplify...I couldn't not think of an evil Isaac The God Key AU. Sorry, not sorry. You don't have to have read the book to understand the following snippet. I just couldn't not. I'm only human. I am weak.

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"Stay back." Gabriel's telepathy shot through the room like daggers, but his voice cracked. It turned the words into a plea.

Isaac stopped. He put his hands, still mercifully gloved, in the air in a show of no-threat.

As if Isaac was ever not a threat.

"I missed you, you know," Isaac said. "You let me think you were dead."

Gabriel swallowed hard at the words. His gaze roamed, treacherously, over Isaac's familiar face. The way that his lips curled in so lovely, so gentle, a smile.

"I think you missed me too," Isaac continued. "I don't have to be a telepath to read the look on your face when I first walked in. The need."

"I don't need you." It was an absolute, hideous lie. It always had been. Sure, he needed Isaac. But could he have him? No. Not when every touch, every kiss, sent his telepathy spiralling out of his control to control everyone else instead. Whenever he was with Isaac, people always got hurt. Isaac always ended up getting his way, because Gabriel loved him, and he didn't think until after that maybe he shouldn't have done that.

He'd never wanted to be a controlling thing.

He'd ran.

Isaac's smile grew a little more, even as it gained a pitying edge at so pitiful an attempt at subterfuge.

Gabriel squeezed his eyes closed, but it didn't stop him seeing that smile in head. It didn't stop the fish hooks of Isaac's emotions from capturing his every nerve ending, dragging him along, sweeping him up. He staggered a step forward, aching to touch, to feel that rush of power, before clutching hold of a wall to steady himself.

No. No.

Memories flashed through his head. First kisses. First meetings. The tentative webs of manipulation, that had felt, at first, like being wanted. Wanted despite what he was. Wanted despite what he could do. He hadn't wanted to see. It had been so nice not to see.

"Tell me you missed me too, Gabriel," Isaac said. His smile was nothing like the shy thing it had been when they first met now. "Didn't you once tell me that people lie too much?"

"I missed you." The confession ripped out of him, as if Isaac were the telepath, as if he wasn't just the boy who could set the world on fire with a touch of his hand.

Isaac laughed. Delighted. Just a little mocking.

This was why Gabriel stayed away from people. It was safer. He knew who he was, what he thought, without them when they weren't there.

He knew who he was without Isaac. Didn't he? Everything he'd ever dreamed of wasn't just Isaac's dream, Isaac's desperation and plans, swallowing him up.

"I can make it go quiet for you. I can make the whole world shut up. Don't you want that?" Isaac's voice was still so unbearably gentle. "Don't you want to make the voices, the clamouring, just shut up? Don't you want someone else to be in control for once?"

"How did you even find me?"

"Found someone who was good at finding people. Touched them." Isaac shrugged, carelessly. "Ding, ding, ding goes the treasure map."

This close, the sound of Isaac - of everything - was deafening. A tidal wave of memories. Of Isaac's want, of Isaac's need, flooding through his every nerve ending. It was Isaac's, wasn't it? Gabriel thought it was. He hoped it was.

God, he had no idea. Who could possibly know, with a thousand voices in their head, which one was theirs?

All he knew was that, whoever the emotions had once belonged to, he wanted. He ached.

When he opened his eyes, Isaac was right in front of him and it felt dizzyingly right and dizzylingly wrong.

Gabriel jumped.

"Don't say a word," Isaac warned. His attention bore into Gabriel, luminous, blinding all common sense. He wrapped his fingers, oh so slowly, around Gabriel's wrist, dragging him closer. "You're not going to make me take my gloves off, are you? Think of all those people out there. You'd destroy them."

"Not me. You'd-"

"Gabriel." Isaac smiled again. "It's not my telepathy, is it? I may have to amplify," his smile gained livid teeth, "but it's still you."

Gabriel exhaled a shaky breath, a whimper caught somewhere in his throat.

Isaac's gaze roamed over his mouth, over his lips, like he wanted to devour up the sound.

"Don't," Gabriel said. "I'll do whatever you want - just - don't - please don't touch me. I don't want to hurt anyone."

It would be worse than mind control. It would be minds melting, cracking open. So many screams. No time to even think.

Isaac pouted. His eyes gleamed, at terrible odds with the expression. They hadn't always been like that. Had they? It hadn't always been...

"Whatever I want?" Isaac echoed. He leaned down, to speak terrifyingly close to Gabriel's ear. Gabriel froze. "Now you're getting it. Such a good ex fucking boyfriend, aren't you?"

Gabriel shivered.

Isaac pulled back, but didn't let go.

"Come."

[kewltie]

bkdk au where katsuki is a burnt out superstar spiraling out of control and izuku his v good at managing disaster & when ppl are the worst, he's at his BEST so he's tasked to help katsuki regain his crown except an hour within meeting each other katsuki already fired him THREE TIMES.

izuku is soft spoken, detail orientated, and weirdly clumsy but sincere. he's the opposite of a corporate shill trying to squeeze whatever money is left out of katsuki's fame and fortune. he actually cares and wants the best for katsuki and KATSUKI CANT EVEN BULLY HIM TO QUIT. katsuki grew up in the limelight. both his parents are famous designers so he used to be a child model, then a child star, and then A SUPERSTAR and his face was plastered everywhere. he been in the spotlight all his life and it’s searing.

katsuki's vice isn't drinking or smoking etc bc he's not fucking stupid enough to touch that shit but it's his volatile temper and his inability to work under and with ppl. he's his worst critic bc he holds himself to ridiculous high standards and expect everyone to be the same. he would set filming back for hours, DAYS even, just for retakes but he's unhappy with his performance or his partner. he'll fight with the director and coworkers bc their vision doesnt align so ppl start accusing him of making it a toxic work environment, his violent tantrums, and how he's impossible to WORK with and how he mistreats his coworkers and the other staff members. someone even leaked to the gossip rags that katsuki threw an equipment at a staff once in anger.

which led to a floodgate of BAKUGOU KATSUKI'S STORIES how he is so difficult to work with, how toxic he is, and how nobody want to work with him even after the story about him throwing stuff at a staff was proven false but damaged to his reputation was done. he was ostracized.

katsuki just brushed it off that he doesnt care even though acting is all he ever wanted and even though many the stories were lies, HE WAS AN ASSHOLE and difficult and hold ppl to ridiculous high standards and loses his temper so easily so yea he fell in to a rut until izuku who is v v v good at being his best when ppl are at the worst which means he's great at cleaning up messes and somehow amidst the thunderous and violent storm of that katsuki rages, izuku always find his peace and can juggle katsuki's anger and his anal perfectionism with ease.

katsuki has anger issues and even though he's going to therapy for it, he has a hard time controlling his outburst and that's scary for most ppl bc they think he's capable of much violence from what they heard even though there's never been a proven story that he ever HIT anyone. izuku is mild-manner and v sweet. he's polite to everyone he interacts with and is very kind to the employees but he's also reckless to the point of stupid sometimes that he has no qualm snapping back at katsuki bc he knows in his heart that katsuki's bark is worse than his bite.

izuku has watched katsuki's grow up on screen & news. he seen all his movies & dramas. bought all his magazine covers. he knows a star when he sees one. katsuki was made for the screen, to be up the among the stars, shinning brighter than everyone but he got to fix himself first. even though katsuki has all the talent and skill but it doesnt mean he can get away with treating ppl like shit and his loner only-i-can-do-it is not helping him gaining any friends and allies in the industry. being talented is no excuse for being a piece of shit to others.

izuku admires katsuki deeply and sees so much potential in him but katsuki has to turn his attitude around first and out of katsuki's own volition. izuku can encourage him but he cant force him to change for the better. this is something katsuki has to realize on his own. izuku didn't single-handedly make katsuki a better person, he's the initial kickstart that made it possible but all the effort is on katsuki he wants to do better, to be better. to fixed all his broken relationships and repair his mistakes bc he wants to prove everyone wrong. but more importantly he wants to go be good to prove it to himself that he's worthy to stand at the top and be the person who is worthy of izuku's love and admiration all the while the world hyper scrutinizing his every move and ready to tear him him apart if he make one slip up.

like katsuki doesnt being an ASSHOLE lol he's still brisk and blunt with ppl but when he feels like he's going to lose it, he takes a step back, breathes and immediately look for izuku. izuku will smile encouragingly at him and suddenly all the loud noises in his head quiet down.

izuku becomes his emotional crutch. he always there on every set of every commercials shoots, TV, and films. it becomes known that you cant hire katsuki w/o izuku there watching over him. they call izuku his tamer/wrangler as thought katsuki is a wild animal and izuku hates it. bc he knows katsuki is trying his best & he has his mood and temper but he making a lot of effort to not fall back into the horrible person he was once so yea, izuku isn't TAMING katsuki one bit but ppl like that narrative better then the thought of katsuki being a change person.

it's not like katsuki less of an asshole tho. he still fight w ppl and say asshole things like firing izuku five times this month bc they couldnt agree on his schedule and bc izuku refused to give katsuki a key to his apartment even though izuku has his phone AND key to his house. izuku can freely go in/out of katsuki's house and izuku has access his phone bc they have nothing to hide. izuku go wherever katsuki go and when they answer someone request it's always "we do this" or "we'll think about it" bc they're one unit and are married w/o marriage part.

it's kinda codependent how much their life are intertwined with each other that katsuki cant work w/o izuku there and izuku spend literally every part of his day with katsuki no day off; no vacation; no life outside of katsuki. their name and life are so bound, it's... unhealthy. even when katsuki is one his way to the pinnacle of his career again and he's the new comeback king, izuku feels uneasy bc he feels like he's holding katsuki back bc bc ppl are like YOU CHANGED HIM, YOU MADE HIM BETTER, YOU DID THIS, oh what would bakugou be w/o you there to help, completely dismissing katsuki's efforts bc izuku can schedule all the appts he want w katsuki's therapist and try to get him there but it's katsuki who has to actually SHOW UP and actually work with the therapist to improve his temper and behavior and try to be the better person.

he also realizes that katsuki relies on him too much that as his emotional crutch and that izuku felt good to be needed like that, that izuku has issues to work on that his sense of self worth is tied up in how much he can do for katsuki and how much katsuki needs him. this is why izuku likes this kind of manager job bc in the midst of all this chaos, izuku can find his calm and feels a sense of value to himself when he can solve and fix things for others. that he's only good when he can do something FOR THEM not bc he himself is worthy.

so when during at the height of katsuki's career, izuku packed up and completely disapepar one day, while leaving katsuki with a new manager, new and very good jobs opportunities with the best director and scripts, and planed out literally a year of schedule ahead for katsuki. izuku go on his long waited vacation that he rightfully deserved after working for katsuki W NO DAY OFF for literally almost 3yrs. he traveled the world, sight sees, learn about new cultures and himself and rediscover the person he can and is without the attachment of Katsuki. while katsuki ages bc izuku is gone and it was fucking rough for him that first month w/o katsuki and it's like he fell back to dark time where his emotions cant be contain and he lashes out but with the help of his friends and family, katsuki slowly gets a grip of himself. w pure spite like he's trying to prove something to the world that he CAN LIVE W/O IZUKU, he can be this better version of himself w/o izuku handholding him and HE CAN!!! his career shoots off and he's improving and doing so much better and ppl stop bringing izuku up around him.

katsuki is thriving and living his life w/o izuku there. his career is doing amazing and his reputation is nearly salvagable now but even when he's doing perfectly w/o izuku and prove to everyone and himself that DOESN'T NEED IZUKU, he realizes that he WANTS IZUKU rather. he doesn't need izuku to fix him, to make him better, but he want izuku as a part of his life bc he loves izuku and wants him there in every space that he occupied. he wants izuku deeply and profoundly in a way that all the fame, trophies, awards, and money can't ever give him.

so instead of searching for izuku and force him to come back to him, he make izuku COME TO HIM out of his own free will by making a movie w izuku's favorite director and picking izuku's favorite script and making a fucking film dedicated TO IZUKU that only izuku can see. he finds a way to get the movie premier ticket to izuku's hand and izuku stares at the invitation and doesnt know if he should or how to answer it. like all these past months w/o him there, he saw katsuki's career took off and how he able to stand on his own two feet w/o izuku. he doesnt need izuku anymore. maybe he never needed izuku in the first place and it's heartbreaking bc it like katsuki is moving on w/o him but here is this invitation and it's calling him to come back. he doesnt know if he should but izuku always put his job first, others first.

so maybe it's time to be a little selfish and get what he wants because through traveling the world, izuku finds there's so much to see and experience but everytime he turn around and want to point out something amazing, he calls out katsuki name and realizes he's not there. izuku is content with himself but he NOT HAPPY bc katsuki isn't there with him bc being with katsuki makes him stupidly and ridiculously happy even though when it wasnt healthy that time, he misses katsuki so deeply it hurts. he wants katsuki to be there with him to exp life. so even when he knows katsuki is better off w/o him, izuku decides to be selfish once in his life and takes that invitation and go see katsuki in his new movie except when he arrives at the theater; there's nobody else but him. it's like this place is rented out just for him.

he watches the movie; it a short film that he and katsuki had seen a hundred times bc it's by their favorite actor turned director toshinori yagi. katsuki is monologuing izuku's favorite scene from the movie and it always make him teary and katuski made fun of him for it lol. but now katsuki is acting out his favorite scene and izuku IS CRYING AGAIN but nobody is there to tease him. he's WEEPING EVEN HARDER bc katsuki on screen is so, so fucking good delivering the lines like a fucking punch in the heart and-and he cant believe he stupidly walk AWAY.

"i-i miss you so much, kacchan," izuku mumbles to the screen and suddenly a familiar voice enters his ear.

"say that to my fucking face, stupid," katsuki says, appearing out of the darkness and nearly scaring izuku to shit but omfg izuku being honest with himself FOR ONCE.

katsuki is like be selfish with me, tell me what you want and izuku weeps and chokes up as he confess i want you. KATSUKI breathes a sigh of relieve bc fuck he wants this more badly than he wants anything else in the world and now they're FINALLY agreeing on something.

"i want you to work for me," katsuki says because he's an asshole and just as izuku about to shoot him a glare bc he's NOT WORKING for katsuki. they're not going down that road again. "as my boyfriend, dumbass," he scolds him bc he's also a dumbass who is bad w/ words lmao

izuku hiccups and smiles through tears. "what would you pay me with then?"

"my body," he grumbles and izuku goes red bc they're dumb and in love and now izuku can be katsuki's bf w/o worrying about unhealthy work dynamic that comes with their deep attachment to each other.

it started with izuku being katsuki's emotional crutch and his sense of self worth being tied to how much katsuki's need him, and them realizing it's FUCKING unhealthy so they separate, grow independent and realizing they're ok w/o each other but are more HAPPY TOGETHER.

[klbwriting]

Broken Prism

Chapter 12

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Toddxfemale!Reader

Warnings: and we're back to violence

Summary: Jason spirals

Note: this chapter is shorter than what I've been doing but I felt it was important to let Jason have this one

You hadn't expected Jason to keep a regular schedule, to come see you or contact you everyday. Hell you didn't even have a phone number for him. What you didn't expect was for him to disappear for six months.

Jason hadn't meant to vanish from YN's life. He had meant to come back right after Two-Face's bank heist, expected that he would be one step closer to gaining the guy's territory once he stopped his cash flow. He knew Two-Face was desperate though, his funds were running dangerously low and Jason had been able to buy some guys in his crew due to lack of paychecks. It was going to make the bank job easy, until Jason arrived, stalking through the upper offices of the building, getting into position. Then he heard it. Laughter, very familiar laughter wafting through the large open room below.

"Well, well, well, it seems like my traps are working!" Joker said, clapping his hands. Jason forced himself to peer over the ledge of the balcony into the main bank room below. Two-Face was with Joker, balloons surrounding the room. They were probably fully of poison gas. At the sight of Joker Jason felt the air leave his lungs. He couldn't inhale, nothing happened. His heart raced. He had to get out of there. He ran out the way he'd come in, glad he hadn't had any other guys on this job with him, he would have lost a lot of ground looking like this much of a coward. As he flew above the streets of Gotham he was haunted by laughter, feeling like it was chasing him. He kept glancing back, expecting to see a stark white face and green hair, a flash of purple before he was hit with a crowbar. Or maybe just shot because a fitting end to Jason Todd would be being shot on a rooftop, probably with one of his own guns, never to be found.

He had been about to climb in your window and wait for YN to get back from wherever she was when he heard a scream nearby. He panicked, thinking it might be her screaming so he booked it to the alley it was coming from. He could see it wasn't YN being attacked but he jumped down anyway, the pit rage rising. He grabbed the guy off the woman and she ran, and Jason started throwing punches. He didn't stop. He couldn't stop. By the time he was done he was pretty sure the person who found the body was going to need therapy for life. He couldn't do this. He couldn't be spiraling, but he was. He took off again, once again finding his childhood home and curling up fetal on the mattress in his old room. He couldn't hear anything but the laugh, felt like someone was stabbing him with little pins all over his body, he wasn't sure he would ever be able to breath again. He was weak, he was pathetic, he couldn't handle this, he couldn't protect YN when at any moment he might spiral again. She was better off with her memory, their one good night together, that was enough. It would be enough for him, wouldn't it?

By the time Jason had recovered enough to start doing real work again, not just surviving in that little room, Two-Face had been apprehended by the GCPD and he swooped in to take over the Bowery and East End full. Greasing some palms in the rest of North Gotham meant he had complete control over the area. It would keep him busy running that, planning his next attack, probably on Penguin's territory, that would give him almost unlimited funds. He could forget about her, throw himself into work. Maybe even figure himself out enough that he could talk to her again.

Batman would shockingly be the person to push Jason back in YN's world again. They found each other while Jason was busting a sex trafficking ring, and Batman was doing the same. He seemed surprised to see Jason when he came into the office of the head pimp after taking care of guards keeping the very young women captive. Jason had just gotten the guy under control, gun to his head when Batman barged in, knocking the door off its hinges. Jason looked up and the pimp took advantage, shoving at Red Hood and running towards Batman, like he would save him. Jason fired, hitting the guy right in the heart before he even get halfway across the room.

"No!" Batman said as the guy fell dead before him.

"No? No! Why in the fuck do you care if that guy is dead?" Jason asked, disgusted. "Those girls down there? None of them are even old enough to graduate high school and you care that this shithead is dead?" He shook his head.

"You know we don't kill," Batman said. Jason rolled his eyes, knowing Batman couldn't see it.

"You mean you let murderers and rapists live. I kill the bad guys," he answered. He was about to jump out the window when Batman spoke, taking a step towards him.

"She misses you," Batman said and Jason froze. He stepped back into the room and turned, gun aiming at Bruce.

"Don't you talk about her," he snarled. Batman was unfazed. The bullet wouldn't kill him, but it would hurt like a bitch at least. "You of all people know that they are better off without us."

"I don't know about that," Batman replied. "You are clearly having some kind of neurotic episode, probably because of the trauma of your death. Did seeing Joker really send you spiraling this far out of control?" Jason growled. Of course Batman knew about that, knew everything, he always did. "And if I have learned anything from both Nightwing and Robin finding their soulmates its that the right person is the only thing that truly keeps you strong and sane." Jason didn't know why he was still standing there. Maybe he was wanting to hear this, wanting to get permission to find YN again. He didn't want to be selfish and keep her close only for himself though. He hadn't been able to get that laugh out of his head and he knew that the only person to clear it away was YN but he didn't want that to be the reason he found her. The reason she suffered just because he needed her chase away nightmares.

"She doesn't need me making her life miserable," Jason said, finally lowering the gun and slumping a little. Batman shook his head and tentatively took a step forward. When Jason didn't shoot he walked over and put a hand on Red Hood's shoulder. Jason hated to admit it but he liked the feeling. It reminded him of when he was Robin and he had messed up, not violently, but just missed a step in a plan, was off on the throw of a batarang by an inch, missing the perpetrator, and Batman would comfort him, would actually be a father to him.

"Red Hood, she is absolutely miserable now, without you. And you know I've been watching. You're back to being ruthless, murdering, not just killing the bad guys. You don't do things like beat pickpockets to death in alleyways. You need each other. She's going to be at the Iceburgh Lounge tomorrow night getting some information about Penguin," Batman said, stepping back into the shadows. Jason sighed and looked down. When he looked up, as expected Batman was gone. Jason wondered how cold it was in hell knowing that Batman had just told him to go find a girlfriend.

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Pyrofics Masterlist (pyrophobia on AO3)

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Title: Inked Words: 15,286 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit Summary: Hongjoong wanted a back tattoo and Seonghwa agreed to help him with aftercare. Which meant months of showering together and daily back rubs that might've turned into a little something more.

Title: Calling Me Home (To You) Words: 65,629 Chapters: 7/7 Rating: Explicit Summary: Kim Hongjoong has devoted his life to rehabilitating mermaids and mermen back to their clans, going out of his way to support every aspect of the process he can, and wanting nothing more than to see them back to the sea that calls to them. Until he meets Park Seonghwa, a merman with a tragic past and a mysterious secret that teaches Hongjoong to find balance amid the rough waves that have sent them crashing into one another.

Title: Bound by Bullets Words: 108,809 Chapters: 12/12 Rating: Explicit Summary: Seonghwa, a gun dealer working for a licensed FFL holder, finds himself swept up in a world of illegal dealings after he became just a bit too curious about their favorite customer, Kim Hongjoong.

Title: Stay Here, Stay Near Words: 57,599 Chapters: 3/3 Rating: Explicit Summary: Hongjoong gets displaced after a fire in his apartment building, resulting in him being homeless over night. He turns to the only friends he can trust, Seonghwa and Yeosang, to help him out in his time of need, but his one concern is that the Omega, Seonghwa, is pregnant with another Alpha's child. Without many other options at such short notice, he reaches out to them, asking for their help until he can straighten things out with his insurance company, and they are happy to lend a hand for as long as Hongjoong needs, leaving the Alpha forever indebted to them. During his stay, he figures out a way to repay them.

Title: Filling In (Filling Up) Words: 60,874 Chapters: 3/3 Rating: Explicit Summary: Seonghwa started an OnlyFans while in university to help him and his roommate, Hongjoong, make ends meet, not anticipating his side-hustle to quickly spiral out of control, becoming his full-time job. His OnlyFans account gains him lucrative income, adoring fans, and a tight-knit team to help him grow even larger on the platform. But as time passes, Seonghwa is starting to get burnt out, and his manager suggests changing things up by doing a challenge going around the platform. The only problem is, it requires a partner, something Seonghwa has refused time and time again with the same excuses-he doesn't have a partner, he doesn't trust anyone, he is afraid a collaboration will go south-shooting the idea down for the nth time. Until one day his trusted photographer can't make it to their shoot, and Seonghwa is left to do it on his own, something he hasn't done in a while. But his roommate steps in, and offers to fill in for her last minute. Seonghwa is skeptical at first, since Hongjoong stays far, far removed from Seonghwa's profession, but when things go well-better than he could've imagined-Seonghwa doesn't see the harm in simply asking Hongjoong to help out a little more.

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Title: Nothing Beats the Real Thing Words: 21,648 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit Summary: Wooyoung hasn't been dicked down in a while after a bad breakup & is losing his fucking mind because dildos just aren't cutting it and he's spent so much money trying to find a dildo that comes even close to pleasing him like a real cock would because he's sworn off men after his dickwad of an ex, but it's hopeless... until his friends set him up on a blind date that turns out to be the cute florist whose shop he passes every day on his way to work and who sometimes offers him pretty flowers out of his arrangements. Originally Wooyoung writes him off as being too sweet, too soft, too perfect, but eventually San melts his heart and fulfills his fantasies.

Title: Getting Into the Swing of Things Words: 17,719 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit Summary: San is a club owner in need of a bartender for a VIP swingers party he hosts at his club every other Monday and Wooyoung volunteers for the extra pay, completely unaware what kind of swinger San was talking about, and finds himself catching the eyes of a few party goers, but one particular pair of eyes being none other than his boss, Choi San.

Title: Of Demons and Bee Gee Boards Words: 28,475 Chapters: 2/2 Rating: Explicit Summary: Wooyoung is a troubled university student by day, stripper by night, who jokingly summons a demon with his roommate, Yunho, and best friend, Yeosang, to fight his demons for him. What he doesn't expect is to summon San, a demon who can't stop annoying him with innuendos and corny jokes, who eventually does take care of him, but not how Wooyoung originally planned.

[anime-greek]

More clan AU! The parents with their children and their bonus info 👇

Suki “Turbo” Hamato

Raised as Leo and Usagi’s only child. She was only a few months old when Leo found her and recused her from the Foot Clan. Unable to find her original parents, Leo took her in as his own. She has been unaware of where her father found her for majority of her life. She was close to 2 yo when her cousins and aunt Venus were created by Donatello. Now 14, the others act like she is the youngest due to taking on her father’s carefree attitude and high praise of herself. This led to her always being the outcast of the family members, as well as her being the only human among them. She prefers to hang out with her parents and her uncles but is able to tolerate the others when time comes. She is also training to be a ninja alongside her cousins, however she is the most behind in terms of training and skills.

Mimmy Hamato

The eldest among Raph’s three children by only a month from her brother, Pochacco. Like her brothers, she is also a very passionate turtle but enjoys her training and fighting. She does have a bit of a temper and can easily get angered by her brothers, causing her to break several things in her fits of rage. She is more able to control said temper around others, her brothers just like to set her off and knows the right bottoms to push. She gets along with Venus the most and Frankie the least. She is more of a defensive fighter (a reason why she prefers her kubotan) and despite hating her brothers a lot, is super protective of them. She has a good relationship with her father and with his girlfriend, Mona. She learned how to sew like him and assist him when it comes to clothes or plushie repair, as is currently learning how to create garments for she can make all the outfits her hearts desires. Her species is a common snapping turtle.

Pochacco Hamato

Middle child of Raph’s children. He is often the mediator among all his siblings and cousins as he gets along with all of them pretty well and has a very sharp memory. He often sees everything that happens among his family and takes notice of even the smallest details. Despite being the most calm and most mature among the kids, he often self-doubts himself and second guess his actions a lot. He pushes down this self-doubt and tries his best to step up and take action when needed. Currently the only ones he does not really get along with is Frankie and Venus. With Venus, he does not like how she will treat others, especially Turbo. He often confronts her about this and she will often lie saying she’ll take heed of his words. With Frankie, he only just avoids him out of pure guilt due to what happened as children.Later on, Frankie will help him overcome his guilt and step up to his temporary leadership position; as well as unlock his ninpo. Pochacco uses two sais and is based off a black knobbed map turtle. Currently 13yo.

Lou Hamato

Is the youngest among Raph’s children. While growing up they were the top in training with Master Leo. They learned how to fight much faster and better than the rest, as well as memorized any move taught to them with ease. Defeating their cousins so easily, Lou started to gain an almost narcissistic view of themself and began to slack off in training, believing that they’ll still be the best fighter among them always. What they didn’t realize was the determination set by their cousins to learn and master techniques in any way possible. Thus, one by one his cousins slowly were able to defeat them in combat (aside from Frankie, who really didn’t care to learn ninjitsu). This secretly frustrated Lou. They attempted to get back into training, and even though they can still easily learn new fighting techniques, their cousins can still beat them. This will continually put them in a self-destructive spiral until a future plot point. Lou uses a katana and is based off a diamondback terrapin turtle. They are currently 13yo and is agender. (They/Them)

Vincent Hamato

Is 12yo and one of Mikey’s children. He is twins with Keith. Both of them are the only ones who kept the same birthday as their mutation day. He is seen constantly arguing with his twin brother over the smallest of things. This worried Mikey at first until it became quickly aware that it’s a weird game the two play. Chose a topic, pick a side (for or against it), and argue until the other runs out of ideas. It can be anything. Mikey isn’t sure how the two came up with the game but usually lets it slide since it improved their confrontation and confidence a lot compared to when they were children. Mikey does butt in if said argument brings others in and ruins an event. He is also able to tell if they’re fake arguing or really arguing about something, which he will come in and help solve the issue. Vincent is different than his twin in many ways. A major one is difference of way they heal themselves and others. Vincent prefers the old traditional way with herbs and spiritual medicine while Keith uses modern medicine and patching. He uses naginata and is based off an eastern box turtle.

Keith Hamato

Is Vincent’s twin. While growing up, he and Vincent didn’t enjoy the way the others horse play and thus became infatuated with their books and TV shows. Slowly Keith began getting into health books and anything remotely close to anatomy and how the body works. Vincent, on the other hand, became obsessed with mythology and natural remedies; fascinated that the people of old were able to heal with just the items around and within them. Vincent and Keith often fought over what TV channel to watch, so they settled on reality television. This sparked their interest on creating debates out of nothing and thus began their little ongoing game of turning anything into an argument. Both he and Vincent also enjoy their share of comic books. It’s how Mikey met Mondo, his future partner. He uses a nagamaki and is based off a wood turtle.

Frank “Frankie” Hamato

Is Donnie’s only child. He easily obtained the same obsession of machines and computer science and loves playing and creating things out of anything; even garbage. He is the youngest out of all the turtles and is the only one who has not yet received his bandana. This is mostly due to his lack of care in learning ninjitsu and prefers creating robots or gadgets for his family members. Frankie is only really close with Turbo, as well as Shelldon, who is the main caretaker for him when Donnie is too busy. Donnie doesn’t allow him anywhere else without supervision. Donnie became kinda overprotective of his son after a shell cracking incident when he was around 5. He even created him a type of battle shell in case it happened again. The only extra stuff though is hold Shelldon and whatever parts of scrap Frankie finds. Frankie doesn’t like his father’s over-protectiveness at times and always complain to deaf ears. His species is Indian flap-shell turtle. He uses a tech bow with special arrows as his main weapon. He is also the first to unlock his ninpo, and later helps Pochacco unlock his. He is currently 12yo.

[dysfunctional-family-fight]

Round One

Tachibana Sakuya + Kamijou Mutsuki (Kamen Rider Blade) VS the Minyards+Nicky (All For the Game)

Tachibana Sakuya + Kamijou Mutsuki

Tachibana Sakuya (Kamen Rider Garren) and his son, Kamijou Mutsuki (Kamen Rider Leangle)

Propaganda:

"Tachibana was having a drug problem because his body was falling apart due to being Kamen Rider Garren, and then the spider killed his girlfriend Sayako. He had anger problems and took vengeance on the spider, eventually killing it so it could become a Kamen Rider transformation card. The teenager Kamijou Mutsuki was a classic case of his parents couldn't care less if he lived or died. They gave him food and water and told him to shut up and stop rebelling. He had angsty flashback over being abandoned in some school's locker as a baby??? Basically, the spider card possesses Mutsuki and through the (often violent) process of trying to get Mutsuki control of his body back, Tachibana sees a bit of himself in Mutsuki and decides to end the cycle of neglect. He takes Mutsuki under his wing and they fight together as Kamen Riders. Tachibana stops doing drugs, and he pays attention to Mutsuki, and Mutsuki gains the will to wrest control of himself back from the Spider. These two were so dysfunctional on their own, it's only by supporting each other that they manage to make it through hurculean struggles. Tachibana gets pulled outside of his grief spiral by paying attention to Mutsuki and unnumbs himself to the small joys the world offers. He also gets into significantly less fights with Kenzaki now. Mutsuki finally has a parental figure who listens to him. That's the most important part. But Tachibana would also block a critical blow for him which is so much more appreciation than Mutsuki's even prepared to handle." Note: edited for length, full submission here

The Minyards+Nicky

Members: Andrew Minyard, Aaron Minyard, and Nicky Hemmick

Propaganda:

"Andrew and Aaron are twins that were separated at birth because their mom decided she could only take care of one (she kept Aaron). Their mom is abusive and an addict so Aaron had a tough time growing up. Meanwhile, Andrew bounces from one nightmarish foster home to another for years, where he also gets abused multiple times. Andrew starts committing crimes to get out of these family situations. They find out about each other’s existence because a police officer mistook Aaron as Andrew and got them in touch with each other. Andrew wanted nothing to do with Aaron at first but eventually he lives with him and their mom until Andrew realizes Aaron is getting abused and kills their mom but anyway Nicky is their cousin and really is the glue to their family. He becomes their caretaker and even though neither of the twins show him any gratitude there is clearly love between them. All three of them end up on the same college team and enter a found family with the rest of their dysfunctional teammates. The twins hate each other but have also both killed for each other and want the best for each other. Also now they go to therapy together so they’re working on it okay? They’re all extremely flawed and have done deplorable things and I love them to bits!"

[cloudydays69]

what is Detroit Become Human?

I've only ever heard the name and seen you fawning over one of the characters but that's as far as my knowledge goes

GASP.

YOU WANNA KNOW ABOUT IT??? AAAAAAAAAAA OK. Beware that I'm going to ramble like an absolute madman.

SO, Detroit: Become Human is a single player, cinematic action adventure game developed and published by Quantic Dream. It was released on May 25th, 2018 as a PlayStation exclusive. (Tho! It was later brought to Steam on June 18th, 2020.) It is a choice heavy game, so whatever choices and decisions you make in the game affects the story and characters around you!!

The story takes place in the city of Detroit, set in the near future of 2038. A company called CyberLife has developed and manufactured the usage of Androids, designed and created to live along with humans as their "assistants"; When in all actuality, they're treated as their servants and or slaves, something lesser than the humans.

There are many different models and functionalities for the androids!! Some are specifically designed to work as household assistants, detectives, store managers, botanists, construction workers; You name it. (Hehe the ones highlighted in bold is a hint for later LMAO)

Uh anyways!!

Everything seems to be normal until some androids start behaving "differently" than what they were programmed to do and think. The androids are starting to gain sentience. They were becoming more self aware of their abuse and mistreatment in society.. It's as if they were "alive" in a sense. Everything starts to spiral out of control from there if you couldn't already tell. With more and more cases of Androids going "deviant" all across cities in the US, this leads us to....

THE PROTAGONISTS!! :3

NOW!! In the game you get to control and play as the three main protagonists, Connor, Kara and lastly, Markus. (who in my opinion is actually SUPER VITAL to the story itself but ANYWAYS.) and yep, they're all androids; this allows you to really see things from their own perspectives! Each individual protagonist has their very own unique storylines that you get to immerse yourself throughout the game; with each of them having their own respective motives, personalities and abilities!!

First, there's Connor (Model RK800). He is a highly advanced detective prototype sent by CyberLife to help and assist law enforcement. He investigates the many cases and incidents revolving around Deviant Androids. (He's the one everyone gushes over... That's me. I'M everyone.)

Secondly, there's Kara (Model AX400). She is one of the many androids designed to function as household assistants. She unfortunately is forced to serve an abusive, alcoholic, drug addicted father called "Todd Williams" with his little daughter "Alice." Seeing how cruelly Todd treats his own daughter on a daily basis, Kara decides that enough is enough and goes "deviant", This eventually leads to her wanting to protect Alice at all costs as they try to find a way to escape from the home together.

Finally, there's Markus (Model RK200). He was an android gifted to the famous painter in the ingame universe called Carl Manfred. He was designed to function as another household assistant and an overall companion to Carl. One day, an incident happens that spirals out of his control. This event makes Markus finally realize just how badly androids like himself have been treated and goes on a journey to rebel and strive for the freedom of his people. (Trying to keep that as vague as possible LMAO)

Uh I think that's everything I need to say!! If you have any more questions PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ASK ME!!! I'm dying for more people to know about this game.

Also fun fact uhhh Connor is mostly well known for a meme back then where he slams a desk and says "TWENTY EIGHT. STAB WOUNDS." LMAO

[bmodiwrites]

Do I Wait For Fate? | E, 3000

Steve Harrington is an old athlete who overdoes himself during a rec league basketball game. His efforts gain him a torn ACL and ten weeks of physical therapy. Upon arriving, Steve is dreading the whole thing but the therapist he ends up with changes his attitude about the whole thing. Eddie, who is doing rounds for OT school, puts Steve back together and brings him back to life... one dicking down at a time.

A Boy Named Xander | G, 1360

Nancy has seen Steve and Eddie fall in love, come together to make a family, and build the most perfect life. Now they're adding to it. She's only slightly taken aback that the boy she thinks is her daughter's age is almost fully grown. Funny now preconceived notions can change a situation.

Lost Boys Life | G, 2822

Twenty years is a big anniversary and Steve plans to go all out. He disguises Eddie's gift in a family trip to Disneyland where their daughter and Robin and Nancy's two kids reap all the benefits. It's not until Steve takes Eddie to a meet and greet that the truth of their trip comes to light. Read to find out what happens when lost boys grow up and add another member to their timeless crew.

Because Your Kiss (Is On My List) | G, 2017

Sophomore Eddie Munson has a secret… one that everyone and their brother knows. His crush on Steve Harrington isn't a quiet one, though not through Eddie's own devices. The popular kids love to mess with him by pairing him up with Steve at every turn. This time around, they invite him to a party in hopes of humiliating him further. Too bad no one knows Steve Harrington is harboring a crush of his own.

I Can't Get No Relief | E, 4049

Steve loves the summer months, the freedom and the heat. He's a fan of the pool and all the time he gets to spend with his found family. All is well except for the glaring lust that overcomes him whenever Eddie is around. Between crop tops and slight flashes of skin, Steve is going mad from the want. Read to find out what happens when Eddie realizes just how thirsty Steve really is.

The Night We Met | G, 2026

Steve Harrington is in the midst of a depressive spiral the night he goes out for a 2AM run. He's completely taken off guard by a car hitting him and has no real idea how that one event is going to change his life. In that moment, Steve meets Wayne Munson, who is both rough around the edges and apologetic for his mistake. Read to find out how found family changes the course of Steve Harrington's life. Happiness can be found at the end of every truck bed.

(Falling In Love) Losing Control Now | E, 2562

Eddie has been having a bad week. Maybe a bad couple of weeks. He's at his wits end when he walks in the door to find a surprise waiting for him. Steve knows just how to take Eddie's mind off his problems, proposing the most outlandish, off the wall, yet fun activity for them both. Read to find out what happens when Nerf darts and stripping come into play.

Something Borderline Sacred | E, 17479

Eddie is a struggling musician with a health problem when he meets Steve Harrington, a newly enlisted Marine. They hate each other from the start but a series of circumstances throws them together. Find out what happens when Eddie gets married to a stranger to scam the government - he's so sure he'll be able to use Steve & run the other way. What makes a marriage & when feelings become involved, can Eddie & Steve make it work?

You Drew Stars Around My Scars | E, 4456

Eddie Munson is a successful story board artist working in an office building. One night, drawing late, Eddie is interrupted by the new custodian. Never in his wildest dreams does Eddie ever think he'll befriend someone at work but here he is, getting swept up by cuteness and a detached attitude. As things progress, Eddie wonders why Steve never talks about himself or why he's never seen the man's home. He'll soon find out there's so much more to a person than the navy blue jumpsuit they wear to work everyday.

Worse Ways To Stay Alive | E, 3316

Steve Harrington's parents aren't total shits. They accidentally notice Steve's hearing loss and get him help. One form of that is a weekly support group that meets twice a week where a brown eyed, curly headed boy changes Steve's life. He's not completely sold on the silence but it grows on him as he learns to navigate life and where he fits in it without the harsh buzz of constant noise.

I Guess I Have To Fall In Love With Strangers | T, 4414

Steve Harrington has a secret. He's been obsessed with this band, Bad Wabbit, for ages. They're new and hip and only advertise for their shows through riddles and clues that must be found by their fans. One such occasion, Steve is on the hunt for the latest venue when he meets Eddie Munson, someone also looking for Bad Wabbit. Can something small and silly like a shitty drawing bring two people together for the rest of their lives? Read to find out!

All the Pretty Girls | T, 4193

Eddie Munson recognizes something in himself long before he knows what that sort of feeling actually means. It's curious to grow up in a time and space where everyone can have what they want but him. Yet, Steve Harrington is feeling the same sort of dissatisfaction. All the girls like him but he's enamored with a brunette boy with curls to die for. What happens when Steve comes to his senses and tries to become himself again? Read to find out!

[fictionalgainer]

Adam's story Part II

Adam's life continued its downward spiral, yet his outward demeanor remained as cocky and overconfident as ever. He clung to the belief that he could easily bounce back to his former glory, refusing to acknowledge the stark reality of his situation. The drastic change in his diet, a consequence of his tightened budget, went largely unnoticed by him in terms of its impact. Cheap, high-carb foods replaced the balanced, nutritious meals he used to consume, significantly altering his calorie intake and nutritional balance.

Adam's new job as a cashier was physically demanding, draining him of the energy once reserved for his rigorous workout sessions. He convinced himself that as long as he controlled his portion sizes, he could maintain his physique with fewer workouts. This belief, however, was a miscalculation.

Unbeknownst to him, his youthful advantage of a fast metabolism, which had once allowed him to eat without worrying about weight gain, was no longer in play. The combination of a carb-heavy diet, reduced physical activity, and natural metabolic changes due to aging began to silently take effect. His once prominent abs gradually faded, giving way to an accumulation of fat.

It wasn't until after a week-long holiday, spent mostly at home, that the reality of his physical transformation hit him. For the first time, Adam noticed that his t-shirts no longer covered his entire belly. His once-fitted pants now created a muffin top, and he had to suck in his stomach just to button them up. His clothes felt uncomfortably tight, a stark reminder of the changes his body had undergone.

What baffled Adam was that his weight seemed to have remained relatively stable, yet his body composition had shifted dramatically. The lean muscle that had once defined his body was now replaced by fat. This revelation marked a turning point for Adam, confronting him with the consequences of his lifestyle choices and the hard truth that his body wasn't immune to change.

The harsh realization that he had outgrown all his clothes hit Adam like a ton of bricks. As he rummaged through his wardrobe, a sense of disbelief washed over him. Each pair of jeans, every shirt, even his most forgiving clothes seemed to have shrunk – or so he wished to believe. The truth, however, was starkly different: it was his body that had changed, not the clothes.

With limited options and a tight budget, Adam knew he couldn't afford a new wardrobe. He was stuck with what he had. Determined to make it work, he picked out an outfit for the day, a task that had never been so daunting. As he lay on the couch, he sucked in his belly with all his might, struggling to fasten the button of his pants. The fabric strained against his waist, the seams threatening to give way. Every movement he made was a gamble, the pants uncomfortably tight, often slipping down to expose his butt, a humiliating new reality for someone who once prided himself on his appearance.

Next came the challenge with his shirt. It barely covered his now protruding belly. Desperate, Adam tried tucking it in, holding his breath to pull the fabric down. But the moment he let go, the shirt would spring up, the bottom hem creeping above his waistline, exposing his belly. It was a futile effort, a battle between his expanding waistline and the shrinking fabric.

Frustrated and embarrassed, Adam decided to call in sick. The thought of facing the world in clothes that screamed his personal failures was unbearable. Confined to his apartment, his emotions spiraled into despair. In an attempt to find some solace, he turned to food, something he had never resorted to before. Binge eating became his escape, his refuge from the harsh reality of his life.

Adam's week-long binge eating spree left him in a predicament he never imagined he'd face. With his food supplies depleted, he had no choice but to return to work, a daunting prospect given the physical transformation he had undergone. The extra 5kg he had gained, a result of his unchecked eating, added a new layer of complexity to his already troubled life.

The morning ritual of getting dressed for work, once a mindless task, had now become a significant challenge. Adam attempted his usual trick of lying down on the couch and sucking in his belly to button up his pants, but to his dismay, the button and hole refused to meet. The fabric strained, stretched to its limit, offering no more concessions to his expanding waistline. It was a disheartening moment, a stark reminder of how much his body had changed.

His shirt was no different. The days of effortlessly tucking it in were long gone. Now, even the act of sucking in his belly proved futile. The fabric clung to his body, outlining his newly acquired curves, the hem persistently riding up to reveal his belly. In a desperate bid for decency, Adam decided to don a pair of sweatpants, fully aware that they were against the dress code at work. But he had no other choice; his regular clothes had betrayed him.

The sweatpants, though more forgiving than his jeans, were not without their own issues. They too were tight, clinging to his hips and thighs, and had an annoying tendency to slide down, embarrassingly exposing large portions of his butt. To combat this, Adam ingeniously decided to wear a belt over his shirt, an attempt to keep it tucked in and maintain some semblance of dignity.

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[dom-i-nate]

Self Para | Out of Time

Who: Nate Mantle and Marty Mantle When: 03.23.24, evening Where: In town TW: physical abuse, emotional abuse, addiction.

It was getting to be too much being on campus. Nate had already been feeling like he was spiraling - between his father coming, Danny and Daisy moving forward with their claim, his unknown future with Ollie - it was all proving to be too much. Nate made it out of the room to head to a meeting, knowing it was the only thing that was going to stabilize him at the moment. He enjoyed the crisp air through his lungs as he walked into town towards the church the meeting was going to be at. And then, a single voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Nathan." Simple, clean, unemotional. He could feel his palms start to sweat and he tried to convince himself to turn on his heels towards the sound of the voice, but he couldn't just yet. "Are you going to look at me? Or continue this onslaught that I'm the worst father in the world?"

"Father," he sighed simply, finally making himself turn, but not taking a step closer to the other. "I'm surprised you sought me out."

"I didn't. I was walking to grab something from the corner store. I'm staying at this hotel," he said, gesturing back towards The Evans House, "Not that you have asked."

Nate sighed loudly and in frustration, "Father, I really have somewhere I need to be. So, if there's nothing else," he said, turning back around and heading towards the steps of the church.

"I didn't know you were a church goer," he said sternly, arms crossing over his chest.

"I'm not. It's just where my meeting is."

A harsh, disbelieved laugh cut through the air between them, causing Nate to turn back around again. "Meetings? Those didn't really work last time, did they, Nathan."

"I've been clean almost a year. This is the only thing that helps."

"Right. Until your next relapse. Rather hard to find a claim when you can't even gain control of yourself, how are you to control someone else?"

A throaty growl vibrated through his throat and Nate took a few steps closer towards the other. "Because claims aren't about control! They're about connection and communication!"

"Stop being so emotional, Nathan. It's a business transaction like anything else. And who you claim matters, and so far you've been back over a year and you're no closer! How are you going to take over the business without at least two claims, Nathan!?"

"Easy! I"m not going to!" he lashed out, breathing heavily through clenched teeth. "It took me a long time to know what I want, but I know that what I want is not your life. I don't want to run a company I don't care about and have a claim who is a mindless drone who's more afraid of me than committed to me!"

His father's hand came up with out warning, cracking him hard across the face. Nate spun in the punch's direction, his hand coming up to hold his face. "Watch your tone, Nathan James," his father warned with the same cold tone Nate was giving him, before releasing another punch to the side of his face again. "You will not disrespect me more than you already have. You are going nowhere, Nathan. You've been a failure since you got that girl knocked up, and you couldn't even do that right. And ever since, it's been failure after failure!" he cried out, a few more hits to the dark haired boy bowled over in pain. Nate coughed and spit, watching blood appear on the side walk. His father came over, grabbing hard to the back of Nate's neck, bending himself down to remain face to face with his son. "I will be paying more attention. You will not disgrace this family again," he growled, nate seething in his father's grip. "Grow up, Nathan." he said before shoving Nate hard down to the ground and began walking away.

Nate breathed heavily, remaining on the ground a bit as he tried to make heads or tails of what happened, feeling his eye already start to burn and swell. After several minutes he pulled himself to his feet. He looked at the door to the church, trying to will himself to go inside. But with the physical pain, the emotional turmoil, he couldn't bring himself to do it. So, instead, he walked further down the street to the Whyte Wyrm and ducked behind the alley. There was no conversation, there was no explanation as the Serpent put the small baggy in Nate's hand for nate to disappear into a tiny bathroom, taking a dollar bill out of his pocket.

[space3cho]

Please welcome Thurston Finch to Amity Station. They are an EL-1 CITIZEN belonging to NO FACTION and are known to be Independent, Observant, Adaptable as well as Impulsive, Disruptive, Blunt. They live in RING 8 and work as a 'Use For Hire’.

tw: suicide, violence, prostitution

Name: Thurston Xavier Finch

NickName(s): T, Finch

Face Claim: Mark McKenna

Age: 23

Species: EL-1

Gender/Pronouns: Agender. He/They

Orientation: Homo-Demiromantic/A-Spec

Quarters: Ring 8

Faction: None

Occupation: Use for Hire

Mods: None

Tattoos: Dotwork Spiral Galaxy on Inside of Right Wrist

Scars: Scars from Fights ; Scars from People Paying to Beat/Harm Him ; Scars from Mods Being Tested Out on Them (as part of his job) ; Various Scars from Life

Relationship Status: Single (No Current Crushes)

Traits: Independent - Observant - Adaptable - Impulsive - Disruptive - Blunt

Habits: Biting/Pulling at Bottom Lip ; Cracking Their Knuckles Using the Thumb on the Same Hand ; Talking with their Hands ; Running Fingers Back Through his Hair

Other Important Things:

- While Nothing was Ever Proven Either Way Thurston Blames Themself for the Accident that Caused Ian's Death

- His 'Use for Hire' Job has Often Included Sexual Acts, Usually from People Who Want to Keep Up a Certain Type of Image. (Easier to Lie About What They Paid Thurston to Do Than Going to the Brothel)

- While he can not fully control his EL powers, especially when they are in a heightened emotional state, they have learned how to focus it for the most part

- When it comes to people paying to have him use their powers on them, Thurston is very clear that when he says they need to stop, that they aren't too push him further. This usually happens when they are starting to lose their focus/what control they have, and is a way to keep everyone safe. A few of his scars are from people who didn't listen, and after pushing them too far saw and felt things that caused them to attack him.

Backstory:

Thurston Finch's life hadn't started out a tragedy. He was born the oldest child to Roger and Lydia Finch on Ring 8, two years later gaining a younger brother. They were a happy family, and even when Thurston's status as an EL started to surface they did their best to find ways to keep both Thurston and those around him safe. They tried to develop ways to help control or at least focus it, despite having no personal knowledge with any of it.

Things changed however when Ian, their younger brother, was 8 years old. There had been an accident that resulted in Ian's death. Understandably his mother took it hard, and over the next year she became worse and worse until finally one afternoon while Roger was at work and Thurston was at school she took her life. Not even a year later Roger Finch joined his wife and son in death, the result of a heart attack. At age 11, just one week before his 12th birthday, Thurston Finch had become an orphan.

They spent the rest of their youth living in the orphanage where they tended to get into fights, usually not started by them, and often times would result to using their abilities as an EL-1 whenever fights turned into multiples on one.

After he aged out of the orphanage they were moved back into their family suite. Trying to find a way to make money he started to sell himself. Letting people pay to use him for whatever and however they wanted. Sometimes this meant helping move furniture, other times it meant someone paying to beat him up because they needed to get out some aggression. More than once it has meant people, usually from the more expensive quarters, paying to have mods tested out on him so they could see if they worked and decide if they really wanted it or not. They are often paid to use their EL abilities on people, Believers being the most frequent customers for such services.

*further details on muse page