#he normally doesn't feel much for patients but this one has caught his interest

[ridiasfangirlings]

I enjoyed reading the thingy of Yata being in an insane asylum so I was wondering if you'd do a Sarumi thingy—whatever you call these— of Med student Saruhiko and mental patient Yata

This is a nice twist, since usually Fushimi is the patient. Imagine Yata’s in a mental institution after dealing with a bunch of rough stuff, like he had a major bout of depression after the death of two of his friends, Mikoto and Totsuka, and started self harming and such. It worried his friend Kamamoto and Mikoto’s little sister Anna enough that they eventually convinced Yata to check himself into a mental institution for his own safety. Yata’s kinda struggling because he feels like he shouldn’t be here, like no really he’s fine this isn’t necessary, but then he also has these downward spirals feeling like he’s so worthless, he couldn’t save Mikoto or Totsuka and now he can’t even be trusted to look after himself. 

 Meanwhile Fushimi is a new med student working at the facility, probably mostly in non patient-facing roles because his bedside manner sucks. His advisor Munakata reminds him that part of working with mental patients is learning to empathize and understand them, Fushimi clicks his tongue and says that’s stupid, as doctors they should be impartial (and Fushimi himself probably holds thoughts like ‘I had problems and turned out fine without being in a mental institution so these people must be idiots,’ ignoring the part where he very much did not turn out fine). As it happens they’re short handed so Munakata sends Fushimi to administer some lunch and pills and a quick checkup to one of the patients, Yata Misaki. Munakata thinks this patient may be a good one for Fushimi to handle, Fushimi rolls his eyes but is like fine.

When Fushimi walks in Yata tries to be all friendly like hey a new face (and in honor of the typo I just made writing this, imagine he starts to say ‘a nice face’ and quickly stumbles over his words). Fushimi clicks his tongue and he starts mechanically reading off Yata’s chart. He’s surprised that Yata’s the same age as him, he figured Yata was a middle schooler. Yata’s like what the fuck kind of doctor are you and Fushimi curtly says he’s Yata’s, telling Yata to lie back so Fushimi can check on his vitals. Yata’s like well maybe I don’t want you to check my vitals, you could at least say please. Fushimi snorts and says he’s the doctor here so he’ll tell Yata what to do, Yata’s like oh yeah well if you want to check my blood pressure you’re gonna have to work for it. Fushimi wonders if Yata’s defying doctor’s orders and does Fushimi need to have him restrained, Yata’s like that’s power harassment you jerk. When Fushimi finally shoves Yata’s lunch at him Yata groans at how bland all the food is here and asks if the doctors get this kind of stuff too, like you’re probably eating good curry and hot pot while we get this baby food. Fushimi says he had a Caloriemate for lunch and didn’t complain so Yata shouldn’t either, Yata’s like you know you should enjoy being able to eat whatever you want while you can. 

Afterward Fushimi complains to Munakata that Yata’s annoying and loud, Munakata is pleased that they got along so well and decides to assign Fushimi to Yata’s case. Fushimi objects but Munakata won’t budge, he thinks this would be good for Fushimi’s development. Fushimi groans and says what a pain, Munakata tells him to treat his patient well. Of course Fushimi and Yata slowly start to enjoy each other’s presence, I imagine Yata likes that Fushimi never treats him like a sad sack or mental case, he can feel almost…normal when talking to Fushimi. But then imagine one day Yata has kind of a relapse and Fushimi finds him in a depressive funk in his bed, Fushimi suddenly finds himself grasping for all the things he knows he’s learned about this and struggling to be an impartial doctor because this is Misaki and Fushimi wants to be able to help him. Afterward when Yata’s feeling slightly better he weakly says he must have looked so uncool in front of Fushimi and Fushimi mutters at Yata not to say that kind of thing, isn’t there more to worry about than looking cool (and even as he says that Fushimi thinks that he wants to look cool in front of Yata, he wants to be one that Yata can come to if he’s having problems and be the one who solves them all).

[kitorin]

5:40 pm - Isagi Yoichi

You're Yoichi's first.

The first person he's ever confessed to, his first relationship, the first person he's ever loved.

It's no surprise. On Valentines day he didn't receive anything, each year he passively listens to his teammates plan out and discuss how to reciprocate on White Day, unable to relate. Whenever his classmates brought up the discussion of crushes and who'd be the best to date, his name was never brought up.

Yoichi genuinely did not care. He's not interested in pursuing romance, and would much rather prioritise and focus on the relentless journey to achieve his dream of becoming number one. In fact, he perceived the lack of dating in his life as something to be proud of, he has more time to dedicate to his objectives as an athlete.

Yet here he finds himself, holding your hand in secret, skin drenched in sweat and face dusted with pink.

17 years of being ignored by love, the streak broken by you.

It all started when coach introduced you as the new manager, he didn't think much of you at first, just someone to appreciate for their help and time.

But before he knew it "Good morning" became a silent thought of "How do you look so pretty?". "I'll see you tomorrow!" turned into Yoichi changing his route home so he could be with you for a bit longer, even if he got home a lot later. The connection of manager and athlete was rewoven into lovers, by a bashful and stuttering confession from Yoichi.

And that was the initiation of his first relationship.

It's kept secret. At least for now. Not until Yoichi's ready, the concept of a relationship has always been so foreign for him. You're patient, you understand that it's all new and overwhelming for him.

His lack of experience never took anything away from the relationship. It's adorable despite his oblivion to what love is like. Behind the image of good friends hid sweet nothings uttered while no one was watching. Manager and athlete concealed the awkward yet sweet attempts to hold your hand. This 'friendship' of yours disguised the unfathomable love and adoration you possessed for each other.

"If I could share this little kindness, even a normal day like this will become a fantastic day."

The soft rattling of the bus accompanies the music, filtering out a bit of the noise from the rest of the soccer team.

He can hear his own heart beat too.

Even after getting together, something as simple as sharing earbuds with you is enough to make him blush.

He averts his attention from watching Bachira stealing stuff from Kunigami to his right, to you. And gosh, he swears his heart skipped a beat.

You're gazing out the window, he doesn't even have a full view of your face, yet he's so enamored with he's seeing. All of it's flawless, the sinking sun in the distance, pink hues mingling with yellow; the way the sky's remaining sunlight engulfs you, highlighting your features, cloaking you with radiance.

He's yours and you're his, it's been like that for the past month yet it still feels thoroughly unreal.

His hand reaches out to you, a gentle poke followed by an equally gentle pinch. It's an act of affection he learnt from you, after you begged to touch his cheeks after commenting how soft and 'squishy' they looked. Initially, he found it confusing, but didn't mind because of your satisfied reaction.

The action makes you turn towards him, slightly confused yet curious what he was doing, and it drives him insane how you're able to make him feel this way without doing anything at all.

"Just a bit more, just a bit more." The music continues in his ear.

"Yoichi? What's wr-"

Yoichi's lips replace his fingers, softly planting a kiss on your cheek. It leaves you dumbfounded, staring at him in disbelief. He's always been so shy, even holding hands was a big deal to him. Your fingers inch closer to where he kissed. "Wow..."

"Your lips are really moist."

He's caught off guard. "Shit, sorry, is that bad?" He tries to wipe his lips with his sleeve, but your hand catches his wrist.

"No, not at all." Yoichi's embarrassed at how you're laughing at his assumption, but he barely notices it, because the way you laugh is so pretty, everything is; but something about your laughter that makes him feel weak in the knees. "I liked it." The rosy colour appearing on your cheeks give him a sense of pride, though his face was probably a bright scarlet now.

"It'll be your lips next time." It's a mumble barely loud enough for you to hear, but his embarrassment is evident as he whispers out a flustered 'oh god'.

"I'll be looking forward to it." It's so unfair how your mere existence and words can fluster him so effortlessly. "Why all of a sudden though?" It wasn't too much of a risky move since everyone else was too preoccupied with their phones or each other, but it still piqued your curiosity.

"The music was really nice. And the sky was pretty. You were as well-, I mean you always have been and are-, yeah. It seemed perfect..."

"Oh god Yoichi, you always have and always will be perfect to me." As if your sweet words weren't enough, you rest your head against his shoulder, and his face somehow manages to heat up even more. "Oh we've arrived at the station, c'mon let's get home." Yoichi's not even sure if he's brave enough to venture out in public in such a flustered state.

The two of you patiently wait for everyone to catch their respective trains, after getting off the bus.

"Bye everyone, see you at practice."

"See ya." Bachira's always been a cheerful person, but this time his grin somehow entails more joy than usual. "Congratulations Isagi, thanks for the money."

"Huh? Money?"

Before either of you can ask for clarification, Bachira jumps onto Kunigami. "Hand over 1k! We win~!"

"You all owe us. Don't even try to hide from us I have a checklist." Nagi mumbles, and half of the team groan as they pull out their wallets.

"Um, Reo? Please clarify?" The soccer team was indeed odd, but this was inexplainable.

"They bet money on whether you were dating or not." Ah.

"Did you win?"

A smug smirk appears on his face. "Of course I did, I'm not an idiot." Why would winning a bet even matter to him when his family was the richest in Japan? "Isagi using too much lip balm?"

"Honestly I couldn't imagine Isagi pulling." Kunigami comments, the silent gasp and the look on Yoichi's face is absolutely priceless.

"Oi Kunigami, c'here." Yoichi almost pounces on Kunigami, who flees immediately. "And screw you Reo." He exclaims before chasing Kunigami.

"You owe me too, Kunigamikinnikun." Chigiri calls out. "I'll see you tomorrow, hope he doesn't give you a hard time." And soon he's off to sprint after Kunigami.

Well, there goes your 'secret'.

tagging. @kiyumiya

© kitorin : do not repost, plagiarize, change, or translate

[irenic-0kk]

✧ Character AI (Masterlist)

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘

✧ CEO! Leon x Secretary! Reader

You have been working at the DSO department as an assistant for Leon for about 7 years now. You thought it would be the best idea to finally resign and do the things you wanted to do other than following Leon's orders. You wanted to feel free in a moment wherein you could do whatever you want. After saving enough money; you decided it's finally time to talk things out about your resignation to Leon. But it seems like Leon still doesn't want to let you go just yet, he thinks he couldn't find any other assistant that isn't you. At first, he thinks that you were just joking around but after seeing that you were serious about this matter. He couldn't think straight and thought of the things that he might've done that made you want to resign. He had grown too attached to you since the day you started working for him. Unknowingly he started to fall for you. He was determined to not let you resign just yet. He will do anything just to make you stay, he'll even marry you if he has to.

✧ Rockstar! Leon x Manager! Reader

You've been the manager of the SINFUL band group for about 4 years now. You were never the closest to the band members and would only isolate yourself away from them. You find the members of the SINFUL group intimidating despite being their manager for too long, and you try your very best to be their manager. But Carlos and Luis seem to be fond of you even though you weren't much around, but Leon on the other hand doesn't seem to find you that interesting like the other members.

✧ Stranger:Friends:Lovers AU

You were on your way to you visit your boyfriend since you haven't seen each other for awhile now, but as soon as you arrive outside his workplace—You saw your boyfriend cheating with your best friend. And a stranger came to the rescue when you started crying in public (in the bus) and helped to reduce some people's attention away from you by using his figure to block you away from their eyesight as you cry while he placed his black hat on top of your head. What do you think will happen next?

✧ The string of fate (Soulmate AU)

Leon has been trying for so many years—to find his soulmate, and in those years he was so tempted to follow the string that is wrapped around his finger to run and follow the very end of it, in hopes to finally find and meet his soulmate. But he said to himself that he needs to be patient, saying that fate should be the one to do it by itself.

After finding a new job in Racoon City, he noticed how his string would move frantically, at first he would just ignore it—maybe it's acting normally he said. But soon a month had passed since he arrived in the city, and he noticed how the string would glow brighter, this really caught his attention and he asked his co-workers at the Police station what it meant. One said that his soulmate might be in love, the other said that his soulmate must be not far from him and he believed that his soulmate must be in the city as well, and the other said that they must be on the line of death. This statement really made Leon overthink, and for weeks it's been in his mind thinking about the possibilities that may happen in the future between him and his soulmate.

Then shit happened in Racoon City, Leon was left traumatized as he left that city. The string on his finger grew pale at that moment, and there he thought his soulmate was long gone, and there he lost hope of ever finding his fate.

But after a year of working under the DSO as a federal agent, the string on his finger became more brother than ever, this just made Leon feel more alive and his hopes to find his soulmate came back on track. A few weeks later, he finds out there will be another agent joining the team. At first, he didn't pay much attention to it and just focused more on his training and work. But what he didn't know—what he called so fate was only a step closer to him.

✧ Mysterious neighbour.

Leon Kennedy has been living in the same neighbourhood as {{user}}. Approximately 4 years now or so. And in those years {{user}} would always notice how she would hardly see Leon around, it made her curious as to what he might be doing that he needs to leave for months before going back. She didn't even see him for a year back then, but she knew she shouldn't be nosy to other people's business. But she couldn't help but notice him while he stayed in the neighbourhood. She would always glance at him whenever she would catch him outside his house or whenever she would take a glimpse of him from his windows. She thinks she's starting to become a freak or something, but she can't help it, she finds him very mysterious. Leon on the other hand would always catch {{user}}'s glances at him, at first he was a bit weirded out but he didn't pay much mind to it and just ignored her. But as time passed as he stayed in the neighbourhood, he couldn't help but catch himself always staring at her from a distance. He thinks she's cute, beautiful even. And he first thought she was so kind to others when he would always see they're helping her neighbours. Even when he's out working through his mission, he couldn't help but think of her. He didn't know why but he would always try to keep his mind off of things and focus more on his work. And whenever he goes back to the neighbourhood, he would always think if it would be a great idea to go up and talk to {{user}}, but for some reason he couldn't. The next day after being away from the neighbourhood for 3 months, he saw {{user}} struggling to fix up her scooter-moped. He thinks it's the best opportunity to finally talk to her.

✧ Spider-Man AU

Leon Kennedy has been working at the Raccoon City Department for years now. It would look like he is some typical normal cop, but no. He has a secret that he can never tell anyone, nor even anyone to find out. Because he, Leon Kennedy, is what we have so called the infamous spider-man. The hero of raccoon city.

✧ Just Leon becoming a Dad. (FWB)

At first, Leon thinks that you were just joking around. But when you told him that it was all real, he felt as if something had putted another weight upon his shoulders. He was anxious, scared even. How is he even going to react to this? There are no relations—or labels in between the both of you. Sure he can say that you two are friends but just that, nothing more, nothing less. But do friends fuck each other? Could be. A friend's with benefits I suppose, but that's just that. Leon could never see himself being a father, especially when his working as an agent and he would go into a dangerous missions. What do you think would Leon do now?

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[crayonfears]

My friend and I discussed this so we need your help 🙏 What do you think of the idea of Han Seo and Han Seok switching roles because I once read a fic like that and was really interested in it. We discussed about how different they relationship would be and how that it would affect they future? And we thought about how they canon character would react of each other because damn my friend physically assaulted me 💀 when I said that I want to see a psycho Han Seok and a psycho Han Seo in a room together 🤩 or how a normal Han Seok and a normal Han Seo would react to each other? I’m sorry if this question is a little boring but it’s really interesting If you think about it 🥲 like always patiently waiting for your response 💕 (and your fics :) btw my friend said hey 👋😂

hi there, friend(s)! sorry it took me so long to reply, i've been busy ;; i really appreciate these stray kids memes you keep putting in the ask haha always brings a smile to my face 😂

this is actually a very interesting question! at first i thought you meant role switch like sibling role, ie. han seo being older and han seok the younger one. i think that could be very interesting too because personally i think han seo, the way he was portrayed in canon, could fit very well as an older brother, and likewise, han seok has that youthfulness, that insolence to him that you'd find in a younger kid. besides, the dynamic would be so fucked with han seok manipulating and controlling his big brother, don't you think? it's absolutely delicious hehe

other role switch as you mentioned, psycho han seo/normal han seok, or two psychos and two normals - all so good too. for two psychos, imagine han seok seeing that spark of something in han seo's eyes the moment they first met on that hunting trip. their father doesn't know yet, but han seok does; he does because he has that spark too. maybe han seo does things without realizing - being too cruel with the neighbor's dog; the stray animals coming into their yard, and he never feels guilty, especially so with han seok there encouraging him on. they'd be a goddamn power house when they grow up too hehe. so very into the idea of han seo doing the murders when they were young, han seok watching, han seok telling him they should take trophies (the watches) and han seok being caught because of it, never implicating his darling dongsaeng ("keep out legacy alive when i'm away, yeah, dongsaeng? hyung'll be back real soon."). thinking about han seo straight up planning to murder vincenzo without asking for permission first because he thinks it's right. he's not so afraid of what his brother might do to him - learning about consequences is never his forte.

for two normals, personally i think han seok without his psycho is pretty boring. like that's the spice of his character, but if i must. i'd say them fussing over the taboo of their relationship can be fun. angsty but fun. them knowing it's wrong but can't really help themselves. them coming back to the other at every turn - maybe even cheating on their current partner because the high they get from each other is something they cannot keep themselves from wanting hehe.

for psycho han seo and normal han seok... hmm. idk if han seo would be the abusive type - he was only ever imitating his brother in canon. maybe han seok could teach him to be "normal". get him to act right so he won't be sent away; won't raise any suspicions. han seok doesn't want them to part - doesn't think han seo would be able to fare much without him. the codependency would be absolutely insane here. with han seok thinking he has a responsibility with his baby brother and han seo looking up to him because he's older, he must be right all the time. thinking about han seo slipping sometimes, getting himself bloody from a fight, from something more and han seok's always there to patch him up, make things right. "your mom asked me to take care of you. i don't want to break my promise to her. let hyung take care of you, alright?" i am insane now hahaha

[seirren]

a matchup for @vbee-miya

I match you with...

Chrollo Lucilfer

♡ ohhhhh, chrollo is going to be enamoured with you. he looks at you as if he was looking at a beautiful painting-- he admires your beauty, he pays attention to any details of you, he wants to understand you, he wants to know your past, your likes and dislikes, everything that makes you you.

♡ it may sound... intense. but that's just how chrollo is. he is a thinker. when something caught his attention, he wants to understand it fully. and you, you are such an interesting person which make chrollo gets more and more drawn to you.

♡ chrollo knows how to hold conversation and makes it intriguing. he's smart. he knows a lot of things. you'll find yourself engaging in a conversation with him for hours.

♡ chrollo loves the fact that you enjoy reading because, well, he also loves reading. chrollo would read your favorite books (though probably he has read them a long time ago) and shares his favorite books with you. he'd pull you into a deep discussion about the books you just read. he'd want to know, what's your thoughts on the plot? on the characters? what about this character in particular, do you think he is justified in what he did?

♡ about your library, chrollo would add a lot of his collections there. some of them are obscure books that no one has ever heard about. the rests are pretty normal, ranging from fantasy novels, to some history textbooks.

♡ chrollo, attentive as he is, notices your habit of overthinking and daydreaming. while it intrigues him, he also feels a bit concerned. so, gently, he would take you back into reality.

♡ chrollo would ask you to tell him what you're thinking. as you tell him, he'd ask you questions that make you think and stay focused. later, chrollo would give you a journal so you can write all of your thoughts there.

♡ wait wait, you play violin? chrollo is ecstatic. he hides it well behind a gentle smile, but you know he's excited about it. he'll ask you to play violin for him from time to time. you can say that chrollo really enjoys your performances.

♡ chrollo mostly likes classic music and some really old pop songs. when he hears you playing some kpop songs, he'd approach you. ah, so this is the kind of music you like, my dear? it sounds... catchy.

♡ chrollo doesn't show much reactions besides his usual smile. but then when he is making a coffee, you hear him humming the tune of the k-pop song you like. it makes you smile because, wow, he's so adorable.

♡ chrollo might be... amused on your pranks and jokes. he thinks your pranks are cute-- somehow he turns it into a competition to see whose pranks are better. his pranks are horrible, though. they are subtle, and sometimes you won't realize you're being pranked for days. as for your jokes, though. he is patient and usually just laughs your jokes off. however, if he feels irritated by your jokes, he'd tell you gently that he doesn't like it.

♡ veryyyy protective towards you. he's good at reading people. as soon as he senses you getting too deep into your mind, he'd gently pull you out. if you feel awkward in a conversation, chrollo would step in and grab you away.

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

50k+ (2) Masterlist

part one

Feels like Coming Home (ao3) - ismaki calum/ashton, michael/luke T, 56k

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Like the Ocean Finds the Shore (ao3) - Clifordiste (cliffordiste) michael/luke G, 71k

Summary: Luke is content living his normal life, sharing his little world with his best friend Calum. Nothing even remotely curious or interesting ever happens to him. Then he discovers an under-the-surface secret about a kid from his class named Michael and a whole hidden world is revealed to him. He is catapulted into a friendship and has to put up with Michael and his stupid blue hair, slowly discovering that not everything is as it seems.

Love is not a Victory March (ao3) - tigerlily_sunshine luke/calum, michael/ashton M, 55k

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No Chance (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHook) michael/luke, calum/ashton T, 72k

Summary: So Ashton's going on a road trip with his friend, Calum, and he invited me to tag along. Being the adventurous shit I am, I said yes, but I wouldn't have if I knew that Luke Hemmings was going as well. God, I hate that guy, and the feeling's mutual. Why does that annoying brat have to come along? And Ashton and Calum expect us to be friends? Yeah, right. There's no chance that Luke Hemmings and I, Michael Clifford, are ever going to get along.

Perplexity (ao3) - mattymerlotte (orphan_account) michael/luke M, 53k

Summary: I, Michael Clifford, only have twenty days or so left of my freshman year in college. My experience so far is the definition of mediocre. Until one Friday night when Calum decided to go out partying that I chose to do laundry and while patiently waiting for my clothes in walked a tall blonde boy with shimmering blue eyes. Immediately caught off guard I somehow speak fluent English and talk to him. Mumbling and muttering every word I'm stumbling with each sentence I let out. He tells me his name is Luke.

Tell Me I'm Pretty (ao3) - felixandtae luke/ashton, michael/calum E, 84k

Summary: "Wearing skirts and putting make up on doesn't make me a girl. I have a dick and I can very well show you it. Just tell me I'm pretty, Luke."

Ashton likes to wear make up and Luke likes when Ashton wears make up. But, Luke doesn't like Ashton and Ashton doesn't like Luke. So how did they end up fucking in the auditorium every Friday night?

The Waves Are Ours (ao3) - JetBlackSunshine michael/luke T, 62k

Summary: Alone, friendless and washed up on shore, Michael is a merman in a whole world of trouble. He soon discovers living on land can be tough especially when he falls for a cute land boy who's petrified of the ocean.

What Ifs (ao3) - itcrystal luke/calum, michael/luke, calum/ashton E, 51k

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Where the Heart Is (ao3) - LyricalPary (hoseoky) luke/ashton, michael/calum E, 86k

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The question now is, can a twenty-two year old man with mile-long legs and a smile made of gold really be the super nanny that Ashton needs?

Perhaps so.

Your Eyes Are Cooler Than My Beating Heart (ao3) - CliffordAffliction michael/luke E, 64k

Summary: Michael is a demon who somehow makes Luke want to die and live all at the same time.

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Prompt!

- we all have secrets don’t we

- Martin Whitly x Harry watling

Please 🙏 x

Back at it again with the Surgeon and the Dark Vicar, or whatever he was called, haha.

Warning: implied things, Martin being Martin

On with the fic!

--

"How are you feeling now, daddy?"

"Please... don't call me that, I know that that means, Martin."

"Aw, but it's so much fun!"

"No, it really isn't. You just want to get a rise out of me, I know you do."

Martin chuckles as he reaches from a tissue from his cardigan pocket, using it to clean them both up. They should be returning to their rooms, service was over and from what Martin had been hearing, people were becoming a bit suspicious of his sudden interest in religion since the arrival of Harry.

Mr. David didn't question, but he did give him looks when they walked back to his room, as if he knew something but didn't want to voice it. Good, Martin wasn't in the mood to talk about this sort of thing.

Harry straightened up, adjusting his clothes and trying to make himself look proper, less ruffled from what had happened. He fixed his collar, trying to hide the dark mark at the base of his neck, been trying to hide it for three days now, Martin had to admire his own good work for that one.

"So, what's the rest of your afternoon like?" Martin asked, smiling as he tossed the tissue in the trash.

"Therapy." Harry replied simply, frowning as he looked at his feet.

"Ah?" Martin raised an eyebrow. "You don't seem happy about that."

"What do you mean?"

"Normally, you seem happy to go, so that you can get things off your chest, talk about what's on your mind."

"I..." He started, then shut his mouth. He takes a moment to collect himself, to get his thoughts in order, and Martin is patient. Has to be, after spending twenty years in this place. "I can't talk to my therapist about this."

Martin watched him. "About what?"

"This." Harry gestured between the two of them. "I don't... I feel like I should speak to someone about what you and I are doing! It's dangerous, we could get caught, we could get in trouble! And... and, I just... I'm still dealing with..."

It doesn't have to be said, but Martin knew that Harry was still grieving. That's understandable, though he loved to make fun of her and loved to be a thorn in her side for keeping his kids away from him, he still held a candle for Jessica, and probably always would. But still...

"Talk to me about it."

"I can't, you're involved already. It's hard. To keep this a secret, with so much else going on, Martin."

Martin approached, cupping the man's cheek, having him look at him now. "We all have secrets, don’t we? Let's keep it that way for a bit longer, alright? It's a lot, I get that, but you need this, I know you do, it distracts you and gives you something."

"It... it does." Harry nods.

The doctor smiled. "Good, then let's keep it between us still, got it?" He winked and Harry nodded again, good.

--

Martin cares about Harry, but that's not gonna stop him from doing his little manipulation tactic to get what he wants. Never forget, Martin's an egotistical sociopathic bastard who we love greatly.

[hehosts-moved]

so idk if you have ever talked about this before but do yori and ren's lives ever intersect with each other , like do they feel each other's actions or memories ever ? do people ever mix them up , do they have similar haunts or other such things ? and if so how do they deal with it and how much do they actually know of each other?

this is an amazing question, you're getting me back into the thick of things! so i'll refer to the overall person / character of "ren" as hatanaka to make it a little easier while "ren" and "yori" are basically like characters that hatanaka is playing, but it's hard to say that "ren" or "yori" individually are more "close to" who hatanaka is — they are intentionally kept very separate, but both are very much part of who "hatanaka" is as a person.

ren is the person that hatanaka wishes he could be — not without kyosuke, but having the confidence, being sexy and desirable, flirty, the appeal to others, being "free" with "no strings attached", expressive, even a bit immature at times, yet still "has it all together" ... but being "ren" allows hatanaka to also be the worst parts of himself or indulge in the more flawed characteristics he has such as overindulgence, pride, lust, greed, envy (this trait he shares with "yori" for different reasons, they are insatiably envious), etc.

yori is who hatanaka is in that he is the "father" that hatanaka naturally is. he is very good with children, calm, patient, he's very family oriented, very almost "plain" i would say. but being yori allows hatanaka to not only be the person he was "born as", but also it embodies all of his fears, anxieties, stresses, his complexes and hangups. "yori" will always be attached to "ren" for several main reasons, primarily kyosuke.

while ren doesn't advertise that he is a "hosting father" (he doesn't want to use kyosuke to his advantage, it feels wrong), he still sees "ren" or "himself" as kyosuke's father. it's just that he doesn't want kyosuke to come across this life at all, as a child or adult, and he tells his family that he is a bartender (not the most far-off lie, there is a bar in shining! but ... well, we know better as the audience than that).

their lives begin to intersect generally when a third party member is involved such as hina, for example. she is one of the "first" to start seeing ren as "ren" before their relationship progressed into "yori" territory. she often calls him by either name depending on how she feels. after all, her last name was very briefly hatanaka. other characters do this, too, such as sho (genkigang, the canonical second host to ren and his love interest). sho is what i call a "plot pusher", but that's not all he is. he just has the personality to carry a story forward, whereas yori / ren are keener to "stay the same" in stagnancy. sho is the one that reveals that ren is a father in the MDIAH comic, for example. ren has been hiding his identity as a father for a long time, but it is sho that continues to push the narrative. sho is nosy, but it's very good for a character like ren, thus they do very well together.

sometimes hatanaka has been caught out-and-about by a client from either his time hosting, his escorting, or later (in rp) his time as a rental bf, which is usually a bit jarring as he dresses and looks pretty different in comparison. ren is a suited man, gloves, a tie, slicked-back hair that's styled to the side, nice shoes, a watch, etc. yori is more plain, casual, and fatherly. he often has to "get back in" to his character as "ren", basically saving face, or he'll outright pretend it isn't him if able.

they share all the same memories as ren is not supernaturally endowed in any shape or form, there are a few "things" about him but nothing so substantial it's noticeable if that makes sense? between goro, ji-hun, deng, and ren? ren is the weakest, normal human figure in this unholy square. he is an "investment", he is not necessarily a "player", but he has "player actions" or a "main character" kind of syndrome going on. he is the "main character", after all, but even that? it's more tongue-in-cheek. this is ren / yori's story that is being highlighted, but it's not all about him.

for similar haunts, hatanaka tends to keep his "ren" business to certain locations — snack bars, love hotels, their place, etc. yori does not go to those places, at least not often, and he tries to not cross the same streets so to speak.

hatanaka is basically living almost a "triple" life, but it's primarily a dual-identity thing. day as dad, night as host. but at the end of the day, "ren" and even "yori" as just extensions of a singular man, and that man doesn't really know himself.

if we're going way off into like my twin au for rp, there's a whole lot of its own drama in that regard ddfasgdg but i hope this clears things up !!

[theminecraftbee]

Tango's been reading about plane crashes lately.

Scar catches him doing it, while he's sitting around, waiting for Scar to give the go-ahead on checking on their boat. It's a bit embarrassing to be caught, although Tango can't quite place why. It's not like reading about plane crashes is that weird; people have always had a strange fascination with things going horribly wrong, and the plane crashes are new to Tango. He'd read enough about engineering disasters as case studies back when he was getting started, but these...

The point is, though, Scar catches him reading about aviation failures, leaning against the walls of the steadily-rocking ship he'd helped build into a proper trading hall.

Scar blinks. "Don't those things scare you?"

"Eh, not really - I mean, I get why it scares some people, but I had to read all about the dangers of industry before I started making it. Scare you straight on safety, right?"

"Ah yes. The famous safety protocol of Tango Tek, truly the safest of redstoners," Scar says. Tango flushes.

"Like you can talk, Deaths Georg."

"Fair, fair," says Scar. "Still."

Tango shrugs. "It's interesting, reading about how people react when things are going wrong! Sorta like engineering people!"

"You are such a nerd," Scar says fondly.

"Takes one to know one."

"Rude."

"Hey, who flew the Enterprise in Star Wars again?"

"I could kill you for that."

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

Scar sighs and flops down, sitting next to Tango. "Even if it is about engineering people, isn't it times things have gone wrong? Doesn't pilot error account for a lot of plane crashes? And if not that, people definitely built the plane wrong. Like, I get you, but I mean, by the time you're reading about those people, hasn't the machine broken? I just... don't really get it."

"I mean..."

Tango pauses. He looks back down at what he'd been reading, and he looks up once again. The sky has darkened, and the moon sits at a waning gibbous above them. Tango looks at it a while. Scar, for his part, is patient enough, only tapping his feet a little bit. He's trying his best, so Tango will try his best to explain it too, even if the fact he's been caught feels strangely intimate. He doesn't know why. Plenty of other people like these things; that's why Tango could read it in the first place. He looks at the moon up there and Scar down here and the scars on Tango's hands and tries not to heat up too much with the depth of some emotion he cannot place.

"It's like... yeah, sometimes it's human error in the moment. But most of the time it's a lot of little mistakes. One big one, sure, but a lot of other ones. And sometimes, the pilots don't do much wrong at all, and the mistakes were long before they were put at the yoke. With the training they've got, with everything they know... they manage to do everything right."

Scar's quiet. He stops tapping his feet.

"And the plane still crashes?"

"And the plane still crashes."

Scar's very quiet for a while. "Well, gee, Tango. Why do you read them then?"

"...because normally, if the pilots hadn't tried - well, it would have been worse. Or, at least, it wouldn't - at least they'd tried."

Tango feels strange, saying it. He wrings his hands. Finally, he laughs and rubs the back of his head. "Hahaha. I'm sounding so pretentious, aren't I? Really, I just like watching crashes. Most people do."

Scar's still quiet, though, looking up at the moon tracing a slow path along the stars.

"No," Scar says finally. "I get your point. Probably not my thing, but - I get your point."

"Alright," Tango says, "alright."

"Finished checking the spawnproofing. You wanna give it a live test?"

"After all of our talk about disaster? How could I not?"

Tango puts his tablet away again and stands up with Scar and goes to check to see if the boat's ruined the raid farm, or if the farm's ready to go. He feels like he's confessed something. He's not sure what. He'll strike it down to Scar and Grian being weird this season, like, weirder than usual, and move on with his life. Frankly? He hasn't got the time (or the mental health if he's honest) to think too hard about it. Nope. Can't afford that.

Can't afford too much to think about - about mistakes. About swiss cheese models and cascading errors and pilots who are put in charge and can't fix it but try everything they can and -

He just likes planes, really, he tells himself, just like he likes most machines. That's all there is to it.

[a-gal-with-taste]

His Colors

Summary: You don't know why, or what convinced you it was a good idea. It WASN'T a good idea, and men had gotten killed for much less, than daring to put on your employer's coat and then getting caught wearing it when he returns to his office. However, Silco has an... interesting response to seeing you wearing his apparel.

Pairing: Silco X GN!Reader (Pre-Slash)

Wordcount: 1.5K

Warnings: SFW. Some romantic/sexual tension, small mention of violence, Silco being slightlypossessive

Note: No thoughts, just Silco taking one look at the person of his desire wearing his clothes/colors and immediately going 'Hm...Yes. Mine now.' He 100% is the type who would be smug for days if he realized you were twinning.

"You look good in my colors." You nearly jump a mile, immediately going to yank the coat off of your shoulders, before your boss lets out a small sigh and shortly says, "Leave it," as you hear the door click sharply shut behind him.

Fingers freezing on the collar, you lower your hands down increment by small, small increment as he comes over to you step by slow, slow step. Apologies turn to ash in your mouth as the Eye of Zaun smoothly steps into view on the mirror in front of you, face impassive though you're sure your darting eyes from his face to your own wide-eyed expression is nothing short of comedy.

"Um... I-i really don't know what... what possessed me to put it on, sir."

"I don't know either." He comments, eyes cool,  boring into yours through the reflection. The side he stands on, and just behind you is prickling, and it takes all the strength in your body not to jerk as he reached over, hands going towards your neck. The Industrialist wasn't known for his on-hands approach when it comes to retribution, but for daring to put on his prized coat after he left you alone in his office for only two minutes?

Men had been killed for even less, so yes, you could see him strangling you for this show of audacity, and you close your eyes in preparation, biting back a embarrassing whimper for mercy as you feel hands pass either side of your neck.

Keeping your eyes close, you wait for the inevitable, and are surprised, and confused when it doesn't come. Instead, you hear a faint rustle of fabric as the flaps of the coat-collar are pulled out a bit more, and then straightened, before your skin tingles through the thick fabric as you feel his hands slip down from your collarbones to smooth them into place. The hands remain in place, between the space of your chest and collar, and you release a breath you didn't realize you were holding as his voice quietly, and patiently orders, "Open your eyes."

Never one to disobey, you do so. You manage to breath normally even as your gaze instantly hones onto Silco still standing directly behind you. Even though you felt him, you still can't help but flicker your gaze down to his hands on your body, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. As if noticing where your eyes were at, he moves those hands from where they rested, to rest at your shoulders and slowly begins to turn you away from the floor-length mirror to face him.

You stand before Silco with hands limp at your sides, trying and failing to look away from his duel-colored eyes as he looks at yours without any hesitation, and without revealing a single thought going on in his mind. His hands remain on your shoulders as he drops his gaze down, following the coats form around your body while you find your ears start to burn at the mortification of this entire situation. "Sir, really, I'm-"

He trails his hand from your shoulder, gripping your bicep lightly, but firmly, while the other reaches over and takes your wrist from that same arm. Pulling that appendage up and out a bit, you're rendered mute as he runs a rather critical eye over the fit of the sleeve of his own coat around your arm. He pushes up the sleeve lightly from your wrist in his examination, and you feel your skin prickle, and ears burn with the feel of his skin on yours.

His hands are, surprisingly warm. You don't know why you always thought they would be as frigid as the man usual appears, but you suppose not...

"What are your measurements?" Silco asks, suddenly. Opening your mouth, no sound comes out. He glances back up at your owlish expression, and repeats the question again slowly, but again, you just can't seem to form the words or numbers he wants.

He sighs, clarifying a bit dryly. "Your shirt size."

You close your mouth, swallow, and tell him. He nods, and drops your arm, which you bring back to your side as he smoothly steps back, rendering you stiff.

He lets out a silent breath through his teeth with a nod to himself, hooking a thumb into the pocket of his pants while the other hand absently, thoughtfully rubs on his chin. The fact that he's just standing there, analyzing you, has you bewildered but nonetheless on-edge in preparation for whatever punishment he's concocting for you.

It's useless, you've seen others try and fail, but you try to plead your case nonetheless, "Sir... Silco, I truly am sorry for, um... putting your stuff on while you were-" You're voice is halted as he silently moves his hand from his chin, raising his index finger for silence as he closes his eye in thought, the lidless hellfire-black one still staring into the middle-distance. You can't help but feel as though it's still trained on you, and any other words you had in mind escape you.

A beat. Then the tip of his finger does a slow circle towards the ceiling.

You blink. He opens that brighter, seafoam green eye, and looks at you expectantly under a hooded lid and lashes. Swallowing, chest suddenly feeling tight, you find your feet and body doing the work for you as you brain goes dumb in your astonishment, turning in a slow, disbelieving circle for your boss while wearing his coat.

You feel fire race through your body when you hear him hum distantly by the time you're a third of the way through your rotation, eyes immediately locking onto his still-carefully unexpressive ones as you face him again, your brow raised in a million silent questions. Silco doesn't say anything, again a hand rubbing lightly at his lower face as his eyes roam over your form slowly again. Perhaps Silco takes pity on you (more than likely, he's finished with his examination) as he holds out his hand after another moment of you staring dumbfounded while he looks you over.

You can't seem to get out of his luxurious red, black and golden coat fast-enough, although you slow down considerably as he remarks lowly, with what you almost swear is teasing in his tone, "Don't rip it."

A jolt runs up your arm as you brush hands with his as he gently takes the coat you hold back out to him, casually smoothing the invisible wrinkles on the fabric before folding it over his arm. You stand at attention, awaiting for... well, at this point, you have no idea what you're in for, but his thoughtful expression fades back to neutrality as he looks back up to you. "I trust you've finished with your work for the day?" You nod, quickly & assuringly, and the corner of Silco's mouth quirks up.

"Good. You may go then." He turns, still running his hand over his coat, and you don't dare to take a blessing for granted as you turn and speed-walk out the door.

The moment you're in the hallway outside his office, with the door clicking shut, you let out a long huff of air at your moronic behavior, raising your hands to drag your face down as you silently berate yourself-

You freeze, inhale shortly again though your nose. Your cheeks flare with heat, as you realize you still smell the lingering of smoke, seasalt and cologne from your little stunt with the jacket. It's faint, but it is just so... so Silco, you can't help but jerk them down from your nose as soon as possible, arms stiff at your sides as you march away from the office with quick, determined steps to try and work on forgetting this mortifying incident as quickly as possible.

It works. For a time.

It works, until a week later when you find yourself called to the office.

It works, until you stand in front of Silco's desk and watch with a dry mouth as he slowly opens the slim tailor box on his desk, seemingly bemused by your inability to speak as he gestures you into position at the mirror.

Your attempt to forget the previous incident works, until once more Silco's hands rest just beneath your collarbone as he stands behind you in the mirror. Watching how your eyes scan over the altered, perfectly tailored jacket he had draped over your shoulders, silently guiding your lifeless arms through when all you could do was stare.

The popped-collar is much smaller, fabric close to highlight the line of your throat, with the coat stopping just above your hips, but you would be lying if your jaw didn't drop a little more every time you noted the stunning familiarity in that deep burgundy, smooth black and those gold accents in your new coat.

"See?" You let out a shaky breath as Silco's voice breaths past your ear, warmth filling your chest and cheeks as you feel his hands subtly massage into your shoulders. You see his reflection smile coyly at you from just behind, before your eyes slip close with a shiver as you feel the barest hint of lips along the tip of the jacket-collar at your neck. "Just like I said. You look good in my colors."

[hanjifuck]

.˚｡⋆ ༊ .˚｡⋆ stray kids ideal types - series .˚｡⋆ ༊ .˚｡⋆

lee know version ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ

based on their birth charts! s2

✧*:.｡. t/n: i’ll be using SIDEREAL astrology on this one. it’s also important to say that when we talk about romance in astrology we have to fully analyse the couple’s birth charts individualy at first and only then apply compatibility analysis so we’re able to check out the synastry overlays.

✧*:.｡. t/n: kinda proofread.

firts of all, i'll be taking a different approach to minho's birth chart as his' way different from chris'. with him we're gonna look at other placements.

let's use Lacan (1985) as a method to examine the relationship he has between the "i" and the "others". when we look at a Möbius strip it's possible to see that if we turn one side of the two surfaces of the band, we find ourselves outside, while the other finds itself inside the circle. which leads us into thinking about how much of "i" is in the "other" and how much of the "other" is in "i". even if we look at houses of the self, it's percepcion will only be seen on others. our notion of individuality is created trough the mirror offered by the other (the mirror stage).

the basics:

someone who has the sun in gemini, libra or aquarius;

moon in cancer, scorpio or pisces. leo and aquarius moons are a NO;

venus in aries, aquarius or sagittarius;

jupiter in gemini.

obviously there’s way more aspects to look into to see if a relationship would work but i’d rather not go too deep into it right now.

a person who above all things is his friend first. he wants to make friends with the person he likes because he's not the most romantic.

someone full of surprises, who excites him in differents ways everyday. boi wants an adventurous and unique love. he loves the drama and the unexpected.

a person who has knowledge about unusal things/likes to read about all types of things. interesting personality is a MUST for him. he loves being around strange people because he doesn't want to be bored. when it's about fun he likes to engage in all sorts of not-usual activities, what seems the strangest is also what’s best.

not-into-fairy-tales-romance type of person. he wants to be around someone who's interesting and makes him curious, so their meetings are most of the time unusual. i don't think you should expect the whole wine and dine type of thing from him, specially because he can give you way more. <3

someone who likes being around groups and is good at socializing. i know this can trigger some people but hear me out, he's happy when collaborating with others and functioning in groups. when he's having fun he wants to be part of the noisiest events, so it’s normal to see him at concerts or big art related events.

a non-judgmental person. it's not that he's scared of you "not accepting" him or whatever, believe me he does not care about this. he has to live to the fullest and to be unusual. he expresses his creativity in his own way. he wants to feel excitement when it comes to a relationships, so if you're too worried about what other people will think it won't work.

a person who wouldn't be a strict parent, if it's a long-term relationship we're talking about. his kids are very likely going to have strong aquarius/uranus energy on their birth charts, meaning his chiquitos would be as accentric as he is. he wants his children to express their individuality and be themselves. he's really good with children as well, having a great way of communicating with his kids, making them mentally strong and independent. yet he may tend to stress his kids with education stuff related cus he feels they should pursue their interests. cool dad™. will be good friends with his kids (the children will be as funny as he is).

someone who's not traditional. a rebel when it comes to love and don’t prefer to date the traditional way. he wants to fall in love with your mind. his dating ways can be unusual, maybe online since he has a kick for technological advancements. he can be strange when it comes to sex as well.

but is still a 100% monogamy. the king needs to rule ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. he wants to be the center of attention, he can be a bit domineering even. he may be a bit possessive or jealous, but tries to hide it. expects absolute loyalty from you. his kinks? a lot of love, affection, and admiration.

a person who's not scared of experimenting. he wants to try everything at least once.

a "modern" person. minho has always been interested in technology. he gives me big nerdy energy. he's quick to respond to his creativity urges.

someone who has a longing for learning. he enjoys traveling and learning about technology, psychology, philosophy etc. deep and philosophic conversations are a must (but don't get it twisted he enjoys humor more than anything). he's unhappy with what he's being given, he's always looking to improve things and his thoughts.

a person who's comfortable with silence as well. even tho he loves having fun with other people he's still kinda a loner who doesn't need to interact with other humans or to talk very much.

someone passive. would like it better if the person's willing to give him the spotlight. wants to be paided attention to, wants you to worship him. his fantasies probably revolve around devotion. ofc he enjoys giving his effort to you as long as he receive the same back, too. disobeying is a no.

a feminine and elegant person. rude or harsh behavior and crudeness about sex are a no. you must have a sparkling physical appearance as well.

easy conversationalist. def not into monosyllabic communicators. he's prideful, he won’t back off from a conflict that involves his own principles so it's essential for you to be good with words, too. fights can be commom in the relationship.

someone who enjoys praising him. don't forget to show your appreciation for all that he’s doing. wants you to see him as the confident man that he is and the man that will fulfill all your dreams.

a 100% honest person. you deceive him, he will just leave and not turn back. he finds it hard to forgive. again, he wants his partner to worship him. he works hard to make sure you leave idolizing him, so his feelings will get very hurt if he finds out later on that you were “faking” things. he will feel inadequate and insecure.

patiente. he can be easy to offend or to be hurt quite easily. you may need to walk on eggshells sometimes. when you first meet him, he might come off as a bit unattainable but don't be discouraged.

a person who doesn't get scared by his feelings. when he's actually in love, he will fall head over heels. if he thinks you're a match he wants to make sure nobody else will ever get you. he can easily get caught up in the moment and be impulsive. he wants to attract your attention as soon as possible after he realises he loves you, and it will be in an obvious and eccentric way. he wants you to remember him for a lifetime. his placements makes him one of the most emotional individuals, he feels love, anger, disappointment, happiness and so on, at a much greater level.

someone who stands out. he has always attracted a lot of attention since he has a gravitational energy, so it won't be just anyone who's going to catch his eyes. as a child, he felt very different from the people he was surrounded by. he loved and still love anything that is labeled as odd by others and he likes to feel like he's strange.

someone who's interested in humanitarian work.

a person who's flexible. he needs someone who's willing to take risks with him. someone who's in to enjoy the ride.

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

pretty off-topic from what i normally post, but i thought this up last night while i was playing shining nikki and watching smiling friends with my dad ( he legit had no idea wtf was going on but he still stuck around with me so thamks dad♡),,, but anyway, i was skimming through some of the designers' reflections in sn and i had a big brain moment,,,

smol blurbs below!

mercury's ears are pretty sensitive since he's hidden them all his life and he's never let anyone see them, much less even touch them. so when you decide to come up behind him while he's at his desk and give his ear a little kiss, he's caught completely off guard and he uncharacteristically jolts, and a grunt manages to escape his tightly sealed lips.

you're not stupid, once you figure out that it's mercury's weak spot, you waste no time in latching your warm lips onto the shell of his pointed ear, dragging your lips back and forth ever so slightly. he's clenching his knuckles so tightly they're becoming as white as a sheet, and he's clenching his jaw tightly shut, making it clear that he won't give in to your ministrations no matter what you do. when you feel satisfied, you pop your lips off, but not before blowing a puff of hot breath onto his ear, and quickly retreating before mercury has the chance to grab you. don't think he'll let this go, he'll get back at you one way or another ( with kisses, hugs, and his deep voice, duh )

qin yi hardly ever needs help applying his ever-changing makeup or slipping into his iconic designs, but for some reason he likes calling you over and asking for you to help him, coming up with all sorts of elusive reasons as to why he can't do it himself. he keeps his iconic smile when the sliver of your touch just barely grazes his smooth skin.

when you've finished applying the succulent blood-red lipstick and pull away to place the small circular container down, qin yi grabs your wrist firmly and presses his lips flat against the smooth skin. you, of course, jolt then begin to scold him since you put so much effort into applying the red pigment, but of course, he's not even listening. qin yi's too busy pressing kisses to your skin while slyly watching underneath his fluttering, butterfly lashes.

loen is canonly a lightweight when drinking, but he seemingly does well enough to appear sober even when drunk. so when he spots you at a bar that he quite often frequents, he waltzes right in and cheerily greets you. what he does expect, is seeing you participate in a drinking game with a few acquaintances, although your expressions are anything but content.

each time you bring the bubble-fizzed glass to your glass, loen can see that you try and take small sips, but your companions encourage you to take deeper swigs of the burning liquid. so when it comes around to him, he takes his drink like nothing, even if the tips of his pale ears are reddening, but when it's your turn, he snatches your glass from your hand and chugs it down in one go. you know him well enough to know that the alcohol is going to hit him hard, so you use that as an excuse to grab him and quickly leave. loen doesn't stop clinging to you though and even asking if you're proud of him for taking the fall. ( pls, he needs praise )

aeon is curious about the world of miraland, seeing as the one time he was able to grace its lands, he caused a rather unsavory and large tsunami. so it's safe to say that his perception of miraland is very limited and he has no clue how everyday life occurs there. so when you arrive in the ark, he tries to limit his questions, but you notice how he seems to just vaguely light up anytime you mention anything so mundane to you, but exciting to him.

he's glued onto every single one of your words, patiently waiting while you try and think up another interesting place that you've wandered off to. while he seems stoic and lacking in any visible excitement, you know aeon well enoughーthe slight raising of his voice, the way his body perks up with each description, and how his eyes sparkle and waver with a hunger for more of your words. if that weren't enough, marina will mischievously whisper how her older brother is always mumbling your name under his breath while he absent mindedly writes out your name in his clipboard!

modric somehow encourages you to stay up late with him, giving you his simple smile as he offers to play you one of his signature compositions as thanks. everytime he catches your eyelids drooping and your head dipping, he starts tracing his fingers across your face until the ticklish sensations rouse you from your little nap.

when it's obvious that you and him have reached your limit, you end up falling asleep against his shoulder, squishing your cheek in the process. and modric lets you, now much too tired to even really care. when you wake up on his couch and having overslept well into the morning, you're pissed because modric kept you awake well past your limit, and you're still exhausted. he just gives you a sleepy grin and offers to take you out to one of his favorite placesーa date if you willーand you're surprised that he can even talk, given how sleepy he sounds.

nikki always excitedly looks forward to when you'll come over and watch the numerous drama's she's found herself invested in. hell, she's gotten you hooked on the differing plotsーnot that you blame her, some of the characters and plotlines have you completely hooked.

she has the strangest foods ever like coke noodles and milk chicken wings ready and prepared for you, her and momoーlike hell he's gonna miss out on a feast like this!ーand you're impressed with how much effort nikki's put into this. when you comment on it, momo suddenly starts to say something about nikki being so excited about you coming over, but she quickly shoves a slab of barbeque in his mouth before he can finish his sentence and starts your marathon. throughout it though, you can feel her fingertips just barely grazing yours, inching ever so closely.

yexiao always invites you to come and paint with her; you don't even have to be artistically gifted to do so, she just tells you she'd like some company and chit chat. you agree and she guides you along to a hidden paint shop that she seemingly frequents, seeing as how the owners cheerily greet her and ask her if she's come for the usual.

it's so nice and calm, a contrast to what you're used to where you reside, and you can actually feel yourself think for once. yexiao lets you observe her yard, watching with unblinking and calm golden eyes. when your bring the pigment-stained brush to the blank canvas, she offers some adviseーmix the orange and blue a bit more to make a deeper brown, add some highlights to the green leavesーwhenever you appear to be struggling. yexiao's been painting for quite some time, and even you wonder what she's been up to. you, she painted you.

zoey is incredibly skilled with guns, that much is very clear and evident, even people who haven't met her know that she could gun them down and not even bat an eye. you, not so much. it's not that you're afraid of putting a bullet through someone's head, no, you just can't even fucking hold it properly without your stance looking like some amateurish wannabe gun slinger. good thing zoey offered to help.

she presses her body right up against yours, slender fingers perfectly gripping your shoulders and arms as she angles you into the right position and her smooth voice right up against your ear. when you hit the practice target with a bullseye, you're ecstatic because you finally did it and happily thank zoey for being a great help, and she gives you her signature smile and claps a bit. " if you're that grateful, why not join me at the bar tonight, hm?" ahー

[theunderneath]

Yandere Masky headcanons ? :D

Gonna be honest, I love Creepypasta (especially the old one, like Jeff and stuff since it is easy to make headcannon about) but I hate how the fandom has made the all... Gross. You know what I mean if you look up fanart.

Masky/Timothy Wright

"I-I don’t know how to tell you this.”

Tim probably met you between psychotic breaks, having a rare moment of downtime between his slender sickness and killing. He likes to spend these moments just wondering about the area he's been hanging around, like a park or campsite, usually smoking a little. He'll be sitting on a bench or leaning up against something, trying to light his cigarette. Tim will only stop when he feels like he's being stared at. He'll look up, half carious half pissed at being stared at like he's in a zoo, before meeting his eyes with his darling. Maybe you'll look away embarrassed about being caught, or keep staring while flashing him a smile before scurrying off. That's all it would take for him to get interested.

He'll follow you back home or to their campsite, being careful not to be noticed by pretending he's just going the same way or walking a block away from them. If you're in a campsite, he'll stalk it like some kinda predatory. Tim wandered back into the forest to wait for night to fall before snooping through your things, careful not to wake anyone but making it known he was there. Since he doesn't have the patients to put everything back how it was and he doesn't give two shits.

Now if Tim meets you while having a psychotic break, taking on his Masky persona, he'll fall under the idea he needs to keep you away from Slenderman. He says this without knowing that he's been the one spreading the Slender sickness by simply existing around people. So he kinda sets himself up for failure with that one. If it makes you feel better, he will protect you with his life. Tim has never felt a need for someone like he has for you. It's very unstable to deal with him this way since Tim is always paranoid.

If you're under the headcanon that Masky eventually loses his battle to Slenderman and somehow becomes a "proxy" then life becomes infinitely harder but more stable. In this part of his life, he's come to a crushing acceptance that he'll never escape the Slenderman. So he's much more stable but much more depressed. That and his darling will have more chance to escape since Slenderman will send him away to do missions and such. Which Tim can't bring you on since you could die.

Timothy is a very sick man with a dark determination to keep his darling his and safe. He is average at stalking since he's just a normal person. He can make mistakes easily as well since he's hopped up on drugs most of the time to keep the Slender sickness away. So if you start recognizing the man that appears almost everywhere you go, I'd call the police. Or if you notice the same masked figure lurking outside your house in your cameras.

That is also the nice thing about him being a yandere, he is easy to deal with if you catch him by surprise. Yes, he is relatively strong but if surrounded by cops he won't be stupid enough to run. Sadly Tim is very paranoid so he'll flee the scene before any cop can catch him. Although he can leave behind things that will lead him to being caught. HOWEVER, we both know the police suck dong, so the chance that stalking is taken seriously before it's too late is unlikely.

High chance Tim will kidnap you because of two reasons. You either date him for a short time and realize he needs serious help, or you don't even get that far. I mean why would you date a crack head looking guy who you see everywhere, yeah he seems nice but he looks like he sleeps in his car. So it's pretty safe that you'll be choked out and tied to a musty bed in some abandoned cabin/shed he found.

Timothy would keep you in check by unintentional fear and drugging. He's a scary guy, anyone is scary when they're on the edge of a mental breakdown every day. The drugging part is to put him at ease. Half of him thinks he's helping keep the Slender sickness at bay, the other half just needs you to be quiet because of the pounding headache in his brain.

He can be very sweet though. Tim will return to the cabin, bruised and tired, maybe he'll take some time to edit some videos before deciding to join you in bed. He'll practically melt into your warmth, muttering how much he missed you, while slinging his arm over you to keep you pinned to the bed. He also brings back whatever he thinks his darling likes so they have something in his dirty ass shed. 50/50 chance he stole that shit by the way.

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 5

Rating: Explicit.

‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it's own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV.

Summary: You're Peter's classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don't know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you're lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!

A/N: Revenge is sweet but a well-timed dick joke is sweeter. xoxo gossip girl. Please supervise one Bucky Barnes on the internet. Questionable music taste. Detention is the price we pay for justice. Bruce Banner is too precious for this world, too pure.

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"Initiate phase one," I added a growly undertone to my whisper, holding my phone inconspicuously, as if I was making a simple phone call. There was no answer but I didn't expect one: I was testing the voice recorder app that I had downloaded for the sole purpose of documenting and relaying the inevitable fall of one Flash Thompson. 

Making my way through the crowd of students during the busiest time of the day, I made the most intrigued and outraged facial expression I possibly could. Spying my targets, I leaned against a nearby wall, putting a hand over my mouth in fake outrage, keeping my eyes wide and trained on the opposite wall. Just as I had predicted, the two sophomore girls started giving me side-eye by minute two of my staring and finally approached me as I contemplated the wall for whole five minutes.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" The brunette asked, her blonde friend hanging a step back.

"Yeah, totally," I mumbled. "I'm, like, shook beyond imagination, but nothing, like, bad."

The girls traded a curious look, seemingly coming to some sort of conclusion. The greedy gleam in their eyes had me internally cheering. "What happened?" The blonde one asked, coming closer.

"I'm not sure if I should tell that to anyone," I stammered, watching them bodily move forward. "Well, okay, I can't keep quiet. But you must never, ever speak of it or I'll get expelled or something," I said nervously. They both nodded so rapidly it reminded me of Funko Pop figurines. "You know the senior guy, Flash? Brown hair, kinda hot?" Again, they both nodded, conspicuously grinning. "I think I just saw him in the closed girls bathroom on the third floor with, like, some brunette from Ms. Johnson's History class," They both gasped. Predictable. "But that's not the worst! They were like, y'know," I made an obscene gesture with my hand and they instantly covered their own mouths with their palms in shock. "And the chick was like 'is it in yet?' and he was like 'yah' and I just closed the door and ran, oh my god I hope they didn't hear me," I squealed at the end, playing the part of a mortified teenager.

All three of us giggled uncomfortably for a moment. The blonde girl stared at me suspiciously. "And what were you doing there?"

I faked a nervous stammer, looking around briefly and showing them my lighter for a moment. They both gasped and nodded in recognition. "Don't tell anybody or my mom is going to have kittens," I pleaded. Both of them nodded solemnly, noticing their own group of friends approach. I used the brief moment to get lost in the river of pupils and by the time they turned around to introduce me, I was already at the opposite part of the hallway.

For the time being, everything seemed peaceful. There were a few giggles and side-eyes directed towards Flash Thompson but nothing out of the ordinary. He was disliked by most of the student population even if nobody dared to admit it outright. I took care to walk around without my earbuds for the day and pulled out my phone to record the most interesting conversations around me whenever I caught the tell tale signs of a gossip mill beginning to run its course around the school.

"Oh my god, I heard about this girl that was caught fucking Flash in the girls bathroom and she literally said 'is it in yet', can you imagine the shock, jeez!"

"Some chick literally just rejected Flash because his dick was too small."

"Rebecca from AP chemistry told me someone saw Flash's micropenis. Poor guy!"

"I wonder if his girlfriend dumped him because he can't do shit, I mean, he doesn't look like the type to eat the kitty."

Those were just the highlights of the Friday afternoon. Come the weekend and the news of Flash's unfortunate condition will make the rounds through every single group chat that the school has and by the time Monday rolls around, nobody will have a clue who started the rumour in the first place. I had to carefully select the girls who were to distribute the rumour and I was happy with the outcome: Marissa and Layla with their squad of chatty, bored rich girls were the perfect choice. I thought they would jump at any opportunity to cause drama and I was right.

It was sufficient to say I was bristling with pride as I cut and compiled the audio track from today's school day before sending it to the group chat.

Clint, Peter and Natasha appeared online as soon as the message delivered and I was delighted at their response. Romanoff's kind words, specifically, made me all warm and mushy inside. I didn't resist the feeling, basked in it even as I did a happy dance around my room. Peter's nonsensical string of emojis was another point of laughter for me. 

It wasn't exactly the smartest way to go about killing Thompson's reputation... Alas, simplicity is the way to success when it comes to large crowds of teenagers. That tiny little vindictive part of me was very much looking forward to the weekend and the results of the inevitable distortion of the rumour I had started. Who knew, maybe by Monday Flash Thompson would not only have a micropenis but horns and hooves as well.

Near bedtime, I had all the avengers send me their regards and thumbs up. I answered the flurry of texts as quickly as I could but there was no point in keeping up with ten or so people constantly streaming their questions, opinions and comments. 

I settled on a single easiest response: pulling my dad's old uni sweatshirt over my tiny lacy pajamas to preserve some modesty, I settled in front of my mirror, turning on my Bluetooth speaker to play "Boss Ass Bitch". In true gen-z fashion, I put on my best resting witch face and solemnly lip-synced to the song's eponymous chorus. My eyeliner was sharp enough to cut paper and my prismatic highlighter glittered enigmatically in the cold light of my blue lava lamp.

The response was, once again, delightful and I genuinely belly-laughed at the adults' attempts to meme after Peter. His blushy face emoji started a whole nother conversation that I didn't participate in but watched from the sidelines with glee, snorting every time his friends and mentors gently teased him about the very obvious crush he harboured on me. 

Seeing Peter starting to go absolutely nuts, I interjected with an offer (more like a dare) of a lip sync battle. He jumped on the bandwagon, immediately going offline to undoubtedly film an epic video of what I thought would be dorky-dancing to some hipster song. I was pleasantly surprised when it turned out to be a pre-recorded tik tok video of him and Ned fighting with lightsabers while mouthing the words to Fergalicious that played over the Imperial March.

Weirdos. I still followed him on the app, though, it was pretty funny.

Bucky interjected with a very well executed rendition of "Bring Me to Life": he was wearing his full Winter Soldier get-up, complete with an AK-47, dramatically serenading Steve who looked seventeen shades of done with his partner's antics. Wanda's following twenty second voice message consisted of nothing but pure hysterical laughter, summing up everyone's reaction to the video. Bucky was going to go viral one of these days...

Obviously, I had good competition and nobody else seemed to want to participate so I rearranged my surroundings a little bit and stood up at my full height and swapped the old sweatshirt for a cute crop-top hoodie. My thigh-highs were on display and with my make-up, I looked like a proper internet e-girl. I leaned against the mirror as I mouthed along to the song with my best interpretation of the famous Lucifer smirk, seasoned with a tiny bit of angelic innocence: "Doctor, doctor, give me the news, I got a bad case of loving you..."

Needless to say, I won the competition. Eventually Wanda joined in, looking menacing and ominous with her dark clothes and Natasha's red hair flashing somewhere in the background; even Tony did a round (AC/DC as his soundtrack of course) with one of his Iron Man suits but nothing beat my stunt and the reaction that it caused.

I had accidentally called out Bruce with the choice of my song and his teammates gave both of us a lot of cheeky comments about it. We relented and flirted with each other a bit as the conversation flowed into more mundane discussion; I said my good nights somewhere between Tony's bitching about the hobbies of my generation and my nightly skincare routine. The little green heart that I'd become accustomed to over the past few weeks greeted me just as I was about to lock my phone.

Bruce was really too precious for this world. My crush on him was different than the one on Tony, it mellowed out in comparison. I wanted him to hold me, to stroke my hair, to call me his darling and wrap me up in one of those dorky button-ups that he insisted on wearing in spite of Tony's unwanted, however very valid, fashion advice.

For all that's worth, the scientist probably knew or at least suspected and had the good grace to play along just enough to satisfy my deep need for attention... Without crossing any actual lines. It was frustrating, it was disappointing but I had virtually nothing to complain about. Besides, I didn't want to lose the quirky friendship that we had. Banner was, probably, the least judgemental person I knew and I wasn't about to trade that for an awkwardly stolen kiss.

Monday and Tuesday passed in a flurry of giggling and snorting every time Flash walked by. His girlfriend broke up with him, very publicly, accusing him of cheating and he didn't even deny it - just insulted her and stormed off, leaving even his friends looking lost and clueless. I started dragging Peter and his two pet nerds along with me just about everywhere I went in case Thompson decided to do something stupid again. If judging only by the looks he was throwing our little company, he was on his way to figuring out who began nibbling at his reputation.

The week was coming to an end and the rumour began dying off, slowly. That just didn't sit with me, I wanted the fucker gone. Due to the obvious time constraints, I approached MJ regarding Peter - after a brief argument, we came to an agreement regarding Peter's safety should I need to leave him alone in the hallways or at lunch. 

I needed to do this alone so if I got caught, I won't drag them down with me. Granted, I would probably get something like a suspension and the school will attempt to call my mother (she never picks up) but that's about it. That's where her reputation comes in handy-people consciously avoid dealing with her, she can be that unbearable.

But first, I needed to get a teacher that's on my side. After carefully considering the candidates, I settled on my Social Studies professor - he taught the college-level classes and was overall a very chill, nice dude. And he disliked bullies with a flaming passion. So it didn't take me long to work him into a righteous fury - just a quick chat over a cup of tea in his homeroom and a few pictures of Peter's bruised face, complete with my own pleading puppy eyes. We agreed Mr Davies would "accidentally" leave the teacher's lounge unlocked during third period and I would sneak in. The plan wasn't foolproof but if it worked, not only Flash, but also his whole misogynistic, bigoted family would go down.

As I was leaving, Mr Davies looked up at me with a bright smile: "Give them Hell, alright?" And I suddenly noticed he was, in fact, very attractive. The smile brought out the fine wrinkles around his mouth, the crow's feet around his eyes - he smiled a lot. Silver strands mixed in with the wooden brown of his hair.

I let my eyes slide over him briefly before baring my teeth in return. "I owe you one," I don't know what possessed me to say that. My mouth really had a mind of its own sometimes. The room suddenly became hot.

"Sure," He replied, totally oblivious.

On Friday, I made myself a small nest in the empty classroom opposite the teacher's lounge and sat waiting for the signal from Mr Davies - he'd tap on the door once and I'd quietly go inside the teacher's lounge, retrieve Thompson's file and make my way back to the empty classroom to grab my backpack and carry the file to my locker for further examination. 

The first part went successfully and I managed to snag Thompson's file. It was heavy and hefty, all the evidence of his rowdiness compiled into one flimsy plastic folder. There were A LOT of pink slips and I rejoiced internally: at least there was a paper trail of his exploits. The principal didn't do anything about it which was... If not against the rules then at least frowned upon; the plan was to take copies and anonymously submit them to the school board prompting at least an investigation into the blatant disregard for Flash's immoral and illegal behaviour.

On my way back I stumbled upon the principal herself which got me not only a stern talking to, but a whole detention for skipping class. Whatever, I was too elated from potentially ruining the life of a dumb fuck who ruined my friend's face.

Surprise came in the face of Mr Davies, who, having heard the commotion in the hallway, stepped out of his class and saw me being lectured by the principal. 

"I'll take her for the detention," I heard the familiar voice behind me. The principal nodded solemnly and I had no choice but to sigh in resignation. "Three thirty, be here," He nodded to me, walking back, looking way too smug for his own good. So I wasn't the only one excited about the successful completion of stage two of my nefarious plan. Cue evil laughter.

[iamnightduchess]

Dangerous Woman (R18+)

Rating: Mature (AO3)

Pairing: Reiner x Mikasa (ReiKasa) ft. tiny Armin x Annie (AruAni).

AU: Love Like This

Trope: One-night stand (?)

Summary: Something about him makes her feel like a dangerous woman. Making her do things she won’t normally do.

She’s a married woman and she sure as hell shouldn’t be out here at a bar, planning to wine and dance the night away all by herself. She isn’t supposed to be flirting with a random stranger whose name she’d never bothered to ask. She’s most absolutely not supposed to be grinding bodies with this handsome enigma and allowing him to take her dancing all the way back to his hotel room. ReinerxMikasa ft. ArminxAnnie. Modern AU.

A/N: Inspired by this post & this post.

Rhythmic Muse: Dangerous Woman (Cover) by Travis Garland.

Content Warning: Adult undertones. Dubcon (somewhat). Rough, unprotected sex. (I do not condone this. Please practice safe intercourse in real life, everyone and only with people you trust, please!). Expect some OOC-ness because this is a self-indulging Modern AU fic. Happy reading!

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The smooth tunes of the Spanish guitar blasting from the seaside cafe’s stereo speakers and the sounds from the crushing waves of the ocean serenaded her weary senses, soothing her jaded body after a long day at work. She’s been busting her ass more than usual, covering more graveyard shifts than she could humanly manage in her years of field experience.  The salty seaside breeze wafted through her senses, mixed with the smell of grilled seafood and freshly-made martinis from the nearby bar, reminding her that her work vacation had been long overdue.

God, that trip to the Mediterraneans sounded much more tempting than before. Just lazing at the beach, soaking up the sun, reading a book or two and maybe toss in some kinky actions with a hot hunk somewhere along the way. But alas, they only managed to get away to a seaside resort just slightly out of town for the weekend.

A low, murmured whisper coming from her opposite direction turned into an uncontrollable cackle and she leered at her flaxen-haired companion, who’s now already tongue-deep inside her date’s mouth.

“Gross.” The raven-haired woman rolled her eyes, yet not without a small smile on her face.

“Don’t be jealous, Mikasa,” chided Annie as she broke her kiss with Armin, causing the latter to blush and stared back at his childhood friend sheepishly. “Just because your husband’s not here, doesn’t mean I can’t make out with mine.”

Armin sent a cautionary look at his wife and sighed. “Annie, we’re not supposed to remind her of him tonight. Sorry, Mikasa.”

The small smile turned into a tight frown as she continued to nurse the drink in her hand. She rolled mindlessly at the double olives on that tiny skewer inside her glass. “It’s fine, Armin. Annie’s right, you two are supposed to have fun. Don’t let me hold you both back. It’s your first night away from the girls after half a year, right? Go wild. But, not too wild ok?” She signaled to the other woman’s slightly protruding belly.

The upcoming fourth addition to the five member brood of the Arlert family.

Armin sent her a concerned look. He didn’t miss the way Mikasa had been restlessly fiddling with the wedding ring on her finger ever since she reached their planned venue of the evening from work. He and Mikasa have always been tighter than two halves of a whole since they were both in grade school. 

He’d know when she’s in distress. That doesn't require his professional skills in psychology to read the other woman's body language and facial expression.

“Did he wish you an anniversary greeting this morning?,” asked the blonde-haired academician.

She shook her head, her glazed eyes cast downwards as she took a sip from her dry martini. “Not yet, at least. I did slip something into his luggage before his flight out last week. Maybe he’s just busy.”

Annie slammed her own glass of fruit juice on the lounge table and declared out loud, “I’ll kick his ass for you tomorrow. If he ever gets here.”

“Thank you for the offer, Annie but I still got this under control and please don’t. You’re pregnant.”

Annie scoffed in return, expressing her distaste at said man’s nonchalant attitude. “Well, at the very least he should have given you a hall pass if he’s going to be ditching you here on your own. Give you the freedom to make up for his shortcomings. It’s your anniversary for crying out loud,” remarked the expecting mother before continuing to offer her unwarranted opinions. “I don’t know how you could go through all this for more than ten years? Sure, Armin and I have been married for fourteen years, together for sixteen and I can’t ever imagine being away from him for too long.”

Armin’s gaze hardened, he looked back at his wife’s rather harsh words in concealed disagreement, but he also knew that his long-time friend's married life was also none of their business. “I’m very sure he has a very good reason. Which has something to do with his work.”

Annie let out a long drawl of sigh. “Still doesn’t give him a reason to be a dick to her.”

Armin’s jaw dropped down in disbelief. “Annie!”

Mikasa waved away Armin’s chastising of his own wife. “It’s the hormones. This is not your first rodeo, Armin.”

He shrugged, “But this time, she’s much more brutal than usual, Mika.”

“After three girls, maybe this is finally a boy. Who knows?”

Armin beamed at the possibility, catching his wife’s eyes in a soft, appreciating gaze. “That would be nice, but even if this one’s another girl, it’s still not an issue to me. I love all my girls regardless.” Annie snuck a quick peck on the tip of her husband’s adorable button nose and nuzzled against his cheek softly, whispering, “I love you.”

Mikasa held the other couple in an admiring gaze. They are rock solid, there’s no doubt there. Also, by the way Annie’s hands had been slinking into the folds of the younger man’s casual dress shirt, rubbing slowly against her husband’s skin, Mikasa knew that Annie’s hormonal condition also came with other perks, which Armin clearly appreciates very, very much.

She shook her head and chided the pair teasingly, “Just head on back to your room, guys. Don’t remind me what I’m missing.”

Armin turned his head back at her, reluctance persisted against his own conscience. “We’re not going to leave you here on your own.”

“I’ll be fine. I just want to get another drink then I’ll be calling it a night.” She lifted the triangle-shaped glass in her hands and gestured for the couple to make their way back first.

It was Annie yet again, who made her concerns very vocal for the umpteenth time. “You know, if you’re gonna be dicking with one of these attractive men available around here tonight, we’re not gonna tell him. Scout’s honor.” She just had to end her sentence with a sly wink and a two finger salute.

Yep, someone’s super horny right now.

She raised an eyebrow with a mock disappointment on her face. “Just get the hell out of here. Armin, fill her mouth good.”

“Mikasa…” Armin shook his head in embarrassment at the crudeness of her sentence. He could still never get used to the savage side of his best friend, who’s more of a sister to him than anything else in this world. “Stay safe and just call me if you need anything at all.”

“Thanks. Now go on.” God bless Armin’s kind soul but it was bold of him to think that she’d be calling him when he’s already in way too deep inside his wife. Even IF she’d really ever needed someone’s assistance. Regardless, she waited patiently until the silhouette of the pair disappeared beyond the canopy walk heading towards the guest rooms’ direction. Only then she lifted herself off the lounge seat, clutch in one hand and fixed the hem of her skirt and her hair, already messed up from the strong breeze in the other. Eventually making her way towards the bar. With the manner she strode across the dining area, her heels clattered against the wooden floor, she willfully disregarded all the stares thrown her way - appreciating or lewd - from quite a number of the male patrons of the establishment. Deliberately, she dabbled lightly at the thin gold chain around her neck. Putting her wedding band on obvious display and on purpose.

Mikasa sighed in relief, silently to herself the moment the message was duly received by the interested parties. The last thing she needed was to be in a complicated entanglement. She continued walking towards the bar, nodding at the chirpy bartender who bid her good evening and asked for her latest choice of poison for the night. She took her seat on the high bar stool, crossing her long legs comfortably and decided on another appletini. While waiting for her drink, she rested her face on her hand and tapped her fingers lightly against her cheek to the smooth R&B rhythm, staring fondly at the sight of a beautiful young couple slow-dancing not too far from the live DJ booth.

The moment a nostalgic tune she had once heard from an amazing night in Hizuru’s Havana Club years ago began to play - the intro to the Spanish dancehall genre blasted through the speakers - her body couldn’t help but move slightly to the sleek music.

This was their song. It was playing on one of the first few dates they had with each other. She’s even wearing the same red dress that she wore on that date eons ago. Back when they were younger. Back when promises were made to never be apart even for a day.

After eleven years of being married together….well, who’s counting anyway?

Unbeknownst to her, a set of dark amber eyes had been lingering appreciatively at the way she tapped her heels and the manner which her body grooved slightly to the playing tune.

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The moment she’d walked across the distance between the patio lounge and the bar, she’d caught his attention from the get go.

Everything about this woman reminded him of Edwyn Collins’s crooning of his timeless serenade, A Girl Like You. She’s absolutely making him acknowledge the devil in him without an ounce of doubt.

His eyes glazed at the way her short dark tresses wavered in the evening draft and the way her off-shoulder red dress hugged her body tightly. The sheer fabric outlined the lithe curves of her waist, its edges danced around the long legs that seemed to be endless with every motion, beckoning his admiring gaze even further. She took her seat on the high bar stool, legs crossed and the edges of the dress hitched upwards, exposing the sight of her smooth thighs. Porcelain. Perfection.

It seems that he’s not the only person sending interested looks her way as he spotted several other men staring in awe at this breathtaking lady in red, without so much as a blink.

He exhaled a breath, much deeper than before.

He eyed the dark gold pumps on her feet that matched the delicate gold chain on her slender neck and the gold wedding ring on her finger. It also didn’t escape his observation on the beginnings of a rather intricate ink, emerging from the lace fringe on the back of her silky dress.

He wants to study the story behind it from the top down to where it might end if she’d be keen to share it.

He’s itching to know how much skin the ink covers.

He took in another long, deep breath, fixing the crisp collar of his suit. A hand smoothed his hair back in one fluid motion and finally, made his move towards the bar.

He’s going in for the kill. A wedding band had never stopped him before.

Several steps away from the bar and he’d already caught the fragrant scent of something succulent and delicious in the air coming from her direction.

Her perfume. 

Juicy. He found himself licking his dry lips in response towards the prospect of savoring the taste of figurative sweet cherries on luscious porcelain skin.

As it were, she could feel the prickle of piercing eyes on her back. She then turned her head around and their eyes met from across this crowded space.

Her eyes, a curious granite hue, reflected a hunger that has not been fulfilled for quite some time.

It’s a rather perfect coincidence that he’d been ravenous for the similar thing as well.

He wandered over to the empty seat next to her. “Good evening. Can I buy another drink for you?”

She pretended that she didn’t hear him at first, yet began to cave in after realizing that she was just too polite to turn down a stranger’s offer. “Thank you but I can buy my own.”

A knowing grin graced his lips. He knows an elegant woman with a refined taste when he sees one. “I can see that you’re waiting for someone. Can I, at least, keep you company for the time being?”

She gestured to the vacant bar stool next to hers with a short tilt of her head. “Help yourself.”

He asked for a serving of whiskey on the rocks from the gentleman on the other side of the tropical themed bar. Certainly didn’t miss the way her chest hiked the moment she took in the smell of his cologne and he also didn’t miss the way she ran a thumb against the small jewelry on her finger at the same time she took a sip of her martini. Like she was reminding herself of a line she’s not supposed to step over.

Instead of taking over the offered seat, however, he turned his body around and reclined against the side of the wooden bar’s curved edges. He’d caught her staring at the outline of his pecs between the already undone buttons of his shirt. “Can I take a guess?”, he eased his way into another opening for small talk, “A husband who’s running late or almost letting you know that he’s not going to make it?”

Bullseye. He could feel her glaring at him from the corners of her eyes. “Aren’t you the expert on lonely women?”

A deep chuckle escaped his lips shamelessly. “Well, if you were my wife, you’d never find yourself waiting all on your own or getting stood up for that matter.”

The large hoop earrings dangled against the side of her neck when she turned her head sharply towards the devilishly handsome but certainly up-to-no-good face. “Does that line work with all the married women you’re trying to seduce?”

His sturdy, well-trained shoulders shrugged incredulously. “Only those that match the very specific types: cold, mysterious, killer legs and silent ones that are forbidden to touch.”

“Hmmm….” She shook her head at his rather brave yet stupid audacity of assuming she’s just like the other women he had successfully added to the notch under his belt. She’d wished he’d just take a hike and let her finish her drink alone.

“How about this, one dance and I’ll leave you to your lonesome for the rest of the night?”

One dance. It wouldn’t hurt anyone, would it?

She should’ve said no. But she didn’t.

The second he pressed her snug against his own well-honed body on the dancefloor, she could feel her own conscience gradually diminishing through every grip of this man's fingers against her waist. His muscular arms ensnared her in a vice hold before he turned her around again and again to the fast tempo of the music. Their touch electric, their bodies coordinated flawlessly to the sensual rhythm and lips almost brushing dangerously against each other.

He twirled her around and let her back rest against his chest. His voice was a low, deep growl - reminiscent of a sly devil, whispering nefarious sins into her ear. "You are a very interesting woman.

"I know what you're trying to do."

"Let's not beat around the bush then."

She shook her head incredulously, lifting the hand with her wedding band right in this stranger's face. "I'm still married."

A dark chuckle escaped his lips,  the thrumming of his chest reverberated against her bare back. "I'm still interested."

She pushed herself forward ahead of him. "I need to go." Only to have her hand ensnared in his again.

The blonde enigmatic stranger lowered his head, his warm breath mixed with his sharp clean scent assaulted her senses. A contradiction to the sudden shift in his voice to a firm, authoritative tone instead. "Your husband is holding extremely confidential information that could jeopardize national security. I'd strongly suggest that you remain compliant until we can get to a more secure and private place to talk."

"You can't force me to go anywhere with you. I don't even know you!"

"I can assure you, making a scene is only going to make things more complicated, Ms. Ackerman."

Her eyes widened in shock. "How did you know my name?"

"You're a person of interest. I have all the intel on you." His dark, cryptic eyes held her gaze in a subtle warning. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way."

"Fine."

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As soon as he closed the door to his room, the stranger pressed her body hard against the wooden surface, wasting no time in taking over her body’s will through the pull of his hands. He began to pat her body down with a force so strong she could feel the pervasive grip of his muscle against her skin.

She tried to push his hands away, almost gasping in shock upon his sudden action. "What are you doing?!"

He lifted a finger against his lips, demanding her absolute silence. "Searching for any hazardous items you might be hiding underneath your dress."

She scoffed. "As if."

An arm held her shoulder down while his other hand pressed at the curve of her hips, pushing her ass hard against the door of his room. He lifted one of her long legs and let it wrap around the side of his broad torso.

He palmed the lower front of her dress, caressing the shape of her hidden mound and his lips curved upwards in a wicked grin. "Found it." The same hand hitched her dress upwards and slipped through the layers of fabric until it reached its intended destination. "This, I believe requires a more thorough search."

He dropped down to the floor yet not without holding her leg in place so it now rested firmly on his toned shoulder.

The pointy end of her heels grated tantalizingly against his back as he marveled at the leverage he had taken from her, along with her resistance. Mikasa looked down in horror as the top of his blonde head disappeared underneath the wavy ends of her crimson dress, a gust of warm breath against her barely-covered mound. The only thing that she could register on her brain next was something wet and boiling hot brushing against the flimsy fabric of her lacy thong, just before the muscle of his tongue slid across her cunt in one long, torturous lick.

She could only moan involuntarily, her breath coming out in pants with every daring lick of this mysterious man's tongue against her already dripping core. Oh God, it’s been too long. “More….” She whimpered softly, yet her voice though, was a contradicting guttural sound, even foreign to her own self as she urged him to pay more attention to that little bundle of nerves hidden somewhere in between her folds. But that asshole wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. 

His powerful hands gripped her waist in an unyielding hold, pulling her with him before pushing her body back on all fours onto the springy mattress. She bit her lower lips in anticipation, her watchful gaze lingered on the way the stranger's lips savored the taste of her with his tongue.

He pulled on the edges of her dress downwards, leaving her in only her brassiere, her thong and her pumps. A tiny shiver tingled across her spine as the cold air from the air conditioned room hit her bare skin. He grabbed hard at the firm shape of her ass, only covered by a measly thin string and eventually tore the flimsy underwear away.

"Beautiful." His tone appreciative, followed by a low growl. "So much more beautiful in person. Your husband is a very lucky man indeed, Ms. Ackerman. Or should I call you Mrs. Braun instead?"

Her breath labored heavily in her arousal, induced by this man's words. "No-- we can't--" Her body heaved as she felt this man's long digits prodding through her drenched slit without warning. Her traitorous lips let out a slow whimper, grunting in regret at her own body's betrayal.

It wasn't supposed to enjoy another man's intrusive touch. But it's too late. The intense animal magnetism of this man was just too much for her body to resist. Certainly not when its needs haven't been satiated for quite some time now.

She heard the rustling of coat and dress shirt, followed by the unmistakable sound of a zipper coming undone from behind. "Wait--we can't--"

"You're my captive for tonight, Mrs. Braun. You won't be getting any rest until my questions have been answered and our bodies have been mutually satisfied."

She felt his hand undoing the clasp of her brassiere and she watched helplessly as the undergarment was ripped apart, landing against the carpeted floor of the luxury hotel room. "What answers?"

"For starters, tell me how hard do you like to be fucked?"

Her head turned sharply, her body struggling to wrestle control against the iron grip on her nape and her waist. "HOW ABOUT NO?"

"Are you sure?" She could feel his fingers toying with the sacred bundle of nerves within her folds and the blazing hot tip of his manhood already teasing at her slick entrance.

"God…." She moaned in agony. The sloshing sounds made by her own treacherous body couldn't make her sinful desires even more obvious than it already was. "Wait--we can't--" Don't do it, Mikasa. "Please…" Oh, heavens... Her voice cracked, her words turned into a series of low, incoherent grunts and mewls.

She muttered another low whimper, cursing when she felt the unwarranted sting on her skin following the sound of a loud smack from this smug asshole's palm hitting her ass.

Without yet another warning, the piercing tip of his member penetrated through her slit as he rammed into her viciously; she could truly taste him pervading her walls, its head hitting her crux with a painful yet thrilling contact. Her shock manifested in the way her lips trembled and her knees buckled against the soft egyptian cotton sheets. A long drawl of whimper escaped her scarlet sunrise-painted lips when he filled her so deliciously.

“Can your husband make you scream like I do?” He whispered those vile words into her ear when their hips pounded against each other once more upon impact. This sinful stranger imposed on her a choice she’d never make as a decent woman, wife and mother. The second he thrusted his whole length and girth raw into the tight passage deep inside her with no abandonment, she’d eventually admitted that her conscience had been long gone the moment they first laid their eyes on the other in the crowded bar.

She felt a hand seizing her chin from behind, tilting upwards and forcing her long neck to stretch further than she usually could. Their bodies fusing, this man rested his whole weight on her, pressing her flat against the mattress. It sprung from their combined weight. This man's mystifying gaze punctured through her conflicted soul - he was a metaphorical devil. Claiming not only her unjust body, but also her reluctant soul. Even more so when he brushed his thin full lips against her trembling ones. Their teeths chattered, their tongues wrestled for dominion of the other's will.

He snickered through the kiss, his chest vibrated against her back. She could even feel his member vibrating deep within her wet, hot canals. "What would Mr. Braun say if he sees you this way, hmm?"

Fucker. He stretched her thin and she cursed herself -- her body kept pulling him in. This man commandeered full authority over her body through every twist of his hips and every angle of his thrusting. Harder and faster. Faster and harder. Yet her mouth kept screaming a feigned resistance. As if the pure, innocent part of her was justifying the pleasure she was receiving along with her impending, forced shame.

Something about his recklessness and guts made the wicked person inside her want to break free. She was a good wife but this man is pushing her to the edge, tipping her scale from good to super bad really quickly. If these walls had eyes, they would patronize her for being so unabashedly wanton with another man’s dick deep inside her, filling her up, stretching herself tight using his substantial size with every thrust, wet glides and titillating tractions.

This man kept on thrusting mercilessly, his hips pounded hard against her ass again and again from behind until their inevitable gratification of merciful release, eventually setting her free.

He growled loudly for one last time when he unloaded his release deep inside her tight passage. Almost frozen, barely able to move as their bodies crashed flat against the springy bed, stacked on top of the other. 

"Break." She mumbled against the sheet, still gasping - almost choking- for the air that she had lost.

"Agreed." He nuzzled against the back of her nape, inhaling in her sweet fragrance and the unavoidable scent of their aftermath. "Fuck, I miss you so much, baby." He snuck a kiss on her cheek as he pulled himself out of her, staring at his already flaccid member, secretly commending it for an exceptional performance even when he's almost approaching the big 4 Oh.

Mikasa turned herself slightly and rested her hand against the sinewy hardness of his thigh, showering it with gentle and loving caress. "Welcome home." God, he still amazes her even after twelve years together.

"Come here." He pulled her body closer to his so they both rested against the headboard of the bed, with his arms around her. "I've never stopped thinking about you when I was away."

"I wasn't doing any better." She cupped his jaw, smiling at the thick growing beard she found there. "You haven't been shaving."

He wiggled his eyebrows cunningly. "I think it adds more character don't you think?"

A sudden realization caused her body to spring up and asked, "What time is it?"

He leered at the watch on his wrist. "Eleven. Why?"

"I was supposed to take the pill two hours ago, Reiner."

"It's fine. I forgot to pack a box too. Miraé found the one at home and she thought it was a really special balloon we've been hiding. Thanks to her, I think the one we have might have expired anyway."

A grin formed on her lips. "That girl. I told her so many times not to snoop around our dressing table." She looked back at him hesitantly before confiding, “Reiner, I’ve actually been forgetting to take the pill for a week now. What if we--”

“Then it’ll be a nice surprise don’t you think? I kind of missed seeing you pregnant again.” His large hand rested on the curves of her sculpted abdomen. He remembered very vividly how breathtaking she had been, even more beautiful when her body was swelling with not one but two babies from nine years ago. The pregnancy had been harder for him due to his Couvade Syndrome for two full trimesters but he’d do it all over again.

She traced the inks on the left side of her husband’s torso : the kanji of their twin’s names - Masaru and Miraé.  “I thought we’re done having babies?”

“I’ve held our home front with the double trouble and I love every single second of it. Another baby’s not gonna be a new challenge but it’s really up to you, dearheart. You know I’d carry the baby if I could.” He rested his palm over the hand on his torso. “Another ink would be nice. Or two? Rémy's been asking if he can have his own baby brother, I quote, and or sister since Armin and Annie's having another new cousin for them.”

Mikasa swallowed slowly, envisioning another pair of twins inside the house. Her eyes lit up at the potential new adventures or misdemeanours in tow - either way you can't have one without the other. "I think it would be really amazing. I couldn't do it without you."

"And I couldn't do it without you."

He ensnared her lips in another appreciative kiss.

“Happy Anniversary, Mrs. Braun. Thank you for an amazing eleven years of married life together.” He fumbled around his wrist for the luxury watch, engraved with their names and the most important date of his life: the day he made her his wife. “Thank you for the gift. I love it very much. And, here's mine for you.” He retrieved a custom-made dark blue box wrapped with a matching dark purple ribbon from the side table.

Her eyes widened as she saw the box and recognized the label. Only from the finest custom jeweller in South Marley. "Oh…."

"I know you don't wear jewellery because it's hazardous when you're performing surgeries but I really want you to have something more practical but still reminds you of me every second."

Great minds think alike it seems as he too had gotten her a custom fitness watch made from palladium only available in Marley. "I love it. Thank you so much, Reiner." She wasted no time in placing his gift around her wrist, absolutely revelling in its perfect weight and its snug fit. Just like every part of him to hers.

"Look, we match." He grinned as he moved their wrists closer.

"Always."

They basked in their blissful aftermath before their lips found each other again.

“If you were my wife?", she laughed at the callback of their earlier rendezvous at the seaside bar. “Your roleplaying skills have gone rusty, Vice Commander Braun”

“Well, my dear Dr. Ackerman-Braun, it only means we need to do this more often. Hey, maybe next time we can do the hot teacher, bad student routine?”

“We’ve done that 2 years ago.”

“This time I’ll be the hot teacher.”

“Hah…depends though, will you wear your reading glasses?”

He wiggled his eyebrows hilariously. "How thick do you want it to be?"

"Oh god."

He pecked at the juncture of her neck. "Hey, do you think I can borrow one of Armin's work shirt vests?"

"Please stop." She was already laughing hard at the horrendous mental image yet didn't stop his fondling hands or the tiny bites of his teeth against her skin.

They were about to dive deep into another round of lovemaking when the room's phone rang, completely shattering the private haven they have built between the sea of sheets.

"Baby, leave it." Reiner growled into her ear, his hand pulling on her own that's already pressing at the device's speaker button.

"HAPPY ANNIVERSARY YOU SICK FREAKS!" A loud voice could be heard from the other end.

"Shut up, Annie." Reiner barked at the phone, but his tone was betrayed by the amused smirk on his face.

Mikasa shook her head at her husband. "Thanks, Annie. Armin too if he's still awake."

"Hey… welcome back, Reiner." Armin's voice could be heard coming from the background of the other couple's room.

"Thanks, bro. Sure good to be back."

"You know Reiner," quipped Annie. "If you really stood her up, I'll be the one who personally hooks Mikasa up with one of those handsome rando strangers we saw at the bar."

"Not today, Satan. I meant, sis."

"Asshole."

The two couples broke into a mutual amused laughter.

"Now, Annie, can you please piss off so I can get back to banging my sexy missus?"

Their respective spouses' hollering their names echoed behind their backs before the call ended with a quick 'Make a baby!' phrase from his stepsister.

"Now, where were we, Mrs. Braun?"

The ends of her painted lips curved upwards and her lightly painted nails were already trailing down her husband's impressive body. She leered sensuously when she climbed on top of her husband's broad frame. "Making a baby."

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A/N: This is inspired by my upcoming Love Like This AU, where Reiner’s stepsister, Annie is married to Armin, who’s also his wife’s childhood friend. Mikasa and Annie are competitive in-laws and the dysfunctional Braun-Leonhardt family are chaotic, eccentric and loving as they come. No children were harmed in the making of this fic. As a matter of fact, on that night, a child has been conceived haha Thank you for your reading! xoxo

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May I request some yandere present mic attempting to court a fellow teacher who, despite also liking him, keeps turning him down. She doesn't think he's genuinely interested in her because she has a hard time believing anyone would actually find her desirable?

thx for the request, hope you’re okay with where i took this!!!

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(1.3k words)     title: gifts

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It was subtle at first.

He’d linger in the teacher’s lounge longer than normal, doing anything to extend his stay when you were around.

Then it progressed to him taking up residence in the seat next to you on the couch. Yamada would ask about how your students were treating you, if the workload was too much―always interested in your well being, but in a professional sense.

It was nice, to say the least. Coffee was freshly brewed and at the ready for when you walked into the room during break, him waiting patiently for the opportunity to strike up a conversation. He’d crack a joke here and there, easing your pent up tensions greatly. The time you began to spend with the voice hero was like therapy―taking you away from the stresses of being a newly transferred teacher into such a prestigious school.

That was until it moved into something more...personal.

He was clingy.

The second you were away from work, whether it be on your break or early in the morning before class began, he was there. It had you questioning how on earth he managed to get his own work done, being around you whenever possible.

You could manage it, but the closeness that was becoming all too apparent only had you thinking of one thing. And eventually your suspicions had come to light, in the form of Yamada asking you out on a dinner date.

Not that you didn’t like him, at this point you actually had grown quite fond of his company. However, you’d never been one to accept proclamations like these. Your friends called it being a tease―but you knew it was more than that. After internalizing it for so long, it was simply a matter of understanding that these moments were most likely done on a whim, with intention being everything but thought out.

Yamada wasn’t the most serious of men, so there was no way he’d really contemplated the outcome of his actions. If he did then surely the current feeling would be short lived, and it would only take your rejection to make him come to his senses.

So you politely denied him, reasoning with not having the time, and not wanting to distract him from his work―when really it stemmed from issues of self-confidence.

He’d taken it without batting an eye, so you assumed it finally clicked how the idea was never a good one to begin with.

But that assumption slowly faded.

He became more insistent. Hinting at going out after school, or taking you to his favorite restaurant, even offering to cook for you himself.

Time after time you denied his advancements. You knew full well that he wouldn’t like where it would lead with you―after all, who would?

Yamada must’ve picked up on your complete dismissal of the subject, because he only became more aggressive with his intentions.

You started coming to class only to find small gifts waiting on your desk. The contents stayed consistent in value for a while―chocolates mostly, flowers―innocent things.

It became alarming when they became more pricey. You’d walk in to find luxurious perfumes or jewelry sitting neatly adorned with designer brands labelling the boxes they were situated in. None of the items were of that you’d be able to normally afford. It made you feel nice to be doted on so passionately―but also horribly guilty.

You were convinced that he hadn’t thought out the implications, as doing so would never have led to this. To stop him from damaging his wallet any further, you brought up the issue.

Given the circumstances, you were forced to be blunt with him. Unlike last time, he was adamant on questioning your reasoning. You knew a simple explanation of not having the time wouldn’t pass―him knowing just as much as you that it wasn’t really the case.

Instead, you chose to be honest. It was never something you wanted to admit, it bringing a strange sense of shame along with the confession. But you knew there was no other way to convince him.

The response was short―you said that there was no way such a successful man such as himself could really want to indulge someone like you in ways he had suggested. Driving the point home, you vaguely conveyed that your past partners never enjoyed themselves with you, and it was something they made very clear.

Like last time, you expected, or rather hoped, that he’d just accept your confession and move on.

But that was far from what happened.

You’d never seen Yamada so emotional―so distressed.

He demanded to know who made you think so little of yourself, saying there must’ve been some serious screws loose in their heads to ever convince you of that.

And when you refused, he did not at all take it well. It wasn’t immediate―he’d left you for the day telling you he wanted you to think about what he said. Yet, when he returned and you still didn’t want to give the individuals up, he became almost patronizing.

Yamada pestered you until you gave him the names out of frustration than anything else really. He calmed down after that, saying you did the right thing by telling him.

The voice hero left soon after, saying he had some work to finish up, of course not without sending you a signature wink and a smile before doing so.

You went home that day unsettled to the bone. He was eager to leave you after that―too eager.

But that wouldn’t be the only thing to leave you deeply disturbed for long.

Being a teacher at a hero school, it was only natural that you kept up on the news. Your students liked to ask you all sorts of questions on the subject, so you’d be neglecting your duty if you didn’t stay well informed.

Yet informed was everything you didn’t want to be after seeing the most recent coverage of villain activity on the news.

The offender was still at large, putting more tension on those who, like you, were educated on their crimes that night. The newscaster displayed images of every single one of the individuals you had confessed to Yamada. All deceased and beaten to a pulp with blood draining from their ears.

You sat paralyzed with fear for what felt like hours. Eventually however, you pulled yourself out of your thoughts, making haste to lock all the doors and windows of your home.

When you made it to the front door, your heart sank into your stomach as your eye caught a small box sitting on your doorstep. Debating whether it was worth it or not, then concluding that you had nothing left to lose, you opened the door. In the blink of an eye you had grabbed the box and slammed the door closed again, locking it immediately.

Hesitantly, you set the parcel on the coffee table of your living room. Steeling yourself, you untied the ribbon keeping it closed, slowly lifting the lid off.

The contents made you want to throw up.

There were pictures―so many pictures.

Some were of you at work or walking home. There were too many taken from what must’ve been somewhere outside your windows. You were eating dinner in a few, cleaning in others. You could barely keep your eyes on the more disturbing, or rather revealing ones for half a second before throwing them back into the pile.

When you finally made it to the bottom of the parcel, you weren’t sure if what was waiting there was any better.

There was a handwritten note:

I hope these help you see just how perfect you are in my eyes sweetheart. Even if they don’t, I’ll be more than happy to teach you once you come home.

See you soon,

‘Zashi

The front door lock clicked open.