#i can't bring myself to watch the aftermath

[darlin-collins]

why does the aftermath hurt more then the tragedy itself

[myuminji]

Just a comic about two people catching up again [Angel AU]

[ID: A Trigun comic of Wolfwood after his death in Trigun Maximum.

Abbreviated ID: Wolfwood is now an angel with wings and a halo tied to his grave. He cannot be seen or heard by others, but Livio visited his grave and mostly filled him in on the finale, and Wolfwood waits for Vash to show up. When he does, Wolfwood is stunned and worried by his black hair, though he deems Vash fine when he pulls out drinks for them both.

Vash pours the drinks and talks. He confesses that he killed someone and calls himself a coward and the worst, apologizing for being selfish and not saving Wolfwood. Wolfwood angrily shouts that everything was his decision, and Vash is an idiot for blaming himself.

He says that Vash has done so much for Wolfwood and for others, and he calls Vash brave. Vash falls asleep with tears in his eyes, but he seems lighter when he wakes up. Vash leaves, promising to return, and Wolfwood says that he'll "watch him from afar... again." The title is "#1 'What happened to your hair?'". Full ID below readmore in 21 paragraphs.

The comic starts with a dark, noise-filter panel of the Punisher being used as Wolfwood's gravestone, with the quote "Nicholas D. Wolfwood has died" written over it.

Below that is Wolfwood, who has wings and a halo. He sits pensively and narrates, "At least, that's what everyone has come to believe, including me. Yet here I am, still roaming on this damn barren planet... But I wouldn't say I'm quite alive anymore. Since I couldn't feel hunger or thirst like I used to." He thinks, "'Ghost,' like those horror stories was it?"

He narrates over sketchy panels of himself frowning while floating next to his grave and yelling at Livio. "There, are other things I found that fits the term, like how I can't bring myself to far too far from my grave, or how others can't see me at all." We see Livio tearing up and saying "Nico-nii..." while Wolfwood furiously waves his arms and shouts, "I am!! Here!!!!"

Livio is shown speaking with a teary smile while Wolfwood leans against Punisher and listens. Wolfwood says, "Livio is the first and only person I've met so far. And luckily, he was quite a storyteller. I was able to get a grasp of the situation, and its aftermath. And what happened to him in the end."

Livio smiles and says, "It's been three months ever since... But even if we couldn't get ahold of him now, I'm sure he'll come back to you someday." Wolfwood narrates, "—And knowing that idiot, he probably would."

A close-up of Vash's coat in the wind as Wolfwood narrates, "So it didn't come as a surprise to me when he visited my grave. I'd even thought up of things to say when we meet again. Everything was thrown out of the window when he appears, of course. I could vividly remember the one question that burns in my head..."

Wolfwood looks shocked as Vash, hair fully black, waves cheerfully, "Yo! It's been a while, hasn't it? Wolfwood." Below the two floats the question: "#1 'What happened to your hair?'"

Wolfwood sweats, "Spikey, your hair. Doesn't it mean... Are you okay???" Vash smiles sheepishly, "Ah, I hope you're not mad I didn't come sooner, don't haunt me please..." Wolfwood shouts, "That's not the problem right now!!" Vash pulls something out and exclaims, "But look what I got for you!! Alcohol!!!" Wolfwood shouts, "What sort of person do you see me as!?"

Vash excitedly pulls out a bottle and two shot glasses. "It's not the only reason why I'm late, but it did took me a month to hunt this down... I recall you said you wanted to try them, right?" Wolfwood buries his face in his hands and says, "Where the hell are your priorities... You know what, yeah. I'm not gonna ask anymore since you look fine."

Vash smiles a bit tiredly and says, "Hmm,, I'm glad this place hasn't turn to ruins yet~ I've still got lots I need to tell you that's happened out there! And I thought it's better to talk about it with drinks on the side…" He clinks two glasses together. "So, cheers! ..."

He and Wolfwood are both awkwardly silent, and Vash sweats and frowns nervously. Then he pours a glass onto the ground, and Wolfwood furiously shouts, "D'ya really expect me to drink off the ground!? Stupid needle noggin!!!!!"

Vash laughs sheepishly, and he speaks via empty speech bubbles while Wolfwood listens, drinking with a small smile. Vash says, "... And when that happened I..." He drops his gaze and says between long pauses, "I..... When that happened......" Wolfwood watches him seriously as he says, "... Say. Wolfwood, is this how you've felt all the time?"

Vash looks down sadly. "You I see, I... killed someone in the end." He laughs, eyebrows drawn in. "I guess you're right. I am bound to choose someday." He takes another sip, then downs it and falls backwards. "Isn't it funny? That I've called you a coward once for killing... But guess who's the coward now~? It's always been me, isn't it?"

Vash lies on his back and laughs. "... Haha. I wonder if you're laughing too. I really am the worst, aren't I?" Wolfwood looks down as Vash continues, "You've done so much for me, but all I've caused you are troubles. I was selfish, always chasing after my own goals... That you couldn't ask for my help. That I couldn't save you. Just what kind of friend am I?"

Vash scrubs his eyes with an arm and says shakily, "Sorry... Wolfwood... I'm so sorry..." A close-up panel of his mouth shows Wolfwood saying, "... Just so you know--" Expression unimpressed, he exclaims, "There's no way in hell I'm accepting that lousy apology! You drunkard!"

He stands up and seems to kick Vash, who's still on the ground and mostly out of sight. Wolfwood demands, "Why are you even sorry for something like that, huh?? I chose my own path. It was all my decision! How many times do I say it to get it stick in that thick head of yours? Stop. Blaming. Yourself. For the things. You've not done. Idiot! Stupid spikey hair!!"

Vash's face is cut off, but a tear in his eye can be seen as he weakly says, "... oof.. wood..." Wolfwood looks tired and sighs, "... Ha... Don't feel bad about me. Until when will you realise just how much you've done for us? You've done more than enough for me, Needle Noggin."

The perspective zooms out to focus on the sky and two moons, including the fifth moon. Wolfwood's wings and the Punisher can just be seen at the bottom. Wolfwood says, "And you're brave, to go against what you've been taught your whole life. You're not a coward. You faced them until the end. So don't sell yourself short like that next time, okay?" We see Vash's face, smiling with tears in his closed eyes. Wolfwood concludes: "I'll get mad."

Wolfwood narrates, "—He passed out right after for the whole night on the cold ground. I realised how little I could help in the situation." He tries to drape his coat over Vash, sweating, and wonders, "Wouldn't it just pass through ...?"

Time passes, and Vash gets up with a sneeze and rubs his eyes. Wolfwood watches him with his eyebrows raised, and Vash laughs quietly and a bit nervously. Wolfwood narrates, "As if he'd heard my voice, a burden seems to be lifted off his shoulder when he woke up. That, or maybe he'd forgotten what happened last night. He was quick to take his leave right after.

"And so, Vash the Stampede went on a journey with a promise." Vash waves goodbye, turning to leave with his bag in hand. "I'll be sure to bring back more stuff next time!! See you later!" Wolfwood concludes, "While I watch him from afar... again." Wolfwood sits below the Punisher and waves back, saying with bemusement, "Has he never heard the phrase 'do not disturb the death?' He really throws me off..." The title is named, and it says "/ END." End ID]

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[maeby-cursed]

KISS ME, TRY TO FIX IT…

𓂃 COULD YOU JUST TRY TO LISTEN ?

a/n: starting a new series of songfics ! this one is very obviously inspired by sad, beautiful, tragic, so you can see where this might be going. enjoy the results of my brainrot ♡ (also, i’ve never written for gojo before, please have mercy)

✧ synopsis: you’ve been waiting for satoru gojo for ten years, but there’s no trace of the man you fell in love with when you were sixteen years old. it’s time to let go, but he might not want to.

✧ pairings: satoru gojo x fem!reader

✧ wc: 2k

✧ rating: angst. so much of it, angst to drown in. might get suggestive at some points.

✧ cw: mentions of drinking, of the great jjk tragedy of 2006 and its aftermath, implied cheating, gojo may be ooc, toxic relationship ??

An ice-cold wind blows through the window as you wait.

It’s not even December yet but it’s already snowing.

Soft snowflakes the size of stars, far away in their firmament, enter your living room. When they land on the sofa, they dissolve, leaving in their wake thousands of specks of water that look disturbingly like tears.

It doesn't matter. You don't think he's going to notice anyway.

It's been ten long years of waiting. Ten long years of fighting, of fixing what's broken and denying that it's ever been broken.

It's over. Let winter freeze everything in its path.

When Satoru walks in through the door, you hesitate for a moment. A moment of madness when you see his hair, as white as the snowfall that has invaded your home. Just a moment when you see him in his burgundy turtleneck sweater, his tight-fitting coat. One single moment when you recognize the cold in his pink cheeks.

But it's all over when you meet his crystalline eyes. The fault is theirs.

"Is the window broken again?" he asks, dropping his keys on the entryway’s table.

The window has been broken since September.

You nod and he grunts, running a hand over his face.

"I'll call someone tomorrow, although you could have said something," he says. This is your fault. Of course.

You keep your eyes fixed on the snow. From the living room you can see the sidewalk across the street, covered in a blanket of white that sparkles under the street lamps. It's so painfully beautiful it makes you nostalgic.

You and Satoru moved into this house three years ago, when he got his teaching position, and you can't quite get over the fact that it's time to say goodbye.

You've spent three years of solstices here. You've seen the sidewalks covered with dead leaves, with thousands of little flowers that broke the pavement in their wake. But it’s never snowed. 

It’s not fair, not one bit.

Satoru says no more. He goes to your room and undresses; he replaces his street clothes with a black outfit that seems very appropriate for the occasion. Since you’ve known him, he always takes off his glasses when he crosses the hall of your building, but for once, you wish he'd put them back on. 

When he returns, his hair is dripping over his forehead. You hadn't even noticed that he was taking a shower. 

But he hasn't noticed that your bedside table is empty, either; that your slippers are missing, that there's a seeping coldness in the hearth of your house, and it's not coming from the window.

"What's for dinner?" he asks, plopping down on the couch with his cell phone in his hand.

You get up.

9:26 p.m., November 8. This is where it ends.

"I don't know. I'm going out to dinner," you say.

He doesn’t even bother to look up.

"Hmm, where are you going? Are you bringing something back or should I order myself a pizza?"

It's painful to watch as nothing seems to touch him. He’s infinite — always infinite.

"I'm going to a work friend's house."

"The one with the lovely curly hair and those pretty hazel eyes?"

Christ.

"No. I'm moving in with Rhea. Dark-eyed, blonde, leggy."

"Hmm, how nice."

A moment passes where he just keeps staring at the screen, and you despair.

"Satoru."

"What's up, baby?"

"I'm moving."

At last – at last – he looks up. In his eyes you see nothing; two blue marbles that have sworn you two to an unjust fate.

"You're moving out? Why?"

Where to begin? Because you have been loving a man destined to save everything and everyone for a decade, because you have been trying to fill a void that is not your size for eight years, because the windows are broken and the bed is cold and Satoru arrives several nights smelling of anisette and the perfume of another, because you don't want to live looking at the Strongest, the possessor of the Six Eyes. Because you thought that in some hidden corner Satoru Gojo was still there, and he isn’t.

"Because it's killing me to live like this.” You settle for that as your explanation and try to keep your stare unwavering.

"Like this how?" he questions, suddenly irritated. "In a luxurious house?" He gestures around him with the cell phone in his hand. "Comfortably, with your dream job? Knowing you'll never have to worry about money?"

"No, Satoru. Like this, without you loving me."

That chills him to the bone.

"Of course I love you."

"Do you? Do you want me for anything other than to warm your bed and your cock? Do you want me here, as your partner? Do you need me for anything at all?"

You don’t gesticulate, you barely move from your spot in the middle of the room. Everything in this fucking place is white and uncannily clean; the sofas, the coffee table, the walls, even the snow; but you and Satoru. He’s in all black, you’re in all red. It’s almost dreamlike, and you struggle to stay grounded. 

The only thing you could remove from this house that would grab his attention would be you.

"Yesterday you weren't complaining about any of this, what the fuck is the matter with you today?"

And you can't stand it anymore. The winter current lifts your hair, soaks the back of your neck and disguises your tears.

"THE MATTER IS THAT I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR TEN YEARS. WAITING FOR YOU. WAITING FOR THE MAN I MET AT SIXTEEN TO COME BACK, SLEEPING WITH A MAN OF ABSENT GAZE WHO STAGGERS INTO MY BED WHEN HE'S TIRED OF BEING IN EVERYONE ELSE'S. I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR DOG, SATORU. I DON'T WANT YOU TO COME HOME AND FEEL OBLIGATED TO GIVE ME A WALK, A PETTING."

The words come spilling out of you without remedy, every wound bursting open through the stitches. He just looks at you.

"You think I don't love you?"

It hurts to hear him say it, it fucking hurts. You were prepared for the yelling and the coldness, even for a quick vulnerable stare. But never for his trembling voice and soft frown.

You inhale deeply.

"I don't think your love is of any use to me any longer."

Satoru stands up at that.

He's tall, tall and beautiful like Michelangelo's David. All your life, you've been feeling like you had no right to touch him. His infinity assured you that was the case. 

He takes a step in your direction and whispers:

"Then what should I do now?"

Your eyes, fixed on the ground, rise to meet his. There's something in the void and you're not sure if it's just your reflection.

"What?" you mutter. 

"How do I fix it? What do you need that I can't give you? Do you want me to quit work, for us to leave, for me to come home and kiss your temple, to cook for you, to listen to you, to cherish you in bed?” A heartbeat. “I will."

There’s something about the desperation in his tone, you aren’t sure of what to say next.

Satoru knows how to lie, but you don't know how to tell the difference.

"I don't want anything, Satoru. I'm tired," you whisper back, eyes full of water. "I want it to end. I want you to let it end."

He shakes his head, frowning, and through the mist of your tears you recognize that he is crying too.

"There has to be something. Anything. Something I can do, I can do it all."

It's partly true. He's Satoru Gojo; all-powerful, all-knowing. Eternal and young and beautiful and tragic as a poem.

You are just another person. You cried when Suguru left, when Haibara died, when Kento gave up the Jujutsu world and when Ieri locked herself in her office. You clung to Satoru, who resembled an empty seashell more than a person. 

You remember those nights back in 2007. You remember blindfolding him so he wouldn't activate infinity by accident, by reflex, out of overstimulation. You remember cutting his hair when he couldn’t and looking for him in his old antics. You remember taking care of Megumi – always reluctant – and Tsumiki – who you felt was too mature for her age. You remember the burden of being eighteen and having lost a world.

And, above all else, you remember Satoru under the rain. Under the pressure of the world you had lost, the one that he was trying to put back together. There was a month where he seemed catatonic; no smiles, drinking anisette as if it were his one source of life. A thirty-day period followed by the rebirth of a person who looked like the one that stood before, but who seemed cold and alien to you.

"Don't you love me, my darling?" he seeks for you, reaching out a hand to brush against your cheek.

Of course you love him. You love him even like this, like you have loved each and every one of his versions.

"I adore you, Satoru. But I can't stay; you can't fix it."

"Of course I can," he reaches out to you, holding your face between his fingers, "Of course I can."

His lips connect with yours — one last attempt, you don't know by whom.

Snow fills the room and it's cold, but you drink from his mouth, from his everlasting warmth; everything in him lasts forever.

Between kisses, you show him everything you have been for years. Ten years of kisses, of hands looking for hands and flesh searching for flesh.

He moves backwards, keeping you between his hands and guiding you towards the hallway and from the hallway to your shared bed.

This is where it ends.

"Satoru..." you whisper.

"I'm here. I'm here, beautiful, my favorite girl. Talk to me."

A sob escapes you as he utters those words. My favorite girl. That’s what he used to call you. Talk to me, he used to plead, that year at sixteen, when everything was about to start.

Isn't it beautiful that it ends the exact same way?

"Satoru, I'm leaving," you press a farewell kiss to his jaw.

"No, you're not leaving," he murmurs, smiling against your mouth, searching for your lips.

You back away and look at him one more time. And you smile, because there's nothing left.

"I'm already gone. Just let go of me, please."

"But..." he starts, his smile hesitant, "But I'm going to fix it."

You take one of his hands between yours and kiss it as it presses against your cheek, before lowering it to your lap.

"Satoru..." You pronounce each syllable of his name carefully and he stifles a cry. "I'm not going to go any further. I've already made the move and Rhea's expecting me at her house in an hour. I love you, I’ll love you until I run out of kisses, but it does me no good to love you. It is of no use to me, this love. I wanted to tell you. I wanted you one last time. Wasn’t it my turn to be the selfish one for once?"

He watches you, and his mouth shuts close. You've never seen Satoru lose. 

No, that's not true. There was a time, one time, where you saw him lose everything.

His eyes fill up with you one second and empty the next.

This is his second time.

He lifts his chin with an arrogance that no longer means anything and lets go of your hands.

"Go then, if you want. I'm not going to do anything to stop you,” he drags the words with feign disinterest. “I can't do anything."

That's the last gift he can give you. An honesty unbecoming of him, a truth that will never belong to Satoru Gojo ever again. 

From god to human in three kisses and a goodbye.

"Thank you," you say to him. Then you get up, heading for the living room, where your coat and your escape door await you.

He stays in the bedroom – with himself as he always is – after you leave. 

And he hides you where he always hides the things he breaks, in the back of his eyes, where no one can reach to see anything.

© 2023, MAEBY-CURSED — do not copy/repost/edit.

(reblogs are appreciated !!)

[dirtytransmasc]

concept, cause the dynamics at play would be super interesting:

when Tuk and Neytiri are sucked into the hold of the Seadragon, what if Spider, unwilling to watch another one of this baby siblings, nor his siblings mother (despite everything cause he's a good kid), die without doing anything, jumps in after them?

they're now stuck in a flooding ship, spider knows his way around to a decent extent, they're all tired, they're all scared, they're all hurting. they have to depend on each other for survival.

Neytiri has to not only trust Spider, but has to follow his lead, has to trust him to guide her around a demon ship, has to untrust not only her own life, but the life of her youngest child to this boy.

Maybe they're separated, they have to find one another (my personal favorite scenario is that Tuk and Spider are together and he has to try and find her/guide Neytiri to him)

Spider taking Neytiri and Tuk's arms so they aren't separated by stray currents and raging waters (a parallel to "Sully's stick together"). Spider talking them through the breath holds he learned as a kid in case his mask malfunctioned before bringing them through the depths of the submerged ship (parallel to Jake and Lo'ak)

anyway. I just can't stop thinking about it. think about it.

Neytiri is faced with the fact that Spider jumped in after her and Tuk. he came for them, he put himself in danger to save them, to save her daughter. even after what she did to him. even after she held a knife to him, after she cut him, after she intended to kill him even after Kiri was released. he still jumped to her aid, even if he could have stayed with Kiri above deck where he was safe, he could have just aided Tuk and left her behind, but he didn't.

and there's so many ways to play with it and the aftermath. like.

Spider dragging both Tuk and Neytiri up the surface, trying his best to keep the trio afloat (namely Neytiri who was much less adjusted to the water and is exhausted by the night they've had) as they hope and pray to be reunited with the rest of their family.

maybe the stress gets to them and Spider just starts apologizing. I should have fought them harder. I shouldn't have let Lo'ak and Neteyam try and leave with me, I would have been fine. I should have seen it coming, should have taken it myself. it should have been me. my baby brother shouldn't be dead.

maybe he becomes partly delirious as he too gives into exhaustion, the big brother in him being the only part of him left coherent, so he takes Tuk close, whispering prrnen tsmuke [baby sister] over and over into her braids, assuring himself that she's safe and unharmed. he keeps praying to the Great Mother for his siblings to return to him unharmed. maybe he keeps asking where they are, if they're safe as his awareness fades and his memory weakens. all of his siblings. asking if Neteyam is ok, only to remember he's gone the second the words leave his tongue.

Jake and Lo'ak finding them when they come up with Payakan, both worse for wear, exhausted, clinging to one another, the only thing keeping their heads above water being spiders life vest, Tuk cradled between them. what a sight.

Neytiri watching as Spider looks over each of his siblings, taking them close, holding onto them as if they will be ripped away from him. the realization that he would die before he let that happen again hitting her like a ton of bricks the second she sees the look in his eyes.

a peace being made between the two in the wake of this event. spider silently claiming the role of big brother (he always was, but he had to pretend he wasn't. with Neteyam gone, he can't pretend he's not anymore), Neytiri silently agreeing.

idk man. it would be interesting.

[13as07]

Shogi Partner Prequel

(Shikamaru Nara)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Maddiepodless]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 3,790

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Nick Name: Fawn, Sensei

Age Gap (Younger Woman/Older Man)

Smoking

Borderline Pedophilia

Power Imbalance (Teacher/Student)

Sexual Tension

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My sister is not an option. It's your move. Hurry up and make it or else I will be encouraging her to cut off your 'puppy love'.

My eyes scorch over the letter again, irritation and stress weighing on my shoulders the longer I stare at Kankuro's handwriting. I don't like being forced into a corner and that is exactly what he's doing. Trying to threaten a marriage proposal out of me. That's Temari's and my business, not his. Someone needs to teach him to pull his nose out of our business. I'll propose when I feel like it, and I don't. I don't feel like proposing yet...

"Sensei!" My student yells, making me snap my head up. My eyes change course, now scorching the thin tree line separating our campsite from the river. "Sensei!" She yells again, her voice louder this time.

I'm on my feet in a heartbeat, slowly heading toward the tree line. My senses are on high alert, searching for any possible threat. I settle in the shadows caused by one of the thick canopies both hiding us from the sun and enemies alike, giving myself more time to figure out the cause of her calls.

The girl is settled on the bank, her hair still wet from the bath she left to take. A t-shirt hangs off of her, the material easily two or three sizes too big. It hangs low, ending just before her knees. It's Raido's probably, just like the necklace she's been wearing for a straight week.

He retired on Friday, at least from the Hokage Protection branch of the anbus. Raido kept insisting that 'his heart can't take the anbus and his Baby Girl being active duty at the same time'. It's a bull-face lie; everyone knows it is, but watching his daughter break down last month wasn't enjoyable for me. I'm sure it hurt him even more.

So, in the aftermath of the most recent assassination attempt on Kakashi-Sensei's life, Raido stepped down to be a normal Shinobi. With that, his Anbu tags were honorably discharged as well and are currently resting around his daughter's neck, catching the sun's rays as she... I'm not too sure what she's doing.

"Sensei!"

"Stop yelling!" I bark back, reluctantly leaving the shade to head toward the girl, the dying sun shining straight into my eyes. The last year has been a constant reminder of my dislike of children. But, at least she's a good strategist. Having a decent shogi partner is worth the stress having a student brings... most of the time. I don't think this is going to be one of those times.

     "Sorry, Sensei," she mutters, eyes still locked on the water. Her hands are submerged in the river, moving around enough to make ripples in the calmness. At least they are until I'm standing next to her. "Look!" She cheers, standing up and freeing her hands of the stream.

     I slowly blink as I look between her and her hands. The unstable - or possibly straight insane - girl is holding two fish, one in each hand as the small beasts gasp. "How... how'd..." the question sticks in my throat, the confusion being unable to clear up in my mind.

     My student is a lot of things but she is most definitely not a water Shinobi. A swordsman like her father, yes. A skilled sealing shinobi like Iwashi, yes. An amazing marksman like Genma, yes. She needs practice but shows promise to be a Space-Time Shinobi too, yes. A water Shinobi, no.

     "Uncle Iwashi showed me how to use a form of teleportation jutsu to catch fish!" She explains, oozing joy as she shows off the fish she caught. Maybe her Space-Time jutsu isn't as rusty as I thought it was. I'm going to have to do some serious research on that when we get back to the village.

"That's..."

"Great, right?!" She asks, jerking her body back and forth in a little dance, fish in tow. "You tend to catch dinner for us on nights we're stuck in the forest late. Uncle Iwashi said this would work until I get better at using my bow. Then I can hunt game, just like you!"

"Your bow?"

My student looks up at me, her focus pulled away from the scaly animals in her grasp. Her eyes are big and round as she looks at me, the search for approval drowning her doe-like eyes. "Uncle Genma got me a bow for my birthday this year. He said it would help with my marking. I didn't want to tell you until I got better at using it."

The longer she stares at me, the faster my heart beats. A part of me wants to hide those doe eyes, another part of me wants to spend eternity with her looking up at me with this new little fawn expression of hers. The rational part of me wants to lecture her about keeping such information from me. How am I supposed to be a good Sensei if she's hiding the things she's learning? The things she wants to learn?

     "Are you mad?" My student whispers, her body slouching as her eyes widen even more. The wetness of them only adds to the adorable fawn face.

"I'm not mad," I rush out, lunging forward to cup her face. When my head catches up with my movements, I drop my hands, gripping her shoulders instead of her face. "I just... you need to tell me what other things you're learning so... so I can... help." My face hurts, like someone drenched it in oil and lit it on fire. Is this what Hidan felt when I burnt him alive? Doubtful. I hope it was a lot hotter than this.

     "Will do, Sensei!" She cheers, brushing me off before strolling back toward our campsite.

     I stay frozen in my spot for a moment, staring at the empty void my student left in front of me. Her bathing stuff and day clothes are still thrown across the bank of the river; a bad habit of hers. She reminds me so much of myself and yet so much of Naruto.

     A daydreamer just like me yet has the big goal of 'being as good of a kunoichi as Ino-Senpai' similar to Naruto's big goals. An absolute mess of a person just like Naruto, yet hyper-aware of everything all the time just like me. An overly lazy Shinobi who doesn't like doing much just like me, yet is always ready to defend the family she has just like Naruto.

I shake my head to clear the thought out. Partly to clear the image of her perfect fawn face and doe-eyes too. I don't know how I never noticed it before. Maybe because I've never snapped at her. I don't know. What I do know is I need to clean up her mess... and figure out how I'm going to cook the fish for us.

I also know my heart shouldn't be beating as fast as it is. Maybe I managed to spook myself when she called for me. I'm sure that's what it is.

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The fawn face did not go away. I repeat, did not go away. My student's expression looks even more gentle in the soft candlelight of our tent; her eyes are even glossier as she stares at the shogi board. I think it's the need for sleep. It's the first time she's accompanied me on an overnight mission, so I went in knowing things would be a bit different. Seeing her tired was going to be one of those things. That has to be what it is, exhaustion... or maybe comfort?

I hope it's comfort... maybe?

I don't know what I hope.

I hope that just this once I'm wrong. That my conclusion of what's going on is wrong. That my exhaustion has messed with my observation and theoretical skills. Because what I'm theoretically feeling is not theoretically improper. It's completely improper. Completely unethical. Completely repulsing. Completely perverted.

"Sensei?"

A long and low exhale is pushed out between my teeth at the sound of my student's soft voice. My eyes glare at the board even harder as I fight with myself not to look up at her. I'm tired. My mind and body are misreading the situation. I need to keep reminding myself of that.

"Sensei?" She calls again, this time pairing her voice with movement. The blanket on her lap ruffles as she leans forward, her slim fingers wrapping around my wrist to tug on it. I shake my head a bit, but my arm doesn't give out, keeping my face propped on my closed fist. "Are you paying attention?"

     My focus jerks away from the playing pieces, zoning in on her face. It's unnatural how gentle her expression looks. What a pretty little Fawn she is. Damp hair, rosy cheeks from our day in the sun, wide doe-eyes with blown-out pupils to make up for the darkness.

My fingers tingle, my chakra buzzing with the want to wrap her up. To make use of all the shadows in the small space. To snuff out the candle so it's just us and the darkness. To slide my carefully crafted jutsu across those soft cheeks of hers and just... Sit. Watch. Enjoy the gentleness of her eyes. No one looks at me like she does.

"Sensei?" She calls again, rougher this time as her fingertips stab into my cheek. Concern has welled in those beautiful eyes, shrinking them just a tad. They flicker back and forth over my face, zoning in and out like they tend to do when she's concentrating. "Are you okay? Your cheeks are all warm."

"It's just a sunburn," I mutter, letting my eyes flutter closed and my head leans into her touch. The pretty fawn smells like green apples and lilacs with just a hint of deer fur. What a lovely sign of my presence...

     "Go to bed!" I yelp, forcing my eyes open and snapping my head back.

     My student jerks away from me, confusion replacing the concern on her face. "I'm... I'm sorry. Did I do something wrong?"

The tone of her voice feels like an ice pick slamming into my heart. The sudden wetness in those breathtaking eyes doesn't help the ache. "No," I whisper, carefully grabbing her wrist still hovering in the air from cupping my face. My movements are slow and uncertain as I pull her hand closer to me, sliding my fingers up to rest against her palm, my thumb brushing against her knuckles. "Nothing I do is ever your fault. It's important that you know that. Tell me you know that, Namiashi-Chan."

"You're scaring me, Sensei."

My eyes squeeze closed as I yank her hand upward, pressing it against my forehead. I'm just tired and misreading the situation. Tired and misreading. Misreading and tired. "I'm sorry. I'm just tired... but I need you to know nothing I do is your fault. I need you to say it."

"Sensei - "

"Say it!" I yell, tipping my head up to look at her. Regret instantly washes through me, another ice pick poking at my heart. She looks so scared, utterly terrified of me right now. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled. You didn't do anything wrong. Sensei is just..." Confused? Disgusted with himself? An adult getting heart flutters over his teenage student? "Tired. Please go to bed, Namiashi."

"Okay," she murmurs, slowly pulling her hand out of my grasp. My chest ices over with the lack of her touch, leaving me with the damn fish flopping in my stomach. Before my student is even on her feet, I'm up and out of the tent, leaving her alone in the shelter.

I need a smoke... and my dad, but only one of those things is possible.

     What the hell do I do in this situation, Dad?

     If you were here you'd force me to be your shogi partner for the night and discuss the situation with me, help me figure out how to handle it all. Maybe I'm just grieving. I'm putting off my proposal and using my student as a distraction because I miss you... maybe. I don't know, Dad. What do I do?

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Half my pack, enough rain that I can't see the end of my nose, and a quarter of my lung coughed out later, I'm sliding back into the tent, praying to whatever God I can find in my time left that Namiashi is asleep. Relief and disappointment mix in my chest when my eyes fall on her sleeping form.

     The little Fawn is curled up in a ball, settled in the center of the cot taking up half the space in the tent. Shinobi tents are light, but not exactly roomie. I shouldn't sleep on the cot. I should sleep on the floor or outside the tent; even better... but it's raining with a chilled breeze brought along with it. I can't sleep outside and I don't have the heart to unroll a blanket from around her.

     I could just not sleep... but that would be even worse. We have a full day of travel tomorrow if I plan to stay on schedule and get back to the village before nightfall. Though... one more night won't hurt...

     One more night would hurt a lot, actually.

Slowly, I let my eyes roll back over the little Fawn. She looks so small like this. Balled up in a mess of blankets, curled into herself, swimming in her father's t-shirt. She's just a baby, barely a year on the job. A quarter younger than me but a good chunk less experienced.

It sickens me, to think about how innocent she is. Thinking about how bad I want to be there for everything. For every mission. For every drop of reality that settles in her being. For every first experience. For every last experience.

     My jaw rotates as I try to shake the thought away. Tired. Misreading. Grieving. That's all it is. Misplaced emotions on a child that looks up to and depends on me. I'm a good man. A good man would stop dwelling on this miscommunication between his heart and his head. I'm a good man.

     ... but not tonight. Just tonight.

     I move slowly around the tent, stripping out of my soaked clothes before changing into a dry pair of pajama shorts. The last thing I need is the little Fawn catching a cold because I came to bed in wet clothes.

Somehow, I move even slower as I crawl into the cot behind her. The little Fawn stirs with the dip of the bed, curling herself tighter as she softly mumbles. Whatever she tries to say doesn't come out solid, only sounding like a string of letters not capable of connecting properly.

     I let myself sink into the bedding, my hands curiously but carefully digging through the blankets the Fawn has wrapped herself in. Shivers race through her body when I find what I'm looking for; her waist. My arms snake themselves around her, securing their spot before tugging my student closer to me.

She fits so perfectly against me, nuzzled up against my torso, a ball of loose hair, blankets, and warm skin. I can't help but squirm closer to her, digging myself further under the blanket fort and pulling her against me until the t-shirt drowning her is the only thing separating my bare chest from her back.

My nose finds a temporary home against her neck, forcing its way through the wild child hair sleep has given my little Fawn. I take slow and deep inhales of her scent, letting the fruity smell drown my senses. The more I drown, the more my hands itch to feel her skin.

It's just for the night. Just tonight. Tomorrow I'll have my head on straight and I'll keep it that way, but not tonight.

A drop of disgust mixes with my bliss as my fingers cling to my student's shirt, inching it upward until her stomach is left bare and I can feel the skin of her back pressed into my chest. The skin of my fingertips buzz as they slide across her, soaking in how warm and smooth she feels against my touch. "My pretty little Fawn," I whisper into her neck, brushing my lips across the delicate skin. "I'm going to propose to Temari next time I see her. That'll keep you safe."

Our tent falls quiet, the only sound coming from our soft breathing and the gentle flick of the candles still lit. Unlike the sounds of the makeshift room, my kisses don't stay gentle. It doesn't take long until I give into another sick want, sucking in a chunk of my little Fawn's neck. My taste buds explode with the taste of her skin, happily lapping it up as I suck more of my presence into her being.

Tomorrow I'll go back to being her Sensei, her shogi partner, a chief of the village she full-heartedly respects. Tonight though, she's nothing more than my Little Fawn and I'm nothing more than a sick man whose heart can't help but ache with my want for her.

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My body feels heavier than usual as sleep slowly escapes my grasp, sliding away from me and being replaced by the sun leaking into my space. Slowly my eyes blink open, the process slowed by nature's natural light.

The more I wake up, the more things my senses become aware of. The sizzling sensation on the side of my neck. The feeling of a hand wrapped around my throat, clinging to it like the person gripping me is terrified I'll vanish if they let go. Warmth wrapped around me; warmth not caused by the blankets I'm under but by the body heat of another person. An arm snug around me, resting across a strip of my bare skin just below my chest. Someone's soft breath tickles my ear as their nose finds comfort buried in my hair.

Fear and confusion lace my veins; feelings I'm trying to wave off to keep my head clear and my thoughts straight. I know it's not Dad, first and foremost because I know he'd never hold me like this, even though we do still co-sleep. He says it's a habit we need to kick now that I'm getting older. Secondly, I'm a good day's worth away from the village.

I take a few deep breaths, trying to keep my senses despite the million scenarios running through my head. If it's not Dad holding me, who is?

From what I can see, everything is exactly how it was last night. The shogi board is still set, waiting for Sensei's next move. The candles are lower from burning all night but still dancing with active flames. None of the tent material seems to be disturbed, at least what of it I can feel.

After another extended trail of relaxing breaths, I decide to face the situation. After all, I can only get so far looking at the same section of the tent over and over again.

I take one more deep breath before willing myself to shift in the person's arms, positioning myself so my back is pressed into the cot instead of my side. The person grumbles, their nose sliding through my hair before it gets loose from my locks. Still, their nose keeps moving, dancing across the small section of my throat not buried under their fingers.

"Hush," they murmur, their lips brushing against my skin, effectively replacing their nose for a beat. The lazy kiss continues, repeatedly painted against the same spot on my neck as their fingers tighten their grip. The harder their touch gets, the less gentle their kisses become until it's not a kiss at all.

My throat is sucked on, a mix of their wet and warm tongue sliding against my skin and a tenser feeling of the sizzling I felt when I first woke up dance over my senses. The feeling seems to drip down my neck, settling between my legs in a weird tingling pressure.

My eyes slowly blink, like it'll help me process the situation. Deep raven hair. Silver stud earrings. Flawlessly pale skin stretched across a soft but bored expression. Half-lidded eyes that are slit with the beauty of a feline. Heat bubbles across my skin as my lungs start to struggle with the knowledge of how to breathe. It's not an intruder or enemy wrapped around me, it's my Sensei.

It's my Sensei clinging to my neck like a lifeline. My Sensei's arm toying with the melt of my chest to my belly. My Sensei kissing up my throat. My Sensei breathing heavier the longer he sucks on my skin.

"Sensei?" I whisper, squirming in his hold with the hopes of loosening the unfamiliar feeling between my knees.

His hand slides down my belly, slow, steady, and only adding to the new sensation. "Shut up, Namiashi. Go back to sleep." Sensei's voice is deep and jagged, still drenched in sleep. At this rate, it seems that anything he does is going to act like gasoline to the flames of my issue.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"I... feel off."

Sensei slowly picks his head up, his eyes dripping across my body as he looks down at me. Every inch his attention covers feels like another stream of electricity buzzing across my senses. "You're just horny, Namiashi-Chan. The feeling will go away," he tells me, his hand sliding lower to cup the underside of my knee.

He moves his position, settling himself between my legs, my knee hooked over his shoulder as his body weight presses into me. "I'm sorry." The apology is winded, Sensei's movements stroking the sensa - my horniness.

"Don't apologize. I already told you nothing I do is your fault."

The feeling of his lips teasing the edge of my shorts makes my spine carve, even more fuel to the electricity sizzling in my stomach. "Sensei - "

"Namiashi," he cuts me off, his eyes slit more than usual because of the expression on his face. I can't quite put my finger on the emotion he's feeling at the moment. Fear? Sadness? Disgust? Maybe all three, I don't know. I'm too confused to figure it out. "You're being a drag of a student. A good student listens to their Sensei. You're not listening."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay," he whispers with his focus back to dotting the hem of my shorts with soft kisses. "Just go back to sleep for Sensei, okay? I'm just going to kiss up on you."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

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[tastytoastz]

I just want to say that the most recent chapter, at the time of writing this, of your fic (where Pac and Mike travel back in time to a 2b Fit, forgive me for forgetting the name) had me so enthralled. I've said this before but I don't think there are nearly enough fics that thoroughly explore the absolute internalised homophobia a man would develop in a place like 2b, so to have a fic like yours properly portray it is like a dream. That chapter has been stuck in my mind since I first read it, and I've reread it a couple of times.

I can't get over how well you showed that he wasn't just angry, but genuinely terrified. I love the emphasis on him being above all just so fucking scared of that information existing out loud. It's such a good angle. And he's not completely dead shocked by the revelation, and jumps straight into denial, which makes it come across - to me, anyway - as if he has already been aware of this fact about himself for a while, like he knows, and he actively works to hide it everyday. There's so much implied in what isn't said . It leaves you wondering how long he's known, how much he thinks about it, if anyone else in his life has ever known, if he has witnessed first hand what happens to people like him (has he ever watched someone get killed for that while having slurs and horribly vulgar and vivid insults thrown at them, and tried his hardest not to picture himself in that position, as the victim?) ... And most of all you wonder what the aftermath of the interaction looks like on his end. Is he panicking silently up in that room, expecting a mob at his door by morning? What is he thinking, what's running through his head? What does he expect to happen now?

I just love the angle you took and how it was written, and that you decided to pick up the heavy subject matter and write it where a lot of other writers seem hesitant. It's so intriguing .

Thank you so much for this ask!!! I could go crazy over this chapter as well and point out so many details, I'm gonna get into some here, but not all (since I wanna keep some stuff ambigitous/secret still and cuz if i mentioned it all it would be a long post, but I will probably go deeper into some more things once the fic is over cuz I have so many things and smaller details I wan't to get into!!! ) (Also I guess if you want to keep thing ambigious and not 'peek behind the curtain' about some things with this fic don't keep reading)

I have seen some people say Fit's reaction to Mike's comment is with self-denial but honestly it's a lot closer to just being him denying Mike and Pac's words. He's not lying to himself, he's strictly lying to Pac and Mike, and I'm glad I was able to make that clear and people are picking up on it!

Not gonna go to much into it right now ( that's for later in the fic 🤫), but he's very aware he is gay.

As a queer person myself homophobia is sadly not something i'm unfamiliar with. I have experinced it directed towards me and I have seen it happen to other people. Meanwhile i've also done research about internalised homophobia as best I can. I know it's a heavy subject matter (and the fic has a lot of violence/gore as well, it's rated M for a reason) so I'm glad so many people are intrigued by the fic despite it (however I fully understand if someone would not like the themes and cuz of that won't read it). I'm hoping to portray it and handle the themes as best i can.

I also think it would just makes sense from a character perspective, you have a man who has been on 2b2t for years, surrounded by slurs for all lgbtq memebers and wathcing people get specially targeted for stuff like that, and that would fuck with you as a closeted gay person. Not only bring you fear of being "found out", but also adapting homophobi language to look less like "one of them" while also just ingraning it in yourself.

Fit's been told the person he is bad, and knows that if people find out he's gay there will be a lot of negative consequnces, so he hides it. And then here comes Mike, not only saying that he knows he's gay but also that "it's obvious" that he likes Pac. For Mike and Pac it's a factual thing they know, while they also know is dangerous to Fit in the wrong hands. They also think it's obvious Fit likes Pac beacuse they know what to look for.

For Fit it sounds like these random guys, despite his best efforts, knows he's gay, the other says he has photo evidence he's gay, and then said he is awful at hiding it. These two people could ruin his life and have him killed so easily. That's what Fit heard and that is terrifying.

This is also one of the reason this fic is only from Pac's POV becuase I want it to be as unclear for the reader what Fit is thinking as it is for Pac. You don't know how Fit thinks in the past, what ideas he has or how he looks at thing which I think it both intruging for readers but also terrifying. You never know what Fit's next move is going to be.

Once again, thank you so much for the ask! I love talking about my fics so thank you for giving me a reason to!

[babydollmarauders]

Good evening Faithlynn. I hope you enjoy your weekend! Can we get the aftermath of John and Shortcake’s first kiss like her reaction and everything that happened after?

i’m so sorry this took me so long to get out! i hope you like this and that it answers your question!

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“what’s she like?”

i don’t know why i keep doing this to myself. every heartfelt and sincere compliment that passes John’s lips is another cut to my heart. but i can’t stop asking questions, badgering him out of curiosity.

who does he have his eye on? who does he like?

do i know her? is she better than me?

obviously she is, if he likes her but not me.

“she’s pretty sweet, when she wants to be.” his eyes are alight as he speaks, a shy smile plastered on his lips. “and she’s gorgeous. the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.”

oh. that one stings.

“oh, so is she like.. tall? or what?” i try and keep my tone light and joking, but my words still come out strained. “i bet you only date 6ft and above, right?”

i scrunch my nose and cock my head to the side, hoping and praying to whatever higher being there may be, that John will still think i’m teasing.

a smirk spreads across his lips and he huffs out a chuckle.

“mmm” he hums in consideration before bringing his hand up to his neck, just above his shoulders. “she’s actually about this tall.”

my height.

he teases me about my height.

he calls me ‘shortcake’.

he asked if i ‘felt safe’ after the ride operator at six flags said to ‘make sure all small items are secure’.

but he likes someone my height.

if it’s not my height that bothers him or makes him not like me, then what is it? what makes him like this other girl and not me?

my face twists in a mix of jealousy and dejection as i watch John bite his bottom lip, fighting back a smile.

“i need some air,” the words pass my lips as i stumble backwards a little. “excuse me.”

sparing him one last glance, i turn on my heels and weave my way through the event room, away from the bar.

my shoulder grazes against an arm and Dawson spins around, his hand coming to grip my forearm. at the sight of my downcast expression, his eyebrow thread together, his brown eyes filling with worry.

“you okay?” my brother asks lowly, and i nod my head.

“yeah, Daws, i’m fine.” i assure him. “i just need some air, i’m going up to the rooftop.”

he scans my face for a brief moment before letting his hand slip away from my arm, turning back to Jack and Dougie, and i walk away.

my flats smack along the marble and concrete floors as i reach the elevator, taking it all the way up to the empty rooftop of the hotel.

crossing the expansive roof, i come to a stop at the railing along the edge, looking out at the stars.

there’s less of them visible here in New Jersey than there are back home, but the knowledge that even when i can’t see them all, they’re still there, is comforting.

i close my eyes, clearing my mind before i open them again and just stare out at the stars. they’ve always been so fascinating and calming. bright lights in my life.

i’m not sure how long i stand here, basking in the night sky, before a silhouette sidles up to the railing beside me, casting a shadow within my peripheral vision. and somehow, without even looking, i know it’s John.

we both stay quiet for a while, almost daring the other to speak. the nip of the April night air sends a shiver down my spine as i break our silence.

"it's beautiful, right?” my voice is barely above a whisper. “the stars are endless. it's like no matter where you go, they're one constant that will always be there. you can't even see them all with the naked eye, there's just that many. they're everywhere, surrounding you. you're constantly being hugged by stars, even when you can't see them."

John is silent, making me wonder if i did or said something wrong. but when i look over at him, he just stares back at me, no sign of annoyance in sight.

i’m not sure if it’s just me and my hopeless romanticism, my desperate need to feel love, but it seems as if the space between is closing slowly, inch by inch.

my lips part as his nose nudges against mine, and my eyelashes rest upon my cheekbones as my eyes flutter shut.

oh gretzky, please don’t let this be a dream.

i can feel his breath on my skin, and just when i think John might pull back, his lips capture mine.

it’s slow and steady, but i can feel the passion pouring in from both sides. one of his hands grips the back of my neck, holding me to him, as the other settles on my hip, pulling my body closer to his. mine snake around his neck, toying with the hair at the nape.

he breaks away from me slowly, hesitantly. his head dipping down once as if to pull me in for another kiss before thinking better of it.

“i thought you liked someone?” i question breathlessly, panting to get oxygen back into my system.

“yeah.” he nods lowly. “you, shortcake.”

the next kiss is rougher, my hands pulling his lips back down to mine, the tips of my toes straining to hold my body weight up before his arms wrap around my waist, holding me up against him and taking the pressure off of my feet.

our tongues meet in a passionate battle and i moan into his mouth as his hand trails down to grip my ass.

“do you wanna go back to my place?” i murmur against his lips, getting a groaned ‘yes’ in reply.

we pull apart as quickly as honey drips, leisurely and drawn out.

his hand slips into mine as we walk back towards the elevator, and i can’t help but think how perfectly it fits. like his hand was meant to be in mine. like this; this love; is what i’ve been waiting for.

[scoonsalicious]

Sigh. This is like watching a whole car crash that's about to happen. You know it's about to get so messy but you can't look away. First off, I'm glad the J names is catching up with everyone hahaha i didn't think I'd actually start a trend with that one. Second, I always read everyone's comments and ask after the parts, and I think I can safely say that I feel like I'm alone in thinking that there's so much more to what happened than meets the eye. I mean, everyone, including Pocket has all the right to be angry at Bennet because what he did was assholeish behaviour. But I really do feel like I'm the only one who's holding out full judgment against him because again, there's missing pieces here. I honestly think Joana has a bigger play in this than Brian did it. Like yes, he still had a choice in having sex with her, and yes the articles was a happy accident, but the things before that, I just know there's something she did to Boston, and while I have my theories, I can't have a clear idea as to what it was exactly yet. So, I'll just have to wait for Chapter 27 (it's seems so far away but god, time flies. I mean we're at Chapter 20 already). And I hate to add the technically about the cheating since it doesn't really matter, but i will reiterate that it wasn't the deed that was truly hurtful to Pocket, it was the constant lying.

Now let me get to the confrontation. While reading it, I'm glad Pocket stood her ground and set a boundary that there's nothing he could do to fix this because it absolutely is looking like that right now. And I did side-eye him a little with the crying and reasons he was spewing because accident? Really? I was getting slightly annoyed to when he didn't come clean right away either. And then he just kept promising things again and again and it's honestly just a cycle at this point. Because yeah, in order for his promise to have any validity, he has to fulfill them first, and so far? He's fulfilled none. He was getting pretty desperate in that closet. But I also can't blame him. I do think this is good for him though, because this is how he will truly see how much hurt he put Pocket through. But then I took a pause and realized how distraught he was, and yeah he's losing the love of his life, but I also have a feeling there's so much more as to why he can't say exactly what happened. I mean, not that Pocket has given him any chance but, I just can't shake the feeling that something else is at play here. And I can't wait to see the truth come out.

Now, onto Pocket's actions after that. Sigh. I don't agree with it at all. But I can't blame her either. Still, I just know that if something were to happen between her and Steveioli, she's going to regret it and she's going feel disgusted with herself because essentially, she's stooped down so low. I would've been fine if it was any other man but Steve? i mean, I don't hate him as much as you guys lol but I'm looking at the fact that he's your ex's best friend. And yeah, I'm all for petty revenge, but since I can't bring myself to fully be angry at Benson, I'm not all for doing the deed with Steve. Because for one, it's proving to Billy that his fears were right. Yeah, it going to hit him were it hurts, but who are we sure that he finally will understand the pain he's put Pocket through? What if this is just going to reinforce his insecurity because they've essentially been proven right. And I just know Jerald is going to milk this whole thing, I can already see her being the instigator and being like "See what I said. I told you I was right." And while Byron should grow some balls and not believe a word she saying, he's angry and hurt and insecure and fragile, he's bound to get manipulated again.

two, this is going to hurt Pocket more than she thinks. Like, the aftermath of this isn't going to be pretty, and I'm honestly just worried about Pocket because I really do feel like her actions in this is going to haunt her and is going to be much more harmful to her than she knows. I really don't want it to, but I have a feeling that if she goes down this route, something is going to bite her back in the ass and god, I'm so worried because she's been through enough. Basically, I'm just saying, this is going to do more harm to her than any good. Like sure, she's going to have the short moment of triumph and feel good with that revenge. But after?

Overall, I'm honestly can't celebrate anything that's been happening because I have a really bad feeling about everything hahaha like I'm just reading everything and sighing out loud. Like i just know this is going to blow up, so i can't even take in the small victories, if there are any. I'm glad Pocket is having fun and letting loose on her birthday though, and that she's feeling all the love from everyone because she does have great friends and she is very loved. She deserves to know that and more. But again, I have a feeling that it's going to be short-lived.

Again, amazing as always! I can't wait to see were you're taking us. I'm just here to enjoy the ride. Lots of Love!

— Jnon 🤍

My beloved Jnon, I'm sorry for responding to you so late today! Yesterday? IDK. The J-names a are vibe, and we're all feeling it, so thank you, you magnificent trend-setter. I appreciate you holding out judgement against Barnacle until all facts have been presented. Jif Peanut Butter's influence on his is definitely strong, and we'll see just how she manipulates him later on. Pocket is in for a pretty major downward spiral going forward and, at the risk of entering spoiler territory, not all of it is going to have to do with Bucky. His emotions when she called him out on his tryst with Joffery Baratheon were legitimate, but he's got to learn his lesson that words aren't going to fix things; his actions will (and I do feel bad-- he was trying so hard between when they first broke up and the Russia mission to avoid Jade, he really was, and he was doing so good, too; an genuine effort was being made!). And, Bestie, if you think Pocket sleeping with Steveoli would be "stooping down so low," whew boy! Just you wait! We gotta hit rock bottom, baby. Things will definitely bite her in the ass, and do much more harm than good for awhile. We're getting into some dark times ahead! Truly not a lot to celebrate rn; except for maybe Chapter 22, which is a flashback chapter, and some of my favorite writing, lol.

[markantonys]

I'm thinking about Rand's ending in the books and I hate both the bodyswap and that he abandons everyone but at the same time I get that his sacrifice has to mean something so the world forgets him/lets him fade into myth. And him actually dying would undermine the entire point of his arc. So I'm curious how you think the show might tackle this? I'm sure there's a few options

i hate it too! but yeah, rand needs to be forgotten by the world at large and needs to get a new face so he won't be recognized, or else he will never know peace. so the way i would do it is have him fade into myth among the general public, but still remain part of his loved ones' lives and they all just keep secret the fact that this guy is rand al'thor. his whole arc is about learning to stop self-isolating and to instead let himself lean on his loved ones for support, so i felt that him ending the series by fucking off into the mist all alone was totally contrary to that and did not make emotional sense as the endpoint of the journey we'd been on with him for 14 books. i can certainly understand if he needs to take a lil sabbatical and have some time to himself in the immediate aftermath, but that should not have been the very final concluding note of his whole arc! for my own sanity i have to imagine he just took a 2-week vacation and then went to caemlyn to be with his family (and told tam, nynaeve, and perrin that he's still alive, and rescued mat from the seanchan and incorporated him into the polycule, and bargained with the creator to bring egwene and gawyn back to life........okay i'm getting sidetracked)

as for what the show might do, i'll brace myself for them to adhere to the book version, but from what we've seen in the first 2 seasons, i think that ending would make even less sense for show!rand than it does for book!rand. in 1x08, we see that his greatest dream is to live a quiet, peaceful life with his family, and now we're going on a journey of watching him be forced to give up that dream for the rest of the series. what better way to end the show than by having rand finally get to live out that dream now that his duty to the world is done? the tears i would weep if the final scene of the show was similar to his 1x08 domestic AU, but real this time! plus, the s1 ending & s2 already did the whole thing of rand fucking off into the mist all alone, making his loved ones think he's dead, and trying to start over in a new town with a new life - AND HE LEARNS THAT THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE because he can't help but get attached to new people wherever he goes AND because he can't keep himself from remaining attached to the people from his old life and wanting to help them when he learns they're in trouble. and it also showed how his loved ones suffer because of him making them think he's dead and took a pretty hard stance in saying "no, no one is better off if rand fakes his death, not rand and not his loved ones." so i especially think rand's book epilogue scene would ring hollow in the show since s2 has specifically proven that that scenario doesn't work.

some people will harp on about happy endings being uNrEaLIsTIc, but i Do Not Give A Shit!!!! and so far the show has also shown that it's not interested in grimdark for grimdark's sake and that, like the books, it doesn't shy away from showing trauma and tragedy and yet still chooses hope & togetherness over cynicism & isolation at the end of the day, and so i think it feels very plausible for the show to give rand a bit more hopeful of an ending. (i guess the books TRIED to give him a hopeful ending what with him thinking happily about how he can travel around by himself and not be recognized, but it just felt false to me that that's the sort of thing that would make rand happy - in large part because show!rand was the first version i ever met, and i subconsciously carried his homebody caregiver stay-at-home dad-ness with me into the books even though he wasn't REALLY like that in the books in the way he is in the show. so that feels like further evidence that book!epilogue wouldn't work for show!rand.)

now as for the bodyswap, that's so tricky to imagine what the show might do. on the one hand, rand cannot fade into anonymity and be allowed to rest and set down his duties if he keeps his same body and will still be recognized wherever he goes. on the other hand, imagining rand's final moments in the whole show being portrayed by some random new actor instead of josha is so freaking sad! sad for us and sad for josha! it's fine in a book where we're in rand's head and can feel that he's still him even though he tells us he looks different, but in a visual medium, spending up to 8 seasons with josha as rand only to have his final moments be portrayed by a completely different person..........the emotions just wouldn't hit the same, it wouldn't feel like a proper sendoff for rand. granted, if moridin's actor had been in the show for several seasons already (and whether they would cast a new actor as moridin or bring fares fares back and just have the character still be called ishamael is another question i can't predict) then we'd be attached to him too by the finale, so maaaaaybe it could still feel emotional, but never as emotional as if it were josha doing that scene.

so i'm stuck here because story-wise it makes more sense for rand to get a new face, but TV-wise it's not sensible to have one of the main characters played by a different actor in their final scene(s). the potential solution to this would be, no bodyswap but have rand disguise his face with an illusion when in public so that he doesn't get recognized as the dragon reborn and get hassled.

so, okay, here's what i would do: rand wakes up in the healing tent still in his original body, but then he disguises himself and leaves the tent. he passes by his own funeral going on and slips away into the night, after exchanging a meaningful look with his partners who can sense that this stranger is him thanks to the bonds. then, cut to a proper epilogue scene of josha-as-rand undisguised in the privacy of his own home, watching his kids play with his partners by his side (and maybe all his friends and tam too if they REALLY feel like spoiling me haha) just like he told us in 1x01 he always dreamed of :')

[circe69]

I read your rules and I hope this isn’t too dark but can you do a Simon x reader where the reader has an identical twin and they die during the graves betrayal scene and the aftermath is Simon comforting the reader? Like they were already crushing on each other and he’s comforting her.. thank you💚

I Wish For Simon

a/n - anon i am so sorry it took me so long to answer this, i'm terrible w requests! i want to make it perfect before i post, so hopefully this is what you wanted... wc: 1.1k cw: gore, violence, suggestive themes, probably the best thing i've ever written (yeah its a warning cause YOU'LL BE BAWLING)

fav line from the fic - “That voice could seduce anyone, I was sure of it. It was as if God himself had dipped Simon's vocal cords in a pot of warm honey, then lit it on fire.”

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Me and my twin had always been close, we had to be. "Best friends since birth", we'd been deemed from before we could even speak. Alyssa and I were quite the pair and had exceeded our hometown's problematically low expectations of woman in a whole when the both of us had been assigned to serve in the 141 Task Force.

It was a change of pace, but one that I wanted. I had prepared for something like this my whole life, training and worked myself to death just to have a chance to serve. Alyssa, on the other hand, wasn't as keen on the idea. Sometimes I wonder if she just joined because she couldn't bear to be apart from me. I love the sentiment, but we were grown adults, we couldn't afford to make decisions solely due to separation anxiety.

That brings us to today, March 3rd. I hate March 3rd.

My birthday. Well, our birthday.

I hate today because as of now, I have to celebrate it alone. It's been years since Alyssa died, and I still act just as immature and "kid-like" when March 3rd rolls around every year.

Her death had been nothing short of a "hostage dump", my sister had been counted as a waste of time to Graves, someone who wouldn't make a difference to anyone in the force, so why would he keep her?

I can't help but think it was my fault, but I didn't have time to feel sorry for something I might've done. All I felt was anger, hot rage bringing my blood to a boil, all which contributed to what I was about to do. Anger is difficult to overcome, especially when it's brought on by confusion, something happened that you barely knew anything about. I wanted to take it upon myself to strip Graves of all the "information" I felt I was missing, I wanted to skin him alive and make him answer questions as I did it, but as I rose my knife behind Graves’ wall of a body, a hand stopped me.

A silent move, not a scary one. I immediately knew who it was once I saw the fabric.

Ghost.

His hand was heavy around my wrist, his height towering over me, it was all too much for me to focus on, so I did what I'm positive Ghost was trying to make me do, I backed down.

I retreated as quietly as I could, putting my blade back in its embrace of a pocket and followed Ghost out the door, trying to excuse whoever that woman was in there that she hadn't had enough sleep, she was hungry and just wanted to feel something, but Ghost had none of it.

"It's okay, Y/N, to want to avenge someone. It's okay to be bloodthirsty and feel yourself make allowances for it. It's okay."

Ghost was a man of many attributes, but comforting was never one of them. He himself had attended multiple therapy sessions throughout the entirety of our relationship, but they only lasted so long before he strangled the shrink.

I liked Ghost. I admired him, I admired what his life had amounted to. Perhaps worthless to him, a soul placed in the wrong hands, but I thought quite the opposite.

"You're a good man, Simon."

His name slipped out of my mouth.

No.

Oh no.

I had gotten too emotional, I felt myself crawling into a hole of feelings and a strong desire to cry rushed over me. I suddenly imagined all the times I'd watched Simon do simple, mundane things, and stared at him long enough to read his dog tags over and over and over. I'd recited his name in my head, in my dreams, for so long and I still was shocked when I'd heard myself say it.

His eyes locked with mine. Dark, deep, dead, he'd like to contribute, but I chuckle mentally as I think about how the man who views himself as dead was the only one in the world who made me feel as alive as he did.

"What did you say?" That voice could seduce anyone, I was sure of it. It was as if God himself had dipped Simon's vocal cords in a pot of warm honey, then lit it on fire.

"I'm sorry, Lieutenant, I shouldn't have addressed you like that, my apologies." I started to walk away when his body came crashing against mine. My back hit a jagged wall and I groaned in pain, but I quieted down when I realized just how close he was to me. I felt him against me, and I couldn't feel it fast enough. My senses heightened, my pupils dilated, and my face flushed with a dark shade of aflame red. Both of our breathing was shallow and heavy, every breath he emitted made mine deeper, louder.

I could feel the confusion seeping off of him. He didn't want it to feel so good when his name left my mouth. He didn't want to enjoy it, but it was inevitable. A no-good name slipping out of a no-good mouth, it was bound to happen at some point.

I shook off my daydream, finding myself at an empty table in an empty dining hall, the only thing in front of me was a poorly made cupcake, pink frosting, sprinkles, all the works. I stared at a candle, half of it had already melted mind you, and my mind reeled as I stalked my mental drawers for wishes I hadn't made yet,

"I wish for Simon." My voice broke as I said it, and I realized I hadn't spoken all day until now.

I don't truly believe that's why my voice broke, however. I truly did love Simon, I loved him in everything he did and everything he didn't. I loved the fact that he never exhibited any sort of emotion except for denial and force. I loved how scared he was of feeling anything else.

A tear dropped onto the table below me, the chair screeched as I stood, and everything was happening too fast. Before I knew it, tears were pouring out of me at an uncontrollable rate. I turned around and started heading for the door, telling myself that I would leave that stupid wish behind with the melted wax, but I was stopped in my tracks when I saw who was leaning against the doorway with those beautifully built forearms crossing his chest.

He had heard it, was all I could think as I made intense eye contact with him. With everything else.

His mask was discarded. I couldn't stop my jaw from unhinging, I felt it click open slowly and it dropped until it couldn't anymore.

Simon smiled at the action. His white teeth contrasting his pink lips. I looked back at the table for a fraction of a second to see that the flame I had left untouched had been blown out, maybe it was the wind, maybe it was the spirit of my once-lonely-self making an appearance for the last time.

I looked back at Simon like a child on Christmas.

Maybe I'd keep wishing for stupid things if they'd work as well as this one did.

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a/n part two : happy new years everyone! i probably won’t post till monday, but i wish you all the best and love💕

[baratiddyappreciator]

Baki boys with a reader who’s a majorette? Search it up and if you don’t mind its kinda apart of black culture (i’m black myself)

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! I had that monster of a post brewing up and am slowly catching up! Also fun fact the first thing that popped up was a toy company and I was so confused.

Baki:

Flabberghasted. You do what?! He's kinda dumb so you do need to just explain to him what a majorette is, but once you do he thinks it's the coolest thing out there, he wants to see you pop off and just go.

He's honestly impressed once he does see you in action. From the costumes to the choreography, he thinks it makes you look stunning, and he admires the coordination that it takes to pull some of those moves off.

He's got the water and a snack ready for you for when you finish up with practice or a performance, he knows it's hard work and he wants his baby to stay hydrated and well-fed. Especially if it's hot outside? He's going to make sure that your sugars are up and that you're not sweating too much.

Will he wear the costumes you've worn? Absolutely. Will he try some of the simpler moves? Definitely! It's something you're passionate about and that is important to you. Granted, he makes it all look like a fight, but that's just how he does things, and he'll have you both rolling on the floor with laughter because he'll do some dumb shit.

He'd absolutely love to go and watch others perform with you too. He still thinks that you're the best he's ever seen, but he won't lie when he says that he's impressed by how much effort some people put into their performances.

Kozue:

Your biggest cheerleader, she's there at every performance, practice, or even just a "hey does anyone want to get together to practice for this event coming up?". She's there and she's hyped.

She's jealous. She's not that graceful and she doesn't have the best stamina in the world, but she thinks you look stunning the entire time and she wants you to know that. Give her the chance and she'll coordinate outfits with you and get some really nice pictures for your socials.

Water? Ice cold. Snack? Varied. She's even got a mini hand-held fan at the ready and a cool towel she wrapped around an icepack. She's going to make sure that you go in and out of practice or events looking and feeling perfect.

PLEASE let her wear a costume with you at least once and show her how to do a few easy tricks and moves. She'll be in absolute heaven, especially if you're practicing with friends. She meshes in so well even if she's not at your level.

Once she finds out what majorettes are, she can't get enough. Is there a football game? She wants to see the bands play just to catch a glimpse if any majorettes are performing. Concerts with majorettes? She's watching them the second she's able to get her hands on them.

Hanayama:

Human personification of 👍🏻. It's nice that you have a passion and a good hobby, don't get him wrong, but it's just so far removed from his world that he doesn't really know what to say to show that he thinks it's cool.

Is he impressed? Absolutely, he thinks you're a class act and that you've got some serious skill. Does he show it? No, lmao, he stands there with his arms crossed and a neutral expression the entire time. Just know that he thinks you're cool, he's just stunted.

He won't bring you drinks and snacks himself, he's busy watching you to worry about stuff like that. What he will do is get a caterer. Practice or actual performance, the aftermath is always catered. Only the best for his baby.

Yeah you're not going to get him in any costumes, but if you do something he thinks could be useful in a fight, he might get you to show it to him. He will butcher that move in front of you, but it's one of the few times he gets outwardly excited.

If you want to go see others perform, he'll go with you, but only if you ask him to. The others aren't you, and while they may be skilled, they're not you, so why would he care about them???

Chiharu:

What the fuck is a majorette? He's got no idea, non whatsoever. You can explain it to him all you want, he's just gonna sit there saying "huh?" over and over again. (He's a visual learner). He'll figure it out eventually though.

If Kozue is your #1 fan, he's... also your #1 fan. If he could be better than a #1 fan he would, but the saying really only works with that phrasing. He loves bright colours, especially purple, and sparkles? Oh he could die happy. Flips and that are cool too, don't get him wrong, but the fashion is what gets him.

I'm going to be completely honest: he forgets the drinks and snacks at home. He gets so excited to see you do your thing that he just straight up leaves them on the counter, the only thing he remembers is a change of clothes. Don't worry, he'll run to the store to grab you something though, whatever you want! It's on him!

Oh HELL YEAH he'll wear the costumes! Are you kidding?! The second he lays eyes on one he'll want to wear it, the more flashy the better. He'll make it an entire thing, you'll have pictures of him doing the most ridiculous shit but he looks fantastic. Just don't teach him any moves, he will hurt himself. No self-preservation instinct at all.

He'll drag you to every big performance he can, just so he can look at the outfits with you. If the costumes are boring, his entire day is (mostly) ruined, but he does have to admit that the choreography is at least nice to watch!

Katsumi:

He may be a dumb karate jock, but he's been to America in the past and he saw a marching band once when there was a football game going on. Blew his mind, so finding out that you're a majorette dancer gets him all excited, he'll want to tell you all about the performance he saw. (Bonus points if that's when you two met and he was just too stupid to realise that it was you.)

The choreography has him hypnotized. You can do something you see as a basic move and he's all over you, talking about how it's the coolest thing he's ever seen and how he thinks you're the coolest person he's ever met. He'll talk your ear off about how fun he thinks doing this is.

He always has water for you! He's got water for himself, he knows how important it is to stay hydrated. Given the chance, he shows up like a damn soccer dad with a backpack cooler with drinks and snacks. Anything to restore electrolytes and keep you well hydrated. Just be sure to remind him to keep his distance or else he'll interrupt your practice to make sure you drink.

He might wear something a bit more tame, like a vest or a fun shirt, but he won't really do more than that. The dancing, on the other hand, THAT he will try. He's stiff and awkward to start, and much like Baki he'll make it look like fighting, but he's doing his best!

Fully willing to go to performances with you, he'll make sure you both have the best seats in the house, especially if it's a game performance. He'll make it a whole date given the chance, and it'll be pretty nice, regardless of drunk sports fans.

Jack:

Pretty impassive, much like Hanayama, but he shows his interest in the subject more openly. He never got to really see any performances when he was younger, though he has actually heard a few going on. He's fascinated and supportive, but he's mostly enthusiastic about the technical skills behind it.

The endurance that majorettes display is something he greatly admires. The stuff that dancers pull off is honestly impressive, and he's not afraid to admit that he thinks it's really cool, though he'll say it in his weird fucked up nerdy way.

He's bad at taking care of himself, and he's also really bad at remembering that other people have basic needs too, though he's fantastic at recognising when someone needs a break. You can be dying on the floor, sweating your ass off and he'll just look at you and go "do you need a water or something? You look beat, take a break." completely unaware that you can't move.

You're not going to get him to wear anything flashy, but if you want to slip an accessory onto him or get him to put on a sweater for you (and only for you) then he might oblige you. As for pulling off any moves... That's a solid maybe, it takes a lot of convincing, but he's shockingly agile. (seriously, he's done several flips effortlessly, it's impressive)

If you manage to convince him to take a break from his training, you deserve a damn marching band performance up and down the street. It's impressive, it's rare, and more importantly, it's special. Getting him to actually come with you and see a performance is one of the few rare moments where he's not thinking of anything else. Until the next day, you have his full attention.

Kosho:

Surprisingly geeky about majorettes. He thinks they're pretty and skilled and he loves loves loves the power that their performances emanate. One of the rare few times that Kosho just full-on nerds out. It's actually kinda cute, just don't bring it up because he'll never do it again.

Much like Jack, he admires the technical skills that go into being a majorette, but he does kinda like the makeup and hairstyles that come with it. Subtle? He loves it. Vibrant and bold? He loves it. He thinks the individuality is nice, and it's a great method of self-expression and empowerment.

He's a quiet admirer and supporter. You can be doing a handstand or something to warm up and you'll just see him get down and join you to talk about how your day's been going or if you need help with your warmups. He's got water, but he doesn't usually bring snacks unless you specifically request them.

He'll honest to god just sit and let you do whatever to him as long as you're not wasting good stuff on him. Wanna put some eyeshadow on him and put his hair up? Sure, hell, he'll even help you find accessories. And moves? Yeah, he'll try to learn them. He's a bit awkward about it, but he tries.

You wanna take him to go see a performance? You're going to have to keep up with him and not the other way around, because the morning of he's packed up and ready to go watch some people just move. He's not there for the music or the sports (if there are any) he's there for the energy. Taking him to pride would make him simply ascend.

Kureha:

The kinda bitch to tell you about the worst injuries he's heard of majorettes getting just to piss you off, but it's his way of telling you that he looked into it. You're welcome btw. ❤️

He respects the technical skill and the history, and he does appreciate the effort that majorettes put into looking nice for their performances. That being said, he's still a massive bitch and will absolutely nit-pick at every little thing he sees wrong with someone's conditioning.

He's busy, so he won't likely come to your practices, but he will have your water and a healthy snack packed and ready for you to take with you to practice, as well as for when you come home. You're going to have the best damn conditioning, he swears it. Your performances are one of the few times he'll actively request time off. He wants to see you in action and evaluate your progress.

Also one of the few occasions where he'll let you play with his hair. You wanna style him for a big day? If it helps you calm your nerves then sure, have at it. Just don't pull, because he'll use that as an excuse to whine about a headache all day. He means well, he's just being annoying so you won't feel as nervous.

You can't take him anywhere, because everywhere he looks he sees people with conditioning sub-par to his own. Is he an exception to the norm? Absolutely. Does he care? Lmao, no, he's still gonna be a rude ass about it.

Retsu:

He has no idea what a majorette is or what goes into being one, but he's so supportive that you won't figure out that he doesn't actually know wtf a majorette is until a full two months later. He's eager to learn about your passions though!

Oh he absolutely is a flustered mess when he first sees you in action, especially if it's a proper performance. The atmosphere is just so alive and energetic that it makes him just happy to be here. He's glad that you're sharing your passions with him, and that he gets to meet your friends who also share that same passion!

He packs you cold tea and a healthy snack for after practice. Not water, not juice, cold tea. It's refreshing, there's no denying that, but the first time you take a sip of the heavy ass thermos he hands you you're probably going to choke because it's not what you expect. Is it bad? By no means, it's just a surprise.

He might agree to wear a few things here and there as long as it's just the two of you, and he'll do his best to try and copy whatever moves you show him. He's graceful, so it's not that hard, but he makes it look a bit too much like ballet if I'm being honest. It's so undeniably him that there's nothing bad to say about it either.

Take him to a performance and watch his brain explode. They're doing what?! In this weather? With the music this loud?! The atmosphere is electric and he's sweaty and hot, but he's having the time of his life with you. He doesn't even like sports that much, but if there's one involved he winds up cheering for a team anyways.

Doppo:

Doesn't know what you mean my majorette, but he's too stubborn to ask so he'll just google it when he thinks you're not looking. The only way you'll find out is either Natsue rats him out or you catch him in the act. He'll deny it, of course, but there's no lying his way out of it.

He thinks you're pretty neat. He's got a fine eye for skill, so you can trust when he says that you're very talented and that you've got amazing potential. Beginner or experienced, he's going to help you improve rapidly before you even know what's happening. Be warned, he will try and teach you karate under the pretext of endurance training.

He instilled Katsumi's soccer dad habits when he was younger, and he's no different, though he might bring coffee or tea for himself, you get freezing cold water or juice, and he's got options. You want mint in your water? He brought fresh leaves. You want snacks? What are you craving? He's got a few options, but if you want something else he'll go grab it.

He'll wear some fun accessories with no hesitation. The old man knows how to have fun, but he's not going to dance. You and Natsue can ask him, beg even, but he's gonna have to say no on that front. He can be silly, but throwing out his back because he tried to keep up with you isn't in his cards. Is he being dramatic? Absolutely.

He'll take you to some of the best performances out there. Football game in America has a famous marching band with majorettes? He'll take you to see them, and then you can enjoy him being an average sports fan.

Natsue:

She's more open to admitting that she has no clue what a majorette is, but once you tell her and explain it she's all in. She'll rat Doppo out for not knowing, but that's because she watches videos of majorettes performing with him so she can see what stuff you're doing.

You know how she was before Katsumi's fight with Pickle? She carries that energy with her. If you perform with a marching band, she's encouraging all of you. If it's just you and a few other majorettes, she's still encouraging all of you. She wants you all to know that she thinks you're doing great!

She has drinks and a snack on hand, and a change of nice comfy clothes ready for when you finish practicing or performing. She even goes a step further and gets you a nice bath prepared for when you get home that you can jump right into. You'll feel rejuvenated even if you didn't break that much of a sweat.

She, much like Doppo, will dress up and accessorize, but she'll have to politely decline doing any dances or tricks. She's not a fighter, nor is she a performer, so she's more likely to actually hurt herself if she does something wrong, but she'll have a great time either way.

Shibukawa:

Definitely doesn't know what a Majorette is and you'll never find that out unless he outright tells you that he doesn't know. He can and will bullshit his way out of an "I don't know" situation by just playing along.

Oh he thinks you're amazing! He admires people who are able to put that much energy and passion into something they like doing, and when eh actually does his research and finds out cultural significances and history? Yeah, he thinks majorettes are pretty cool.

He brings you juice and light snacks for your practices, same as your performances, but he's likely to sip at your drink while you do practice. He won't be there for every practice, mind you, he's a busy man and he's gotta teach people aiki or judo at the precinct, but he does his best to show up. He never misses a performance though.

He'll politely have to decline wearing outfits/costumes/accessories, or trying out any of the moves/tricks. This being said, he'll watch you during practices. He's small, agile and graceful, so if you watch him fight you'll definitely see him pull a move that you've practiced at least once against a larger, younger opponent.

Sure he'll go to a performance with you! You'll have a really nice time, admittedly. He'll behave, no mischief on his part, just bragging once the majorettes get to work that you do that too. He just wants to have a good time with you doing something that you love, especially if you do the same with him.

[babymarvelbunny]

Threads of Redemption Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: In the aftermath of the Sokovia Accords and the dissolution of the Avengers, Bucky finds himself still haunted by his past as the winter soldier. He remains on the run, torn between the desire to redeem himself and the fear of hurting others. YN is a skilled S.H.I.E.L.D. agent tasked with locating Bucky and bringing him back to the Avengers compound.

Warnings: none?? I think??

Word Count: 976

A/N: I swear I have so many fics locked and loaded and I just never post them. pls forgive me. I swear I'll upload the next part ASAP, kinda proofread but not really.

As you walked down the hallway towards Steve's office you knew that you were about to be sent on a mission. You were more than excited to finally get back out into the field as it had been weeks since.. the incident. It wasn't your fault that someone had decided to plant a bomb in the exact same spot you had decided to walk. Knocking on Steve's door you heard him mumble something under his breath along the lines of "come in". Walking into his office you noticed how Steve was clearly distracted by something on his computer.

"Hey Cap, what's up?" You didn't want to make it too obvious that you were excited to go on a mission as you could tell that something was troubling Steve. He looked up from his computer and sighed.

"I need you to do me a favor, off the record." Steve looked you in the eyes as he spoke in a hushed tone. okay, now you're worried.

"Okay... what's going on." You could tell that he didn't exactly know how to express what he was feeling at that moment.

"I have a mission for you, and I need you to do it alone. I don't trust anyone to get it done other than you. I know that your skills will come in handy." Steve never really liked sending people on missions alone so you knew this was serious.

"Listen Cap you know I'll do anything for you, you're like my big brother, tell me what's going on." You hated that he was struggling to get the words out. Steve sat up in his chair and leaned over his desk to get closer to you. You sat forward and waited for him to tell you what was bothering him.

"It's Bucky, I got a tip from an undercover S.H.I.E.L.D agent that he was spotted in a small town just north of Vancouver, I need you to go and get him, please." Steve looked you in the eyes as he spoke, you knew he was worried about Bucky.

"Steve, I don't know... I'm not so sure it's such a good idea to send me... I don't have any sort of powers... I haven't taken the super soldier serum like you have, I stand absolutely zero chance of bringing him in." You weren't sure why Steve would choose you to bring in Bucky when he could ask Nat, she's way more capable of winning him over than you.

"I can't ask anyone else, after the Accords the Avengers are being watched, I need you to do it, you're the next best thing, you have the highest success rate on missions and you're fast so you can keep up with him." Steve was practically begging you at this point, how could you say no.

"Thanks for the confidence boost but I wouldn't say I'm nearly as fast as Bucky, but I'll try..." you could tell that Steve was relieved.

"Thank you Y/N... I mean it, this means the world to me, I'd go myself if I could. I booked you a flight tonight at 11pm, you'll pack a small bag, carry-on size, then you'll land in Vancouver and there will be a bag in one of the bathroom stalls for you. Inside the bag will be a burner phone and two sets of keys, one will be a car key, the other a key for a safe house in Vancouver. The phone will have my number on it so that we can keep in contact while you're there." Steve was rushing to get all the information out as he scrambled to try and find something on his desk.

"Once I do find him... how do you expect me to convince him to come back here with me, if he wouldn't come back for you, his best friend. Why would he come back for me? I mean I've never even met him." You were seriously starting to doubt his plan.

"Just trust me, I'll explain more once you land in Vancouver." Steve finally found what he was looking for on his desk and he handed you a plane ticket. "Don't overthink it, please."

"Okay... I promise I'll do everything I can to bring him back here." You looked down at the plane ticket and decided that no matter what you wanted to do this for Steve.

"Thank you Y/N, now go pack, something light don't forget, don't worry about weapons I have the car packed with everything you'll need. Just pack clothes and such." You took Steve's words as him dismissing you, and you got up to leave.

Heading back toward your room you had thoughts of doubt running through your head. You were by far the most skilled S.H.I.E.L.D. agent but that doesn't mean you can go around fighting super soldiers. Once you arrived back at your room you packed a small bag filled with your daily essentials. once packed you looked at your watch and realized it was 8pm and that you should probably head out now. Heading for the elevator you bumped into Peter.

"Hey! Where are you heading? Going on a trip? fun, I never get to go on any trips, or are you going on a mission? can I come?" Pete was talking a mile a minute as he looked up at you with wide hopeful eyes.

"Not this time Pete, I'm just going on a little trip, I'll be back in a few days." You tried really hard to not look at his puppy dog eyes.

"Aw, okay. Well, have fun!" Peter looked sad for all of 3 seconds before he ran off down the hall.

As the elevator doors opened you stepped in and looked back at your reflection in the doors. 'This should be fun' you thought to yourself.

To Be Continued...

[zevranunderstander]

one thing abt bg3 and I don't know if I'm making sense here but I just can't get myself to really care about astarion and gale, because they're both just dragon age characters with less edge and intrigue to them

gale is the caring, bookish, very domestic and romantic, cat-loving, bisexual mage that anders from da2 is, and both their stories have them commit a thing they personally deem as unforgivable and end up in a very suicidal state for parts of their respective story. but where anders' story was probably the most defining arc of the whole franchise, gale's feels so safe and bland in comparison? we don't really see much of gale's story and character development on screen, we just see him struggle with the aftermath of his backstory, while dragon age 2 on the other hand had you watch anders' entire character development from a just-escaped self-centred mage, to a caring healer with revolutionary tendencies, to a person who has become so fed up with the political landscape that he blows up a church

like, dragon age actually asked real questions with anders' storyline, and genuinely sympathized with his reasons for committing an act of terrorism (I'm ignoring inquisition on purpose) and bg3 just feels like a very shallow copy of a trope of character?

and for some reason this irks me even worse, but astarion is just. zevran and fenris mashed together into The Most Marketable Romance Option. Astarion feels to me, like someone did market research on how to make the most well-beloved character. And funnily enough, whenever at least I see a poll on dragon age romances on here, zevran and fenris are ALWAYS the two top contenders, and their stories are similar, but still both really meaningfully deep to me in a way that I just *couldn't* connect with with astarion's storyline.

I don't mean to say that the game doesn't use these themes, but astarion is a vampire, because romancing vampires sells, and he is sassy and funny and bitchy, because that sells, and he is white (as opposed to fenris and zevran) because that is a lot safer and more marketable than him being a character of color. He is an elf, because romancing elves sells. I genuinely even believe that the reason astarion is a rogue is because zevran is a rogue and because rogues are 'sexy', just because I just don't think the class really fits him all that much and there could have been way more compelling classes he could have been (like a bard who's based on seduction, his backstory doesn't really explain why he's a rogue?). His plotline is so heavily overlapping with two really beloved dragon age characters, probably also because the story felt really safe and 'proven'.

And I do think that astarion's storyline stands on it's own, but it brings so little new stuff to the table. the idea to use vampirism as a stand-in for his oppression was cool, and that astarion's storyline interacts with other victims of his abuser (which zevran's and fenris' storylines didn't do very much) was really nice, and I did like the choice for the endings because astarion has both more agency than the other two characters but he also has worse choices. but that's kinda it? it just feels like astarion's plotline is a a bit more developed version of zevran's and fenris' plotlines?

zevran and fenris both have a former master hunting them, and explicitly were slaves before escaping and both struggle with the fear of "am I really free?", and the looming threat that their master is actually hunting them - and the group they just joined. and due to their life full of abuse (in both cases sexual abuse is at least implied) they have tremendous problems with intimacy and vulnerability. zevran's storyline EXPLICITLY is about how he had to use sex all of his life to survive and sees it as entirely transactional and you need to actually get to know him better to realise he's not sleeping with you because he likes you all that much, but because he *doesn't want you to fucking kill him* and sees this as a way to come across as more likeable and trustworthy. zevran is also entirely desensitized with the combination of sex and murder specifically, because he is an assassin, who used sex to survive. both have tattoos given to them to show that they are property, but fenris' tattoos are also magical inscriptions that are key to his master's power and his master would hunt him to the end of the world to get him back, because of the tattoos.

and this is just kind of a personal opinion, but astarion being a white character felt for these comparisons alone like chickening out and 'playing it safe'. there is no way in hell that the writers of bg3 were not aware of these two characters specifically, because, you know, dragon age is literally the biggest other franchise of their genre. and you cannot tell me that the way astarion is written was a total accident, because you do not by accident write a copy of two of the most well-beloved romances of the fantasy RPG genre. and baldur's gate 3 is kind of sparse about the companions' racial diversity in general, and then them copying over the blueprint to two characters of color and making their character white - the character they make the most content for and put on all the marketing - just feels so personally rude to me. especially because the only actual character of color they have on their roster has half of the content that astarion has, and generally seems like an "oops we forgot to add a character of color" character last minute addition, who wasn't even really part of the early access tests apparently

[cboffshore]

The French Toast Threat: a brief, carboloaded Jay character study

I couldn't stop myself. I'm rambling.

A lot of things about Skybound have haunted me since its original airing, but this line... this line is something else:

The central question I posed on my Twitter - does this line imply the existence of France in Ninjago? - doesn't matter right now. I dislike thinking about that and I'm amazed it got as much traction as it did, but there's a content drought for you. I am, however, fascinated by the word choice!

Usually - as in literally every other time I've heard "toast" used in a threat - it's just that: toast. You're toast, I'm toast, he's/she's/they're/it's/we're toast - conjugation 101. Toast is an easy process. Bread in, push lever, bread out, butter or jelly if you've got the time, hork it down on your way to class. A violent threat - "You've been through the painful process of baking, now go through it again for my benefit," it says - but it's such a routine thing! When was the last time you stopped and really thought about making toast beyond just going through the motions?

That's what the classical Toast Threat is: effective, but soulless. Little about the target is acknowledged; any paint inflicted leads to a brutal, efficient end. Doom is assured, but not much else.

Now, French toast? That's a whole process. You have to plan for that. You have to know what kind of bread will hold up best, what spices and flavors you want in the egg dip, what kind of pan and heat you've got - to say nothing of the act of making it. You can't zone out with French toast the same way as you can with regular toast - you have to be on your toes, but there's care there, too. You can't treat French toast with the same everyday roughness as regular toast or you'll get eggs all over the counter. No, French toast requires attention to detail. You have to watch it to be sure it doesn't burn, to ensure that your bread isn't too thick or thin, and that the eggs are actually properly beaten and cooked. My family's made French toast the same way for my entire life and it's always been a special thing, and I know when the last time I enjoyed it was. It's fussy, but it's worth the reward.

When Jay says that Nadakhan's about to become French toast, he's really saying:

I've been planning this. I'm going to cut him up so carefully with his own sword, dredge him in the nearest unpleasant substance, fry him with my most effective equipment, and let my friends help annihilate him with little effort on their part. I'm going to ensure that he is as fundamentally changed as I am when we're through - that he's unrecognizable in the same way I am now - and I will savor that process.

All that makes it an especially effective threat, but the final nail in the coffin is how Jay opens the threat. For easy reference, the pertinent chunk of the quote:

Note that Jay doesn't directly address Nadakhan here. In context, he's speaking to Nya. Jay's already spent most of his season in direct confrontation with Nadakhan, and it's kind of touching that he's developed to the point of being this flippant about it even after this much pain! (You could also bring in Nadakhan's extremely valid point about Jay acting that way to conceal fear, which also works. Talk about versatility!)

Not only does Jay not even grant Nadakhan a pronoun in passing reference, he jumps straight to "This guy." For a season so set on identity, it's a big deal to skim over that fear-inducing name and replace it with the most off-the-cuff, casual way to refer to someone. Not even someone! Just a guy! The highly specific, detailed implications of turning him into French toast blended with all the banality of regular toast-making... what poetry.

The aftermath of Jay's experience isn't explored much in canon, and we'd all do well to remember that the modern image of a PTSD-ridden Jay is a product of a widespread fan view of the character. In canon, especially the last few episodes, all we get from Jay is a dogged determination to fight and win. This line probably wasn't meant to have this much significance, but it's there, so it's open to interpretation. What I failed to mention on Twitter is that it ultimately doesn't matter why it's here - whether they thought it would just be a fun twist or if Nadakhan was originally supposed to be French-themed or if it was an inside joke meant to canonize France. What matters is that it is here and I'm able to dig into it, and in the process, learn a little something else about Jay!

[rosebarry16]

"Aftermath"

This is a sequal for this page click "this page" to get to it easily

TW : mention of abuse, gore

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"Tell me, what's your connection with perseus?" Hudson asked me with more like disappointment look on his face as he was close to me excepting a response from me, I gazed at the floor and stayed silent so I won't get harmed if I answered, the lady who was behind seems to notice i'm too scared to answer so she had to bring herself to me to avoid hudson getting closer and creep me out

"Don't hesitate if you're worried for us to hit you we won't infact we have to know what perseus is up to"

"I worked with perseus since 77' well I was forced to join the soviet just to stay alive, the kidnapped me because they knew I have a connection to a person in the CIA"

"Who's the person?" After this sentence came up I dared myself not to say anything about it, I didn't want people to know I'm married to him but It's necessary.

"Adler..."

"Wait what?" the woman is open to doubt that this fact is true, infact Hudson stares at adler like he's the one who set me up on all of this.

"Where did you two meet? How do you have a connection?"

"It's classified"

"You better talk"

"Stop she refused to talk"

"Russ you stay out of this"

"Saira, you better talk or this is not going well"

"FINE! I'm his fucking wife you happy now??" My tone got aggressive and wanted to shout but I had to get a grip for myself to not do anything related. I could say much more but I get very pissed on how Hudson has gotten this kind of his character.i don't remember him being this hostile, russell came forward to me in additional of placing his arm resting around my neck and smoking his cigarette

"Tell us more, maybe you have something might help us or improve evident"

"He would always tells us about the nukes all over Europe but after some disappeared I began to receive their roles which he is not being easy. All i know is that he used to be aggressive and whine all the time to me so i don't have any info and if you do ask me where is he then none of us know where he goes"

"So, you don't have enough info on him even if you're working with him?"

"No it's not that easy. This is all I have I promise" her and adler seems to accept my answer but hudson didn't so he just left the room like he wasted his time on me, i glanced down feeling like I failed on giving them what they need. At the end of the day I can't help them

"I tried to avoid it but I can't"

"We'll if you don't have information that is concerned evidence then that's fine" she understanded me more and accepted it all which is good, I settled down on the chair and my plams ended up on my face feeling off track. She said she'll left was alone and left the room that mean it's only the two of us

"I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, that's all you got hun"

"I couldn't really ignore the offer, I can't risk my life and leave you all alone" I couldn't let my tears escape I just couldn't cry, he grabbed me for a hug and didn't bothered to embrace back. I let go, all that left is us staring into each other's eyes until his words escaped from his lips

"What's up with your eye?"

"It's just a little accident, nothing serious"

"You don't have to hide it from me"

"Yeah..while I was in a conversation with perseus.."

<Flashback>

"Are you getting any sign?"

"No, I barley got anything related for them to come and get the evidence they need"

"Ah" all he said as he's watching me messing around the CIA's system to get on what are they going to do next as a sign, nothing really was interesting to collect.

"What about adler? He must be up to something"

"Not even him, I'm trying everything to get information but nothing is available"

"Saira I might have a feeling"

"What?"

"That you are hidding something from me"

"Oh no Iam not doing something like that"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, of course"

"Mmm" I got back on looking at the screen again until he threw a floppy disk infront of me and standed still, I picked up the disk and tried to read what's on it but it didn't really have something written on it.

"What is this?"

"Load the disk and see it yourself" his Russian accent sounded so greedy I couldn't help but to Load it, as the computer was reading it i waited till the screen showed a map of the lubeyanka building and the mission is assigned for adler, I deleted the screen so they can take the names but too late since perseus copied the info, I felt his hard grip on my hair forcing me to get up.

"So you tried to delete it just to let that street dog take it"

"P-please let go!"

"This isn't how we do it" Perseus then threw me on the ground then placed his foot on top of my stomach, I hissed in pain and grabbed his leg to get it off but he was strong

"Let go of me you fucking prick!" He didn't respond instead he picked me up, threw me on the wall and pulled his gun out then I felt the deep pain started to infect me

"AH FUCK!" I yelled and I began groaning when he held my neck tight .

"Listen to me, I might be missing something but I'll never be fooled on that day you go there and stop that piece of shit. Other then that I'm Erasing the names, do you understand me??"

"Y-yes" I responded in a low voice as he let go of me, my knees met the ground as I'm covering my bloody eye

"I'll show you" I thought to myself.

<end of flashback>

"And this is how my eye is fucked up"

"That asshole" Adler swapped his thumb on my cheek, I placed my hand on his including letting my eyes close to feel his soft hand on my skin.

"Sit down, let me cover it for you" he told me and did what he told me to do, 2 minutes passes he was done covering my eye. I smile weakly

"Thanks sweetheart"

"Anytime let me talk to Hudson and see if he gets to accept the answer if he doesn't then that's too goddamn bad he has to"

"Good luck with that" he nodded and left the room but the woman came back

"I hope your doing well there"

"Iam good I suppose"

"I didn't mean to scare more but is it true about the fact your his wife?"

"Oh yeah, I wanted to keep it a secret but hudson forced me"

"He's like that, nobody really has his trust then mason and woods"

"That's weird he trusts me"

"Not anymore since you retired 4 years ago"

"Makes sense..whats your name?"

"Park, Helen park"

"Pleasure to meet you park"

"Same goes to you saira, if you need me I'm outside or you can go out and see the other crew"

"I will, and thanks for the offer"

This was a rough one..

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Hii,

Thank you for reading I hope you enjoyed it! Tell me what you think and if you don't want to then that's fine no pressure!!

♡

[dumb-puppy-whore]

Do all the omo questions, I dare you 😈

1 - What do you enjoy the most about omorashi & pee desperation?

The humiliation of needing to pee and not knowing if you're going to make it

2 - What do you like to see in the aftermath of an accident?

I actually hate the aftermath but its less bad with minimal clean up and someone to help with aftercare

3 - Where's the most unusual or unique place you've peed?

When I was a kid I had to pee in a trash can because my family was on a road trip and the store we came across had just closed 5 minutes prior

4 - What kink pairs best with omorashi or pee desperation for you?

Humiliation, age play, and diapers

5 - Do you prefer being desperate to pee, or seeing others desperate?

Being desperate

6 - Do you have a strong bladder or a weak bladder? Large bladder, or small bladder?

Small-ish but strong

7 - What was the longest time that you’ve ever held your bladder? And did you make it to the bathroom?

I often miss signals my body gives me so I honestly could not tell you. maybe last time I did a live hold

8 - Have you ever made someone else wet themselves?

No

9 - Do you have a favorite outfit for omorashi or wetting?

Not really, prefer to wear minimal clothing though

10 - What drink gets you the most desperate in a short amount of time?

No one drink really gets me more desperate it just depends on the volume

11 - Do you prefer when people groan from relief, or whimper from embarrassment?

I'm not into controlling/watching other people and Im not a fan of hearing myself do either

12 - Do you like tiny leaks, big gushing leaks, or no leaking at all?

I like all of them but I think big gushes are much more embarrassing and nervewracking which makes them more appealing to me

13 - Do you prefer more extreme desperation with a 'just made it' ending, or mild desperation with wetting?

I think probably extreme desperation with a 'just made it' ending

14 - How would you feel if you got caught peeing somewhere unusual?

If it was at like a kink event or something where that kind of thing was okay I would feel embarrassed but probably get over it but if it was truly in public I would simply pass away

15 - Are there any words or phrases in omo that get you weak at the knees?

Anything that brings attention to the humiliation of it. like if someone is trying to be discrete about it and use fomal/medical language to describe their desperation but then whoever theyre with is like "oh do you need to go potty?"

16 - Name an under-appreciated omorashi trope.

I don't know that its really under-appreciated but like whump situations where someone is really sick or hurt and they can't tell/be bothered to go when they need to

17 - Name a kink you’re on the fence about, and explain why.

Cathaters/Sounding - its very hot in theory but there are so many things that can go wrong with it that it makes me nervous

18 - What’s something you fantasize about, but would hate in real life?

This is unrelated to omo but misgendering/sissification

19 - What type of porn does the world need more of?

T4T puppyboy x femdom

20 - What omo trope do you know is cliche or unrealistic, but you love anyway?

When the stoic character is desperate

21 - What's something you only see in animated porn or fictional erotica that you wish was possible in real life?

a victim's bladder filling up like a balloon

22 - How do you feel about fear wetting?

horny.

23 - How do you feel about bed-wetting?

😵‍💫😵‍💫🥺🥺

24 - How do you feel about bathroom schedules or needing permission to pee?

🥺🥺🥺🥺🫣🫣🫣🫣🥴🥴🥴🥴

25 - Do you like watersports/golden showers?

yes

26 - When's the last time you were desperate to pee without meaning to be?

Now

27 - When's the last time you didn't quite make it to the toilet?

About a week ago

28 - Have you ever peed outside or in public?

Yes

29 - Are you shy about your bladder needs, or are you open about peeing?

Im shy when talking about it but not bladder shy

30 - What is the wildest pee fantasy you ever had that actually came true?

I haven't really gotten to explore many of my fantasys

31 - Name one pee-related turn-on and one turn-off you have.

Turn-on: when you eat a girl out and there's residual piss flavor

Turn-off: dark yellow/amber dehydrated piss

32 - Dramatic pee dance, or denying their desperation?

Both

33 - Jeans wetting or skirt wetting?

Skirt

34 - Athletic uniform or business uniform?

Athletic

35 - Naked holding or cozy casual holding?

Depends on my mood but usually both

36 - Do you pee in the shower?

Sometimes

37 - Do you pee in the water when you go swimming?

Sometimes

38 - Do you or would you pee in front of a date or partner?

Partner: yes, Date: depends on the relationship

39 - Would you let a date or partner help you hold in your pee?

Partner: yes, Date: depends on the relationship

40 - Whats your safe-word?

Depends on the scene