#i understand the bitterness but c'mon now

[greenmeanqueen]

on the basis of three episodes I’d rather have Otto (has kept the realm running for years) and Alicent (lots of empathy, a natural politician) run the country over Rhaenyra (sympathetic to her situation but she’s more than a bit petulant and entitled) and Daemon (an actual sociopath who’d go on a suicide mission because he’s too proud to accept help). the show is definitely giving the Targs the hero edit despite that though. I’m very glad at least that they’ve swerved hard away from the evil stepmother trope of the books. Alicent would’ve been perfectly legally and politically justified to push Aegon as heir from day 1 but a 21st century audience needed it beat over the head that she’s good and kind so she’ll stand by Rhaenyra’s claim for now even if it doesn’t really make sense to say it’s her birthright when by thousands of years of Westeros precedent it definitely isn’t. And yet people STILL think she’s a scheming bitch. Media literacy is in the gutter.

thank you for your ask!!

for all my gripes with otto, there is a political acumen about him that viserys lacks with his people-pleaser tendencies; he understands the system, which is why he can manipulate it when he wants to. he has the extra experience with managing someone who is not very good at their job, which is objectively true of viserys. whenever there's a tough decision to be made, viserys swerves hard to avoid it. i love how HOTD has been really showing his darker side when being confronted with very reasonable duties of a ruler and lashing out, while also refusing to fully try and rectify the messes that he himself has made. he just keeps digging himself deeper and deeper in the hole, committed to "everything's gonna turn out fine because i say so". and otto kind of has to work around it, not just for his own desires, but also so the realm doesn't fall apart.

alicent is similar with her developing soft power, she can carefully choose her words and is starting to get results (which are actually quite benevolent at this point, trying to bring rhaenyra and viserys back together, and to help rhaenyra keep her position). i think episode three was excellent in portraying the growing fundamental conflict of soft power vs. hard power, the latter being what rhaenyra and daemon exemplified. R & D are fire and blood; angry, entitled, merciless, a bit reckless. and they get to walk around like badasses covered in blood while the hightowers are shoved aside, the "inferior" westerosi to the "superior" targs. maybe that was the point, because the hightowers will have their day (and i'm lowkey here for it???).

it's really unfortunate to watch alicent just not be able to win among the audience; she could literally sneeze and someone would cuss at her and/or criticize that anyone would want to say bless you. and you're so right, she has a legitimate leg to stand on in the succession which is why we have this whole conflict in the first place! in alicent's own words, "what mother wouldn't?" but she's not pursuing it because she has a heart, despite popular belief. she and otto may both exercise soft power, but she is NOT her father.

[heizours]

YOUR FIRST

summary. he overhears a conversation about who was your first favourite character in the game, and he grows jealous about it

tags. gn! reader, grammatical mistakes may occur

cw. none as far as i have check

feat. scaramouche, thoma, childe, xiao, dottore

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INTRO.

"Who was my first favourite character during the early days I was playing it?" You repeated the same question that your friend was asking you.

"Precisely! C'mon, I'm sure there is someone who had really caught your attention the moment they entered a quest you were playing or something like that."

They responded back, as they waited eagerly yet patiently for you to tell them, while you were busy thinking and reflecting back on who it was.

Little do you know, that they are not only one who's itching to know your big revelation.

If the doors have eyes, then the walls or perhaps the screens have ears as well.

"Well, I'd say that the first character who caught my attention and became my favourite in a short span of time is-"

SCARAMOUCHE.

"-Childe! 

Scaramouche acts like he is not deeply affected by it and acts like it wasn't a big deal to him, but the expressions that were painted on his face betrayed the best of him.

Why are you smiling when Childe's the topic?

What did he do to make you joyous like this?

But... if he is the first character you like, is it now a liked?

There is this some sort of uneasy feeling that continues to brew and swirl inside of him the very moment your face had brighten up at the mention of the harbinger's name, and he has no idea how to stop it and why was he feeling it in the first place.

Is this another emotion that a heart can experience and learn, from time to time? What was it called again?

Ah yes, jealousy.

Scaramouche suddenly scoffs at the realization, finding it hard to believe that he would feel the bitterness of what enviousness is like sooner than he had anticipated, and the primary cause that triggered it was none other than that side character.

Childe? Cool and Captivating? Please, you haven't even seen how he could be a million times better than him.

"You mean to tell me that I'm simply getting worked up all for this? Why should I be bothered over it, when I could be a whole lot better than him? Heh"

THOMA.

-Itto! 

Thoma rarely taste the medicine of jealousy but seeing that look on your face when you rambled on about the oni, somehow snapped him into his senses. He felt the need to grab your attention from the screen to tell you that he is here too, and maybe - just maybe you could switch your favours around. 

I'm not jealous...being one is simply irrational

Maybe — I am a little bit jealous

Alright, I am jealous...

While he would be in denial at first with the jealousy he is dealing with, he would still come to the generalization that he is indeed jealous, and if he will have to cope up with it, he would put back on his smiley facade, only this time something about his smile is a little unpleasing, that even Itto himself will not dare to breathe around him.

But, instead of continuing to bottle up his jealousy and act petty like the others, he would understand why you favour the oni and would put that first before his feelings.

Don't be fooled though, compliment him too while you're at it!

“Oh...I didn’t know they like him. It sounds very surprising coming from them, but who am I to judge? Well then, has anyone seen Itto? I bet he will be delighted to hear the news!”

CHILDE.

“-Thoma! 

Childe laughs it off - Yes, it’s the laugh that you are thinking right now where he is this close from committing another arson. He is definitely not a second away from taking a trip to Inazuma and is on the go to plan a competition with the housekeeper, because he’s too cool to even to something like that.

I see, another challenger perhaps?

Hmph, what’s the point of challenging him if I know that I am the strongest?

Clear skies Ajax, clear skies

At this point, it is quite clear that he is turning into the embodiment of jealousy due to the amount of assurance that he is telling to himself, not because he is threatened by Thoma but because he is threatened that your favouritism about him will be the reason for his downfall.

He is threatened by the fact that you could easily evict him from your main team and replace him with someone else from another region who is just newly released and is almost a carbon copy as him, if not for the differences of their physical appearances.

It is indeed true that jealousy is a disease, that not even Ajax himself could flee from it.

“Thoma? I have heard of that name, but I also heard that I can excel ten times better at the things he could do. No- I’m not showing off, I am simply describing that I am a way better option than him, that’s it.”

XIAO.

“-Scaramouche! 

Xiao stays the same as he is, or -  that’s what he thinks. Truth to be told, he doesn’t even realize that he is jealous, but as they say - actions speaks louder than words, and the way he is acting right now shows how he is envied by this favouritism topic.

Did I expect too much?

I don’t like this feeling...

Is this what those mortals call as jealousy?

It takes a while for him to accept that he is jealous, but after that whole feeling finally sinks in, well let’s say he is displeased by this realization because by every second, that feeling continues to sink deeper and deeper as if it’s attempting to land in the deepest depth of the ocean. 

But, like Thoma, he is another who tries to get over with it and respects why you favour that character the most. Maybe it’s because you see them in a different light that others can’t, and he understands that.

Everyone has favourites, and he can’t blame you for that because even him has one which is you but he would rather not say it.

"Hm, while I do not fawn over him, I suppose I understand why you like him in the first place. Whatever makes you happy, is simply enough for me to know why."

DOTTORE.

- Alhaitam!

Dottore remains indifferent or so what he assures to himself, because if anyone where to see right through him, displeased is not even used enough to describe how disturb he is by that revelation.  

The Akademiya scribe is what they fawn over the most, hm?

How interesting....

Though, irritating would be the right word for it

His pride is wounded, and what makes it even more worse for him is he is a man of intelligence. So naturally, he is intimidated and threatened that the scribe who is also intelligent but not as him, could be the reason why he can’t turn the favour of you to him.

To get rid of the jealousy that he is feeling, he will dedicate most of his time (like he isn’t in the first place) inside his lab, doing things where only he knows what it is. He is one of the upper rank harbingers and dictated as the doctor for a reason, and the only way he could could get off the steam he is feeling, is to be busy.

While he is ordering around his clones and agents at the same time, any step or news that he gets from them and will be deemed as a failure, will have to face some serious issues from him, especially that Dottore is not in the mood to be in a dilly dally manner.

“Anything I need? Perhaps you can give me a little information about the scribe - take it or leave it. Either way, leaving it is not even an option in the first place.”

[cordeliawhohung]

oh em gee hiii! feel free to ignore but what about Simon comforting anxious!reader?

AHHHHHHHHH 🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️

i started writing this with mafia!simon in mind because i'm an idiot but here you go lmao. reader has a small anxiety attack but simon comforts her and they share a sweet moment <3

sometimes you tried to be interesting.

you tried to dress nice and pretend to enjoy the liquor in your cup as if the music that pulsed around you wasn't overwhelming. you tried to smile gracefully as someone apologized for bumping into you the millionth time that night as if their touch didn't make your skin ache and crawl. pretended that you wanted to be there, in that crowd of sweaty bodies and bitter breath. with glassy eyes, you pressed the rim of your cup against your lips as you painfully laughed at someone's crude comment, because interesting people didn't cry at the drop of a hat.

that night you were the world's greatest actress, and most unfortunate fool. great in the fact that no one, not even your friend, noticed your discomfort, and a fool to think that you would be able to play the part forever. because you could push back that bile and patch up that corrosion all you wanted, you had done so your entire life anyway, but you knew full well that it would always break. something would have to give.

the floor disintegrated beneath your feet the moment you felt a hand on your shoulder, and you spilled your over priced drink on the floor trying to slap them away. several people shouted at you, mostly in good spirits, about the party foul you made as their feet crushed your plastic cup, but you didn't hear a word of it as your eyes landed on Simon. hand half wet with the alcohol you spilled on him, he looked at you with what you hoped was concern and not annoyance.

even among all those bodies, the flashing strobe lights, the haze of cigarettes and weed, he still found you. his eyes, so dark, so careful, always found you.

you forgot all about being interesting halfway up the stairs to the second floor. the only thing you could focus on was the pounding in your chest and the pit of dread eating you from the inside out while Simon pulled you along with him. eventually, everything became quiet. muffled like you had fallen under water, still there lurking above the surface waiting to be unleashed, but manageable.

"c'mon," Simon urged, guiding you further along.

it took you a moment to realize the two of you were in some private room, and even then it still didn't fully hit until you were sat on the couch and held in Simon's arms. he whispered quiet and kind words to you that you couldn't quite understand over the sound of your anxiety wreaking havoc in your rib cage, but the warm baritone of his tone was all you needed. so you focused on him and only him. the warmth of his body bleeding through his clothes and onto your cheek as you leaned against him. his hands running up and down your bare arms and sweltering skin. he calmed you with soft touches and the gentle reminder that you were okay.

"what's goin' on?"

there wasn't a reason for your turmoil. no simple explanation you could string together to get anyone to understand the thoughts raging in your mind. how were you supposed to tell someone you were born that way? with cracks and crevices in your brain full of nothing but darkness that no one could heal or kiss away? but his arms felt nice around you, and that was enough for now.

finally brave enough to pull your face off Simon's shoulder, you glanced around the room he took you to where you were fully able to realize just how alone the two of you were. there wasn't a single other soul with you, though you could see a long window on the other side of the room that showed the perfect view of the balconies on the other side of the second floor.

"can anyone see us?" you asked instead, unsure how to answer his question.

following your gaze, Simon's eyes landed on the windows on the other side of the room. "no, they're two way mirrors. we can see out, but no one can see in."

curious, you stood from the couch and approached the windows with Simon close behind you. there were plenty of people on the second floor balconies leaning against railings as they sipped away at their drinks blissfully unaware of your gaze. then you turned your attention to the bottom floor. it was difficult to believe you had been a part of that pulsing mass of flesh just minutes before where limbs waved and weaved haphazardly between one another. what had been something too large and terrifying had quickly turned into something mesmerizing, like watching fish dance.

"everything seems so small up here," you said in a near whisper.

Simon hummed. "puts things into perspective."

you fell quiet for a moment as you watched the ocean of people underneath you and listened to the muffled drone of the music like crashing waves. you hated places like that. never really felt like you fit in; never really felt like you were wanted there. there was no rhyme or reason behind it. it just was.

"i... i don't know why i feel like this," you admitted, eyes still focused out the window. "everyone else always seems to enjoy being here, but i feel so on edge i can't relax."

Simon didn't look at you when you spoke, but you saw him gently nod his head in your peripheral vision. "there's not a whole lot of reason for anything," he explained. "sometimes things find you whether you'd like them to or not. anxiety, frustration... love. part of the human experience."

you tore your eyes off of the scene below you at his words and when you turned your attention to Simon you realized he had already been looking at you. that twisting feeling in your stomach felt oddly similar to the dread that plagued you down on the dance floor with your friend. similar, but not quite. it was something sweeter than dread, though just as scary.

"c'mon," he said as he nodded towards the door. "let's get you home, yeah?"

"i don't want to be alone," you blurted. "but i... will you stay with me tonight? just for awhile?"

there was some hint of a smile that pulled at Simon's lips at your request. nothing nefarious, or even in enjoyment. it looked more akin to relief than anything else. no matter what it was, you liked the way it made you feel; that you knew for sure.

"'course. couldn't ever say no to you, sweetheart."

yeah idk what this turned out to be either. it sounded cuter in my head lmao

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

I'm Your Man - Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal x OFC - Chapter 11

Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10

AO3

Warnings: Language, angst

Word Count: 3.9k

Tags: @mads-weasley @xxluckystrike @curaheehee @footprintsinthesxnd @dcyllom @storysimp @latibvles @love-studying58

Rosie's palms were slick with sweat, the din of the band muffled to his ears beneath the deafening thumping of his heart as he pushed his way through the crowds, never faltering, even when people called to him as he passed. The door seemed all at once impossibly far away when every second meant not knowing where Frankie was, not knowing if she was ok.

A sudden silence fell upon him as he stepped out into the night air, taking a moment to adjust to the darkness. The sound of footsteps on gravel caught his attention, and he trailed after the crunch around to the side of the hut, stopping dead in his tracks as he took in the scene before him. George sat on the bench, leaning forward on her elbows, a deep frown creasing her cheeks. Frankie was pacing in front of her, a freshly lit cigarette letting off smoke as she held it to her lips. Even in the dim light, he could make out the redness in her eyes, and a wave of nausea coursed through him as he realised she'd been crying.

"Frankie?"

Their gazes snapped towards him, unaware of his presence until now. George was wide-eyed in concern, but there was something cold in Frankie's gaze - bitter, a type of ruefulness he'd never seen in her, especially not directed at him. She dropped the cigarette, stomping it out with her heel as she turned to walk away from him. "Frankie," George called, a warning tone in her voice, like a mother scolding a child.

It worked. She paused, face tilted up to the sky as she let out a long, exhausted sigh, and Rosie wanted nothing more but to step forward and hold her in his arms. But he knew in that moment she wouldn't let him. His eyes met George's for a moment, a nod of understanding passing between them. She rose to her feet, moving to give them some privacy, but as she passed him she paused.

"If you break her heart, I swear I'll kill you, Rosenthal."

"Understood, ma'am."

She walked away, the sound of her footsteps fading with distance. Frankie's shoulders were tense as she rubbed at her eyes, attempting to remove the evidence of the tears she'd shed over him.

"... Honey?" Rosie asked slowly. She stormed towards him, hands reaching out towards his chest to give him a shove, to release the anger bubbling inside her. But when the moment came, she froze, seizing the lapels of his jacket in her clenched fists, unable to meet his eye, gaze fixed on the line of medals that decorate his chest.

"Hey," He spoke gently, scarcely more than a whisper. Reaching a gentle hand to her arm, he felt her grip loosen, peeling her hand away from him so that he could lift it, placing a kiss to the inside of her wrist, gaze never leaving her face. She met his eyes the moment his lips brushed against her skin, jaw visibly clenched. "C'mon. Talk to me."

"You're going back up, aren't you?" Frankie's voice came low and hoarse. Her knuckle brushed against his cheek so briefly, yet he felt the urge to lean in against it, to feel her hand against his face.

"I don't know, I haven't decided yet."

"Yes, you have. You haven't realised it, but you'll go - that's who you are."

The corner of his mouth curled in an involuntary smile, charmed at the thought of being known so well. But her expression had no humour, and her fingers balled back into a fist, slipping out of his grasp.

"They'll replace me with someone who can't do the job as well as I can. I'm saving a life by staying - I can't just walk away from this, Frankie."

"What about me?" She knew the words were selfish the moment they left her, the shame making her squirm. "I'd been waiting for this for so long - it was keeping me going, knowing that I didn't have to live in fear for much longer, and now you're just dragging it out for what? So you can feel good about yourself?"

Rosie's brow furrowed, taking a half-step backwards away from her, lips parting for a moment as he searched for something to say. He had noted the smell of alcohol on her breath, telling himself she didn't mean what she said, but the words still stung.

"I want to stop. If I could, I would, but-"

"But you can-"

"No, I can't! This is bigger than any one person, I can't just give it up!"

Frankie's lip had begun to tremble, and she sniffed loudly, raising her hand to hastily wipe away the tears forming in her eyes before they could fall. Before he could think about it, he was stepping forward to envelop her in an embrace, but she batted his hand away before he could touch her, and Rosie swore he felt his heart skip a beat.

"I've been doing this for nearly five fucking years," She shook her head. "I deserved this, Rosie. Today wasn't just about you, I deserved to have this one thing."

He paused then, sucking in a long breath. He hadn't considered that - that this had been her war far longer than it had been his. How many bodies had she dragged out of planes in her time? How much blood had she wiped clean? More than he'd ever seen.

"I'm sorry."

"But you won't change anything."

"No. But I need you."

"That's not fair. I wait for you every time and it is agony, and every time we're together I can't help but think of all the ways your next mission could go wrong, and I don't know how much longer I can do it."

Taking a step forward, he raised a tentative hand, holding back a sigh of relief as she let him touch her, his thumb skirting across her cheek. "I think you're the reason I'm still alive." He admitted, noticing the way her chest heaved as she sucked in a deep breath. "This was never gonna work out perfectly for us, but you're what I come back for. It's like... I think of you and I can do whatever it takes to make it back alive... because I love you."

All at once Frankie collapsed into him, head pressed firm against his chest, arms wrapped almost unbearably tight around his back. If she had to, she could live without him - she could get up and live her life every day, but it wouldn't be the same. He had made himself essential to her, had burrowed beneath her skin like an itch she couldn't scratch, and that presence would never leave, alive or dead. But a part of her would die with him. He squeezed her shoulders, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, warm breath fanning her skin.

There was nothing she could do. She could stand there in the dark and call off the whole thing, refuse to ever speak to him again, but the part of her that he occupied wasn't going away. Distance wouldn't solve anything, it would simply amplify her misery. The fear wouldn't abate, so long as there was breath in his lungs.

Rosie's cheek rested against her head, listening quietly to the steady thump of her heart. His hand moved from her shoulder to her hip to her hair, as if trying to map every inch of her with his fingertips, unable to hold her close enough without fusing his skin to hers. This was what he came home for, this was what kept him alive - what was heaven to the sound of her breathing?

"I love you too," She uttered. After a moment, Frankie raised her head, chin resting against his chest as she looked up at him. Rosie lifted a hand, wiping away the remnants of unshed tears with the back of his palm, a tired smile curling her lip as she let her eyes flutter shut. If he could've spent the rest of his life staring at her, he would've. Instead, he pressed a kiss to her forehead, reaching an arm around his back to take her hand in his.

"C'mon," He spoke softly, stepping backwards out of the embrace and tugging her along by the hand.

"Come where?" Frankie asked, brow furrowed.

"Just come," A grin creased his cheeks as she fell in step, their footsteps breaking the late-night silence.

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The single lightbulb illuminating the path to the mess hall buzzed intermittently, flickering slightly as moths hovered around its glow. There was no one around, the staff having long gone for the night, the rooms within laying deserted. Frankie began to chuckle as she realised what they were doing, struggling to restrain a laugh as Rosie jostled the doorknob, wrestling with the thing for a minute before it came open with a creak.

"See? Like magic," He proclaimed.

"Yeah, on your third try," She snorted as he held out his elbow for her to take his arm as if they were entering a high-class restaurant.

It was utterly still inside the hall, the quiet so piercing that they could almost hear the beating of their own hearts. Rosie led her through to the back, flicking on the kitchen light as the shelves and shelves of food came suddenly into view.

"You're a thief, Rosenthal," Frankie pointed out, pushing herself up to perch on the edge of the counter.

He hummed distractedly, rifling through the supplies now at their disposal. "They'll understand. Date night with the wife 'n all." For a moment he continued without realising what he'd said, and then he froze, turning his head slightly to glance nervously back at her.

Frankie was already smiling, and offered up a shrug, a wordless assurance of 'someday'. He turned back to the shelves, hoping the shadows would hide the tinge of red he could feel blooming in his cheeks.

"Aha," He declared, retrieving a pair of chocolate bars and tossing one across to her. Peeling back the paper, she took a bite as he pushed himself up onto the counter beside her, tapping the chocolate together as if they were toasting glasses.

"This is better than a party," Rosie sighed, leaning back against the wall as he raised a hand to loosen his tie, undoing the top button of his shirt.

"Really? You won't find any good booze in here," She raised a brow, holding the chocolate bar between her teeth as she shrugged off her jacket, tossing it unceremoniously onto the floor.

"I'd rather sit around with you."

"Mm, yeah. I'd rather eat chocolate," Frankie mused, staring down at the half-eaten bar in her hand before going in for another bite.

"Oh, nice - romantic," Rosie chuckled.

"What? I'm just being honest. That's gonna be the worst part about going to America - no Cadbury's. I'm making this sacrifice for you Robert, that's romantic."

"You're right, I'm sorry for not appreciating your suffering," Pushing himself upright, he leant over to press a kiss to her cheek, missing as she turned her head and accidentally pressing his lips to her chin.

Frankie let out a cackle, grabbing him by the tie and pulling him in for a real kiss as she slid sideways off the counter. He could taste chocolate on her lips, one hand squeezing her hip, the other cushioning her shoulder as she backed up against the wall. She ran a deliberate hand through his hair, messing up his curls in the way that always made her smile. He was going to have to stop buying hair gel.

Rosie could feel the warmth of her skin through the fabric of her shirt, pressing against her with his palm as if they could meld into one. This wasn't like him. His mother would've been red in the face. But it wasn't his fault that Frankie was just so damn pretty. Simply breathing seemed twice as hard whenever she smiled - it was a wonder how he'd ever lived without it. The moment she'd left the party, his stomach had dropped so hard he thought he'd vomit, so scared had he been at the prospect of losing her. He cupped her jaw, tilting her face higher towards him, the press of her head against the wall messing up the curls George had no doubt spent ages tending to.

She snaked an arm around the back of his neck, trapped between his shoulders and the wall. It was an unwinnable situation, but she could survive the fear if it meant he was hers once it was all over. Rosie was good - no, scratch that - he was the best. If anyone could make it back, he could.

He had just begun to loosen her tie when a sudden banging at the door startled them, tearing themselves apart as someone hammered a heavy fist, shining a torch through the window at the front end of the mess hall.

"We know someone's in there!" A booming yell sounded. "Come out!"

Frankie clamped a hand over her mouth, muffling the laughter that threatened to erupt as Rosie gritted his teeth, trying his damndest not to do the same and give them away worse than they had already. She scrambled to collect her jacket, attempting to smooth down her hair with one hand as he hastily disposed of any evidence of their late-night feast.

The kitchen had a narrow back door, and Frankie pried it open as quietly as she could. Whoever had found them was still hammering on the front door, and as she peered out into the darkness she couldn't see any sign of reinforcements. "Go, go!" She whispered, shoes clutched in her hand to muffle her footsteps as they crept outside, scurrying across the grass towards the next row of Nissen huts.

As soon as they were home free she let a mighty laugh tear itself from her chest, splitting the air and undoubtedly waking up a few disgruntled workers. Rosie had begun to laugh too, their shoulders brushing as they swayed against each other, giddy on adrenaline. They were far too old to be sneaking around like teenagers, but he couldn't honestly remember the last time he'd had so much fun. Slinging an arm around her shoulders, she leaned against him as they wandered back towards her hut, the party's crowds not yet dissipated out into the world.

Approaching her door, Frankie turned to face him, walking backwards as she wrapped her arms around his back. She took a deep breath, letting out a sigh, giddiness wearing off. "See you tomorrow?"

Rosie nodded, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "Yeah. I've gotta go see Bennett in the morning, I'll catch you after."

"Yeah, alright." Pushing herself up onto her toes, she kissed him one last time, before slipping inside.

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It was quiet inside, the bathroom light humming as George stepped into the doorway, toothbrush hanging out of her mouth, curls brushed out of her hair. "You're back."

"I'm back," Frankie sighed, scraping a hand through her hair as she collapsed backwards onto the bed, springs creaking beneath her. She heard desperate scrambling from the next room as George hurried to finish up, and the quick step of bare feet against the floor as she scurried over, sitting cross-legged on her bed beside her.

"...And?" She asked, tone laced with worry.

"I'm living with it," Frankie admitted, throwing up her hands in surrender.

"That's it?"

"Think about it, George!" She exclaimed, rolling over onto her stomach so that she could look up at her. "If I made him stop, if I said he had to go home, he'd be miserable. He'd resent it - he wouldn't resent me, 'cause he's too bloody good, but he'll hate it. He'll spend the rest of his life regretting it, and I don't wanna do that. I'll have to live with it too."

The corner of George's lip curled in a half-smirk. "It's that serious, huh? 'Rest of your life' type stuff?"

"... I think so."

"I get it. It's better in the long run."

"Yeah, if there is one," Frankie sighed, staring dejectedly down at the floor.

"Oi," George slid off the bed, crouching down before her, forcing Frankie to look at her. "Don't gimme that shit, ok? He's the best pilot this place has ever seen, no one has chances as good as he does. I know it's scary - you know I know that."

She nodded slowly. "Yeah. I know. Sorry."

"Don't apologise. Get up and take that uniform off... you smell like chocolate."

Chuckling, Frankie pushed herself upright, beginning to peel away her clothes as George began to meticulously pin her hair into curlers for the next day. Sometimes she felt guilty - lamenting over the possibility of losing the man she loved when George had already lost hers. As if she were tempting fate, painting George's life as the worst possible version of her future.

"...You know I love you, right?" She asked slowly.

George looked up, brow raised. "Yeah, 'course. Why, are you dumping Rosie to run away with me now?"

Frankie let out a huff of laughter, buttoning up her pyjama shirt. "Yeah, that's the plan," She nodded, the pair grinning at each other as she climbed into bed. Flicking off the bedside lamp, she buried her head into the pillow, eyes shut tightly as she tried to fall asleep.

After a few minutes of silence, George spoke up again. "I would make a prettier bride than Rosie."

Grabbing her pillow, she hurled it at her, knocking George off balance and almost sending her tipping over the corner of the bed. "Oi!"

"I'm trying to sleep! Shut up and gimme my pillow back, or the engagement's off."

George chuckled, lobbing it back with as much, if not greater force, and Frankie yelped as it collided with her face, the sound muffled by the pillow.

"... I think you gave me a black eye."

"You're being a fucking baby."

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"General Doolittle has ordered the air strategy to shift radically...

"to shoot them down we need to get them in the air...

"...With bombers as the bait."

Frankie lingered outside the closed door to Bennett's office, arms folded tightly across her chest as she listened to the conversation within. She'd had to argue her way past a fair few guards just to get this far, and was resisting the sudden urge to march through the door and break something - preferably Bennett's nose.

She hadn't told Rosie she was coming, and the more she listened in, the more she felt confident she didn't want him to know either. He'd probably try to stop her from starting a fight. Footsteps approached the door from the inside, and Frankie ducked into the nearest office and out of view as Rosie passed. The room's inhabitants looked up at her as she entered, brows furrowed in confusion, and she offered an awkward smile, pretending to fix one of the clocks until he was safely out of sight.

Before the door to Bennett's office could fall close, she stepped in, propping her arm across the doorframe and blocking the exit.

"Can I help you ma'am?" He asked, brow raised as he stood up from his desk.

"Yeah, actually, I was wondering if you could direct me towards a CO with some basic fucking sense."

Bennett looked momentarily startled, before realisation seemed to flicker across his expression. "Ah. You're Rosenthal's girl, right?"

Frankie frowned. "I also happen to be the most experienced mechanic you've got. But yeah, I guess that works."

"In that case, you probably shouldn't come in here insulting your commanding officers."

"That'd certainly be a concern if I actually worked for you."

"Look... Sergeant? I get it. You found out about the new plan, somehow-"

"I was listening through the door just now."

"...You're really not allowed to do that."

"I really don't care."

"Frankie?" Rosie's voice echoed from the opposite end of the corridor, and she tried her best not to react as she heard his footsteps approaching behind her, felt a gentle hand on her arm. "What're you doing?"

"You know those orders are bullshit," Frankie continued, gaze never leaving Bennett. "And you're letting it happen because you're a fucking coward."

"Okay, Jesus Christ, let's go," Rosie spoke hurriedly, tugging on her arm. "Sir, I'm sorry about this."

"I'm not done-"

"Yes, you are."

The Lieutenant Colonel didn't get a chance to speak before Frankie was dragged out of his doorway, the door falling shut with a heavy thud as Rosie guided her away back down the hall.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? What was that?!"

"Plan A was to strangle him - I think it went well all things considered."

"Do not - what?!" Rosie shook his head, utterly dumbfounded as they stepped outside. "What are you doing?!"

Frankie stopped walking, turning on her heel to face him. "Those orders are gonna get these men killed. I mean, bait? Are they fucking serious?"

"Did you listen in on that entire conversation?"

"Yeah, don't worry about it. The point is, I'm sick of having to stand by and watch them give out these bullshit orders that nobody can stand up to. They're murdering those boys if they do this, they're-"

"I know!" Rosie exclaimed, raising his hands to her shoulders. "I know. I care about them too, you know I do, but they're making me Major now - I can lead them - I'm gonna do everything I can to bring them home."

"... Wait, what? They're making you Major?"

"So you missed that part?"

"I think I blacked out after the 'bait' thing."

"Yeah, I got that impression."

Frankie nodded for a long moment, gnawing at the inside of her cheek. "... I hate not being able to do anything."

"I know," Rosie reached for her hand, rubbing his thumb across her knuckles.

"I'm the one who'll have to clean your blood out of the seat if you don't make it," She stated, unable to meet his eye. He felt the colour drain from his cheeks. "They'll give me your footlocker. I don't - I don't know what to do with it, I don't-" The more she spoke the faster the words came tumbling out, spiralling out of control.

"Hey, hey," Rosie cooed, wrapping an arm around the back of her neck to pull her into his chest. "We're good. We're okay, it's gonna be okay. I'm gonna make it. I dunno if anyone's told you, but I'm kind of a big deal around here."

"Oh, shut up," Frankie thumped a fist against his shoulder, her voice barely audible, muffled against his jacket. When she pulled away she was fighting a smile, a red tint flushing her cheeks as she swept her hair out of her face.

"Seriously," He nodded, lifting his hands to cup her face. "It'll be alright."

"... Yeah."

[riswippiesx]

Captivation | Geto Suguru X Fem!Reader

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS- DNI!!!

TW: 18+ NSFW Mention of alcohol, fat shaming, insults, toxicity, obsession, nipple play, body worship, foul language, dirty talk, third person watching, mention of violence, reader is hinted of having larger breasts but nothing exact, oral sex(fem receiving) unprotected sex(don't be silly, wrap your willy), creampies, overstimulation mention of pregnency, kids and breeding, broken marriage and divorce stuffs, porn with plot

Not proof end, exactly.

[let me know if I am forgetting something]

A long sigh fell from your lips. You were sitting at the bar, with your glass of liqueur. You played with the glass as you waited for you so called "date" to come. He was already one hour late and you were pissed, thoughts of going back was circling around your pretty head.

After your 'successful' marriage with Suguru Geto fell apart, you had restrained yourself from dating and stuffs. Having a beautiful little girl of five years was one of your main reasons to stop seeing someone or even a little hook up, along with your busy work schedules. So, you were just a lonely woman of early 30's. It would have continued like that if your friends Shoko and Utahime never forced you to think for yourself. So you started to look for someone new and here you were, waiting from past one hour for that certain guy, who seemed somewhat good, to arrive.

"Fuck these men!" , you cursed under your breath and sipped on your drink. Your patience was draining out. It was definately your mistake to say yes to a guy, who picked a bar for the first date. How cheap! You decided to bring out your card to pay for the drink and it was when you heard someone calling out your name. You looked back and found the guy you had been waiting for. He stood there with a stupid grin.

"Ain't you too early, Naoya?", bitter sarcasm fell out of your tongue. You were clearly annoyed. His grin widened surprisingly.

"C'mon baby, it's not that late", he talked for himself.

"Yeah right!", you rolled your eyes and stayed on your seat. He took a seat right beside you and wrapped his hands around your waist. It was uncomfortable to you after almost three years, since your divorced Suguru. You thought of telling him to keep his hands to himself but you let that slide for it being the first date, where you didn't want to seem very rude.

"Tell me baby, what ya drinkin?", he asked with a flirty tone

"Just some regular", you replied shortly.

"Mmm Baby you look sexy~", Naoya cooed in your ear seductively which made you shiver and gave you a slight ick.

"This dude doesn't even know how to compliment", you thought in your mind, giving him a minus for not knowing some basics. He was nothing like Suguru, who used to compliment you in the best ways, who used to make you feel like the prettiest woman of the universe. Everything was great untill it wasn't. It was so magical untill you started to drown yourself in work when your daughter was two years old. After handling work and your baby, you rarely had time for Suguru. He tried to understand you but his own business was going slow for that time, which became settled and better one and half years later. You two often had misunderstandings and random fights. Thinking about your daughter's future, you two find it wise to have seperate ways and thus the divorce came in your life as a curse. But Suguru decided to fulfill his duty as the father of your child. He spent his day offs with your girl and in the weekends, he would pick up his kiddo and spend his day with her and dropped her at your place again in the evening. So you two saw each other quite often. But you missed his presence in your life. You wanted him back but a strong sense was ego was working in you, which stopped you every time from crawling back to him.

You came out of your thoughts when you felt Naoya's hand on your thigh. Right, you were with Naoya now, you needed to stop thinking about Suguru if you wanted this date to work out and you did want this date to work.

"Whatcha thinkin baby?", He spoke with his constant grin.

"Nothing much. So tell me, why are you so late? Is everything alright?", you tried to build a proper conversation.

"Sweetie, that doesn't matter ya know. Let's talk about something interesting", he brought his face closer to yours and his hands working on your thighs slowly.

"What else?", you asked back which made him smirk at you.

When you were busy chatting with Naoya, Suguru came in, with his best friend, Satoru. They were out for a random drink break. You didn't notice them coming but Suguru's eyes found you soon and then drifted to the man beside you. So you were finally on a date.

His eyes slightly squinted as he noticed you two and saw the man's hand on your thighs.

"Isn't that your ex-wife?", Satoru slightly poked Suguru with his elbow.

"Seems like", Suguru answered shortly.

"Oh~ so she's finally dating hmm..but she came to a bar for a date? I didn't know her standards were that low...", Satoru grinned. Suguru didn't move a single mouth muscle to smile.

"That's none of our business. Let's go sit over there", he pointed at the corner of the bar and started to walk ahead.

"Fine", Satoru mumbled before following his best friend.

Two men ordered two most expensive liqueur of the bar. Satoru was talking about business and life. He talked about women as well. Suguru was looking at him but his eyes were drifting back to where you seated from time to time.

"Ya ass isn't listening, Suguru", Satoru complained with a grin.

"Of course I'm listening", Suguru protested.

"Yeah? Tell me what did I just say?", the white haired man asked.

Suguru wasn't actually listening. So he didn't know and his silence made it clear.

"See~ I was talking about the woman, Manami, whom you were going out for a few days. What happened to her? She's pretty. And surely she is charmed by you. Why not having something serious with her then?", He teased.

"No. She doesn't feel right", Suguru sighed.

"Suguru this is your third time giving the same excuse. None of these women seems right to you. Why? Still captivated by your ex's charm?", Satoru's eyes scanned you for once.

"Nonsense. Not everyone is my type", he replied.

"Yeah? Then what is your type exactly?", Satoru asked.

Suguru's eyes again drifted back to you. You looked so pretty in that black short body con of yours with your unbounded silky hairs. It was hard to look away from you. And then there was your date, cheaply dressed. Those might be good brand of cloths but it didn't have any hint of class. It gave Suguru ick and his eyes fell on his best friend again, only to find him smirking.

"What?", he asked.

"I must say your ex is pretty as hell. If she was my ex, I too would have issues in moving on", Satoru remarked.

"I have moved on long ago."

"Yeah I can see very well."

Satoru's grin widened when their order arrived on their table. Suguru scoffed and took one bottle and poured a glass for Satoru and one for himself.

"Cheers!"

They were about to sip when they heard an unknown voice yelling from the direction where you seated. Both of the men quickly looked over your way and found your grumpy annoyed face and the guy infront of you in a desperate wild state.

You really thought Naoya had better topics to talk about. He brought his lips near your ears and whispered, "Let's talk about our...needs"

"What?"

"You heard me babygirl"

It was very weird to address a woman like you as "babygirl" but you let that slide too. His hands were going towards your inner thighs and he pressed a soft kiss under your ear.

"Tell me babygirl, how would you like to be pleased?"

You were unable to answer, feeling the strong ick in your stomach.

"Or should I find out myself..hmm?"

"S-stop"

You pushed him away with your hands.

"What's wrong?"

"It's our first date. I don't feel comfortable in this topic yet"

"Baby don't fight it. Give in to temptation", he moved his hands under your dress but you stopped his hands.

"No."

"C'mon don't be so boring now~", he whined.

"I don't want it", you replied.

"Ugh if you don't want it why the fuck did you even come here tonight?", his toned turned bitter.

"Because I thought this would be a normal first date"

"You think? You think that I would waste my time by going on random dates with YOU?", he pointed at you.

"Excuse me?", you disliked how he talked to you.

"Yes who the hell would go on a date with you? YOU STUPID UGLY BITCH!", he yelled.

"watch your tone", you remarked in a pissed tone.

"HELL I WOULD! YOU'RE FAT. LOOK AT THAT BELLY, POKING OUT OF YOUR DRESS. SO FUCKING UGLY. YOU CAN ONLY BE A ONE NIGHT STAND, THAT AGAIN ONLY FOR THOSE NICE TITS OF YOURS!", He yelled again.

You were seriously annoyed at how he was creating a scene. You weren't up for any troubles like that. You again regretted your decision for coming along with such a cheap date request. He was a complete jerk. You should have acknowledged the signs of his cheap nature. You sighed and quickly brought out your card to pay for your drink while he shouted.

"I would never want to go on a date with a slut like you. A whore. A fat ugly whore."

You glared at him

"Shut the fuck up!", you pressed your teeth together and chewed out.

"You boring ass. You're not even my type."

You finished the payment and got up.

"Thankfully I am not. It was my mistake to even give chance to a shit like you. Asshole!"

"Mind your language!"

"You mind yours first you shithead!"

You pushed him to a side and decided to walk away as you didn't want anymore chaos. But he grabbed your hands and pulled you back. The last bell of your patience went off and you slapped him hard, making him loose balance and fall on the bar floor.

"That's where you belong, jerk!"

You said and left the bar with sheer annoyance while Naoya looked at your way with surprised and insulted expression.

Suguru was noticing it all, along with Satoru. He was pissed as well. The words of that man made him mad. What a ill behaved person!

Suguru was happy when you stood for yourself. He saw you walking out of the bar. He glanced at Satoru and he was already glancing at Suguru. Their eyes had the conversation they needed and Satoru nodded before both of them got up from their seats. Suguru followed your way and Satoru approached Naoya, who fell on the floor.

You came out of the bar and sighed deeply. You feel insulted. That was why you never cared to date till today. You should have sticked to your decision. You felt like a shit. You might have stood for yourself but the insecurity you hid so well, was now poking you. You put your hands on your tummy. Before leaving your house, when you looked at your reflection in the mirror, you were happy and pleased with yourself but now, you felt equally insecure. You rarely felt so, but the alcohol in your nerves was working on your emotions a little as well.

You slowly reached your car and stood there. You wanted to drown yourself in layers of clothing, where your body shape won't be visible anymore. You always thought pregnency as a blessing and your cute little daughter was your world. But this one side... No matter how hard you tried to work out, some changes are tough to get rid of.

Your thoughts were getting all foggy when you again heard someone calling for you but this time the voice was very known to you. You looked back and saw Suguru standing. First you thought you were imaging because of the alcohol but his voice calling for you again made it clear that he was actually there.

"Suguru?"

"Yeah. Feeling shit, aren't you?"

"Listen Suguru, if you are here for another fight, please go away. I don't want..."

"Why would I come all way here to fight you?"

You stayed silent.

"Right..why are you here? Are you stalking me?"

He scoffed before replying.

"I was here with Satoru for a drink. I saw you when I came in but I guess you were too busy with that jerk to notice me", he chucked.

"Whatever. What do you want?"

"Are you okay? You are good at standing for yourself but the after shock drowns you every time. And this time it isn't an exception, I can tell"

"And how does that bother you?"

"Don't be so tough. You can tell"

He took a step closer to you as he looked down at you with soft expression. You looked at the ground and became quiet.

"I know you barely let go of your composure and hide most of your emotions. But you should talk it out when someone is reaching for help."

You sighed.

"That jerk...", you spoke.

"Why did you even choose such a shit in a first place. There are many other men"

"Shoko and Uta forced me sort of..."

Suguru sighed.

"Just because they forced...? You aren't that naive...are you?"

You remained quiet again.

"Tell me about the real reason..Y/n."

You looked up at him and quickly looked away. He put his hand under your jaw to make you look at him again.

"Hmm?"

"Why are you asking me so many things. You have a girlfriend right? Go spend time with her"

"Girlfriend?"

"Yes that pink head"

"Oh..you mean..Manami?"

"Whatever her name is.."

Suguru couldn't help but chuckle.

"She isn't my girlfriend. She never was. We just went out a couple of times but it didn't work out."

You looked at his eyes and sighed.

"...were you jealous..of Manami?", Suguru teased you.

"Who do you think you are that i'll be jealous of your date?", you spat out.

"..hmm..I guess I can tell why did you hurriedly chose a date.."

"What?"

"To feed your subconscious mind that I wasn't alone to date someone else....", Suguru smirked.

You hated it. You hated how he could read you like an open book. You feel embarrassed.

"Shut up"

"You wanted to make me jealous?"

Yes you did, but no way you would say that to him.

"...it worked."

What? What did he just say?

You looked back at him with slightly widened eyes.

"But you didn't need to choose such an asshole. I hated how he talked to you. How did he even dare?!"

You really didn't know how to react at that point. You were feeling so defeated yet the joy of a winner was washing all over your body. You never stopped loving this man. He was your obsession. You wanted him back but yoy couldn't. So you had to win. Anyhow.

"But don't worry, Satoru took care of him. Partially. I'll take care of the rest, wanna join me?"

He said as he hold your hand. You were far too captivated by him to say no. So you nodded to say yes.

"Great", Suguru smiled and guided you back to the rooms behind the bar.

He called Satoru and he opened a door of a certain room and grinned at Suguru and then you. Suguru smirked back and entered the room with you.

It was a somewhat nice and clean room. But your eyes widened when you found your 'date' in the middle of the room, tied to a chair with half closed eyes and a tape on his mouth.

"Hmm~", Suguru hummed in amusement.

"Just as you hinted", remark came from Satoru.

Suguru nodded in response. Satoru looked at you and then Suguru before saying "Enjoy~" and winked. Then he left the room.

You were silent and confused.

"What is this?"

"Doesn't that jerk look great like this?"

Naoya struggled to freed himself as his eyes met yours and Suguru's.

"What are you gonna do?"

"Show him what he did. Show him how he degraded a piece of art which should have been appreciated. Gonna show him what he missed."

Suguru looked at you with the soft smile.

"Care to help me?"

"Huh?"

"Let me show you off to him"

"Suguru.."

"Please.."

You again fell silent. Your thoughts were going wild. This was what you waited for. Getting closer to your ex husband once again was what you craved almost every night. You wanted his touch on your skin once again. You wanted to feel good by him and your fingers were far away from giving you what you wanted. You gulped.

"..allow me?", he said as he cupped your cheeks with his hands.

You nodded finally which made Suguru smile and he connected his lips to yours. You felt heaven. The lips, that made you crazy, that made you go insane with needs and passion was finally connected to yours, again. You closed your eyes and kissed him back as you hands rested on his chest. He didn't want to let go of your lips untill you two felt the need of air again.

He looked down at your flushed face and smiled.

"So pretty", he mumbled "just as I remember"

You hugged him and placed kisses on your temple affectionately. His fox eyes looked over Naoya, who was struggling to free himself and grunted. Suguru smirked and let go of you. Then he picked you up and placed you on the bed carefully. His body hovered over yours. You looked so tempting and beautiful under him like that. How he wanted to just rip off your dress and fuck you rough and fast but he had to be slow and gentle. He didn't want to hurt you after so these years, also he wanted that man to notice each and every moment of your face as Suguru pleased you slowly.

He kissed your jaw tenderly as his hands roamed around your body, recalling each and every curves of yours. His kisses trailed down to your neck. His breath and lip was making you go insane. You wanted more- all of him.

Your hands played with his hair which was tied in half up do. He loved when you played with his hairs. You grunted and moved your head back to give him more space to kiss.

He licked and bit your soft skin while you softly moaned. His lips found his way down to your cleavage. He pressed a few kiss on there before looking up at you.

"Sweetheart, would you mind getting up a bit?"

You nodded and lifted your body a bit to give Suguru a better access to the zip of your dress. His hands reached for the zip and he again kissed you. He pulled down the zip and strated to drag your sleeves down along with the dress.

You gulped and clutched his hands. The presence of other person made you a bit concerned. Suguru understood your signs and soothed you down.

"Shh it's okay love, don't mind that jerk..focus on me"

You nodded and let him continue. His fingers came back on your dress and he pulled it down, exposing your lacy white bra.

Your heart was beating fast after so many days. Suguru stared at you with lust and adoration. You couldn't look at his eyes. Your cheeks were flushed and you squirm under his body.

"Patience baby. Let me enjoy the vision", Suguru teased. Then he pulled your dress down your legs and threw it to a side. You were left in your lacy bra and panty. The cold air touched your skin, making you gasp. Suguru looked at Neoya who was staring at your body. His eyes were now widened and he was getting hard. Suguru smirked and made you his focus again. He lowered and places kisses on your each breasts. You whimpered in response. Suguru's skillful hand slided at your back to unclip your bra. He pulled it with his hands and took it off. He put it to a side. His hands softly glided on your hardened nipples.

"So soft..", Suguru mumbled "the only thing that jerk was right about is this", he pointed at your breasts and cupped them from the under. You shivered at his touch. He started to massage them tenderly before giving your breasts a hard squeeze. Your back arched at his touch. Then he started to play with your hard nipples with his fingers. He tugged on them and pressed both of the nipples.

He slowly lowered his face near your nipples and licked the left one with his hot tongue before taking it in his mouth. He sucked on it slowly, making you moan his name. Your hand tugged on his hair in pleasure. His hand played with your other nipple. He sucked and licked it more. Then he let it go with a 'pop' sound and moved to the other one to give the same treatment.

Once he was done with both of your nipples, he fondled your breasts with his hands and started to kiss the middle area. His kisses trailed down to your belly. The stretch marks from your pregnency was still visible on your lower stomach. He stared at the marks which made you concious again and you squirmed. Your movement made Suguru look back at you.

"Don't struggle. Let me adore the signs which indicates how you carried my cute baby in your womb with so much care. These are beautiful, darling" , he started to kiss your marks.

His words made you both shy and needier. You whimpered and melted in his touch even further. Your arousal was forming and it was visible in your white panty.

"Your stretch marks are the signs of your motherhood baby. Your belly is the indication that you have lived your life. Jerks like him will never understand the beauty of these marks.", he glared over Naoya and kissed your marks again.

"Mhmm Suguru-"

"Hmm", he hummed in response and moved down further to settle between your legs. A wet patch was formed in your panty. Suguru's eyes couldn't leave it. He stared and licked his lower lips.

"My girl..so needy ...just f'me..?"

You nodded desperately. He smirked and tugged at the hem of your panty. He pulled it and dragged it down, exposing your glistening cunt.

"So wet ...so beautiful", Suguru remarked and parted your legs and kissed your inner thighs. Before he continued, he took your bra and panty and threw at at Naoya's way, which landed on his lad and shoulder. Naoya was painfully hard and his precum was ruining his pants. Suguru grinned.

"Like what you see? Jerk", Suguru asked Naoya, who only violently shake his body to make himself free. Suguru didn't give a fuck and looked back at you.

He put himself down at the level of your cunt and looked at your eyes from that level. It only made you wetter.

"Please..", you mumbled.

"Please what love?", he asked with a smile.

You whined, suddenly feeling shy to use your words.

"It's okay I understand", he kissed your inner thighs again before placing a soft kiss on your pelvis. Then he kissed your lower lips softly and you bucked your hips up. But he pins you down by your waist.

"No need to be so impatient love, I am here to give you everything you know", he spoke over your skin. He kissed your slit softly and give it a slight lick, tasting your sweet arousal on his tongue.

"Mhmm as delicious as ever~", he remarked with a smirk and your face flushed again. He gave it a few more licks before he kissed your clit. He started to lick it and swirled his tongue around it and started to suck on it softly. The sucking turned hard in no time as he sucked and played with your clit, making you moan his name again and again.

He was making out with your other lips as a knot started to from in your stomach. With every moment of his tongue, it was threating to burst out. Suguru pushed his tongue inside you, which made you eyes roll back in pleasure. It wasn't enough for him, so he started to play with your clit with his fingers.

He pulled back, only to replace his tongue with his fingers. His lip and jaw was glistening with your arousal. He curled his fingers inside you and added a second one. His pace was fastening when he added another finger. His fingers were long, far longer than yours. It reached to the right spots inside you, while yours barely did. He started to pump his fingers in and out of you, making you moan louder than before.

"Gonna cum baby? Cum then. Cum all over my fingers and my tongue"

You moaned and arched your back. His tongue again attacked your clit as he fingered you. Soon you screamed his name and came all over his fingers and tongue. He hummed and lapped up your juices greedily and got up from the position and looked down at your panting body which was coming down from it's high.

"You did a great job, love", he praised and kissed you. You tasted yourself on his tongue.

He got up and looked at Naoya. His pant was dump and he was sweating.

"Look baby, the jerk who degraded you, is now turned on by your alluring body and your sweet moans", Suguru smirked. You looked at Naoya and noticed his eyes traveling from your face to your rising breasts to your puffy soaked cunt. You didn't feel shy, instead a feeling of joy took over your body and you smiled.

"Let's give him another show to enjoy...hmm?"

You again nodded with a smile. Suguru hummed and took off his shirt, giving you a view of his toned and perfect abs, which you missed a lot. His visuals were always enough to make you feel needy and attracted towards him.

His hands worked on his belt and he took it off along with his boxer, exposing his hardened thick cock. You stared at it like you always did.

"Missed it?", Suguru smirked.

"A lot", you pathetically said. Suguru smiled and kissed you. Precum was already leaking from his tip. He pumped his cock a few times to coat it in his precum and then rubbed it against your soaking cunt, using your arousal as lube.

You moaned as his cock touched your cunt. You missed it, you missed it so much. Your heart felt so happy as you felt the intimate touch. Suguru also grunted as he felt your cunt touching his cock. He missed you too. He missed burying himself in your wet pussy so fucking much.

When his cock was fully covered in your juice and his precum, he positioned himself at your entrance. He kissed you deeply and slowly started to push himself inside you. Your moan became louder with every inch he put inside you. When he was finally inside you, he kissed you again and you two moaned in between the kiss. He gave you time to adjust to his size. When you were finally ready, he started to work his hips.

He was going slow, making you feel every bit of his movement. You arch your back and moaned his name.

"Mhmm Suguru more please..faster..", you begged. Suguru listened to you started to rock his hips faster. Soon he picked up a pace and thrusted into you harder. You chanted his name like a matra and he kissed your neck and his hands played with your nipples.

He took your legs and put it on his shoulder and this position made his cock reach deeper inside you. He hitted your g-spot with each thrust and you moaned along with it. You were getting close and cleaned around him. His cock twitched inside you. You could feel he was close as well. His voice hitched as he moaned in your ears.

"Fuck baby..you take me so well. So fucking well..keep cleaning around me..like that..gonna cum...gonna fill you up so good..mhmm", Suguru spoke.

"Mhmmm Sugu- fuck i'm close too~"

"Shit..you're clenching me so hard, my sweet little wife~", Suguru whispered in your ears. You were getting even closer on hearing him addressing you as 'my wife'. Suguru was quick to catch it and started to praise you by calling you his wife. Even after a few years of divorce, you still weren't out of his spell of magical love. You wanted him to claim you as his wife all the time and you wanted to claim is as your husband as well.

Suguru's motion was getting sloppy and random. He thrusted himself fast in you. You two moaned out each other's names and you came on his cock. Suguru followed you soon by filled you up with his cum.

Both of you panted heavily and suguru pulled himself out. He fell beside you, dragging your overstimulated body closer to his and kissed your neck softly. When he was a bit settled, he got up and walked to where Naoya was tied. He was all sweaty and pathetic. Suguru grinned at him.

"You wish it was you who fucked her instead of me..huh?"

Naoya nodded his head pathetically again, losing sense of what he was exactly meaning.

"Too bad, she is mine....still hard? Pathetic. See how the woman you called ugly has turned you on so good that you're acting like a dog ?", Suguru gave him an amused look.

"First I wanted to break your jaw for your nasty ugly comments towards her but then I thought, this might be far better torture for a shit like you"

Suguru pulled off the tape of Noaya's mouth and he started to pant heavily.

"You..you two..all of you suck!!"

"Still have nerve to speak? I'm surprised."

Suguru untied him quickly.

"Now get the fuck out of here and never show your ugly face to me or my wife!"

"Your..wife?"

"Ex-wife"

Naoya strated to smirk.

"Just for saying. Don't think much. I'm planing on making her my wife again", Suguru whispered in his ears. Your overstimulated brain was far too foggy to notice Suguru's word. Naoya cursed you guys under his breath and left the room as fast he could. Suguru chuckled, closed the door again and came back to you. He hugged you close and kissed you.

"I love you, my wife, my love"

"Mhmm", you mumbled softly and fell asleep, feeling extremely tired. Suguru thanked Satoru, Shoko and Utahime for forcing him and you to come to the same bar at the same day.

Finally he could see a chance to win you back, you get back with you and his lovely daughter. Just the weekends or day offs weren't enough, he wanted to see his child grow, to see his baby girl playing with her mother, his wife. He would for sure win you back.

After all, it was all worth it.

DAMNNN THAT WAS ..SOMETHING. This is the first time I wrote a whole ass smut. Maybe it sucked..or maybe it was actually nice..idk..i'm looking forward to improve all of it.

Thank you for reading <3 have a nice day♡

Reblogs and comments are much appreciated ♡

[scary-lasagna]

can you do any offender headcanons? :3

TW: Mentions of drinking the pain away, abandonment

Offender & Slender

These two just did not get along growing up.

Slender is the firstborn, and Offender the second, yet their personalities clash dangerously, even before Trender was born.

Offender is a spitfire, and Slender is a bit more calm and collected. And as a child, Slender was always trying to keep Offender out of trouble, which is something the child did not appreciate.

Smacking hands from cookie jars, dragging his younger by his feet away from an expensive vase, even wrestling toys out of his hand that he wanted to break.

And with Offenders growing teeth, it was no easy job.

And into the older years, Offender shaped up slightly, but still got into trouble time-to-time.

On one particular night, Slender had enough of everything, with Trender being just a tween and Splendor just learning how to walk.

All four were home alone, and Slender took charge of everything.

Offender, in his rebellious teenhood, sat complaining at the table about Mother.

Splendors father had just died, and she was never home. Offender let his thoughts brew too long, and they became stale with anger and bitterness toward his mother.

He couldn't hold it in.

And he certainly couldn't keep getting in trouble, because it wouldn't be long before he would be sent away to the detention center in the city.

"I don't understand how we are expected to be in charge of two kids! She gets to go out and drink, and have fun, and she doesn't even take our own lives into regard!"

"Offender, she is grieving. Different people cope diff-"

"You are in school! You are working toward your career, I am angry on your behalf-"

"Don't."

"C'mon! you don't actually believe that she's thinking of us right now-"

"I believe that she's doing what she knows is best-"

"BUT IT'S NOT BEST!"

Slender huffed, and leaned on the counter, pretending not to notice the soup licking at the lid of the pot.

"It's not best for us. Splendor can't even walk yet, and she's coming home stupid and drunk-"

"Shut up, Offender, damn you."

Offender refused to back down, and stood up, standing next to his older brother, ignoring how terribly hard he's trying to block out his words.

"She has a family to look after, and she's completely abandoned us-"

"Stop talking."

"-nothing but a coward, and she's running from her problems. She's running from us-"

The soup boiled over, dousing the flames of the stove. With a fresh pump of anger-induced adrenaline, a quick burst of energy shot through Slender's veins. In a quick right hook, Slender clocked him, as hard as he could, right in the side of the head. And for a moment, he thought he had killed his own blood.

And Offender had the worst splitting headache when he woke up to Slender holding an icepack to his swollen temple.

"We're not telling mom about this."

"Hell no."

[gabriels-wings-of-freedom]

Imma see a match I had on Bumble in person on Wednesday and.. 😖😖😖 I‘m so nervous like, I‘m a bit above average weight wise right now cause I recovered from my Eating disorder, and a few days ago my father pinched me in the stomach mocking my weight (which I had a panic attack over yay) and I‘m jusssst.. yknow? How would Cas, Crowley and Gabriel react to Reader being insecure about their weight before a date? Like they like Reader without realizing it’s romantic and see her struggle?

(totally fine if you don’t wanna do that tho, I also don’t mean to dump my troubles on you like that. Your writing just brings me a lot of comfort and I love your interpretations of the guys a lot)

There is no right for anyone to say any comments about a person's weight! I'm sorry you had to listen to that! Hope these make things better!💖

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Castiel, Crowley, and Gabriel React to a Reader Being Insecure About Their Weight Before a Date

Castiel

-The angel would be so confused. He doesn't understand why weight would matter when it comes to seeing another human. But with the time he has spent on Earth, he starts to understand that looks matter. But he's just confused as to why you yourself would worry.

-In his perspective, you were a kind, decent, and empathetic person. That makes you beautiful no matter what. Castiel struggles with understanding other people emotions, but he knows you well enough to see you struggle.

-He doesn't really know how to make you feel better. The angel just knows that he should.

-"I don't really understand why you feel this way...but I want you to know that you're beautiful no matter what anyone else says...even yourself." Castiel may struggle with human relationships, but he seems to know what to say most of the time. It's easier for him when he speaks the truth, which he was.

-You were nervous, you were insecure, but your friend was there to help you like always. Castiel was truly an angel perched on your shoulder, whispering to you the good words that you needed to hear about yourself, especially when a date was on the horizon.

-One thing Castiel will never understand though is why he himself felt so bitter when you left for that date, leaving him all alone. Almost like he wishes he was going with you, so he could tell you how beautiful you truly are.

Crowley

-The demon would be furious. Not at you, but at everyone around you. The other demons would especially face Crowley's wrath. Humans are so tasteless when it comes to what they do to one another. Sure, sex and torture are great, but insults about a person's image is low.

-Crowley has been insulted and beaten all his life, and now he's finally on top. He's not gonna let you feel down with a date coming up. You should be glowing! On top of the world! You are a queen he would tell you, and you should start acting like one. Come on, we all know how brutally honest he can be.

-He complains on how he still has feelings, and this was definitely his time to show for it, even if it was hard for the King of Hell.

-"C'mon love, I like you, and I don't like everyone...that must mean there's something very special about you." Crowley may keep details out, but he never lies, and that's the truth. Because he really doesn't like everybody. He prefers to spend time with you because he actually enjoys your company.

-You know looks shouldn't matter, but it's hard to look in the mirror and ignore the words that people have said to you, even yourself. That's why Crowley has gotten rid of (absolutely destroyed) every single mirror that you own. "I'm the only mirror that you need, darling."

-Crowley is never for prayer, but he actually hopes your date goes well, for your own happiness and sense of well-being. But on the other hand, he also kind of hopes that it's shitty enough that you will allow him to take you out on a date. He would make sure you got treated like the queen you are.

Gabriel

-Out of all of them, Gabriel is probably the most understanding because he's been on Earth the longest and relates to humans better even though he doesn't admit it. It makes him angry that you feel that way, that he needs to worry about seeing you smile again. But he's placed himself as your guardian angel for a reason.

-He has two things on his mind. One being covering you in hugs and giving you plenty of reasons why you don't need to worry about your weight. The other being going to obliterate the loving hell out of everyone who ever made you feel this way, even yourself. Yes, Gabriel is willing to use his angel magic on you even if he knows it's wrong.

-Gabriel is an archangel and is capable of much more than people think. However, it's hard for even him sometimes to relate.

-"Cupcake, you are perfect in every way! No tricks this time, I'm telling you the honest truth." Gabriel may be a trickster, but he's a real sweetheart when he wants to be. He'll deny it, but when he cares about someone, he's very sweet. He knows your nervous for a date, but he also knows you need a confidence booster.

-You know Gabriel is a good friend to you, making you smile and laugh during your down times. He'll hug you, tell you that you have nothing to worry about because he's always watching over you even when you don't know it.

-Seriously, he is. You were curious as to why your waiter at the restaurant looked a lot like Gabriel. He was always complimenting you and telling your date how lucky they were to have you, and if they mess up, he might just have to step in.

[if-mirrormine]

morning news, pt. 2

summary: alex's reaction to the mc's reappearance.

word count: 781

based on the ask (and request of many): please write the drabbles with kennedy and alex’s reactions to the news of mc returning there is interest!!!!! i am so interested!!!!!!

**unedited//giving this a quick read over, it's kinda bad but we move forward lmao**

walking through the hospital, alex easily weaves their way through the myriad of people that have found themselves there for some reason or other. they exchange smiles with nurses and occasional greetings with familiar patients, friendly nods with their fellow doctors just getting started on the next twelve hour shift but there's no stopping them on their way to the locker room.

finally they push through the door, pulling out their earphones as they approach their locker. it's generally quick work stripping out of their clothes and pulling on their scrubs but they prefer to take their time.

"there you are," a voice comes from behind them and they look over their shoulder as dr jesse robinson approaches them. they fight the smile that threatens to break on their face as they return their focus to tying the strings on their pants. "you missed a good breakfast this morning."

"trust me, i know," they reply, now grinning freely as they reach for their top. "i dream about your pancakes almost every night."

jesse bites his lip, leaning against the next locker with his hands in the pockets of his lab coat. "should've stayed then," he chuckles. "i could've driven you here too."

alex rolls their eyes playfully. "with the way you drive, jes? i don't think so." they're just about to pull on their coat when the other doctor suddenly straightens up, an unnaturally serious look on his face. "c'mon, i was just kidding; you're a great driver."

"it's not that," he says, waving their concerns off. "have you see the news today?"

"did you finally the lottery?" they joke, fixing their badge before glancing at the man. "because if you did, i feel the need to remind you that i chose three of those numbers for you."

"lex, i..." his head drops slightly, green eyes focused on a spot somewhere on their neck, before clearing his throat. "it's about mc."

at that, alex stops. moving, blinking, breathing. they're pretty sure their heart stops for a moment too before going into overdrive, slamming against their ribcage as if it plans to break free. they assume the worst immediately; that the mc is only in the news again because they're officially dead. gone, once again torn from their life with a new finality that leaves a bitter taste on their on tongue.

seeing their reaction, jesse is quick to reassure them. "they're alive, lex," he says, squeezing their shoulder affectionately. "from the sounds of it, in perfect health too. i just wanted to make sure that you knew and that you were okay."

on any other day, alex would've fallen into jesse's welcoming arms, letting themself be open to all the comfort he could provide. but today, with his touch lighting a fire in them that they're not sure they like the burn of, they turn away from him and let his hand fall when they move.

"why wouldn't i be?" they ask, needlessly rearranging the contents of their locker as they avoid his eyes.

jesse sighs, not quite understanding the turn their conversation has taken despite having brought it up himself. "i know how much you loved them... im sure no one would mind if you took the day off to go see them."

they're quick to shake their head despite the longing squeeze their heart gives. they want more than anything in this world to see them; they spent many nights dreaming of the exact moment. but they can't bring themself to actually do it. call them scared, call them a coward; they wouldn't deny it. not even if they wanted to.

"they wouldn't want to see me," they tell him, sending off a silent prayer that each word is a lie in itself. "i was so far removed from everything in their life already; they don't need the added stress."

out the corner of their eye, they see jesse's eyebrows shoot upward, aghast at the notion that they're in any way a problem. "you don't know that," he insists. "i think it'll be good for you, for them."

"i'll be fine," they say, cutting him off as they shut their locker. they turn to face him with a somewhat forced smile and sling their stethoscope around their neck. "we should get to work. those lives won't save themselves!"

without waiting for a response, alex steps around jesse and walks out of the room, stretching their smile to its limits as they get a start on rounds. their mind however goes back to mc, as it usually does on the slower days, no matter how hard they try to focus.

and in a weird, twisted way; they're more than okay with it.

[ruru0803]

Unknown Territory:Five x Fem Reader

Chapter 2: We only see each other at weddings and funerals part 2

Five is aged up here.

Characters talking...

Five

Klaus

Vanya

Allison

Diego

Luther

Ben

Pogo

Grace

You

Everyone else talking is white.

Everyone stares at Luther waiting for him to speak. He stands up ready to make his point.

"Um..I guess..."

"C'mon speak up, Luther."

Luther sends Five a glare.

"Before that, I figured we could have some sort of memorial service. You know in the courtyard at sun down."

Klaus flies over to the bar and pulls out his cigarette, smoking away from the group.

"A few words at dad's favorite spot."

"Dad had a favorite spot?"

Luther looked at her confused, how could she not know.

"You know the spot under the oak tree."

Everyone shrugged.

"We used to sit there all the time. None of you ever did that?"

Klaus flies back over, now having two drinks in his hand. He hands one to Five before drinking some of his own.

"Will there be any refreshments?"

Everyone turns towards him.

"Tea? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner."

Luther's brows furrowed at the question.

"What? No. And put that out. Dad didn't allow smoking in here."

Five, Diego and Klaus all rolled their eyes at the statement.

"Dad didn't allow a lot of things, Luther."

Luther rolls his eyes at Five.

"Listen up. Still some important things that we need to discuss, all right?"

"Yeah? Like what?"

"Like what?"

Five and Diego were tired of him talking in circles and wanted him to get to the point.

"Like the way he died."

Diego sighs and Klaus sits down.

"Here we go..."

"I don't understand. I thought they said it was a heart attack."

Luther nods at Vanya.

"Yeah, according to the coroner."

"Wouldn't they know?"

"Theoretically."

Vanya was confused at what he was saying but Diego knew exactly what he was saying.

"Theoretically?"

Allison gives Luther a concern look.

"I'm just saying at the very least, Something happened."

"Something, like someone killed him."

"Exactly, He told me I should be careful who to trust."

Diego shakes his head and stands up.

"Luther, he was a paranoid, bitter old man who was starting to lose what was left of his marbles."

Luther shook his head in disbelief.

"No. He must have known something was going to happen."

He looks directly at Klaus with a pleading look in his eye.

"Look, I know you don't like to do it but I need you to talk to dad."

Klaus scoffs and Allison does the same. Klaus shakes his head he was way too high for this.

"I can't just call Dad in the afterlife and be like, 'Dad, could you just...stop playing tennis with Hitler for a moment and take a quick call.'"

Luther looks at him annoyed.

"Since when? That's your thing."

"I'm not in the right...frame of mind."

"You're high?"

"Yes, Yeah!"

Luther points to the ceiling.

"You were just flying."

Klaus lifts up his feet moving his toes around, Vanya moves his foot from in front of her face.

"My flight and my seance powers are two different things. I take my shoes off I fly. I get high, the ghosts go bye, bye."

Luther glares at him as he takes another drag from his cigarette.

"Well sober up. This is important."

"It's nonsense, that's what it is. There are more important things. Like the end of the world."

Luther quickly turns on Five.

"How could you say that? Our dad is dead."

Five shrugs.

"And the world is better off for it."

"I'm with Five on this one."

Luther shrugs him off.

"Then there's the issue with the missing monocle."

"Who gives a shit about a stupid monocle?"

Everyone just stares at Luther as he acts like he made a good point, he starts ranting about how it was someone who held a grudge against Reginald.

"Where are you going with this?"

"Isn't it obvious, Klaus?"

Five glares at Luther and Diego followed along finishing the rest of Five's statement.

"He thinks one of us killed Dad."

The room went silent. Five and Diego continued to glare at Luther, Allison looked offended, Klaus was in disbelief and Vanya was confused.

"You do?"

"How could you say that?"

Diego just shakes his head at him.

"Good job, Luther. Way to lead."

Diego walks away from him. Five gets up as well, flipping him off.

"Our oh so great leader everyone. Screw this."

Klaus gets upset and stands up ready to leave as well when Luther tries to make up an excuse for what Diego said.

"You're crazy, man. You're crazy."

"I'm not finished."

Allison and Vanya also stand up ready to leave the room.

"Sorry, I'm just gonna go murder Mom. Be right back."

"That's not what I was saying."

After everyone left Luther was left alone to process what just happened.

-

17 years ago....

A crowd of people hover outside of a bank. An alarm goes off from inside, the SWAT team pulling up at every corner of the place.

Different news channels showed up to get a peek on the action from inside the building. From a building far away Reginald watched along with his adopted child Vanya.

"This is Jim Hellerman, reporting live for Channel 2 News."

"This is Rebecca Coleman, giving you the inside scoop on a recent robbery..."

"John Hughes from Channel 8, three hours ago a group of armed men entered the Capital West bank at main and sixth."

Inside the building a man walked around yelling at his walkie talkie. One of his other partners was struggling to get people to stay behind the desk, he had to wrestle with some of them.

The man on the walkie doesn't notice the younger uniformed girl skipping up behind him until it's too late.

"Hey, get back with the others."

The girl smiles at him leaning in as if to tell him something.

"I heard a rumor."

The man squints his eyes at her.

"What? What did you say?"

He leaned in more towards the girl which made her smile grow wider.

"I heard a rumor that you shot your friend in the foot."

The man stared off into space before his eyes turned pure white. He turned his gun towards another man wearing a suit that had a similar mask as him.

His partner panicked as he watched him trying to convince him not to shoot but it was too late. The man screamed out in agony causing everyone around him to panic including the people outside of the building.

During the commotion, Luther scrambles across the roof of the building before breaking through it, he slams one of the men against the table before throwing him out of the window. The police looked confused and pointed their guns to the window.

Diego ran from wherever he was hiding before throwing two knives into the shoulder of another goon.

"Guns are for sissies, Real men throw knives."

The man that was near Allison climbs up on the desk, his gun now pointed directly towards the children and he kept backing up trying to put a lot of space between him and them.

"Stay away freaks."

Diego pouts at him playfully.

"Hey, be careful up there, buddy."

"Get back now!"

Allison grins at him.

"Wouldn't want you to get hurt."

"Or what?"

The man turns towards the sound of another voice to find Five smiling up at him cockily. He pulls the trigger shooting at the boy but he disappears. He hears a whoosh sound behind him turning to find the same boy but this time he was glaring at him.

He goes to shoot him again but this time his gun was replaced by a stapler however that didn't stop him from pressing on it multiple times in desperation. Five grins at the man, amused.

"That's one badass stapler."

Five grabbed the man's hand that was holding the stapler and used it to knock him out. He hops down joining the rest of his siblings. They all faced the door where they were told more people were. The crowd looked at them in shock, tape still around their hands and mouths.

"Do we have to do this?"

Klaus and Five pat their brother's back before Luther pushes his towards the door giving him a stern look.

"Come on, Ben. There's more guys in the vault."

Ben sighs before walking inside.

"I didn't sign up for this."

The hostages all run out of the building scared for their lives leaving the kids to watch as blood splattered onto the door and windows. Moments later their brother comes out shivering and covered in blood.

"Can we go home now?"

The kids walk outside the building, watching as the police start to put their guns away and the cameras start to focus on them. Diego, Luther, and Allison smiled proudly at the cameras while Klaus and Five do too, Ben stares at his feet shyly.

"Why can't I go play with the others?"

Vanya looks at her dad with questioning eyes. He only looks at her annoyed which causes her to look away from him.

"We've been through this before, Number 7. I'm afraid there's just nothing special about you."

Vanya looks down at her siblings sadly, watching them wave at the people in front of them. She didn't notice A woman watching her back. Reginald leaves Vanya up on the roof by herself making his way over to the others.

"Our world is changing. Has changed. There are some among us gifted with abilities far beyond the ordinary. I have adopted six such children. I give you the inaugural class of the Umbrella Academy."

The children all grin at each other and the audience. The woman moved her attention from Vanya towards the children in front of her. The people around her got rowdy, all trying to be heard.

"Mister Hargreeves! Mister Hargreeves. Channel 9 News. What happened to their parents?"

"They were suitably compensated."

"Are you concerned about the welfare of the children?"

The kids all look towards their father, wanting to hear his answer.

"Of course, as I am for the fate of the world."

-

The woman looks around making sure no one was following her before stepping into the water. She walks deeper and deeper before completely emerging herself into the water.

Her legs started to fuse together before turning into a beautiful coral blue. She dove deeper into the water, gliding against different types of fish until she reached a golden castle.

She swam towards her room before lying on a mattress someone brought that she took from a shipwreck.

She sighed trying to make herself comfortable and closed her eyes. She opened them again when she felt the presence of another beside her.

"How was your trip to the human world, my love?"

The woman stared into the eyes of her husband.

"It was fine. Though I saw the weirdest thing today."

The merman looked at her with interest which she chuckled about.

"Apparently the humans have gotten themselves a group of supernaturals."

"Really?"

The mermaid sighs, looking towards the ceiling.

"Unfortunately, they're under Hargreeves care."

Her husband's eyes widened at the statement she made. While the two are not anywhere near close to being friends with Hargreeves, they have worked with the man before.

"I hate to think of the paths those children would go down under his care."

She looked back at her husband with a deep frown on her face.

"There was another kid that he had left on the roof, almost like he didn't want her around the others."

She laid her hands down on her stomach and started to rub it softly.

"Promise me, that if we have a second child. We won't make one feel better than the other."

-

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You look around the room, staring blankly at the walls. You were bored out of your mind. You knew this was your punishment for trying to leave without completing your mission and you knew it could be much worse with the way they handle things here, you were surprised you got off this easy.

Though the cuffs around your hands were starting to make your wrist hurt. No one has been in since the handler earlier that day and the quiet was starting to get to you. They knew the best way to break you was to isolate you from the people you loved, it was something Five picked up on when he met you and something the Temps picked up on when they would lock you up for days to see how long you'd last. It was like a game to them however they did stop after Five threatened to kill them after finding out about it.

You sighed to yourself until you heard Five calling for you from inside your head. It scared you a bit and you were going to visit him until you heard the sound of footsteps from further down the hall. It was one of the different mermaid powers you unlocked. When you were younger, you always wondered how your mom could talk to the whales back at home, she said it was a gift that mermaids got when they were older, she explained how they communicated with sound and part of you didn't understand until one day when you were on a kill mission with Five and suddenly everything was louder than normal.

You heard the sound of footsteps getting louder and louder as the person got closer. The door to the room opened to reveal Herb with a tray of food in his hand.

"Oh, the Handler decide she's too good to see me now? I'm hurt."

You send him a playful smile to show you were kidding, you always like Herb. He was a nice guy, always kind to everyone and helpful. You did wonder how a guy like him could end up working for the Temps.

Herb smiles back at you placing the tray at your feet.

"Too bad, you get me instead."

Your smile grew until you looked at the tray below you which caused him to get worried.

"What's wrong? Do you not like it? I picked it myself."

"It's not that."

You gesture to your cuffed hands.

"I can't very much eat with my hands immobile."

Herb sighs before playing with his hands.

"I'd love to let you down but the Handler said if I did, she'd doc my pay again."

Herb then taps his chin.

"But she's sending some guards in later, like two or three of them."

He looked into your eyes and you instantly knew what he was hinting at. You wouldn't get him in trouble if there were other people down here instead. You smirk at the thought.

"Could you at least feed me then?"

Herb nodded his head with a smile reaching down to grab the food.

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Klaus stood at the bar staring down at the framed photo and ashes of his adopted father with a pout on his face.

"Listen up old man. You know, if I was murdered, and one of my sons--"

He stops himself.

"Adopted sons-- happen to be able to commune with the dead, I might think about, I don't know, I don't know... manifesting!!"

He was laughing about it but the better part of him was annoyed with the thought of having to manifest the man that tortured him most of his life. He wasn't too keen on having him around him but if it'll get Luther off his back, why not.

Klaus starts to move his hands around upset with the fact that he couldn't conjure him. He stares down at the photo, anger and frustration growing more and more.

He sighs and tries to patiently wait for something-- anything to happen but nothing does.

He tries to clear his mind, still nothing and that made him more upset.

"You always were a stubborn bastard!"

He points an accusatory finger at the picture in front of him.

"I don't know about you, but I need a drink."

Klaus goes to grab some alcohol but ends up knocking over his father's ashes instead.

In the other rooms in the house everyone just sits in silence waiting for the funeral to start. The family never felt more like strangers than they did in that very moment.

-

The family now stood outside in the pouring rain holding umbrellas in their hands. Five gave Ben's statue a somber look. He had wondered if he had been there would Ben had still suffered the same fate.

Grace looked at her children with a confused smile on her face.

"Did something happen?"

They all looked at her concerned.

"Dad died. Remember?"

"Oh, yes. Of course."

Most robots wouldn't feel anything but Grace felt an odd sense of embarrassment, sadness, and a small sense of relief.

"Is mom okay?"

Allison looked at Diego.

"Yeah, yeah, she's fine."

He turned to look at Grace, his gaze softening.

"She just needs to rest. You know, recharge."

Pogo walks up finally meeting up with the others before asking Luther to proceed. Luther walks up opening the top of the container which held the ashes of his father, he pours it on the ground but not much comes out. Klaus cringes knowing he was the reason it happened.

"Probably would have been better with some wind."

"Does anyone wish to speak?"

No one steps up, they all look at the other instead. Considering no one had any good memories of him. Grace stepped up facing her children.

"He wasn't the best father.. and an even worse husband.."

Diego nodded along with his mother's words.

"But if he was guilty of anything-- it was caring for the world so much that he sacrificed his personal relationships.."

Diego frowned deeply at her statement.

"Unfortunately, he never asked us how we felt about that. But that doesn't make his death in vain. we must--"

"Stop. Stop."

Diego walks up to Grace, touching her shoulder.

"Mom, You don't have to defend him. He's gone now."

"Diego."

"He was a monster."

Klaus laughs.

"He was a bad person and a worse father. The world's better off without him."

Luther glares at him and Allison tries to get him to be quiet again.

"Diego!"

"My name is Number two."

He looks at her which makes her look away from him.

"You know why? Because our father couldn't be bothered to give us names."

He gestures to Grace.

"He had mom do it."

Grace tries to discuss the situation.

"Would anyone like something to eat?"

"No, it's okay mom."

"Oh, Okay."

Everyone looks down, contemplating Diego's words. Klaus and Vanya were in agreement, Five was indifferent, Allison was sad, and Luther felt torn.

"Look, you wanna pay your respects?"

Diego turns to look at each and every one of his siblings.

"Go ahead. But at least be honest about the kind of man he was..."

"You should stop talking now."

Diego turns to Luther annoyed.

"You know, you of all people should be on my side here, Number One."

"I'm warning you."

Klaus bites at his nails feeling stressed and Five just looks away from the scene already expecting a fight to break out before making eye contact with Klaus.

"He had to ship you a million miles away."

"Diego, stop talking."

Luther got upset. He didn't want to believe Diego's words.

"That's how much he couldn't stand the sight of you!"

Diego stabs his finger into Luther's chest which makes him retaliate by pushing it off and swinging a punch however he misses as Diego dives under his arm. He swings another but ends up missing again. Allison watches with a disappointed look in her eyes, Vanya pulls Grace back not wanting her to get hurt, Pogo tries to stop them, and Klaus puts a protective arm in front of Five which earns him a glare and a smack on his arm.

The two continue to go at it getting closer and closer to Ben's statue. Vanya begs for the boys to stop as Klaus eggs it on. Diego uses technique on Luther which throws him off guard as he felt he was stronger. Luther tries hard to use his physical strength against him but Diego kept slipping away.

"I don't have time for this."

Five shakes his head before heading inside.

Diego stand in front of Ben's statue, taunting Luther and as Luther throws a punch, Diego moves out of the way causing him to punch Ben's statue, breaking it.

The rest of the remaining siblings stare at the statue upset about what they did. Allison rolls her eyes at the two before following Five's lead and heading inside. Diego pulls out a knife throwing it towards Luther and slicing his arm much to the dismay of Vanya.

Luther walks inside the house taking this as a personal loss. Vanya walks up to Diego disappointed.

"You never know when to stop, do you?"

"You got enough material for your sequel yet?"

The two stare down each other before Vanya walks away.

"He was my father too."

Diego walks over to Grace before leading her inside with the others. Klaus watches everything with a cigarette in his mouth, stressed about the whole situation. After everyone leaves he walks up the pile of ashes on the ground.

"I bet you're loving this. Hmm? The team at its best. It's just like old times."

He takes another drag before placing his cigarette on the ashes.

"Best funeral ever."

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You looked up when you heard footsteps coming in your direction again. The door opened to reveal to people both in the Temps uniform without their masks. One was a woman she was a few years younger than you, she had light blue eyes and blonde hair dyed orange at the bottom to match the suit she wore, she did not look happy to be there, on the other hand the man beside her had the opposite reaction especially when seeing your face. He was the spitting image of the girl except his hair was dyed brown.

"Arin, Johnny, long time no see."

You smile at the two getting a big one in return from Johnny.

"Hey Y/n, Looks like you've gotten yourself into trouble since lunch yesterday."

You shrug as he laughed though Arin didn't find it very funny.

"How's it hanging?"

"Not great. Can you believe how boring it is?"

"Ugh, I bet. I once was on stakeout by myself, worst five hours of my life..."

You nod along knowing the feeling.

"Speaking of Five, how's he doing?"

You shrug again.

"Who knows."

"It must suck to be away from him."

You sigh, leaning your head back against the wall.

"You have no idea."

"Hey, Hey, Hey!!"

Arin claps her hands together getting both of your attention.

"Stop this."

"Stop what?"

"This."

Johnny rolls his eyes at his sister before gesturing to you.

"She's our friend. I'm just having a conversation."

"She's a prisoner. We don't Kiki with prisoners."

Your smile instantly drops.

"Really, Arin."

"Shut up. You and Five did this to yourselves. I mean really trying to leave the commission are you serious?"

You scoff sending the girl a glare.

"Arin."

"You're lucky that this is the punishment they gave you. Honestly could you and Five had been any stupider."

Johnny tries to calm her down but she just turns and jabs a finger into his chest.

"Johnny, our jobs are on the line here. We don't have time to play 'friendly', You get me?"

She leaves the room for a bit, Johnny whispers a small apology before she comes back throwing a plate to the bottom of your feet causing some of the food on it to fly off the plate. She sends a fake smile before pulling her brother out of the room with a slam of the door.

You ball hands into fist.

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Five sat on the stairs, leaning his head against his hand. He had been trying to get you to come but you hadn't shown up since earlier. He watched as each one of his siblings passed, each one more upset than the last. It was a pretty shitty funeral.

He sat there to himself for a few more minutes until Vanya came down throwing on her jacket and heading to the door.

"Where are you going?"

Vanya stopped with her hand grazing the door knob, she was still getting used to finally being around again. She hesitates before turning to face him with a shrug.

"I'm headed to a meeting. I'm already late so I'm hoping to catch up with them before it's too late."

Five just nods his head and the two just stare at each other in silence. Vanya figured he wouldn't say anything else turns towards the door again but Pogo came and stopped her again.

"Don't waste your time. Diego's right, I shouldn't have come."

"This is your home and always will be."

Pogo walks up to Vanya.

"Should I get you a taxi?"

"I already called one. But thanks."

Five smiles at the interaction between the two. Pogo has always been more of a father figure to them than Reginald was, Hargreeves was more of a teacher.

"I hope you know that your father loved you very much. In his own way."

"Yeah well that's kind of the problem. isn't it?"

Five chuckles in agreement, raising a hand slightly as a goodbye. Five watches Pogo walk up to the door to check on Vanya before he gets up and walks to the kitchen in search of caffeine. Unfortunately for him there was none. Klaus somehow found his way into the kitchen getting not much attention from Five. Allison later joins them.

"Where's Vanya?"

"She's gone."

Klaus holds on to a guitar, kicking his feet up.

"That's unfortunate. An entire square block. Forty-two bedrooms, 19 bathrooms, but no, not a single drop of coffee."

Five was annoyed to say the least, he hadn't heard from you since you talked earlier and now the sky was darkening. He was worried something might've happened to you and he had no way of knowing, no way to get to you. Now there wasn't any coffee to help him calm his nerves.

He couldn't talk to his siblings about it, no way would they understand. They don't even have their lives together. Not to mention the world was about to end.

"I'm taking the car."

Five moved to walk out of the kitchen. He wanted, no he needed coffee. Something to make him feel like he had some semblance of his life together.

"Where are you going?"

Five looked at Klaus like he just asked him the dumbest question in man kind.

"To get a decent cup of coffee."

Allison looked at him skeptically.

"Do you even know how to drive?"

She thought her question was valid, if the world was going to end, according to Five, there would technically be no need for them.

Five however just glared at the girl.

"I know how to do everything."

Five teleports away from them and into the car. He realizes he doesn't have the key and hops into the house for a second before jumping back, starting the car and pulling off.

He pulled into a stop in front of a place called Griddy's, somewhere he, Ben, Klaus, Allison and Vanya would sneak off to when everyone else was asleep.

He walked into the building not seeing anyone there so he approached the counter before pressing the bell. Another man walks in sitting next to him. The waitress comes from the back apologizing to the two men before taking their orders.

Five talked to the man for a bit, they talked about early memories before the waitress came back with their orders. The man offered to pay for Five much to his relief because he forgot to grab any money on his search for his caffeine. The man had given Five an address that he asked after awhile before leaving the building.

Five was now left alone again as the Waitress went back to where she came from. He was now deep in thought, worried about your safety. He knew how the Handler could be and for some reason she didn't particularly like you. Most would say that she was jealous of you; you were likeable and kind hearted, She however was not. But Five knew better, the Handler had some type of infatuation for Five and that didn't go unnoticed by him and because of that his relationship with you, platonic or not; angered her greatly.

After a while a group of agents walked into the building. Five recognized the orange, yellow and black costumes from anywhere. They found him.

"That was fast. I thought I'd have more time before they found me."

All of them instantly pulled their guns to his head but he didn't show any fear.

"On your feet, come with us. They wanna talk."

"I've got nothing to say."

"You think I wanna shoot someone today? Go home with that on my conscience?"

Five smirks while picking up the knife beside his cup. This was a new agent, Five had seen him around the commission. He was good at his job, Five was better.

"I wouldn't worry about that. You won't be going home."

Five quickly teleports behind the man, stabbing him in his neck causing him to shoot his gun in shock before falling to the ground dead.

The other agents try to look for him as the lights start to blink from getting hit with the bullet. Five watches them look around in confusion from under the table before he teleports onto another one laying down.

"Hey, assholes!"

All of them quickly turned to the voice pulling their triggers but it was too late, he had already gone. All they succeeded in doing was shooting the lights out in the signs that were around the building.

Five smirks at them from outside of the building. You would have chastised him about making this longer than it had to be, you didn't like killing people. Sure you could have had any other job in the commission but the thought of Five being out there risking his life scared you, so you stuck it out. Though you'd rather do a fast and easy kill than drag it out. Five on the other hand could care less about torturing these agents, they took you away from him. They had to pay.

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You tap your fingers against the medal around your hands. Your eyes shift to the door in anticipation. You start to hum the tune of come little children as soon as the door opens. Arin locks eyes with you as you continue your song, her eyes start to turn silver, you smirk as she walked closer to you while pulling out her keys.

You smile as you land on your feet, softly rubbing the bruise that formed around your wrist. You were happy that Herb and Johnny weren't the ones down here at the moment otherwise you'd feel bad.

"Thanks Arin, You're a doll."

She smiles as you softly pat her shoulders and You send her a guilty smile.

"I'm so sorry about this, buddy."

You punch the girl super hard, knocking her out as soon as her head hits the ground.

"No hard feelings..."

You smiled down at the body before slipping out of the door and heading towards the direction of the suitcases.

Though as soon as you turn the corner you bump into Johnny causing him to fall on his ass. He looks up at you in shock before sending you a big smile.

"No way, Arin changed her mind and let you out?"

You grimaced at him.

"Not exactly..."

His eyebrow raised in question. You were weary about how he'd react, the twins were super protective of each other, hurting one was like hurting the other and neither would let it go.

"What do you mean?"

You couldn't really hide the fact that you knocked his sister out because he would find her body if he walked into the room.

"I knocked her out."

"What?!"

You started stumbling trying to think of something to say so that he wouldn't be upset but there was nothing you could say.

"I'm sorry but I can't stay here any longer."

Johnny stands up from the ground dusting himself off while sending you a glare.

"I have to get to Five and help him save the world and unfortunately Arin was in the way of that. I will fight anyone I have to, If it means I can help him."

Johnny's face softened and he shakes his head with a small chuckle.

"You really care about that man, don't you?"

You nod at him.

"Fine. I'll help get you out of here."

"Really?!"

He smiles at you and you quickly pull him into a hug.

"Thank you!!"

The two of you break away from each other and make your way down the hall looking for the suitcase room in the dark corridor. Once you make your way there you find two different guards outside the room with three inside.

"Ugh. I thought they'd be patrolling around right now."

"Don't tell me you're not up for a challenge, Johnny."

Johnny sighs.

"Not tonight."

You smile at him.

"I got a plan."

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Johnny walks up to the two agents that were guarding the door with a smile on his face.

"Hey, Guys."

"Hey."

"Hi, Johnny."

Johnny's smile falters.

"The Handler is asking for everyone to meet up in the training room."

The two looked at each other in confusion before turning to Johnny.

"Apparently Y/n has escaped so The Handler needs all hands on deck."

"What about the suitcases?"

Johnny looks at them sternly.

"She says this is more important."

"Right. Lets go."

"Yeah."

"Go on ahead you two, I'll let the others know."

The two nod before heading in a different direction once Johnny is sure they are completely gone, he sends you a thumbs up before walking in the room.

The other three agents turn towards him with their guns pointed but instantly point them down when they see it's just him.

"Oh, John. Sorry, We thought you might be someone else."

"Like who?"

One of the agents shrug.

"I don't know, Y/n is a sneaky little minx. We thought maybe she escaped or something."

Johnny starts to chuckle nervously.

"No way. I was in the room they're keeping her in earlier, she's bound tight. No way she's getting out of there."

"Right, obviously they wouldn't let that sneaky little siren just roam in a cell somewhere."

One of the other guards butt in.

"You guys hear something?"

Johnny and the agent look at him.

"No."

"No."

"Weird, I hear someone humming."

Johnny knew what he was talking about, You were using your song on the agent. Johnny was currently wearing his headphones, something he received after The Temps found out you had the power to control people with your voice, of course not every agent received a pair, only the ones that worked with you which is why he and the other two agents couldn't hear you at the moment.

The other agent however had his eyes change into a silver color which quickly alarmed the other two however it was two late as he quickly shot one of his teammates in the leg. The agent on the ground screamed in pain of the shot before firing one of their own.

Johnny quickly backed out of the room before you slipped in and knocked the agent whom he was talking to into the wall, knocking him out as the agent you sirened shot the other in the head.

You let out a shaky breath, watching the blood drip from the agent's head causing you to close your eyes before turning to the sirened agent.

"Alright get out of here."

The agent nodded before leaving the room and heading in the direction of the two.

You quickly grab a suitcase before turning to Johnny; who had come back into the room. You pull him into a tight hug and your eyes filled with worry.

"Be careful out there. The world is a dangerous place as you know."

"I'll miss you."

"And I will miss you."

Tears started to fill your eyes and you were starting to regret letting Johnny help you.

"It'll be okay."

You pull away from him, looking deep into his eyes as he sends you a smile.

"It'll be okay. Now go."

You nod before holding onto the suitcase and disappearing in a flash of a light.

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"You've got to be kidding me."

Arin frowns looking down at the floor finding herself unable to make eye contact with the handler.

"You had one job. Not to let her escape and what did you do?"

"We let her escape."

"You let her escape."

Arin backs away as the Handler advances towards.

"Actually. It was my fault."

Arin's eyebrows pinched in confusion as she turned to find her brother at the door.

"I let her out."

Arin shakes her head at him, her eyes were telling him to shut up though he didn't listen.

"I don't know why I did it, It was just hard watching my friend being held captive."

"Johnny, stop."

"Arin, had nothing to do with it."

The handler walked up to him with a glare on her face.

"How do you explain the fact that we found her knocked out on the ground."

Johnny makes eye contact with his sister. He had hoped this would get his sister out of trouble.

"I knocked her out, she was adamant about keeping Y/n locked up so, I helped her escape."

"You weren't in the camera footage."

"I snuck in and deleted it in hopes that I wouldn't get caught."

The Handler looks him up and down. Her eyes showed suspension.

"And yet you're giving yourself up now. Why is that?"

Johnny looks down at the ground as the handler continues to stare intensely at him.

"I can't let my sister take the fall for what I did."

The handler turns her attention towards Arin motioning to Johnny.

"Is this true?"

Johnny nods at his sister wanting her to let him take the fall. Arin looks down again, her jaw tightening.

"Yes."

"Arin, leave the room."

Arin hesitates but heads towards the door when her brother smiles at her, she grabs his hand on the way out and he gives it a squeeze before she walks out the door, closing it behind her.

Tears started to stream down her face at the sound of a gun shot ringing through the halls.

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[neruro]

even if i dont know anything...

✧˚ · . perhaps you wanted to see him in a different way. someone other than someone you couldn't be.

– character/s: tighnari x reader

– notes: angst w/ comfort, childhood friends trope, mild spoilers for the genshin manga / collei's backstory

First: The time you had enough courage to finally try and enroll into the Akademiya.

You had always wanted to explore Sumeru's forests, meet exotic animals, and meet similar-minded pupils and teach them all about what you learned on your adventures. You even made sure to write down everything your remembered about the 'aranaras' that children chirped on about. Archons, you worked ever since you were a child to get accepted into the Akademiya.

Though once you finally got the letter, you stared at it, hesitating for a good five minutes before slowly and carefully tearing it open.

'Thank you for considering enrolling. Unfortunately, we regret to inform you...'

That was all you needed to read before you showed the letter to your dear childhood friend, who insisted – annoyingly, you would add – on accompanying you as you read it.

"Eh... C'mon, just because you weren't accepted into the Akademiya doesn't mean you can't pursue your dream." Your fox friend said as he squinted at the fancy letter. "Maybe you'll become an expert researcher and they'll be on their knees to have you back."

You turned to him, eyes glancing at his sympathetic ones before turning back to the paper, giving it a hard glare, and crumpling it up, giving it a careless toss to somewhere in your room.

"At least you got accepted, 'Nari." You poked his shoulder, keeping your tone as light as possible. "Bring me some books from the library when you start studying, alright?"

Tighnari frowned at your response. "You're still upset."

"Maybe a little," You responded, though you were quick to change the subject. "But! My favorite fox is going to the Akademia to study. He'll have all the knowledge of those insane scholars at his disposal. I can ask him to teach me and it'll be easier than writing all those essays."

"So I'm your personal professor now?" He sighed with a gentle flick of your forehead. "Dummy. If you don't understand what I teach you, that's your own fault."

'Perhaps that's why I was never accepted.' You think to yourself, concealing your bitterness as Tighnari started lecturing you about using him as your personal tutor. 'I won't understand anything like you do.'

You admired him. You appreciated him. And, of course, you were happy when you saw the joy on his expression when he read his acceptance letter. But some days... You had to admit it was hard to look at him when all you saw was someone who was everything you longed and worked to be.

Second: A Dendro Vision.

In this world, getting a vision was a blessing from the gods. It practically guaranteed more opportunities, more connections, the power to capture your dreams in your hands and fulfill them to your liking. You knew the world was unfair, but you hoped you would be blessed by the gods like some others in Sumeru City that your family had always pointed out with stars in their eyes and admiration in their voices. You hoped you could've been able to be the subject of their admiration with the fox hybrid down the street who joined you on observing plants.

When Tighnari met you in a cafe after a couple months at the Akademiya, your eyes instinctively looked at his glowing Dendro Vision pinned to his chest before anything.

'Of course...' A small, tiny, insignificant part of your mind thought. 'What did I expect? Of course he would make more progress that I could've ever hoped...'

"It's been a while, Tighnari." The more sensible side of yourself forced out. "I expect you to tell me everything, alright? Don't leave any details out!"

He laughed, with that smile that couldn't help but disintegrate all your envy, all your worries, all the reasons why it hurt to see him despite him being in your life since practically birth. You weren't ashamed to admit you really, really liked him. His furry ears he allowed you to pet, his gentleness that showed itself whenever you needed it, his intelligence that he wasn't afraid to use to help others, his words of reassurance whenever you expressed how annoying little things were.

It was funny, you couldn't help but think. Even after all the times he comforted you, you were still feeling the same way.

Was it selfish of you to feel like his words weren't what you wanted to hear?

But if that was the case...

What did you want to hear?

Third: When he came to your house.

It was the middle of the week and in the middle of the day. Knowing Tighnari, it was the most random timing he could've ever chose to meet you. With a new set of clothing and a faint forest-scent, he helped you prepare supper.

"I joined the Forest Watchers," he announced. "When I got there at first... Honestly, they were a bunch of rookies who need a couple books on Botany. Can't even tell a poisonous mushroom from an edible one..."

"Talking trash about your co-workers isn't something I'd expect from the Tighnari, the master botanist." You joked, earning another gentle flick to your forehead.

"I'm not talking trash. Besides, after I taught them a few lessons, they picked up on things right away. They're quick learners, which make them excellent at their job."

"Teaching similar-minded pupils..." You laughed softly. "That sounds nice."

His ears must have picked up something in your voice because he stopped what he was doing and turned to you, placing gloved hand on your shoulder to get your attention away from the vegetables you were cutting. His touch was gentle and his eyes were kind as they always were. You wished you could've recognized that more often.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked. "Did I say something wrong?"

"Quite the contrary," You said, turning back to the cutting board. "I'm happy for you. It sounds like life is treating you well."

His gaze lingered on you for a few more moments.

"Yeah, I suppose so."

He was silent the rest of the preparation of your meal. You didn't mind it. But his fidgety mannerisms told you all you needed to know.

"Y'know, we could really use some more help. I'm sure your competent enough to not see a Rishboland Tiger and think that you can form an interspecies friendship." Tighnari said during the meal, half-serious and half-jokingly. "It would be nice being with you more often too. You seem a bit... Anxious every time we meet."

You stayed silent for a moment, stirring your soup. The fragrance was relaxing, likely due to the herbs Tighnari insisted on adding. But you couldn't focus on the taste when he had offered you such a drastic change to your life.

"I'll think about it." You ended up saying. "Thank you for the offer though."

Fourth: The time you served as Tighnari's assistant.

You'd like to think you trusted him completely, as you told him everything you wanted to do, the things you dreamed of as a child, your goals for the future... Two peas in a pod, a couple of forest rangers would comment.

It was around Spring by the time Cyno came back from Mondstadt with a girl, no older than the age of fourteen. A shy and timid child who didn't know how to write was named Collei, you met with Cyno as he entered Gandharva Ville, quite amused by the awkwardness of his green-haired companion.

"Would you like a Pita Pocket, Collei?" You asked, opening your bag that all Forest Rangers were required to bring. "They might not be better than Monstadt food, but it's guaranteed to fill you up."

"Oh- Uhm... Ah, thank you..." She took it from your hand, immediately shrinking behind the Mahamattra.

"Don't mention it. I look forward to working together."

"Oh. Tighnari made those things for dinner once." Cyno said, taking a glance at the snack. "It's... Pita appetizing, don't you think?"

Collei looked up to the male, confusion written all over her face.

"It seems you don't get it. 'Pita,' is similarly pronounced to 'pretty,' so pita appetizing... pretty appetizing..."

"Cyno, you met the girl a few days ago and now you're already bombarding her with your horrible jokes?" Tighnari emerged from one of the houses, letting out an audibly annoyed sigh. "I suppose this young lady's name is Collei? I'm Tighnari, Chief Officer of the Forest Rangers of Avidya Forest. I see you've already met my assistant."

"I- It's nice to meet you, sir!" Collei stuttered with a mouth full of Pita Pocket.

The girl, you soon found out, was rather endearing. What she lacked in knowledge and skills, she made up for in passion and determination. Despite being in poor health, she tried her best to do the duties you and Tighnari gave her. And you were proud to say you formed a pleasant relationship with her.

However...

"I was thinking... Maybe you could leave Collei's training to me?" Tighnari said when Collei went off to bed. "Her topics are getting a bit advanced, and it's difficult to train students–"

"Tighnari," You finally whispered, quiet enough so that only he could hear it. "I'm not a rookie Botanist who doesn't know what they're doing. I know that. But you... Just because you went to the Akademiya and you have a Dendro Vision, do you think that you're more experienced and passionate than what I've been working to be my entire life?"

You turned to him, hating looking at him, though you loved him. You were angry at him though you were always happy for him. You envied him though you admired him. Emotions swirling in your chest– humans were just so complicated, weren't they?

"You... You know I don't mean it like that." He said calmly, though the twitch of his ears betrayed his true emotions. "I don't want to tire you or put too much work on your shoulders. I don't think it's healthy for you, especially right–"

"Of course... I don't know anything, do I? I don't know anything about teaching students things I've spent my entire life learning in books and research I spent all my mora on." You felt awful, lashing out at him like that. But your words tumbled out of your mouth before you could regret them. "It hurts me every time I look at you. You're so... Wonderful, 'Nari. But all I see is someone who was given everything I worked towards. All I see is what I could've been, someone better."

His ears twitched again at your outburst, taking in everything you said.

He took a couple steps toward you, pausing to gauge your reaction. No signs of dismissal or severe irritation– so he held you against his chest, sighing quietly in your ear.

"I admit, I don't entirely understand what to do in this situation. But one thing I do know is that you don't have to be me. And you certainly don't have to try and be better than me."

You looked up at him, seeing his gaze turn away as he spoke. “Even if I may have been dealt a better hand, you learned to never give up on your dreams. I’m proud of you. You may not be a vision holder who graduated from the Akademiya, but you’re my Shroomboar who followed me around when I did my research when we were kids and insisted on fanning me when I travelled the desert with my father. After all, you’re standing here in front of me, aren’t you?” He said, a hint of a fond smile on his delicate features. “It might be difficult to let go of the mindset you have right now, and I may have not majored in psychology, but I want you to know how amazing you are by yourself. You don’t need to be like me, or anyone else as long as you never give up. I’ll be waiting patiently for you to come to that realization, okay?”

He’ll be waiting for you, until the day you're ready.

Though was that the answer you wanted?

The next move is up to you.

[hwanchaesong]

ATEEZ when they cheat on you

Hongjoong

will be in denial for a few days, blaming you to hide the fact that what he did was really shitty, that was until you brought all of his gifts for you back to him.

"C'mon Y/N, wait up! Just listen to me!" Hongjoong grabbed your wrist, stopping you from speed walking out of the company.

Really, all you wanted to do was to give him dinner so he won't starve for tonight, but all you got was the view of him sticking his tongue down into some random girl's throat.

"What?!" you finally broke down, yelling at him in the hallway, not caring if other people heard you.

"Y/N, lower your voice, they might hear y-"

You scoffed, cutting him off, "Then so be it, let them know how much of an asshole you are!"

"Oh yeah? Maybe I wouldn't do this if you got more time to spend with me, y'know?" Hongjoong yelled back, but what broke your heart more is when he shifted the blame on you.

You were the one who always adjusts to his tight schedule, heck, you even sacrifice your precious sleep just to go see him in the crack of dawn as he always asked you to come because that is the only time he's free.

And now he says that to you? Fuck this shit.

You let out a bitter laugh, "Goodbye, Hongjoong." you turned around and left, this time he didn't follow you.

He returned to his studio, seething that you won't get his point. Hongjoong let things as they are, thinking that you'll come back to him either way.

Surprise surprise, after three days, a large box was delivered into their dorm. Upon opening it, his gifts and memorabilia for you are all placed inside.

His hands were shaking when he picked up a photo of you and him back when you had your first date.

Hongjoong knew he ruined a beautiful relationship that night but refused to believe it because of his damned ego.

Now, he had lost his muse.

Seonghwa

he will definitely try and get you back. he will legit do anything and everything even if it means that he needs to chase you until the world falls apart.

"You're here again?" you inhaled sharply, closing your eyes to contain the raging anger building inside your chest.

Seonghwa licked his lips, looking down in shame. The bouquet in his hands is crumpled because of the amount of force he's using to hold it.

"Y/N, I really am sorry. It was an accident." he tried to explain himself for the nth time, but you weren't having any of it.

"An accident?" you repeated before grabbing the bouquet in his hands, throwing it in the garbage ruthlessly.

"So fucking another girl in our bed is an accident? Wow, that's just pure bullshit, isn't it?" you rhetorically asked, knowing full damn well that he chose to do it.

Seonghwa looked at the flowers in the trash can, a pang in his heart is felt but he doesn't have any right to feel it knowing that your situation is worse.

"I know it's my fault, but I really do love you, please believe me." he begged once more, moving an inch closer to hold your hands, to which you disgustedly pulled yourself away from him.

"If you really love me," your eyes turned glassy, choking back the sobs, "then you wouldn't stab me in the back like that and leave me bleeding until I'm all out of trust for you."

You closed the door and willed yourself not to cry, leaving Seonghwa outside in the cold.

Yunho

he will tell you everything, he couldn't live with the guilt knowing that you're happily inlove with a cheater like him.

That's a lie right? Yunho, your ever loving, sweet, and kind boyfriend wouldn't cheat on you, right?

"Won't you say anything?" Yunho asked, looking at your face for any signs of crying. He is so ready to comfort you if you shed a tear even if the reason for your agony is him.

"Does she mean anything to you?" you finally replied, his words finally sinking in.

"No! Baby, she's nothing but a one night stand." he winced at his reasoning, that sounds more wrong than he thought.

You nodded your head, fully understanding the situation.

"She's nothing but she must also be something if it means that she's able to charm you into bed, huh?" you didn't realize that teardrops started falling on your cheeks until Yunho wiped them away.

"Y/N, can you please forgive me for this?" he cupped your cheeks, waiting for an answer.

"Of course I will forgive you."

You would do that, as you didn't want to harbor any hatred for the man that treated you like a princess for years.

Yunho was about to cheer, thinking that he still hasn't lost you.. but he's wrong. Your next words shattering his whole world.

"I forgive you, but I couldn't stay with you anymore."

Yeosang

he was caught red handed, and he was so torn when he saw your heartbroken face. the main finale though, is when you still managed to act normally.

"Yeosang?"

He went frigid when he heard your voice from behind him, not expecting you to be here as well.

"Yeosang? Why aren't you answering to me?" you asked curiously, and you began to think that you got the wrong person.

"Yeosang! Babe, look what I got!"

Well that confirms it.

A pretty girl came running towards him, clinging into his arms while she showed the piece of clothing that piqued her interest. Then the girl noticed you staring at them.

"Excuse me miss, do you need something?" she queried, and you had to put on your most plastic smile. Toughened yourself out to ask the question that will hurt you for a lifetime.

"Yeah, actually I wanna ask if this guy is your boyfriend?" you pointed at the tall man.

She giggled and forcefully turned Yeosang around, the sight of your fake grin is painfully visible, especially when your eyes are speaking the truth.

"He is! Do you know him?" the 'girlfriend' made a little chitchat, but you couldn't bear to stay there longer or else you'll have a complete breakdown.

"He is an acquaintance of mine." you answered with an artificial cheery tone.

Yeosang's eyes widened, what do you mean by acquaintance?

"Y/N." he called your name, making you gaze into his handsome face one last time.

"Glad that you remembered my name, here." you thrusted a paper bag in his hands, "Please do give that to my boyfriend and tell him that I won't be able to see him for a while. I'll be busy."

You bowed and waved goodbye to the couple, leaving both of them to enjoy their time together.

"You know her boyfriend? Why wouldn't she say that to him herself, that's sad." the girl sighed before continuing to blabber.

The rest of her words are completely muted in Yeosang's ears, his eyes are focused on your retreating figure that is getting smaller every second.

He watched you walk away, out of his life.

San

he will desperately hold onto you, not wanting you to leave him despite his infidelity. he was so ready to beg and be on his knees if it meant that you'll stay.

"Let go of me, San." you gritted your teeth, willing yourself to not look at him or else your resolve to leave will melt.

"Please, please, don't leave me! I couldn't live without you!" San pleaded, hugging your waist tightly that grounded you in your place.

He was too strong to fight off and too heavy to push away. The more you stay there, the more you want to give in, and that's a big no.

"If you couldn't live without me then you should've thought twice before hooking up with someone who isn't me!" you yelled, letting the tears that you are holding back fall.

It fell like rain along with your body, slumping down in the carpet as you cried your heart out.

All you did was love San, support him and care for him and what you got was him being unfaithful to you during their tour.

There you were, thinking about his well being and waiting patiently for him to come back. And there he was, having the time of his life.

It was unfair, so unfair especially when he does this to you.

San was unable to speak or do anything, watching you crumble into pieces is something that pained him down to the bones. He wants to tell you that everything will be fine, but how?

He carefully hugged you, and as selfish as it is, he still doesn't want to let go of you, "Baby, I'm here. Please, calm down and let's talk about this."

Mingi

he will cry, feeling like he is the worst man in the universe for making you feel like you weren't enough. the type to not forgive himself.

"Aren't you gonna slap me? Hit me? Curse at me?"

"I won't do any of that." you replied, looking at him intently and Mingi wants to hit himself.

He already got you, the best woman that god graced him with and he just had to ruin the relationship that you two built for years.

Why did he even agree to go clubbing, get drunk and make out with some random girl when he could've gone home and cuddled you instead?

Mingi groaned and stood up, repeatedly punching the wall out of frustration. He doesn't deserve you, he is a freaking excuse of a man.

"Mingi stop! You'll hurt yourself!" you immediately went to him, preventing him from further causing damage.

You lifted his arm and inspected his bleeding knuckles, you sighed and held his hand close to your heart, "I love you, Mingi."

Oh no, he is about to cry again.

"And I am willing to make this work. I have invested a lot in our relationship, I don't want to throw that away." you told him truthfully, giving him some relief.

"I'd do anything you tell me." his voice is desperate, knowing full well that he might lose you anytime.

"Give me more time to move on."

Mingi really doesn't deserve an angel like you.

Wooyoung

he wasn't himself at the time, and he repeats that lame excuse so that you'll accept his apology and give him a second chance.

You distanced yourself from Wooyoung's body when he went closer to you, trying to hold you in his arms in an attempt to calm you down.

"Y/N, baby, I was drunk." he reasoned out, making you roll your eyes in disbelief.

"I know a lot of people who got drunk and frankly, they never fucked another person who is not their significant other." you quipped back, having enough of his bullshit.

You were angrily throwing all of your items in your suitcase, keen on getting out of your shared house.

You have nothing to do with him anymore.

"Can't we at least talk and work this out?" he bargained, getting antsy at the thought of not having you in his life anymore.

"Listen Wooyoung."

It was weird on his part for you to call him by his name, and that is a big indication that you're not giving in to him this time.

"There is no more room to talk about, and the only thing that we can work out is the fact that we're done." you said with finality, zipping the case of your bag and getting ready to get out of this suffocating house.

"I'm sorry." you heard him mumble from behind you, and for a second you think that he's genuinely regretting what he did.

You shook your head and opened the door, ceasing for a moment to tell him a final message.

"Don't do this to your next relationship, Wooyoung. Improve yourself."

Jongho

he loves the thrill and he lives for it. not until you caught him, and now he's in big trouble, his usual cool attitude is washed down in the drain.

"I knew you're going to meet her again here." you commented, staring at Jongho like you're putting bullets in his brain and in your defense, you would've if you could.

Jongho halts all of his movements, it was too cold even if his jacket is thick as fuck. And he knew the reason why.

You're here, his girlfriend, at the rooftop where he meets his mistress every night.

"Say, this is quite the romantic place to commit a sin isn't it?" you sarcastically asked him, looking around the area.

The wind suddenly blew, making your hair flow in the air, and Jongho saw that scene.

You look gorgeous under the moonlight, you look like a goddess, and that reminded him why he fell in love with you in the first place.

He realizes that he made the biggest mistake ever, one that he will regret for the rest of his life.

"Is there anything I can do to fight for you? For us?" he gulped, expecting you to somehow be lenient, although a huge percentage of it is impossible.

"The fight should have never ended, sweetie." you replied, raising an eyebrow.

Jongho understands that everything is over and it somehow brings him waves of torment, knowing that he wasted a perfect woman like you.

You went and walked past him, stopping at his side to whisper to him the sentence that would haunt him even in his sleep.

"You grabbed me off of my solitude, yet you never offered me your companionship."

It was the truth he couldn't deny, and that itself made you believe that you deserve better.

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[throwaway-yandere]

Hi! I have my birthday on the anniversary, how do you think the SAGAU characters would react? For some reason I can see an emphasis on remaining Khaenri'ahns like Kaeya clinging onto whatever they can find of those customs, and yeah, apparently celebrating the birth of Teyvat was a big thing over there. (I can also see Ayaka being very happy <3) Have a good day!

YANDERE!SAGAU CHARACTERS CELEBRATING YOUR BIRTHDAY (Hysteric Humanoid)

A/n: Omg happy birthday anon!!! o⁠(*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)o i hope you have a fantastic day too!!!

I'm not sure if you're referring to the Yan!SAGAU Hysteric Humanoid or not, because most of the cast in HH are pretty violent towards the reader (e.g: Aether nearly killed the reader, Zhongli tried to kidnap them, Rhinedottir manipulated you, etc). It's not a very happy story. People don't revere you. They actively hunt you down. Hence, I'm not sure you got the right author for this haha, I don't exactly write happy endings… I don't want to dump all those things on your birthday ;;----;;;

You deserve a happier response, so I'll be focusing on some of your devotees in the fic (at the time of chapter 1)!

Might be a little spoiler-y but oh well!

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Characters: Dainsleif, Abyss! Lumine, Baizhu, Kaeya, Venti, Zhongli, and Kamisato Ayaka.

Before the three of you separated, Dainsleif often tried to do something special for you, and it's almost always practical (I say this because you've traveled with him for centuries, and not once did he give you something extravagant–). He thinks gifts are great as a concept, but it doesn't translate well with reality. Dain thought about fighting bosses for you just to give you a present but then weighed down that leaving you alone was too dangerous. Customs be damned. He believes that your safety is worth more than fleeting happiness. You understand, don't you? Being empty-handed makes him miserable too. Please be content with your scarf for now.

Things are a bit different after Chapter 1. He's a lot more bitter and reserved. Dainsleif is not afraid to act brutal around you if it means proving that he can and will protect you. He doesn't care if you don't approve or if you "hate" him. But the upside to this is that he'll drag you along to get you your present. Just say whatever you desire ("leave" is not an option) and he'll pluck it out of a corpse for you. After that, it's just another day. You're both over 500 years old. And it doesn't help that the Abyss Order is always up to something when it's your birthday.

Lumine, however, believes that "fortune favors the bold". C'mon, it's The Creator's birthday! She'd take any excuse to celebrate (after all, she's secretly down too, you know.) Lumine understands that for some people birthdays are a big deal. While personally, she doesn't like having hers become a big spectacle (she misses her brother), she wants you to be bombarded by her attention. Flowers! Feathers! Anything that catches her eye will surely find its way into your inventory. She'd peck you on your cheek and tell you that you deserve the world– and Lumine will not stop until she gives you just that. After all, she already promised that she'll bring you home someday with her brother too.

As the Princess of the abyss, she honors her word. Everything she does is for the home she wished to share with you. This is why Dainsleif keeps an eye on your birthday– she has a habit of conducting special operations during this time. She's awfully sentimental. If he didn't burn all the letters she left for you, you would've known that her obsession is a lot more terrifying and burdensome than you thought.

Baizhu doesn't know when your birthday is. But he DID help you make a fake birth certificate so he pretends that that's your real birthday (it's not.) On your/Jianfeng's birthday, he sadistically gives you a herb-flavored cake, made only with the bitterest ingredients Qiqi could find. The doctor explains that it helps maintain blood pressure among other health benefits– while he does speak the truth, it doesn't mean he doesn't have any ulterior motives. You know damn well he just wants more blood samples. If you could pass your immortality to Baizhu you would, but he wouldn't accept that. He wants to be immortal with you, and he will not accept any shortcuts.

You met Kaeya when he was 18 years old. I won't say how you met, but you've known each other for around 3-4 years. Kaeya considers himself your friend first and being your acolyte is nothing more than a cute title. He's not knowledgeable about Khaenri'ahn customs regarding birthdays, instead, he'll celebrate it his way… so expect alcohol. Kaeya knows that you hated how pretentious people are when they celebrate The Creator's birth. You couldn't handle all the noise, especially since you're convinced that you're an "impostor". He'd do his best to isolate you from any other "unwanted" attention by taking you somewhere only you both know. The air around Windrise feels nice this evening– he'll help you climb up the branches. You'd join him, right? This is a pretty sentimental place for him. He often hides here whenever he got into a fight with Diluc, you should know by now that he's being vulnerable by inviting you here.

Other than that, there's no doubt that he'd tease you about your age, and subtly remark where his loyalty lies. He knew after observing the Twilight Sword that chivalry remains unpaid despite 500 years of service, but he would still offer his body to whatever plans you wish would befall Teyvat. What is love without a bit of sacrifice, right?

Is it really a surprise that Venti dedicates songs for you on your birthday? Probably not. Especially when he did this more than a hundred times? Probably not. Does he care? Well, you can't tell. Either way, if you spent your birthday in Mondstadt getting dragged along by Kaeya's whims then the bard will find you eventually. Much to the cavalry captain's dismay, the archon would climb up the branches just to sing you a song. Afterward, you'd both try to push him out. Keyword: try. By the end of the day, the three of you would be the drunkest people in Teyvat. He'll end up clinging to your arm, sometimes sticking his tongue out whenever Kaeya makes a disgruntled noise. Venti will make sure to remind him that he's known you longer than him, that Kaeya is just a child in your eyes. They're both absolutely immature. You'll, unfortunately, need Dainsleif to get these two off of you.

Ahhh, Zhongli. Gosh, I wish I could just spoil my plans for him but I'll do my best to answer this without revealing much. He's no God of Stove, but he will serve you food, specifically jade parcels and his specialty dish, slow-cooked bamboo shoot soup. With somber eyes, Morax– not Zhongli– would reminisce the times you've spent together in mindless rambles, even if those memories evade you. He'll feed you kindly, asking if it tastes just like the first day you first met. When he doesn't get the response he desperately craved, he'll take you back to Qingce Village. Please… can't you give him at least one smile? He missed your company.

(I love Ayato but I can't include him here because he does not have faith in the reader. At all.)

Kamisato Ayaka is superstitious. Or at least, something close to that. For the longest time, she believed her mother when she said thunder is nothing more than the Electro Archon's way of communicating. Like everyone else, her sense of self did not exist at birth. A 5-year-old will always see themselves as the main protagonist of their own life– unburdened by social responsibilities and the weight of what will happen to their clan. And when the Kamisato Clan almost crumbled, she put her blind faith in one other person besides her brother.

You.

She firmly believes it was fate that you both share the same birthday and that it made her closer to you than anyone else. In times that she does not trust her confidence, she thinks of you. What would The Creator do if they were in her shoes? What would They have told her? And thankfully it helped.

That's why before she met the traveler, she never once celebrate her birthday– she celebrated yours.

"Happy birthday, Your Grace. I will not forget to glorify all that you have done and will do. Please continue to guide me in another year of living."

[alexturne]

Just ranting and being a downer i guess

This was a great gig. Super amazing perfect performances. Flawless execution, incredible that Alex pulled through. They all sounded absolutely flawless.

But nothing special. We've seen the same stuff all tour. Like what's the point of doing Glasto if they're not going to do anything special for it. On the ten year anniversary of the last time no less.

I'm trying so hard not to be bitter because it was truly a spectacular show. But.. guys, c'mon..

No Miles. No new outfits. No new songs. No new arrangement. No Glasto special. Only the same show they've been playing for 60 shows already..

So predictable.. indeed...

Fuck it breaks my heart that I feel like this, because it was truly an AMAZING show and they sounded perfect. Performed to perfection. I'd just expected something else. Something more. Why did they even do it if they didn't want to plan anything for it?

They did so well. Amazing songs, amazing everything. Truly a powerful performance. But one like all of the others. And I'd expected more.

I know they can do more and they just don't. They didn't cease the opportunity to do something special and significant. They have so much potential and they didn't do anything with it. They just went with the tried and true, and it's so unlike them and it breaks my heart because does that mean they're not that band anymore?

Fuck, my heart is running away with me, sorry for being such a downer but I'm just so disappointed.

I loved it so much, had such high hopes, and then it just fizzled out to nothing in a mess of catering to their new young TikTok audience..

Sure, we got James Ford on synth and Alex rapping Star Treatment, but that was literally it. Everything else was exactly the same.

Why??? I just don't get it.

And no Miles. I really don't understand that one. I hope it is some inane practical logistical reason, like some of you have been saying. Because Miles said he'd be there if they'd have him. And they obviously wanted him there, just look how happy they all were when he played with them the other day.

Ugh. I feel bad now.

AND NO FUCKING RITZ EITHER

[low-budget-korra]

Comments about GenV

I was pretty busy so it took me a while to watch it and man what a good show.

- I never thought I would be sad about the death of a character named Golden Boy but here we are. He genuinely was a nice guy, I was expecting some homelander wannabe.

- No like, it's fucked up that your parents would give you the V and don't talk about it, so when you hit puberty your powers appears and because of that some people may die, including your parents.

- Can we agree that Emma is the best character? She and Sam were so cute together, of course Sam had to screw things up. I mean I get it but damn he was radicalized after ONE LECTURE? And hurt Emma like that? C'mon. Fuck him.

Oh I love that my queen realizes she can use her power without having to vomit

-I like all the analogies. Emma being the ED, Marie being the self warm, Jordan being the gender "confused"(def not the right word but that's kind of how people see them)... and all done in a way that doesn't feel like a TEDtalk. It's actually incorporated to the plot and that's genius.

-I saw spoilers that Cate would be bad but c'mon she ain't all evil, she literally is just a manipulated young woman who has been through a lot. It also doesn't help that she has major mommy issues. Anyway, by the end she just became Magneto with all the "let's kill the humans" mentality

-That was a good show, against showing us the dangers of an extremist ideology. Shetty wanting to get revenge was understandable but damn, wanting to murder all the supers because of what homelander did?! No

-Victoria will certainly use the virus to shield herself and her daughter against Homelander, as she should. And our heroes will probably meet The Boys , and work together.

-Cate is really powerful yes but Marie took a blast from fuckin Homelander! She is gonna be big.

-I saw y'all go crazy over Jordan and Marie, sorry I didn't see what you guys saw. They're cute but it sucks that 90% of their romantic scenes happen only when Jordan is a boy. Maybe I'm old and bitter but this is the type of shit I expected in like 2014, not now.

And just to be clear, it's not a problem to shit them, but people are acting like this is a big wlw representation when it just isn't.

[emerald-notes]

Bitter-Sweet

Fandom: BTS

Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader

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I refused to get up from my bed. Or should I say, I was unable to do so. Because I was going through the worst period cramps this month. I am very pain sensitive. So whenever I had bad cramps, it always made me cry my eyes out.

"Aren't you going to have your breakfast, sweety?" My sister asked while gently patting my head over the blanket under which I had taken my refugee.

My phone rang and I whined in annoyance. My sister brought it to me and said, "C'mon! Your bunny's calling you."

I pulled my hand out of the blanket and took the phone in. My sister left to avoid hearing our cheesy conversation.

"So, no good morning for me today, love?" I could imagine the pout forming on Jungkook's lips.

"No!" I said shortly.

"Have my baby girl been crying?" The tone was a little bit alarmed.

"Yes!" I said again.

It didn't take too long for Jungkook to understand the matter. And nothing much was needed to be said. He was on my doorstep already.

Ding Dong!

"Look, who's here?" My sister called from the living room.

Despite the pain, I walked out of my bed, my blanket still wrapped around me. As soon as Jungkook saw my miserable state, he pulled me into a warm embrace and I sank into his huge muscular body.

"I've brought you dark chocolates, love." Jungkook whispered softly and kissed me on my ear.

Minutes later, we were squeezed in the couch, blanket covering the both of us, my head resting on Jungkook's chest, biting onto my chocolate every now and then, while Jungkook hummed on to an ost of 'The Goblin' being played on the TV.

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[arainbowofchaos]

Forbidden Euphoria [Chapter 3]

As a tipsy Jungkook stumbles into your home, he's determined to reveal the depths of his feelings, setting the stage for an intimate moment.

Tags: Jungkook x Reader, Jungkook finally talks about his non-monogamous lifestyle. He's also a bit drunk but still very much adorable. Warning: He becomes slightly dominant at the end of the chapter (it's going to get worse so brace yourself).

Length: 2.1k words

A/N: I cut the chapter off just as things get spicy, so if you're interested, the next chapter is already published, and it's very nasty, lol.

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As you hurriedly open the door, your heart races with anticipation. The reason for your flustered state becomes apparent as Jungkook's eyes scan you from head to toe. Caught off guard, you realize you are only dressed in a pink, satin, ruffled peignoir, exuding a Victoria's Secret style elegance, having rushed out of the bathroom after he called to let you know he was in the neighborhood.

In contrast, Jungkook stands before you, dressed entirely in denim - blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a matching blue denim jacket. His black curls cascade gracefully over his handsome face, adding an irresistible charm to his rugged appearance.

"C'mon baby," he whispers softly, his arms wrapping around you in a warm embrace. As you draw closer, a subtle scent of alcohol lingers, and surprisingly, you find it endearing, making your heart skip a beat. Despite his drunken state and the rude behavior he displayed earlier, you can't resist falling harder for him. Being in his arms feels just right.

You gently try to pull away, wanting to get a better look at him. Your eyes meet a vision of a slightly intoxicated Jungkook, his eyes glistening like stars, his cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, and his affectionate nature radiating from him as he holds you close. His drunken charm is undeniable, and you can't help but find him absolutely adorable.

"Jungkook, look at me," you gently implore, trying to meet his sad puppy eyes. "I don't think we can discuss right now; you're too drunk," you explain, concerned about the earnest conversation he wants to have.

He gazes back at you with a mix of vulnerability and determination. "I can discuss right now; it's what I came for in the first place," he insists, his words tinged with a touch of slurred speech.

"Okay, please follow me," you say, leading him with care to the kitchen. It feels unusual to have him in your intimate space, but you secretly enjoy the domestic vibe it brings.

You both settle at the kitchen table, and you pour him a generous glass of water, hoping to help him sober up. He takes it with diligence, holding onto it like a lifeline.

"I know you saw me earlier," he starts cautiously. "And I'm sorry about that. It feels like we should have talked before that," he admits, revealing a hint of regret.

You sense his desire to be honest, and it warms your heart. "It's alright. Let's talk now," you say, offering him understanding. "So… are you like… in an open relationship?" you inquire, your heart racing as you broach the subject.

He nods slowly, explaining, "She understands that I value my independence and can't conform to expectations. I cherish my freedom."

The revelation heats your cheeks, as he seems to confirm that he's free to be with others while you yearn for exclusivity with him, feeling a tinge of bitterness. You nod your head as if you understand, even if that's not the case. You can acknowledge his feelings without necessarily sharing them.

You need to ask him another question that has been nagging at you all day, no matter if it makes you seem clingy or bothersome. If you want to make a decision about what comes next, you must get to know him better. "I also need to know why you disappeared today. I was hoping we would behave like adults after what happened between us. I was kind of disappointed with your attitude." you express, your voice tinged with a mix of frustration and hurt as you try to understand his actions.

"I was busy reporting our trip to our boss. He kept me occupied all day long, probably wanting me to prove I had been useful during the deal. I couldn't even take a break to eat lunch. I thought you'd be more at ease not seeing me right away. I promise I wasn't ignoring you. I would never do that," he explains, his words carrying a hint of sincerity, but you can't help but feel torn. Despite his explanation, a part of you still wonders if there's more to the story. 

"I really want to believe you. The thing is, I don’t know you well enough. And I don’t know if I can actually share you with someone else; it doesn’t feel right," you admit, grappling with your feelings and fears about the situation. As you speak those words, you can feel the weight of the decision, both painful and necessary, settling in the air between you.

"I understand," Jungkook responds softly, his vulnerability shining through. "I don't want to cause you any pain, so the decision is yours."

You take a deep breath, appreciating his honesty. "Thank you for understanding. It means a lot to me," you reply, feeling a sense of relief that he's not pressuring you into something you're not ready for.

"I am very much interested in seeing you, for many reasons beyond sex. If that's not good enough, I understand," Jungkook continues, his voice tinged with vulnerability as he anxiously awaits your response. Taking a deep breath, he gathers his thoughts and continues, "You're beautiful, smart, and funny, and you can get whoever you want. I genuinely want to spend time with you and get to know you on a deeper level," he emphasizes, his voice soft and sincere, his genuine desire to build a meaningful connection evident.

He pauses, his emotions laid bare, vulnerability shining through. "I have feelings for you, and I want to continue seeing you, but I have to be honest with myself and with you – I can't offer exclusivity at this moment," he admits, his words filled with raw honesty and a touch of insecurity.

As Jungkook's words wash over you, a wave of mixed emotions floods your senses. His sincere admiration makes you feel seen and valued. You take a moment to savor the feeling of being appreciated, the affirmation that you're not imagining the connection between you two.

In that moment, the other woman becomes a distant thought, pushed to the periphery of your mind. All that matters is the electric energy between you and Jungkook, the undeniable chemistry that seems to bind you together. It's as if the world fades away whenever your eyes meet, leaving only the two of you in an intimate bubble of understanding.

The idea of letting this connection slip away becomes unfathomable. You can't imagine walking away from something that makes you feel so alive, so wanted. It dawns on you that this might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the kind of connection that some people spend their whole lives searching for.

In this moment, you realize that you want to take the risk, to explore this connection and see where it leads. You're ready to embrace the journey, knowing that it might not be smooth or easy, but the possibility of something extraordinary is worth it.

As your eyes lock once more, a rush of emotions surges through you, and you find the courage to speak your truth. The words tumble out, a mix of vulnerability and conviction, "I feel the same way, Jungkook. I don't want to walk away from this either. Let's take it one step at a time and see where it leads us," The weight of your admission hangs in the air, and for a moment, time seems to stand still as you wait for his response. But to your relief, a warm smile spreads across Jungkook's face, his eyes filled with understanding and appreciation. He takes a moment to compose himself, his gaze unwavering, as he shares his thoughts, "I'm glad you're open to it. I promise to be present and genuine in every step we take together," he adds, his voice steady and sincere. You find yourself in awe of Jungkook's genuine and caring approach to this blossoming connection. He truly values your feelings and aims to build a relationship based on trust and open communication.

As you rise from your chair with caution, the wooden floor beneath your feet feels cool and reassuring but the physical sensation barely registers in your mind as your attention remains fixed on Jungkook's eyes.. They follow your every move as you approach him, his gaze meeting yours with curiosity.

Jungkook's glass of water sits half-empty on the table, and you notice a small condensation ring forming beneath it. The conversation you just had seems to have had an effect on him, as he appears more composed and focused now.

Drawing nearer, you take measured steps until you're standing face to face, your eyes locked in an unspoken connection. You decide to squat down to be at his eye level, wanting to create a sense of intimacy and openness.

Your heart beats faster, the sound of it pounding in your ears. Your voice emerges, a mix of steadiness and vulnerability, as you share your fears. "I'm afraid of being jealous. Wouldn't you be jealous if you saw me with another man?" you inquire, your words laced with a hint of uncertainty and a touch of teasing playfulness.

The air seems to hang heavy with anticipation, as if time itself has paused, waiting for Jungkook's response. You hold your breath, hoping for an honest answer.

As you watch Jungkook, you notice the impact of your words on him, evident in the transformation of his large brown eyes. They darken, revealing a depth of emotion that wasn't there just two minutes ago. Nervously, his tongue fiddles restlessly with the piece of metal, betraying his agitation. His mind seems to be in a whirlwind as he struggles to find the right response, the words eluding him momentarily.

Suddenly, he rises from his seat, pushing the chair back with a jarring noise that startles you. Jungkook's commanding tone leaves no room for hesitation as he orders, "Stand up." Your body instinctively obeys, though you're not entirely sure why. There's something about the intensity of his presence that compels your compliance.

"I don't think you could see someone else," he asserts with unwavering conviction. His challenging tone piques your playful side, and you want to test the boundaries of his emotions to see if he's truly capable of feeling jealousy.

"And why is that?" you respond, maintaining a teasing demeanor, wanting him to understand what it's like to experience jealousy and to recognize the strength of his own feelings.

"Because I'll make you feel so good every day that there'll be no room for another man in your life. That's my promise. You won't need anyone else to fulfill you," he declares, his voice brimming with determination and possessiveness.

As Jungkook's words wash over you, you can't help but emit a small moan, a sound you hadn't even realized was escaping your lips. It's your own, a reaction to the intensity of his declaration. Despite understanding the possessiveness in his words and the contradiction of a man unable to offer his heart to just one person, you find yourself unable to resist the thrill that surges through you.

His gaze intensifies, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an almost predatory focus. "Look at you, you're already moaning, and I haven't even laid a finger on you yet," he says, his voice low and husky. You feel a rush of arousal course through you, a mixture of excitement and nervousness at the intensity of his gaze and the suggestive undertone of his words. Your cheeks flush, and you find it hard to tear your eyes away from his captivating stare, fully aware of where he wants to take you.

In that moment, as the charged silence hangs in the air, you take a moment to reflect on what you truly desire. 

"Do you want me to help you release some tension?" Jungkook purrs, his voice laced with seduction and a genuine concern that surprises you. "I did say I wanted to make it up to you," he adds, his thumb gently brushing against your cheek in a tender gesture that contrasts with the provocative atmosphere surrounding you.