#not questioning anything. the system. weird situations. deaths

[msue0027]

it might be unusual but "dot and bubble" gave off a bit of "the long game"/"the bad wolf" kind of vibe, but a lot more tragic

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

Hii! I really like your writing and I was wondering if you could do like something along the lines of reader being a suspect of a case he is currently investigating (it doesn't have to be the Kira case) and he keeps her under surveillance, like what he did with Light in the Yotsuba arc. It could like showcase how L and reader have to adapt to certain situations (showering, changing, sleeping ect). Err uhhh yeah! I don't know if that makes any sense. It could be like dairy entries or just third person. Fluff or smutt is a-ok! (Idk if I can request that this is my first time asking on Tumblr) Thank you! :D

sorry this took so long to get to, I liked it so much I made it a little longer!

Warnings: reader is a little handsy, brief oral, PinV

L has noticed (Y/n)'s numerous attempts to get him in bed with her. He can't say he minds.

She's a leading suspect in a...moderately important investigation: an American crime ring, suspected to be responsible for the laundering of millions of dollars, distribution of drugs and weaponry, and the deaths of at least 20 victims.

L was fairly sure that (Y/n)'s father was the head of it all, but he refused to confess. His alibis were frustratingly airtight, and nobody else would budge in their corroboration. Thus, L would detain what was most important to him, his daughter, as both a suspect and collateral for two months. His hope was that he could convince the criminal to confess, either by threatening her incarceration, or finding better evidence when locked up with her.

So, here he was, linked to her by a three-foot chain.

She was less than pleased, clearly, but took it in stride. "Anything to prove dad's innocent," she nodded, teary-eyed and quivering. It was quite convincing, he almost believed it...until he caught the faint scent of onions on her fingers moments later.

He said nothing about his observation, simply clasped one cuff to her hand, and the other to his.

now, he had her seated across from him, in his personal hotel suite. "I can't allow any cellphones or personal devices...you understand, of course. Please hand them over now."

She scoffed and grumbled, tossing over her phone.

He gave her an expectant look.

More grumbling, with the addition of an MP3 player, burner phone, and iPod.

"Your family has no involvement in any criminal activity...but you have a burner phone?"

She smiled. "I use it to call guys I like to hook up with. Can't have dad knowing about that."

"You're an adult. You still have to follow your father's rules of modesty?"

"I mean, I live with him, and he pays for all my stuff, so...gotta follow his rules."

He nods. He didn't believe her story, not completely, but he would accept her answers.

meanwhile, she was having to figure out getting the hell out of here without being caught. This guy was a world-renowned super genius, and she was a barely 20 something living off her dad's crime ring. She was crafty, sure, but not 4D chess level smart, not like him.

So, that raised the question of how to get on his good side, maybe even convince him to let her go. What did she know about him? He was smart...weird looking...dressed like a bum...probably a virgin-

Bingo.

Super genius or not, he was still a fuckless nerd, and she ate fuckless nerds for breakfast. There was a reason she got the chess club to do her homework on a rotating system for all of high school, and it wasn't because she asked nicely.

she smiled coyly, and brought her legs up to curl up on the couch, a...tasteful amount of thigh showing now that her mini-skirt rode up even higher. He didn't look down, his eyes locked on her face. Annoying.

"So...what about stuff like...showering?" Her voice had dropped to a noticeably more intimate tone, slow and careful. Like she was luring him in.

"The shower has an opaque curtain, and the toilet makes a practical chair when the lid is down."

He wants her to sit on the toilet while he showers? He wants to sit on the toilet while she showers? She has to hold back the biggest eye-roll.

"Oh, alright...what about getting dressed?"

"I've acquired a changing screen, for your privacy and mine."

"Kay...so, where do I keep my clothes?"

"In the closet."

"With all of your clothes? What about my...intimates?"

He shrugs. "Use a drawer."

Not even a pause, not so much as a stutter at the mention of her underwear. "Okay. Well. Now what?"

He pauses. "Do you enjoy cake?"

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(Y/n) spends the first 24 hours reading or watching over L's shoulder as he works, as well as gorging herself on whatever treats he's eating. She has yet to seduce him, at least not to her knowledge. He doesn't do a ton, just sits there and atrophies for hours upon end as he works. She had to shower that night, and drag him away from his little set up to do so.

"What will you do when I take off my clothes?"

She tries to pull him farther into the bathroom, but he only lifts his limp arm at her tugging, not moving from his place at the doorframe.

"I'll turn around. You have plenty of space to change now."

"I thought you were going to sit on the toilet," she teases, the chains rattling as she pulled with more urgency. He padded forward, and shut the door behind him. His reluctance was a good sign for her, it meant he was nervous.

"I will." He turns around, and she begins to strip. She made a point to drop her clothes from a higher distance, so the fabric would make more sound hitting the floor.

She unclasps her hot pink bra, and accidentally tosses it in his direction. It hits the floor, and slides to the tile beside his feet. "Oops."

L looks down, but doesn't comment or react.

(Y/n) pulls the shower curtain back, and turns on the water. The water heats up quickly, the perfect temperature to make some nice steam. "You can't see me through the mirror, can you?"

He was in the middle of squatting on the toilet, faced to the wall. "Not at all. You're safe to do what you need to."

She bites her lip. He was so boring. "Mm...I don't care if you see me, anyway."

L, once again, makes no reaction. He knew what she was doing. It was quite original, he had to admit he's never been flirted with before, but her acting needed work. It was rather exaggerated, like that of a cheap porno.

Her idle humming played in the background of his thoughts, while he considered the purpose of her playfulness. Did she realize he wouldn't let her out, even if she did manage to seduce him? Or...was this a way of getting information about her father's case? He had to be careful. He glanced to the bra on the floor. Even if she wasn't winning any Oscar's, she was still pretty. Pretty, and with soap that smelled like cupcakes. This might be more difficult than he anticipated...

The curtain rod squealed against the metal hooks as she pushed the fabric to the side. She stepped out, one pedicured foot at a time, and wrapped herself in a towel. "Alright. Your turn."

He turned his head to look at her over his shoulder, covered with nothing but thin polyester. "I won't be showering tonight."

She crinkled her nose, and stepped closer. "What do you mean? Do you shower in the mornings?"

"No. Watari has a device made specifically for me to clean with."

"A device? Like...what kind?"

"...like a washing machine."

She cracks a grin, and steps closer. "You should try a real shower. They can be nice, like standing in the rain."

"I have no interest in that."

her gaze travels from his eyes, to his lips, to his chest, and before he knows it she's a hairsbreadth away from him. "Well...if you ever want to learn-" her hand lands gently on his chest, manicured nails against his shirt- "I'd be happy to help you."

He looks down at her. She looks up at him. He carefully plucks her hand from him. "That won't be necessary."

She sighs, and steps to the counter. "Just a suggestion."

He stands there, and watches with boredom as she goes about her nightly routine. So much work. He brushes his teeth while he's there.

When they're both done, she steps away, ready to change into her pajamas.

He has no choice but to follow her. She gathers some clothes from the dresser, and walks to the divider working as a changing room. He has to stand there, and wait for her to finish. The towel gets tossed up on the top of the divider, and within minutes she's slinking out, drapped in a tiny silk slip.

L makes no reaction to her clothing choice.

"I hope this is alright. I usually sleep in the nude."

"It's better than nothing. There are two seperate beds, you can pick whichever one you like the most."

Better than nothing? That's it? "Alright...I want the one closest to the window."

He nods, and guides you to the beds, both set with matching comforters, nightstands, lamps, and pillows. They were less than a foot apart, it wasn't worth it to have two beds in her opinion.

She settles in by the window, and he takes a laptop from his nightstand. He seats himself on one of the pillows, and boots up the device to keep working.

"You're not going to sleep?"

"I don't need to."

That made her next plan slightly harder, but she could deal with it. After about thirty minutes of laying still, the AC cuts on. Hotel ACs always have a big vent by the window.

"L...I'm cold..."

"There are blankets in the closet."

"...It's too dark in here, I can't sleep. Do you think I could-"

"There's a lamp next to you. It has a dimmer, if it's too bright."

"...I can't sleep in new places, could I please lay with you? Just for tonight?"

"I don't see how that would help."

"Please?"

He sighs. "I suppose."

She jumps out of bed, and walks the one step it takes to get to his bed. He scoots over, and as she lays down, the chains settle between them. "Thank you."

He doesn't answer, he just keeps working. He was tough to crack.

She sighs and tosses and turns, but he's patient with her. Eventually, she actually does fall asleep.

And unbeknownst to her, has a sex dream.

At first, L thinks she must be pretending. Pretending to whine and mewl in the back of her throat as he hips shift. But he quickly realizes that's not the case, when he glances over to see her expression. It's a little too realistic for her crummy acting.

He stares for far too long, long enough for his computer to automatically shut off, simply watching her movements. The gentle squeeze of her thighs. The parting of her lips. The soft whimpering. He mindlessly leaned inward. He only snaps out of it when he can feel her breath on his cheek.

With a deep, steeling breath, he powers his computer back on. As he looks to the keys to type in his password, he catches of glimpse of something. That was odd...and a little concerning.

He hasn't had a real boner since he was a teen.

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the next day goes about as slow as the last, the same routine. When (Y/n) gets up, she doesn't bother changing out of her slip, she'd be staying in anyway. She does, however, take the time to fix her hair. She has a man to catch, after all.

It was so boring, sitting next to him without any phone or music. It made her restless.

"So...is this something you do often? Chain the daughters of your suspects to you?"

"No." He stirs his tea, and takes a sip. "Many have never even seen my face. You should feel privileged."

"Sitting here with nothing to do doesn't feel like a privilege. You don't do anything other than work?"

"I do plenty of other things. I eat, I use the restroom-"

"No but, what about for fun?"

"This is my fun."

She rolls her eyes. "What about when you were younger? When you weren't working?"

"...I've always worked."

"Always???"

"Since I was a child. I've taken small interests in things now and again, but this has been the only thing that's sustained."

"I guess that makes sense. Must be difficult to entertain someone so smart."

He shrugs.

"Well...what about physical stuff? Have you done any of that?"

"I don't follow."

"Like...sex. have you ever had sex?"

A choppy segue. "No. Its purposes don't suit me."

"You've never wanted to try it?"

He takes a fork full of chocolate cake, and stuffs his face with it. "Mn, when I was younger, perhaps. After further investigation it wasn't worth exploring."

"Maybe that's 'cause you've never had the chance."

"I don't think so." He's tired of this conversation, and he'd like to get back to work.

She pouts. "You don't have a TV or anything I can watch?"

She really was a foil to his work. Maybe that was her goal, to annoy him into making no progress. He picks up the landline by the couch. "Please send up a personal television."

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Now that she was sated with the TV like a toddler, he could work in peace, and the rest of the day went smoothly. It wasn't until the shower that something arose. It went as usual at first, (Y/n) goes first, L sits on the toilet. When she got out, she stared at his back for a moment.

"Are you going to shower tonight?"

"As I said, I don't shower as the average person does." She was right though, he did need one. He hated the feeling of sebum in his hair and on his face. "I'll have to use-"

"Wait." She smiles. "How are you gonna use that thing if we're chained together?"

He paused. He hadn't thought of that. How had he not thought of that?

"My offer still stands," she teased.

"...no. I can do it myself." He stands, and they swap places.

She doesn't sit like he does, meaning she gets to face the curtain. How fun.

L finds showering to be a straightforward process, though not nearly as efficient as his machine. Soap, make bubbles, rinse, do it again. Tedious. By the time he was done, she was thoroughly bored.

Bored, until he stepped out. He had grabbed a towel to wrap around his hips...and that was it.

He was skinny, of course, but there was this sort of muscle underneath...strong core, must be from how he sits...and there was this whispy black happy trail peaking out from above the towel. Dear god.

He saw how she looked at him. He assumed that it was another act...though she must be getting better at it.

The two of them left the bathroom to get dressed, her before him. She put on another silk slip, and he wore...basically the same thing, but with sweatpants instead of jeans.

"Sleeping tonight?"

"I will."

She smiles. "Can I please sleep with you again?"

He wants to say no...he should say no. "Fine."

the two settle in, back to back.

30 minutes later, when she's sure he thinks she's asleep, she rolls onto her other side, nuzzling her face into the back of his neck. Simple, innocent. Can't blame her, she's asleep.

L knows what's happening. He can't say it doesn't feel nice, that it doesn't send tingles up his spine, but it's still a ploy. He won't say anything. No matter what she does, no reaction will only lead to boredom, and eventual sleep on her part.

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It's been several more days, and (Y/n) can't help but be pissed. They were settled into bed for the night, her sleeping by him now a habit, and she was silently fuming. Everything she's thrown at him, the dreamy glances, the flirtatious remarks, her lacy underwear: all of it was ineffective. She feared the worst.

It couldn't be.

Was he...gay?

That was the only possible explanation for his disinterest!

"What," he asks lowly.

She's been staring for the past few minutes.

"Are you..."

He waits.

"Are you gay?"

He blinks. "Why do you ask?"

"Because you don't- you're not-" how does she explain this without giving everything away?

"Because I'm not fawning over you?"

He was annoyingly right. "Well- yeah! I mean, look at me!"

"Attraction is subjective."

"Pfft- not when you look like this." She gestures vaguely to her body.

...she was annoyingly right. "Perhaps I am gay."

She gives him a sidelong glance. He didn't sound very convinced of himself. "...no you're not."

"What does it matter, if I am or am not attracted to you? It won't change anything."

"Well, I think you're attractive."

"That's irrelevant."

"I think you are attracted to me. I think you're just trying to cover it all up, because you think I'm a criminal, and you're not supposed to be attracted to criminals. I think you want to fuck m-"

His lips crash onto hers, one of his big hands holding the nape of her neck to keep her against him. It's not very sensual, but it is passionate, incredibly so. When he finally pulls away, she's completely silent. "There. Is that all you needed?"

She stares at him. He stares at her.

She pounces, enrapturing his lips with hot, fervent kisses. He does nothing to stop her. His arm slides up her back, into the dip of the arch as she clambers into his lap.

It's a needy mess as they practically rip the clothes off of each other, first his shirt, then her slip, then his pants.

He leans forward, pressing her against his knees as he devours her neck.

He can feel her hips grinding hungrily against his, the growing amor an air that permeates and arouses.

She hooks two fingers in the band of his boxers. What were we working with?

She yanks them down, and...

Dear. Lord.

Long, veiny, blush pink at the mushroom tip. Oozing semi-translucent pre. That whispy black happy trail, leading to heavy balls.

She tentatively wraps a hand around the length, and with the way his hips involuntarily buck into her grip, craving something tighter and wetter, it's a clear sign of his lack of experience.

Her strokes were slow, teasing, her manicured nails standing out against the pale backdrop of his dick. He didn't moan or squirm, he barely made an expression. But his need was in his eyes. The way he watched her every movement, the drag of her now pre-cum covered hand as it pumped him.

Just as it started to get good, she released him. He didn't look away from his own member, watching as he twitched and oozed. It had been a while since he saw himself like that.

He only looked up when he felt her shift between his fingers, rising on her knees to pull down her panties. She was right in front of his face, the black lace slowly removed to reveal something that smelt obscenely sweet. She looked delicious, like she's plated up just for him. He wondered how...

As she got the panties halfway down her thighs, she felt something slither against her clit, a swirl of pleasure followed by confusion.

Looking down, she realized L had leaned in, and taken a taste of her by sliding his tongue through her folds. "Have you ever done this before?" She had to be sure...he was a little too good at this.

He looked up at her, and brought his hands to her bare hips to hold her still. "No."

With no reaction from her greater than a nod, he decided to test the waters even further. He locked his lips around her clit to give a slow but firm probing of his tongue. At the sound of her moaning, he knew he had done something right.

Meanwhile, as he curiously licked and suckled, she did her best to focus on finally getting her panties off. She had to eventually unsaddle from his lap, to his moderate disappointment, and shove them off her calves onto the floor.

When she got back into his lap, she didn't stand on her knees, so he could no longer taste-test. Thankfully, she was more than happy to kiss him sloppy as a replacement. He can barely focus with how her hand comes to adjust him, or how his tip slowly presses into the heat of her wet cunt.

She wastes no time taking him all the way in, the stretch maddeningly perfect, the way he brushes against her cervix nothing less than addicting.

"Mn...L," she gasps, setting a ruthless, needy pace that has him clutching her hips, the chain between them rattling.

The bounce of her tits, the heat of her skin, the rounded sounds of her moans: it was thoughtlessly addicting, carnal and needy in a way his other past times weren't.

He could get used to this.

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She woke up the next morning, sore and disoriented. She barely knew up from down. Probably because she was laying upside-down.

L might be the best she's ever had...and God, was he resilient. Round after round after round, like it was nothing. She glanced to the spot beside her. He was curled up, sound asleep. Sort of...cute.

If he weren't the detective out to get her father, she might consider a relationship with him.

She scanned his face, serene and softly snoring, hair still stuck to his forehead with a light sweat.

they did all of that in one night.

How much could they get done in two months?

[crispy-art-on-fire]

About your blitzprime child au, you said Blitzwing insisted that the sparkling is someone else's because yeah, Megatron would kill him if he knew Blitz "fraternized" with the enemy.

On to the subject of cross-factions relationships. I'm not sure how serious you want to take it, but this is something that crossed my mind after reading your AU. For both sides is considered very much treason.

For the 'Cons the penalty is death, no questions asked. So for Blitzwing to not divulge the identity of his sparkling's sire, not even to Shortstop makes sense. Megatron may not believe him, but he has no solid proof that the sire is an Autobot. Plus Blitzwing is too much of an important asset to dispose of him so easily.

Same can't be said for Optimus. For Autobots the penalty at best can be life prison at worst is execution, depending if said Autobot divulged to the 'Con any faction secrets.

Having a sparkling that leaves no arguing who the sire is...yeah, I feel like for Optimus to avoid offlining/incarceraton and his sparkling being at the complete mercy of Ultra Magnus he will have to lie through his denta about the conception of his sparkling. He can avoid being separated from Safetycrash if he claims the conception...was not consesual.

Which opens a new can of worms and issues for Safetycrash. Op ofcourse tells her the truth, but that doesn't stop the hurt she feels from how the Autobots treat her and vile things they call her.

Sorry if this idea makes you uncomfortable, I was curious to see how do you think this outcome would impact Optimus' relatioship with both Blitzwing and Safetycrash and everyone else?

"I know you did it to keep us safe but in doing so you turned my sire into a monster and me a monster's spawn."

Cw for discussions around rape, victim blaming and a lot of hurt/no comfort

It basically would make the default conflict worse, Safetycrash not only would be isolated as someone that doesn't fit into the system but also seen as culpable as her sire. Not only is she weird but her existence is an act of violence y'know?

Optimus' reputation would also be different, like team Prime knows the truth but for both of his and his sparkling's safety they can't argue. Like I wouldn't put someone like Sentinel to blame him for it and even if it didn't happen that still hurts. Optimus and Safetycrash's relationship is even more strained because even if she knows he was stuck between a rock and a hard place it's something that's an open wound in her life.

Blitzwing hearing about it... well they're split on the subject. If Optimus had just joined the Decepticons he wouldn't have to lie about it and they could've raised Safetycrash together and she wouldn't be treated as something unwanted. Wings can understand the necessity of what Optimus did while Blitz is resentful that it came to this. But Zing would be agitated going back and forth on whether or not Optimus actually was lying about Safetycrash's conception. Or that Optimus just never said anything while they were together.

Safetycrash deciding to run away here would actually come as a relief to like, everyone, since it breaks the stalemate of Optimus' smothering guilt over her situation and Blitzwing's longing to change it. Also Safetycrash is still determined to fix her parents relationship because at this point it's nuclear levels of radiating misery. Though the consequence of Blitzwing and Optimus re-establishing a relationship still has the threat of a guillotine over them.

Tldr: Things are now Worse.

[utilitycaster]

I do wonder if the nature of Vax's deal with the Raven Queen has made people imagine the gods as more transactional than they are, because I don't think that's the case, and specifically I think Orym went to Morri specifically because he knows this and knows she will make a concrete deal whereas the gods are unlikely to make a similar guarantee. Vax is actually a weird edge case exception, borne of the specific resurrection rules and the drama and details of the scene (in the Raven Queen's sunken temple, by the body of her former champion, a specific offer to the goddess of death of a life for a life) - and even then, she didn't take his offer the way he expected it, asking for a life of service instead of simply ending his life then and there.

When we look at the player characters who have received favors from the gods, this has largely happened in-game through player choices but not necessarily as part of a deal (the favors in Campaign 1; Fjord's relationship with the Wildmother though that does involve a paladin oath as, well, paladins do; FCG's worship of the Changebringer) or it's been part of the backstory as dictated by the player (Pike, Jester, Caduceus, Yasha). The only example where it simply happened, that I can think of, is Orym's sword, and that was a relatively minor boon (and he'd spoken to Melora before during EXU Prime as well).

Meanwhile, the messages characters have received from the gods this campaign have only come with either deities they already had fostered a relationship with (Deanna and the Dawnfather/FCG and the Changebringer) or have come from the players specifically opening that line of communication by going to the temple - Kord communicating with Imogen is the first instance of a god talking to someone who didn't speak first, and he does not actually ask anything of her so much as say he respects the storm vibe and if she betrays his worshipers he'll take action. The only people who have actually explicitly asked for action (do not let Predathos wake) are gods speaking to clerics who worship them; the Raven Queen has only offered broad visions and has not actually asked anything specific of the party, and has even provided answers to them unrelated to the current situation. Fearne's received portents from both the Raven Queen and the Wildmother for personal questions she's asked.

The gods can provide power - that is a fundamental aspect of D&D, just as one's bloodline or specific knack for music can provide power - but they rarely make specific deals. Even paladin oaths are nebulous and indeed don't even require a deity; cleric relationships have conditions but they are usually a very broad "do not actively go against the principles I, as an embodiment of concepts, embody." The transactional power? That's warlocks. There's a pact. You do what I say or I take the powers away. (Obviously we've seen a god serve as a patron, but the pact and paladin oath blur in that case - there's never been the punishment/reward system in Melora's patronage.)

With all that in mind, Orym's deal with Morri does not feel like a rejection of the gods, but rather a good understanding of how they operate vs. how a hag does.

[is-on-its-way]

My very definitely insane but perhaps accurate theory on Samuel (né William) Mulder's paternity.

(sorry but william scully doesnt have the same ring to it lalala)

okay so we know from the first ep in s6 that humanity has some latent alien DNA, and some people have that DNA activated? turned on? idk ykwim. Think gibson and that stigmata boy from air bud. My theory on mulder and scully is as follows:

Mulder has latent alien dna stronger than most people.

Scully (and her family possibly just the female members) has latent alien dna stronger than most people and also mulder.

Mulder's symptoms: he has a BA in psych from Oxford but his intuition on the causes of cases and perp motivations and [] are almost certainly due to the fact he has a connection with them, in some way mind reading adjacent. Like he gets a feeling in his stomach about what the situation is and goes with what he and scully would call intuition. there are plenty of funny as hell memes on this site about this. So it follows easily that when his DNA gets activated he is overwhelmed by everyones thoughts, Buffy Summers in Earshot style.

Scully's symptoms: she sees dead people... lol but honestly she sees her dad in season 1, she sees the dead multiple times in Elegy and it's not an omen of death bc she lived. She sees her daughter multiple times. She also sees a legit angel, and a demon or devil however you want to look at it, and I would argue an alien spirit? (old dude in amor fati) who maybe has been on earth waiting for the "chosen one" since his space ship landed in the garden of eden... (lol thats my most favorite of all my unhinged head canons)

Im gonna add the other scully's too

Maggie: she has prophetic dreams or feelings about things that are going wrong

Missy: girl is straight up tied into other realities and knows it and embraces it. I find it such good characterisation how her family treats this, that scully is shown to be scared of this and completely ignores the fact she is also tied into this ability.

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onto the paternity...

My unorthodox theory is that CSM had nothing to do with healing scully. Or magically giving her ovum out of nothing. En ami could technically be lifted right out, bc ew assault, or just disregard or believe csm was lying about the extra stuff cc retconned in the revival.

Enter the alien spaceship in cote d'ivore from the amor fati trilogy...

so Mulder touched an etching of a part of the ship and had his shit rocked (alien DNA activated) which begs the question, what would happen to Scully being that she actually touched the actual ship?

my theory? The ship has some sort of mystical power. If I was super spiritual or Melissa Scully id argue the ship gives what you deserve. In amor fati we see it bring back to life a bag of shrimps, zombify a dead man, and boil people like ocean soup.

Why then would we not assume scully touching the ship didn’t activate her very obvious not really latent, alien DNA? And what did she deserve? oh the world, but also to be healed. of cancer, and whatever those men did to her reproductive system.

Now you might say well mulder got superpowers but scully didnt? you said she was more powerful than mulder... and to that dear reader, I submit she did get an extra alien ability. We see the alien bounty hunter have all kinds of abilities, including healing mulders mother on her deathbed. I think Scully got that ability in addition to her old seeing ghosts thing.

The evidence? So, mulder on his deathbed, metal halo of faux thorns is dying of overactive alien abilities, his brain juices or something were transferred into that weird old man, but even I, a layman has trouble understanding how this would cure him of his overactive alien abilities. unless every bit of his Cerebrospinal fluid had been drained, which he'd actually probably just die, there is no way that surgery cured him of anything.

Enter Scully and the literal fairytale-esque tear on his face that wakes him from his sleeping-beauty slumber, and seemingly cures him all in one go. I posit Scully is now a healer on top of her ghostly abilities. but being terrified of the paranormal within her and possibly not knowing how to work them mulder is her only one, thus far.

So yeah, the ship cured her infertility and activated more latent alien abilities in her DNA, and she's so highly evolved she doesn't have the poor reaction to it that mulder does. Samuel Mulder or whatever you want to call him was their biological child with alien superpowers because both of them had activated alien abilities when they conceived him.

Anyway CSM has never been anything but pathetically inconsequential to me. So much so I think hes the one who is infertile. I could probably rant about it, but will spare you that for now... all I'll say is senator matheson is who mulders dad will always be to me. They look SO similar, the jawlines? Hello?

And so i rest my case.

[bettertwin1]

Hi, old follower here from before you had 100 followers. I've got a semi serious question for you.

When I first followed you, I got the impression that you were a RP blog, in the case where you would RP with your "brother" (bettertwin9000), so I followed the rules as such. But later on it seems that this blog is your persona? In terms of everything said to this blog is a personal question to you? It's a weird situation where people asking those intrusive questions make sense for a RP blog, but in a normal blog situation it makes it intrusive.

Tldr, I think many are confused if this is an RP blog or you having Leo as your persona, so can you confirm what this blog actually is?

OMG HI LONG TIME FOLLOWER!!

And, for the sake of things making a little bit of sense, as much as sense as we can manage, keep in mind that we have OSDD, we're a system-

PUTTING IT UNDER CUT CAUSE IT'S LONG 😅

At the start of the blog <- in which we were advertising it as a roleplay blog, it was being run by our host and partially by me though I had no clue what I was doing at the time and bettertwin9000 was being run by our partner <- (which btw, made for some strange asks)

We continued advertising it as a roleplay even when we began suspecting and having full breakdowns over the idea of being a system due to some little things and some big things and lots of research and therapy and blah blah BUT we kept going back on it cause tbh DID is a hard thing to accept and we didn't want it <- still don't

SO now I was trying to run the blog more all the while trying to keep us grounded, IGNORING the possibility of DID and thinking, nah, this is just a really bad cause of delusions and we NEED to get reality checked NOW.

But I ALREADY KNEW i'm not REALLY Leo from rottmnt, but I am him, I was formed from that guy, created? Idk. He made me in his own image type reference audio. WOW IM NOT EXPLAINING ANYTHING 😭😭 did I mention we have a tendency to overexplain <- but specifically for me in the case of explaining things that are hard to explain, ANYWHIZZLE.

We kept going back and forth, confirming and denying the conclusion "we have osdd" cause that's terrifying and while this was happening I was still trying to force us to post and interact and involve ourself in arcs for the sake of distraction from EVERYTHING happening irl and the blog kind of made it worse but in a light hearted way cause suddenly the asks became really gross, and I felt really gross.

Sure, maybe someone who was roleplaying Leonardo would have no trouble answering asks about dead relatives or near death experiences or villains that have physically harmed you and your 'siblings' or about my crippling inability to speak about feelings and whatever else people diagnosed me with on here but I was having trouble answering it, I was getting uncomfortable and I was feeling genuinely overwhelmed because everything that definitely would be great material for a roleplay account was making me just feel, bad. <- which wasn't great considering at the time, feeling bad was not something i could have been affording to do

SO at some point, I started putting boundaries, didn't explain why, just continued under the guise of hey, roleplay guy here, the intruvsive invasive asks about my family and my mental health and my anatomy is making me want to die so please stop andbonly ask fun stuff like idk, if i put salt in donnie's coffee sometimes and everyone was like, yes leonardo in unison.

Then I slowly started getting more adamant on pushing the narrative that I am LITERALLY Leo from the show cause pushing that seemed to really help with the questions, and then the roleplay blog became more like. A personal blog for some dude who happened to be a ninja turtle alter and it'd unfortunately gotten so out of hand that explaining this now kind of made us even more exhausted cause oh man, we might get fake claimed huh <- we had worse things to deal with, internet drama didn't need to be added to this.

Anyway, if you read through all that junk, i'm sorry 😭, but i think it helps explain why the impression of the blog is so confusing cause it was being run by two ppl, a host and an alter who were constantly trying NOT to be those things until pretty recently when we started accepting the fact that we have Osdd

SO TIMELINE.

The blog starts off as an rp blog by our host and I unbeknownst to us both

The blog is fun and we start gaining traction

We also start gaining more mental health problems and have a full breakdown multiple times on many different social medias

We push through to cope

We talk to the other blog runners who are systems <- (Mikey, Raph and at the time when their account was apart of this, April) and they kindly answer and guide us through some things

We start adding boundaries for my sake

We talk to other systems on other social media and they help us with more stuff

We talk to our therapist

We do a ton of research on top of old research we'd apparently already done before <- suddenly we have a long document with so much information

We tell no one about the discovery when we start accepting the possibility

More funny stuff ensue and personal life things happen <- #ONLYTHEREALONESKNOW!

The only announcement I ever make that i'm an alter are one off comments in tags or answers that I never address again until I make an intro post that says I'm an alter in a system

The blog is what now?

The blog is still a roleplay account. Sometimes, canceled arcs that we would have done would have been considered roleplay <- a canceled christmas arc. But usually, this is just a blog. Like, this is just a blog I use to entertain people and to get some of my thoughts out like a singlet would. It's both i guess, it's whatever I want it to be and whatever you guys consider it to be.

The blog is just, my blog, I don't know how else to explain it 😅😅

Also, Bettertwin9000 was pretty much going through the same thing at the time and fun fact, he is actually my "brother" cause he's a Donnie alter <- (yay!)

Shoutout to the host who has their own blogs that they never really post on! couldn't have done it without you! <- and the many kind individuals who gave us their research material and links and answered our questions and stuck w/ us through the most confusing part of OUR LIFE

Srry again if this didn't answer your question like at all by the way, i THINK it at least explained some things but you know 😭 SORRY IDK

[crystalmoon2020]

The Burning Bloom (MLP infection au)

Warning: mentions of blood and gore

How to not get infected or how to help from affecting others? You can wear gloves and mask, clean any wounds, keep a safe distance, have clean water and fresh food, in case you have a weapon, and make sure if you or someone else is sick please quarantine if you are experiencing all or few from the first stage, this also means their immune systems are weaken.

The Stages

Stage 1: burning of the mouth and throat, neaouses, vomiting, coughing , and insomnia.

Stage 2: diarrhea, vomiting/coughing blood, irritability, and burning goes down further within the body to the liver and stomach , eyes fully dilated

Stage 3: The previous symptoms will get worse over time, the infected will do anything to stop the pain by eating food, taking medicine, and even try to destroy their own bodies by removing their skin and even their organs due to the pain.

Stage 4: the pony isn’t there anymore, just ran away, losing fur/hair, some will have their eyes gone, and extremely skinny

Stage 5: Death from blood loss, starvation, organ failure (to the reminding organs), and hydration

Immunes: Alicorns (princess), Discord, King Sombra, and Peasues, this seems to only affect Earth ponies and animals

Ch1 The Patient Zero:

It began when Cheerlie took her young students into a forest as she watched her students laughing and playing around. She took a peak in the bushes where she was staying to see a few beautiful flowers and she did some reading about flowers which she called her students over. When the young ponies came around her , Cheerlie had asked them what do they think that the flower is which none of them knew what it is so the teacher said that this flower is called Chive Blossom that is eatable. Unknowingly this isn’t the Chive Blossom but a very dangerous flower that will do harm called Autumn Crocus and since they believe that it can be eaten, the teacher and most of the students are consumed it, but the only ones that didn’t eat it is Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, Babs Seed, Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon, and Twist. They knew that they shouldn’t eat something that is not the correct answer to it plus it’s weird to eat some flowers. Everyone went back to the school, they grabbed their stuff and went back home not knowing that this could be a lot worse at any moment.

Weeks went by, Cheerlie and some of the fillies and colts went to the hospital after experiencing burning, vomiting, having trouble sleeping, and coughing. Nurse Redheart couldn’t figure out why all sorts of ponies came in with the same symptoms and she learned that the teacher and young ponies were the ones that started it, by eating something that they shouldn’t have. She contacted Princess Twilight for this situation and when she arrived, Nurse Redheart explained everything that as she leads her to Patient Zeros which happened to be the fellies, clots, and Cheerlie when she asked about Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, and whoever that didn’t consumed it which Cheerlie told them that they never eaten the flower. She thanked them for answering her questions and asked Nurse Redheart to be prepared since it's spreading along with other nurses and doctors, if a way for a cure which they agreed to do. She asked Spike to send letters to the Princesses and the rest of her friends so they can be aware about the spread of infection. Before she can reach for her door, Twilight turns around to see the most heartbreaking look that this pony is struggling much worse than the patient zeros, she believes this pony’s body couldn’t handle it.

I looked at the pony with sadness but she knew that this pony was suffering and this pony turned its head to look at her with pure pain as I had asked the pony to go to the hospital immediately which the pony agreed to as they hurried to the hospital. I waited for her friends and the princess to arrive. Once I explain everything to them, they are all shocked and even scared so they are talking about the infection that is slowly spreading.

Ch2 The Warning to all:

I have been waiting to watch the warning on tv, or radios will play the video or voice to tell them about the infection that they give the name of The Burning Bloom Infection about it. It’s been getting worse within days of the outbreak. Everyone is getting worried or even fearful of the infection that’s spreading each day outward from Ponyvile. I know that I have to check on everyone in shelters or hospitals to see how they are holding up plus the princesses are trying their best to check on everyone to the point that even the villains are worried but most are in hiding not wanting to be infected. I even had some of them send me letters to see if everything is doing alright but it’s mostly from Discord who’s with Fluttershy in his dimension not wanting her getting hurt and he made sure that her animals are doing alright which she is grateful for. When I asked Discord if he did something by planting a dangerous plant, he disagreed that he planted that there and that I should ask Zecora about this plan which is what I’m going to do.

I waited and thought for so long that I needed to speak to Zecora, and I started to head that way to her hut in the Evergreen forest. Once I got there, Zecora looked highly ill as she noticed me as she says,” dont worry its not the burning bloom at all young one,” which made me relieved but curious what she is sick by. I started to ask her about the flower. Her answer shocked me. Zecora also thought that Discord did something, and she also saw these flowers, and never once touched or consumed it. Zecora said that she’s planning on going to the hospital to help to make a cure and also get checked by the doctor just in case her being ill is serious enough. I teleported myself and Zecora to the hospital as we walked in to see every nurse and doctor going crazy to help everyone while Nurse Redheart saw them as she hurried to them as she asked what’s the problem which Zecora asked to be tested to see if she was a danger or not. Nurse Redheart asked Zecora some questions about her conditions which she explained to the nurse what is and that her herbs didn’t really cure her, just soften the symptoms. The nurse tested the zebra to see what she can have and a couple hours later it came back that she just had the flu and that she’s going to have Zeora to stay here just in case it turns even more serious. I waved them farewell and that Zecora can get better so she can help out with the cure.

Ch3 Supplies:

It’s been months that this infection has spread like wildfire. I have been giving supplies to ponies and hospitals so that they don’t have to go out and I came across a very sad scene. The infected was Bon Bon and she was in the final stage of this infection and had sadly passed away, and I can’t help that Lyra is heartbroken about the loss of her lover. My friends asked me for updates which I can’t really give them one at the moment, but I know that I have to find this plant and give it to the hospital so they make a cure for it. Rainbow Dash also helps deliver supplies to other ponies when she has the time to do so. Dash will update me about the girls and sometimes AppleJack and Pinkie Pie will go out to give out some supplies.

I decided with Spike to go to the area where the flower had been spotted by Cheerlie and her students. I flew over to the spot and saw that there were flowers that I had seen as I put on some gloves on my hooves to extract the flower from the ground as I hurried to the hospital to solve this once for all even though it’s going to be awhile. Spike asked me some questions about the infection which I did my best to answer, but I can’t help feeling something is wrong about everything. I asked Spike to send the princesses a letter that I have received the flower and heading to the hospital to get it studied. I can’t help worrying about the school of friendship that I owned and I decided to let it become a shelter for those who need it and asked Spike to go around to get the girls and whoever they are sheltering to move there since they have more room if they wished to come there. I made it to the hospital and told one of the nurses/doctor that I have one of the flowers which they grabbed and hurried to the back with me following behind them. To see Zecora up and working with Nurse Redheart to try to make a cure or medicine to relieve the symptoms which they notice me and the other nurse with the flower in question which they seem very relieved. Zecora carefully took the flower from us and to test it all, as Zecora asked me if there’s more of this flower and I told them where it was.

Ch4 The Girls:

It was the next day, my friends well most of them decided to stay at the school which AppleJack thanked the invite but want to stay with her family, if necessarily they will rush over to stay at the school but sadly Rarity died protecting Sweetie Bell which she blames herself for her sister’s death and been crying every night and have nightmares about Rarity’s death. I tried my best to cheer her up with anything and I let Apple Bloom and Scoot come to visit her which makes her very happy to see her friends. The sad part is both girls had to have weapons in case. Scoot had asked Rainbow if she could stay at the school to be there for Bell which Dash had agreed but if the school became overrun she must return to home. Pinkie Pie along with Ms. and Mr. Cake decided to be the cook for everypony within the school so that everyone will have a fair share with food and drinks. AppleJack and her family will take food supplies to the school and rest in town who are safe from the infection.

Yesterday, when I went to check on the patient zeros to see everyone either dead or reaching stage 5 which is sad to see them suffering from the infection. I didn’t break the news to the family, because the hospital already gave the horrible news to their families. They have been collecting the flowers with some helpers which are Starlight Glimmer, Sunset Shimmer, Dr. Hooves, and Sunburst. The people that are guarding the castle and school are Flash Sentry, Wonderbolts, and Tempest Shadow. Everyone is either helping at Apple Farm, or sheltering other ponies. They will send messages or spoke to me about updates about anything which did help a lot.

Ch5 Sadness:

I went to the school to check on everyone there first to see how things are going to see every guard near the entrances and on top of the building as they let me in to see how things are going as I went to see Pinkie Pie to see her cooking with Sweetie Bell helping around. I can tell that Bell is still depressed about her sister is just hiding it so I came up as Pinkie sees me and welcomes me to the kitchen when I asked about both the Cake which Pinkie answer me with that Ms. Cake caught a cold sometime over a few weeks which turns out she had the burning blossom and hopes of defeating it, as Mr. Cake is watching over Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake with the help of Cheese Sandwich. She also told me that Apple Bloom is staying here so AJ won’t be stressed even though she’s still is and the Apple family has been dropping off resources to the school and castle. I explained to her that we have find the flower that been infecting the ponies and the hospital is studying it and I’ll be going over there for a long time which Pinkie seems to be happy that we are getting closer to finding the cure but at the same time worried and yet she tried to hide it.

Once I reached the castle after checking on everyone else, I received a letter from Princess Celestia about getting rid of the infected ponies if there are no hope of saving from this and I was shocked that the princesses are doing this but I’m not sure about this. I told Spike about the plan that was sent to me which he also was shocked that something like this is also happening but at the same time he agreed it’s for the best to put them out of their misery. I heard banging outside of the castle as we looked at each other before walking towards the entrance to see something horrifying. There stood Fleur with her head barely hanging on with some sort of weird laugh and she’s trying to break the door down to get in as I ready my magic but I was too late. Fleur broke in as Spike jumped in front of me and protected me from getting bitten. I heard the most heart wrenching scream from Spike then gurgling as I turned my head to see that he’s being eaten alive as I alarmed those in the castle to run towards the school of friendship or apple farm since there’s an infected pony within the castle. Every pony runs out while Fleur is too busy eating Spike with tears in my eyes. I also followed suit to get away from the castle with guards following in case they needed to protect us from harm.

Ch6 Getting Rid of the infected with some help:

We have received a letter from Twilight about Spike’s death who tried to protect her from harm and her castle has been overtaken by the infected and that she’s at the school that she built. She even told us about possibly finding the cure for this infection. Princess Luna looked over her sister and Cadence with her husband and daughter. We were talking about how to stop this spreading to other kingdoms so Princess Celesita sent a letter to the other princesses and princes about the infection and how to stop it from spreading. Princess Luna sighs as she tells them that she thinks it's for the best to have some of the villains to help them to get rid of the infected ponies. They agreed but pondered who would help them with this. Out of nowhere they heard someone shout at them,” DO YOU WANT TO EXPLAIN WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!” They turned to see King Sombra walking towards them with a hint of annoyance as they waited for him to calm down which eventually he did. Luna explained to him what has been happening and that it’s spreading quickly since these unknown flowers have been appearing recently. King Sombra looks at them with a bit of annoyance about this infection but agrees to help them out until this hell is over with.

They put on some armor so they won’t get bitten by the infected ponies as they ordered the guards to kill the infected if they ever get close to the castle or any noninfect ponies as well. Shining Armor stayed behind with Flurry Heart to stay away from the infection. The princess and Sombra have been gone for hours. It's almost midnight, when they came back to see them covered in blood which is relieving to most of the guards within the castle. Luna can hear Nightmare speaking to her along with Daybreaker to Celestia about having half control of their bodies which both told them to let them think on it which they agree on.

Ch7 Nightmare Moon and Daybreaker:

Princess Celestia and Luna decided to let their darkside to have half control so they won’t let their emotions get in the way of killing their infected citizens. Princess Cadance did notice that their eyes are sharp, almost cold stare, different highlights in their mane like for example Princess Luna seem to have a darker type of blue and black highlights and for Celestia’s hair seems to have orangish/redish highlights. KIng Sombra did notice the changes within the other two princesses but he didn’t really care about it since it’s not his concern about it. Discord will randomly pop in with Fluttershy to give updates to them. I also have been giving updates about the infection so let them know we are working on the cure. I have been visiting as well and I have noticed the differences between Luna and Celestia.

I have been sending letters to my parents to have updates on me and Shining Armor, so they won’t be worried and try to visit us when they can get infected. The stress of getting the cure ready within the hospital’s lab has been getting to me and I have been quiet about the princesses plan about killing the infected. Hopefully this cure will work, it just has to work.

Ch8 The Process of Antidote Failed:

The nurses and myself have been working nonstop to get the cure ready to test it on one of the first stages of the infected pony which happened to be Tree Hugger who's coughing and throwing up with a fever. I carefully extracted the liquid into the syringe and walked towards the patient as I placed into one of her veins to see how it goes and I left the containmention room that had TreeHugger in to go to the monitor room to watch what will happen to them. Nothing really happen at first but she started to scream in pain and started to cough up blood, also it seems that her skin is slowly coming off as we watched in shock of the outcome as i asked the nurses to check that bottle of cure to see what went wrong with Zecora and the rushed to the lab to see what was the error. Then things turn for the worst as Tree Hugger screams that her skin is burning as I watched in horror as she started to rip her skin to the point her bones and organs are showing as she laughs. At the end, I ordered to have her put down and taken out of her mistry, but I can’t help feeling extremely guilty that she was in horrible pain.

I walked out of the monitoring room into the lab as Zecora explained to me that there was a missing compendont with the antidote. I asked them to remake it and dispose of the faulty antidote which they quickly did. I told the nurses I’ll be back tomorrow and I walked out of the lab and headed back to the school to my office to make some notes and a video journal about this and update if needed. I still have been sending letters to my parents but they haven’t been writing back for some reason. I was waiting worried that they were infected or harmed in some way so I asked a few of the guards to check on them.

Ch9 The Antidote is here:

I came back to the lab to help finish up with the antidote and it turns out my parents are doing alright and they are heading to a shelter to get safe from the infection. We have been testing the cure for a while now and it seems that it’s been working so far and I got excited about it. I sent a letter to the princesses and shipped the antidote to them so they could give it to the ponies. I put the antidote in the food and drinks to the shelter that they have left as they gotten a better over time and the guards plus the wonderbolts been darting or shooting the antidote into the infected who haven’t been lost to the infection but it needs to under the stage 4 infection and it won’t work on those who are stage 4 and stage 5.

I was smiling a little bit to the point that I was lucky that Ms. Cake was stage 2 when we gave the antidote because each stage will take a few weeks each stage to come through. I told Mr. Cake and Pinkie Pie to keep their eyes on Ms. Cake and not to let her pull any hard work which they nod their head in understanding. I have been giving it to the other kingdoms so things can get better and decided to leave the antidote notes with the hospital and Zecora in case this same infection appears again. I visited the other princesses to also give them the instructions on how to make the antidote which they are thankful for and I told them I know that this is what Spike would have wanted, not just me. I walked back to my castle to see every guard waiting for the next order which I told them to go back to the original orders which all of them agreed to do. Tempest stayed by my side, she knew what had happened to Spike and she took my shoulder to cry on and got rid of the dead infected bodies. I have also ordered a massive cleaning for not just here but also around the world which all of them agree to do the cleaning to get rid of the infection and extraction of the deadly flower.

Ch10 Slowly getting better:

It’s been a year, the reports of the infection rate are going down and King Sombra keeps surprising me with his visits to my castle with my friends. The Cake family adopted Sweetie Bell into their family which did make the young one very happy because Sweetie had gotten attached to them and Pinkie Pie. I heard laughter outside or around the castle and the school of friendship had gone back to being a school. The students are happy to be coming back to the school and Sweetie Bell has been seeing the counselor and therapist to help with her sister’s death. We have successfully removed the flower that caused this mayhem of the infection. The cleaning has also been successful in that the place is clean from blood, gore, and dead bodies from everywhere, and gives a memorial for everyone. The bodies are put in the same hole and the memorial has the names of all infected names on it.

The contamination of food and water has been new as ever. As we tossed the old stuff out and burned it as well, the water went through a lot of steps to be drinkable. Me and the mayor decided to give everypony some money to rebuild and get some things that are a necessity to them. I see that everyone is smiling and waving up at me which I acknowledge as they run away from the castle.

The End:

Everyone that had a new career path from their previous one because it hurt so much for them to stay there for personal reasoning. We decided to take down the elementary school where Cheerlie had been teaching since it's also where the infection ridded from. The School of Friendship will be classes that will house the young ponies until a new building is built. Sweetie Bell continues to live with the Cake family and help around the bakery when she isn't with friends and school. There are no reports of the infection at any kingdom since the antidote was given to them.

[the-solvers-heart]

Welcome to the Murder Drones side blog’s pinned post!

Side blog to @fluffymuffincentral

This is where I’ll be telling my story, The Solver’s Heart, a story where a murder drone and her friends try to find a way out of following Cyn’s orders and maybe even take the solver down in the process. Alongside the story, this is where I’ll post bonus Murder Drones content like fanart and animations!

WARNING: if you have not read the blog description, this blog will contain blood (most likely drone oil 99% of the time, but close enough), violence, and possibly even death (and horror if I can learn how to draw it). This may also include spoilers for Murder Drones and its lore if you have yet to watch the series. (Any posts pertaining to my story will be properly tagged with TWs and hidden under a cut if I can learn how to do that)

Refs:

The original murder drone squad (before M left)

open for interactions:

-System

INTERACTION RULES! PLEASE READ!

The three strike anon rule: anon asks are on, but if the privilege is abused three times, I turn anon asks off. There is a chance to earn them back but it would take time

Strike count: 0

Any asks that aren’t interactions may be sent to my main blog!

You can

Ask the available characters questions about themselves, ask them questions about the current situation, interact with your ocs, give them information (they may not believe you though), try certain words or phrases (you may trigger a secret, ooooo)

YOU CANNOT

Be weird or creepy, interact with the characters in any way that’s inappropriate (I am a minor, please do not), force the characters into doing anything (they will respond how they respond), use someone else’s oc for interaction without their consent, send anything that isn’t an interaction on this blog. Any non interaction asks are to be sent to the main blog unless I am hosting an ask event here, like one word asks or ask games

Story chapters

Chapter one: memory-file-9/15/3018-11:45PM.mp4

Chapter two: Hunting Day

Chapter three: Message Inbox

[bowl-of-shortness]

In the Academy of Death, what are Oz and Qrow's first impressions of each other and how do their opinions change as they get closer (if they change at all lol)?

Qrow finds Oz particularly strange when they first meet, though he finds him to be a comforting presence due to him being generally very friendly to both Qrow and Oscar along with helping them around the academy and making them feel welcome (altho both attribute this to him just doing his job as a headmaster)

Qrow’s not sure why, but he’s used to people being rude to him, so when the other souls in the academy or even the teachers are rude to him, he doesn’t really care.

But kindness feels weird and he kinda clings to that as much as he doesn’t want to.

After the revelation that only one soul could be given a second chance, and the others lost to the realm of purgatory, Qrow takes it upon himself to try and convince Oz to do otherwise. He’s pissed, sure, but he also still sees Oz as a good person who’s probably just following the rules of his predecessor.

So he doesn’t yell at him or berate him, more just aggressively questions why Oz is doing what he’s doing.

The week after the incident, he calls Qrow to his office to talk to him. Qrow, of course thinking that this is about his demerits, isn’t too happy to be there until Oz explains that he thought over what Qrow said. And that, while he’s uncertain, he will change the rules so that the system is more fair to everyone.

And also changes the trials to be more of a test to see if they’re ready for the living world instead of to try and make them regain their lost memories of their lives.

Ozpin doesn’t pay Qrow or Oscar much mind until he notices their merit and demerit scores. Merits and demerits are a system used to track the behavior of the students, it doesn’t necessarily do anything, but staff are instructed to work with the ones with the most demerits to make them better people in case one of them becomes the soul to get a second chance. Demerit holders are also watched much more closely to ensure they aren’t hurting anyone as they typically are the worst of the worst types of people.

Hence why he finds Qrow so interesting.

Qrow, very early on, lands himself the title of “most demerits of his class”. And yet, once Oz looks at his records, he wasn’t really that bad of a person. More, he was a person who had to do bad things in order to get by.

He doesn’t seem to get the demerits intentionally. He seems to be caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. But also he just happens to have a bit of a mouth on him and doesn’t take kindly to authority (specifically authority that see themselves as better than other people or as superior due to their position).

And he learns just how much he doesn’t take kindly to authority taking advantage of people after Oz announces that only one person will be able to be given a second chance.

He finds Qrow’s questioning to not just be a surprise (because nobody’s really questioned him like that in the past) but also slightly frightening. Keeping in mind that the man is taller than him and also probably a lot stronger than him, he would prefer not to be in this situation.

So Qrow ends up accidentally scaring him oops. But ultimately he thinks about it and decides to change the rules

Afterwards he gains a lot of respect for him, he has the audacity to challenge him and ultimately changed things for the better for everyone.

So, he’s still pretty interested in him hehe

[tobiasdrake]

Dear goddess, I hope my ward isn't just like me.

We're really doing this. All of us. In an infinite loop of the same noble quest, maintaining the same cycles that screwed us. Does the Demon King know that he's a prop? We don't even fight him; He just shows up to burn the village and set the wheel in motion.

Or is he the one doing this? Because the Time Shards cry Resh'an but the corrupted flesh abominations of Butt Gravy and the Acolytes cry Aephorul. But also, this could just be another one of their "games".

Oh. I mean, I guess it was surprising that he--

Oh, fuck. He died, huh? It got too hard so he gave up and let death take him.

HOLD UP WHAT

YOU were sending Quarble to me!? I thought that just. Like. Happened automatically.

...

So. Level with me. How hard was it to refrain from laughing hysterically when I introduced Quarble to you way back when?

I mean, it's been more than ten seconds so I'm sure we have time to shoot the shit. Soldier Boy's roasty-toasty by now. Not like it matters. He's not the first Messenger to meet a terrible fate; Monkshroom didn't exactly finish her journey. So there has to be a system for replacing them.

Okay, but. Hear me out here: Do we? What is even being accomplished here? Is this just, like, a Time Prison to keep the Demon King in? Do we even know? Does anybody know?

My dude, that ship sailed the moment I found out you were a previous incarnation of my dumb ass.

Would it even still be there? Barn Door Tazers was pretty adamant about wanting to claim it for the Demon King.

Again, this situation has happened before. I don't know why we wouldn't--

Yep, Scroll's gone. Is anything even written on it to begin with? It's not like anything matters. Can't we pick some guy at random and give him... Hm....

That staff with the purple orb looks neat. Let's give him that and call it the Wand of Infinite Bullshit. We can cook up some lore about the wand empowering him to receive all these powerups I have in jars under the desk.

Trust me, these fucking rubes don't question shit.

Fuck me. Of course the guy not present for the meeting is the one getting volun-told. Should have seen that coming a mile away. That is, like, Playground Rules 101.

You're just mad that I wanted to tell Luana stories instead of your philosophical ramblings, aren't you?

It's a good fable, and a strong spiritual successor to some of the greatest myths in the history of party-based adventure tales!

Oh, you did find it. Weird that the Demon King's minions would just leave it there. I guess they really are just playing their part.

That's fine. I hated the blue robe look anyway. I'm supposed to dress just like everyone else at this party when I have a cool hat going unworn? Fuck no.

[xehcainam]

The Rose Quartz sits weird w me. She was basically deified by those who remembered her, and was ultimately originally a member of the villainous characters. She didn't personally gussie up anything. She was a character who made mistakes bc of her previous lack of awareness, hurt lots of folks in the process, and then had to reconcile the selfishness of leaving her child to deal w those mistakes bc she literally could not exist with him.

Rose Quartz herself is an unreliable narrator for sure, but it's the surviving characters who create the narrative about her. Most of what we see of her is making war decisions as Rose, her struggle both under the diamonds and as she understood being Pink Diamond meant destroying worlds, and grappling w how her choices affected others and the damage it left. She is unreliable bc she is in a weird situation, playing a war game, and has to make educated guesses on the best moves to make. When you are unlearning multiple systems of abuse or oppression, you do not always make the right choice, and you hurt yourself or someone else. It's not a pass; but that's not setting a doily stop war crimes. Her story, or one interpretation, is one of how hard it is to break away from systems of abuse engrained from childhood.

She absolutely does not open up to or admit anything she did, especially directly to characters like Greg or Garnet, and hurts those in her found family even after her death. That kind of thing happens IRL, esp in abusive families.

I feel so nuts when other folks describe RQ, I question if we watched the same show a lot of the time. There is a lot of depth and complexity and so many people see her as this borderline flippant brat who just wantonly made choices and then flitted away to leave Steven to manage it. She's not even alive to make a narrative anymore. She's gone.

I feel like many people have a fundamental misconception of what unreliable narrator means. It's simply a narrative vehicle not a character flaw, a sign that the character is a bad person. There are also many different types of unreliable narrators in fiction. Being an unreliable narrator doesn't necessarily mean that the character is 'wrong', it definitely doesn't mean that they're wrong about everything even if some aspects in their story are inaccurate, and only some unreliable narrators actively and consciously lie. Stories that have unreliable narrators also tend to deal with perception and memory and they often don't even have one objective truth, just different versions. It reflects real life where we know human memory is highly unreliable and vague and people can interpret same events very differently

[jewishbarbies]

genuine question here, from someone who is… impartial towards all the Luigi hype people, what’s the difference between celebrating the death of a CEO who has indirectly killed so many people in the US vs celebrating the deaths of terrorists such as Osama Bin Laden and Yahya Sinwar? Why is celebrating the death of Brian Thompson seen as bad, yet celebrating the death of the two I mentioned, as well as others like them, seen as good?

Because I remember visiting the Israeli subreddit and r/jewish when sinwar died and people were celebrating it. Yet when poor citizens are celebrating the deaths of those who have indirectly killed us, they’re being seen as radical fanatics to you guys???

Same as when those pagers went off on Hezbollah in Lebanon, I saw many Jewish and Israeli people happy about that????

Like I’m genuinely confused, I’m not asking this to troll or to be bigoted or anything, I’m genuinely stumped as to why wanting the rich to be “eaten” is now looked at in a bad way to you guys.

i'm gonna pretend this IS a genuine question and ignore the "you guys" everywhere. honestly you could've left it at the first paragraph and it probably would've been fine. "eat the rich" is all fine and dandy when it accompanies rational thought, and it doesn't anymore.

first, greedy ceo does not equal the level of personal crime of a high level leader of a terrorist org. i need to know that you know that. these men personally ordered murders, rapes, torturing, to thousands of people over many many years. you can argue that morally "it's all the same" because of indirect deaths all you want, but it simply isn't, and it's frankly weird to me to compare them at all because of just how different it actually is.

the ceo should've rotted in a prison cell for the rest of his life for corruption and a number of other obvious crimes, and many other people working at that company deserve to rot as well. the problem with vigilante justice like this specifically is that justice will never actually be served. you killed the ceo, congrats. there's now a new ceo and they're doing the same thing as usual like it didn't happen. what did you achieve? did anyone face consequences? did anything change at all? in fact, the company and healthcare community in general in doubling down and probably even more apathetic. you didn't DO anything. cut off one head and two more grow back and now you're right where you fucking were but worse bc now rational people despise you, so what are you celebrating?

in the long term, this will just be a blip. the ceo death does not mean anything because, again, the company is doing business as usual (fuck, they were doing it minutes after he was shot) and the people celebrating have no fucking plan. when a military takes out a terrorist leader, there's a plan in place for after, for next targets or just the next play. what is the plan HERE? people are talking about a class war and claiming this is going to start their hunger games revolution but they're putting the face of an upper middle class white guy who also benefits from the healthcare system and qualifies as 'elite' by leftist definition on fucking t-shirts and calling it a day.

the people celebrating this death have proven they're not intelligent enough nor mature enough to do so without losing a screw and falling into the leftist honey trap of us vs them groupthink that got us in this mess societally to begin with. again, if you give yourself permission to start killing people you deem bad, who's next? where does it end? what is to stop you from then deeming anyone you want 'bad' and executing them? you're not immune to propaganda and you sure as fuck aren't immune to this. this isn't some funny haha meme situation. the only people who actually suffer from that thinking is minority groups, groups that these same celebrating people have shown for over a year now that they can't be normal about and harbor serious bigotries toward.

excuse the fuck out of me if my jewish self is disapproving of an ideology that's been used to genocide my group for hundreds of years, and threatens to do the same to many others, because i can see the writing in blood on the wall that you choose to ignore. but i have to walk past it every day and i don't get the choice to look away.

[awoogayanderes]

TAKING CARE OF THEIR SICK S/O

➪ request : “Can i request Dazai, tecchou and fyodor taking care of their sick s/o please?” - anonymous

➪ other notes : i remember writing the same prompt for gon and killua from hxh ahh such a cute prompt i love it

Osamu Dazai :

- he immediately assumes something’s wrong with you when he sees you sniffling

- he asks you how you’re feeling, wanting you to tell him that you’re feeling sick

- he will bother you until you accept his help

- he dramatically says that sickness has taken over you and it was his duty as a knight in shining armor to help you

- due to the lack of his cooking skills, he orders you soup, while it won’t taste too good, he knows it’ll help soothe your throat

- this man gets so clingy when you’re sick, not wanting to leave your sight

- he does the little things to make sure you’re okay, like not turning the ac too cold or not letting you sleep with too many blankets

- he takes (even more) days off of work to make sure you’re back to normal

- he also babies you a lot, saying that he loves you, it gets to the point where you cringe a bit too much wanting to gag but also laugh at his corniness

- overall sick experience is 8/10, he’ll make sure you heal very quickly but he can be a bit dramatic about the situation

Suehiro Tecchou :

- it’s easy for him to notice but he doesn’t put all the pieces together all at once

- once he sees you blowing your nose too many times he starts questioning asking if there’s anything he can do to help

- even if you say no, he doesn’t take his eyes off of you, paying attention to your sickness

- once he starts actually helping you, he’ll be as attentive as he’s ever been, remember when he looked at a pile of ants for 8 hours in the manga, yeah well imagine that but with yourself

- knowing this man, he most definitely gave you many concoctions of whatever the hell was in the kitchen, surprisingly one if his concoctions work, and that’s lemon with honey

- he’s also one clingy man when you’re sick, and since he’s not naturally clingy like dazai it’s a bit more relaxing rather than overbearing

- though there are some weird moments where you’re on the toilet and tecchou is sitting on the counter, making sure absolutely nothing happens to your delicate state

- he physically can’t take any days off of work due to him being a hunting dog but he always makes sure to call you to check up on you

- i feel like tecchou doesn’t get sick often and when he does he toughens it out, but with you, he acts as if it’s in your everyday life

- overall sick experience is 9/10, only semi negative part about him is his odd concoctions but other than that he’s such a caring bf

Fyodor Dostoyevsky :

- he doesn’t realize that you’re sick as he’s consumed into his work

- but when he starts seeing you hoarsely cough and repeatedly trying to clear your throat, he demands to know if you’re sick

- he won’t do much himself to help you out but he has ivan supervise you

- with ivan taking care of you he’s sure you’ll be in better condition soon, after all you’re in the best care (that he can find and trust)

- in the few moments he’s actually with you, he brings you some ginger tea, it was the least he could do he supposes

- he won’t cling to you, he’ll proceed as normal, besides his immune system is already weak as it is, he doesn’t want to get sicker by sharing germs with you

- if you’re in his office, he allows you to hold his hand as long as you’re not too sniffly, he’ll never say it but he enjoys your company even with your puffy face and droopy eyes

- yeah he’s not slacking off of his work for you, it’s something you’ve unfortunately come to understand, his work is his pride and unless you’re on your death bed, nothing changes

- surprisingly this man occasionally babies you when you’re sick, well babying you is too extreme, it’s more like condescending word play, calling you stupid in a soft tone

- overall sick experience is 5/10, while he has someone else take care of you, he’s not much help unless you want to be with him

[kkochigomi]

cynics; jns

part vi

masterlist

words; 7.1k

genre; angst & smut

warnings; hate comments mentioning suicide, revenge porn(?), depictions of rotting food, vomiting, sex w/ Jungwoo again, choking, rough sex, long dick!Jungwoo

preface; This took to long because I rewrote this about a dozen times and I'm glad I did. If I released that first idea I had, it would've been real bad lmao. I'm really proud of this chapter and if it flops more than usual I will experience a tragic ego death. Also first full smut scene whoo! It still feels weird putting on in this fic...

"you stupid piece of shit"

"rot in hell!"

"you should just fucking kill yourself"

"you'll pay for what you did"

Johnny couldn't focus on anything else. He tried to get more information but his phone kept buzzing. His shaky fingers turn off notifications for all the social media apps on his phone. No way those fucking idiots did this.

After getting no valuable information, Johnny opted to distract himself. No amount of video games, movies, or books could do the job. His heart never slowed. His hands wouldn't stop shaking. The words he was sent kept cutting through each thought. They have no proof it was YangYang or his friends, but a couple of streamers at the party reported seeing Naeun with YangYang, Lucas, and Johnny that night. YangYang seems to be public enemy number one since he was seen entering and exiting the bathroom by multiple witnesses. The biggest nail in the coffin being Dejun.

He was never involved in drama. When he was dragged into it, he approached the situation with objectivity and empathy. There were very few streamers unanimously loved and respected by the community. Whether it be their fandom, content, or questionable takes, there's always a caveat. Not Dejun. Everyone trusts Dejun.

"I did see her leave the bathroom with YangYang. Listen, I don't know much about the people involved. I don't want to stir up drama so carelessly like this, but there were only streamers at that party. Someone is responsible for this... disgusting deed and they should be held accountable. This could ruin Naeun's life. I don't care what you think about her or her content, this is completely unacceptable."

It was his biggest stream to date. This was one of the biggest scandals to hit the platform. This was bad. Extremely fucking bad. And it somehow got worse.

"What? What group chat?" Dejun searches google for everyone to see. Tens of thousands of people watch in awe as the shocking news is revealed. "There's a group chat for sharing female streamers' nudes?" Dejun raises his voice, face contorting in revulsion. "The source says it was started by streamers..."

That's when all hell broke loose. People had already made up their minds that YangYang took the pictures. Screenshots show the culprit confirming they were taken at the party. But now there were more culprits to be caught, and the pitchforks were out.

For once, the parasites had left Johnny's home. The one time he was afraid to be alone with his thoughts. How could they do something so reckless? So foolish? So rotten?

And Johnny associated himself with people like this. Let them in his house. Like it was instinctual, Johnny's eyes move toward the black sludge on the floor. His house was a pig sty. The smell was stomach wrenching. His flowers had all wilted. He stumbles toward his fridge, eyes watering as soon as he opens the door. He pinches his nose as he watches a hoard of flies flee from the rotting food. Unable to take it anymore, Johnny keels over, retching into a nearby garbage can. His stomach lurches as he empties its scarce contents. The smell of the garbage is no better. He can't escape the smell of rot as he heaves.

He continues to dry heave with nothing left to purge from his system. Unable to lose the overwhelming nausea.

-

You refresh Naeun's Twitter profile again. Her last update was the night of the party. You refresh again, unable to ignore the sinking feeling when no new tweets come up. You started following her on Twitch to see if you'd get a notification for a stream. Nothing.

"Whenever you feel up to it, consider telling your part of the story. No pressure."

It seemed like a no-brainer. Naeun probably feels alone right now. Her silence is beyond worrying. So why isn’t the ‘okay’ rolling off your tongue? Why does your face pinch up at the thought of doing so?

You feel even more guilty looking at your notifications. You’ve grown by thousands of followers. Your comment sections are all filled with love. You’re thriving.

“Our audience really loved you and we’ve been thinking, why don’t you join the Dreamies?”

No matter how much you tried, you couldn’t give anyone a clear answer. You couldn’t give yourself one. Touching either subject felt like touching fire. The more thought you put into it, the more you felt like recoiling from the subject altogether.

You refresh Naeun’s account again, letting out a heavy exhale at the lack of an update.

-

"I know you're still not happy with me after what I said that day." After a long, suffocating silence, Jisoo finally speaks, making you pick your head up.

"I don't really like how we left things either."

"Jisoo, I told you it's fine." You don’t look directly at her, just in her general direction.

"You don't want to talk about it, I can tell, but we have to. I don't like how I worded it, but there's a point at the core of what I said that I need you to understand."

You shut your eyes, face tense.

"I made it about me being frustrated with your relationship with those guys and I shouldn't have. The point I tried to make is this worrying cycle. No matter how poorly they treat you, you somehow end up around them. I don't think you've put enough thought into that." Jisoo leans closer to you from her spot on your bed, placing her hand on your knee. Her sincerity is difficult to ignore, it's difficult to keep up your guard. You still try, tensing up from her touch. You didn't want to have this talk. Not right now with all this going on.

"All the times I've run into them after I broke things off were not my doing. If anything they somehow end up around me." The lie was big enough to linger in your mind long after you spoke it. She didn't know you invited them in that night. She didn't know you were briefed about their presence at the party. There was a loud insistence in your mind that there was nothing to address. The sheer existence of the lie muffled that insistence.

Jisoo opens her mouth, hesitant to say what's on the tip of her tongue. "With the Naeun situation-"

"Ugh- Fuck! I don't want to talk about this! My pictures aren't in that group chat! YangYang didn't touch me! This has nothing to do with me!" You insist defensively. The root of the defensiveness perplexed you. If what you said was true, what was there to be defensive about? Never mind your trembling hands and increased heart rate. And that horrible feeling you got after saying the situation had nothing to do with you was formidable.

"Please, just listen!" Jisoo urges. She clenches her eyes shut, biting her quivering lip. "Who knows how many other girls there are? How many more girls are at risk to end up like Naeun?"

Her words gnaw at you, deepening the ache the guilt already caused. "Jisoo, I can't bring myself to understand why you're forcing me to think about this."

"It's because I think you're staying quiet to protect them." Jisoo answers quickly. She swallows hard. That feeling that she's hurting you is back, and without her frustration, it stings a lot more. "You have to understand that saying that is not easy. But you see now why I'm so worried, right? There is so much on the line if you stay quiet, but you're so adamant about it that my mind only went to one place." Jisoo says in a delicate voice.

"No. Absolutely not." You state bluntly. On the surface, it was downright ridiculous. What would you gain from protecting them?

"Okay, that's a relief," Jisoo breathes, "I just want you to think about it, okay?" She rubs your back and you nod. "And... just remember. The girls are probably afraid to speak up because they don't want their pictures to be leaked as well."

You grow rigid again when she brings the topic back up. "You don't have any material they can blackmail you with. Just... promise me you'll think about it?"

There it is. More reason for you to feel ashamed of not speaking up. There’s no excuse.

The air grows cold between the two of you and you pull away from her, all to Jisoo's dismay. "Can you leave, please? I'd like to be alone." You murmur.

Quietly, Jisoo stands from your bed. Once she reaches your door, she turns back to say something but decides against it. After you hear two sets of doors close you let out a shaky exhale. You ball your fists, trying and failing to contain your paralyzing concern.

-

"Look what I found!" You sing before flashing a toothy grin. Clasped in your fists were two bunches of pink and white larkspurs. Johnny gasps, pushing himself off the concrete ledge onto the plush grass.

"Oh my god... where did you find these?" He asks, excitement gleaming in his eyes. He cups his hands around your fists, gazing fondly at the flowers.

"That garden we saw out the window! Do you remember? Seventh grade?" You giggle, blissfully unaware of what you just admitted to. Johnny shouts your name before moving one hand to cover his mouth.

"So you stole?" YangYang stands from the spot he was sitting next to Johnny, an amused smirk on his face. You look at him, this stranger that just accused you of a crime, in disbelief.

"I did not! I mean... I did! But they won't even notice! They had tons! Show-offs." You counter defensively before blowing hair out of your face with a hardy puff of air.

"Yeah, that's still stealing. I didn't know the friend he's always going on about was a thief." His smug face still suggested he found humor in your reaction to his accusation.

"Who is this... guy?!" You turn your head slowly to look at Johnny with a bewildered expression.

"This is YangYang. And this is the girl I was telling you about." Johnny says, still pensive about the questionably acquired flowers.

"I kinda guessed as much. She's just like you described her-- well," YangYang turns from Johnny to you before pressing his lips into a thin line, "minus the thievery."

"Okay that's it. I'm going to the vending machines and when I come back! There better be no more troubling assumptions. But first," You lean forward to Johnny, whispering in his ear. His face turns red hot. "your hand, lovie."

Johnny looks down, his face searing even further if that were even possible. One of his hands was still firmly wrapped around your fist. He pulls away like he just got scorched. "Sorry!"

"Here." You press the flowers to his chest before smiling and kissing him on the cheek. If it were possible, his head would be engulfed in flames. YangYang watches you get a fair distance away before looking at Johnny.

"Dude, do you like her?" YangYang asks in genuine inquiry. Johnny clenches the flowers in his hands tighter before looking around the schoolyard.

"No! Of course not."

"I have never seen someone get so red in my life." He says with a knowing look.

"No! I don't! Why would I?" He whispers insistently.

"Why not?"

‘Why not?’, a straightforward question that complicated Johnny's thoughts. Realizing how reprehensible it was to say you were ugly like the other kids do, Johnny was left speechless. He didn't think you were ugly.

Noticing his struggle to answer, YangYang pats his arm. "Look, if you like her, what's so wrong with that? Liking someone isn't about pleasing everyone else."

His words stun Johnny even further, so he purses his lips and pats his arm a second time.

"YangYang! You comin' or what?" A group of boys that beckoned him earlier yell from across the field.

He walks backward as he sends Johnny a short wave. "Just some food for thought. See you later man."

-

"It wasn't me! Everyone is already accusing me with no substantial proof!" YangYang shouts, frenzied from his boisterous voice to his irregular body language.

"So you didn't take the photos." Taeyong's eyes linger on the computer, the reflection of the screen projected onto the lenses of his glasses. Only at the sound of YangYang's stammering does he calmly look up at him.

"I-I- You know what I mean! I didn't post the pictures on Twitter! That was someone else, probably a stupid fucking fanboy!" He only grows more frantic at Taeyong's indifferent accusation.

"So you did take the photos." He says with a look of disgruntled inquisition. YangYang panics, rushing closer to Taeyong, whose eyes follow him at every step. He raises his eyebrows, awaiting an answer. An answer that was already apparent by the time it took to be issued.

"You have to understand. I'm losing thousands of followers, I'm getting death threats, I've lost a shit-ton of sponsors, and streamers have come out to publicly denounce actions that haven’t been proven! Including that fucking snake, Mark." Each attempt of his to redirect his worry into anger fails once he notices Taeyong is still staring stonily. He's quiet for so long that everyone in the room feels like they're being held hostage. Taeyong opens his mouth, taking a quick inhale before speaking.

"Is that a yes or a no?"

"Please!" YangYang falls to his knees, clasping his hands together.

All Johnny could think about was all the good times he and YangYang had through the years. Comparing the YangYang from the past with the one he's been coexisting with for months now was near impossible. He seemed like a cool dude. Johnny would go as far as to call him a genuinely kind person.

How could his judgment have been so off? He knew he was up to no good, but this? This was too far, this was too much... There was no way it was in front of my eyes this whole time.

It was a throwaway thought to try and ease some of his bewilderment, but as soon as he put an ounce of thought into it, the proof kept coming.

The way he continuously belittled your emotions. His amusement at your misfortune. How eager he was to take advantage of you when he knew you were in a vulnerable state, twice.

But how was Johnny supposed to know that would amount to this? He’d never seen him treat anyone else that way. Maybe Lucas and Doyoung, but not YangYang. No, Johnny never saw this coming.

“Well, we got her ready for you.”

Nausea rumbled in his stomach, threatening to send him kneeling over a trash can again.

"I'm gonna take that as a yes." Taeyong stands from his dining room table. "I've been doing some damage control, I think I have things under control. One of my contacts was able to get in touch with an executive at Twitch. Bans have been lifted."

Lucas, Doyoung, and most importantly YangYang let out a sigh of relief. YangYang collapses to his hands and knees. "Thank you Taeyong! Thank you so much!" He sits up and rushes to open Twitch on his phone. Johnny looks around, the other two are on their phones as well. So that's it? The situation's over?

Naeun's voice early that morning kept ringing in his ears.

Suddenly YangYang's face falls. "How long is it going to take to lift the ban? It says I'm still banned for 30 days-"

The loud slam of Taeyong's laptop makes everyone in the room flinch. Even Nayeon looks pensive. He lets the silence linger as he throws his glasses on the table before glaring at YangYang.

"Don't you get it? You fucked up bad. There's no fixing it. When I said bans have been lifted, I didn't mean for any of you raging dickheads." Taeyong's voice booms, hitting every corner of the room. "Now I have to, essentially, rebuild this group from scratch."

"B-babe! I just want you to know that Johnny had nothing to do with this, okay? One less person to replace!" Nayeon rubs each of Taeyong's arms in an attempt to soothe him. He sighs, pinching his nose bridge.

"Doesn't matter. Johnny's reputation is salvageable. The only evidence against him is him talking to Naeun at the party. Everyone knew they were friends, so that can be explained away. These three?" Taeyong starts, gesturing at the three in question.

"My sources are estimating at least one hundred women with first-person accounts of being propositioned by you absolute idiots. You're about to be investigated for a crime. You're done." He stresses.

"Wait- what about her!" Doyoung frantically points to Nayeon. "She was in on it too! At least with ___!"

"She wasn't stupid enough to get caught. I don't care about what you do. Just how you do it. This was messy from the beginning, all it takes is common sense to know that starting a group chat was moronic. At least share them with each other. And for pictures of naked girls? You can find those for free!" Taeyong stresses, stunned and in disbelief.

"They make money off their bodies, why can't we?" Lucas finally speaks up after stewing in anger. He clenches his jaw, challenging Taeyong with his glare.

"Is that what's happening? What are you, an incel vigilante? And on top of all this, you did it for some extra pocket change?" Taeyong shows no interest in his challenge, instead looking at him like he's pathetic.

"We've made at least a hundred thousand total for access to the server. It's more than what you've ever done for us. And look how quickly you're turning your back on us! You'd be nothing without us!" Lucas shouts.

"Let me make sure I'm getting this right. I've barely done anything for you and-- in fact-- I'd be nothing without you? That's what this is?" Taeyong smiles menacingly. Everyone can feel how foreboding his words are, except for Lucas it seems.

"Yes! You practically begged us to join your streaming group! You promised to link us with sponsors and big streamers and then you just stopped!"

"Lucas shut the fuck up you're not helping." YangYang whispers angrily, pulling Lucas by his shirt. Lucas tugs his hand away, his anger and glare still directed at Taeyong.

"No! And the fact that you guys are still sitting here and taking this shit is downright embarrassing. Have a little self-respect." He fumed, looking around the room at his friend group and continuing to ignore the warning in their eyes.

"Poor, stupid Lucas. Always needing someone else to do all the work. It was hard, wasn't it?" Taeyong flashes Lucas a pout before his face grows rigid. "I can always show you what hard is really like. Do you want to see me at my most unhelpful? How about I make that happen for you." He spits with a scowl.

The threat clearly got to Lucas if his face was anything to go by. "W-whatever. I'm out of here. You guys can stay here and be his little lap dogs if you want." Taeyong puts his head down, letting the tall man pass. Once the door slams he speaks again.

"One thing's for sure, you guys were all quick to take control after I gave you a boost. That guy was doomed to fail." Taeyong straightens his tie before properly regarding the two of the stooges that were left. 

"If somehow the two of you make it out of this alive, I have no doubt you'll be just fine. However, I can't help you anymore." He presents them each with a tight smile and firm handshake. "Now get out of my house."

The two of them leave with one last apology and their tails between their legs.

"You were right to kick them out, babe. I could tell they were no good-"

"You know, one of the first things that impressed me about you was your intelligence. You pretend to be ditzy, but you know how to play your cards right. So it's baffling to me that you got yourself caught up in this." Taeyong doesn't turn to face her, he just stares out the large bay window illuminating his pristine living room.

"I'm sorry, it's just- she kept trying to make a move on you! Even you complained about it!"

"Exactly! I'm the one who has to deal with this bullshit! I've had to deal with it since high school!" He swings around to look at her, the anger he's held on a short leash getting closer to breaking free. "I've had to stomach her for years! I think you could deal with a little jealousy." He drives his finger into his own chest before pointing sharply at her.

His words shocked both Nayeon and Johnny, but for entirely different reasons. Nayeon nods, a blank stare all she could manage after being chewed out.

"Oh and darling, do yourself a favor and pretend to be the most outspoken activist you can possibly be for at least a year. I don't need to remind you what female viewers call you, right?"

"No. And will do." Nayeon mumbles and tries to smile, but it looks closer to a grimace.

"Good." Taeyong breaths. "Now we have to worry about convincing Mark and ___ to come back. She's the big one. Once she comes back it'll look like those three were the reason she left. Johnny, I'm counting on you for that."

Johnny feels like he hasn't been truly present since YangYang confirmed his involvement. All he could focus on was how much harm had been done.

"If you can't do it, I could probably convince her pretty easily-"

"No." Johnny says, looking as if he's just come to an earth-shattering realization. After everything that's been done, now he wants to drag you back here to make you suffer again. "Taeyong… she told us flat out she was miserable here."

Taeyong exhales amusedly, looking at Johnny like he just doesn't get it. 

"If that's what the two of you choose to believe, have it your way. At the end of the day, there's a reason we all ended up together. She's the one that invited me to be friends with the two of you. You invited YangYang. Doyoung and Lucas came on their own but you two welcomed them in with open arms. Nayeon is the only person the two of you didn't approve of. So don't stand there and act like these horrible people were forced onto both of you."

It felt like deja vu, the way Johnny felt himself getting more hysterical with each word Taeyong said. "I didn't know they were capable of this!"

"So you're drawing the line now?"

Johnny was ready to argue, get years worth of pent up anger for this man off his chest. Yet, with just six words, all that fighting spirit was ripped from his body. Seeming content with Johnny's silence, he continues.

"Deep down you knew who you associated yourself with. Besides, you're not so innocent yourself." Taeyong reaches for Nayeon's arm, watching with pity as Johnny grapples with his guilty conscious being pulled to the forefront. "Leave whenever you're done sulking."

-

"EVEN IN HER ABSENCE, EUNPRIL'S SUBSCRIBER AND FOLLOWER COUNTS SKYROCKET"

"VIDEOS SHOWCASING TWITCH STREAMER EUNPRIL'S NUDE PHOTOS SPREAD ON ADULT SITES"

"POPULAR STREAMER EUNPRIL'S PARENTS BEG INTERNET USERS TO STOP SPREADING HER EXPLICIT PHOTOS"

Attached to each and every new article is a blurred picture of Naeun's body. People are posting the photos on Twitter as a joke. Miles away from each other, both you and Johnny torture yourselves. Your eyes were straining from staring at your phones all day. You both could barely sleep, not with the potent feeling of remorse churning in your stomachs. The only difference is that Johnny was alone.

"Why are you torturing yourself, babe?" Jungwoo reaches over and covers your phone screen. You shut your eyes and sigh. By now they were uncomfortably dry. You lock and drop your phone on your nightstand. Jungwoo waits for you to respond but you don't say anything. "Beating yourself up isn't gonna solve anything, okay?"

"She still hasn't said anything.” You respond weakly as you stare at nothing in particular. “Radio silent."

\\ | //

Johnny: remember when we were talking about our school experiences?

Johnny: you told me you’d rather cut off a limb than go back to high school

Johnny: I thought about that a lot after you said it. I mean, yeah, who wouldn’t, unless you peaked back then

Johnny: I guess I felt validated by that a tiny bit. I know it’s hyperbole and you probably wouldn’t actually do that

Johnny: but I don’t think that’s such an absurd sentiment

No answer. Not even a flash of a typing animation.

Johnny: I just found out they were charging people for entry into the group chat

Johnny: it makes me sick to my stomach

Johnny: I can’t

Johnny: I can’t process this at all

The screen is filled top to bottom with his unanswered messages. The longer he stares, the more he’s faced with the possibility of her ignoring him.

\\ | //

"She's probably just waiting for everything to die down. That's normal for situations like this. I'm sure she's okay."

Not even a short tweet giving her fans notice that she's taking a break. No Instagram story with an immediate reaction. Nothing. "If I come out against YangYang..." You start, making Jungwoo shift forward from behind you on the bed. "Won't it just make everything more complicated? I don't have proof, so what will I contribute, really?"

Jungwoo lets the silence after you speak linger as he figures out an appropriate response. His mouth hangs open, really giving his words thought to avoid overwhelming you further, lest you stay bedridden.

"I'm gonna be honest. I haven't known you for a huge amount of time, but this doesn't sound like you talking." Jungwoo says, resting a warm hand on your side. When you don't answer he sighs, sitting up on his knees. "When I first met you, you had some problems with self-esteem. You'd claim that the things you said were stupid and agree with insults directed at you. But you still didn't let anything get in between you and the things you believed in. The woman I met freshman year did whatever she could to stick up for people who couldn't stick up for themselves. She didn't let anyone pressure her out of it, either."

There were so many moments during your school years when you begged, hoped, and prayed for things to change. That you'd wake up, get on the bus with Johnny, and not be afraid to enter the building. But time after time, you were shown how truly powerless you were.

Seeing other people in similar situations like that felt like you were watching yourself. Or worse. It felt like you were witnessing Johnny in pain all over again. You wish you could say your passion ceased once you came to terms with your past and that you stopped caring about Johnny.

Putting things into perspective, your decline of passion coincided with the berating starting to get to you. The more the boys belittled you, the less confident you were in your actions. It wasn’t long until you started questioning everything you’ve done, or if you’re actually helping the people around you. Did you actually ever help Johnny?

\\ | //

Johnny: if you’re seeing this, please just give me a sign

Johnny: anything

Johnny: you don’t even have to answer, just let me know you’re there

There was no one there to soothe Johnny’s thoughts. If he were in school again, you’d be there to pet his head and tell him not to worry about Taeyong. But you weren’t there. So Johnny continued to recollect every nasty action he ignored or even encouraged.

Johnny: you deserve justice for what happened to you

Johnny: people are on your side, if you came out and confirmed that you slept with YangYang that night and he asked for a picture, that’ll be the end for them

He drops his hand by his side, finally looking up from the screen after what seemed like hours. He sank his head into the plasticky pillows of his hotel room, looking up at the ceiling. The material crinkles right next to his ears, but its impact fails to penetrate his overworked brain.

I didn’t know.

What could I have done?

It wasn’t me.

Every attempt was a shot in the dark. Why wasn't this feeling fading, would it ever fade? Would he feel like this forever? The thought of that sends Johnny spiraling, desperate for a temporary buffer for this suffocating feeling. There was one place he would go that always helped him when he was alone. Imagining he was in a familiar pair of arms with your voice playing into his ears like a soft melody.

“Johnny, why are you crying? Please don’t cry. We’ll be okay, everything will be okay.”

Johnny takes a deep breath and holds it, letting his mind drift away for at least one moment. 

Everything will be okay.

He brushes away a tear with his thumb before lifting his phone back up. Upon catching a glimpse of the typing indicator, Johnny sits up straight. His thumbs are frantic as they type.

Johnny: hi!

Johnny: I’m so glad to see you’re here

Johnny: I’ve been so worried, you haven’t been updating any of your socials

Being faced with Naeun’s silence once again, the guilt spreads further than can be ignored. There's only so much he can do with your memory before the guilt from that tears away at him as well. Tears stream down his face as he stares at his texts.

Johnny: please, do anything but ignore me

Johnny: yell at me, tell me I’m a piece of shit

Johnny: I’m dying here

Through his tears, he is forced to face the facts. She doesn’t want to talk to him. Not even to chide him. What if this is it? If she quits? Never speaks to him again? Never shows her face publicly?

With the suffocation at full force by now, Johnny succumbs to it, collapsing into the bed.

Johnny: I’m so sorry

\\ | //

“You’re not speaking again,” Jungwoo says defeatedly. You let in a fractured inhale, softly shutting your eyes in an attempt to ground yourself. With a slow exhale, you let them open again.

“I’m sorry. Where were we?” You turn around in your bed to face Jungwoo before leaning in for a kiss. It’s short and tender, efficient in its job of distracting you.

“We were talking about Naeun.” Jungwoo says in a low voice, wariness evident in the raise of his brows. Your grin stretches wide as you wrap your arms around his waist and pull him closer. “No, before that.”

“We were cuddling if I recall correctly.” He tilts his head to the side and peers down at you with narrowed eyes.

“I recall neck kisses. Why did you stop?” You expose your neck invitingly, raking your fingernails up his sides and causing him to shiver. He quirks his jaw, privy to what you’re pulling. Still, he swiftly shifts the two of you so that you’re on your back and he’s hovering over you. You gasp when he grabs your legs and pulls your crotch level with his. When he grinds down you inhale sharply.

“Don’t think you’re getting away scot-free.” Jungwoo grunts, the way his hips rock into you is rough, but how hard his cock is already shows how much he’s craving you as well.

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll talk of course. You owe me this anyway.” You purr the last part before wrapping your legs around his hips and pulling him harder against you. He coos, pouting as he brushes your hair out of your face.

“You must’ve been so needy without me here.” He tugs your shorts down, stretching the drawstring hem over your hips. He slips them off one leg, lifting the other higher to finally free them. He turns his head to plant a wet kiss on your calf. You hum, making quick work of your underwear before pulling Jungwoo back down by his shirt. With your left hand, you rummage through your nightstand before coming across a condom. He shoves his own underwear down, just enough to free his dick. After grabbing the condom from your hand, he rolls it on before brushing his tip against your clit. You shudder at the feeling.

Being filled with a comforting fire, you pull Jungwoo in for a hungry kiss, wasting no time licking inside his mouth. He eagerly kisses back, the force of his actions pushing your body flush against your bed. You moan inside his mouth as he pushes past your lips and enters your wet and swollen hole. You pull back to look at him with pleading eyes, attempting to communicate how painfully in need of this you were. He answers by capturing your lips again and thrusting you into the bed.

You yelp, Jungwoo was just a little too long for his own good. Each thrust brings his hips slamming against yours and you bite your lip. “T-too much.” you squeeze out.

“Hm, thought you wanted my cock?” He chuckles, shallowing his thrusts before leaning next to your ear. “Can’t handle all of it?” He snakes a hand up your chest and wraps it around your throat. You whimper as tears well up in your eyes. Your thighs clench around his hips subconsciously. Jungwoo huffs.

“Sending me mixed signals, darling.” He uses his grip on your throat to hold you against the bed as he leans away. His tongue darts out to moisten his lips as his dark eyes gaze into yours. “Is it too much or do you want me to really give it to you?” He quirks his brow as he watches you struggle. Jungwoo only fucks you like this when one of you wants to blow off steam or when he really needs to fuck. Right now it must be somewhat both since you know he can tell this whole situation is bothering you.

For the past week, you’ve been buzzing with a complicated emotion. You’ve barely had a moment to rest, physically and mentally. Actually, you can’t remember the last time you completely relaxed. There has always been at least one pressing issue weighing on you since middle school.

You’ve always been wary about, well, a lot of things. Scared of getting hurt. But thinking logically, what would actually happen? You won’t die, that’s for sure. Why shouldn’t you indulge in the things you really want to do?

“I wanna do it.” You grunt, pulling Jungwoo’s hand from around your neck. “I’m joining the Dreamies.”

“Wait, what?” Jungwoo’s entire aura changes as he’s filled with confusion.

“I’m just so sick of being worried about the things I want. I want a thriving career. I want to exist in a non-toxic environment. I want trustworthy friends who treat me well!” You ramble at the confused man above you.

“Okay, that’s great! What about what we were-” You cut him off by tugging him closer by his collar.

“I want you to fuck me hard and deep.” You hiss.

“You’re okay? I know I was trying to be sexy earlier but I actually wanna know if you can take it-”

“Just fuck me Jungwoo.” You say exasperatedly. He chuckles before flipping you over and hiking your hips higher.

“That can be arranged.” He grunts as he carefully inserts himself back into you. “Any updates on opening up about the Naeun thing…” He trails off, expecting you to cut him off.

“We were finishing what we started first, remember?”

\\ | //

The sudden noise of his phone ringing makes Johnny flinch. He sniffles, wiping away his tears before getting a better look at the name. He answers and slowly lifts the phone to his ear.

“Jaehyun? It’s been so long man!” Johnny says before clearing his throat, scrambling to sit at the edge of the bed.

“Indeed it has! I just heard about all this stuff and wanted to check up on you.” Jaehyun sounds just as sprightly as Johnny remembers. Johnny chuckles awkwardly.

“Y-yeah, it’s been a really… revealing situation.”

“I bet. As soon as I heard about it and heard about the accusations against you I thought, “no, couldn’t be Johnny”. I knew you’d never do something so despicable, that’s what I told Dejun.”

Is this why Dejun hasn’t been accusing Johnny? He’s been following him closely, waiting for his name to come up, but Dejun has yet to say anything regarding him. It was something Johnny started to think was inevitable. Any moment now, Dejun would end Johnny’s career for good. But he didn’t. And the hate has been ever so slightly clearing up. Which should make him feel better.

After Johnny doesn’t respond, Jaehyun continues. “Anyway, I also wanted to see if you were down to hang out like old times, maybe even stream together like we did at the very beginning. Without our old shitty webcams, of course.” Jaehyun says, jokingly assuring Johnny.

Johnny forces a short laugh. “Right, of course. Just like old times. I’d be happy to hang out with you again.”

“Cool. Ooh! Speaking of old times! How’s ___ doing? Think she could meet up too?”

\\ | //

“Ah- fuck!” You curl your fingers into your sheets as his cock barrels deeper than you thought possible. At first it was uncomfortable, then something primal unleashed within you the more his tip smashed against your cervix. “So fucking good-” You keen, pushing your ass back to meet his thrusts.

“I can feel you clenching. Gonna cum around my dick? Hm?” He reaches for your head and tugs at your hair. You moan embarrassingly loud, never answering him in favor of babbling nonsense. “Don’t go dumb on me now.”

He doesn’t help when he pounds into you harder than before, focusing less on speed and more on the power of his thrusts. You can feel him in your stomach, rearranging your guts like you’ve heard people raving about. It truly is all it’s cracked up to be.

“Make me cum please I want it so bad!” You mumble through sobs, feeling the intense pressure build up in your stomach. When he pushes your head into the bed your moans increase in pitch. Each thrust makes your legs quiver with more fervor. With an especially hard thrust, Jungwoo sends his tip so deep you can feel it in your toes. A sharp shriek flies from your throat as your hips fly backward and push flush against his. You jerk against him as your walls squeeze around his cock, gushing cum until it drips down your thighs.

“That’s it. Cum all over me.” He breathes, continuing to push your head into the pillows. You whimper as you come down from your high, feeling overcome with exhaustion. You plop down, collapsing into the covers. “Ah ah, I’m not down with that cunt of yours.” He plops down with you, hips finding yours again while his dick easily slips back in. You wince, but you love the feeling of his warmth as he ruts against you. Your phone rings and you smirk as you slap your hand against it.

“Be good.” You look back and mutter before answering. “Hello?”

“Hey! It’s Jaehyun! Remember me?”

You gasp, hoisting yourself up on your elbows. “Jaehyun?! Oh my god, it’s been so long! Of course I remember you.” You say incredulously, trying not to laugh at Jungwoo’s careful thrusts.

“Just checking, just checking. Seems like so much has changed. What’s this I’m hearing about you and Johnny not being in touch?”

Your smile falls, you maneuver your phone into your shoulder. “Yeah, things happen I guess.”

“Things happen?! You guys were the definition of inseparable! And friends since middle school? That’s a bond that’s hard to come by.”

You couldn’t blame him for being shocked. He wasn’t there to witness the transition. Seeing the two of you as high school seniors versus now is like witnessing two completely different sets of people.

“You know what I always told you, right?” Jaehyun says, and you could see the leery look on his face. He really hasn’t changed.

“I remember. You told us our friendship was too special to throw away.” You repeat, trying not to sound as unenthusiastic as you feel.

“I meant that then and I mean it now. The two of you just felt like you really got each other. More than that, you really helped each other.”

“Yeah.” You say louder than you meant to, desperately wanting to change the subject.

“Now that I know you guys are going through all this without each other, I definitely need to come. I’d hate to see you guys struggling.”

Again, the sincerity is really hard for you to ignore.

“It means a lot Jaehyun, and I really want to see you, but I think Johnny and I are a lost cause.” You explain earnestly.

“No way. I just can’t believe that, I’m seriously floored right now. Did you guys kiss or something? Because everyone was banking on you guys getting together.”

“No! Oh my god- it was nothing like that!” You start to blush at his words, and not at the fact that Jungwoo was cumming into his condom behind you. “Me and Johnny? No!”

“Why are you guys talking about Johnny?” You ignore Jungwoo who’s throwing away his used condom.

“Whatever happened, we can talk about it when I’m in your city. We’re gonna see each other at TwitchCon anyway, but I’d like to hang out with you guys before then.”

“Oh yeah definitely. I’m just not so sure about hanging out all together.” You report joylessly.

“For sure, I understand. I’ll make an effort to swing by your place whenever you’re free or go meet up somewhere else, just let me know.”

“Will do, I can’t wait to see you again.” Your previous excitement was completely wiped clean despite your efforts.

“Talk to you soon!”

“See ya, Jaehyun.”

You end the call and place your phone on your nightstand. It wasn’t the first time you’d heard someone say that. Everyone had teased you two about dating or liking each other. You thought it was just that, teasing. Especially since watching Johnny vehemently insist you weren’t dating seemed amusing to them. Never did you think it was serious.

“I ask again, why were you talking about the dickhead?” A puzzled Jungwoo asks as he puts his clothes on.

“I was talking to an old friend. He didn’t know about everything that happened.”

Jungwoo hisses knowingly. “That must be so awkward for both of you.”

“I-it’s like very awkward.” You shake his words about you and him dating out of your mind.

“I’m gonna jet, but I’ll text you later.” Jungwoo says as he pockets his phone. You sigh and roll your eyes.

“This simply won’t do. I need someone to fuck that doesn’t have a girlfriend.”

“Good luck finding someone who’ll make you scream like I just did.” Jungwoo says before your door clicks closed.

When he leaves, you’re able to fully reminisce about your times with Jaehyun before he moved away. Johnny solidified your love for gaming, but Jaehyun ignited your love for streaming. It was extremely fun, and even more sad when he left.

They were good times, but they were in the past.

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[introvert--weeb]

(tr manga spoiler warning) hello! i saw that requests are open and i wanted to request an angsty timeskip! mikey x reader fic/hcs . In which Mikey tries to kill Y/n like everyone else but fails but loves her too much (short black hair mikey) , or in which Mikey comes across Y/n and tells her what happened and she asks if he is gonna kill her as well but his eyes soften and he goes 'i could never hurt you'. thisistoodetailedimsorry

Oooo! I am a sucker for angst so sure! 😁 Sorry that I may have played around with the story a little 😅 I got a little carried away and ended it on a weird place...

And it's not too detailed, don't worry 😅

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Manila!Mikey X reader (angst)

TW: mentions of murder/attempted murder, violence, angst, life or death situations, canon deaths, mourning, weapons (gun), manga spoilers (Manila arc)

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How many funerals had you been to recently? 3? 4? You had lost count. All you could tell was that it was too many. And you weren't naive. You knew exactly why there was so many and the reason made your heart break.

Mikey.

For some reason, he was taking out all of his friends. And you knew that one day soon, he would arrive to take you as well.

It was the day of Mitsuya's funeral. Dressed in the appropriate attire, you stood in front of the casket and paid your respects. All that filled your mind was questions on how it all ended up like this. Surely there was a reason that you were just missing, right? Manjiro was protective over his friends after all, so what had happened that he turned against them?

"Y/N?"

You turned towards the familiar voice, finding a confused Takemichi staring back at you. Blue eyes that swirled with questions that refused to be aired. You could understand though. This came out of nowhere. But surely he would remember the others' funerals, so why be that surprised about another?

"Takemichi... It's good to see you again," you smiled. Honestly, you were glad that someone was still alive. Mikey must not have gotten to him yet. Or maybe Takemichi would always remain safe due to the soft spot Mikey had for him. Who knows. You just hoped that you wouldn't have to attend yet another funeral.

The day had carried on how it would usually at these events. You expressed condolences yet again to Luna and Mana before making your way home. Lost in your own thoughts, you didn't realise that someone was following behind you. That was until you were dragged down an empty alley. Maybe it was the sorrow that rested in your heart that you didn't fight back.

Moving your gaze up, you could only stare at the familiar face in front of yours.

Manjiro 'Mikey'Sano.

His hand was curled around a gun, pointing the muzzle at your head. He had come to continue with his personal mission.

"It's good to see you again, Manjiro."

Dark eyes widened slightly at the use of his given name. You never referred to him as anything but his nickname before. So this was a shock to his system.

"I just came from Mitsuya's funeral, you know..." You had no idea why you were telling the now-black haired male this. But maybe it was the grief that filled you from everything happening. "I saw Takemichi there. He seemed just as confused..." The mention of the other seemed to cause a flinch in the man.

The next words out of your mouth had shocked him.

"I know you were the one who put them there, Manjiro. So are you here to kill me too?"

Mikey found his heart clench at how tired your voice sounded. In fact, he had only just realised how unafraid you were in this situation. As if you had been waiting for him to come and take your life like the others.

Letting out a breath, he withdrew the gun and gave you a soft smile. One that didn't reach his eyes but it was still there.

"I could never hurt you... I love you too much."

And with that said, he exited the alley and your life. The confession had hurt. You loved him, but he had taken away your friends. So watching him walk away broke your heart but you knew it was for the best to let him go.

Days later, you had received news of his death in Manila. Takemichi had been the one to inform you. Tears flowed down your face as memories of the lovable Mikey filled your mind.

If only you could turn back time. If only you could find the reason why this all started. If only you could have been with the black haired man during his worst moments.

Maybe in another timeline you had.

[redrobin-detective]

love language

“Ben,” the voice said softly, “wake up.” It was familiar in a way Ben couldn’t put his finger on. 

“No, mom,” Ben groaned, “five more minutes.”

“Not Mother,” the voice said with an amused huff. “Been longer than five minutes, worried now,” it continued on awkwardly. Ben frowned, confused by the situation. He opened his eyes and sat up to assess what was going on. At least that was what he tried to do.

“Woah,” he gasped as he found he couldn’t move much at all. He didn’t really have sensation or form, there was nothing around him to see and no eyes he could use to see anything with. Ben felt like his brain was spread thin, like cream cheese on a bagel, making every thought feel strange and disconnected. “Where am I?”

“Safe,” the voice soothed and Ben couldn’t help but believe. “Always safe with me. We’re away from attack now, recover here for Grandpa Max or Cousin Gwen to find us.”

“Us?” Ben fumbled as he added up the words in his head. “Wait, you’re the Omnitrix, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” the voice - which now that he was listening Ben recognized as his own just a slightly different pitch and intonation - said happily. “And you are Master, Ben Tennyson.” 

“So wait, am I inside the watch?” Ben asked. That would explain his lack of a body, his whole brain was just floating around inside the alien device. It was weird and a bit scary, no wonder Ghostfreak didn’t like it. “Are you in my body?”

“Sorry,” the Omnitrix said almost apologetically, “was necessary. You were unconscious, your life threatened. Had to access your nervous system to get you to safety. Switch back now?”

“No wait, not yet, I wanna talk some more,” Ben pleaded. “Could you always do this? I feel Azmuth would have shadowbanned me ages ago if he knew he could.”

“This was an emergency, we will always do what is necessary to save the Master’s life.” the Omnitrix responded, it’s words coming more naturally now that it was getting used to it. Ben could practically feel the device flicking through his knowledge language and vocabulary to better communicate. It should feel invasive and yet somehow wasn’t. “And Creator does not get an opinion on the Master.”

“Harsh,” Ben responded back, “what do you got against Azmuth? He did make you, helps fix you when I mess up even though he doesn’t have to.”

“Creator tried to separate us,” the Omnitrix bit back harshly. “He lied to Master, drugged you and attempted to remove me from your person. It did not ask either of us, simply decided a child could not handle the responsibility.”

“Woah,” Ben had gone to Galvan Prime many times, fallen asleep quite often. How many times had Azmuth tried to take the device from him?

“Only once,” the Omnitrix chimed in as if reading his thoughts which, oh, it probably was. Weird. “We shocked him to unconsciousness, to prevent him from trying again. We will not be separated.” 

“Protective, aren’t you?” Ben chuckled awkwardly. It was one thing to know Azmuth wanted to remove the watch, it was another to realize the watch wouldn’t let that happen.

“You are the Master,” it said fondly, “We love you, more than anything in the omniverse. We would watch it all burn if it meant keeping you safe.”

“What?” Ben asked flustered. His parents said they loved him constantly, same with Grandpa and Gwen. But this felt different. “Why? Like seriously, why me? I’m 16 years old and I’m just as much a mess as I was at 10.”

“We...” it paused as if thinking. There was a vague feeling of moving and Ben wondered what the watch was doing in his body. “We can’t explain, Master was just right.” 

“Many wanted to claim us,” the Omnitrix continued. “For many Earth years, we were pulled across the universe, searching for the perfect host. Creator grew tired of the debates, the lies, the deaths that followed and eventually abandoned us. It told us to choose wisely who could use our power. Kings and warriors and scientists demanded it and still we did not relent. None were worthy until you.”

“Seriously?” Ben questioned, “I was like a C student with unmanaged ADHD and about 4 complexes stuffed in a trench coat. Plus we met on accident, Xylene was trying to send you to Grandpa.”

“We like Grandpa Max,” the watch hummed, “but he is too much of solider. Sometimes he even forgets your his family. When the pod opened and we scanned you, we only found your curiosity and wonder. You were the first being to look upon us without ulterior motives. It was, nice.”

“I get that,” Ben mumbled to himself, more than used to everyone in his life expecting something or other from him. 

“We, too, were curious about you. Creator did not add human DNA in our storage. He only cared for relevant species at the time, Earth and it’s people were as alien to us as we were to you.”

“Is that why you latched on?” Ben asked again. 

“Partially, we knew were under attack and needed some manner of escape. It wasn’t going to be forever but we found we liked you; your bravery, your creativity, your love... it inspired us. You went from Host to Master and we bonded more permanently.”

“Huh,” Ben said thoughtfully. “I never really realized you were alive, that you chose me.” He chuckled sadly, “I turned out to be kind of a disappointment, huh?” 

“No,” the watch responded forcefully, enough to startle Ben out of his dark thoughts. “We love you, all of you. All your successes and failures, flaws and strengths, we love them all. We are one in the same, bonded in entirety. We will spend the rest of your days together and when your natural death comes, we will die too. There will be no Master after Ben.”

“So even when I’m just messing around...” Ben asked, changing topics from that heavy comment.

“You taught us how to play and we learned,” The Omnitrix teased. “You ask for Humongosaur too much though, we can have our own fun.”

“Oh so you’re the reason I always get the wrong alien,” Ben laughed. “You’re gonna get me killed one day!”

“Never,” the Omnitrix said warmly but with a steely protectiveness in there. “We will always protect you.”

“Hmm, I guess so,” Ben hummed. “What’s going out in the real world?”

“The battle is over as far as we can see. No sign of Cousin Gwen, Friend Kevin or Partner Rook. Grandpa Max was still in the satellite orbiting the planet last we heard. Do you wish to return now that the danger has passed?”

“Nah, not yet,” Ben sighed, enjoying a few minutes without someone needing him. “I know my body is in safe hands. Tell me more about some of the bozos who tried to wear you.”

“Aurius the Magnificent was one of the more annoying,” the Omnitrix said in the tone Ben used when he was feeling petty. “Just put me on and demanded that I chose him. He did it in front of his whole court and was so frustrated when I would not attach. His concubines laughed at him.”

“Oh man, how embarrassing,” Ben cackled. He let go of his worries, of his responsibilities, of everything and just basked in the familiar tones and the omnipresent love around him.